8. Obey

CHAPTER 8

Moss

Nothing could have prepared me for the way Max's frustration that I had yet to touch him turned me on. I sat patiently, watching as he waited so obediently for me, bent over and ready to take me.

The heat was burning me alive, but this? Watching him struggle to do such a simple task because he wanted me so much? It was worth the painful flames coursing through my veins, burning me up from the inside as I drank him in.

Only Max could cool me, satiate me, and entice me in such a way.

"Moss," he rasped.

My gaze roamed over his body. The body that had taken me last night over and over. The one that I wanted to worship, devour, and love. I mentally cupped his asscheeks, a low growl leaving me as I imagined all of the things I wanted to do to him.

"I'm dying here," he grunted.

"You and me both."

He stiffened for a moment and then relaxed again.

I rose from the stool quietly, but I didn't go to him. Even as he let out a helpless whimper.

My dark purple robes slid to the floor, my tentacles writhing as I slid my hand down, stroking them. Readying them. The suckers exuded clear liquid, desperate to be buried inside of him.

But not yet.

The tension in the room was thick. Morning light painted a picturesque image, highlighting his bright orange hair and golden skin. I could still see a few flecks of glitter stuck to his skin, gleaming like tiny jewels.

I rolled my shoulders back, looking down at my body.

I needed to touch him.

His breath hitched as I came around the counter, stopping behind him. Only inches separated us, but within that short distance, there was the buzz of carnal anticipation.

We had all day. All day to fuck and kiss and make love over and over before reality found us tomorrow. Our heat was moving fast and I wanted to savor every single moment with him.

"I don't want it to end," I whispered softly.

Max understood what I meant. He let out a soft grunt, pressing his palms against the floor as he waited for me. "I don't either, but I'm dying here. I need you, Moss."

"I know," I murmured.

I stepped closer, running my hand over his hip. The moment our skin touched, there was a static charge, his lust rushing over me. I moaned, tilting my head back as I felt everything. I let him feel me too, knowing that my own desires were washing over him, bathing him in our lustful fire.

"Please," he begged.

His voice was so soft. So sweet.

I pressed my hips against his, holding on as I rubbed my tentacles against him.

Sario.

I couldn't fight my desires. Edging him was edging myself. It was hard to keep myself from immediately thrusting inside of him.

Instead, I reached around, leaning over him as I tweaked his nipples. He gasped, bucking against me.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"Did I say you could move yet?" I growled.

The sound he made was delicious. He remained bent over as the tip of my tentacle began to circle his hole, the liquid exuded from the suckers lubing him.

Pleasure gripped me. I tilted my head back, savoring the feeling of him. The tentacle kept stroking him, working him, readying him to take more.

I could do this forever.

I could stay in bed fucking him over and over forever.

The second tentacle gently wrapped around his balls, squeezing and fondling them.

"Fuck, fuck," he rasped. "Please."

"Are fuck and please all you can say?" I teased as I thrust into him.

He cried out, his voice chiming around us.

"Yes," he moaned. "That's all I can fucking…fuck."

I growled, not holding back. I held onto his hips as I started to pump into him, breeding his little hole the way I'd wanted to for hours.

"Good boy," I panted. "You're squeezing me so tight."

"Moss," he moaned.

"Too much?"

"No," he rasped.

I smiled, holding him firmly in place as I took him harder. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed in a firm rhythm, and I was practically holding him in the air with each thrust. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him back to standing.

He gasped as I tugged him against my chest, my hand slipping around his throat as I lifted him, holding him in the air as I kept fucking him. My other arm clasped firmly around his stomach, bracing him as I took him.

"Mine," I snarled, breathing in his scent. My mouth watered as I said the word. "You're all mine."

"I'm yours. I'm yours."

I groaned again, enjoying the way he said that. It almost made me come, just knowing he was saying he belonged to me, but I was determined to hold out longer.

Euphoric pleasure enraptured me. My blood sang in my veins, my tentacled cocks wanting more.

The second tentacle released his balls and I pulled out, thrusting both in at the same time. He groaned, his hands clasping around my wrist, his nails digging in as I went deeper.

I pumped in and out, moving my hips at a rapid place.

I was so close.

So fucking close.

Not yet.

Maybe it was cruel and sadistic, but right as I came to the edge, and could feel him at the edge too, I pulled out, panting hard.

I released him, putting him back on his feet.

"What?" Max whimpered. He spun around, his breathing hard. "What are you doing?"

