Page 14 of Away in a Tentacle Lair
“Only good boys get their cocks played with. Bad boys need to come without help.”
“Evil, god damn you,” Kai wails through gritted teeth.
“Poor baby. I was expecting you to tell me how good you are.”
“Put your damn dick in my mouth, cos I need to bite something.”
I decline, offering my underpants as tribute. His jaw snaps shut, and a growling sound escapes from his throat. I chuckle and give his cock the attention he needs.
Chapter ten
Kai
Igroan as Leo thrusts into me. He feels fantastic, stretching me open as he lights bursts of fire across my prostate. My groans are primal and wonton. He is perfect, and yet I want more. My whorish words are drowned out by the fabric filling my mouth, bringing me as close as I can get to sinking my teeth into his flesh and marking him as mine.
My body trembles and shakes, my heart pounding in my chest as I feel the ecstasy building within me. The air seems to thicken, and our world distorts my vision.
"Kai," Leo gasps, his voice strained. "I'm going to come."
His words send a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I squirm harder, trying to push my hips up to meet him. I want to feel him explode against me, to feel the warmth of his release envelop me.
"Me too," I groan, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies colliding.
Leo's eyes lock onto mine, his gaze intense and unyielding. His gaze is filled with lust and trust, which fills me with warmth,making every movement feel even more intimate. His body stalls as he cums in my ass, tugging almost violently on my cock.
As I feel his muscles clenching and unclenching around me, I know I'm not far behind.
"Oh god, Leo," I groan, my name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. "I'm going to come."
His eyes never leave mine as he nods, murmuring words of encouragement that send another wave of pleasure. "Come for me, Kai. Let yourself go."
With those words, I lose myself in the moment. The world around us fades away, leaving only us two wrapped up in the embrace of our passion and love. My body tenses, every muscle straining as I push towards the pinnacle of pleasure.
My release explodes in thick spurts of cum, coating both our chests and part of the bed, too, thanks to his hand holding my cock towards the ceiling as he milks my length for every last drop. My body shakes as exhaustion consumes me.
"I love you," he whispers, his voice barely above a breath.
Love?
It’s a bit too soon for that.
I lie helplessly in the bed as he takes care of everything, showing no sign of releasing me until he has cleaned up the mess our sex has made.
Sex.
Am I not making love? What is the difference? I’ve had sex before, and this felt nothing like anything else.
The hungry, passionate kisses, the way he took away my need, controlling everything, just like in my dreams.
Could this be what love is supposed to feel like?
“I’m going to run you a bath,” Leo calls distantly, followed by the sounds of running water. That is more than my previous hookups do. He still cares for me after getting what he wants from our time together. Is this what people call more?
I want more from my relationships. Is this it?
He returns to the bed and pulls the fabric from between my teeth.
“I love you too,” I mutter. Had my mouth been empty when he made his declaration, I wouldn’t have been able to reply, but now I think I can give him the truth.
