I do. I haven’t pulled my gaze from him for a second. My eyes are like the needle on a compass and Aliko is North. I couldn’t pull away if I wanted to.
“I’m going to come, Leif. Keep watching. Don’t look away. I want you to see me.” He groans deeply. My jaw drops open as cum shoots out of his fat tip, landing all over his chest, all the way up to his chin. He goes and goes—and then, my own dick erupts, my hand slamming against the wall as my dick pulses, the orgasm nearly bringing me to my knees.
I keep my eyes open the entire time, as difficult as it is, and watch every last bit of cum spill from his thick cock that’s still hard and wrapped in his grip.
My eyes lock with Aliko’s from across this room, the look on his face is pure satisfaction.
“Come here,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.
As I step toward him, I move around my cum that’s on the floor.
“On the bed. Kneel here.” He pats the side of his bed. “And clean up this mess.”
“Fuck,” I hiss as I look down at all the cum on his chest and stomach.
I came but I’m not nearly close to being satisfied, and if his dick being hard is any indication, neither is he. At least not sexually. In the way that he did what he’d intended by driving me to come hands-free, then yes.
I lean forward, placing one hand on his strong thigh, while the other rests on the bed right beside him, and I swipe my tongue through his warm cum.
His hand slides up my thigh, his finger finding my hole, and he slides right in.
“Mm,” he moans. “You left it in.”
I keep licking him, cleaning up his mess, and feeling the way his muscles tense beneath my tongue. From the corner of my eye, I see his dick throbbing, still leaking, and I want to wrap my lips around that instead.
I make my way down and go to do just that. Aliko catches my jaw with a tentacle, turning my head to face him.
“No,” he says firmly. “Do as I said.”
He brushes the egg which causes it to hit my prostate and I cry out, then do as he said and work my way up his chest.
He replaces his fingers with a tentacle, and I feel the egg being removed as I lick and nip at his throat, working my way up to his jaw and then his mouth. He kisses me deeply. This could be his weakness right here. I straddle him, finding his cock and sinking onto it before he can tell me no.
He groans, hands digging into my thighs as he thrusts into me.
“Did you learn your lesson?” he asks.
I smile as I push myself up to sit and rock my hips forward.
“I think I’ll do it on purpose next time.”
He grins, reaching for my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Sensitive.”
“That won’t stop me.”
Of course it won’t.
I’ve opened up this man sexually and now he’s going to use everything he’s learned to torture me. It’s my own fault, really.
I come first this time, but Aliko follows shortly after. Neither of us can move for a long time, but eventually we get up and shower before crawling back into bed together.
He holds me like he always does, and I fall asleep like I always do. He wraps his tentacle around my cock, keeping it safe and warm for the night.
Something in my chest feels slightly different tonight than it has before. A certain organ is beating just a little differently… for Aliko.
Chapter Seventeen
