Chapter Thirty
Thirty
Cyrus
My tentacles shuffled over the carpet, propelling me down the hallway and back again.
Why was I so nervous?
It wasn’t like this was the first time Reece had been over to my place. It was just the first time the two of us would be here alone, in my apartment.
We were free to do as we pleased, wherever we pleased.
A gentle knock echoed down the hall, and I did my best not to bolt toward the door. Well, I couldn’t exactly bolt, so I did my best not to rush to the door, which would indicate I’d been impatiently waiting in the hallway for Reece to arrive.
“Hi,” Reece said.
“Hi.”
We stood there for a second just staring at each other when I grabbed him with my tentacles and pulled him inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I pinned him against the wall. “I have been dying to touch you all night.”
I laughed and slid my lips over his neck while I rolled my hips against his. “It was torture. And when you sat down next to me, what was that about?”
“You’re not the only one who’s a tease.”
His breath hitched as one of my mating tentacles unraveled and massaged his cock. “Mmm, my sexy little tease. Already so hard for me. What do you want to do first? If you’re hungry, we can—”
“Cyrus, I swear if you don’t get inside me soon, I’m going to come in my pants. Tonight was nonstop edging.”
I gave him a quick kiss and pulled away. “All right. Hold your horses. I’ll get you off. Do you want to take a bath together first?”
Ever since I’d sent Reece a series of photos of me taking a bath, he’d been obsessed with the idea of us fucking in my soaking tub.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he blurted and immediately started kicking off his shoes.
“Control yourself, darling. We have all night. Grab your shoes and undress in my room. I don’t want your clothes all over the place when Fallon comes home. And where did you park your car?”
I was hopeful that Fallon would spend the night with one of his conquests or end up passed out at Javier’s house, but on the off chance he did come home, I wanted it to appear like I was alone. Reece could quietly slip out in the morning and all would be well in the world.
“Don’t worry, I hid it around the block. And it’s Fallon we’re talking about—do you really think he’d notice my car in the parking lot?”
I shrugged and started down the hallway, with Reece following behind me. “You never know. I’m just trying to keep this as quiet for you as I can.”
We walked into the bathroom and Reece was silent as I grabbed fresh towels, no longer showing the enthusiasm he’d had out in the hall.
“Is something wrong?” I asked and scuttled toward him, my tentacles popping along the tile as I went.
His face flamed red and he rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. “At the party. Atlas, um, he stopped me outside. He knows about us. He saw us together down at the lake.”
Reece leaned against the vanity and I stood beside him. I reached over and took his hand while my tentacle wrapped around his arm.
“Did he tell anyone?” I asked, keeping my voice calm and quiet.
Reece shook his head.
“How do you feel about that? I know you wanted to tell everyone on your own terms and I respect that.”
He scrubbed his free hand over the wiry red strands of his beard. “I mean, I guess out of all the people to find out, Atlas is the best one. Better him than Fallon. But I thought for sure we were being careful. I’m going to tell Tegan after the triathlon, but I just—”
“Hey.” I stepped in front of him. “It’s okay to be upset about this.
You’re allowed to feel that way.” I grabbed his other hand and pressed my forehead against his.
“And I know you’d never keep us a secret forever, but you’re allowed to take as long as you need to process things.
Atlas is as loyal and trustworthy as they come.
When you’re ready, he’ll be there to support us.
He won’t say a single thing to Tegan before then. ”
Reece tightened his grip on my hands. “You’re right. I’m so happy, but I’m afraid of ruining it.”
Knowing my mate was happy had me practically bursting with pride. “Reece, nothing could ever ruin this.”
There was a small part of me that had my doubts, though. I had this lingering fear that as soon as we went public with our relationship or as soon as I told Reece about the mate bond, he’d backslide and regret everything between us.
I’d be crushed.
That was a worry for another day, though.
Tonight, I wanted to enjoy him, to enjoy us.
I dipped my head, pressed my lips to his, and with a low groan, I slid the soft pads of my tongues into his mouth, swirling and teasing until Reece lightly bucked his hips into mine, searching for friction.
I released his hands and pulled away, slipping down his body until the bulge in his pants was level with my mouth.
“How many times do you think I can make you come tonight?” I asked, tilting my head back to stare into his eyes as I slowly undid his belt.
