Chapter Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Seven
Reece
“That looks like the recipe for diabetes,” Cyrus said, eyeing my funnel cake and large lemonade.
“You should have gotten something,” I said before taking a sip of my lemonade. It was perfect. Tangy, sweet, and totally worth the ten dollars Cyrus had paid for it.
“I’m still full from dinner, thanks.”
“Let me know if you change your mind. I’m happy to share.”
“Do you want to sit so you can eat that?” Cyrus asked, tipping his head toward my funnel cake.
“Sure.”
All the benches near us were occupied, so we sat on the concrete retaining wall that separated the boardwalk from the beach. A cool breeze blew off the water and ruffled my hair.
“This is really lovely,” Cyrus said, staring at the photo of us while I tore into my funnel cake.
“It is. I’m glad we got those photos taken”
“Me, too.” He looked up from the photo, busting into laughter when he stared at me.
“What?” I asked.
“You look like you’ve been on a coke binge.”
I glanced down and noticed the powdered sugar sprinkled all over the front of my black T-shirt.
“Oops,” I said, swiping it off.
“No,” Cyrus laughed. “It’s all over your mustache.” He cupped my face, and slid his gaze down to my lips before gently swiping his thumbs over my mustache. “There,” he said, sounding almost breathless.
Before he could let me go, I was bringing my face to his, pressing our lips together, making out with him on the boardwalk like we were teenagers closing out the end of our first date.
In a way, I guess that’s what this was: our first date out in the world, where we could be seen and heard and proud, and as happy as I was, I honestly felt so fucked because we were going to have to go back home tomorrow and slip into our “normal.” Back to our life of secrecy and lies.
And fuck, it sucked.
In this moment things were so real, so tangible. I never wanted this kiss to end.
Until a giant boom sounded in the distance.
My eyes snapped open, noticing Cyrus bathed in colorful light.
Fireworks.
There were fireworks. I wasn’t sure if this was a weekly occurrence during the summer or if this was some end-of-the season celebration, but I wanted to think that it was special. That the fireworks were just for us.
We pulled away, both grinning.
“I’m going to be honest, that scared the daylights out of me,” Cyrus said.
The joy on his face, his laughter, it made me feel like fireworks were exploding in my chest.
“It scared me, too. Come here,” I said, reaching to wrap my arm around his shoulders.
He snuggled closer and rested his head on me while we watched fireworks dance in the sky.
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After we got back from the boardwalk, I took a shower to clean myself up. Last night I’d fallen asleep, so we didn’t get a chance to have sex, but there was a sort of unspoken agreement between Cyrus and me that it was happening tonight.
The very thought of him filling me up with his tentacles made my cock throb.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, covering my now semi-hard cock, before I stepped out of the bathroom.
Cyrus lay in bed on top of the covers, scrolling on his phone under the warm glow of his bedside lamp. He glanced up at me, his gaze raking down my wet body appreciatively. When his eyes focused on the swell of my cock under my towel, I let it drop to the floor.
“Fuck,” he breathed, scrambling to set his phone on the nightstand.
Before he could make his way over to me, I was climbing up the bed toward him.
He bunched his tentacles together, giving me room to straddle his lap.
“How did I get so lucky?” he asked. He ran his palms along my thighs, the soft touch making me shudder.
“I’m the lucky one.” It was strange because I meant it. He’d changed something in me, awakened feelings I didn’t know someone like me was capable of. Even if things between us got off to a bad start, we were here now.
Together.
I grabbed his hands, pinning them over his head while I leaned over him. His breath hitched, his body tensing underneath me.
I cupped his face, pressing my nose against his and staring into his wide blue eyes. They were as deep as the ocean, as mesmerizing as a swirling sea. When we first met, I didn’t appreciate them, but now they were one of my favorite features of his.
Cyrus swallowed hard and tried to turn away, but I held his face in place.
“Hey,” I whispered. “Look at me.”
He shook his head. “I can’t. You’re too handsome. You’re—”
“Shh,” I said with my mouth hovering right above his. I could feel his heavy breaths tickling my lips. “You’re handsome, too. You deserve this.” I dropped my voice even lower. “It’s our last day. I want to savor it.”
“Reece.” My name came out strangled. Needy.
I leaned forward to kiss him and pressed my cock against his abdomen, lightly thrusting my hips to the slow, sensual rhythm of our tongues.
One of his tentacles snaked between us, making me groan against his lips when it roughly stroked my cock.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I said. Each word was punctuated by my gasps and kisses and tiny nibbles on his thin lips.
Cyrus slid his hands down my sides, past my hips to cup my ass. He tightened his grip, burying his fingers in my cheeks and taking control of my thrusts, really grinding me against him while his tentacle stroked me. It felt amazing. Almost too amazing.
“I need you inside me,” I panted.
He chuckled and gave me a little swat on the ass before he moved his hands and his tentacle away.
I climbed off him and started to get into position with my ass in the air.
“Reece.” He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I was hoping we could do something different.” He bit his lip, lowering his voice to a sexy, raspy whisper when he said, “I want to see that handsome face of yours while I fuck you.”
“Oh.” It was my turn to swallow hard. “Okay.”
