Chapter 17
Chapter seventeen
Cam
Showering with Rowen was an experience. One I wanted to repeat often. Rowen’s human body was sexy as hell, all hard muscles, soft belly, and red hair on pale skin. Then the tentacles came out.
Rowen used four tentacles to wash me thoroughly, while keeping their legs and arms human. When I wasn’t busy moaning at how good they felt, I was staring in awe at what a miracle he was.
In movies, shifters didn’t seem to have partial shifts they could control. Rowen felt like he was fully in charge of them, though he admitted getting turned on would lead to shifting his dick away.
Dropping to my knees in the surprisingly spacious shower stall, I took Rowen’s hard cock in hand. “What will happen if I suck you off?”
“From experience,” Rowen started and gasped when I gave him a stroke. Using two tentacles on my shoulders to steady himself, he used two more to brace himself on the wall. “My tentacles will all come out. But keep going and we’ll find out.”
The subtle dominance of Rowen’s request had me whimpering as I licked his tip. I wasn’t sure which outcome I wanted, as both sounded hot. Would he be so turned on that his control slipped? Or would I get to be the first person to make him come like this?
Sucking him into my mouth, I lathed around his uncut head. Rowen shook and moaned, the sound loud in his tiled bathroom. The shower stall alone was the size of my whole bathroom, and I wanted to try out the tub as well.
The man was an octopus shifter, I shouldn’t be surprised he had a thing for water.
Speaking of water, I looked up through my lashes to find Rowen’s body shielding me from the blast of the shower. The man thought of everything, and I wanted him to stop thinking.
Taking him deeper, he hit the back of my throat. I fought my gag reflex and felt my throat constrict around Rowen’s cock.
“Fuck,” he roared, and his cock pulsed in my mouth with his sudden orgasm. Pulling back, his release hit my tongue, a similar taste to the come from his tentacle the night before.
Licking and sucking down every drop, I shuttled my hand over my cock before Rowen’s dick slipped from my mouth.
His legs and arms disappeared, all eight tentacles coming out to play.
I didn’t have time to react before I was being lifted and pinned to the shower wall.
Rowen’s tentacle wrapped around the base of my dick and he took me into his still-human mouth.
Crying out in pleasure at the combination of being manhandled and the suction of his hot, wet tongue, I came suddenly. Shaking in his hold, Rowen’s tentacles held me aloft, with only my toes touching the shower floor. He sucked me dry before lowering me to rest in the cradle of his arms.
“Guess I can make you come before you shift,” I pointed out, still catching my breath.
Rowen chuckled into my hair. “Guess you can.”
Sitting at the small banquette table in Rowen’s living room slash kitchen, I took in the upgrades he’d made. He had a full-size oven and stovetop along with a deep farmhouse sink. Rowen had clearly built the place to be a long-term home.
“I like what you’ve done with the place. I assume it didn’t come like this?”
Rowen paused where he was plating eggs and bacon, the red creeping up his neck. “Uh, no. It-was-Pinterest,” he rushed through the last part.
“Did you say you got ideas from Pinterest?” I asked, trying to keep the smirk off my face. Rowen was adorable, and if he thought liking to decorate would send me running, maybe he’d been hanging out with too many bikers. “I used to love that site.”
“Oh.” Rowen’s shoulders relaxed and he turned to set the plates on the table and take the seat opposite me. It was the only chair in the room that wasn’t attached to the floor. “Well, it helped with colors to make it look bigger and ways to retrofit the houseboat for usability.”
“Well, you did an excellent job. Maybe you can send me a few pins?” Seeing him get progressively redder at my compliments was cute. Deciding to change the subject, I threw him a lifeline. “So, are you going to do the charity ride?”
“Every year,” Rowen nodded, then gestured to my plate with his fork. “You should eat before it gets cold.”
Digging in, I shovel fluffy, cheesy eggs into my mouth and moan over the flavor. “You can cook too? Damn, marry me already!”
Not realizing what I said until it was out of my mouth, I looked up to find Rowen frozen with his mouth open, eggs hovering in the air.
“I didn’t mean that literally–” I started, but Rowen surprised both of us.
“Come on the ride with me?”
“Oh,” I echoed his response from earlier, trying to process his words. “But I don't have a bike. Or a motorcycle license.”
“You can ride with me,” Rowen insisted, reaching out a hand to hold mine.
“Are you sure?” I ask, assuming it would be a big deal for the notoriously shy man to show up with me on the back of his bike. “Because I plan to go to the tree lighting either way.”
“I’d be honored to have you behind me,” Rowen told me earnestly. His eyes slowly widened as he realized the innuendo of the words. “Sitting behind me. I mean on my bike. To ride me. Ride with me! Fuck I should stop.”
“No, I think you should keep going,” I teased. Standing from my seat, I moved around to straddle Rowen’s lap. His face was flaming with embarrassment and I kissed both cheeks before leaning back. “Just name the time and place, Red. I’ll get behind you in whatever way you’ll let me.”
Rowen looked up at me, licking his lips. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” I assured him. Pressing the lightest whisper on his lips, Rowen tried to chase my mouth for more, gripping my ass to keep me from leaving his lap. “Do I need to do anything?”
“Well, you should dress warmly. We usually wear Christmas sweaters under our leather jackets. Do you have a leather jacket?”
“Nope.” Shaking my head with a grin, I ground down on his thickening erection. “You’ll have to keep me on the bike.”
“I’ll keep you safe.” Rowen narrowed his eyes in a way that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. He wanted to protect me, and I was here for the possessiveness I was reading in his gaze.
Now that I knew what he was, I saw how his pupils changed from round to rectangular, and the brown flashed gold. I hadn’t imagined it. The eyes were a sign of Rowen’s shift benign close to the surface.
While I enjoyed Rowen’s control, the less restrained side of him was hot as well. I wanted to do whatever he asked of me. “Anything else I need to know?”
“Yes,” Rowen leaned in to whisper against my lips. “We’ll be handing out candy and presents to the children, but you’re the only sweet thing I plan to eat after the tree-lighting.”
“Well, then.” Fanning myself dramatically at his undeniably hot line, I ran one hand up to rub one finger over his lower lip. Rowen nipped at the pad and made my laugh. “Know that I’ll be indulging in you as well.”
Rowen grinned and I fell for him a little more. “I’m good with that plan.”