Chapter 15 Cam
Chapter fifteen
Cam
Whatever Rowen revealed to me, I was apparently down for it.
Somehow, my hot, brooding crush went from never-been-kissed to holy-shit-sex-god in the span of two days.
I wasn't complaining, but it certainly came as a surprise. There was something to be said for building up to getting together for so long. A slow burn right into explosive chemistry like I’d never felt before.
After months of pining over the man, of asking him out only to be staring at the dust in his wake as he ran away, I was getting to know the real Rowen Finley. He was shy and quiet with strangers, but not afraid of sharing his truths and being vulnerable.
Rowen could tell me he killed his parents as a child, and that’s why he was orphaned, and I’d probably console him. Something about Rowen had me falling headfirst without a parachute. I knew he’d catch me.
Octopus shifter? Sure, why not. Was it unusual? Ab-so-fucking-lutely. It was also hot as all get-out.
“Are you okay? Cold?” Rowen asked, shifting to see my face.
My wet suit was barely covering my ass, but my head and legs were still insulated. Rowen’s tentacles wrapped around my arms and upper body, protecting them from the harsh wind coming off the cold lake water.
“I’m good,” I assured him. Still, I was half-naked and wet on a rock. At night. In December. As my orgasm drifted away, the chill seeped back in. “I could use a fireplace and a bearskin rug, if you’ve got them?”
Rowen chuckled, “Not on my houseboat, I’m afraid, but I have something better. Or maybe just as good. Almost as good? Depending on your opinion.”
“Really selling it,” I teased. “Help me zip up?”
“Of course.” Rowen rushed to help. I stared at his red tentacles with their white suckers that got bigger the higher up his arms. I’d almost forgotten how unusual they were, though the one he used on my dick had been smooth at the tip.
Sitting up, Rowen’s many appendages made fast work of getting me suited up and I found my glove behind me. “You’ll have to show me this rock sometime in the daylight.”
“Why? Did you drop something? I can see fine in the dark and underwater, if you want me to look for it?”
Patting his upper arm—shoulder? —I couldn’t help thinking this octopus had big golden retriever energy. “No, nothing is missing. But it might be nice to remember where this night happened.”
Rowen regarded me and licked his lower lip. He had a look of surprise and reverence, and I could get used to him looking at me like that. As if I’d hung the moon for him.
“Sure. I can take you out on my boat sometime.”
“I’d like that. Now take me to this magical warm place.”
Slipping into the water with more grace than I would have expected for so many arms, I followed. Rowen didn’t shift his upper arms, but turned to look at me as I followed. “If you wrap your arms around my neck I can get us there faster. Not as fast as underwater, but still…”
Intrigued, I swam closer and did as he’d asked, except Rowen wrapped one tentacle around my wrists as a barrier for his neck and also to keep me from letting go. After I said I was good, and promised to keep my legs straight, Rowen zipped off.
His tentacles moved under me, though I could feel the movement of water more than Rowen’s body as we shot forward in bursts. I was wondering if he would let me wear goggles to see him underwater when the light from his houseboat came into view.
Helping me up on the dock, I got to watch Rowen shift back to having only two arms and two legs, with an uncut human cock swinging half-hard between his legs.
Damn, he was hot in all his forms. I wanted to ask if he’d had his own orgasm on the rock when I started shivering.
Rowen grabbed my bag and stepped onto his boat.
Dripping at his door, I paused. “Should I take this off? I don’t want to get your place soaking wet.”
Rowen barked out a laugh and gestured to himself. He had a smattering of red hair and freckles all over, but he was also a little wet. “I am a sea-creature a few hours a day. I made sure this place could get soaked and still run. But I wouldn’t protest you getting naked.”
“Fair,” I nodded and grinned back. Rowen may not have been intimate with anyone else before, but he made sure I knew he wanted me.
Following him past a couch where he dropped my bag, a galley kitchen that looked like it had a full oven, doors I assumed were a bathroom and a bedroom, and out to the back deck, he led me up a spiral staircase. My place didn’t have a rooftop deck, but his houseboat was bigger than mine.
Rowen flipped a couple switches, and the lights shining on the pier switched off.
