“Sorry I crashed your concert like that.”
“Oh, it’s all good. At first when Rick brought a new song, I said he’d lost his mind. Then he played it, and fuck, we all jumped aboard the crazy train of his plan. It was the pain in his voice, the raw emotions.” She glanced at the stage and back at me. “Then he told us about you and what you can do on keys. Again, I thought he was nuts, but you proved all of us wrong.”
“Thanks,” I said in the most casual tone I could muster. “It means a lot.”
“I’ve never seen Rick so happy.” Zoe grew serious, ruffling her short, bleached hair. “Don’t break his heart.”
I frowned.Fuck.“I—”
“Just fucking don’t, okay?” She pointed a finger at my face. “I’ll see you later.”
She did an ‘I’m-watching-you’ gesture and ran off towards the stairs on the other side.
A gentle touch under my right tentacle had me turning around.
“Rick.” I pulled him into a tight hug, wrapping all my upper limbs around him.
“Follow me.” The leather mask was warm when he rested his cheek against mine and the scent of it filled me with kinky fantasies.
We meandered between parked tour buses and band trailers until Rick opened one with the band’s logo on it. Inside, he crushed his body to mine, unclasped his mask at the back of his head and pulled it off. He claimed my lips in a ferocious kiss and we moaned in unison, stumbling around until we fell onto on a bunk. I cupped his face, tracing my thumbs under the smudged eyeliner à la Batman.
“Thank you.” The words were not enough to encapsulate the feelings inside me but they’d have to do for now.
“Fuck, Ner, you were fantastic. The crowd loved you. The band, too. I—” Rick shook his head. “I loved it too,” he whispered, then kissed me again.
I met his tongue stroke for stroke as my tentacles joined my hands in peeling off Rick’s insanely tight pants and getting rid of them along with his untied boots.
I stopped and pulled away to take him in.
Without a shirt on, Rick’s abs flexed as his chest heaved, but it was the black jockstrap that I lured my gaze in.
“You’re so fucking hot.” My voice came out as a low growl. I traced the wet spot at the front of his underwear, then brought the finger to my mouth, tasting his pre-cum.
A soft gasp left Rick’s lips and he parted his knees in invitation.
“So that’s how the industry works, huh? You need to fuck a rockstar to get on the stage.” I squeezed his sac, and he scooted to the edge of the seat.
“Shut up. It’s your talent, not your… tentacles.” He smirked, tracing his fingers along the sucker marks on his inner thighs.
With a growl, I pulled him to his feet and pinned him face first to a partition in the middle of the room. He let me, and braced himself on the wall, waiting. Not wasting time, I stepped out of my pants and released my cocktacles. Like moths to a flame, I sent them to caress Rick’s ass as my upper tentacles parted his cheeks.
“Fucking hell, Rick.” My head spun at the sight in front of me, my arousal spiking through the roof. “Did you wear a plug during the concert?”
“I was thinking of you inside me with every move, feeling it stretching me.” Rick pushed his ass back, and I traced my fingers over the crescent base.
“You’re crazy. I love it.” I gripped the black silicone and pulled slightly.
“And now I’m ready for you.” Rick moaned, pushing the plug out and onto my hand.
I had half a mind to use it on myself while it was still warm, but having other plans, I tossed it on the pile of our clothes instead. “You’re such a good monsterfucker,” I praised, kissing between his shoulder blades.
“Thank you.” Rick widened his stance, and I wiggled my mating tentacle inside of his heat, adding my lubricant to the one already there. Rick moaned, letting me in. “Do you want me to put on my mask?”
I nibbled on his earlobe, tightening my upper tentacle around his neck, feeling his pulse against it, before I let go. As much as I always dreamed of fucking the Shark Man, I wanted my Rick. “No.”
He exhaled, his shoulders sagging. “With you, I’m not a musician in front of a crowd. I’m a tentacle slut needing to be filled. Fuck me, Ner. Fuck me until I don’t feel anything else but you.”
I looked around and, using my upper tentacles, I moved a keyboard from the corner to the middle of the room. Manhandling Rick to brace his chest on it, I glided my cock deeper into him and the needy sound that left him set my insides on fire.
