Page 36 of A Siren Song for Christmas

Malachi smiled, revealing his sharpened teeth. Two tentacles reached for Trent’s drawers. “Shall we remove these?”

Trent lifted his hips, and the drawers slid down his legs. His cock slapped against his belly, aching and throbbing with need. He was bare and exposed before Malachi.

The tip of a single tentacle slid from Trent’s foot, up his ankle, to his knee, and to his thigh. For half a second, it paused, tip teasing the skin of his hip.

Trent held his breath.

Then the tentacle wrapped around his cock and squeezed.

Chapter

Nineteen

Trent cried out as Malachi’s tentacle squeezed his prick. The pressure rotated around and around his cock. His eyes fell shut. Then Malachi’s tentacle stroked from base to tip, up and down. He whimpered. Then the tentacle released him.

Trent’s eyes snapped open. “Please,” he begged, reaching for Malachi. He clutched at Malachi’s waist with his fingers but couldn’t find purchase.

Malachi yanked his own drawers off. But before Trent could get a proper look at Malachi’s naked body and his cock, the siren lay on top of him.

Their bodies slotted together. Malachi’s body weight settled on top of him, pushing him into the mattress. Malachi’s thigh pressed against his cock.

Trent moaned. Malachi’s mouth met his, capturing the sound. Then he realised he could feel Malachi’s dick against him.

Horny hexes!Trent wanted to see it. He wanted to touch it!

But that meant pulling back and losing the pressure of Malachi’s body against his own. So instead, Trent reached up and gripped Malachi’s head as they kissed. He slid his fingers back, touching the bases of the tentacles. They writhed. Hereached further back, wrapping his hand around one of them, and squeezed.

Malachi rocked against him. They both groaned. Trent arched up, yearning for more. More of what, he wasn’t certain. But still he knew without a doubt that he wanted it.

Tentacles slid along Trent’s skin, touching, caressing, pulsing…and sucking. Suckers along the tentacles attached to his skin and tugged.

Trent’s brain turned to mush. They frotted, his cock rubbing against Malachi. Then Malachi pulled away, leaving Trent gasping on the bed.

“Wha…” But before Trent could finish the word, Malachi slid down his body, pressing kisses to skin as hands and tentacles brushed against him. He closed his eyes, giving himself over to Malachi’s ministrations.

Malachi pressed a kiss to Trent’s navel. Still he moved lower and lower until his hot breath brushed against Trent’s groin.

With force, Trent lifted his head. Because if Malachi was going to do what Trent thought he was going to do, he would rather die than miss seeing it.

Malachi glanced up at him, his pupils large. His blue lips hovered above Trent’s cock. Two tentacles slid around Trent’s thigh, wrapping around his legs down to his ankles. They tugged Trent’s legs wide, exposing him completely to Malachi.

Trent sucked in a breath.

Another of Malachi’s tentacles moved towards Trent’s crotch. The tip feathered along his prick. Trent held completely still. Then the tentacle gripped the base of his cock and angled it upwards, towards Malachi’s swollen and wet lips.

Anticipation and arousal skittered along Trent’s skin. Malachi licked his lips. Then slowly he lowered his head, inch by agonising inch, towards Trent’s prick. His tongue stuck out from between sharp teeth.

Then Malachi’s tongue pressed against the slit of Trent’s dick.

A choking sound escaped him.

Malachi swirled his tongue around the head before returning to tonguing the slit.

“Oh!” Trent’s fingers spasmed in the bed.

Then Malachi’s mouth opened wide. His lips slid along the length of Trent’s cock as he took Trent into his mouth.

Trent’s arms giving out, his head hit the bed as sweet, wet warmth surrounded his dick. He tried to thrust deeper. But he couldn’t. The tentacles wrapped around his legs wouldn’t let him. They held him too firmly. He had to give himself over to the pleasure of Malachi’s lips sliding up and down his cock.