NINETEEN
Mia
Luke doesn’t let up after I cum. This is so different from the first time we had sex. I can still remember how much he held back that night on the dark sand with the stars above us. It was like he half expected me to fly away, or break under his touch.
Or maybe he was just unable to truly be himself like he is in this moment. His skin glows a bright jade green and his tentacles are everywhere. They hold me up, encircle me, clasp and squeeze and toy with my body in all the right places. Even in human form he knows just how to touch me and kiss me. Like this he worships me so it feels like there’s not a place we aren’t connected .
When I cum, he slows his pace briefly, until my pussy stops clenching so tight. Then he starts right up again, building and building, until I’m shaking and trembling, and diving right into another orgasm slower and bigger than the last. It’s difficult to tell exactly when it begins, but it feels like it goes on for thrust after thrust as I lie back and gaze up at his handsome face. The muscles in his neck are tight. Veins stand out on his arms. The gills on his neck flare like he’s gasping for air.
Then I realize, he’s fucking me hard, but he’s still holding back for me.
“Your turn,” I gasp, as soon as I have breath for it. “Come on, Luke. Your turn. I want you to cum inside me.”
He groans, bending forward and pressing his forehead against mine. “I can’t help it. Not when you talk to me like that.”
I run my hands over his muscular back, all the way down to his taut ass. Then I squeeze. “Don’t hold back, Luke. You held back too long already. Give it to me.”
His rhythm breaks. He shudders and curses. His hips jerk once, twice, a final time. We’re connected so intimately I feel him pulse inside me as he cums. I look up to watch him and find his gaze locked on mine, the most intense expression on his face.
He’s so handsome like this. It makes me want to capture it. Sketch it. Except, I wouldn’t want to share it with anyone. I know instinctively, this is just for me.
I slide my hand up the back of his neck mirroring the way he holds me close. I’m sweaty, but his skin feels just as soft and cool as it always does in this form. “Thank you,” I whisper .
Luke leans his forehead against mine for a long moment, breathing heavily. “Mia, what are you thanking me for? Don’t you know that was everything I’ve been wanting—you are everything?”
I tilt my head to kiss him. “For waiting. For wanting me like that. I hope it was worth the wait.”
He chuckles. “Oh I think it was, don't you?” He pulls back gently, helping me sit.
“You want me to get you a towel?” I ask, as he removes the condom and makes a quick tie in it. I’m a little giggly. I might need the towel! I’m noticeably damp between my thighs. We just fucked like bunnies on the dining room table. Not something I ever thought I’d do.
Luke shakes his head and scoops me up in his arms. “Nope. Not yet. I’m taking you to the sofa, and you’re going to wait right there while I clean up all this.” He jerks his head at the dirty dishes. “Then I’m probably gonna have to have you again.”
I giggle again, but his expression is dead serious. “Luke! We only just stopped.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He navigates around the chairs and into the lounge room. “I’ve got ten years of waiting to make up for.”
He deposits me on the sofa, good as his word, then heads back into the dining room, giving me a great view of his taut, naked ass as he goes.
My pussy flutters. Come to think of it, I might not mind an encore.
The good thing about a kraken boyfriend is he has eight arms to deal with the chores, so Luke makes short work of cleaning up. When he comes back, we end up spooning on the couch, not really watching Terminator, which believe it or not, I have already seen. After drying he shifted back until things get a little too heated and then both his hands and tentacles are all over me, teasing and touching until neither of us can stand it anymore. I climb into his lap and ride him slowly until we both cum together, gasping into a kiss, holding each other close.
I can’t remember being so intimate with anyone. Not ever. With Luke, it just feels natural.
After we’re thoroughly exhausted and we realise the movie finished an hour ago, he takes me up to bed and snuggles in behind me. I go to sleep quickly with the weight of his arm draped over me and his breath tickling the back of my neck.
I’m warm and relaxed when I wake up. Luke’s smell on my pillows has become a familiar reminder I’m exactly where I want to be. His masculine, earthy scent makes me smile as I roll over and look at him. He’s still sleeping, one arm tucked behind his head and the other draped across his belly. The doona is slung across his hips and I grin at the bulge tenting the fabric at his groin.
Guess I’m allowed to take care of that now. Now that I’m officially his girlfriend. Actually I think he called it a mate. I think I like that even better.
Still grinning, I duck under the covers and wriggle until I’m situated between his legs.
Everything was so hot and desperate last night I didn’t get a proper chance to appreciate him the way I’ve been aching to do ever since we started fooling around. Well now’s my opportunity.
I take him in my hand, appreciating the super smooth skin and the thick weight of him. I savor the smell, too, when I bring my face closer, holding him so I can brush the velvety shaft against my cheek until I reach the moist tip.
