12. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Aliko
I hate how certain words stick out in conversations, bleeding together and making a different meaning than what is intended.
I think about Leif’s words, about keeping this thing between us a secret and it having nothing to do with his attraction to me.
But the words I focus on are embarrassment.
Easier. Quiet. Those words together, to me, have a much different meaning.
And though I know he doesn’t mean it that way, I can’t help but wonder what if.
If easier is what he needs, then doing this with me isn’t smart. It won’t be easy. Keeping it quiet is easy now, but what about tomorrow? The day after? A few weeks from now?
What about when the tour is over? What then?
It’s possible this won’t turn into anything more than what it is, but I don’t like the thought of that.
I can’t imagine what a forever would look like with someone because I can hardly imagine a future with just me, but I do know that I don’t like the idea of this ending.
I haven’t even liked the idea of him hanging out with Cody.
Should I ask him about that? I won’t know what’s going on unless we talk about it.
Are they sleeping together too? Is this just what Leif does?
Is this what all the crew does? Leif has never felt like the groupies we get or the overly enthusiastic people at the meet and greets, but could that be part of his plan?
“Stop it, Aliko,” I mutter to myself in the elevator. Why am I thinking such mean things about him? Leif is a good guy. He isn’t trying to hurt me.
It’s just hard to trust people when I’ve never been able to do that before.
People as in other beings and not just humans.
I don’t trust my family. Maybe in certain aspects, but not where it matters…
at least, not what matters to me. I guess I trust the guys in the band.
They’ve never given me a reason not to, but we also haven’t been in situations where I need to trust them.
No more than performing on stage, but I know they’ll do that right.
The elevator stops and the doors open. The hallway is empty and quiet when I step into it.
Kael and Lucien are out, but what did Dorain do?
If I know him, which I think I do, I bet he’s in his room.
And thankfully our rooms aren’t connected, being at opposite ends of the hall, so I don’t have to worry about him hearing anything through the walls.
Not that he’d know it was Leif in there with me, but you never know…
I’m antsy when I get into my room, kicking my shoes off to the side to get comfortable. I’m nervous. I don’t know why, because last time went so well, but maybe it’s excitement more than anything else? Though, being in this form is new.
I don’t think Leif is lying when he said he’s attracted to me in this form, and I feel silly for thinking that in the first place when he never showed signs of that before we slept together. Maybe the nerves are coming from not knowing how that all works in this form.
I know how kraken breed. I know how humans breed.
But this form I’m in, this half-monster visage, it’s not a real thing. It’s not something I can look up and learn how to do. I’m going in blind.
But so is he. I’m one of a kind like this, and no one has ever done something like this to my knowledge.
That thought settles me slightly and when there is a soft, quick knock on the door, I smile as I go to it and pull it open.
Leif looks up at me with a smirk, and I step aside to let him in, my heart skipping a beat.
“Wow, this one might be better than the last,” he says, walking deeper into the room.
“I liked the loft bed—is that what it was called?”
“Yes, it’s a loft. That was nice, but the decor here is better. Darker. The view is better too.” He turns to face me. “But I guess the only thing that matters is the bedroom.”
“The bed is bigger,” I comment.
“Oh yeah?” I nod. He licks his lips. “Show me where it is.”
I walk past him, my dick getting hard as I lead him to the bedroom that’s to the right, past the kitchen and bathroom.
It’s grand. High ceilings. Bed bigger than I’ve ever seen before. Usually, we get a king size. This is bigger than that. I can only assume the other guys’ rooms look just like this.
“I like the loft better too,” he comments, gesturing to the corner of the room. “But that is worth it.”
I glance at the hot tub, nodding in agreement.
“I love the water,” I say.
“Of course you do.”
“I should say I love the hot water.”
He hums a sound of interest. “You don’t have that at home.”
It isn’t a question, just an observation.
“No, I do not.”
“Do you still consider that your home?” He sneaks a glance at me.
I shrug. “If I had to choose a place, I guess it would be. I don’t have a home here.”
“The tour bus,” he says. “Some people live in something similar.”
“They do?”
“Yes. A lot of people live in campers or RVs. Some travel while others stay stationed.”
“It doesn’t feel like home,” I say. “Maybe if it was just me.”
“Dorian isn’t a good roommate?” he asks with a smile.
“He’s fine but there isn’t much space.” I lift my arms and drop them. “I’m a pretty big guy.”
“Oh, I know,” he says with a knowing grin, his gaze dipping down to the outline of my cock.
Leif slowly makes his way toward me, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my pants. I suck in a breath, my skin tingling at the contact. He was doing this before, and it was driving me crazy. Did he know that? He must, because he does it often.
“I’d love to get into the hot tub, but I think we can do that later. We have all night, right?”
I nod. “Yes, we do.”
Maybe I should be out exploring the city with Kael and Lucien, but that’s not what I want to do.
I don’t want to go out there and make a scene.
I love our fans, but not everyone who stares us down are fans.
I don’t like the dirty looks I get when I am just trying to exist and enjoy my life here.
And that’s what I want to do—exist and enjoy my life.
Right now, that means playing music and fucking Leif.
“So, I’ll ask you the same thing I did last time.” Leif’s eyes dart up to meet mine. “Are there any limits?”
“No limits,” I say quickly. “Touch me everywhere.”
He pops the button on my pants and slowly undoes the zipper.
I’m still not wearing a shirt, since I never do during shows, or afterwards for the meet and greets.
