Page 19 of My Brother's Alien Match
They both stopped halfway up, tracing gentle patterns on the insides of my knees. But others of the countless limbs began to move around me, like a carnivorous flower opening, ready to consume me. They engulfed me carefully, matching Luno's arms in pulling me closer into an embrace, tight against his chest.
I gasped at the feeling of his solid body, the countless tentacles all touching me with such gentle precision, stroking my back and threading through my hair.
His arms were tight around my waist, holding me steady while my body shivered.
I was still in my pajamas, probably looking worse for wear since I hadn't even had my coffee yet, but Luno was looking at me like I was the most incredible person to ever walk the planet, so I didn't feel insecure. I felt sexy and special.
A tentacle slid around the back of my neck, pulling me forward into another kiss. His lips slid against mine like silk, soft and warm yet demanding and I was maneuvered so easily, my chin gripped and tilted to deepen it.
A throaty moan tore from my lips and at once, Luno groaned in response. My legs were pulled apart. I was lifted and tucked easily around his waist.
Oh god. I was so about to have kinky tentacle sex, wasn't I? Now that it was being offered, I would cling to this. I wanted to have it. Even if Luno changed his mind right after. Suddenly I felt like Ineededthis experience. I needed to feel worthy enough for it to be me. For once, I wanted to be the lucky one. As far as I was concerned, with Luno's arms around me and lips on mine, I already was.
I tried to pull back and the tentacles lessened their pressure, immediately allowing me to.
Luno met my gaze, and I was surprised to see that arousal had turned his slitted irises into full, almost human circles of pure black.
He waited for me to speak, carding tentacle tips through my hair and making me shiver.
“What is it, my beautiful Robin.”
I swallowed. Why did my name sound so good on his lips?
“Bedroom,” I managed to say.
His gaze darkened further, and he nodded.
I expected him to release me, for me to lead the way, but apparently, he didn't need me to direct him. He carried me the short distance to my room's door and opened it.
My bed sheets were ruffled and unmade, but aside from that, I was glad I kept my room relatively neat. Even if it had been a pigsty though, I didn't think it would have mattered, because Luno didn't look at anything but me. His eyes were glued to mine, as though he could see everything he needed to within them.
His tentacles moved over me sensually, gliding over the fabric I wore, feeling the shape of my body through the clothes. Up my back, over my chest, touching me everywhere. They wrapped around my thighs tightly, holding them apart while others snaked over my ass and straining erection until I could barely breathe.
His lids fluttered as he felt my length, but he did not break my gaze, squeezing my cock until I was squirming and leaking.
Finally, with a shuddering groan, he leaned forward.
For a moment, I was so lost in the feelings, so unfamiliar with the way his body worked, that I didn’t realize what was happening as he slid onto the bed, slowly lowering me to the mattress.
I tried to sit up, but his tentacles slid all over me, gently removing me from my clothes while others simultaneously feltmy bare skin. I shivered, watching raptly while he pulled his robe off the regular way, with his hands, all the while, his tentacles traced patterns over my skin.
Luno was magnificent.
He was a beautiful human-like man on top, lean, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist that faded in watercolor blotches into the dark purple and black of his tentacles where human thighs would normally begin. Just above the rest, his thick, inky black cock moved with just as much dexterity as the rest of his tentacles.
I reached for it, swallowing when it arched toward my outstretched hand. It was surprisingly soft, even the gentle ridges on the bottom were smooth to the touch. It curved around my palm pleasantly.
Luno let out a slow moan and lowered over me as I gently stroked him. His lips found mine again, kissing me hungrily as we felt each other, and then, with a shudder, he yanked my hands away, pinning them to the mattress without having to move anything but a couple of tentacles. It was hard to believe that he was really over me, staring into my eyes, hands braced on each side of my head while my wrists were pinned down...
Others suddenly tightened around my legs, bending my knees and parting my thighs.
“Lube,” I choked out, because it seemed like he was almost too eager to think of it.
I tried to reach for the bedside table, but he kept me pinned, some of his long tentacles reaching in and quickly uncapping the bottle.
He dripped some of the liquid directly onto my hole.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as his soft tips began to rub my entrance.
