Chapter Six
Kaos
Iopened the door to my room at the end of the corridor and glanced back to where Spiro was sitting. His tentacles, usually swaying in the air, now rested on the couch cushions, except for one.
Spiro directed it closer to his face, then licked along the slim tip.
I frowned before it hit me. Was he eating my cum off himself?
I ducked into my room and closed the door as quietly as I could. Fuck, that was so hot. My cheeks were aflame, and my cock was stirring back to life. I lifted my hoodie to my waist and glared at it as if the horny piece of meat would reconsider what he’d gotten me into.
With a grunt, I face-planted on the bed. It was all my fault for thinking with my dick, not my head. In my defense, I’d woken up from a nap to a hottie cradling me in his arms and tentacles. How was I supposed to fight against that? I had no chance.
He’d coaxed an orgasm out of me as if he were some magician, putting a spell on me, pulsing around my cock, and caressing my body at the same time.
I’d exploded like at the end of lockotober after accomplishing the challenge.
But from what I’d seen, he hadn’t come. Would he pleasure himself now? Was that why he was licking my cum?
His hotness is gonna kill me.
I groaned into the pillow, then grabbed it and shoved it down to my groin.
Spiro had produced some lubricant from his suckers, and my dick was still covered in it, making the glide easy.
What else could he do with these wiggly limbs?
I squeezed my pucker at the idea of him penetrating me slow and deep.
Biting the bedsheet, I humped the pillow, imagining it was a thick and smooth tentacle I could grind against until I gave Spiro some more cum to lick. The thought of him filling me up again and again sent me over the edge.
The orgasm was only a shadow of what Spiro had given me, but was enough to clear my head somewhat.
My phone vibrated against my belly, and I rolled over to pull it out of the front pocket of my hoodie.
It was Cillian. Fuck, I’d promised to call him. I’d text everyone else, but my dyslexic bestie deserved better.
I glanced at the locked door and swiped the green icon.
“Tell me everything. Your texts were so vague!” Cilli squeaked on the other end of the line.
“I fucked up and booked on the wrong date, but the guy that rented the house for this winter is letting me stay here until I find a place.” I lay back and let my feet dangle off the bed.
“Shit. Are you safe there?” The sounds of Drag Race suddenly quieted. He was seriously worried if he turned his favorite show off.
“Yeah, I am. My physical well-being is not at stake here.” I threw my arm over my eyes. “I just humped a pillow and came thinking of him.”
“What? Why? You’ll get yourself into trouble again.” He sighed and purred contemplatively. “Is he hot?”
I groaned. “He has abs and tentacles for days. And get this, he cooks too!”
His giggle was loud and joyous. “Gurl, you’re so fucked. Are you sure you didn’t plan all of this?”
“No. I wish I was that brilliant.”
“What would he think if he knew you’d jacked off to him?”
“Considering he just stroked me to completion while kissing me within an inch of my life, I think he’d be okay with that.”
“What?” Cilli’s voice reached a high octave. “You’re definitely staying there as long as possible if that’s on the table.”
“No. I should get my own place and explore the city. He planned to be alone for the month. While it was fun for a moment, I don’t want to overstay my welcome when the storm goes away.”
“Bullshit. Don’t sell yourself short. You have more than your sexy ass to offer. He’d be lucky to have your companionship instead of some lonely wallowing and sad jerking off sessions.”
“Shut up.”
He chortled. “Here I thought I’d have to tell you to stop looking at Mira’s social media pics and move on, but you’re way ahead of me.”
I sat bolt upright. “What did she post? I’ve only been checking my phone to see if any places for me to stay replied.”
“Just a bunch of sickeningly cute pics with Derek.”
“Ugh. And to think, I was the one who introduced them. Hell, I was so adamant that my girlfriend and my ex-boyfriend could be friends that it’s practically all my fault.” I smacked myself on the forehead.
“No, it’s not. They did you dirty.”
“Well, I’m here to forget about that mess, and so far, so good.” I ruffled my hair as if it would help me clear my head. “How’s your following doing? Is work okay?”
“I posted a peak tutorial yesterday, and it’s racking up decent interest. The green foundation shows well on my face, and a few people used my discount at the online store.
As for the day job, the girls at Sephora are nice, the clients can be nasty, but it’s not so bad overall.
” A doorbell rang on Cilli’s end of the line.