“Over and over, until I pass out, preferably.” He reached for his waistband, but I caught his hands with my tentacles and restrained them behind his back.
“Someone’s impatient,” I said with a smirk. “You stay put, darling. I’ll give you what you need.”
With steady hands, I started to pull his shorts down.
“What. Is. This?” I gasped at the sight of the thin black lace that strained against the impressive length of Reece’s cock. Skinny straps on the sides dug into his hips just slightly before disappearing between the cheeks of his ass.
I knew full well what it was, but I wanted my mate to say it.
His cheeks flushed beet red. “It—it’s a thong. This was part of a dream I had. A dream about you,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Mmm,” I purred and nuzzled my face against the material. Against Reece’s cock. “If this is part of the dream, you’ll have to fill me in on the rest of it.”
It turned out my straitlaced mate was kinkier than I’d thought. I wanted to please him, to live out every fantasy his deliciously dirty mind could come up with.
“In fact,” I said as I pulled the thong to the side, allowing Reece’s cock to drop free. “Why don’t you tell me the details of this dream while I suck you off? Hmm?”
I placed a delicate kiss on the tip of his head, smearing the bead of precum that had collected there over my lips. My tongues darted out to lick my mouth, and I hummed with satisfaction at the flavor.
Reece swallowed hard, his breath coming out as harsh pants while he stared down at me.
I was a hair’s breadth away from his cock. It would take nothing to open my mouth and slip him inside, but I wanted him to answer me first.
I wanted him to tell me about the dream.
Just when I started to pull back, Reece spoke. “You were degrading me. You were asking me how much I liked it. You said it was the tentacles. That it’s always the tentacles…”
I parted my lips and slid the smooth head of Reece’s cock into my mouth.
“Shit,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his hips thrusting slightly and his arms straining against my tentacles. Reece was strong, but my mate was no match for the restraints.
Go on, I told him using my telepathic abilities while I held his cock still in my mouth, refusing to take him deeper until he told me more of the dream.
“One of your tentacles slid around my throat and choked me. Not too hard, just a little bit. Just enough to make breathing tough.”
Oh? Do you like that sort of thing?
My eyes were fixed on Reece’s fevered expression as I bobbed my head, using my tongues to caress the wide vein running along the underside of his cock.
“Y-yes. I think so.” He groaned through parted lips and threw his head back. “I—I’ve never done it before.”
Would you like to try it?
Consent was key, and I never wanted to do anything to Reece that made him feel uncomfortable. Especially something like breath play. You had to have trust.
I moved my head faster, taking the tip of his cock into the back of my throat while my tongues coiled around the shaft.
“Fuck. Yes. Please,” he said through gritted teeth.
My tentacle traced up his body before wrapping around his neck, slowly increasing the pressure along the sides of his throat.
How’s that?
“Amazing,” he rasped against the soft squeeze.
Good.
He gasped as I plunged the full length of his cock into my mouth.
Unlike humans, I didn’t have a gag reflex. I could take his cock into my throat as far as it would go.
And I did.
Over and over again.
“Holy shit, Cyrus,” Reece huffed, thrusting his hips to meet my mouth.
What else happened in the dream?
“I—I begged you to fuck me. You gave me your suckers. You played with my prostate. We both came hard. And you told me how well I did.” He was trying to focus but his words came out in a rushed string.
It appeared that my mate—the musclehead parks worker triathlete—was into lace thongs, praise, and degradation.
How did I get so lucky?
“Cyrus,” he panted. “Gonna come.”
Give it to me, darling. Come in the back of my throat. Let me taste you.
I forced him deeper, his hips slamming against my face as he filled my mouth with his cum. The salty flavor was exquisite, and I used my tongues to work every last drop out of his cock.
“Motherfucker,” he groaned as his body convulsed against the restraints.
I pulled away just slightly, allowing my tongues to swirl over his shaft several times before I popped off his cock.
“Was it good?” I asked, staring up at him expectantly.
I knew the answer was yes, but again, I needed my mate to say it. I needed verbal confirmation that my dual-tongued blow jobs were the most superior in all the land.
His eyes were hooded and his chest heaved as he looked down at me. “You are the king of blow jobs, Cy.”
“Damn right, I am.”
My tentacles released him, and I rose to a standing position.
“How about that bath now, hmm?” I asked, skating my hands under his shirt, along his cut six-pack.
“Please.” Reece circled his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.