Page 40 of Hook, Line, and Tentacle
“Jesus, Neviah—”
“You like that?” I mouth at the flushed underside of his shaft, dragging my tongue along the faint, shimmering ridge just under the head. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Gonna take some work to open you up.”
“I—” His voice breaks on the word. His hips twitch, grinding down against my hand, chasing more. “This is how it feels to go mad, isn’t it? Is this what it’s like when I tease you?”
I huff a hot breath over his cock, then kiss the tip. “If this can double as payback, so much the better.”
The tentacle around my wrist squeezes again, like it’s bracing itself the way he is. It flexes when I press in a little deeper. My fingertip curls just slightly, and Cal lets out a sound that’s halfway between a whimper and a growl.
“I thought about it,” he says finally, voice rough. “After I met you. Thought about what it’d be like if you were like me. If you—” He cuts himself off with a moan as I twist my wrist, slow and deliberate. “If you could fuck me the way I fuck you.”
My entire body bursts into flames.
“Jesus, Cal.” I kiss a sloppy line up his shaft, then flick my tongue against the head, reaping the bead of precum leaking there. “That’s fucking hot. Greedy thing. Filthy mind you’ve got.”
His hand fumbles against the sheets, grabbing for something to ground him, even as he pushes his hips back to ride my hand.
I brush my lips across the thick vein pulsing along his cock, then curl my finger inside him again, pushing it deeper.The groan he gives is high and charred at the edges, but still, he tries to claw back a shred of control.
“You’re soaked, love. I can scent it.” One of his tentacles slides lower, slow and deliberate, teasing along the crease of my thighbefore slipping under the waistband of my panties. “You like this that much? Like breaking me apart like this?”
I let out a breathy laugh against his cock, licking the underside just to feel the way he jolts. “Of course I like it. It’s not every day I get to turn my big, scary tentacle man into a trembling wreck.”
His hips buck down against my hand again, so my finger is almost all the way inside, and the tentacle between my legs slides in closer, gliding against my swollen slit with maddening restraint. I can feel the heat of him even through the tease.
“Let me.” His voice is like the sky in a storm, smooth and gray, but ready to crack open. “Let me touch you while you play. Let me fuck you good, little trespasser.”
I hum like I’m considering it. Then I tighten my grip around his cock and give it a slow, deliberate twist—nothing cruel, just enough to make him gasp. At the same time, I push deeper with my finger, curling just right until he’s fully seated. He lets out an agonized sound that shoots straight through me like shrapnel.
“God, Cal,” I murmur. “You’ve got the upper hand. Or the upper tentacle, really.” I rock my wrist, pressing in harder, slow and firm, watching him squirm. “All these extra limbs, and you canscentme—every little shift in how I feel. All I’ve got to go on are these pretty little noises you make. So unfair.”
He moans like I’ve wounded him.
“Still okay?” I ask, soft against the curve of his cock, kissing the head before I glance up. I flex the finger inside him, as if to emphasize the question. “Want more?”
“Please, love.” His voice is almost all air. “Whatever you want. Just—yes.”
I hum as I slide my finger free to slick my hand with more lube. Cal makes the most adorable, disgruntled sound, and I almost giggle as I return to ease in with a second in beside the first, slow and careful. He hisses through his teeth, hips twitching beneath me, muscles in his thighs going taut under my palm where it rests there. I let my thumb stroke soothing circles over his skin, keeping him grounded.
“Is this okay?”
He nods frantically, humming his assent. Ordinarily, I’d insiston words, but I’m not sure he’s capable of forming them right now. I watch his face closely, but all I see there is rapt, tortured pleasure.
The tentacle curled around my wrist pulses slightly as I rock my fingers in and out of him deeper now—like it’s watching. Like it’sthinking. Then it glides over the back of my hand, just barely brushing my knuckles, almost as if it’s trying to learn from what I’m doing. Curious.Insistent.
“Oh?” I glance up at him. “You teaching it, or is it trying to join in?”
He groans, the sound low and primal.
“They’re part of me,” he grinds out. “But sometimes I think they want you all on their own.”
I laugh, breath puffing warm over his length, and his cock jumps against my palm as I wrap my hand around it again. I brush my lips against the base, just because I can. “Going to pull out now, alright?”
Cal nods, jaw clenched, curls damp against his temples where sweat’s begun to gather. “Yeah. Yes.”
I ease out slow, watching his face the whole time. He lets out a soft, fractured sound—part relief, part disappointment—and I press a kiss to the inside of his thigh as I go. His whole body is trembling under my hands, hips shifting like he doesn’t know whether to chase or retreat.
The tentacle still looped around my wrist pulses again, more urgent this time, as I grab a cloth from the nightstand to wipe my hand.