I lay on my back, letting my legs fall open so Cyrus could settle between them. His tentacles wrapped around my legs. One on each thigh and one on each ankle. Spreading me open for him, showing him everything while I looked down at him. Made eye contact with him.
I wasn’t used to this position. It made me feel vulnerable. Exposed.
My expression must have given me away.
“Is it okay?” One of his mating tentacles trailed over my inner thigh, then wrapped around my cock, making me gasp. “Like this?”
I nodded.
“Words, Reece.”
“Yeah,” I gritted out, thrusting my hips, fucking his tentacle.
Our sex was usually feral—but this? This was passionate. It was slow and intentional with sustained eye contact.
Even when I felt shy or embarrassed by the sounds I was making, I kept my eyes on Cyrus, taking pleasure in the fact that he was taking pleasure in me. I’d never been with someone so attentive. So determined to get me off.
This felt even more intentional.
He spread me wider, staring down at my hole as his other mating tentacle swirled against the entrance. I sucked in a tight breath and the tentacles holding my legs gripped me tighter, the gentle pressure drawing me out of my head.
How was it that Cyrus always knew what I needed? That in this moment of feeling so utterly exposed, I needed a comforting touch, his reassuring presence?
I’d always considered myself the dominant one, but with Cyrus, I could let that slip away, feeling totally at ease when he took the lead.
His eyes darted up to look at my face. “You okay?” he asked.
“More than okay.” I was ready.
He gave me a soft smile, a gentle nod, before he turned his attention back to my ass.
The tip of his tentacle slowly pushed inside, stretching me, then worked its way out, giving me time to acclimate to the sensation. When the full thickness of his tentacle breached me, those suckers popping in one after another, Cyrus and I both groaned.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he rasped, rubbing his lips along my calf.
“So do you.”
His tentacle slid in and out, slow and shallow at first, then deeper as I relaxed.
My legs fell open, my eyes fluttering closed as I leaned into the pleasant sensation.
“Reece,” Cyrus purred. “Look at me.”
“I’m trying,” I whined, forcing my eyes open. “It’s hard.”
With his tentacles still holding my legs, Cyrus leaned over me and placed his hands on either side of my head, staring down at me as his tentacle fucked my ass. I felt every movement of his tentacles, the soft glide inside me, the push and pull as he stroked my cock.
“That’s it,” he said, “let me see those pretty eyes widen as I fuck your ass.”
I reached for him and slid my hands up his chest, over the delicate fins lining his neck, up to the angular planes of his face to smooth my thumbs across his cheeks.
I forced myself to keep my eyes on him, watching his lips part with each heavy breath, pleasure making his features tense, then relax. We were so connected in this moment, baring our souls to each other because we felt safe enough to do so.
My breathing ramped up and my balls tightened. Desperate moans worked their way out of my throat, and I bore down, forcing him even deeper. It was good. So fucking good. Just like it was every time with Cyrus.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, Reece. Come for me.” His tone was almost desperate, like he was as close as I was. Like he needed this as badly as I did.
The thrusts of the tentacle inside me grew more frantic, those suckers popping in and out and sending little sparks of pleasure across my skin.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” I cried out as the tension building inside me snapped, sending warmth spreading down my spine, making me come with a loud groan.
The area between us was hot and slick, my cum covering Cyrus and me while he stroked me through my orgasm.
His breathing picked up and so did the speed of his tentacles.
A few more deep surges and Cyrus was coming, too, filling my ass as his body jolted.
His other mating tentacle was still wrapped around my shaft, and it spasmed, mixing his cum with mine between us.
“Reece,” he grunted in my ear.
I clung to him desperately, bearing down, keeping him inside me, not wanting to lose this connection. Not wanting this—whatever it was between us—to ever end.
He moved to get off me, but I tightened my grip.
“No,” I whispered. “Stay like this.” I quickly tacked on “Please.”
Cyrus stared down at me and gave me a soft kiss to murmur against my lips. “Okay.”
He let his body fall against mine and buried his face in the crook of my neck, keeping his tentacle buried inside me.
I wrapped my arm around him and traced my fingers up and down his spine.
I was so at ease, so calm and comfortable, and whatever this fluttering feeling was in my chest, it wasn’t because of sex. It was something deeper. Something I needed to acknowledge at one point or another.
“Cyrus, I…” I couldn’t find the words, but I didn’t need to.
He grabbed my hand and brought my knuckles to his lips. “I know.”
Emotion crashed into me like a tidal wave, making tears well up in my eyes.
We’d just had sex, but why did I feel like this was more? That we’d made love?
As much as admitting that scared me, this felt right. Cyrus was right for me.
I wasn’t a crier. My dad had killed that part of me a long time ago, but Cyrus always brought out that sensitive, damaged part of me. The broken bits and pieces I’d kept hidden for so long. The floodgates opened, the overwhelming emotion flowing out of me in the form of fat tears.
“It’s okay,” Cyrus said, rubbing comforting circles over my chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t want to go home,” I admitted.
“I don’t, either, but this is all temporary, darling. After the triathlon, we can take things wherever you want them to go.”
I gripped him tighter, feeling his soft skin underneath my fingertips and each of his heavy breaths, savoring these fleeting moments of normalcy, and hoping like hell I’d never have to let him go.