Page 20 of My Brother's Alien Match
Luno stroked my legs, watching my reactions. He gasped louder than I did when the first one entered me. I arched off the bed at the insistent probing.
It was thin and blunt, like a finger, but it didn’t move like one. It curled around inside me, twisting and stimulating my prostate until precome spurted from the tip.
Luno bent over me at once, sucking my length into his mouth as more tentacles began to press into me, thrusting in turns in an incessant rhythm. I couldn’t even tell how many were fucking me. It was all too overwhelming to do anything but try to thrash against his restraining hold.
“Fuck!” I gasped. I didn’t have time to warn Luno before I was coming intensely into his mouth.
He never slowed his rhythm, continuing to pump into me and suck me until every last tremor finished running through my body.
Even then, the tentacles slowed but stayed where they were, gently stretching me and massaging me from the inside.
Finally, Luno released me from his lips and lifted his head, the tentacles holding my wrists let me go, but I couldn’t move yet.
He crawled up my body, lowering on top of me, his hard, tentacle-like cock throbbing against my abdomen, twitching, and undulating while he started to kiss my jaw with swollen lips.
“Did you like that?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I managed a shaky nod, reaching for his length.
It was slightly more rigid now and seemed to thicken even more in my hand when I started to stroke. He let out a deep sigh that turned into a groan and pressed his face against my neck.
“I don’t want to finish like this,” he whispered. “Are you ready for more? I need you now.”
Illustrating his eagerness, the tentacles inside me were moving more enthusiastically again, giving me long, slow,deepthrusts that made my cock twitch back to life.
As soon as it did, others wrapped around it, holding it tightly, gently starting to stroke to the same beat that they were fucking me.
“Oh god.”
I clutched his shoulders, almost relieved when he shifted enough for his cock to reach my hole. His tentacles slid out all at once, but I didn’t have a chance to adjust to that.
His cock was thicker than his other tentacles but just as deft as it slid within me, filling me beautifully, arching deep within.
I cried out clutching him harder as he moaned, pressing in even more.
When I looked down, I was surprised to see that I had only taken about half of it. The base was too thick for me, I could tell, but he didn’t push it. He simply rolled his cock out and then back in, stroking my length with his tentacles, keeping me hard. His elbows were braced on each side of my head and his hands carded gently through my hair, now damp with sweat.
We watched each other through it all.
It was empowering and satisfying to see the pleasure in his eyes, to watch them roll, to see the way he gasped and bit his lips. There was no doubting how good I made him feel, how much he wanted me.
His hips bucked when he came, pressing his length in a little bit further, stretching me a little bit more. The feeling, mingled with his groan and the feeling of stretching around him, his thick meat tight against my prostate, undid me for a second time.
We collapsed together, gasping and tangled together. After a minute, when Luno pulled out and kissed me so tenderly, I thought I might break, I finally understood.
“Sul,” I whispered.
His smile was warmer than the midday sun.
“Yes,” he whispered, stroking back my hair.
Was it possible to love someone you barely knew? It certainly seemed so.
He gently caressed my bare skin as we gazed into each other's eyes. I couldn’t believe he’d chosen me over Taylor.
My heart sank.
Taylor…