There was a moment of darkness before a string of decorative lights lit up the upper deck.
At the center, there was a square shape emitting steam.
It took my brain a second to process that he had a hot tub on his roof.
“Wow, this might be better than a bearskin rug.”
“Yeah?” Rowen rubbed at his beard and I could see he was nervous.
Stepping up to where Rowen was pulling the cover back, I pulled off one glove and placed it on his bare chest. “Well, get me naked and warm me up first, but you’re on the right path.”
Rowen let two tentacles loose, or partially shifted, and made quick work of my wetsuit. I got my second glove and cap off. Before I could think of what to ask for, Rowen was lifting me and stepping into the hot water. The temperature change had me gasping and clinging to his shoulders.
He settled me on a bench before moving away to press a couple buttons on a panel. The string of lights turned off as an internal light came on under the water that had started to bubble as the jets came to life. The blue glue faded into green, then yellow, revealing a subtle rainbow.
When I looked up to find Rowen staring at the sky, I followed his gaze.
My breath stuck in my throat again as I took in the sky.
The full moon had risen, but it was the stars that caught my attention.
My houseboat was surrounded by others that had lights on all the time, plus the security lights on the marina piers.
I hadn’t seen so many stars since I’d camped in Yosemite.
“Better than a fireplace?” Rowen asked and I looked back at him. He was giving me a respectable distance, sitting on the opposite side of the four-person hot tub, and that was too far.
“Almost.” Floating across the bubbling water, I settled with my knees on either side of his hips. Except they’d shifted back to tentacles under the water so that only his upper body looked human. “Now it is.”
Rowen stared into my eyes for a beat, his breathing rapid under my hands where they rested on his chest. He ran one tentacle up my spine while a couple cupped my ass and I shivered. “I was essential to push the experience over the top?”
Nodding, I leaned in to nuzzle under his thick beard. I licked along the column of his neck and Rowen leaned back. “You’re a main component of my pleasure at the moment,” I whispered, nudging his body with my hardening cock.
“What do you need?” Rowen asked.
“You. Inside of me. If you’re up for it?”
“I can do that.” Rowen leaned back to see me. “Where?”
Reaching a hand below the surface, I gripped hold of one tentacle. It was the smooth one he’d used around my cock. I lifted it slowly to my mouth, pausing. Rowen got what I wanted to slithered the tip into my mouth.
“This is my breeding tentacle.” My eyes widened but he didn’t remove the appendage. “It can come like a cock. Do you want me to come in your mouth, Cam?”
“Mmph,” I nodded enthusiastically and sucked the tip. The idea of it being like Rowen’s cock had me salivating, desperate to taste him like he had me on the rock.
“That feels so good. So hot to watch.” Rowen groaned as he pushed deeper, making me gag. Instead of letting him stop, I used one hand to keep him in my mouth. “Fuck.”
Using my other hand, I guided another tentacle to my ass. I didn’t know if we might need lube, but the arms felt slippery, so I wanted to try. I’d showered and played with my ass before coming over for our swim, so I knew I was prepped enough.
When his tip was at my hole, I bobbed my head in assent. Rowen pressed in, and I barely felt it. Sucking harder, I pressed back to take more, and the tentacle got thicker, suckers rubbing my opening as they popped in.
Moaning around him, Rowen gasped, pushing in on both ends at once. I wondered how much he could feel with his arms, and decided to ask him another time. Settling his human hands on my hips and using tentacles under my ass cheeks, Rowen started bouncing me up and down. The friction was delicious.
Not being able to warn him how close I was heightened the pleasure, and when his tentacle suckers rubbed over my prostate I was a goner. My ass clamped down on him and I stilled. Rowen’s body tensed as he curled around me from all sides.
Roaring out in pleasure, Rowen’s tentacle pulsed in my mouth, releasing a salty fluid on my tongue. I swallowed hard, gulping it down as best I could while my own orgasm ripped through me.
Some of his release dribbled out and Rowen pulled out of my mouth. “I can’t. Too good,” he panted, breathing hard and fast.
“‘S’not good. Epic.”
Grinning at a job well down, I collapsed on Rowen’s chest and hoped he didn’t let me drown as I drifted to sleep in all eight of his arms.