Chapter 22 #2
I shook my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t be a dick. Stop gaslighting me. I know what I saw. I knew I’d felt them before. Show me.”
He was standing close, his face set with determination. He wouldn’t let this go.
My survival instinct was screaming at me to deny it, to tell them that they’d imagined it.
But I’d spent days telling Declan that he needed to be honest with Sonny, and I’d heard Sonny finally open up to Declan about how he felt and I wanted them to do the same with me.
I wanted to be included. To be part of this thing they were building.
And I couldn’t do that if I lied to them.
With a burst of courage, I released my tentacles from my side, fanning them out around me so they could see everything, the way the dark purple tentacles joined with my sides, the mottled skin becoming lighter as it rose up my sides and chest until it was just my pale human skin again.
My tentacles undulated in front of them for a moment and I had just enough time for a sharp stab of panic to pierce my gut that this had been a terrible, terrible idea, and then Sonny reached for them.
His hands closed around the nearest tentacle, encompassing its girth. His hands were warm, and his fingers stroked across the top of my indigo skin so lightly I could hardly feel it, as gently as if he were handling crystal.
His eyes were fixed on them, on the way the tentacle he held undulated and moved in his grasp. The wonder on his face made my breath catch. He was staring at me as though my tentacles were encrusted with the finest jewels.
Declan raised one hand tentatively and asked, “Can I touch?”
Sonny dropped my tentacle and snatched his hands back. “Oops. Sorry. I forgot to ask.”
“You—” My voice squeaked embarrassingly and I cleared my throat. “You can touch.”
They both reached for me, and their hands ran over my body. Sonny circled a finger around one of my suckers and it made me shiver with pleasure.
Declan asked, “You felt them before, Sonny?”
I wasn’t sure whether it was a good sign that he was still standing there, not screaming at me that I was a monster, or whether it was a bad sign that he was only talking to Sonny.
“Yeah, in the water. They wrapped around me.”
Declan clenched his jaw and I wanted to do something but he was still holding me, one hand resting on a tentacle while the other was holding him upright on his crutch.
I knew he was thinking, so I waited. And shivered again as Sonny played with that sucker again.
“I saw you. Under the water. You were—”
“It was the only way I could reach Sonny in time.”
“You saved me,” said Sonny. “I knew I’d felt them save me. And then I dreamed of them. Was that a dream?”
I hesitated and then admitted, “Not always. When I was alone with you, I sometimes… let them out.”
He ran a hand all the way up the tentacle and up the side of my chest.
When he turned to Declan, I had to resist the urge to slide a tentacle around his waist and anchor him to me.
“Do you mind?” he asked Declan.
Declan took a breath. “You didn’t tell us.”
“I was afraid you would hate them.”
“Now who’s making choices for somebody else. Maybe let us make up our own minds.”
I couldn’t help but give a flicker of a rueful smile at that. “And? What do you think?”
“I don’t know yet.” My tentacles contracted, drawing back, but Declan grasped it firmer and Sonny gasped and pulled his one closer to him. Instinctively it wound around his chest and he let out a breath just loudly enough that it was right on the edge of being a moan. His eyelids fluttered.
My tentacle slithered further around him, winding in circles down his waist and over his hip.
The end of my tentacle stopped just above his groin and Sonny made an involuntary movement of his hips.
I looked down and saw my deep purple tentacle standing out in stark contrast to his pale skin, and his flushed dick sticking out.
I saw Declan’s head drop as he looked, as well.
Sonny noticed and dropped his hands to his groin to cover his erection. He blushed. “Sorry. I can’t help it.”
“Don’t be sorry,” said Declan. He licked his lips, making them shine, and then stroked his hand along my tentacle. His grip was firm and strong, gliding down to the tip and back up. “They’re soft.”
“Yeah,” said Sonny, and took hold of one again. Stroking his fingers in time with Declan’s.
The way they touched my skin and stroked my body was stirring up my lust, making my body aware and my dick hard. I looked down at Sonny’s dick again and saw that Declan, standing right next to him, was getting hard, too.
“Let me watch you kiss,” I said suddenly. “Please.”
Declan didn’t look sure, always hesitant, but Sonny leaned into his space and tilted his head slightly, offering his lips to Declan. He couldn’t resist that. He kissed Sonny.
