“I’m not organized. I’m the smallest, a total klutz, and I don’t have my life figured out. They all have jobs that are either highly-paid or highly-esteemed.” I glanced away. Stupid me had to start this subject.
He shook his head and continued working. “A good job doesn’t have to be your life’s goal if that won’t make you happy. How old are you?”
Clearly, he was perfect, so he wouldn’t understand. “I’ll be twenty-two on January first. You?”
“Twenty-six. And I don’t have it all figured out. But that doesn’t make either of us a failure. We just haven’t found our way yet.” Spiro mixed the ingredients he added to the butter like he wasn’t dropping wisdom on me.
“If we’re lost, at least we’re together for the month.”
“So you’re definitely staying?” His smile warmed my heart. He’d gone from wanting to be alone to asking me to stay and genuinely meaning it. Surely, I was dreaming.
“Yeah. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” Spiro dipped the tip of his upper tentacle in the buttercream he’d been preparing. “Tell me what you think.”
I wrapped my lips around it and licked the sugary delight. Balanced sweetness exploded on my tongue, but it didn’t compare to the excitement of sucking Spiro’s tentacle.
Meeting Spiro’s gaze, I moaned.
His cheeks blushed deep purple on his light burgundy skin. It was the exact reaction I craved from him. Maybe I was horny and desperate, but I was also an opportunist. And I knew that when a hot dude was interested in me, I should make the best of it before he disappeared from my life.
I pulled his tentacle out of my mouth and smacked my lips. “So good, I could suck on it all day.” Pulling my thigh-highs up, I left my hands on my knees and parted them.
As I’d expected, Spiro caught the bait and stepped between my thighs. “Oh really? I have to check.” He scooped some buttercream and slathered it on the part of my bare thigh between where the socks ended and my hoodie began.
My heart pounded, sending blood to my cock as I watched Spiro kneel on the floor and lick the white spread in a slow, sensual move. “Hmm. I’m not convinced it’s perfect. I need to try more.”
He wiggled his tentacles under my hoodie to my hips and paused.
“All this time?”
I grinned, feigning innocence. “What?”
“Since you entered the bathroom, you were not wearing anything underneath?”
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” He pushed the bottom of my hoodie back to my waist, releasing my cock from under it. It sprang up, showcasing my eagerness.
Spiro’s breath tickled my dick as he gazed at it for several beats with his head tilted and his lips parted. Slowly, he reached with his tentacle for more buttercream from the bowl.
It was cool on my dick, but did nothing to calm the raging heat inside me. Spiro was so gentle and patient that I was losing my mind. I wasn’t used to anyone taking their time with me, and Spiro acted like he was savoring the moment. Was that even possible?
“Lean back on your elbows.” Spiro’s low voice made me act right away, and he patted my knee in approval. “Good kitten.”
The moan that escaped me was a reaction to the moniker, but soon grew louder as Spiro kissed a line up my thigh.
He nuzzled my groin, inhaling loudly. “Your cock is too long for me to deep throat.”
Oh no. Not again. “I’be been told it’s a waste since I’m a total bottom.”
“I can use it for practice if you’ll let me.”
A tiny sound left me, and I nodded. “Yeah, go for it.”
He licked along my dick in slow, erotic movements, growling low. My legs trembled under the caress of his hands, but he was keeping his tentacles away. They whipped around in the air behind him like a storm, mirroring my need for more action.
“Let them touch me. If you want to—” My words came out breathless.
