Page 65 of Music of the Ocean

Indigo’s hand returned to one of Saxby’s nipples. This time he pinched hard enough to draw a strangled moan, and then he massaged the area, soothing the sting with gentle circles.

Indigo took the hard nub into his mouth.

Saxby arched against the grip of tentacles that held him. His needy moans climbed in pitch, each one more desperate than the last.

Indigo sucked harder, pulling at the nipple with his lips. He let it slip from his mouth to tongue the swollen peak in lazy circles. His tentacles flexed and relaxed, rhythmically tightening on Saxby’s wrists and hips in time with the suction, reinforcing the sense of inescapable restraint.

A fresh wave of heat flooded Saxby’s face, cheeks flushed pink. His hips bucked up, and his cock, rigid and bobbing, left streaks of precome in the water.

Indigo glanced down, pleased.

“Indigo, I need—” Saxby strained against the tentacles, trying to get closer.

A strangled growl broke from Indigo as he watched Saxby hanging in front of him with his mouth slightly open, gasping. “So sexy.”

Indigo suddenly moved back, and his tentacles jerked Saxby up to his knees and forced his bound hands behind his back. He liked seeing Saxby like this before him. Very much.

He pulled Saxby flush against him, and Saxby’s dick moved against Indigo’s stomach, the friction making him leak precome. Indigo growled louder.

Grinding against Indigo, Saxby rocked gently, then whimpered. “It feels good, but, but… Indigo, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to… to… I want…”

“What? Tell me what you want.” Indigo demanded.

Saxby blushed. “Fill my mouth. Gag me with one of your tentacles as you jerk me off.”

An electric jolt of want pulsed through Indigo’s limbs and coiled at the base of his spine. He went utterly still. His tentacles, which had been holding Saxby, suddenly convulsed as he tried to process the raw, shameless request.

The image of Saxby’s mouth open, his cheeks stretched around the girth of a tentacle, lit up Indigo with a surge of heat so sharp it was almost painful.

Indigo never dared to assume Saxby would want this. He’d hoped, sure, but Saxby’s open hunger for it? How Saxby’s voice had gone hoarse and needy? How his cheeks flushed with arousal and vulnerability? It caught Indigo off guard.

Something deep and possessive unfurl in his chest, a wild animal tearing at its leash.

Saxby’s wrists, still bound by two thick tentacles, tensed as he anticipated what was next. Indigo’s free hand trembled where it hovered above Saxby’s navel, caught between the urge to keep teasing and making him come.

Indigo ducked his head and took a shuddering breath against the crook of Saxby’s neck. He let the air out slowly, tasting the salt of Saxby’s skin. For a heartbeat, he hesitated, then another tentacle rose.

It wasn’t his mating tentacle. They hadn’t discussed Indigo’s anatomy, and he refused to scare Saxby with something he wasn’t expecting. So, a regular tentacle would have to work. But oh, how he wished it was his mating tentacle.

Saxby’s eyes grew round as Indigo brought the tip up to Saxby’s mouth, and with a trembling gentleness, brushed it across his lips. He twisted the tentacle in a slow spiral, stroking the seam of Saxby’s mouth until it parted on a reflexive gasp.

He waited, savoring the anticipation, as Saxby’s mouth opened wider, tongue peeking out to taste. The touch of his tongue was electric. Indigo rocked forward, instinctive, and his mating tentacle twitched hard in its sheath. He refused to let it out. But it was close.

His tentacles flexed again, holding Saxby even tighter, trapping him in a living prison of muscle and touch. At the same time, another tentacle slid along the inside of Saxby’s thigh, winding around his cock and squeezing with a measured pressure.

He coordinated both movements with a precision born of equal parts hunger and tenderness. The tentacle at Saxby’s mouth pressed forward, parting his lips and gliding slowly past teeth and over tongue.

Indigo let Saxby acclimate to the novel sensation, withdrawing and then advancing again, each incursion a little deeper, a little bolder as he fucked Saxby’s mouth. His other tentacle, meanwhile, coiled around the rigid length of Saxby’s cock.

Indigo gripped the shaft firmly at the base, then drew upward in a steady, spiraling motion, the suckers creating alternating bands of suction and release as they climbed.

At the head, he paused to squeeze and twist, imitating a practiced handjob, but with the subtlety and strength only his kind could muster. The tempo was deliberate, exactly matching the rhythm of the tentacle at Saxby’s mouth.

Every thrust forward into Saxby’s throat accompanied a corresponding slide down his cock, and every retreat was echoed by an upward pull that teased at the leaking tip.

Saxby’s entire body responded to the double assault, tension rolling through his limbs in waves. His jaw tensed as the tentacle pressed deeper, then slackened as instinct and surrender won out.

Indigo watched carefully, gauging every microexpression like the widening of Saxby’s eyes, the flutter of his throat, and the way his hips arched up to chase the next stroke, even as his head tilted back to accommodate more of the tentacle.