Chapter Eleven
Spiro
His underwear was still in my hand. I hesitated but lost the battle with propriety, and lifted the fabric to my nose.
Meeting Kaos’s wide gaze, I inhaled his sweet natural scent mixed with the aroma of his pre-cum.
Would I get away with it if I stole these?
I’d need a fresh pair right before we parted ways to keep me going.
I shook my head to clear the dark thoughts and tossed his boxer briefs behind me.
I spread his knees and held them with my tentacles as I dove to nuzzle his groin. His natural scent of blueberries and oranges broke through the shower gel smell. I’d remember it forever. Inhaling deeply, I fed my arousal with more of Kaos, more of my wicked kitten.
His cock dripped pre-cum onto his abdomen, enticing me.
With an involuntary low growl, I licked it like it was honey and let my taste buds rejoice.
It was delicately sweet—a healthy snack I could have before dinner.
Honestly, it was an appetizer before I devoured his dick.
I vowed to eat this divine dish for the remainder of the year.
His scent and the way every part of his body tasted matched my palate with magical accuracy.
I paused with my lips around the head of his dick.
He fit me and my needs as if he were my fated mate… Nope, that couldn’t be possible. Even if both of my brothers believed it, I was reluctant to trust old tales. Especially in the middle of a holiday fling that would end soon.
Tossing the notion far away, I opened my throat and sucked Kaos’s erection past the halfway point. His cock was not thick, but it was long, and for the first time in a while, I imagined how a dick would feel deep in my ass.
Kaos let out a loud moan and tapped the washing machine with his open palms. “I’m gonna—”
I released his cock, letting it bounce. “Nope.” I folded him up farther, licking along his taint to his hole, exploring every crease of his pucker.
He whimpered. “That’s not helping.”
“Hold on. I believe you can, my sweet kitten. I’ll make it worth it.
” Kissing the heart tattooed on his ass cheek, I lingered there.
I knew the story behind it, but my brain filled me with the idea of someone getting a tattoo like that for me.
Right now, no one else existed in my world but Kaos, and my head was going off the rails.
He wiggled his socked toes and gave me a look of sheer determination.
His smooth hole parted under my tongue, and I licked into it as I sucked onto his thighs with my tentacles, hard enough to leave love marks. His tail went from wagging to rapid, chaotic movements. I caught it in my hand and held it still.
Kaos gasped, then released a long moan.
The kitten liked having his tail played with. Marvelling at the softness, I stroked the fur from the root to the tip while eating his ass with abandon.
Soft, submissive kitty had become a boneless ball of pleasure in my arms. As much as I would love to lick Kaos for hours, he was ready, and I couldn’t wait any longer to see him shatter from his climax. Retreating, I kissed his hole, knowing I’d be back soon.
In my excitement, I’d been holding onto Kaos’s thighs with my suckers, so I pulled them up with a series of popping noises.
Kaos fluttered his lashes and arched. “Please do that again.”
“I want to suck kisses into your skin like this, but that would leave marks.”
He whimpered. “Do it. Please. I’ve been a good kitten for you.”
“You have.” So fucking perfect. He had so much power over me at that moment, I’d do anything he asked. Which meant I shouldn’t. To protect my own sanity. “But we’re not done.” With a grip on his slim waist, I set him on his feet on the wooden floor. “Stand up straight.”
He did, but his legs wobbled.
Holding him steady, I pulled him close to me with his back against my chest, and he fit flush against my body like he belonged there. Because at that moment, he did.
I turned us to face the full-size mirror propped against the wall.
“Look how gorgeous you are.” Taking his ankles in my tentacles, I parted his legs shoulder-width apart and held them there. Then I wrapped my wiggly limbs around his throat and chest, keeping him in place.
His beautifully hard cock was dripping pre-cum, the glistening drops falling to the wooden floor. Kaos reached for it, but I snatched his hands away and kept them above his head with one tentacle.
“You get to watch as I play with my kitten.” He was so much smaller than me, his head barely reaching my shoulder, that my naked body was framing him from behind.
“Yes, Chef.” His obedient answer matched the way he gave himself to me so willingly.
I kissed his neck and nuzzled the delicate, furry shell of his ear, taking my time as my lower right tentacle was producing lubricant. I directed the tip of it at Kaos’s hole and gently slipped in.
Kaos released a tiny whimper and closed his eyes.
I flicked his nipple, snapping him to attention once more. “Look at yourself.”
