Ner shook his head. “You’re impossible.”
“That’s a no, then.” Paula pouted.
A few years, even months ago I wouldn’t have minded them watching as Ner did whatever he wanted to me. I’d wear a mask and just lose myself to the pleasure. That wasn’t me now. Not with Ner.
“Well, that’s a shame. We know that Ner poked any gender he could get his tentacles on, but he’s never talked about anyone the way he talks about you,” Penny said.
Warmth spread in my chest, and I leaned into the tentacle that wrapped around my waist.
“Oh my gods, the Monster Wives of Hollywood is on.” Paula poked her sister in the ribs then turned to us. “Sorry guys, we need to see if Priscilla finds a ring to match her necklace for the gala.”
“That’s right, yeah.” Penny looped her arm through her sister’s.
“Our pool guy cleans the jacuzzi twice a week so don’t worry about the water, it will be clean tomorrow.” Paula winked.
Penny smacked her in the arm. “Come on.”
“What? I just want to encourage them.”
“I think they’re fine without you.”
Chapter Eleven
Rick
Imadesurethetwins were inside and nuzzled Ner’s neck. “Fuck, you smell so good. Like a warm day at the beach.”
“And you smell like a man who’s ready for an ocean monster to drag him under.” Ner traced his fingers over my earlobe and to the bun I’d trapped my curls in. “Your hair is gorgeous, but with it up, I can see your face better.”
I leaned into his touch when his words registered. “Wait a second. You can smell that I’m horny?”
“Not until I figured out what it was first. Everyone’s scent is different. What I initially thought was fear, or apprehension towards me wafting off your pores, turned out to be arousal.” Ner wiggled a tentacle up my calf to my knee. “And right now your trunks are blocking me from seeing the evidence of it.”
“It was that or a jockstrap.” My chuckle morphed into a groan when Ner reached my balls through the pant leg.
“That would definitely be better.” His tentacle stroked my sac and the underside of my cock so gently I widened my legs in frustration.
“You’ve seen the tight pants I wear on stage. What do you think I have on underneath them?”
“Nothing.” Ner smirked and stopped his teasing in favor of removing my trunks.
“You’d like that.” I lifted my hips for him to slide the garment off and free my aching hard-on.
He licked his lush lips, looking at my cock. “Only if I was in the front row and knew about it. So I could watch you sing and play to the audience while knowing you’re commando.”
“That way, it would be easier for you to fuck me in the changing rooms backstage after the concert.”
“You’d be sweaty and high on adrenaline and I’d love it.” He flicked my nipples with his tentacles, then left suckers there pulsing over the nubs, sending tendrils of heat through my chest and to my dick.
“It used to be the only way I’d fuck. That, and the afterparty orgies.”
Ner met my gaze and frowned. Was he judging me?
“No relationships?” he asked.
“Nope. Only fucking when I wore the mask. Easy and with no complications.”
Ner nodded, dropping his tentacles to the water. “Do you miss it?”
