Page 14 of Stranded with the Kraken
That doesn’t explain what’s happening. Because somethingishappening—those tentacles are extending outward, sticking to my thighs, between my legs, and—
“Ah!”
I scream as one of them latches itself on to my clit and pulses there, writhing around, the tiny suckers rippling over it. My orgasm roars through me, my pussy clenching helplessly around Jasper’s thick girth. All my muscles snap taut, and I claw at his shoulders because the pleasure just keeps intensifying. He grasps my hips and pulls me closer, fucking his cock deeper into me.
“Arielle!” He buries his face in my neck, his sharp teeth grazing over my skin. “Hold on, baby, just hold on.”
Jasper’s large tentacles hold us both up as he grasps handfuls of my ass and drives us together again and again. The ring of small tentacles around his cock latches itself on to my skin, keeping us tightly bound, and one of those wicked little limbs strokes at my clit like a magical tongue, never letting up. If Jasper dropped me, I’d drown, because I can no longer control my muscles—I’m a creature of pure lust and pleasure, and he’s the one keeping me afloat.
Another climax crests inside me, and I utter an incoherent cry, pulling Jasper’s face to mine for a sloppy kiss. I bite his lower lip, sinking my teeth in the soft flesh, and he hisses, then thrusts his tongue in my mouth, licking and biting right back. He pushes his cock into me in one last desperate shove, and then he’s coming, snarling my name against my lips, pulsing deep inside me.
A rush of warmth floods my insides. I widen my eyes at the sensation—I’ve used condoms with all my exes but one, but I don’t remember human cum being that hot or, well,present. It fills up my pussy, coating Jasper’s cock and seeping out between us, but it slides deeper into me, too. I glance down into the water. There’s so much of it, creamy and thicker than human cum.
“Oh!” I reach between us and swipe some up with my hand. When I bring it out, it sticks to my fingers, and I admire its light pearlescent sheen. “Um, I get why you said condoms wouldn’t work.”
It’s the stupidest thing I could have said in the wake of the most spectacular sex of my life, but to my credit, I think Jasper fucked my brains out. He tosses his head back and laughs, then kisses me again, only this time, his moves are languid and sensual. He treats me like a queen, caressing me all over and soothing me with his touch.
“You okay?” he says finally. He cups my face with both hands as we float toward the shallow end of the pool, still connected with his cock.
I give him a tremulous smile. “I’m better than okay, Jasper. I loved every moment of this.”
CHAPTER8
JASPER
We bask in the warm water. I do my damn best to get my cock to soften, but every time Arielle so much as twitches above me, I feel it all over, so it takes us a while to separate. We snack and talk in the meantime, and with every passing minute, I realize how incredibly lucky I’ve been to have been matched to her on the Bone-R app.
“Why don’t you live closer to the sea?” she asks as she licks melted chocolate off her fingers.
She’s on her third eclair, and from how much she’s enjoying them, I’m already making mental notes on what to buy on my next visit to the town bakery.
“I mean,” she adds, “I know we’re less than two hours from the shore, but a guy like you could probably afford a house on the beach.” Then she squints at me. “What is it that you do again?”
I push my hair back from my face to give myself time to answer. “I inherited my family business. When my father passed away, my mom didn’t have the will to do it on her own, so I took over.”
She lifts her eyebrows at me. “I’m sorry about your dad.” Her palms are flush with my chest, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I hold her close so she doesn’t get chilled, even though the pool house is heated.
“Thank you,” I say, then answer the unspoken question. “I’m a treasure hunter. I always feel ridiculous saying it, but that’s what my father did. He searched the sea for sunken ships, dropped cargo, and so on.”
“That’s so cool,” she says. “And it’s the perfect job for you!”
I give her a wry smile. “Well, these days, I’m doing more with our investments than actual treasure hunting. My dad was a smart businessman, and he took most of the money he got from museums and collectors and invested it.”
She hums. “I’m going to tell everyone you’re a treasure hunter, though. It sounds much cooler.”
She grins at me, and I know she’s teasing. But the thought of her telling her friends about me has me grinning right back.
I rub my hands up and down her back and add, “One of my great-great-grandfathers was a pirate ship captain.”
Her brown eyes dance with merriment. “But you’re not interested in pillaging and plundering?”
I tickle her, and she squeaks, then squirms in my lap, which leaves us both gasping as my still-hard cock moves in her pussy. Arielle’s eyelids grow heavy. She plants both palms on my chest, shifts her position, and proceeds to ride me to another bone-shattering climax. I take her ass with one of my tentacles and don’t allow myself to blow until her screams of pleasure echo around the pool house.
My cock finally slips from her hot pussy, so I carry her out of the pool to the shower to rinse off all the saltwater, then wrap her in a large soft towel. She doesn’t protest when I pick her up and carry her into my house. The snow is still coming down strong, but with the holidays approaching, I don’t mind in the slightest. I close the glass door leading to the deck behind us with one hand, then continue all the way to my bedroom. It’s getting late, and Arielle is barely keeping her eyes open. She uses the bathroom, then sits on the edge of the bed.
“I have to lock up,” I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ears.
She gazes up at me, a soft smile on her lips. “Okay. You’re sleeping here, right? You won’t leave me alone?”