"Not yet," I told him.

"Fuck. I was so fucking close," he pouted.

I smiled, even if it was almost painful to stop. Edging him was edging myself too, but I was enjoying pushing the two of us.

I tipped his chin up, both of us still panting. "More soon. But not yet. Waiting will make it more explosive, right?"

"Maybe, but fuck. I don't know if I can hold out."

"I think you can," I teased.

He squeaked as I lifted him, throwing him over my shoulder.

I carried him down the hall to the bedroom. He squirmed against me, cursing me.

"You can't just fuck me and then…"

"Not let you come?" I asked.

I couldn't help but smirk.

"Yes," he huffed.

He let out a little growl as I stepped inside and went to another door, a closet. A human growling had to be one of the cutest things I'd ever heard.

"I have some toys that might interest you," I said. "You might find me teasing you worth it."

I could feel his cock throbbing against me.

"Moss, you're killing me," he moaned.

"I know, I know but we have all day."

"Oh gods, you can't edge me all day."

I smirked. "I can sure try."

I put him down and turned him so that he'd actually look at what was in the closet before jumping me. Max made a noise of surprise and stepped in, eyeing all of the toys that I had.

The closet was more of an extra room. I kept my robes in here, but aside from clothing, there were the restraints, floggers, and vibrating toys.

It just so happened that there were some very interesting kink items out there in the universe. Some of the other aliens were very ingenious with their BDSM inventions.

"Someone is into restraints," Max teased, reaching up to run his fingers over some of the chains and leather restraints. He eyed some of the vibrating toys and then even reached up to touch a pump that would fit over my clit. "And okay, while I am still frustrated I haven't come yet, I am interested in all of this. What do you want to do to me today?"

He turned around and looked up, his expression making me melt. He slowly knelt in front of me, still keeping his eyes locked with mine.

"Does this please you?" he whispered. "Submission?"

"Yes," I breathed out.

"Did you like it when I did what you said earlier? Holding myself as long as I could?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to do more of that?"

"Only if you want to as well," I said. "I have things that I enjoy."

"You and me both. It's just we were a little too busy last night to get into this territory of things."

"We were," I whispered. I held his gaze a moment longer and then cleared my throat. "We should talk through everything first."

"Can you do that while I suck you?"

"No," I hissed. "You think I can think straight with your mouth around me?"

"No," Max snickered.

I held out my hand and helped him up, drawing him to the bed. The two of us climbed on and I turned onto my side, facing him.

"Well, I think it might be somewhat universal now, but we could use the red light system," Max said. "Green is good, yellow means check in, red means stop. Or we could use a safe word."

"Yes," I said. I was familiar with doing things either way. It had been awhile since I'd been with someone in this manner, which only made everything more exciting. I was eager to know about what Max enjoyed. "Either could work. But tell me what you enjoy."

Max slid closer to me and then turned on his side too. I licked my lips, admiring him as he spoke. "Well. With the right person, I like being submissive. I enjoy sensory deprivation. I like electrical play. I like the idea of you restraining me and doing terrible wonderful things. I enjoy pain, too."

All of those ideas excited me. I let out a low, hungry growl. Now that I could think a little clearer, it was easier to plan doing something like that with Max. Last night, I'd barely been able to think for a second without wanting to be inside of him or him inside of me. But now, we could savor these moments. The flaming heat had turned to a delicious smolder, and I wanted to enjoy every part of it.

"What safe word would you like to use?" I asked.

"I think red should work," he said. "Is that okay?"

"It is. And when you say sensory deprivation—describe what that means to you."

He raised a brow and smiled. "It means maybe you blindfold me and muffle my hearing so I can't tell what's about to happen. Or maybe you control my breathing."

"Human necks are so fragile," I teased, sliding my hand up his chest.

"They are," he rasped. "But, I trust you."

"I know how to choke you, darling," I murmured.

"Prove it," he teased.

I raised a brow as I slid my hand around his neck, which was slender in my grip. I applied light pressure to the sides as his cheeks bloomed dark red. His pulse thrummed against my palm, a hummingbird-like beat.

He nodded. "Yes."

I released him, a low growl rumbling through my chest. Already, I wanted to do more.

"We'll use red as your safe word. And if you need me to slow down, you'll ask me to. Yes?"

"Yes," he whispered. "Of course."

"Good. Now get in the center of the bed and spread yourself out like a good boy."