Chapter 24
Erik
We snuggled on the couch together, tangled under a blanket.
My limbs kept reaching for both men of their own accord, winding round them and tugging them close to me.
It still amazed me that they didn’t recoil at the touch of my tentacles but neither of them reacted badly at all.
Sonny almost purred with satisfaction when I wound around him completely, and it was difficult to conceal the way my body reacted to that.
Sonny asked me questions about my childhood, my job, my cottage, my plans for the future, and I found myself talking more than I had in years. He listened so carefully that he made me feel fascinating, somehow.
Then, out of nowhere, he asked, “When is your receptionist due?”
“At the end of January. Why?”
He shrugged. “Just wondering.”
Declan gave a grunt. “Come on, spill. I know you’re plotting something.” He gestured at Sonny and said to me, “This is his plotting voice.”
“I don’t have a plotting voice! I was just thinking.”
“What were you thinking about?”
Maybe I cheated a bit by letting one of my long limbs curl around him, winding round his thigh tightly and forcing myself to stop before I inched the tip of my tentacle higher between his legs.
Sonny melted back against me even more and breathed out, “I wondered if Declan wanted to take over her job while she was on maternity leave. I know it’s not what he’s used to but he’s good at organising things so it shouldn’t be too difficult, and he’ll get to sit down a lot of the time and he’ll be right where he needs to be for his physio sessions and you could sneak in some hot make-out sessions in the supply cupboard or something. ”
Declan snorted. “Which part of that did you start with in your imagination?”
“Hey, it’s a legit idea,” said Sonny. “Also you look totally hot in a supply cupboard and Erik’s really kinky with that stationery.”
I snorted. “I’m not as kinky as all that, but thank you for the mental picture.”
Sonny wiggled his eyebrows. “Happy to share.”
I almost dismissed the idea, but Declan spoke slowly, as though he were thinking as he was talking. “That’s not a bad idea.”
“All my ideas are good,” said Sonny.
“Yeah, but this one— Erik, do you have anyone lined up to take over her position?”
“Not yet. I think we were going to get an agency worker, since it will be a temporary contract, but there’s no reason it has to be. The practice manager might even go for it if I suggest you as a private hire because it will be cheaper without the agency taking their cut.”
Declan nodded. “I’ll think about that. I’m definitely not ready to go back to my old job.”
He didn’t say anything more and I didn’t want to push. It would be great for me if he stayed in the village with his parents or – even better – here in this cottage with me. But I couldn’t expect him to do that forever.
Sonny wriggled and my tentacle slipped higher, pressing into the crease between his thigh and his balls. That might have been what he intended, actually.
He asked, “Eric, you said you were stronger than a human. How strong are you, exactly?”
I glanced at Declan. “Is this still his plotting voice?”
“Oh yeah, it definitely is.”
“I’m just asking,” cried Sonny. “Answer the question, I want to know whether you’re strong enough to hold Declan down while he comes.”
I snorted again. “I see what you mean. That was definitely a plot.”
“Is that a no?” There was a sassy challenge in Sonny’s voice, and it made me sit up taller.
“I’m strong enough to hold him down, or lift him up.”
Sonny sat up and twisted round to look at me. “Really?”
“Yes.”
His eyes flickered to Declan, and I looked as well, raising my eyebrows. “You want me to show you?”
Declan said, “You want to lift me up?”
He didn’t sound that keen, until I explained. “No, I want to do what I’ve been fantasising about for weeks, which is throw you over my shoulder and carry you into my bedroom.”
Declan’s cheeks flushed dark pink and his pupils dilated, which was gratifying.
Sonny breathed, “Yes please.”
“Declan?” I asked.
He swallowed. “Are you sure you won’t drop me on my head or something?”
“I promise I won’t. I’m strong enough to lift someone twice your size.”
As I said it, I could almost feel Sonny plotting to see that happen one day, probably by me lifting him and Declan together. I could easily take the weight, but I’d have to use my tentacles to keep them both balanced. At least I knew neither of them would mind that.
I nearly did that straight away, but I resisted. Declan nodded, giving me permission, and I was honoured by his trust. This first time, I needed to lift him alone so he would feel secure in my arms.
It was easy to pluck him off the couch, especially as my tentacles were already out and roaming. I’d taken my t-shirt off earlier and never put it back on, and it meant my tentacles had been on full display all day.
He gasped as I threw him over my shoulder, using my tentacles to control his momentum so he didn’t land heavily on my shoulder and get bruised.
