Chapter 7 #2
Najar leans over and says something in Felix’s ear that I can’t hear.
My brother blushes and squirms in his seat in a way that suggests he likes whatever his boyfriend told him.
We all settle down, and Sasha plays the special Christmas episode Luna tells me they recently finished producing.
The show is campy and over-the-top in all the best ways possible.
Luna actually does the voice of Jonesy’s character and is quite talented, giving the feline a snarky diva attitude that proves pretty hilarious at key moments.
Najar plays the stoic “straight man” sidekick to Jonesy, and they complement each other perfectly.
I find myself laughing along with everyone and grinning from ear to ear.
The crew of the Sleigh Belle are a whole lot of fun, and I’m happy to be joining their inner circle.
I’m getting the sense that this group shares the kind of found-family bonds I’ve always dreamed of.
With them, Felix and I might be able to have family we can rely on again besides only one another.
It’s a beautiful thought that I hold close to my heart for now.
After the screening, Najar and Felix and Khephren and Sasha disappear awfully fast, leaving Luna and me behind. My pulse races and my heart thumps in my chest as I stare at her, unable to look away.
“How about you give me a tour of my quarters?” I suggest.
Luna’s hooded gaze turns sultry and full of promise. “I would love nothing better.”
In an anticipatory silence that practically crackles with sexual tension, she leads me down the corridor of the ship and back to the crew’s living quarters. Could I retrace my steps anytime soon? Hell no. I’m too focused on her the entire time.
When we arrive outside my room, she gestures a tentacle toward the door to the right. “My room’s right next door. In case you need anything. And I mean anything.”
I lick my lips. “Did you plan it that way?”
She grins. “Of course. I’m no fool.”
I struggle to concentrate as she shows me how to use the digital keypad beside the door. My brain is mostly pondering whether she wants to get naked with me tonight.
Please, Santa, let her want to get naked and naughty with me tonight!
The pressurized door to my quarters unlocks and opens with a whooshing noise, and we both step inside. Luna taps a panel on the wall, and the door closes firmly behind us.
I’m breathing hard now, even though I haven’t done anything remotely strenuous enough to warrant it. Well, maybe restraining my lust does in fact count…
Luna eyes me intensely, her tentacles twitching at her sides almost as if they want to touch me but aren’t sure if they can.
“I want to kiss you,” she growls.
“Yes, please,” I say, falling into her arms and pressing every inch of myself against her firm, toned physique.
When our lips meet, it sends a zing throughout my entire body.
Her tongue sweeps inside and I moan, devouring her mouth with equal gusto.
Luna tastes vaguely of candy canes and all my deepest, most secret dreams. A fluttering sensation fills my chest and makes me tingle with awareness all over.
This euphoria feels a whole hell of a lot like love, not simply lust, but I’m not ready to face that possibility quite yet. I don’t want to jinx things.
I don’t know how long we stay kissing one another until we both have to come up for air, panting heavily.
“Okay, so our chemistry wasn’t a fluke,” I manage to say shakily.
Luna’s tentacles tremble, and she brushes her fingers against her lips. “Yeah, I think we’ve proven that beyond a shadow of a doubt.” She moves closer again. “Can I touch you with my tentacles?”
Her voice is hopeful, but her expression remains uncertain.
“Yes,” I reply hoarsely. “I want to feel all of you.”
She pulls me into her embrace again, and I wrap my arms around her neck while she runs her hands through my hair with reverence. One of her tentacles moves to the bottom hem of my shirt and then slips underneath, going straight for my breasts.
“Ahhh!” I cry out into Luna’s mouth as her tentacle cups my left breast and then curls around it, squeezing and massaging in a manner that pings all my buttons.
A rush of liquid heat pools between my legs, and I can’t hold back a whimper of need.
“Fuck, you feel good, Gemma,” Luna says, nuzzling my ear and trailing kisses down the side of my sensitive neck.
I gasp and shudder. “I gotta be real honest right now. I don’t think I’m going to be able to stand much longer.”
