Page 39 of Holiday Wishes and Tentacle Dreams
Tears were streaming from Jake’s eyes now, although he couldn’t remember when they’d started. No one had ever made him feel like this. No boyfriend had ever taken care of him in thisway. He’d always been the one doing the caretaking, which he didn’t mind, but that wasn’t him anymore.
Now he was Doren’s.
He was hurtling toward the edge, which…wasn’t possible? Nothing was touching his dick! But that didn’t matter. The tip of the tentacle ruthlessly hit his prostate, and as it did, Jake’s balls tightened and the base of his spine tingled.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna?—”
He wasn’t able to finish the sentence as a geyser of cum exploded from him, shooting up onto his stomach in long white ropes. A hoarse shout accompanied the orgasm, and Jake’s universe went white.
It was all too much at once. His brain and his body decided together that it was time to give up. Before he knew it, consciousness slipped away as he allowed himself to be cradled in his lover’s tentacles.
When Jake came to, he was no longer downstairs in the living room of the beach house. Instead, he was lying on top of the covers of his enormous bed, cuddled against Doren, his ass resting against Doren’s crotch. The morning sun poured into the bedroom, bathing everything in a comforting amber. Jake let out a deep sigh and slipped out of Doren’s embrace.
God, his alien was beautiful. With all their tentacles now retracted, Doren was their full human self, and they were a sight for sore eyes. Miles of beautiful, sun-kissed skin covering the long, lean muscles of a swimmer’s build. Fine blonde hair in all the right places. And that face. Even asleep, it held the promise of a smile.
From his position on the bed, Jake caught a flash of light on the face of his phone. Scooting over to it, he saw that it was a call from his grandmother. Grabbing the phone, he headed down the stairs as he answered it.
“Gram?”
“Jakie! I’m so happy to hear your voice, you little asshole!”
Flinching at her volume and overexuberance, Jake headed straight for the coffee maker. “Hi, Gram. What’s going on?”
“I can’t just want to hear my favorite grandson’s voice?” The loud sound of chewing followed her question. Maybe nuts? She loved her cashews.
“First off, I’m your only grandson. Second, if you didn’t have an agenda, I’d be worried an alien had taken you over.” Jake grimaced a little at his own words. He actually did have an alien asleep in the beach house, which was…well, he didn’t know what Gram’s reaction would be to that.
“Sure, but you don’t have to say it out loud like that.” Another handful of nuts.
Jake chuckled lightly. “Idolove you, Gram.”
“Oh, I know. Everyone loves me. I’m having to beat ‘em off with a stick at the senior center.”
Jake groaned, but couldn’t help but smile. “Glad you’re having fun. Don’t need to hear about it.”
The noise of a door creaking open came through the phone receiver, followed by his grandmother yelling into the room behind her. “Just go home, Fred. I don’t want you to make me breakfast, and I’m sure as hell not cooking foryou.”
She let out a loud sigh as she brought the receiver back to her mouth. Jake focused in on the drip of the coffee into the quarter-filled pot, trying to block out whatever sexy shenanigans were going on in Massachusetts.
“Anyway, I’m calling to make sure you’re still driving down for Christmas dinner next week. The cat will be fine alone for a day. Or if it’s a problem, we can keep her in the spare bedroom.”
Jake hummed under his breath, considering his grandmother’s question. He would hate to miss Christmas dinner with her, but he wondered about Doren. Would the alien have anywhere to be on Christmas? Would they care it was Christmas at all?
Jake wasn’t religious himself, but he adored the holiday with its pageantry and its message of peace and goodwill. He didn’t want Doren to be lonely on Christmas. He’d been looking forward to spending the day with them.
But this was hisgrandmother. She was his only genuine family.
“Of course, Gram. I’ll come down. MP will be fine alone at the beach house for a day.”
Jake’s grandmother didn’t reply for a long moment, and he wondered if she was still trying to get rid of Fred. Finally, she said, “That was a long pause. Did you find yourself a beau in Linwood Falls?”
Dammit, she was practically psychic when it came to him. Just once, it would be great to keep something from her, for a little while at least. Jake sighed, which was followed by the beeping of the coffee maker announcing the contents were ready.
“I’ve started seeing someone new, yes. But it’s only been a couple of weeks.”
“You know everyone is welcome at my house for Christmas, Jakie.” Her welcoming words had an accusatory undertone. “There’s no reason for your beau to stay away.”
“Beau is such a weird word,” Jake replied, trying to deflect her questioning, even though he knew it would do no good.