Chapter Thirty-Four
Thirty-Four
Cyrus
“How are you feeling about tomorrow?” I asked Reece over the phone.
The triathlon was the following morning, and we’d decided it was best if Reece slept in his own bed and kept to his usual routine. I had this annoying habit of distracting him with sex.
“Eh, I’m a little nervous.” It was late in the evening, and I could hear him rustling around on his bed, getting comfortable. “But, uh, I’m looking at the race differently now.”
“Differently how?”
“I think I’ve been going about this the wrong way.
This is my first triathlon. I’m competing against people who have done this before.
Realistically, I’m not going to be the best. But I can be my best. I’d like to finish in under ninety minutes.
With my training times, it’s definitely possible, as long as my transitions don’t slow me down. ”
This was it.
It wasn’t just the swim time Reece had been working on improving but also his mindset.
“I am so proud of you. It’s nice to see you letting go of that ‘if you’re not first, you’re last’ mentality.”
“I’m trying.” His blankets rustled around again. “I’m feeling antsy. I wish you were here…so we could do the thing.”
“The thing?” I asked, knowing full well what he meant but wanting him to say it.
“Cock warming,” he mumbled under his breath, like he was embarrassed someone would hear him.
It was his latest obsession, and I loved the comfort I was able to provide him by doing it.
“Well, I’m not there right now, but I know something else you can do to work out that stress. You could use your tentacle friend.”
I’d ordered Reece that tentacle dildo ages ago, and he’d yet to keep good on his end of the bargain.
“Do you think it’s a good idea the night before a race?” He sounded both intrigued and hesitant.
“It isn’t any bigger than my tentacles. And I believe it was Pliny the Elder who said, ‘Athletes when sluggish are revitalized by lovemaking.’ ”
I heard Reece moving around his room. “Well, if Pine Tree says it.”
“Pliny, not Pine Tree!” I laughed. “He was a Roman scholar. Why don’t you get yourself set up and video-call me back?”
“All right. Did you, uh, have any special requests?”
My good boy was always so eager to please.
“You know what I like. Talk to you soon.”
“Bye.”
The moment the call disconnected, I grabbed my laptop, set it up on the nightstand, and tilted it toward the headboard so Reece would be able to see me. I wasn’t going to have him fuck himself with his dildo without offering anything in return.
I pulled my stroker out of the nightstand, and after about ten minutes, Reece initiated the video chat.
“Can you see me okay?” he asked. His face was so close to the camera that it filled the entire screen.
“Yes, I can see you.” I laughed and leaned against my headboard. “You can move back a bit now.”
Reece dug his teeth into his lip before stepping away from the screen.
He was dressed in nothing but a navy blue athletic thong, the tight globes of his ass devouring the thin piece of material with each of his steps.
“Shit,” I huffed.
My mate was breathtaking.
From what I could tell, he was in his bathroom with the blue-green tentacle dildo suctioned to the tile floor.
“Do you like it?” He did a few poses, flexing his muscles.
“I fucking love it.” My mating tentacles were already tingling, begging to play. “Get your lube and warm yourself up a bit first. Show me how you play with yourself when I’m not there.”
Reece started to slip the thong down his waist.
“No, no. Leave it on. Just push it out of the way,” I instructed, my eyes focused on the strain of his thick cock against the fabric.
He snatched the lube from the counter next to him and lowered down in front of the camera. With a snap, he popped open the cap and squeezed a generous amount into his hand.
His eyes were shut, his lips parted with tiny groans as he palmed his cock using his unlubed hand.
“That’s right. Pull it out for me, let me see you.”
Reece shifted the material to the side, letting his dick and his balls slip loose from the confines of the thong. He spread the lube up and down his shaft with rough strokes, the wide vein on the underside bulging with each pass.
My mating tentacles throbbed with need as I recalled how he felt inside my mouth, how it felt being inside him.
“Yes,” I groaned.
My eyes remained glued to the screen, taking in the beauty of my mate as my tentacle circled the entrance of my stroker.
“More?” Reece asked, his voice husky.
“Mm-hmm.” I nodded aggressively. “More.”
Again, the cap of the lube snapped and Reece applied it to his fingers. He adjusted his position and pulled the thong to the side to give me a better look at his entrance. With two fingers, he circled his hole, coating it with lube before easing his fingertips inside.
“Fuck.” He threw his head back with a moan, then watched me with hooded eyes.
My mate liked watching me as much as I enjoyed watching him.
I pulsed in and out of my stroker. My tentacle writhing and twisting, wishing I was fucking Reece, wishing I was there to bring him the pleasure that only I could.
“Good boy. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Get ready for your toy,” I said, praising him.
Reece scissored his fingers, stretching and prepping before adding a third.
“Stroke your cock with your free hand,” I commanded, my voice stern.
“Dammit, Cy,” he whined. “I’m going to come before I get on the dildo.”
“Shh, you’ll be all right. Nice and slow. Stroke that pretty cock for me, darling.”
His free hand gripped his cock, jerking it with lazy strokes while he finger-fucked his ass.
“Good boy. You’re so obedient. Are you ready to use your toy?”
I was getting close myself, and I knew it wouldn’t take Reece long to come once he got on top of the dildo.
“Yes, gods yes.” He slowly pulled out his fingers and positioned himself over the tip of the tentacle dildo.
While the color resembled mine, that was about where the similarities ended. For this, though, it would do.
“Ready?” Reece asked, those green eyes staring at me through the webcam.
“Yes, nice and easy.”
Slowly, Reece began to lower himself onto the tapered tip of the tentacle, his thighs spread wide so I had a clear view as it disappeared inside him.
“Shit,” he hissed, rocking slightly and taking the dildo deeper.
“How does it feel?”
“So good,” he panted.
“Do you want to come?” I already knew the answer.
“Please.”
I loved it when he begged.
“Bounce for me and jerk off.” My eyes were glued to the screen, watching Reece’s every move while my tentacle bored into the stroker.
“Cyrus,” he groaned. He stroked his cock, his body pulsing on the dildo. “Gonna come.”
“Come for me, darling. Give me your cum.”
Reece grunted and tightly gripped his cock, his body jolting as thick streams of cum shot out onto his hand.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I moaned, my tentacle flooding the silicone channel with cum.
“Gods damn.” Reece grabbed a towel and used it to wipe his hands before rising off the dildo on stiff legs. “It’s all right but not nearly as good as the real thing.”
He tucked his cock back into the thong and stretched out on the floor in front of his laptop.
“Oh, thank gods. I was worried it was going to replace me.”
“Nothing could ever replace you.”
His heavy eyelids. The dreamy tone of his voice.
I hoped my mate actually felt that way and this wasn’t just postorgasm bliss talking.
As much as I was dreading it, I’d have to tell him soon. Regardless of the possibility of rejection, he deserved to know the truth.
It would have to wait, though. With the triathlon tomorrow, he didn’t need any additional stress.
“Feeling better?” I asked as I slid my tentacle out of the stroker and wriggled it against a towel.
“Much better. I still wish you were here, though.” He let out a long yawn.
“I wish I was, too. But I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow. You should take a shower and get some rest, darling. Three a.m. will be here before you know it.”
“Thank you for helping me relax, Cy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Reece.”
“Good night.” He gave me a sleepy smile and then closed his laptop, ending the chat.
I stared at the black screen, and a rush of feelings overwhelmed me.
It was a confusing mixture of giddiness, anxiety, and adoration.
Reece Rollins wasn’t just my mate.
He was the love of my life.