Page 23 of Tentacles for Christmas

“Can you, maybe, take some of this…off me?” Cam asked, pausing between kisses to get the words out.

Without removing my lips from Cam’s, I used one tentacle to reach around and unzip their wetsuit while another two tentacles tugged the tight, wet fabric from their body. When Cam’s hands were freed, they helped until their stiff cock was revealed.

Leaning back, I held one tentacle near their erection. Cam had said to touch them wherever they liked, but I’d never had my proverbial hands on anyone else before. “May I?”

“Please, Rowen,” Cam begged. “No need to be polite. Just—”

Their pleas cut off when my breeding tentacle wrapped around their hard dick. I thought it would be better than the suckers, which I wasn’t sure would feel good on sensitive skin, but I didn’t anticipate how it would feel for me.

Cam arched their back and cried out in apparent ecstasy. I was a virgin, but I’d watched enough porn to know what pleasure lookedlike. Seeing it in person, being the one to cause such a reaction, was better than I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams.

Stroking Cam, I pulsed my tentacle, hoping it would feel good to them like it did to me, and they moaned.

“Fuck, so close. Feels so good,” Cam shuddered. “Don’t stop!”

Their arms were loose on me, and I realized I didn’t care if I came. I wanted their orgasm more than I wanted my next breath. The desire to be inside of Cam was hard to ignore. Would they let me into their hole? Maybe I could come and use the release to ease my way. I could make my tentacle very small, perhaps working them up.

Cam’s mouth formed a perfect O as they threw their head back on a silent moan. I imagined my tentacle slipping past their lips and onto their tongue. Would Cam suck me? The idea had the tentacle wrapped around Cam’s dick squeezing, which pushed them right over the edge.

“Yes, come for me,” I muttered in an echo of my words when Cam caught me getting off to them.

Cam shook in my arms, gripping tight as cum spilled over my tentacle in hot pulses. When they went limp and winced, oversensitive, I lifted the tentacle to my lips to taste them. Cam’s essence was musky, and reminded me of the salted caramel drink they loved to make me.

As far as first times go, I was fairly certain mine was better than most.

Chapter fifteen

Cam

WhateverRowenrevealedtome, I was apparently down for it. Somehow, my hot, brooding crush went from never-been-kissed to holy-shit-sex-god in the span of two days. I wasn't complaining, but it certainly came as a surprise. There was something to be said for building up to getting together for so long. A slow burn right into explosive chemistry like I’d never felt before.

After months of pining over the man, of asking him out only to be staring at the dust in his wake as he ran away, I was getting to know the real Rowen Finley. He was shy and quiet with strangers, but not afraid of sharing his truths and being vulnerable.

Rowen could tell me he killed his parents as a child, and that’s why he was orphaned, and I’d probably console him. Something about Rowen had me falling headfirst without a parachute. I knew he’d catch me.

Octopus shifter? Sure, why not. Was it unusual? Ab-so-fucking-lutely. It was also hot as all get-out.

“Are you okay? Cold?” Rowen asked, shifting to see my face.

My wet suit was barely covering my ass, but my head and legs were still insulated. Rowen’s tentacles wrapped around my arms and upper body, protecting them from the harsh wind coming off the cold lake water.

“I’m good,” I assured him. Still, I was half-naked and wet on a rock. At night. In December. As my orgasm drifted away, the chill seeped back in. “I could use a fireplace and a bearskin rug, if you’ve got them?”

Rowen chuckled, “Not on my houseboat, I’m afraid, but I have something better. Or maybe just as good. Almost as good? Depending on your opinion.”

“Really selling it,” I teased. “Help me zip up?”

“Of course.” Rowen rushed to help. I stared at his red tentacles with their white suckers that got bigger the higher up his arms. I’d almost forgotten how unusual they were, though the one he used on my dick had been smooth at the tip.

Sitting up, Rowen’s many appendages made fast work of getting me suited up and I found my glove behind me. “You’ll have to show me this rock sometime in the daylight.”

“Why? Did you drop something? I can see fine in the dark and underwater, if you want me to look for it?”

Patting his upper arm—shoulder? —I couldn’t help thinking this octopus had big golden retriever energy. “No, nothing is missing. But it might be nice to remember where this night happened.”

Rowen regarded me and licked his lower lip. He had a look of surprise and reverence, and I could get used to him looking at me like that. As if I’d hung the moon for him.

“Sure. I can take you out on my boat sometime.”