Page 33 of Holiday Wishes and Tentacle Dreams

Whatever the deal was, the sensations were incredible. Jake’s moaning grew to a shout at the added stimulation.

Still, Doren tortured him with the snail’s pace of their moment. Despite that, the flick against his hole changed to something more intense, as the finger—slick and wet—pressed against his entrance.

Slick? When had Doren gotten lube? Jake didn’t have the available brainpower to figure it out.

When the slippery appendage breached his clenched muscle, he orgasmed, screaming as he poured his cum down Doren’s throat. His blood pressure spiked and then dropped, causing bursts of light behind his eyelids.

It took a good minute for his body to stop shaking, which wasn’t helped along by the fact that Doren continued to blow him. It soon became ticklish, and ultimately Jake had to push on their shoulders to get them off.

Doren chuckled, their laugh low and mischievous. They stood, their shorts tented by an enormous erection.

Once Jake had recovered enough to think, he pivoted so that he could lie horizontally on the couch.

“Please. Feed me your cock. Fuck my face. I need it.”

The corners of Doren’s mouth curled up in a smirk at Jake’s words, and they slid their shorts down to their ankles and stepped out of them.

Doren’s cock wasglorious. Longer and a little skinnier than Jake’s, it was pink and throbbing. Jake opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

Doren lined up their dick and pushed inside. The taste of it was the perfect mix of sweet and salty, like pineapple and salt water. He moaned as his lips closed around it.

All he wanted was for Doren to use his mouth for their pleasure, and he got his wish. After a few slow thrusts, Doren sped up, and Jake reveled in the fucking. The head of Doren’s cock hit the entrance to his throat over and over again. The sound of Doren’s low grunts stirred a deep sense of contentment in Jake.

He loved giving pleasure like this, loved being used. Once Doren saw how eager Jake was, they wound the fingers of one hand through his hair.

Then it was on. Doren thrust even as they guided Jake’s head in, leaving no room for worry or thought of any kind. He was a receptacle, an erotic machine, built to please his person.

Doren let out a stream of filthy words as they sped up.

“Your mouth is so perfect for me. You’re my slut, aren’t you? My perfect slut. You don’t need food to live. All you need is my cum to fill your belly. Once you’ve tasted me, you’ll never be able to stop. You’ll be desperate to have my dick in your mouth all the time. You’ll kneel and plead for it, and I’ll be so happy to give you what you need. If you’re good.”

Tears formed at the corners of Jake’s eyes even as a sense of floating bliss filled his body.

“Are you ready, sweetheart? I’m going to fill you up. I have so much cum for you, and you’re going to take. It. Now.”

Doren roared as their cock pulsed, shooting reams of spunk down Jake’s throat. It tasted amazing, sweet and savory, almost like salted caramel. God, he could live on Doren’s cum alone.

Blonde pubic hair brushed against Jake’s nostrils as Doren buried their cock to the hilt, holding his head in place against their pelvis. Jake couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t mind. He adored letting go of control, allowing someone else to be in charge.

When Doren released him, Jake sighed contentedly. Doren caressed his cheek and pulled him up to a sitting position, wrapping their arms around him.

“That was amazing,” Jake whispered, leaning back against the couch. His limbs were like wet noodles. He was exhausted, which was ridiculous, considering he had woken up less than an hour before. “I love how you sometimes talk like you’re in Wuthering Heights, but you can also be so filthy.”

“I haven’t read only classics, you know.” Doren kissed him on the ear with a tender lightness. “And what can I say? You bring it all out. You are perfect for me.”

Jake thought his chest would burst, he was so full of happiness. At that moment, he wasn’t broken. He wasn’t ill. There was nothing wrong with him. Doren hadn’t been disgusted by him, or angry at him, or anything.

Doren had said he was perfect. For the first time in years, Jake entertained the possibility that it could be true someday. Maybe in a few hours, or even a few minutes, he would have to face his troubles, but at this moment, he’d connected with his…What was Doren to him?

Without stopping to overthink, Jake opened his mouth and let the words tumble out. “Are you my partner? I’m not sure what to call you. I haven’t dated anyone nonbinary before, and I don’t think boyfriend or girlfriend applies. That is, if you think we’re even there yet. I’m sorry if I’ve misread this, I just?—”

Doren interrupted Jake’s rambling by pressing their lips to his in a tender, lingering kiss. Jake’s heart rate slowed as they stayed connected, until finally Doren broke off, almost as if they could sense Jake calming down.

“Your person. I’m your person.”

Chapter Eleven

DOREN