I can feel the first flutters of her release, and I slow the pace before pulling the mating arm out. Trissa starts to protest the change until I quickly insert the smaller smooth tentacle into her heat and swirl it around, coating it in her juices. Before she can ask what I’m doing I replace the hectocotylus in one quick thrust. Her eyes widen as the now slick smaller tentacle gently pushes into the puckered flesh of her ass.
“Wha—oh fuck! Cian…oh fuck!” Her sharp intake of breath is quickly followed by a string of moans that have me stroking myself faster to match pace. It’s not going to take me long at this point, the sight of her being used and filled so completely… so erotically, would be enough to make me spill without even being touched.
“You’re doing so well, love.” She truly is a work of art splayed out like this. All that creamy white and pink flesh contrasting against the brass of the bath and the green glow of the ecto-tentacles.
“CIAN!” Trissa’s eyes are unhinged as her body shakes—her muscles trembling wildly in my slippery bonds and I hiss out a breath, closing my eyes against the phantom cunt squeezing around me as she comes.
“Oh fffuck…” A loud groan is ripped from my throat and I quickly get to my feet, overcome with an urgency bordering oninsanity. I bid the tentacles to pull Trissa’s still shuddering form toward me and fist a hand in her damp hair, pausing only long enough for her to part her lips before thrusting my throbbing cock into the heat of her mouth, filling her everywhere. I pull out quickly and let her take a deep breath before rumbling, “If you need to breathe blink twice, baby. This won’t take long, but I want to feel youwrithingon these ghost tentacles while I fuck your throat. Can you do that for me?”
Trissa swallows quickly before taking another deep breath and opening her mouth, drool already covering her chin. I angle her head to straighten her throat and keep one hand there on her chin and the other in her hair as I plunge my cock back into the silky tightness of her throat. Making sure I keep eye contact in case she blinks, I bid the mating arm and the skinny tentacle to adjust pace and sync to a steady deep grind. I line up the concave section of the knot inside of her until it sits directly over the sensitive bunch of nerves in her core, then expand it while increasing the vibration.
Trissa’s entire body clamps down as if she were being electrocuted and she gags around my cock as her throat tightens with the scream her orgasm tries to rip from it. The sensations are too much—the phantom flutters of her cunt from the tentacle, mixed with the tightness and vibrations of her gagging throat wrapped around my cock… andChrist, the vulgarity ofseeingthe outline of my cock contorting her throat… it’s too much. My vision starts to tunnel and I stare into her watering and overly bright blue eyes as I rock in and out one last time before pulling out and painting her in my release. Trissa gasps in a ragged breath and I shoot out a hand to the side of the tub to steady myself against lightheadedness as I slide back down into the now cool water. We’re both breathing heavy as I draw her into my arms and slowly bid the ectoplasm to dissipate until she’s pressed up against me, naked and spent in my arms.
“Holy shit, Cian.” Her voice is a rough whisper as she snuggles into my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck and sighing.
I smile in agreement and rub my hands against the chilled skin of her back. A frown quickly replaces my smile when I feel the goosebumps on her body. I want nothing more than to keep her in my arms, but the reality of being a ghost quickly dims the glow of the moment. I can’t keep her warm in my arms. I glance at the shower in the corner of the room and mumble, “I should probably go—”
“NO!” Trissa pulls back with a hurt expression on her face and my heart squeezes with a selfish but hopeful joy.
“I’m not leaving you, love.” I hold her eyes trying to reassure her, “I was only suggesting I should go turn the shower on. We should clean up, and you need to get warm… sitting in cold water with a ghost is not a good idea.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flush and she looks down at her hands now folded in her lap. “Could…” Her brow furrows and I can see the blush traveling up her ears and down her neck as she braces herself to ask whatever is on her mind. “Could you just… carry me, or… or hold my hand or something. I don’t want you to disappear. Please.”
My heart aches and I nod, smiling shyly as I stand and hold out a hand to help her up. There’s something so wholesome in knowing that we’re both nervous and a little fragile, even after doing deliciously depraved things with each other. She smiles back at me, timid at first as I help her to stand and then immediately lift her into my arms and carefully float us over to the shower.
“Thank you.”
“I really feel like I should be the one thanking you after that.” I smile as I set her down, making sure to hold onto her hip to keep us connected as she reaches over and turns on the shower.
Trissa faces me and purses her lips, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I laugh and start peeling off my wet layers. Another flash of self-consciousness shoots through me as I remember her exes much more bulky build. The same sort of guy my first real girlfriend left me for. I shake off the thought quickly because Trissa isn’t her, and maybe it’s painfully naïve, but I really think this could work. I meet her eyes after I finish stripping and dutifully ignore the heat that I can feel coloring my ears and neck.
“Much better,” she smiles, pressing her skin against mine as we both moan at the contact.
“I like what you’re wearing.”
She clucks her tongue and smiles, “Yeah? Prefer me naked, huh?”
“No,” I smile, my eyes trailing over the drying spurts of milky spend adorning her neck and chest. “Covered in my cum.”
Her jaw drops but she recovers quickly, her eyes sparkling as she sticks a hand between her legs and lifts a glistening finger to my bare chest before quickly writing her name across my chest, in her cum. “Same, my guy. Same.”
A laugh bubbles up in my chest and I grab her around the waist, pulling us both under the steaming water. “Ireallylike that.” I hum in contentment as she spins in my arms and looks up at me with amusement.
“What? Being finger-painted with lady liquids?” Trissa quirks a brow as her eyes dance with merriment.
“Being called your guy.” I look at her, unable to keep the longing from my eyes.
“Well…” Trissa leans into me and captures my lips in a tender kiss before pulling back to whisper, “Good.”
Chapter nineteen
Anchors and Sexpots
Trissa
I’m fucked. I’msooooooofucked! And it is fan-fucking-tastic. It literally couldn’t be any better! I squeeze my thighs together as I yawn into Cian’s bare chest, snuggling into his side like some kind of heat seeking rodent—even though Cian isn’t actually warm. Okay, so maybe it would be a little better if he was warm… or, you know, alive. Although, those tentacles…whew!Which brings me back to ‘I’m so fucked’, because after tonight there’s no way I’ll ever find someone who lives up to this.Ha.