Sonny moaned and moved forward, pressing against Declan so that I could feel them either side of the tentacle I had wrapped around Sonny.
I moved it, circling him again, extending my tentacle lower towards his groin and he kissed Declan deeper.
Declan must have felt me move against the skin of his stomach, but he didn’t withdraw.
He still had one hand on a tentacle and his grip was firm, though he stopped stroking, his whole focus on Sonny’s mouth.
Sonny wrapped his arms around Declan’s waist, holding him close and keeping him steady, and I tentatively slid one tentacle along his back to wind around them both and hold them together.
Declan didn’t stop or cringe away. He let go of his crutch, which fell against the bed, and used that hand to grab Sonny’s head, tangling his fingers in Sonny’s fair hair.
The scorching passion of their kiss made my body light up with fire.
Declan’s hand tightened in Sonny’s hair, tilting his head so Declan could possess his mouth.
Sonny’s hips began to rock back and forth but my tentacle was still around him, separating him from Declan’s body just enough that he couldn’t get the friction he wanted.
Slowly, unsure whether they’d like it or whether they’d freak out, I slid another of my long, dexterous arms between them, winding up Sonny’s thigh to his dick.
He made a soft little sound in his throat but didn’t break his kiss with Declan, and he continued to rock his hips and pull Declan’s body closer, squashing my tentacle between them.
Luckily, I could still slide the second one between them and I wriggled it further up and encircled Sonny’s dick. He made that sound again, and it made me want to come all over him.
Slowly, I slid the tip of my tentacle along his dick, stroking him, and his dick bobbed under my ministrations.
Then I encircled them harder, pulling their two bodies where I wanted them so their dicks lined up.
It put Declan’s dick right next to Sonny’s and it brushed against Sonny’s length and the smooth skin of my tentacle, making me shiver again with desire.
I waited, not sure whether this was too much, but Sonny started grinding. His movements were the same as they’d been the previous morning, short bursts of friction, jerky movements that were incredibly sexy to watch with his increasing desperation.
My tentacle slid further along Sonny’s length, and then began to wrap around it, and along Declan’s length too. Declan grunted, kissing Sonny with the same passion I’d felt before, his tongue delving into Sonny’s mouth, his dick rock hard under my touch.
With their dicks pressed together, soft skin sliding against soft skin, I started to stroke. My flexibility came in handy, wrapping them entirely in my grip, my strong tentacle controlling exactly how hard I pressed and how fast I moved.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life. I watched these two men kissing and pressing against each other, consumed by their passion and wound round with my tentacles. I stroked them increasingly quickly, sliding over their lengths and driving them higher.
Declan was leaning into Sonny, whose arms were tight around him and whose fingers were digging into his back as though terrified he’d pull away.
My tentacles had a mind of their own, though. One slid along Declan’s back and over his shoulder and tingled with pleasure at the feel of his warmth, the saltiness of his skin, and I longed to mark him with my suckers, mark him permanently.
Another tentacle wound round Sonny, down his lower back to his arse and curled around one of his cheeks.
I had enough presence of mind to force it to stop there, not to go too far, but my restraint was tested when Sonny widened his stance, silently begging me to do it.
At least, I thought he was. I couldn’t be sure, though, whether he wanted me to penetrate him like that, and my own arousal was making it hard for me to think clearly.
My tentacle twitched with the desire to slide inside him, but instead, I gripped him harder.
The moan Sonny let out as he came was long and filthy. Wrapped as he was in my long arms, I felt every movement of his body as he shuddered with pleasure, his muscles tightened and his dick released its come all over my tentacle and Declan’s dick.
Declan took a bit longer, a few strong strokes and the taste of Sonny’s mouth and the slick feeling of his release.
His body locked up tight, he groaned and his come shot all over the limb I had wound round and around him.
When I withdrew it, I was smeared with both their come combined.
The two of them stood together, panting. They’d stopped kissing, and were looking into each other’s eyes, wrapped up in each other. My tentacles weren’t needed any longer. They were holding each other up.
I began to withdraw all of my limbs, sliding them away. At the feeling of my tentacle moving over his back, Declan looked round at me, a frown on his forehead.
Sonny grabbed for my tentacle and held it tightly in one hand, the other arm still wound around Declan’s middle.
“Come here,” he said.