The egg inside me causes slight pressure here and there, and if I move the right way, it brushes against my prostate and makes my dick twitch.
“Are you going to sleep?” I whisper.
“Maybe. But not for long. I want more of your cum.”
I smile to myself and close my eyes.
I’m just about asleep when I feel one of his tentacles moving across my skin. It goes up my thigh, then around my waist, and then… around my cock. It’s wrapped gently, just enough to hold it. It’s warm, comforting.
“I don’t know if cock warming with a tentacle is a thing, but it is now,” I say.
He grunts a response that isn’t words.
If he didn’t know what edging was or the difference between a top and a bottom, I doubt he knows anything about cock warming.
But he’s about to.
I wake up a short time later with Aliko’s tentacle still wrapped around my cock, holding on tightly. The difference now is that I am hard and want to come again. I don’t know if he’s inadvertently suckling on it, or if it’s just him touching me, but I want him to make me come again.
I don’t want to just come. I want Aliko to do it. Going into the bathroom and getting myself off won’t do. Aliko Anson needs to be the one to own my orgasms.
I’d thought of getting on my knees for the drummer of The Unbound since the first day I saw him. I’d considered him fucking me too but wasn’t sure if he’d be into that.
Being in Aliko’s arms feels right. Natural. Like we’ve been doing it for years. Which is why I have no problem turning in his arms as best I can with all his suckers attached to me and running my fingers along his strong jaw until he wakes up.
His eyes pop open, recognition flaring.
“I really want you to make me come again.”
He groans, his dick throbbing against my hip.
“So needy,” he breathes out, loosening his grip on me and rolling to his back.
“For you.”
“Come here.”
His tentacles wrap around my waist, and he pulls me on top of him, so our cocks are squished between us. The egg pushes against my prostate and I can’t hold back the moan. He leans up, capturing my mouth with his and kisses me so deeply andpassionately that I start humping him like a teenager just going through puberty.
He sits up, keeping me in his lap. One of his monster-arms comes between us, wrapping our cocks together. I look so small against him, even though I know my dick is slightly above average. I don’t care about size though. I just care about him touching me.
Something soft prods at my hole before sliding inside.
“How does this feel being in here?” he asks as the arm around our cocks starts to move up and down.
“So good,” I say.
“Maybe you should keep it in there all night. All day too.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “That’s so hot.”
“For now…” He slips inside my hole, and I feel the pressure of him pulling it out. I whimper at the loss. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
He quickly replaces the egg with his tentacle, slipping in enough that I’m tight around him.
“Now let me watch you come,” he says, sitting back slightly so he can look down between us. “Our cocks look so good together, don’t they?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “So hot.”
