Page 45 of Moist!

“Mariner,” I squeak, feeling something touch my foot.

“Sshhh, it’s just me, baby, just some new parts of me. Can finally touch all of ya,” he says, emphasising his words as tentacles tickle my legs “So beautiful, babydoll, just wanna eat ya up.”

A pair of his tentacles slide up my stomach, caressing soft parts of me.

As Mariner kisses down my neck, they move up and latch onto my nipples, sending a shiver down my spine.

Wherever Mariner’s hands aren’t, there’s another part of him playing me like a fiddle.

Tentacles wrap around my legs and spread me open in the cool water like this is the most natural thing.

Mariner bites down on my pulse point, my moans growing louder, echoing around us.

Desperation starts to cloud my thoughts. It has been so long since I’ve let anyone touch me, let alone touched myself. Every breath I take is laboured. My balls ache, full and heavy with need.

“Fuck me.”

Mariner groans into my throat, a sweet guttural sound from his chest that’s music to my ears.

He sounds as desperate as me, and that only spurs me on.

I need him, need this, need him to be real.

I pull his head back and seal our lips together again, groaning into his mouth as he starts to slide around my hard dick, thick tentacle twisting and sucking on my skin before latching on to my tip.

My hips grind against it, or I least try to.

The tentacles around my legs squeeze my soft flesh, spreading them as wide as they can go.

“Fuck, I missed the way you taste, baby. Been dreaming about this, fucking you like this. Just-” he moans, moving one his hands to my neck, flexing just enough, putting just the right amount of pressure on me so the stars form behind my eyes.

“Fuck, can feel you’re ‘bout to come, can feel it fuckin’ everywhere. Hold it for me, babydoll, not yet.”

I scream, an overwhelming pressure building up inside of me as he releases my shaft.

The rest of his tentacles keep teasing me.

It’s sensation overload, my body shaking and tears streaming down my face.

Mariner brings me down slowly, suckers almost kissing the parts of me they were attached to.

Like he’s apologising for the inevitable bruises that will be left behind. As if I won't cherish them.

He kisses my open mouth, lazily fucking his tongue against mine like I wasn't just moments from blowing my load.

I try to return it, sucking on his tongue.

My arms hang onto his shoulder while his hands hold me just above the water.

He squeezes the back of my neck softly, breaking our kiss off with a wet smack.

His nose brushes against mine again, tender and sweet.

“Mariner,” I moan, scraping my nails against his scalp, causing a shiver to rack through his whole being.

“Got'cha babydoll, I know, I remember what a slut you can be, Obbie. Know just how you like it when I edge you stupid. Be a good boy for me, wrap your legs ‘round me.”

Mariner's breathing is harsh, hot against my cheek as I do as he commands.

My legs fit just like they used to, gripping him tight around his waist and his soft belly pushing into mine.

Heated nights spent pressed into his truck bed flash before my eyes, feeling his sweat drip between my chest, hearing him groan my name when he came.

I need it all again, I need Mariner to make me his again.

I never want to go without him again, never want to get off by my own hand again now that I know he is alive.

A thicker tentacle, one that feels more rigid than others moves between our bodies. Mariner's hips move subtly, adjusting himself just enough until he’s pressed right against my asshole.

“I- are you sure, Obbie? Ya know I ain’t the same.” He blushes, his cheeks heating up enough I can feel it under my palm.

“Fuck me.” I stare into his eyes, trying to pour all my longing and sincerity into the look.

The moist tip of his tentacle gently pushes into me.

The slickness that coats all of him, eases the stretch like any good lube.

I let out a deep breath. This ain't nothing I haven't done before.

I like to bottom, and even better, Mariner knows me.

He knows what I like and need. A hand slides down to my dick as a pair of tentacles tease my nipples again.

Pleasure surges through me as he slowly strokes my shaft. The cool water doesn't stop the racing heat in my blood that's barrelling me towards orgasm. I look into Mariner's eyes, see the raw hunger in them, and moan.

Yes. Yes, this is what I missed. This look that he only gave to me. It's unbridled, untethered from any bit of worry about getting caught. My hole stretches as the cups of his tentacles flex inside of me.

“You ready, baby?” He asks, a strain in his voice as he pulls out to just the tip again.

“Please.” I nod.

He plunges into me with one slick motion.

I'm full at last, joined together in a way I didn’t think I’d get to experience again.

The stretch is delicious, just a hint of that too much feeling I love from Mariner.

He rolls his hips slowly, the tentacle inside me jerking, a warm sensation spreading through my body.

