Chapter Fourteen #2
He broke our kiss and ran his webbed hand along my jaw. “Well, I didn’t anticipate having this conversation today, but I don’t really have any holes that are fuckable. So, if you want to top, you can fuck my mouth.”
Shit.
I bet those tongues would feel amazing milking every last drop of cum out of my cock, but that wasn’t what I wanted right now.
I wanted Cyrus to fuck my brains out.
“No,” I huffed, getting impatient. “I told you I wanted you to fuck me.” I rotated my hips against his. “Do you have a cock under there or…?”
Cyrus laughed again and unraveled the tentacles he kept wrapped around his arms. “I don’t have a cock, but I have these.” The tentacles wriggled in the air playfully. “My hectocotylus, my mating tentacles.”
Oh my gods! Those are his cocks!
“So, you’re fucking telling me the first time we met, you touched me with your cock.” Realization hit. “You fucking touch everything with your cock!” I shouted a little too loudly for two people who were about to fuck in a semipublic place.
Cyrus pressed his palm to my mouth. “Will you relax? It isn’t the same for my kind. Now, do you want me to fuck you or not?” He raised one of his bumpy eyebrows in question.
Yeah, it was weird—different—but even with that little detail about his tentacles, my cock was still throbbing. I still wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life.
I nodded and he slid his hand away. “Where do you want me?” I asked.
Cyrus smiled, pecking me on the lips one last time before his tentacles spun me around to face the shower wall.
The tile was cold on my cheek as I struggled to pull down my jammers. The wet material stuck to me like a second skin.
“Let me help you,” Cyrus purred in my ear. He slid his hands down my chest and over my stomach before slipping them beneath the band of my jammers.
“Motherfucker,” I groaned as he worked them off my waist.
My cock jutted forward, smearing precum on the shower wall as his tentacles pulled the swimsuit down over my muscular thighs.
Cyrus pressed against my back and gripped my cock, using the palm of his hand to spread my precum down my shaft before giving it a few slow pumps.
His soft palm gliding over my cock felt like heaven, and I rocked my hips, demanding more.
“Your cock is just as pretty as you are, Reece,” he said, his lips grazing my temple with every word. “I can’t wait to suck you off and watch that handsome face as you come undone. Would you like that?”
Fuck yes, I would.
I couldn’t bring myself to say it, though. My mouth was too preoccupied with the grunts and groans Cyrus seemed to effortlessly pull out of my body with his touch.
He pumped faster and a tentacle slid up my chest before settling on top of my nipple. The suckers coating the underside latched on and I let out a low moan, throwing my head against Cyrus’s shoulder and thrusting into his hand.
“You would like that. Look at you.” He laughed against my neck before dragging the pointed tips of his teeth over my skin.
“Cyrus, please,” I whimpered.
I’d dreamt about this. I’d beg and plead for it if I had to.
“All right, all right, Rollins. It’s coming.” The firm length of his mating tentacle slid down my crack, but my ass clenched tight, stopping it from reaching my hole.
“Relax for me,” he whispered, rubbing his free hand along my jaw. “It’s self-lubricating. It’ll go in nice and easy.”
Self-lubricating.
I took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of Cyrus’s hand on my cock and the warm flutter of his breath against my neck as the tip of his tentacle circled my hole, coating it in a layer of lube.
It pushed in slow and steady, making my breath hitch when it was finally inside.
Fuck.
It was so smooth. The familiar stretch was there, but there was none of the resistance that came with a human cock, at least not yet.
“Breathe, darling,” Cyrus instructed. “You’re doing so well.”
Darling.
I’d never been called something so sweet.
Cyrus nuzzled against my shoulder as the tentacle worked its way in deeper.
With him, there was no feral thrusting or the slapping of skin on skin that I was used to.
Cyrus’s body remained still as he calmly fucked my ass, sliding his tentacle in and out while I melted against the shower wall.
The only tell that he was enjoying this as much as I was were his ragged breaths against my back.
“You’re almost to the suckers,” he said, his voice tight. “Do you want them?”
My thoughts went straight to my dream and what those fleshy anal beads felt like slipping in and out of me again and again. It was enough to have my balls tightening up and a tingling sensation forming at the base of my spine.
“Please,” I whimpered through clenched teeth. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last, though.”
Living out this sexual fantasy was proving to be a lot for me.
“Shh,” Cyrus whispered, stroking my jaw again. “That doesn’t matter. I want you to enjoy this. I want it to be good for you.”
And it was. More than good, actually.
When was the last time I’d been with someone who actively wanted sex to be enjoyable for me? It was usually just random hookups where both parties selfishly chased their own release as fast as possible.
This was different, though, just like everything with Cyrus was.
He put my comfort and my pleasure before his own.
Cyrus pushed in farther, my tight entrance throbbing as the soft suckers ventured deeper.
“Cyrus,” I moaned, arching my back and thrusting my cock into his fist.
“That’s it, my needy boy. I’ll give you what you want.”
He continued stroking my cock with rough tugs, and the moment the tip of his mating tentacle pulsed over my prostate, I came with a loud groan. My thighs quaked and my hips jerked, coating his hand and the shower wall with streams of cum.
“There it is,” Cyrus said as he kissed along my neck, stroking me through my orgasm until I went limp against his chest.