Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

At my first sip, I couldn’t stop the groan that left me. Overbearingly sweet black coffee was my jam. I could sense Moth watching me. When I glanced at him, he flushed and looked away, but his eyes darted back when I licked my lips, making my gut lurch with arousal.

One corner of his lips tipped up into a tiny smile, the rings piercing them flashing in the harsh overhead lights of the diner. He looked even paler under the fluorescent light, and at the very base of his throat, between tattoos, I could see just a hint of the pink scales I’d seen elsewhere on his body.

ugh so hot

“Moth, you… you don’t have to sleep in your coat,” I said hoarsely. “Or your boots.” “It’s fine,” he said quickly.

My dick pulsed in my boxer briefs, achingly stiff now as I breathed in his citrus scent. I rolled onto my side away from him to hide it, and after a few minutes I heard him quietly take off his boots and coat before sliding under the blanket.

When the tip of his tongue played absently with the ring going through his bottom lip, the arousal bloomed bigger, and my heart sped up just a little. I imagined him leaning in slowly, pale eyes hooded, and flicking his tongue against my lips before fitting his mouth to mine.

We were on the far side of the central counter, our legs hidden from view. If Moth dropped to his knees, no one would be able to see— “Ready?” His voice was rough, jerking me out of my heated thoughts.

“Your friend blind or something?” He shot Moth a sour look, his lip curling. “The fuck’s wrong with his eyes?” Anger flared, making my hands clench into fists, but before I could say anything Moth sneered. “I can see well enough to punch you in the fucking mouth.”

yes bb stand up for yourself!!!!!

I’d lie beside Moth at night picturing it. Not picturing us having a threesome with a stranger, but just the two of us fucking. Because I really, really wanted to fuck Moth.

Sadness still filled me when I thought about what he’d said. That all monsters and humans hated him. That he didn’t know what made him happy.

“And… maybe I’ve got it completely wrong, but it feels like… you’re attracted to me too?” I asked uncertainly. I heard Moth’s breath catch and saw his tongue dart out to lick his lips. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still croaky when he gave a tiny shrug and said, “I… Y-yeah. I guess.”

“So I thought… you know… we’re attracted to each other,” I continued nervously. “We’re out here together for the foreseeable future. If you’re interested, we could… have a casual thing.” Moth sucked in a breath so fast he nearly choked. He finally lifted his head and stared at me, face pink. “A… casual thing?”

Moth was staring down at the bed again, his curved back rising and falling faster with his shallow breaths. “I’m… You know I’m not all human,” he croaked. That wasn’t a no. “Yeah,” I said easily. “I know.” His head lifted, and his eyes were a mix of wariness and something like longing as he stared at me. “Don’t you care?” “No,” I said simply.

“You’ve seen that I—I’m…” My chest ached for him. I wanted to reach out and rest my hand on his back, but didn’t know if he wanted any kind of touch. He hadn’t said yes or no yet.

“I’m attracted to people, Moth,” I told him. “Not… specific genders or body types or whatever. I know you’re not all human. That doesn’t factor into it one way or another. I just…” I shrugged. “Want you.”

Part of me couldn’t believe that I’d actually asked him. Asked prickly, closed-off Moth who came with a truckload of issues if he wanted to have a fuck-fling while we searched for Cat.

appreciation. He was attracted to me. He’d admitted it. It was just a question of whether his hang-ups would let him act on it. “Okay,” he said quietly. I stared at him, my gut squeezing tight with anticipation.

“You want to fool around?” I clarified. “Have a… casual arrangement while we’re out here together?” He cleared his throat. “I… Yes.” I narrowed my eyes at him and took a step closer, not sure whether to be worried or gratified when I heard his breath catch.

“No, I’m sure.” His voice shook just a little. “I’m in. I want to. I’m just… kind of nervous.” The admission softened me. I already knew it took a lot for Moth to admit to feeling unsure about anything. “We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I said, not moving even though my body was straining to get closer to him.

The idea that I might get to touch Moth—kiss him, see what he looked like when he lost control and came—was affecting me more than I realised it would.

Moth stared down at me from his slight height advantage. His filmy pupils were blown, cheeks flushed, lips parted around quick breaths. He was nervous, but he was also excited.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, my voice lower as arousal started pumping through my blood. His eyes darted back up to mine before dropping to my mouth. He licked his lips and gave a nod.

“Monsters consider me an outcast because I’m half human,” Moth said in a flat voice. “And humans would… they wouldn’t…” He trailed off, the colour deepening in his cheeks. He glanced at me before quickly looking away again. “I don’t look human,” he said bluntly, though his voice shook with nerves. I knew he wasn’t referring to his face.

“I told you,” I said gently, “I’m not attracted to specific body parts. I’m attracted to people.” I hesitantly raised a hand, and when he didn’t move, I rested it on his chest. His heart thudded against my palm, hard and fast. “That doesn’t mean I won’t want to lick every inch of you,” I told him with a little grin, pleased when his pupils expanded in a rush. “When you’re comfortable with me doing it, that is. I guarantee, Moth, I’m going to love every part of you.”

When he lifted his eyes to mine, the yearning in them threw me off guard, even though I knew it wasn’t yearning for me as such. It was for acceptance. Being able to be intimate with someone for the first time in his life. Being touched. I wondered how often anyone touched Moth. Even pats on the shoulder or a slap on the back. Before we’d left the camp, I remembered thinking that he seemed lonely even when standing surrounded by others.

