Watching him walk away reminded me of the dreams I’ve been having of him. Some were sexual in nature, but most of them included Kaos holding my hand and leading me somewhere. The ones that scared me the most were of my Kitten at my house in Greece doing mundane, domestic things like lounging on my sofa or making a smoothie.
As we’d discussed at the beginning of his stay with me, we had separate lives and plans for the future that didn’t include a romantic partner. In my case, it would be unfair to ask anyone to endure my working hours again. I couldn’t do that to Kaos.So even when my heart hurt every time Kaos gave me a glimpse of what life with him could look like, I reminded myself that he deserved better—a partner who was not addicted to his job and didn’t live on a different continent.
I’d managed to keep him away from my bedroom in hopes of creating enough distance between us to keep up the pretense of a holiday fling. We could have been so much more, but it wasn’t meant to be.
Since there was no hope, I shouldn’t give a fuck anymore.
When Kaos skipped naked into the room, I swooped him off his feet and carried him to my bed. It wasn’t even mine in a house I’ve rented for three weeks, but seeing Kaos splayed on it felt monumental anyway.
He stretched with a cheeky grin on his face as he ogled my cocks, already hardening at the sight of him.
I grabbed his leg and kissed his ankle, inner thigh and abdomen, saying hello and goodbye all at once. After two weeks of practice, I was able to take Kaos’s cock all the way to my throat, and now I worked up to it, bobbing my head and luxuriating in the breathless sounds coming from Kaos, and the sweet taste of his pre-cum on my tongue.
“Spiro.” Kaos dug his sharp nails into my shoulders.
Moving up his body, I left a trail of kisses on his chest up to his jaw. When I was about to link our lips, he dodged me.
I searched his face for any signs of uncertainty or discomfort and found none. “What do you need, Kitten?”
Kaos chewed his bottom lip, looking at me with big green eyes.
Whatever he asked for, I had already said yes. It was scary but true.
“Your ass,” Kaos said and blinked. “Can I eat your ass?”
“Fuck… Yes, of course.” I kissed him once, and again. “Is that what you want?”
He nodded. “Do you enjoy it?”
It took me a full second to recall the last time someone had done that to me. “I do.”
Kaos wiggled down the bed until his face was at the level of my hips. “Since you like to feed me so much—go ahead.”
I snorted a laugh. “Cheeky.”
“You love it.” He kissed my inner thigh.
I so fucking did.
Bracing myself on the wall above the headboard with my tentacles, I lowered myself closer to Kaos’s face. He licked the underside of my bottom cock and sucked the head into his mouth. I rocked gently, sucking in a breath as Kaos made love to my dick. Fuck, he was too good at this.
With a groan, I pulled out and hovered above him.
Kaos darted his tongue over my perineum and raked his nails over my thighs. “Gimme.”
Fuck, how I loved his demanding side when he was horny. The anticipation built inside me. It’s been so long since a lover’s mouth was there, since anyone asked to give me pleasure this way.
I lowered myself onto his face and exhaled a slow breath.
Kaos licked over my hole with the flat of his tongue and moaned. “So hot.” He did it again. “Thank you.”
He was thanking me? Crazy.
Whenever I’d stroked him, blown him, or fucked him with dicks or tentacles, it had brought me insane satisfaction. Watching Kaos come apart under my touch had been the most rewarding experience every time.
Holding onto my legs, Kaos kissed my pucker, nuzzled it, then unleashed his wicked tongue.
My loud groan filled the bedroom as I felt Kaos’s movements send hot bliss from my ass through my abdomen. Could I cum from this?