Taking that as an invitation, Luna pulls me toward the bed, and we tumble on top of it eagerly. She straddles my hips, her eyes searching mine. “What do you want?”
I’m nearly thirty and not shy when it comes to sex, so I tell it like it is. “I really want to come. How about you?”
She grins at me. “Glad to know we’re on the exact same wavelength, beautiful.”
Her tentacle fondling my breasts somehow manages to undo my bra underneath my sweater and then starts going to town.
My breasts are more sensitive than some women’s, especially when I’m aroused, so I’ve always enjoyed having a partner play with them.
But I’ve never felt anything quite like having them groped and massaged by a very talented tentacle. It’s next level, that’s for sure.
I squirm beneath Luna, my pussy throbbing with desire.
“I think we’re both in need of some immediate relief,” Luna says, another one of her green tentacles moving to hover between us. She arches an eyebrow. “I told you these babies are multitalented, and that they vibrate.”
I gulp and nearly choke on my own tongue.
“Would you like to feel that?”
Who the hell wouldn’t?
I nod vigorously. “Now please.”
“So demanding,” she purrs. “I love it.”
By now, my panties are a soaking wet mess, and my pussy is throbbing so hard I can barely think.
Luna’s second tentacle dips under the waistband of my leggings and then under the hem of my panties, slowly making its way toward my core. I shudder and moan as it moves between my legs, sliding easily along my slick slit.
Luna’s eyes flare with lust. “Dear Goddess Thekmis, you’re so wet for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp in mock outrage. “I’ve been like this every goddamn day since I first saw you. Now please, do something about it.”
Luna closes her eyes and shudders, then opens them again. “Gorgeous Gemma, the things you do to me.”
Her eyes remain trained on me as the tentacle in my pants rubs back and forth along my slit, brushing against my clit almost teasingly.
“Ahh!” I cry out.
Luna grins and that’s when her tentacle begins to vibrate. I lose my ever-loving mind.
My Hitachi Magic Wand pales in comparison to Luna’s tentacle.
I mean, I brought it in case, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be needing it.
“More,” I demand, reaching down and pressing into the pulsating appendage, rubbing it against the most sensitive part of me—which, for me, tends to be right next to my clit rather than directly on it.
“That’s it,” Luna coaxes. “Show me what you like, baby.”
The familiar sensation of my impending climax builds, and I grind her tentacle against me until I explode and damn near see stars.
The vibrations from her appendage draw the orgasm out even longer, and I give myself over to it, my core throbbing in time with my heartbeat until I finally descend back to reality.
I’m a quivering mess when Luna retracts her extra appendages from beneath my clothes, and I manage a weak chuckle. “We didn’t even get naked.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll remedy that in a moment,” Luna promises.
I already can’t wait to get her off.
Luna pulls the tentacle that gave me one of the best clitoral orgasms of my life toward her, and I can’t look away as she licks my essence from it.
“Mmm. You taste sweet,” she purrs.
Another gush of liquid heat pools between my legs, and I develop an immediate determination to eat this woman out until she’s an equally quivering mess. I may not possess vibrating tentacles, but I do believe I have a very talented tongue.
Luna leans back on her haunches and hurriedly pulls off her top, flinging it across the room. She’s not wearing a bra underneath, but with her small, pert breasts, she probably doesn’t need one.
I can’t wait to touch them. To suck on them.
The thought has me drooling already.
“Ready for round two?” Luna challenges, a provocative glint in her eyes. “After all, we have quite a few hours until Christmas morning—and trust me when I say me and my tentacles can go all night long.”
“I must have made it onto Santa’s Nice List this year,” I whisper dazedly.
Luna unbuttons her fly. “Don’t worry. What we’re about to do might land you on his Naughty List.”
Yes, please!
I sit up, pulling off my own sweater and the tangled bra Luna’s tentacle managed to undo earlier.
Luna’s eyes dilate with lust as she ogles my breasts, and I give her a sexy little shimmy.
She moans and bites her bottom lip.
I get on my knees and prowl toward her. “I think it’s time for me to return the favor. So get naked fast.”
“You’re on,” she leers.
Within seconds, our clothes are flying.