Zat’tor examined it curiously. Not a second later, his tentacle reached for it. I yelped, jumping back slightly.
“Sorry,” I said. “I should’ve told you before, but it’s extremely sensitive. It’s like,themost sensitive body part.”
“Does it hurt to touch?” Zat’tor asked.
I gulped, feeling lightheaded. “No. The opposite. It feels really good when it’s touched.”
This pleased and excited Zat’tor. Without waiting, he snaked his tentacle closer, eager to feel me up.
I don’t know what came over me, but I stopped resisting. I realized that I didn’t reallywantto hold back anymore. If Zat’tor wanted to make me feel good, why shy away from him? It wasn’t exactly like I was a beacon for sexual attention back on Earth.
But it wasn’t just the sensations I enjoyed. Beyond his curiosity about my body, it really felt like Zat’tor cared about me forme.
I held my breath as Zat’tor’s tentacle touched the tip of my cock. The fleshy tendril teased the tip, then caressed the bump of my head, moving down my shaft. The pleasure shooting through my bloodstream was incredible. After only a few moments, my balls ached for release. I must’ve been really pent up. Either that or Zat’tor’s touch had magical alien powers. Honestly, it could’ve been both.
“You are right, Levi,” Zat’tor remarked as he explored my cock. “It is sensitive.”
“I told you,” I said breathlessly.
Zat’tor tipped his head sideways. “Are you sure it’s not a tentacle? It twitches and pulses like one.”
The fact that he’d pointed that out was both adorable and embarrassing.
“I’m sure,” I said.
Zat’tor stepped closer, pulled by his curiosity. Now my back was against the cool stone of the waterfall. Good thing, too. My knees were about to give out from pleasure-induced weakness.
I couldn’t help but moan when the tentacle wrapped around my shaft, engulfing its whole length. My legs shook like jelly, and I whimpered like a virgin. I may as well have been one—Zat’tor’s deliberate, sensual caresses made me feel like I’d never been touched before.
I gasped as I felt a second tentacle brush against my balls.
“Zat’tor,” I choked out. “I can’t take much more.”
His tentacles stilled. “Does it hurt you?”
I licked my lips. “No, it’s not that. I’m going to... finish.”
“Finish what?”
Oh, just spit it out, Levi.
“If you keep touching me, I’m going to orgasm, Zat’tor.”
His face lit up like he’d just opened a gift. “Ah! Wonderful.”
“Wonderful,” I echoed. I was still getting used to Zat’tor’s mannerisms, but his earnestness in wanting to pleasure me was oddly sweet.
“Then I will continue at once,” Zat’tor stated, not waiting for me to reply. That was fine with me. As his tentacles worked my cock, I was too dazed with arousal to make good words anyway.
Iwaspent up. When was the last time I took care of myself? Probably the night before the mission when I was too stressed to fall asleep. That was almost a week ago.
I finally gave up and threw away the last shreds of my captain’s dignity. Screw it. I was into alien tentacle hand jobs now.
I groaned, bucking my hips into Zat’tor’s touch. He made a rapid clicking sound in his throat, almost like a dolphin. I assumed it was a joyful sound because it got louder the more I moaned. His tentacles worked faster, roaming across every inch of my aching cock. Zat’tor leaned in and placed his hands on the smooth stone on either side of my head. He was so close I felt his breath against my face. Being pinned made everything hotter.
My arousal peaked. I cried out as I came. The tentacles squeezed and pulsed around my cock like they were milking every last drop.
Millions of stars flashed in my vision. Was I still flying in space after all?