Sonny breathed out, “Wow, you’re so hot.”
I grinned over my shoulder. “Come and watch the show.”
Sonny almost tripped over his own feet rushing to the bedroom ahead of us, shouting, “I want to watch you throw him on the bed.”
I walked slowly, letting him get ahead of us and then, as I ducked through the bedroom doorway, I kicked the door shut behind me, making sure to mind Declan’s head.
With a flourish, I threw Declan down onto the mattress, still controlling his movements with my limbs. He lay sprawled across the blankets, deliciously rumpled and surprised.
Instinctively, I crawled on top of him and settled my legs either side of his hips.
I ran my hands up his chest, dragging his t-shirt up his body as I did so.
He had still not built up the kind of muscle that he had once had, but he was getting stronger and I loved the feel of his body under my hands.
I used my tentacles to hold him down and move him where I wanted him as I stripped his clothes and flung them aside.
I might have let my hands and the tips of my tentacles and the flat little suckers play over his skin, too.
Touching and stroking and marvelling at the shape of him below me, and making him flush with arousal and twist under my ministrations, trying to get closer to me.
One limb slid across to Sonny, winding around him and pulling him closer to us until he fell forwards onto the bed. I moved him to lay beside Declan, where they could kiss and I could watch them together, two long bodies, one fair, one dark, and their climbing passion.
Since he was in front of me, and since it was clear he and Declan were going to get it on, I obligingly stripped Sonny of his clothes. His pale skin shone, a sheen of sweat and a radiant light that made me want to worship at his feet.
When Declan had first let slip that Sonny was his ray of sunshine, I’d assumed it was hyperbole. It was just Declan’s feelings for him. But it wasn’t. Sonny was mesmerising, and I watched his lean frame almost climb on top of Declan.
I was about to move out of the way, but Sonny reached behind and grabbed me. He had hold of my wrist, his grip surprisingly strong.
Not sure what he wanted, I leaned towards him slowly. He moved my hand to Declan’s dick and Declan moaned low and long, bucking his hips upwards.
I settled in, stroking slowly, watching their lips press together, their tongues glide in each other’s mouths, and feeling Declan’s hips rock up.
Sonny stroked a hand along the nearest tentacle, which was wound over Declan’s chest, holding him in place just like I’d said.
He suddenly pulled back, breaking their kiss. He sounded drunk as he asked, “Are you really going to hold him down?”
I met Declan’s eyes, almost as dark as my own, so blown with passion that the iris was practically invisible.
“You want that?”
He nodded, a jerky movement. “God, I need you both.”
My dick, already so hard I was struggling to keep my hands off it, twitched inside my trousers. All the secret fantasies I’d had about fucking Declan clashed in my mind in an explosion of lust and I asked, “Want to fuck me?”
Sonny groaned, and I realised that maybe I should step back, let them have this moment together.
Hurriedly, I said, “Or you two can fuck. If you want to be alone—”
I was holding Declan’s hand to the bed with a long tentacle but he tried to twist it round to take hold of me. I let my limb slither over him some more until it slid between his fingers and he could hold me tight.
Sonny shook his head. “Watching you two fuck is going to be too hot. I’m going to come all over myself.”
That surprised a laugh out of me.
“Are you sure?” I wanted to check he was okay with it.
“Well, I’m hoping I can last at least as long as you, but I’m not sure I will.”
“I meant are you sure you’re okay with me and Declan…”
Sonny sat up suddenly, lunging for my mouth. He kissed me sloppily and enthusiastically, and I could taste the combination of him and Declan.
Declan began to writhe, obviously wanting to get some friction on his dick but unable to, flat on his back with his arms pinned to the mattress.
Sonny was still leaning into my space as he said, “I’m very okay with it. As long as you’re not excluding me, I don’t mind you and Declan fucking or talking or cuddling or kissing or oh yes.”
I cut him off by winding a long tentacle around his hard dick. He thrust into my grip and I felt the first slide of wet liquid running across my skin. Sonny was leaking pre-come already. Maybe he really wouldn’t last as long as I would.
Smiling to myself, I used the very tip of my tentacle to tease at his slit, barely pressing inside it, and Sonny almost screamed with pleasure. I was glad my cottage was so isolated and nobody but me and Declan would hear that scream.
Beneath me, Declan bucked harder. “Fuck, that is so fucking hot. Please, you’ve got to do something.”