It felt silly to put one on just to head up to my room from the arena, considering it’s connected to the hotel.
Less clothing to take off, which I’m sure he is fine with.
My breaths come in harder, something I can’t control. My dick is rock hard, aching behind these tight pants.
“You say you have no limits for me touching you, but we haven’t discussed other things,” Leif comments as he, as slowly as possible, slides my pants down.
“Other things?” I ask breathlessly.
“I could make an assumption about you, but I’d rather ask. Do you prefer to top or bottom?”
“I… don’t know what that means,” I grit out.
The jeans move past my cock. It springs free, hard and dripping.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “That’s a lot of precum.”
“In this form, there is a lot more,” I manage to say.
He licks his lips as he gets to his knees to fully pull my pants down.
I lift my feet, one at a time, so he can get them off.
He stays on his knees before me, looking satisfied with himself, though I can’t tell why.
Were we talking about something? Did he ask me something, and I forgot? I can’t think clearly.
“To keep things simple—a top is typically the person who fucks the other, while the bottom is the one being fucked. Of course, there are versatile people who like both, and there are those who don’t like penetration at all.
I don’t really like the labels, if I’m being honest, but I guess it makes the conversation easier.
” He smirks. “And I do respect those who use labels and their labels, I just find it hard to define myself sometimes.”
I’ve thought of this before, but I didn’t know there were terms for them.
Every time I’ve thought of Leif, I thought of fucking him.
Of sinking deep into his hole and listening to him beg and whine for more.
I imagined myself doing everything he told me to, when he told me to.
Harder. Faster. Slower. Deeper. Whatever he wanted, I’d give it.
But I hadn’t considered him not wanting that. I wouldn’t mind him entering me. I’ve thought of that too, but it does not turn me on as much as thinking of my cock buried inside of him.
“What do you prefer?” I ask.
“Oh,” he starts with a smirk. “I love being filled.” He wraps his hand around my cock then, and a whimper escapes my lips. “And I would love nothing more than to have this fat cock inside me.”
“Fuck,” I groan, my hands balling into fists.
Leif strokes me slowly. “As long as that’s what you want.”
“Yes,” I rasp out.
“You’ll need to prep me first,” he explains.
“Prep how? What does that mean?”
I know what the word means but I don’t know what it means in this context.
“By using your fingers to stretch me. Or… something else.”
I meet his gaze, and I see the excitement in his eyes.
“I have plenty of things to stretch you open with.”
He grins. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Get on the bed,” I growl, something in me switching.
Leif gets to his feet, still smiling at me. “I do enjoy taking control and teaching you, but fuck, Aliko… when you get all growly? It’s hot as hell.”
I growl again, and I don’t know what comes over me, but I wrap my arms around his waist, lift him, and move to the bed to toss him onto it.
He bites his bottom lip, looking at me with heat in his eyes. The outline of his dick in his pants is thick, and I bet he’s leaking, too. In this moment, there is nothing that makes me think he doesn’t want me, but my head is full of lust, and I want him, too. Badly.
I crawl over him, covering his body with mine entirely. I should be more careful; I could crush him, but I can’t care about things like that right now.
“Fuck,” he says under his breath as his hands run up my side, brushing the undersides of my arms when he reaches them.
All of them encompass him, his entire upper body caged in by all eight of my arms, while the lower half is caged by my legs.
My suckers are growing more sensitive, aching to latch onto him.
“There’s nowhere for you to go,” I say, my voice low.
“That’s exactly how I want it,” he says, not an ounce of fear in his voice.
Not that I think he is scared of me, but I can see how I could be intimidating right now, like this. But maybe he likes that.
“What do you want me to use first?” I ask, reaching for his jeans and yanking the button open.
“Definitely not your fingers.”
I shift myself and use every limb I have to get his clothes off. When he’s lying on the bed completely naked, I take a moment to look him over.
The tattoos. The piercings. His leaking cock.
I dip down to drag my tongue over the head and savor the taste of him. He moans softly, his hips pushing up against me.
“It’s my turn to make you come until you can’t see straight,” I say. “Hope you’re prepared.”
I don’t know what’s come over me, or why I’m saying things like this, but the look on his face and the sounds he’s making tells me he likes it. So I don’t think anything of it and just keep going.
I’ve jerked off in both forms. I’ve done it enough to explore and use the limbs I have for the best possible pleasure. Which is how I know what I’m about to do is going to drive him crazy—the same way he does to me.
The suckers on my tentacles are slightly bigger than those on my arms, and it’s easier to control my grip with them. I wrap the end around his cock, making sure the sucker lines up with that sweet spot right below the head.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his hands digging into the mattress. “Oh my God, that feels so good. What the fuck—”
His head presses into the bed, his body arching off the mattress. His dick throbs against me, and I keep up the suckling motion to the head of his cock. He writhes against the mattress, his cheeks flushing the most beautiful shade of red.
I use one arm to brush along his balls, flicking gently at the ring there, and then another finds his hole which I gently prod.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” he grits out. “So good.”
I push into him a little more, feeling a slight resistance; but then he loosens up and I push in further. I’ve never been so grateful for self-producing lube.
“Do you like the way I make you feel, Leif?” I ask, pushing deeper inside him. He takes me in easily, even with my tentacle growing thicker.
“So much,” he pants. “I want more.”
I lean over him and bury my face against his neck, breathing in his scent before licking the column of his throat.
“I’ll give you everything.”