Page 6 of Tentacles and Teeth

“Yes!” It came out as a shout. “Ah, ah, ah, gods yes, all for you,” I gasped in time with her steady thrusts. Nothing had prepared me for this. Giving but firm, the tentacle moved inside me, curling and twisting, bunching up on itself. Pleasure spiked. She was bumping and rubbing over my g-spot—a constant sliding pressure that grew and grew until I was dizzy from holding my breath. I lifted my free leg, hooking it around her as my hips pumped desperately. I was so close.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you smell so good.” She dragged her nose up my neck, growling, her words coming fast against my ear. “Everybody in this place can smell how hot you are. Hear you wet and moaning for me.”

I spasmed around her coiling length, and she cursed.

“You like putting on a show, don’t you?”

I arched my neck, nodding. Hell yeah, I loved it.

Sid purred approvingly, rearing back and burying her face between my breasts. Her skin was satiny, her mouth hot, her teeth sharp. The short sides of her hair rubbed over me like wet velvet before the longer coils brushed over the sensitized flesh, making me shiver and arch. She shifted, then her hand was between us, clever fingers rubbing over my aching clit in small circles.

I exploded. My pussy flooded around the tentacle pumping me to madness as my whole body locked up. All I could hear was my pounding heartbeat and Sid’s litany of praise, even as my throat ached from screaming.

Eventually, I fell limp, gasping.

Sid’s tentacles slipped from around my wrists, the soft touch making me shiver. More massaged over my shoulders as she brought my arms down to rest by my sides. She stretched out next to me, head propped up on her fist, with a lazy, satisfied look on her face. Her other hand cupped with solid, gentle pressure over my sopping folds, the heel grinding ever so slightly whenever an aftershock would tremble through me.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she murmured.

Warmth uncoiled from somewhere higher than my still spasming channel. “Is it my turn now?” I asked, but she leaned back when I reached to cup my hand around her neck.

“Still hungry, baby? I suppose I could share my dessert.” Her wet fingers trailed over my lips, leaving them slick with my juices.

My tongue flickered out, tasting my arousal and wishing it was hers. She cursed and slammed her mouth down on mine, eating at it as if it was my cunt. When she went to pull away, I held her close, trying to roll her onto her back. I was dying to run my hands over that long, athletic body.

She resisted, her tentacles running over me soothingly as she sat up. My dress was pulled back into place, hair smoothed back, then I was blinking as we sat face to face. The foot of open air between us felt like a mile.

“I’ll be right back,” Sid said with a smile. She dropped a quick kiss on my shoulder, scooping up the tiffins and pushing to her feet. People slipped out of her path as she made her way back to Didi’s.

I tugged at the jacket I sat on, pulling the sleeves over my thighs for whatever meager warmth they might offer against the chill nipping at me. I felt off balance. Vulnerable. Neither emotion was a welcome addition to the evening. I shifted, wincing at the feel of slick congealing on my thighs, and caught a man staring at me—or rather my breasts—from a table about twenty feet away. That at least I knew how to handle. I let my expression twist into cool mockery, my gaze unwavering as he finally looked up. My uncouth admirer blanched, his attention skittering back to his tablemates.

Sid’s graceful hand slid into my vision. I hesitated for a split second before clasping it with my own and letting her help me to my feet. She was so beautiful. The multi-hued pix lights scattered around the clearing gleamed off her onyx skin, dancing over her sculpted features like dark rainbows. But her expression wasn’t happy. Her brows were low and her jaw bunched as she glared at the man now desperately trying to shrink into nothingness. Her body, even tense with warning, was a mouthwatering combination of smooth curves and willowy muscle. The tattoos that were her tentacles shifted, and two shadows made flesh twined gracefully out to pick up her abandoned jacket, flicking it clean before laying it over my shoulders like a cape.

“Let’s get you home, Katarina. I’m ready to have you all to myself.” Sid’s words were a growl, and her eyes didn’t waver from Mr. I-don’t-know-when-to-stop until I started walking towards the car.

Discontent was a popping, roiling sensation under my skin, twisting and chilling the molten languor left in the wake of that glorious orgasm. My confidence wavered, doubts peppering me. This wasn’t what I wanted tonight.

The leather seat was cool against my thighs as I watched Sid round the hood of the car. I took a deep breath, trying to shuffle my emotions back to the powerful, uncomplicated sensuality I’d been enjoying.

When Sid dropped behind the wheel and sent me a grin, I twisted to lean close. My breast plumped against her arm as I sent my hand coasting over the thick fabric covering her thigh.

Her muscles tensed, her hand catching mine. She brushed a kiss over my knuckles, then moved our joined hands to my lap.

Something deep inside my chest trembled.Come on, Katarina.You’re a big girl.Use your words. “Do you not like to be touched, Sid?” She’d seemed to, back at the bar, but...”It’s ok if you don’t. I just want to know, you know?”

“What?” Her eyes snapped to mine, and she searched my face. She must have seen the struggle I was trying to hide, because she turned to face me completely. She curved a hand around my neck, smoothing her thumb back and forth over my jaw. “No, sweet girl, I’m dying for your touch.”

“But—”

“You liked it when I showed you off earlier.” It wasn’t a question. Her voice was a dark purr at the memory. “I know I fucking loved it. Loved you dripping and moaning for me with all those people listening, wanting you, desperate to taste the goddess soaking my hand with her pleasure.”

My throat was dry, my thighs soaked, and I couldn’t look away. Could barely breathe.

“I burn when you touch me, Katarina. You make me lose all control. But I’m a little more private, you feel me? So let me get us home, then I’m all yours. I’ve got all kinds of fantasies about this mouth.” Her thumb swept up to coast across my lips. She pressed, and I let her in, licking my tongue over her hot skin and sucking. Sid groaned, the purple of her irises expanding as she watched my cheeks hollow around her finger.

Her other hand wedged between my thighs, slick squelching noises filling the car as she pumped two fingers into me, grinding against my clit with the heel of her hand.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” she panted, fingers filling my mouth and cunt in a fast, urgent rhythm. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Smell so damn good. Gonna take you home. Spend all night with my head between these thighs.”

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