Page 64 of Music of the Ocean

Saxby’s lips parted as he gasped.

The mesh platform creaked softly beneath them as Indigo’s tentacles wound more securely around Saxby’s form, weaving a living cocoon of touch and heat. Their bodies tangled, one of Indigo’s larger tentacles nudging between Saxby’s thighs, opening them.

Their chests were pressed so close the faint drumming of their hearts became indistinguishable. Indigo’s mouth left Saxby’s, only to trail a burning path along the line of his jaw and down to the hollow of his throat.

Indigo nipped the sensitive skin beneath Saxby’s ear, then soothed the mark with a warm, languid kiss. The scent of musk thickened in the water, heady and pervasive, coiling around them like a second set of tentacles.

Indigo lingered at the base of Saxby’s neck, gently nuzzling the soft skin. He traced an intricate pattern with his tongue. Then, he started to suck, drawing the blood to the surface and deepening the love bite with each pulse.

“Shit, yeah, mark me.” Saxby groaned as Indigo.

When Indigo was done, he leaned back to admire his work. Saxby wore his mark, satisfying the primal part of him. Saxby stared back, his gaze heavy.

Indigo’s hands fluttered around Saxby, coming to rest at the collar of Saxby’s shirt. He tugged at the material. “Take it off?”

“Yes, yes, please!”

Indigo stripped off the shirt with teasing touches that continued over Saxby’s throat, down to his nipples.

“Mmm, yes.” Saxby arched into the touch. “Play with them. I love that.”

But instead of doing that, several of Indigo’s tentacles hovered, brushing against the underside of Saxby’s wrists.

“Indigo? Come on, don’t leave me hanging—”

Indigo suddenly curled a few of his tentacles firmly around both of Saxby’s wrists. His gaze searched Saxby’s face for any sign of resistance or discomfort. “Okay?”

Saxby responded with a low, guttural moan that vibrated the water between them. He arched his hips, thrusting his rigid cock against Indigo’s body. The gesture was both desperate and deliberate, an unmistakable signal of consent.

Indigo’s restraint vanished as he pushed Saxby back into the mesh. He could almost swear he heard the snap as control fled. His tentacles constricted, drawing Saxby’s wrists together, and in one fluid motion, Indigo pinned Saxby’s hands above his head.

Saxby’s breath hitched.

Indigo growled at the new position. It accentuated the curve of Saxby’s rib cage and stretched his body taut, presenting him like an offering. Indigo’s body responded with a rush of desire so intense it threatened to fracture what was left of his composure.

He leaned in, letting the tips of his other tentacles trace patterns up and down Saxby’s forearms and biceps, sending shivers over his captive’s quivering muscles.

Saxby’s eyes fluttered shut, head lolling backward against the mesh, baring his throat.

Unable to resist such an invitation, Indigo pressed his lips to the hollow of Saxby’s throat again, and then he trailed open-mouthed wet kisses upward to Saxby’s jaw, while a pair of tentacles crept lower, twisting around Saxby’s hips and pinning them to the firm mesh.

He felt Saxby’s cock, which was caught between their bodies, strain with every racing heartbeat.

Indigo flicked his tongue along the shell of Saxby’s ear, then whispered a string of words in his native tongue that sounded primal even to his own ears. He let his hand skate down the smooth plane of Saxby’s chest, pausing at a nipple.

His thumb circled the first, the touch ghostly light, and then he pinched and twisted, rolling the bud between his fingers until Saxby keened and bucked against his tentacles.

Indigo grinned, drunk on the desire radiating off Saxby. He gave the other nipple matching treatment, alternating between pinching and soothing, creating a rhythm that had Saxby panting.

Indigo’s tentacles shifted, tightening minutely each time Saxby struggled, then relaxing as he subsided, reinforcing the dynamic with every cycle.

Saxby’s gasps grew higher pitched as his entire body jolted. Indigo could feel the tremors reverberate through the water and into his own bones.

Indigo moved lower, dragging his tongue down to Saxby’s sternum, then nipped at the sensitive skin above the navel. He trailed one of his hands along Saxby’s side, his fingernails scraping gently against the sharp jut of his hip bone.

The mesh beneath them creaked as Indigo shifted his weight, angling Saxby’s body so that his cock was thrust upward, bobbing in the water. Indigo pinned Saxby there, legs spread open. What a sight.

With his hands still bound, Saxby could only writhe as his hips canted upward in desperate search of friction. Indigo obliged by grinding his body against Saxby’s, the heat between them mounting with every movement.