Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Rowen
Cam being my first kiss felt right. And I did consider it my first kiss, because the girl who drunkenly slobbered on me at a house party without asking didn’t count. That experience left me thinking that kissing was unpleasant. I didn’t get the appeal of swapping spit and sucking face.
Cam was turning all of my expectations on their head. There was very little spit, and Cam only did a little sucking…but I liked it all. I wanted everything.
The same sweet and salty caramel essence I found being near Cam burst through me at the taste of our kiss, and I wanted more.
There was only one problem.
I found myself turned on, and I’d always had trouble restraining my shift when I got horny. Thankfully, besides a couple awkward teen years when I got a boner at a stiff breeze, I had never been the type to get turned on in front of others.
Being around Cam, hearing them talk about feeding their fish, my brain decided to conjure up the image of Cam feeding me their cock. I had to get out of there before I started sprouting tentacles.
Then the kiss was something else. I felt a closeness to Cam I’d never felt with anyone else. I wanted to meld with their body, to be inside of them or them in me. I had to stop before I revealed my true nature.
When I was horny, I didn’t usually have the desire to do anything about it. The idea of sex didn’t bother me, and I liked to feel sexual pleasure, but when my shift came over me, my orgasm wasn’t the same as most men.
Could Cam accept all of me?
As far as I knew, Cam had no understanding of the supernatural world.
There was no scent of shifter blood, no evidence of heightened abilities.
We didn’t tell outsiders about us often.
Only a handful of people in Blue Lake, who weren’t directly related to a shifter, had any knowledge of our existence.
If I wanted to go further, try anything with Cam, I would have to reveal my other side.
I didn’t know if they were ready for the information.
Plus, it wasn’t only me. Knowing my secret meant learning about my dad, too.
And once someone knew my dad was a wolf shifter, it wouldn’t take long for them to figure out the motorcycle club was a shifter pack.
The idea of Cam finding out and getting scared tempered my heated body to be able to tell Cam goodnight and pick up my pizza box from where I’d dropped it on the dock without realizing.
Waiting until Cam rounded the bend past my shop, I went inside and put the pizza in my fridge.
My place was bigger than theirs, maybe double in length with an upper deck.
I’d bought it with extensive work needed, but I knew I could fix the engine and I’d learned a lot about boat construction as well.
Where there used to be two small bathrooms, I made one big room so I could fit a bathtub. The second bedroom was my office, though I did most of my work in the shop, because I found papers and electronics got destroyed at a shop that was so exposed to the elements every day.
No longer a party boat to sleep six people, I had the whole thing to myself. My upper deck had a tanning area where I’d fixed up the hottub, and it was one of my favorite spots to relax and look at the stars.
After tossing and turning for hours, thinking about everything from Cam’s kiss to coming out as a shifter and being rejected, I gave up. Maybe I should have taken a soak, whether upstairs in the hot tub or downstairs in the bath, because I struggled to sleep. Instead, I went for a swim in the lake.
Chasing fish around tired me out enough to pass out after a quick rinse off in the shower. Sometimes, I needed to shift in cold water to clear my head.
A deep sleep settled over me at some point, morphing into a warm feeling of comfort.
Then, I felt the ghost of fingers trailing up my tentacles, so I shifted at some point in my sleep.
My upper body and head were still human, like they always were unless I was fully submerged, and I heard a moan slip out of my mouth.
On some level, I was conscious enough to know I was dreaming. I’d never had anyone’s fingers on my tentacles, besides my dad when I was first learning to control my shift and he had to move me. But that had been over a decade.
In my dream, I knew it was Cam in bed with me, even though I had only the vague image of writhing sheets. Twisting my tentacles around dream-Cam, I imagined my suckers touching and tasting his skin.
With my tentacles, I could process so many more things at once, but my imagination only went so far.
The memory of Cam sucking my lip into their mouth morphed into them sucking the tip of one tentacle into their mouth.
I moaned again, using my unshifted human arms to take my mating tentacle in hand.
Six tentacles were out, but one was more sensitive than the others, the farthest one under my right arm, with no suckers at the tip.
Instead, I had pockets of sperm I ejaculated, similar to a human dick.
I’d never tried putting it in anything, but it felt good to stroke the tip with my hands or another tentacle.
The idea of inserting my breeding tentacle into Cam. Their mouth would be hot and wet, possibly creating a tight suction as I pulsed deep into their throat.
“Fuck, Cam,” I groaned and squeezed myself tighter.
With one of my other arms, I felt my way up to my nipple, playing with the suction cup to tease the bud into a peak. I did the same with another arm to my other nipple as I thought of another way to use my tentacles.
Cam might like the same treatment to their nipples, but that left so many arms free.
Would they like it if I wrapped one tentacle around their dick?
Hell, they may not have a dick, I’d never asked…
and I didn’t actually care. I had felt the rigid hardness growing against my thigh when we’d kissed, so I went with the image.
I could tease both nipples, coil a tentacle around their cock, stuff one down Cam’s throat, push my breeding arm into their hole, and still have two human arms and one tentacle free to hold them open and prone for me. The mental image was so real.
“You want that?” I grunted to Cam in my dream. Cam couldn’t reply, let alone read my mind, but I could almost see them nodding as their eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
My sex dreams had never involved someone else, and I felt like this was an oversight. Eight arms weren’t unwieldy, they were extra tools to bring my partner pleasure.
The idea of making Cam come using my tentacles pushed me over the edge, and I felt my tentacles pulse and shake in pleasure as I cried out. “Cam!”
The far-off dream voice of Cam called out to me in return, “Rowen?” and I replied in a low growl, “Cum for me.”
The spermatophores pulsed out of my slit, coating my hand in the thick, wet fluid. I moaned again as I used the cum to stoke myself. A chilly breeze washed over my exposed body from the open window, and I knew I was mostly awake.
Damn, an orgasm to a hot fantasy of my cute barista was a lovely way to start the day.
And then I heard the gasp.