Chapter Thirty-Three
Thirty-Three
Reece
Cyrus looked so damn handsome tonight. The firelight flickered, lighting up the defined angles of his face and making the translucent fins along his neck shimmer in the darkness.
His mating tentacles were wrapped around his arms, contracting and releasing like they were antsy.
Like there were other things on his mind besides sitting next to the campfire.
He caught me staring, his lips tipping up in a subdued smile. Soon, his voice echoed in my head, soft and seductive.
I swallowed hard and shifted in my chair, painfully aware of how slowly time was ticking by. It was only ten, but things had been winding down for a while now.
Atlas’s gaze snapped up from the fire, his golden eyes darting between me and Cyrus.
“I, uh, I think we should call it quits for tonight, baby,” he said, squeezing my sister’s thigh.
Did Cyrus say something to him telepathically or was he reading the room?
“Yeah.” Tegan sighed. “I’m pretty tired.”
“Okay,” I said plainly. I couldn’t even bring myself to press them about staying up longer. I wanted my alone time with Cyrus.
“Are you good with the fire and everything, Reece?” Atlas asked.
I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could, Cyrus said, “Yep. We’ll take care of it.”
Tegan grabbed Atlas’s arm. “Perfect. Good night,” she said, and started dragging him toward the tent.
“Good night,” Atlas called out over his shoulder as Tegan ushered him inside.
“Night,” Cyrus and I said behind them, barely getting the word out before the zipper whirred shut.
Because they were far enough away from the fire, we could hear their muffled voices but couldn’t make out a single word they were saying. That meant that our tent, on the opposite side of the campsite, would give us some privacy.
Perfect.
Cyrus and I sat there staring at each other like we weren’t sure how to act now that we were alone.
“Um, will the cooler be okay here?” he asked.
“Yeah, there haven’t been any bear sightings in years. Not that we’d have to worry with Atlas with us.”
“Yeah.” He laughed awkwardly before his voice chimed in my head: We are so bad at this.
I nodded my agreement.
“I think I’m going to head to bed, too,” Cyrus said, rising from his chair. “Do you need a hand with the fire?”
“Nope. I’ve got it.”
“Cool. Good night.” He winked. I’ll be waiting for you.
“Night.”
Cyrus shuffled off toward the tent and I took care of the fire, dousing it with water from the jug. I grabbed my lantern off the table and made my way to the tent. Excitement prickled my skin as I unzipped the door and crouched inside.
The lantern lit up the small space, revealing Cyrus lying there on top of the sleeping bags waiting for me.
He grinned before bringing one webbed finger up to his lips, urging me to stay quiet. Lie down.
I swallowed hard and joined him on the blankets. Sexual tension simmered between us, the anticipation so hot and heavy that I was sweating through my flannel.
You were gone for a while earlier. Did you…?
I nodded aggressively so he could see me.
Oh, thank fuck, he said, climbing over the blankets and on top of me.
His tentacles reached out, gripped my wrists, and pinned them over my head. For a few beats he stared down at me, watching my chest heave, obviously aware of the stiff length of my cock pressing into the soft space under his parachute.
He rocked his hips, rubbing himself on my cock, and I had to bite my lip, holding in the moan that threatened to slip out.
In the soft glow of the lantern, I could make out the utter look of enjoyment on his face. He was teasing me, painfully so, and enjoying every second of it.
Is this what you thought about all night, my little slut? You were sitting across from your sister and your future brother-in-law thinking of all the things you wanted me to do to you?
I bit down harder and pursed my lips, because fuck, that’s exactly what I’d thought about. I’d never wanted someone so badly. It was a craving, an overwhelming need to see him and touch him, taste him, and be fucked by him.
I widened my eyes and stared up at him pleadingly, hoping I could persuade him to give me what I wanted.
You look pathetic, using those doe eyes to get me to fuck you.
One of his tentacles snaked between us, squeezing my cock through the rough material of my jeans.
It pulled a strangled sound out of me, and one of his tentacles quickly slapped against my lips, silencing me.
You have got to be quiet. You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you? What will they think if they hear the slutty noises you make when I’m eating your ass.
Eating. My. Ass.
Cyrus’s dark chuckle swirled around the base of my skull, making my body break out in goose bumps.
You like the sound of that, don’t you? I needed you nice and clean, ready to be tongue fucked.
Tell me, Reece. The tentacle rubbing my cock pressed harder, making me thrust my hips into Cyrus. How long are you going to last?
At this rate, not long at all.
I loved this dominant, feral side of him. He was the only person I’d felt close enough with to engage in this sort of play.
I’m going to release you, and you’re going to strip for me.
Strip for him. With the—
With the lantern on, he added, like he was reading my mind.
What was wrong with him? What if Atlas and Tegan saw us from their tent?
He slithered off me and leaned back on his palms to watch me.
I sucked in a few deep breaths, willing myself to calm down. The only thing I could hear was the rapid pulsing of my heart.
I’m waiting, he said, his voice an impatient snap.
