Chapter Thirty #2
He slipped his tongue past my lips and claimed my mouth with possessive strokes. Apparently, it didn’t bother him that he’d just filled it with his cum.
“I love how fucking filthy you are,” I mumbled.
He laughed as I pulled away. “There are worse things than tasting my own cum.”
I shuffled over to the tub, starting the tap while Reece undressed. Since he’d be joining me, I didn’t add my usual salt crystals, opting for a lightly scented bubble bath instead.
As I was bent over the tub, using my tentacles to agitate the water, I felt the warmth of Reece’s nude body press up against me. Strong hands wrapped around my chest, and he nestled his face against my fins.
“I just can’t get enough of you,” he whispered. “You look so handsome. So focused. I had to touch you.”
Months ago, Reece would have shied away from touching me; now he actively sought me out.
A wide smile spread over my face, and I ran the backside of my hand along his beard, right where the stubble ended and the smooth column of his neck began.
How was it that someone ripped from the pages of Men’s Health magazine found me attractive?
It had to be because of the mate bond. That was the only explanation. There was no way I could pull a guy like Reece otherwise.
“Everything okay?” he asked when I didn’t respond to his compliment.
“Everything’s fine. Better than fine, actually.” I looked down at the bubbling waterline of the tub. “We can get in now if you’d like. It can fill up the rest of the way with us in there.”
He nodded, releasing me so that I could slide over the side and into the bath.
I hummed as the warm water blanketed my body, and I held my hand out to help Reece. He stepped in and settled himself next to me in our bubble fortress.
“This is really nice,” he said, collecting a mound of bubbles in his hand, then blowing them into the tub.
While I called it a soaking tub, it was more like a Jacuzzi or hot tub, with ample room for two grown men to lie comfortably.
“Come here.” I braced myself against the side of the tub and used my tentacles to pull Reece against me. “It’s like our cowboy photo shoot but reversed.”
“This is even better,” he mumbled, snuggling closer and pressing his ear to my chest.
We sat like that for a few moments, enjoying the closeness of each other as the tub filled.
“Cy,” Reece said the moment I shut off the tap.
“Yes, darling?”
“Your heartbeat. It’s sort of weird.” He rubbed his hand over my chest, feeling my thumping hearts underneath.
“That’s because I have three hearts.”
And they all beat for you.
He stared up at me, a light coating of bubbles stuck to his beard. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Wild.”
Reece wiggled against me, and I could feel his hardening cock poking my tentacles.
“Already?” I asked with a laugh.
The needy thing had just gotten off.
“I can’t help it.” He rubbed his hands over my chest, continuing upward until his fingertips trailed over my fins. “You turn me on. And you did promise me you’d fuck me in this bathtub.”
“Well, I can’t break a promise. Sit up for me.”
Reece sat sideways in my lap, his back braced against the tub wall and his feet propped against the opposite ledge. He sat just high enough that the head of his cock jutted out from the water’s surface, giving me the perfect view.
“You’re going to stay still for me.” I coiled my tentacles around Reece’s arms and pinned them behind his back.
“Fuck,” he murmured as I curled one of my tentacles around the base of his cock.
“Spread your legs,” I instructed, my voice flat.
He complied but didn’t move his legs nearly as far apart as I wanted them.
With one hand, I gripped his thigh and forced his legs wider, sending water sloshing over the edge of the tub.
“Shit, Cy,” he panted.
Apparently, Reece liked it rough.
My mating tentacles uncoiled from my arms, the tips already coated in a light sheen of lubricant.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded.
If he wanted breath play, I’d give it to him—and get myself off at the same time.
Reece parted his full lips and I slid a mating tentacle into his mouth. With quick thrusts, I worked the slick tendril into the back of his throat as he gagged around it.
“Take it, my needy boy. I’m going to fill all of your holes. Leave you dripping with my cum like the little cum slut you are.”
Degradation wasn’t normally my thing, but if Reece was into it, I was willing to do a bit of role-playing.
Beneath the water, I slid my other mating tentacle over his ass and circled his entrance, coating the area with lube. This was one of the perks of being a kraken, I was designed for sex in the water.
“Are you ready, darling? Ready to be stuffed with my tentacles?” I asked.
He let out a muffled groan as I slowly pushed the tip inside, giving his body time to adjust to the stretch.
I stared at him and smirked, reveling in the fact that I could reduce this hypermasculine man into a desperate whimpering mess.
He was so damn pretty like this.
Saliva dripped down his chin, his eyes watering as I continued fucking his mouth. My tentacle stroked his cock, gripping and twisting his shaft, distracting him as the tentacle in his ass burrowed deeper.
It wasn’t enough, though.
I knew my mate.
He needed more.
Another one of my tentacles slid out of the water, over his stomach, and up his chest, coming to a stop at one of his nipples.
“These sexy pecs,” I growled.
The tip of my tentacle curled around his nipple, giving it a sharp pinch.
“Fuh,” Reece mumbled against my tentacle, his body jolting against the restraints.
“Do you want to come?” I asked.
He gave me a slow nod.
I forced the mating tentacle in his ass deeper, pushing the rows of suckers past the tight ring of muscle.
“Gods, Reece,” I groaned, enjoying the sensation just as much as he did.
With both of my mating tentacles being stimulated, I was close to coming myself.
The suckers coating the underside of my tentacle found his prostate, massaging the gland with rapid passes before attaching.
“Cy,” he moaned around my tentacle, his body quivering as he came.
“Yes, yes,” I rasped, my gaze focused on his cock as thick spurts of cum coated his chest.
Warmth spread along my mating tentacles as I found my own release, flooding Reece’s mouth and tight channel with my cum. His Adam’s apple bobbed with each of his desperate swallows, and a small stream of my cum trickled out of the corner of his mouth.
Slowly, I pulled out of him, savoring his contented expression as I wiped the cum off his face.
“You did so well, taking all of my cum like that,” I praised.
Reece groaned and threw his head back. “You fucking wrecked me, Cy.”
I laughed and used my tentacle to pull the stopper, draining the bath. “You said you wanted me to fuck you in the tub. I wanted the first time to be memorable.”
“Oh, it’s fucking memorable all right. I’m gonna be walking funny tomorrow.”
“Shut up,” I said, pulling him closer and pressing my lips to his.
“Maybe not, but my nipple is going to be sore for sure.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to kiss it better, then, won’t I?” I smirked before rising up on my tentacles. “Come on, let’s rinse off in the shower and get to bed.”