I toed my shoes off and padded to the kitchen.
“Ozzy, tell me the news.”The AI security system played a summary of the newest brutalities and catastrophes of the world. A new local political party advocated for bringing back the Cure, a drug suppressing preternatural abilities. While in Texas, an explosion at an excavation site led to deaths of a dozen mole-shifters. Before I could sink into depression, I told Ozzy to shut it, and left my laptop bag to venture towards my bedroom.
The trophy room I locked nearly a year ago still filled me with heavy guilt as I passed it every day. Tonight, however, it reminded me that I had to be careful with my secrets more than ever before. Even with Nereus.
Walking past the bedroom, I went straight to the gym for my evening ritual. If I worked out until I hurt all over and tired my body enough, I could sleep.
And I did.
The sand tickled my toes as I walked towards the waves, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. The hot rays warmed my face and my body. I was naked.
But I didn’t panic. Despite the beautiful weather, the beach was empty except for one person right in front of me. The teal waves of Ner’s hair floated in the gentle breeze as he smiled at me, his dimples making my knees weak. I walked towards him until I put my hand in his outstretched one. In a swift move, he lifted me, his tentacles supporting my bum as I wrapped my legs around his waist. A laugh of pure joy bubbled out of me before he glided us both into the water. My head was above the surface, but Ner submerged fully, his hands and tentacles working in tandem to caress every inch of my body. A tentacle wrapped around my cock to stroke while the tip of another circled my taint before slipping inside my hole. I moaned, giving into Ner’s strength and touch, letting him take me however he wished.
Except I had one request.
I searched for his hair under water and tugged lightly. Ner emerged with a grin on his face, droplets of water gleaming on his eyelashes. He was about to say something but I pulled him in for a kiss, drowning in his moans as he did in mine. Ner’s tentacles never stopped exploring me, and as our tongues continued to dance, he brought me to the brink of orgasm.
I sat up in my bed with a gasp and threw the sheet aside to reveal my raging hard on.
At twenty-eight, I didn’t have wet dreams anymore, but fuck, tonight I was close. I was wide awake and at the edge of coming. Desperate, I reached into the nightstand for lube and a dildo. The realistic, veiny dong was the first thing I grabbed, but I let go of it in favor of the deep purple tentacle.
Am I being creepy?
Maybe. But it was my subconscious mind supplying me with fantasies. I squirted lube on my hand but grabbed my cock instead of slicking the dildo. Stretching myself would take too long. I let go of the tentacle and it thumped on the pillow next to my face. Chasing the orgasm, I jerked my cock in frantic movements.
Almost there.
I closed my eyes and the image of the man with adorable dimples and a gorgeous smile danced on my eyelids. How would his tentacles feel on me? How would they taste?
Groaning, I turned my head to wrap my lips around the tip of the dildo and sucked. The silicone suckers and swirly texture in my mouth amped my arousal as I arched on the bed. How would Nereus feel on my tongue and deep in my throat? My moans drowned the squelch of my hand stroking my cock as I came all over myself.
A wave of guilt washed over me.
Sure, I’d fantasized and jerked off countless times thinking about men I’d seen in pictures, on TV, and online. So why the hell should Nereus be any different? Why did I feel so creepy? I lay there a while, fondling my spent dick, then it dawned on me. The lust I felt towards Ner was so otherworldly in its intensity that it unsettled me.
I had to see him again.
Chapter Three
Nereus
Theswimintheocean relaxed my tired muscles after a day on my feet but did nothing to ease my racing mind. Not only was I mulling over the sound Rick had played for me, but the man himself broke into my thoughts and found a cozy space to squat. The way his dark brown locks had fallen over his face when we’d been talking urged me to push them aside, cup his face and kiss him.
I had a vague idea what such a visceral reaction to someone might mean for me, but I refused to give into fate without knowing the man first. On the walk home, I hummed the melody of the tiny snippet and wondered what could help him find the desired sound.
The two-story building was not the glamorous apartment tower I’d seen in movies about Miami, but despite being pricey, it was just inside my budget. The comfy bed and big windows were all I needed for the few-week stay. Knackered, I fell asleep the moment my head touched the pillow, only to wake up a few hours later and shuffle back to the restaurant.
I wanted to kick myself for offering to take Bianca’s morning shift, but she needed the time with her family more than I needed a lazy morning. Dressed in my white shirt with tailored openings for my tentacles, I was ready to help open the restaurant when my phone vibrated with a message. I opened it and grinned at the content. Bianca’s text said:
10/10! Everyone is healthy and happy!
She attached a picture of a baby in a tiny hat, swaddled in a white wrap with blue stripes on it. He’d make a cute gator shifter if he took after his mother.
“Did you get the picture too?” Santiago asked, rushing into the kitchen with a smile.
“Yes. He’s adorable.” I reached for my notepad and made sure I tucked my shirt properly into my black pants.
“Your friend is here. At table six. You can start there.” Santiago smirked, crossing his massive arms over his chest.
