Chapter 23
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Malachi let his words hang, allowing the anticipation to drag out. It practically tingled in the air between them. Finally, he turned to look at Trent.
Trent stared at him, mouth ajar, breathing heavily.
Malachi smirked.
Once upon a time, Malachi had enjoyed sex. He’d enjoyed seeking pleasure and giving it.
He’d missed it. Although he’d not realised, he’d missed it. It was just a part of him that he’d lost when Forathia died. Losing it had not seemed anywhere near as important compared to losing his mate.
But it turned out he’d not truly lost it. It just had remained dormant inside him. Until Trent.
“Why don’t you come and sit on my lap?” Malachi suggested. “Show me how you pleasure yourself when you’re on your own at night.”
With fumbling fingers, Trent put down his cup, the tea sloshing over the sides. He got to his feet. He stumbled to stand before Malachi.
Slowly, Malachi put down his own cup on the floor. He leaned back, spreading his legs slightly. The chair creaked. He patted his lap.
Trent climbed on, his inner thighs pressing against the outside of Malachi’s. Suddenly, Trent gave a lurch to the side, almost toppling over. But Malachi’s hands grabbed his waist. His tentacles gripped his upper arms and back to steady him. Trent clutched Malachi’s shoulders.
“Careful there,” Malachi murmured.
Trent fixed his gaze on Malachi’s face, the pupils of his eyes enlarged.
Malachi released his grip on Trent’s waist and rested his hands in his own lap, steepling his fingers. But he kept his tentacles where they were to steady Trent. “Unbutton your shirt.”
With quick, trembling fingers, Trent did so. Malachi’s tentacles tugged the shirt open, revealing Trent’s lean torso.
Malachi lifted a hand and trailed it down the centre of Trent’s chest. “Stunning. You’re absolutely stunning.” His gaze flicked to Trent’s face. “Now take out your prick and show me how hard you are.”
Breath shaking, Trent undid the buttons of his trousers.
Malachi’s mouth watered as Trent wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and pulled himself out. Malachi gave an appreciative murmur as he took in the hard length. A bead of moisture gathered at the slit. Ridges and veins ran along his dick.
“You have a very nice cock.”
Trent’s dick gave a slight jerk in his hand, as if pleased with the attention and compliment. “I…ah… Thank you?” Trent made it sound like a question.
Malachi smiled. “Will you stroke yourself for me?” Malachi ran a finger down the side of Trent’s face. “Like you would when you are alone.”
Trent nodded. Slowly, he moved his hand from the base to the tip.
“That’s it,” Malachi encouraged, captivated by the movement of Trent stroking himself. “Just like that. Good boy.”
Trent whimpered. His hand moved up and down. Up and down. A rhythmic, hypnotic motion. Trent’s weight shifted on Malachi’s lap.
“You’re beautiful.”
A moan escaped Trent. The flush that Malachi had so often admired on Trent’s cheeks did in fact go further down. It spread down his throat and chest, a pinkish-red bloom.
Trent’s eyes fell closed as he jerked himself. He rocked on Malachi’s lap.
Malachi’s own dick pulsed with need. But he could be patient. For now, at least.
“What do you think of when you touch yourself?” Malachi asked.
Trent opened his eyes. “You.”
“What about me?”
Trent swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I noticed you staring at me when you came into the emporium,” Malachi said. “What captured your attention?”
“You’re so handsome.”
“And is that what you thought of when you pleasured yourself?”
Another nod. Trent’s hand kept sliding up and down his hard prick. “I thought of you and I together.”
“Doing what exactly?” Malachi wanted to know Trent’s desires. Because if he knew them, he could fulfil them. And he really wanted to give this young man everything he desired. “What did you think of us doing?”
“Everything. I thought of touching you. I thought of you touching me. I imagined kneeling on the floor in your emporium and sucking your dick. Then I imagined you lifting me onto the counter and sucking me.” The words rushed from Trent’s lips, as if he worried he might lose the courage to speak them aloud.
Malachi filed the fantasies away for future use.
Then Trent hesitated. “And I thought of your tentacles.”
“Did you?” Malachi raised a brow. But he wasn’t surprised. Usually the tentacles held a lot of fascination and appeal for those of his lovers who didn’t have them.
“Yes.” Trent’s hand continued to move on his cock, a little faster now. “I’d see you using your tentacles in the store, holding or picking up objects. I’d watch your tentacles and wonder what they would feel like touching me.”
Malachi didn’t speak. He simply slid one of his tentacles along Trent’s collarbone.
Trent shuddered. His hand on his cock spasmed.
Malachi smiled, then he let his other tentacles out to play. They glided along Trent’s throat, his chest, his stomach. With a cry, Trent hunched forward as he jerked his dick, faster and faster.
“Like this?” With his tentacles, he caressed, pulsed, squeezed, and sucked.