“Ah! I will.”
I slithered farther, carefully feeling around his insides so as not to push too quickly or too far, coating him with my lubricant at every stage.
Kaos’s cheeks flushed pink as he parted his lush lips, releasing a shuddered breath.
He’d taken my tentacle like he’d been practicing, relaxing his muscles and letting me in. Did he bring a dildo with him? Would he let me watch him play with it? I refused to think about his other partners at that moment.
I watched his beautiful, lightly toned body sway as if he were dancing to erotic music. He must have known what he was doing to me when he met my gaze and dug his sharp nails into the tentacle holding his hands.
“More.” The single word he mouthed soundlessly broke me.
Gently, I gave what he’d asked for. His abdomen bulged, and I caressed my hand over his belly where my tentacle was moving visibly.
“You’re so beautiful, my Kitten, taking me so well.”
He whimpered. “Spiro, fuck… I’m gonna come.”
“No, you’re not. You’re a good kitten, remember?” I squeezed the base of his cock. “Breathe.”
He gulped in air then released it, sucking in his stomach in the process and showing off the stark outline of my tentacle inside.
“I can’t.” He mewled.
“One more minute. Count silently.” His tiny, broken sounds were music to my ears.
If I didn’t set out to bring him peak pleasure quickly, I would keep him on edge and not let him come for hours to see him cry and beg for release.
With the tip of my lower tentacle, I traced his slit, which parted to ooze pre-cum in impressive amounts. Would he let me in this hole too?
“Sixty! Spiro! It’s been a mi—”
I cut him off by wrapping a tentacle around his cock and sending a pulsing wave through it. “Come for me, Kitten.”
Kaos released a series of mewls as his peak reached him and he sent ribbons of cum flying upwards, travelling in huge arcs all the way to splash on the mirror.
His body shuddered, and his legs buckled completely, so I held him up under his arms, whispering into his ear.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re wrecked like this. That’s my kitten. Give me some more.”
He dug his nails into my arms and closed his eyes. On another whimper, he shot one more load, this time smaller, into the air.
I retreated from his body completely, wishing that next time, when he was stretched like now, I’d be able to lick into his parted hole. “What color are you, Kitten?”
“Green. Thank you.” His muscles relaxed in my hold, and I lowered myself to the ground with him, placing him on my lap. “Can I suck your cock?”
I kissed his sweaty forehead. “You’re tired, and you should rest.”
His lip trembled. “But I was so good. I did everything. I deserve your cock now.”
Dear God of the Seven Seas, help me. “Are you up for it?”
He nodded enthusiastically, his teary gaze magically gone. “Yes, Chef!”
I grabbed a towel from a pile nearby and folded it on the floor. “Kneel here.”
“Thank you.”
I could laugh at the situation. The most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on was thanking me because I allowed him to suck my dick. I didn’t deserve him. I honestly did not.
Kaos dutifully did as I’d told him and opened his mouth.
“You can touch me, if you want.” I’m yours.
He nuzzled my upper thigh and up to my groin, then licked along my lower cock. I could see his pert, abused ass in the reflection and wished he could watch himself in that debauched state, yet still asking for more.
“I’ll move you so you can see yourself in the mirror.” I picked him up and repositioned us both.
As an idea came to my mind, I focused on my dicks. I didn’t change their length or shape as often as my tentacles since they remained hidden during the day, but using them more with Kaos would be a treat.
“But I won’t be able to—oh…” He bit his lip as his eyes lit up like it was time to open gifts on Christmas.
I stood at an angle so he could see the mirror, but now my cocks were long enough for him to suck in that position.
He wrapped his hand over the upper one while sucking the bottom one into his mouth.
The groan that tore out of me was animalistic, and it took all of my self-control not to grip Kaos by the ears and fuck his throat. He’d like that. But I hated the idea of bruising him.
At first, he was bobbing rhythmically on my dick, then he took it deeper until the head of it hit the back of his throat. He paused only a moment, then continued.
“No, Kitten, don’t try to deep thr—holy fuck, Kaos!” I flailed my tentacles, sending the wheeled clothes rail behind me flying as I attempted to grasp onto something.
Kaos kept swallowing my cock like a magician with a sword. He looked up at me with teary eyes filled with triumph.
My upper dick rested on his forehead, twitching as if it were jealous, but Kaos resumed his gentle strokes of it. His grip was strong when he wanted it to be, but he knew how to handle a cock and when to go slower.