“You’re so perfect.” Spiro’s whispered words hit me right in the heart.
“I’m so close.”
Spiro shook his head. “Not yet.” With utmost care, he extracted the tentacle from my dick and kissed the parted slit as he retreated from my ass.
“Why?” I whimpered, tears prickling my eyes. The emptiness in both of my holes was infuriating and arousing at the same time. He was playing with me, and I fucking loved it.
“You know the answer to that.”
I nodded. Edging would make for a more earth-shattering orgasm later. “Even though it’s not Thanksgiving, you will stuff me like a turkey?” I said instead.
Kaos grinned, shaking his head. “No.”
“What if I asked nicely? Oh Spiro, would you—”
Spiro slammed a tentacle over my mouth, sending me into giggles. I licked the sucker on the underside, meeting his gaze.
He parted his lips, and a low growl rose from his chest. Taking his tentacle off, he replaced it with his lips for a slow but deep kiss. When he pulled away, he unbuckled the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
“Come on, I’m already on the table.”
“We’re getting there. How about some sugar first?” He reached for the pavlova.
I sat up abruptly, my lubricant-covered ass squeaking against the table, and opened my mouth.
“Gimme.”
Spiro playfully glared at me, then broke off a piece of the dessert and placed it on my tongue. I closed my lips around his finger and sucked. Balanced sweetness tickled my tastebuds as the pavlova melted.
Spiro groaned, watching my tongue work. “Do you like it?”
I released his finger and smacked my lips. “Yes! It’s so good.” I opened my mouth and waited.
Spiro rested his hip against the wood I was sitting on, and fed me some more. Then he spread me on the table again and placed bits of the dessert on various parts of my body. With long licks, he ate them from my chest, my navel, and my groin, driving me insane with how something so simple could be so fucking hot with him. He kissed my belly, reminding me how it bulged with his tentacle inside. I was hoping he would fuck me as deep as before.
“Now, about the stuffing—” Spiro snorted, triggering my fit of giggles.
He plucked the olive oil from the basket and brought it over. “It’s extra virgin.”
“As far from me as possible.” I wiggled my ears.
Spiro chuckled. “Little brat.”
He popped the cork and spilled the warm, thick liquid on my chest and spread it with his hand. With the bottle in his tentacle,he kept pouring as he massaged my shoulders, then my arms all the way to my fingers. Spiro caressed my sides until it tickled, and I spasmed, laughing. Then he moved to my thighs, kneading the muscles there. Each caress was deliberately pressing on a place that I’d never known to call erogenous, but under his fingers I was a helpless ball of need.
With one of his upper tentacles, he was playing with my hole. Without going very far in, he was putting pressure, making me feel full. Was he thickening his tentacle inside me?
He kept massaging me with his hands, but when he reached my cock and languidly stroked it with slippery oil; I was panting again, on the verge of begging. Actually...
“Spiro…” I moaned. “I need you to fuck me…please.”
“I will.” Spiro pulled me so that my ass was at the edge of the table, then folded me in half with my knees to my chest. “Hold your legs.” He slowly removed the tentacle that had been stretching me. “Your hole is parted so beautifully for me.”
I hooked my hands over my thighs, bending myself farther, and gave Spiro a smug look. Flexibility was my one trait I was proud of.
With a growl, Spiro kissed my pucker, then licked along the rim and dipped inside. The wet, sucking noises he was creating filled the room as he devoured my hole with fervor and finesse. The sly water monster didn’t even need to emerge for air.
I shoved my fingers into his black-and-red hair, gripping fistfuls to anchor myself in the erotic yet animalistic dance he was doing between his tongue and my ass.
