Page 56 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
His mouth is just as talented as every other part of his body that I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying thus far. He licks and sucks with single-minded focus, paying attention to every whimper I make and doing more of what I like, playing my body like I’m a rare and precious violin and he’s a top-tier virtuoso.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, I’m coming in his mouth, and he swallows my release with a rumble of satisfaction.
“Where the hell have you been all my life?”
That makes him chuckle as he gets to his feet again.
“Give me a sec to catch my breath,” I say, leaning against the shower wall and panting, “and I’ll happily return the favor.”
The sultry grin he directs at me sends shivers through me and has my cock valiantly trying to rise to the occasion for a second time but with no success.
“Turn around and place your hands against the wall,” he purrs. “I want to get myself off while fucking your ass crack.”
Holy shit. Najar could probably give Lord Vardox a run for his money if he wanted.
I try not to swoon and immediately position myself the way he asked.
A wet sound has me craning my neck to glance over my shoulder in time to witness Najar stroking his cock while using some of the natural lubricant from his tentacle.
My spent cock throbs at the sight, and I turn toward the wall with a moan.
So. Fucking. Sexy.
Najar places both of his big hands on my hips and settles his thick cock between my ass cheeks. He manipulates the globes of my ass, pushing them together tightly as he begins to thrust between them.
The sensation is unbelievably hot, and I have to bite my lip to stop from begging him to fuck me for real.
When Najar’s pleasure nodules start to vibrate and he picks up pace, I fail to hold back a long, deep moan.
“You feel so good, Felix,” he says, his voice hoarse with need.
“Ahh!”
He leans in closer to whisper in my sensitive ear, “I can’t wait to fuck you. It’s going to happen. You want that, don’t you?”
My legs start getting shaky and my whole body trembles. “God, yes. I want it so bad.”
He grunts with satisfaction, and his hips jerk forward a few more times until he moans and I feel his hot release coating my back.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmurs, rubbing his come into my skin.
My legs go out from under me and Najar catches me.
“Holy hell,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I’m going to survive having you fuck me with your cock. I might expire from too much pleasure.”
Najar throws his head back and laughs, then kisses me, long and deep.
Once we’ve calmed down again, we tenderly wash one another and then get dressed to meet our friends down in the tavern.
Luna is already chowing down on food with Khephren and Sasha when we join them. Khephren is wearing a Christmas sweater with the image of a group of cats in scarves singing accompanied by the words “Oh, Furry Night.”
“Sorry we’re late,” Najar says.
She takes one look at us and drops the bread roll she was holding, her mouth hanging open as she gapes at us. “Get the fuck out of here. You guys totally hooked up!”
It’s my turn to gape back. How the hell did she know?
“You totally fucking did.”
