Page 12 of Stranded with the Kraken
“Jasper,” she whispers.
I kiss her temple, unable to squash down the overwhelming feeling of tenderness that swells inside me. “I know, baby.”
Arielle swipes her hand over her face and peers in the water between us. “Did you…?”
“I’m not sure what happened,” I tell her, my grin wide. “I’ve never come without even touching my cock before, I have to admit.”
She gives me a self-satisfied smile. “Never? That’s fitting. I’ve never come so hard before either.” Then she puts her palm to my cheek. “And I’ll stay. This wasn’t what I planned, but I wanted to tell you before we fuck for real and you think it has something to do with how much I liked your kraken dick.”
I bark out a laugh. “All right.” I lean down to kiss her again. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of her taste. “And thank you. That means a lot.”
Arielle holds her hand between us, studying her palm. “Hmm. I’m getting all wrinkly in the water.” She wiggles in my arms, then gives me a wicked smile that lights up all my instincts. “I think you should let me have that cock now, or I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”
“Brat.” I catch her wrist with one tentacle and hook her other arm, too, until she’s suspended in the water in front of me, limbs open wide. “Be careful what you wish for.”
CHAPTER7
ARIELLE
“Be careful what you wish for.”
At Jasper’s growled words, all my senses snap to high alert. I’ve been teasing him, but maybe I’ve pushed too far. I really should have remembered that I’m in the presence of a freaking mythological creature. A predator of the oceans. I don’t know much about kraken, but it’s not hard to imagine Jasper ruling some underwater kingdom, a crown of coral on his head.
The image flashes through my mind, and pure satisfaction streaks through me at the thought that I’m staying here for the holidays—that way, I’ll get to ask him all the burning questions I have. But only the most pressing one remains in my head: Am I going to regret teasing Jasper?
One of his tentacles slithers up my leg and spreads open my pussy lips. I’m sensitive and swollen from the two orgasms he gave me, but since his tentacles are so soft and slick, I’m not sore at all, just well-fucked and feeling empty right now. He flicks the tip over my clit, drawing a shudder from me, and flashes me a feral grin that shows his pointed teeth.
“Jasper,” I whine.
“What do you need, beautiful girl?” he purrs.
I reach out for him and clasp my hand on his neck. “You. Please, I need you.”
Jasper hisses out a breath when my fingers brush over his gills. Then he draws me closer, and the tentacles holding me apart relax enough so that I can hug him. We’re chest to chest, his skin sliding against mine. He’s hot all over and slick in a way that’s different from how wet human skin feels, but I love the sensation. I run my palms over his arms and shoulders, then dig my fingernails in the thick slabs of his muscle.
Jasper’s tentacles roil in the water underneath us, warm against my legs, but his hands are firmly on me. His lips part on an exhale, and he seems just as affected by me as I am by him. He came earlier, I know it. Pride surges through me at the thought. Who knew tentacle sex could be so much fun?
But now I want him inside me. Jasper reaches between us and finds my clit with his fingers. He rolls it lightly, and I jerk my hips forward, chasing more contact. He just grins at me, his white teeth flashing, and I glower at him.
I dip my hand in the water and wrap my fingers around his cock. Jasper’s eyes close, and he groans deep in his throat. The slick length of him pumps into my fist, and I move with him, exploring. The slightly conical head, the smooth shaft, and the textured base where the root of his cock is surrounded by a fold of skin that must be the pocket he mentioned. He lets me explore, breathing hard through his nose, and I marvel at his restraint—he’s trembling under my touch, his muscles bunched and tight.
Finally, he grasps my wrist and tugs my hand away, his golden gaze burning. “That’s enough,” he growls. “Now hold on, Arielle.”
He angles my legs so they’re hooked up higher around his waist, putting me in position. I try to roll my hips, but his tentacles hold me immobile, open for him to do what he wants to me. I grow wetter in a rush at the realization that he has me completely at his mercy. I’m about to find out what kraken sex is really like, and something already tells me I’ll be ruined for all else after this.
But I don’t care. I want Jasper so much, I’m not above begging.
“Baby, please,” I plead. “If you don’t want to fuck me now, please let me come, you don’t—”
My mouth falls open on a gasp. The first nudge of his cockhead against the swollen, slick lips of my pussy is incredible. I knew he was warmer than me from touching him, but this feels like a branding, a claiming.
Jasper pushes inside me slowly, his gaze on me. “You okay?”
I jerk my head down in a nod. “Yes. More.”
I’ve been reduced to monosyllabic words, that’s how bad I’ve got it. For a brief, panicked moment, I consider stopping this madness, because the intensity of the sensations scares me. I’ve never felt like this before—and it’s not just about being impaled on a kraken dick. I want Jasper to consume me. I want to crawl inside his skin and remain there forever. The thought of this being a hookup only, a fling that might last only a couple of days, carves a deep wound in my heart. And the thought of him finding another woman on that app…
I clench my thighs around his waist, dig my fingers into his shoulders, and use all my strength to pull myself flush against him. His tentacles are stronger than my limbs, yes, but I have the element of surprise. He didn’t expect me to do this. His long, thick cock slides inside me as I impale myself on it, and Jasper shouts in surprise, his head thrown back in pleasure.