Luke shifts and groans, and I peep out from the covers to make sure he is still sleeping. He is. His gorgeous face is relaxed, his lips slightly parted. His cock jumps in my hand, though, as I stroke it slowly down and up again.
Running my tongue along the underside, I open my lips and take him into my mouth. He tastes good. Somewhat like the smell of him on my pillows, a little salty and of the sea.
Luke groans again and his hand pushes aside the covers. I look up to see him staring down at me. “Mmm, good morning, gorgeous.”
Reluctantly, I lift my mouth off him. “Good morning. Lie back. I’m not done. I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”
He chuckles, laying back and holding up his hands in a posture of defeat.
It’s not long before my saliva wets his skin so much he transforms. I get an up close and personal view of the shift this time, marveling as the skin in my hand turns from light tan to green, the new color spreading across the surface like someone spilled paint there. Soon there are limbs coiled around me, caressing my cheek and my ass, questing between my legs to bring me pleasure when I’m trying very hard to concentrate on his.
“No fair!” I lift my mouth to speak, glaring up at him in mock reproof. “This is about you. Not me. ”
He only shrugs and I giggle when the tip of one tentacle flicks a very sensitive area, then moan and spread my legs wider when he finds just the right place.
Soon his cock is jerking in my grasp, pulsing against my tongue as I flick it over the head and suck him into my mouth again.
“Oh, fuck!” His hand goes to my hair and he pushes it back from my face.
I smile around his shaft and redouble my efforts.
“Fuck, Mia, oh, fuck!” Luke’s hand tightens in my hair.
Another male voice from behind me makes me jerk and drop Luke’s cock like I’ve been burned. “Fuck, Mia, really?”
“Oliver?”
“What the fuck is this?” I turn to see Oliver glaring at Luke over my head. His eyes narrow. “Wilson? Is that you? What the fuck?”
I’m naked and I have the strange impulse to gather the doona to my chest to cover my breasts. Ridiculous, given the number of times Oliver has seen me naked. Not that he paid much attention lately. I resist the urge and instead fix him with my own glare. “Leave him out of this!”
“Oh, you want me to leave him out of this?” Oliver gestures wildly. “Maybe you should have left him out of our bed, Mia! Out of your mouth—Jesus Christ!”
Luke slides out of bed before I can stop him, rushing on eight limbs faster than I would have thought possible to put himself in front of Oliver. Of course he’s still fully shifted and completely naked. He plants his hands on his hips and I’m struck with just how much larger he is than my ex .
“You’re one to talk, dickhead. I don’t think you’ve got any right to storm in here and complain about anything Mia does.”
Despite Luke’s size and his monstrous features, Oliver doesn’t back down. He puffs out his chest and actually takes a step forward. Which might be stupid, except I know Luke won’t hurt him. Will he...?
I hurry from the bed, rushing over to get between them, “Hey, let’s just calm down, OK? Oliver, I don’t know why you decided to come down here today, but if you’ll just go wait downstairs, I’ll come talk to you in a minute.”
“You don’t have to,” Luke says softly, placing a hand on my waist and making me long to melt back against him.
Oliver glares. “You don’t get to say what she does or doesn’t have to do, Wilson.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Well, you certainly don’t. Are you going to do what I asked you to, or should I call the police, and tell them there’s been a home invasion?”
Oliver scoffs. “I think it’s highly unlikely anyone would buy that story given that I have a key. Besides, look at him. Who would believe I’m the problem when there’s an actual monster in your bed.”
Luke shrugs. “Seeing as my uncle is the senior officer in town, he might need a very long interview to make sure he’s got all the facts.”
Oliver’s jaw drops open for a moment. Then he turns and heads for the door. “Fucking backwater town nepotism. Fucking supernaturals manipulating people.” He pauses in the doorway. “Put some clothes on for fuck’s sake, and let’s sort this out like adults. Leave your beast up here, or tell him to go home. ”
He slams the door behind him and Luke spins me gently to face him with his hands on my shoulders. “Are you OK?”
I’m shaking a little, but I nod. “Just shocked. I’m so sorry—”
He cuts me off with a shake of his head. “Don’t be. It’s that dickhead who should be sorry. Want me to come with you?”
“No. Thank you. I think it’s better if I talk to him alone.”
He frowns, but I see him bite back his response. “OK, but if I hear anything I don’t like, I’m coming down and I may or may not put clothes on first.”
Despite everything, that makes me laugh. Luke presses a soft kiss to my lips. By the time I’ve found my shorts and his jumper, I’m feeling a little stronger and very certain about what I need to say to Oliver.