“Holy shit,” I moan as it begins to make my fingertips tingle. “Oh fuck, Mariner.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, babydoll-” he stops moving.

“No, fuck, so good.”

Mariner looks at me for a second, the glowing water twinkling.

I watch that shy, almost timid look drop from his face to be replaced with something hungry, feral.

His grin is all teeth as he dives down to kiss me, licking into my mouth.

Water sloshes, and splashes between us, covering everything in a soft glow.

The heat in my balls grows the harder he rails me.

My cries for more, more, more echo around us like a choir.

An invisible audience begging Mariner to ruin me beyond repair.

“Such a dirty baby,” he grunts, tentacles wrapping around me tighter, sucking bruises into my flesh. “Fuckin’ me like this, what am I gonna do with ya? Huh? Fuckin’ slut for me ain’t ya, babydoll.”

It isn’t a question, but I nod, my head falling back into the water as a sucker on his cock attaches over my prostate.

It presses and sucks on that sweet spot, pulling out the neediest sounds I’ve ever made.

The tentacles attached to my nipples won't be out done though, working harder until I'm squirming with a mixture of pain and pleasure. As I draw ragged breath after ragged breath, I feel like I’m drowning in pleasure like never before. Mariner licks my cheek, collecting the tears before they hit the water. I’m surrounded, covered in slick cool tentacles and being fucked within an inch of my life, but I’ve never felt safer.

My whole world narrows down to just Mariner, our bodies finally together again.

“Gon-gonna come,” I grunt. “Fuck, don’t stop, please.”

“I can tell, baby, let go for me. I know this ass can squeeze my dick, wanna feel it. Come for me, now.”

I choke on my scream as my orgasm rockets through my body and out my dick.

The cacophony around us becomes a baritone of gravelly moans and deep praise.

My body’s overstimulated, but Mariner doesn’t stop.

He fucks me, uses me, holds me close when my limbs start to let go.

That drowning feeling takes over, the water consuming me until I feel myself slip away to Mariner moaning my name over and over again as warmth coats my insides.

Drip, drip, drip.

A cool hand on my cheek wakes me up. I lay on my side, a hand dangling off the edge so the water laps at my fingertips.

A delicate ache radiates from between my legs and when I look at Mariner, a new layer of algae already coating him, I smile.

Peace settles over me for a moment, before that all too familiar drop that comes with being with Mariner Bradshaw hits me.

It’s time to go. Sure, he doesn’t have a cold, shitty wife to go back to now, but I have a life, a job that I can’t just leave behind.

“Hey, what’s with that frown, babydoll?”

“It really is just like old times.” I try to smile but feel a sting in my eyes.

“Nah, it ain’t, you ain’t leavin’ and I ain’t either. I’m not gonna let you go, Obbie. Can’t really leave till the water goes down anyhow.” He hushes me, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Is the lake monster gonna hold me hostage?” I joke.

Mariner laughs, something dry and completely lacking in mirth, “No, but I might hafta if my man’s walking around town like that.

” His eyes glanced above me, a light splash setting off the algae long enough for me to see my shorts and torn shirt draped on the rocks.

I stare hard at the shirt, trying to remember how that happened.

“Can’t believe that is what you were wearin’ when I'm not there to see your gorgeous body on display in the light.”

“I-” my thoughts stutter. “I was at a party, and Craig…”

“What do you mean Craig? Craig Kessler?” A flurry of tiny splashes, Mariner's anger explodes through his tentacles, making his body rise above mine. Both of his hands plant on either side of me.

“Yeah, we were smoking,” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to remember what happened. “He asked if I wanted to go swimmin’, told him I couldn’t, and then there was nothing. I woke up here.”

“That piece of shit is still in town?”

I nod, still desperately trying to grasp into memories that aren't there.

“I’m gonna kill that little fucker.”

“What’d he ever do to you?” I ask.

“He’s the reason I’m fuckin’ like this,” Mariner seethes. “Fuckin’ shot me in those woods. Piece of shit killed Pauline, tried to kill me, I mean hell, maybe he did. That pissant, when I get my hands on him, I’m gonna wring that scrawny neck.”

“Craig Kessler did all that?” I’m struggling to believe he could hurt a fly. He’s too sweet a boy for that. “He-c’mon?”

“Baby, would I lie to ya?”

“No.” I reach out, stroking a hand over his chest, spreading the green over his pale skin. “You let me do the investigating this time then, all right? I can’t have ya run off on me again.”

A tentacle slides up my exposed thigh, sucking more marks onto my skin.

“You’re stuck with me now, babydoll.”