I’m making a fool of myself, says the last vestige of my rational thought.
“Mmm, such a symphony for me. All those good noises, love,” Mercer whispers into my wet heat. “Let’s see how close you are.”
I open my mouth to form the word, “soon,” but all that comes out is a strangled gasp when one of his tentacles slips inside of me.
My walls immediately grab onto it—and it grabs back. The tip is narrow, but it quickly turns to thick, solid, prehensile muscle, filling my pussy and stretching it. “Oh, God,” I groan.
“Good?” Mercer asks in a voice that indicates he knows exactly how wonderful it is.
“Fuck!” I mewl as it slides in and out, deep and slow, each thrust opening me a little more, making me dizzy when the suckers pop open and shut, tiny little mouths taking tastes of my soaking inner walls.
“Such a juicy paradise,” Mercer sighs, lifting his head to watch me getting split apart by his thick teal tentacles. “God, Madelyn,” he grunts. “You look so good swallowing me up. Pink and teal are my new favorite color combination.”
“Mercer,” I hiss, teeth clenched. He has brain cells to make words like “color combinations,” and I’m afraid I’m going to scream like a banshee and bring Zack running into the room.
Mercer hasn’t had that thought, apparently, because he just keeps thrusting, his tentacles pulling my thighs farther apart so he can get a better view of my pussy soaking him. His fingers rub my clit, and I open my eyes long enough to realize that he’s shifted position slightly so that his other hand can pump his cock. His fist and tentacle move in time, as if his cock is the one sliding in and out of me.
“So good. So good, Mercer,” I whimper, arching into his touch. I let out a strangled noise when another inch of his thick tentacle slides in, each inch wider than the last. I must look so stretched out, Spread and speared by him, and he just watches. Listens to the sloshing noises I make.
And knowing that he’s watching and stroking himself, totally turned on by my body at its most vulnerable and “imperfect,” makes me lose control. “Harder! Fuck me harder and suck on my clit,” I beg.
Mercer groans in agreement, and his tentacle moves in and out so fast and hard that a single scream of pleasure escapes me—before the loud, long groan of orgasm hits when Mercer sucks almost all of my pussy into his mouth at once and worries my clit side to side with his tongue.
“Holy sexcapades,” I breathe out shakily when my vision returns to normal after seeing stars. My whole body feels tingly. “Mercer. That was...”
“That was round one, delicious little mate. This sweet pussy is mine for tonight, yes?”
“If you take such good care of it, I’ll let you keep it,” I whimper, eyes closing as he starts to fuck me again.
Chapter Fourteen: Storm
“It’s storming. The beach is closed to swimmers for now. I have to check in around noon.”
In a curtain of blissful sleep, I’m confused. “What?”
Also who?
Why?
There’s a soft, deep masculine voice in my ear, and a warm, strong body slowly slipping from my side.
Mercer.
Mercer, who wrecked me in the best possible way, all without actually using his cock. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I remember my limbs feeling like overcooked pasta, limp and completely unstrung after the third peak that made every muscle quiver and shake.
“It’s raining hard.” Mercer’s voice comes from the window now. “I’m going out to get some water on my skin. Means I won’t have to leave so soon.”
“It’s dark,” I murmur, rolling over and gasping at how tender my entire body feels.
I thought the early days of fantastic, passionate, athletic sex with Eli were good.
I chuckle delightedly into my pillow and realize that I’ve now had something ten times better—and it was just the appetizer with Mercer.
That’s a good noise, love?” Mercer whispers, kissing my hair as I luxuriate in bed.
“The best, love,” I call him “love” back, and I can feel him grow taller over me. “Have fun in the rain. Zack will probably be up soon. I should go make—”
“You should sleep more. I will make breakfast.”
