Page 55 of Habibi: Always and Forever
I mewled. My cock was sensitive after being trapped all day, and I was ready to burst. The orgasm spread through me like fire and I spasmed.
Ner pulled his tentacle out of the slit in my dick, but kept the pulsing around it going.
My cum shot high up and landed on my abdomen.
The second spurt splatted over Ner’s grip on me, and I kept coming, meeting Ner’s gaze in the mirror.
He’d told me once that I was his drug, and now his wide pupils and glowing eyes showed me that he was addicted in the best way.
He parted his lips and mouthed a declaration of love before he tensed with his own peak.
He came down my throat in spurts that I tried to swallow as fast as I could until it became too much.
Ner withdrew, sending his gushing cocktacle loose, spraying his cum all over me and around us.
I gasped for air and trembled in his hold, my body still shaking from the orgasm.
“You milk me so well, my monsterfucker.” Ner groaned as his other cocktacle twitched inside me. He pulled out slowly, leaving my hole parted and dripping with his cum. I looked in the mirror, and it showed me exactly how I felt—utterly debauched and high on being happy.
“Can I keep your cum in for tonight?”
“I knew you’d ask that.” Ner grinned, and without changing our position, reached one tentacle into his backpack and pulled out a silicone butt plug.
We both watched in the reflection as he slid the toy into place until my rim loosely closed around the narrow part of the silicone. I made a mental note to try and keep the plug inside tonight. My tight leathers would help.
Ner tapped the base of the toy and set me down on my feet, still holding me around my waist. “Now you’ll be full of my cum as you accept the award.”
I licked a trail of cum off his cheek, not knowing whether it was mine or his. “We may not win.”
“Doesn’t matter to me. I won already.” Ner took my mouth in a passionate kiss, cleaning up the mess he’d made there. “With you.”
I wrapped my arms around him in a crushing embrace. “I feel the same. Happy anniversary, my kinky monster.”
He burst out laughing. “I love you, my monsterfucker.”
“I love you too.”
We stumbled into the shower, fumbling with the small stall and the bottle of soap. My shark tooth necklace was drenched with our releases, and I couldn’t help giggling throughout the process of our quick wash.
Drying in record speed, we stepped into the room, which looked like a cum-filled tornado had run through it.
“We always leave a big tip for the cleaners, but we need to up our game this time.” I nudged Ner with my elbow and reached for a fresh pair of leathers, thankfully still protected by the travel bag.
“Yeah, at least a few grand for this carnage. They’re not getting paid enough for this shit.” Ner wrapped his cockacles around his legs and pulled on his loose black pants and heavy boots.
“We could stop making a mess.” I snorted.
“How? I can’t keep my tentacles off you.”
A knock on the door startled me, and Ner righted us in a split second with all his tentacles working overtime. With towels on the floor and the room in disarray, we stood like teens caught doing something naughty.
“Come in,” I yelled.
Zoe was the first to enter, and she didn’t hide her amusement as she ran a hand through her short hair, flexing her biceps. “Move your asses. They won’t wait for us.”
I couldn’t have asked for a better drummer and a friend who always had my back, even when I’d behaved like an idiot, letting Ner fly off to Greece without me confessing my feelings.
Vinny and Jeremy, our bassist and guitarist respectively, only poked their heads in, taking in the mess of a room.
“Smells like sex in here.” Jeremy looked up, and I followed his gaze.
White, wiggling stalactites that were unmistakably cum hung from the ceiling in a random pattern.
Vinny yanked Jeremy by his studded belt. “Of course it does. Let’s go.”
Ner turned me around in his arms and held up my shark mask. “Ready?”
“Yeah.” The familiar scent of leather put me at ease, and I pulled on the mask. It didn’t hide my identity anymore, but let me stay myself behind it, even if Ner’s touch grounded me.
We joined the trio and followed the instructions to find our seats.
Seeing our friends from the business getting the recognition they deserved was a privilege, but the tension grew as the evening progressed and got closer to the categories we’d been nominated in.
