Page 17 of Snowed In Sucker
I fuck his throat as I fuck myself on his cock, both of us getting exactly what we want. We’re getting exactly what weneed.
There’s a little voice at the back of my mind, whispering that I should be more careful bottoming. There’s something important I’m forgetting but it’s easy to tune out that voice. I’m too busy being fascinated by what we’re currently doing.
I start to ride Landon as I fuck his throat with my tentacle. Sometimes, he gags and I have to pull back. Sometimes I keep it lodged in his throat, forcing him to breathe through his nose. Sometimes I let it wiggle on the way back up so he’s gagging and coughing once it’s free. Tears stream down his eyes but he never asks me to stop, never taps my side. He’s loving this as much as I am. That point is clear with the way his knot is slowly growing, stretching my hole even further.
“Your knot,” I say, grinding my hips down, swiveling my hips. “Gods, it feels so good, Landon. I’m so close.”
The tentacle that’s wrapped around his throat relents, moving to wrap around my own cock instead. It strokes me just the way I like.
Landon cries out as I pull the tentacle in his mouth free. His knot pops fully, locking the two of us together. My pleasure skyrockets, a mixture of pure bliss and utter agony. It’s so much yet somehow the perfect amount.
The two of us whimper and moan through our orgasms. The sensation seems to just go on and on and on. Landon’s cock fills me not only with his knot but also his cum, load after load. My head is in the clouds and I’m not sure anything will bring me down from this high.
As carefully as we can, we turn onto our sides while his knot is still locked inside of me. I completely collapse, feeling like all of my bones have dissolved into goo. I don’t think I could get up even if I wanted to.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, my arms and tentacles wrapping around Landon, holding him tight. He looks and sounds just as fucked out as I do.
“Yeah, you can say that again. Wow.”
“That was,” I start to say but my words cut off with a moan as Landon’s cock throbs again, filling me with more cum. Fuck, that feels good.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “It’ll keep going a few more times before it goes down.”
“That’s okay. I like it.”
“I likeyou,” he says with a sleepy grin. “I like you a lot, Jett.”
My heart leaps into my throat at the soft confession. It’s obvious we have feelings for each other. I just throat fucked him for fuck’s sake, but hearing it out loud is different. There’s no way to overthink things when I know for a fact he likes me.
“I like you too,” I whisper back, stealing a soft, barely there kiss. I let out a little sigh as I hold Landon against my chest. The two of us quickly fall asleep, his knot still inside me, my tentacles still out and around him.
There’s not a single doubt in my mind what this is. My brain, my heart, and my octopus are all on the same page; Landon is mine.
Chapter Seven
Landon
I was a littleworried that things would be awkward once we woke up after fucking but thankfully, things somehow feel even more natural than before. We both got up and jumped in the shower. We took our time running soap over each other’s bodies. It didn’t lead into anything sexy but that’s okay. It was intimate and special to be able to clean each other like that.
Now I’m sitting in the kitchen while Jett makes us some grilled cheese sandwiches. I can’t stop smelling him. He smells likeme. My scent is all over him and I want to rub it into his skin so he’ll never be able to wash me off.
I touch my throat, which is still sore from ouractivities, and find myself blushing. I still can’t believe we did that. The way that Jett just took charge was hotter than anything I’ve experienced before. He’s a natural, knowing exactly when to push and when to pull back. I felt so fucking desperate with him over me. Even now, I feel desperate for him, like maybe no amount of Jett will ever be enough for me.
“You’re staring,” Jett says, looking sideways at me.
“Sorry. You caught me deep in thought,” I confess, giving him a grin.
“Oh yeah? Anything you’d like to share?”
I bite my bottom lip, my heart leaping up into my throat. “I’m just thinking about what’s going to happen when the snow is finally down and I can return home.”
“Oh,” Jett says, his face falling.
“I find myself not wanting to leave,” I say quickly, not wanting Jett to misunderstand. “I feel like I can’t get enough of you. One time wasn’t enough. I don’t think any amount of time will be enough.”
I watch as Jett’s strong shoulders fall, his body relaxing. His lips tip up into a small smile. He finishes flipping our sandwiches onto plates and turns off the stove. Then he turns towards me.
“I feel the same way, Landon. I don’t want you to leave.”