Trent groaned, and Malachi took that for a yes.
“Anything else you imagined them doing?” he asked as he continued to tease and torture Trent with the tentacles in question.
“I…” Trent trailed off.
“What?” Malachi leaned closer. His fingers touched Trent’s jawline. “You can tell me anything, my sweet.”
“I thought about your tentacles inside me.” Trent’s voice cracked.
Malachi smiled wickedly. Trent might lack experience, but he did not lack imagination. “Inside you?”
He slid a tentacle to Trent’s lower back. He paused with the tip above the hem of his trousers, then slithered it beneath the fabric and down his crease.
Trent cried out, eyes squeezing shut.
“You want my tentacles inside you, is that right?”
Trent nodded. Malachi could feel the tension radiating from the human’s tightly coiled body.
“You want my tentacle fucking you?” His tentacle approached Trent’s hole.
“Yes!” Pre-cum spurted from the tip of his dick as he continued to stroke himself.
Trent was close. Malachi could scent it. His arousal hung thickly in the air. Malachi’s tongue flicked the air to taste it.
“Well, that can be arranged.” Then he pressed his tentacle against the tight ring of muscle, teasing it.
A sob escaped Trent. Malachi pressed kisses against his cheek before licking his salty skin with hints of sugar and spice.
Malachi probed Trent’s entrance with his tentacle. Trent’s mouth fell open. His hand moved faster still, the rhythm erratic.
And Malachi slipped the tentacle inside Trent, just the tip.
Trent’s head flung back, spine arching. He cried out. Malachi captured Trent’s mouth and shout of pleasure in a fierce kiss. One of Trent’s hands kept moving on his dick. The other clutched at Malachi’s shoulder, fingers clenching as he spent between them.
After a moment, Trent began to sag forward. Malachi softened the kiss.
Trent pulled back, gasping for air. He swayed slightly. But Malachi’s hands and tentacles had him, Malachi stroking him with gentle touches as Trent’s pleasure subsided.
Trent smiled, a slow and languid smile. Then his gaze fell to Malachi’s lap. “What about you?” His hands reached for Malachi’s cock. His fingers brushed the buttons over the straining fabric.
“Want to try sucking cock?”
Trent fell off his lap in his desperation to get on his knees before Malachi. Thankfully, Malachi’s hands and tentacles gentled the fall. Trent placed his hands on Malachi’s thighs, gaze fixed on Malachi’s groin. He licked his lips.
So eager. So desperate.
Malachi undid his buttons before drawing himself out. Trent leaned forward, his eyes flicking between the hard length and Malachi’s face.
Malachi slid his fingers through Trent’s hair, guiding him forward until his wet breath brushed Malachi’s throbbing length.
“Lick me. Taste me,” Malachi said. “Explore my dick with your tongue.”
Trent stuck his tongue out. He licked the tip.
Malachi groaned. Trent slid his tongue up and down Malachi’s length before swirling it around the head.
“That’s it.”
Little sounds of pleasure escaped Trent’s mouth as he laved Malachi’s cock, getting his length wet. Malachi’s fingers in Trent’s hair tensed. But he didn’t exude any pressure. He just enjoyed the feel of Trent licking him like his dick was some treasured treat.
“When you are ready, you can suck my cock into your mouth,” Malachi said, voice strained. “But—” His words were cut off as Trent took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked. “Yes,” he hissed.
Trent’s head bobbed up and down.
Malachi gasped.
Trent took more and more of Malachi’s dick into his mouth each time. His spit slid down Malachi’s length. Leaning his head against the back of the chair, Malachi closed his eyes, giving himself over to the suction and feeling of warm wetness engulfing his dick. “That’s it.”
Trent’s fingers spasmed against Malachi’s thighs. He sucked like a man dying of a thirst that only Malachi’s cum could quench.
Malachi’s toes curled in his boots. Heat coiled in his belly as the pleasure increased.
“Yes. Oh yes.” Opening his eyes, he looked down at Trent. “I’m going to spend,” Malachi warned. He tugged gently on Trent’s hair. “Pull back if you don’t want a mouthful of my cum.”
Trent kept sucking, flicking his gaze to Malachi’s face as if uncertain what to do. He sucked harder.
“Trent.” Malachi gave another little tug. “Trent. I’m— Oh.” Malachi cried out as his cock swelled. The bliss crested inside him.
Then Trent pulled back. But not in time. Malachi’s cum splattered against his chin and lips and shot into his still-open mouth. Before Malachi could respond, Trent dived forward and took the head back into his mouth, sucking the seed from Malachi’s cock.
“Oh!” Malachi cried out as Trent drank the rest of his spend down.
Finally, Trent sat back, lips swollen. Malachi’s cum coated his lower face and dripped from his chin.
Malachi stroked Trent’s cheek. “You’re a pleasure.”
Trent beamed.