The anticipation spiked when a woman I’ve been worshipping since childhood stepped on the stage with an envelope. My stomach twisted as I listened to the one and only Joan Jett read the nominees.
“The award for best Rock Album of the Year goes to…” She opened the envelope and nodded in approval. “Swimming with the Sharks!”
A rush rose through my body, and I turned to my friends. All five of us shot to our feet and hugged each other, grinning and mumbling we-did-it's and well-dones. As we made our way to the stage, I grabbed Ner’s tentacle and wrapped it around my waist, needing to feel his touch on me.
Everyone expected me to make the speech, and that was what the rest of the band preferred too, so I accepted the heavy statue and lifted it up, then turned to the band and handed it to Zoe.
I took in the crowd, full of fellow musicians that I’ve always looked up to, and others who have admitted to being inspired by us.
Yet, I’d rather be standing in front of our fans and thank them for supporting us through the ups and downs of the band, and waiting for me to sort my shit out.
Then I’d met Nereus, and my personal life as well as professional one had all fallen into place, and we could create new music together.
Even though no one could see my face behind the mask, I smiled and leaned into the mic.
“Thank you. It’s a great honor to receive this award again.
As always, the album was a joint effort, and this time we had Ner help us in the next stage of Swimming with the Sharks.
The biggest thanks to all our fans, and shout-out to everyone who thinks they don’t belong.
You do. Don’t give up, and you’ll find your people. ”
Zoe came over and lifted the statue. “Thanks!”
I leaned into Ner as we made our way backstage, releasing a long breath. Some things I’d never get used to. And receiving awards for making my dreams come true was among the top ones.
“How’s my fiancé?” I whispered into Ner’s ear.
“Do you think anyone noticed?” Ner turned the ring on his finger, grinning.
“Guys,” Zoe stepped in front of us, pointing the statue like a gun. “Everyone and their mom saw that fucking ring.”
“Yup.” Jeremy smirked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. “Good job diverting the attention towards you. The three of us will get some peace even after today’s win.”
Vinny squinted, leaning toward Ner’s hand. “Is it glowing?”
We all stared at the trinket like a fellowship, gathered on stage left, oblivious to the next award being given away.
“Yeah, it’s brighter and feels warm on my finger.” Ner lifted his hand.
“What does that mean?” I touched the ring and confirmed Ner’s observation.
“You said it yourself that it’s a symbol of belonging to each other, and preternatural magic agrees with you.
I was never sure if the old tales about soulmates were true until I met you.
” Ner pulled me closer, wrapping his tentacles around me.
“Now, we’ll have physical confirmation. The magic that has shaped the world is telling us loud and clear that we are meant to be together forever. ”
“Holy shit, does that mean Rick will live longer?” Vinny squealed, clutching his many silver necklaces like a string of pearls.
“Yes, he’ll live as long or as short as I will.” Ner looked at me with glassy eyes and affection clear on his face. “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s more than I could ever ask for.” I snuggled against him, finding comfort in his embrace even though my head was reeling.
Ner steered us to a secluded area for VIPs, and we took a seat on a velvet couch in the corner. I needed privacy, and this was the best rock stars could get after accepting an award.
I squeezed Ner’s hand. “I’ll remember this day as one marking the rest of our lives.”
“We’ll have each other. Forever.” Ner wrapped himself around me, holding me in a cocoon of happiness and suckers. “I’m thinking of wedding venues.”
I snorted. That was fast. “How about your parents’ restaurant?”
“Oh, they’d love that.” Ner tapped his chin with a tentacle. “Until most of the guests attend in leather outfits.”
“We can make it a theme.” I chuckled, the joy filling every fiber of my being.
Next week we’d go on tour again, soak up all the energy from fans, and enjoy ourselves on stage.
But before then, we’d spend a few days alone together, and as always, go from sex to snuggling, creating music, and back to sex.
My favorite combination and something that I’d have the privilege of enjoying with Ner for as long as we both lived.
THE END