I run my hand over the curve of his shoulder and on to his chest. “I want you Sirin. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”
“You make me want to give up everything, just to be with you.” He exhales… he’s close. “I hate anything—anyone—who keeps me from you.”
“I hate them too.”
“Fuck, Annika,” he groans my real name as his cum fills me and spills from me. He whispers it as he thrusts again and again, until his cock is empty and I amfloodedjust like he wants.
He rolls us, so any cum that spills out of me falls onto his inner tentacles instead of staining me.
Holding me on top of him, still impaled, he strokes my back and my hair.
I enjoy the stillness of it and watch the planet out the window.
We can't… but part of me wishes we could stay here like this, forever.
“You called me Annika.” I say, softly.
“I did.” One of his tentacles tips my chin up and he asks, “Do you want me to call you Cherry instead?”
“I don’t know.”
“You said no to dinner when you thought it was pity… I want more of you, Annika. Will you let me feed you and talk to you face to face the way we have screen to screen for so long?”
I glance down at my hand, wrapped in his tentacle. “I would love to go to dinner with you, Sirin.”
“And I will call you whatever name you desire.”
CHAPTER 1
The restaurant Sirin takes me to is cozy and quiet and… notprivate, but it is out of the way.
Plenty of people see us, but it’s pretty clear the people who work here know he doesn’t want to be bothered or fussed over.
It’s also pretty clear that he doesn’t bring other people with him when he comes.
The staff look at me with varying numbers of wide eyes before quickly turning back to what they’re doing.
“When I do go out to eat,” Sirin says softly as he settles into a chair that reminds me of a tipped teacup, “this is where I wind up.”
“The only place?”
He nods and his tentacles wrap around my waist, pulling me into the chair with him. Under other circumstances, I might object, but… I like being on him, close to him like this.
“You are going to have to let me up at some point unless you want crumbs all over you.”
He laughs and holds me closer to him for a moment, kissing me, and then, the chair moves, tipping us upright and his tentacles lift me into the other chair.
“No one can fault me for wanting to keep hold of you now that I have you.”
Least of all, me. I don’t want to let go either.
The waiter brings us drinks, setting them on the table that moves down from the ceiling, settling itself exactly where we need it.
She leaves without asking us if we need anything, or if we’d like to order… “There aren’t any menus.”
“No, there aren’t.” Wrapping a tentacle around his glass, he drinks it like a shot. “The reason I like it here is because you don’t order. They give you what you get.”
“I hope they have human food, then.”