Moth nodded again, breathless now. “Okay.” My hand was still on his chest, over his racing heart, so I slowly slid it down and across to rest on his hip beneath his coat. I leaned closer until his trembling breaths hit my lips. Our lips moulded together gently, a simple press at first to let him get used to it. I was shocked by the intense rush of lust that tingled over my skin and tightened my balls from such an innocent kiss.

The next time I did it, the tip of his tongue timidly met mine. There was something slightly different about it compared to a human tongue—the tip was pointier, and the texture was still slick and soft, but… patterned. My dick lurched in my boxer briefs from the feel, trying to escape, which was a reaction I hadn’t known I’d have in the face of Moth’s inhuman side.

I couldn’t stop the low groan that left me as our lips opened wider and our tongues finally met in a slow, wet glide. There was a metal bar piercing the centre of his, and the feel of it dragging against my tongue made my dick leak at the tip.

I could feel him growing more confident with every thrust of his pointed, textured tongue. His long fingers dug into my hair behind my ears, and the wet warmth of his pierced tongue in my mouth made me moan.

The things that made him different from humans fascinated me. Intrigued me. But not in a fetishistic way. In a way that made me want to force him to see how those differences were good, not bad. I wanted to make him feel good about himself, for seemingly the first time in his life.

His hands slid back, fingers threading through my hair as his kiss grew more desperate. Consuming. Like he wanted to eat me whole, like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. His tongue thrust into my mouth again and again, making me shudder with pleasure.

Moth’s breaths were trembling, and mine weren’t much better. My cock bucked hungrily, leaking into my underwear. “Charlie,” he mumbled shakily, long fingers still cradling the back of my head.

His eyes drifted down my body, and he bit his lip again as he stared at the glaringly obvious outline of my hard cock through my underwear. It jerked under his gaze, and he made a soft sound in his throat. Did he want to touch me? God, the thought of Moth’s long, elegant, tattooed fingers wrapped around my straining dick, stroking me until I came, made my balls tingle and wrench up.

His pupils were blown, his skin flushed, his gorgeous mouth pink and swollen from our frantic kisses.

Moth still hadn’t moved from the door when I got settled on the bed and slouched back against the headboard, but his chest was heaving as he stared at me. At all of me, but particularly my cock, which was flushed and curving up over my belly.

“I’ll just make myself come when you go. It’ll still be great.” I chuckled, but Moth didn’t even crack a smile. His lips parted as though he was going to speak, before closing again. His throat bobbed, and then he took a quick breath. “Can I stay?”

Fuck. Moth wanted to watch me masturbate? The thought of him watching me stroke myself off was so arousing that I was barely able to keep from grabbing my cock and fucking my fist frantically.

Moth watched, his breaths quick, as I slicked up my hand. Letting out a quiet exhale, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft. My thighs twitched from the feel, and my breath left me in a rush as I slid my fist up in a slow stroke.

Knowing he was watching made this a million times better already. I clenched my jaw as I stroked slowly, knowing I’d come too soon if I went any faster. Besides, Moth wanted a show. I’d give him one.

A guttural groan left me when Moth murmured, “Does it feel good?” Fuuuck. I nodded, chancing a look up at him and groaning again when I saw the intense lust tightening his features, making his pale eyes flash beneath pinched brows.

He took a tiny step closer, until his knees pressed into the side of the bed. His fingers flexed at his sides, like he was aching to touch me. Jesus Christ, I wanted him to touch me.

“Slower.” His whisper was enough that I had to strangle the base of my cock so I didn’t come straight away. “Fuck,” I panted, sliding my trembling fist back up my length so slowly that my entire body shuddered from the teasing wisps of pleasure that curled through my balls and up my cock.

Moving slowly, his long, lean body filled the space between my spread thighs—not close enough to touch, but close enough for me to feel the heat of him on my skin as he sat back on his heels. I moaned, squeezing the slick, swollen head of my cock as I watched him—watched him stare down at my hand working my cock, which was flushed and shiny with lube and pre-cum.

When long fingers tentatively palmed my inner thighs, just above my knees, they spasmed as I groaned through clenched teeth. “Fuck, Moth,” I croaked, so he’d know I didn’t want him to let go.

My eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I wanted to touch him so bad. I would have forgone my own orgasm if it meant I could see his—if I could wring one from him myself. Stark pleasure rushed up my cock at the thought of it.

I moaned helplessly into his mouth when a new sound drifted up. I could feel the movement of Moth’s other arm and, over the slick sound of my fist on my cock, I heard a different noise. A wet noise that called to the primal part of me, making me tear my mouth free to look down between our bodies. “Oh fuck,” I croaked when I saw Moth’s hand moving frantically in his pants.

There were only inches of space between us. My fingers spasmed with the desperate desire to rip down his pants and touch him, a desire I wouldn’t act on until he was ready.

Moth was panting, his hot forehead pressed to mine, until he tilted his head down so he could watch me furiously stroke my cock. I wasn’t trying to make it last now. The sight of him touching himself had me too desperate to come.

As the tremors began at the base of my shaft, wrenching my nuts up tight in my grip, Moth let out a choked sound. His hips bucked. His arm jerked, burying his hand deeper in his pants. “F-fuck—Charlie—”

I groaned, unable to look away as he shook, his long body hovering above me. Moth let out a low, desperate sound. Cum gushed over the edge of his jeans—so much of it, like he’d had years-worth stored up. When it dripped onto my stomach and the head of my cock, I let out an agonised moan.

My quaking thighs brushed against Moth’s jeans-clad legs, and he placed a trembling hand on my chest to steady himself. When I felt the wetness coating his fingers, I groaned helplessly as my cock gave another spurt.