I stood up, and with shaking hands I unbuttoned my flannel and slipped it off my shoulders, then tugged my T-shirt over my head.
Cyrus’s eyes roamed down my body, and I followed his gaze, taking in the way the glow of the lantern highlighted every defined line of my abs and the V of my hips.
Before I could even reach for my belt, Cyrus was crawling over to me, his slick body gliding over the soft swishy material of the sleeping bags with ease.
Allow me, he said, staring up at me with an insatiable hunger in his eyes.
He slowly unbuckled my belt, carefully unbuttoned my jeans, then slid them down my thighs. Anticipating that I’d be sharing the tent with guys other than Cyrus, I hadn’t planned any sexy underwear. Just my normal boxer briefs.
And fuck, knowing how much it drove Cyrus wild when I wore a little something, I wished I would have.
My underwear was the next thing to go, letting my cock slap against my abdomen.
Cyrus grinned, obviously amused. It never gets old, he said. Such a perfect fucking cock.
He stuck his tongues out and leaned in, licking my cock from base to tip. When he reached the head, I tried to thrust into his mouth, but he drew back.
Hands behind your head, he instructed.
Fuck.
I did as he asked, holding the back of my head while my cock hovered right in front of his lips.
He grinned, obviously pleased with my compliance. Good boy.
His lips parted and he took me in his mouth, those tongues swirling around my head and then down the length of my shaft as he took my cock into the back of his throat. I pursed my lips together, fighting to keep quiet.
Quiet, Cyrus said, staring up at me. The moment you make a noise, this is over. Then you’ll have to spend the rest of the night thinking about what you could have had.
He picked up the pace, bobbing up and down on my cock, taking me so deep that his lips touched my pelvis and his spit dripped down onto my balls.
I could feel my body tensing, aching for release. Cyrus could feel it, too.
But before I could get off, he popped my cock out of his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Lie down.
I cupped my cock, holding it against me while I changed positions so no one passing by could see the outline of my erection jutting out from my body.
Cyrus crept between my legs and wrapped his tentacles around the backs of my thighs, spreading me wide for him.
He leaned in and hummed low, low enough that only I could hear it, and pressed a soft kiss to my hole that made me suck in a tight breath.
It’s okay, he cooed, kissing my inner thighs. I promise I’ll take good care of you. You’re safe with me. It’s going to feel so good.
I took a deep breath, pushed my nerves down, and let my legs drift apart.
That’s a good boy, he said, praising me. His tongues made contact with my skin, swiping over the tight ring of muscle one time, then another, making me stifle a groan. A very good boy.
My cock was so hard, it hurt. I needed him to touch me. Jerk it or suck it or something.
Impatiently, I reached for it, but before I could grab my shaft, Cyrus’s tentacles were on me, pinning my arms down at my sides.
Ah, ah, ah.
His tongues pushed against my hole slightly, the gentle pressure replaced by the sensation of them stretching me as they worked their way inside.
“Fuck,” I whispered as quietly as I could.
The soft waves of pressure changed to scorching heat as his tongues slid in and out, scissoring and stretching, working my ass until I was bearing down, forcing them deeper, burying Cyrus’s face between my cheeks.
Cyrus let out a pleased hum, one I could feel in my balls.
I was already so close, and he hadn’t even touched my cock yet.
Do you need more? he asked.
I nodded.
Beg.
“P-please,” I stammered, my voice so tight, it almost hurt to grate out.
Two of his tentacles slithered up my thighs. One wrapped around my cock, and the other gripped my balls. His entire body worked in unison, his tongues and tentacles stroking and teasing and tasting until I was a squirming, panting mess shamelessly bucking my ass in his face.
He buried his tongues deep, sucking my hole and humming, pushing me over the edge.
I came hard, shooting my cum onto my abs while I grunted, grinding my ass against Cyrus’s face, those delicious tongues pulsing in and out until the last waves of my orgasm slipped away.
I lay there, my chest heaving, as Cyrus slowly rose between my legs. He stared at me, smirking and satisfied with the work he’d done.
Before I knew what was happening, he leaned over, maintaining eye contact with me as he lapped my cum off my abs, tracing every line that had been highlighted by the lantern light earlier, cleaning up every last drop of cum.
When he was finished, he collapsed next to me.
Good? he asked.
I fumbled around for my phone and typed out a message, then held the screen out for him to see. After the noises I was sure we were making, I didn’t dare utter a single word.
How the fuck do you think it was?
He vibrated with laughter.
I set down my phone, this time reaching for his hand. I twined our fingers together as best I could with his webbing, gently yanking on his arm to pull him next to me.
This was never going to get old. Feeling his skin against mine, the slow beating of his hearts against my ear.
It was another one of those times when I wanted to say everything. I wanted to tell him that he made me feel like I could dive into the depths of the sea and swim across every ocean if it meant that he would be there waiting for me with open arms.
But I didn’t have to tell him.
The way he stared into my eyes and ran his thumb along my cheek, I could tell he already knew.