“Soon, an entire clientele will be coming there just for you.”
“We’ll see. My pizza is here, so I gotta go.”
“And I think I got an email. I may have a place to stay.” I looked at the new notification.
Cillian sighed. “You wanna leave the hottie that gives you orgasms?”
“Go get your food.” I hung up on him giggling.
The email was from another hotel apologizing for being all booked and mentioning the weather. I rolled over, and the pillow stuck to me. Oops.
My hoodie was covered in my cum, as were my thighs and abs.
I ducked into the bathroom for a quick cleanup and left the dirty hoodie on the floor.
Shame, cause it smelled like Spiro—an ocean breeze, and the honey sweetness of the lubricant he produced.
Thankfully, I’d packed plenty of oversized hoodies, but not enough to last me the entire stay at this rate.
I opened my socials and scrolled through the comments on my latest video where I talked about landing at O’Hare, grinning like a loon.
The draft pending was of another vid of me in front of the house with red-rimmed eyes, thinking I’d be sleeping on the street.
I deleted it, then pointed the camera toward myself.
“A little update on my trip. I fucked up my booking, and it turned out someone else is staying at the place I was supposed to spend the next month in. But, worry not, I will not be haunting the alleys of Chicago.” I paused for dramatic effect.
“The guy staying here offered for me to wait out the storm at the house. Once I find an alternative, I’ll move out.
Planes are grounded for now, so no food-seeing for me.
I’m hoping to make a proper trip to the city in a few days and give you all updates about the best places for a picky eater!
Give ‘em Kaos!” I winked at the camera and stopped the recording.
With tags I had saved on my clipboard, the vid was ready to post. I scrolled through the messages and marked those from potential affiliates to read later.
An email popped up from a rental place. Probably another letdown. I clicked on it and scanned the contents.
“Spiro!” I rushed out and headed for the living area.
He wasn’t on the couch, nor in the kitchen.
I followed the music coming from the other side of the corridor.
Without a thought or a single useful brain cell in my head, I rapped on the door to his room, then pushed it open, not waiting for a reply.
He would want to hear what I had to say. “Spiro, I have new—”
Like a needle falling off a vinyl mid-song, I screeched to a halt. Spiro’s room was bigger than mine, but I barely took note of the bed that must smell like him, or his boxers discarded on the floor.
No, what had all of my undivided attention was the tentacled hottie lounging in a jacuzzi in the bathroom with the door open wide.
His head was back, his arms over the edge of the tub, and his tentacles moving like waves.
Two were swaying loosely while others were pulsing around his cock.
No. Two cocks were sprouting from his groin.
They were medium thickness but seemed to grow longer and shorter along with his stroking.
Mesmerised, I gawked. The grip on my phone loosened, and the device thudded to the floor. I startled, and so did Spiro, turning his head my way.
“Kaos?” He gasped, looked at me, then tensed. A gush fountained from him and into the air.
It took me a full second to realize it was his cum. The creamy white ribbons splattered on his chest, his face, and even reached the counter behind him.
“Music off,” he said, and silence invaded the room.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I scuttled back.
Spiro snatched one upper tentacle like a whip and wrapped it around my forearm.
“What for?” His low voice should have sounded menacing given the circumstances, but it was tinged with mirth.
“That I entered.” My mouth was dry. Had I left it hanging open this whole time? “I knocked, I swear. I was looking for you to tell you that I found a place. That I can leave. But I was in a hurry and I didn’t think. Like I didn’t plan well enough before coming here and—”
“You’re spiraling.” Spiro’s tentacle gently pulsed over my forearm, calming my racing heart. “I told you that you could stay here.”
“But I don’t want to be a burden, and the storm should end in a few days.” I tugged on my ear.
“What if I asked you to stay?”
“Why would you?” I traced my fingers over the smooth skin of the tentacle holding me, then touched the very tip, and a zap of electricity hit me. I didn’t flinch this time, but I parted my lips on a tiny gasp.
“For many reasons.” He eyed my bare thighs where my hoodie ended and my socks began. “Seeing your face made me shoot a monster load, for one.”
“There was a lot of it.” I whistled low.
“You got me so worked up, I had to come here and stroke myself thinking of you. Is that depraved? Do you hate it?”
“No.” I swallowed. “I wish I’d helped you with that.”
“As you can see,” he spread his arms, “I have two cocks.”
“Oh…”
“What will you do with that information?