“You mean like right now, if I stopped?”
Geir suddenly released the pressure.
“Noooo….” He wanted it. He needed it so much. “I mean yes… but…”
“You want me to decide when?”
Declan nodded, whimpering. “Now please?”
Geir chuckled darkly. “I think I understand. You’ll have to wait.”
Fuck, yes. Declan let out a whimper, but his cock got about a hundred times harder.
“Oh, yes. I like this. What else do you want? Something you’ve always wanted but haven’t done before.” Geir sounded greedy for the information, like he was just as turned on by the ideas as Declan was.
Declan ground desperately against Geir’s belly, searching for friction that he wasn’t going to get until Geir gave it to him, which just made it hotter. What was the question? Something he hadn’t done before? He tried to think.
“Um… sounding? Always wanted to try that.”
“Making… sounds?” Geir asked.
“No, it’s like… you know how I said before that I wanted all of my holes filled?”
Geir looked him over, probably checking out his ears and nose. Declan giggled and pointed down toward the place where their bodies met.
“Really? Is that possible?”
“People do it. I’ve always wanted to try it. But, like, we can do other things. I mean, what we’ve done already has been amazing.”
Geir smirked. “Go down to the beach.” He dropped Declan to his feet.
Hell, yeah.
Declan took his time getting ready. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and an electric lantern from the cabinet. He ignored Geir, even though he was standing in the middle of the kitchen, arms crossed, watching him closely.
This was all setting the scene.
At the door, he bent over provocatively to tie his shoes, knowing that Geir would be watching his ass and straight, long legs. Then threw the towel over his shoulder and sauntered outside.
He wasn’t sure how much Geir was into the role play and how much Geir was just humoring him or trying things out, but either way, he knew that Geir wanted him. This was going to be amazing.
He strolled down to the beach, swinging the lantern as he walked. The trail was a bit rough and parts of the hill were steep, so he had to pay attention to his footing. He didn’t hear Geir behind him.
At the dock, he hung the lantern from a nail on one of the posts and then proceeded to disrobe. He intentionally didn’t look around, but his skin burned with the knowledge that Geir was somewhere watching him.
When his clothes were all neatly folded, which might have possibly involved a few more bends and twists than strictly necessary, he executed a perfect dive into the lake.
The water was cool, and he came up a few yards away with a yelp. He’d need to swim to stay warm.
He began an easy crawl stroke, enjoying the feeling of the water rushing over his naked skin. He wasn’t wearing that much less than he’d wear with a swimsuit, but there was something decadent and naughty about skinny dipping.
He rolled onto his back, alternately circling his arms in crisp, strong strokes. His dick had gone a little softer when he hit the cool water, but it still thrust up into the night air. He felt exposed and vulnerable in the most delightful way.
He watched the stars in the dark sky, so many more than he could even imagine in the city. The moon was maybe three-quarters full. Gibbous? Was that what it was called?
The stars were a marvel. He could see the dark forms of the trees along the bank, but otherwise nothing but sky above and water below. It was truly peaceful out here. Like he was the only person in the universe.
Something touched his leg.
Instinctively, he pulled back and shrieked, his heart giving a little jolt. Even though he knew what it was, there was still something mysterious and dangerous about swimming alone in the dark water.
He swam away, pulling in hard strokes away from the sensation.
But it followed him. Something soft and slippery brushing down his ankle, grasping it for a moment and then letting go. He couldn’t outswim it.
The safety of knowing it was Geir and the fantasy of being chased by some unknown monster merged into something unbelievably erotic.
He dropped his legs to tread water, his eyes darting around in the gloom.
Something slipped down his arm, tracing from his shoulder down to his hand, even as he moved. It was completely invisible beneath the placid surface. Like he might have almost imagined it, but he knew it was there.
He panted heavily. Adrenaline coursed through his veins.
He was hard as fuck.
Something velvety and smooth wrapped around his cock, squeezing and spiraling so that he had no choice but to thrust into it. The sensation tore a cry from his chest.
Then there was nothing.
He stilled as much as possible, just moving his limbs enough to keep afloat.
The lake was completely silent.
His pulse was loud in his ears.
He turned, trying to locate any ripple.
Then, between one heartbeat and the next, slippery ropes of muscle captured and bound him. His arms were wrestled to his sides and his legs were thrust apart. He was held tightly and helplessly against the cool, broad human chest at his back.
He got a mouthful of water and coughed it out. He was relying on Geir, his mysterious kraken from the deep, to keep his head up. That terrifying powerlessness and trust was exhilarating.
He knew that his chin wouldn’t dip below the water again. For everything else, though he was completely at the mercy of the monster behind him.
The suckers holding his arms and legs in place bit into his skin, dozens of flickering candles of painful pleasure lighting him up.
At the same time, soft, slithery appendages traced over his body, exploring and discovering. They were deceptively gentle in comparison to the tight bonds, making him feel even more vulnerable.
He could almost feel the curiosity in the questing tentacles. Why was this place rough and this one smooth? What would happen if he were touched at his chest? His armpits? His knees? The warm crevice of his buttocks?
He shivered and moaned at each touch, giving the sea monster the information he was seeking.
Geir’s breath was loud and fast in his ear, but keeping in role, he said nothing.
The torturously gentle arms kept caressing and investigating, testing friction against his hard cock, squirming and tickling at his balls. He moaned, wanting more and faster and harder, but loving at the same time the curious testing that didn’t give him anything that he needed.
He was just the sea monster’s toy to explore, and the thought had him close to exploding.
One inquisitive tentacle discovered his pucker and he clenched instinctively. It caressed around his rim, gently teasing, the skin velvety and slick.
God, it felt good. The looping coils around his cock moved faster. The smooth arm teased at his opening and down to cover his balls in one long, repeated glide. He needed more.
He took a deep breath and let himself relax and open. He was bound and powerless, but this was him giving in to the pleasure and inviting the sea monster in.
The silky tip wriggled inside. Slowly, almost aimlessly, it explored him. Squirming and writhing, touching his prostate almost by chance.
He threw his head back and cried out, every nerve attuned.
The velvety arm explored some more, then rubbed against it full force. He jerked and pulled against his bonds, but he was helpless against the assault.