I dip down to drag my tongue over the head and savor the taste of him. He moans softly, his hips pushing up against me.
“It’s my turn to make you come until you can’t see straight,” I say. “Hope you’re prepared.”
I don’t know what’s come over me, or why I’m saying things like this, but the look on his face and the sounds he’s making tells me he likes it. So I don’t think anything of it and just keep going.
I’ve jerked off in both forms. I’ve done it enough to explore and use the limbs I have for the best possible pleasure. Which is how I know what I’m about to do is going to drive him crazy—the same way he does to me.
The suckers on my tentacles are slightly bigger than those on my arms, and it’s easier to control my grip with them. I wrap the end around his cock, making sure the sucker lines up with that sweet spot right below the head.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his hands digging into the mattress. “Oh my God, that feels so good. What the fuck—”
His head presses into the bed, his body arching off the mattress. His dick throbs against me, and I keep up the suckling motion to the head of his cock. He writhes against the mattress, his cheeks flushing the most beautiful shade of red.
I use one arm to brush along his balls, flicking gently at the ring there, and then another finds his hole which I gently prod.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” he grits out. “So good.”
I push into him a little more, feeling a slight resistance; but then he loosens up and I push in further. I’ve never been so grateful for self-producing lube.
“Do you like the way I make you feel, Leif?” I ask, pushing deeper inside him. He takes me in easily, even with my tentacle growing thicker.
“So much,” he pants. “I want more.”
I lean over him and bury my face against his neck, breathing in his scent before licking the column of his throat.
“I’ll give you everything.”
Chapter Twelve
Leif
“I’ll give you everything.”
His tone is all sex, but there’s something there, something underneath that makes me think maybe he means something else, too. Something more serious than what we’re doing.
I can’t worry myself with that though. I’m too focused on not coming so soon. This won’t be over once I do, but it feels so good that I don’t want it to end.
Nothing has ever felt this good, this intense. Orgasms are amazing, but they’re quick. I want more ofthis—the build up, the intimacy, the intensity.
And to think… we’ve only just started.
I’m going to be exhausted tomorrow.
I’m supposed to go for breakfast with the crew in the morning, but I may end up sleeping until I have to be on stage to check Aliko’s kit, or I’ll never last until the show is done, and I need to break down.
Aliko looks like a giant above me, leaning over me with multiple arms and tentacles that keep touching me in one way or another. I’m running out of places for him to put them. I only have so many holes to fill. What a tragedy.
“Go deeper,” I tell him. “I want you deeper.”
Without hesitation, he pushes in more, his suckers causing an interesting sensation as they advance further. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anything inside me other than my own fingers, and Aliko’s arm is definitely bigger than those. The stretch burns, but not enough for me to tell him to stop. It only makes me want more.
“I need you inside me now.”
“No,” he grunts.
“Yes,” I say. “Please.”
