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“No. Never.”
“Dare.”
It only takes Jett a moment to realize what I want and he jumps into it with both feet. “I dare you to kiss me, Landon.”
I open up my arms. “Come here,” I say but Jett is already moving. The tentacle against my thigh moves, pushing against my chest until I’m leaning back against the arm of the couch.
Jett carefully hovers over me but his tentacle pins me in place from my thigh up to my chest, lying across my hard dick. I can’t stop myself, I hump up against his tentacle, moaning at the feeling. I can feel his suckers through my pants and it feels so fucking good. I hump the bumps of his suckers, letting out a breathless moan. My head is spinning.
“Fuck,” Jett breathes out, his eyes dilating. He stares down at me, his cheeks bright, just taking me in. It’s like he’s getting off on my pleasure, on watching me enjoy his tentacles. Finally, when he’s looked his fill, he leans down and kisses me.
Jett might have never kissed someone before but somehow, he’s an amazing kisser. The kiss starts slow, tentative, explorative, but quickly morphs into something deeper as he grows more sure of himself. The moment his tongue swipes against my bottom lip, I’m opening for him. It’s so easy to let him take charge, to do exactly what he wants.
“Landon,” he says, pulling back. His lips are pink from kissing me. I want to bite them. I want to suck on his tongue. I want to fuck him until he forgets his name. I want him to feel his tentacles inside me. Jesus fucking Christ, I want everything.
“What is it? What do you want?”
“Everything,” Jett breathes out, saying the exact same thing on my mind. His tentacle is still pressed against my cock, moving up and down, sliding against me like it’s humping me right back. It’s hard to focus because it feels so good.
“You can have it. You can have anything you want.”
“Then I’ll have you, if you want it.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to rush.”
“Fuck that,” he says with a grin. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. I want you and you want me too, right?” I nod my head. “Then let’s go to my bedroom.”
Jett stands up, his tentacles disappearing. I stand up but end up letting out a noise of surprise as Jett hefts me onto his shoulder, carrying me into his bedroom.
I knew those strong arms would be perfect for carrying me around.
Chapter Six
Jett
Excitement pulses through mewith every step towards my bedroom. Landon reaches down, grabbing my ass from where he’s hanging over my shoulder. I turn my head and bite his ass in return which isright there.
There’s something so exciting about all of this. I’ve never experienced anything like it before yet it’s not as scary as I thought it would be. It’s actually quite freeing.
The moment I saw the way my tentacle was affecting Landon, something inside of me changed, like a switch was hit. I can be the one in control. I can be the reason Landon is moaning and squirming. It filled me equally with power and desire.
This might all be new to me, but I’m ready to embrace this side of myself fully. I’m jumping in with both feet. There will be no holding back.
I carefully set Landon down once we’re inside my bedroom. Landon only looks around for a moment before he turns back to me. His eyes are lidded as he looks up at me, biting his bottomlip in the sexiest way. I want to be the one biting it. I want to bite him all over until he’s covered in my teeth marks, until he’s covered in my hickies.
Jesus, I have no idea where this possessive side of myself is coming from but I don’t care. It feels like an animalistic need, to cover him in my scent, my marks, and maybe even my cum. Who am I to deny myself that?
Landon takes off his shirt, careful to pull it over his head without losing his glasses. I take in his chest again, absolutely transfixed. He’s covered in dark hair. I think people would call him an otter? He’s strong but thin, built like a runner. His chest and shoulders have hair on them, the complete opposite of me who barely grows hair anywhere but my head.
I want to touch him, so that’s exactly what I do. I step into his space and run my fingers through the hair on his chest. It’s softer than I thought it would be but not as soft as his fur. I move my hands lower, stopping at the point just above his pants.
“You can,” Landon tells me softly. With his permission, I carefully pull his pants down over his hips, allowing myself to see his cock for the first time.
I felt it with my tentacle but seeing it is something else entirely. It’s long and thick and surrounded by dark curly hairs. He’s uncut just like me and my mouth waters with the desire to taste him.
I might be inexperienced but I know one thing for certain; I want that cock inside of me before the night is over.
Landon steps out of his pants before taking my wrist in his hand. He guides my hand to his cock. With his hand over mine, we begin to slowly stroke him. Landon lets out a sigh of pleasure and I mirror the sensation. Seeing the way my hand is making him feel good does something to my insides, it lights a fire inside of me. I want to be the reason he feels good. I want to be the one to make him come.
