21. Blowjobs and Tentacle Dicks

Chapter twenty-one

Blowjobs and Tentacle Dicks

The elevator ride up to Liel's floor took painfully long. They'd walked into the lift right as several other inhabitants arrived in the lobby and filed in after them. Standing in the back corner, Oliver tried to ignore the expectant energy crackling and popping between them. But when Liel subtly passed a palm over the front of his pants, Oliver bit his lip until it started bleeding again to smother his sound of pleasure.

Smiling smugly, Liel continued to tease him, yellow eyes sparking with lightning. Anytime someone in the elevator shifted, he dropped his hand to ensure no one witnessed the inappropriate touches. The moment he could continue, however, he did, rubbing Oliver's dick until he was hard as a rock.

Oliver had never considered being into exhibitionism, but it apparently worked for him. He was so turned on he feared his balls would burst before they even got off the damn elevator.

He practically heaved a sigh of relief when they arrived at the ninth floor and Liel said, "Excuse us," in a polite, even tone—like he hadn't just been jerking Oliver off through his jeans—and led Oliver down the hallway.

"You're a monster," Oliver hissed, and Liel chuckled darkly.

"You haven't seen anything yet, darling," he promised.

Or maybe it was a threat. Oliver didn't know, and he didn't care. He was committed now.

Liel stopped at a plain, gray door and casually pulled a key ring from his leather pants. Oliver crowded against his back, hands flexing on his hips, and Liel snickered again as he took his time finding the correct key and unlocking the deadbolt, then the knob.

"Jesus Christ, can you go any slower?" Oliver muttered, teeth grazing the skin under Liel's ear.

"I could," Liel teased as he opened the door. "Would you like me to?"

"What do you think?" Oliver grumbled as Liel motioned for him to enter first. He walked into the entry hall, surprised at how cluttered it was, especially since Liel had been gone for over a week. "Wow, you have a lot of stu—eep!"

With shocking strength, Liel whirled Oliver around and shoved him up against the wall. He dropped to his knees, fingers making quick work of Oliver's jeans, eyes glowing with laser-focus.

"Holy shit," Oliver gasped as he leaned back against the wall. "Now you're in a hurry?"

"I know what you feel like, but now, I'm ready to know what you taste like," Liel purred as he tugged Oliver's jeans and underwear down just enough to release his already aching dick. "Oh, Mr. Barnes, is this all for me?"

A half-hysterical laugh bubbled up his throat, and Oliver tried to swallow it down, barely succeeding as he blurted, "If you want it. Shit, that sounded sexier in my head."

Liel laughed, pausing to place a sweet kiss to Oliver's palm before he guided said palm to the back of his head. "Something to hold on to," he said, and Oliver practically whimpered.

Without another word, Liel dipped his head and enveloped Oliver's cock in one long, hot, wet glide. Oliver's fingers tightened in Liel's thick, flat locks, and a horribly embarrassing noise escaped him as Liel swallowed around his length.

"Oh fuck!" Oliver barked, head falling back against the wall, rattling his brain. "Liel, Jesus, your mouth. Oh my god."

Liel's chuckle vibrated down Oliver's cock and settled in his balls, and he squeezed his eyes shut to relish the glorious sensation as Liel sucked his way back up. That dexterous tongue circled his head, pulsing in a way that made Oliver's knees tremble. With a moan, like sucking Oliver off was making him feel good, Liel gripped the base of Oliver's dick with one hand as the other braced against Oliver's thigh, and he started to bob his head in earnest.

Every few passes, Liel peeled back his lips, scraping a hint of teeth, and Oliver's entire body jolted. He was moaning pathetically, nonsensical words pouring from his mouth as he restlessly gripped Liel's hair with both hands.

"Oh my fucking god, that's so good," Oliver panted as he watched Liel lick and suck noisily at his dick. "If you keep going, I'm not gonna last. Like, for real, I'm gonna come all over you."

Liel moaned at that, redoubling his efforts like that was exactly what he wanted. He jacked the base of Oliver's dick with a strong grip that bordered on too tight, but Oliver was too far gone to care. He could strangle Oliver's cock if he wanted. He was completely at Liel's mercy.

The blowjob was fast and hard and messy, but it was the best thing Oliver had ever felt. His orgasm built in the base of his spine, and he started to shake. Fingers sinking into Liel's hair, Oliver tightened his grip and panted.

"Fuck, I'm coming," he warned, and Liel practically choked himself as he took Oliver as deep as he could and swallowed tightly around him.

With a wordless shout, Oliver came hard enough to see stars, exploding down Liel's throat. The demon moaned almost as loud as Oliver did, pulling back to suck every drop from the head of his cock, his hand continuing to milk the base of him. Then Liel removed his mouth completely, letting the last feeble spurts cover his tongue and chin.

Chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon, Oliver stared down at Liel with wide eyes, and the demon smiled as he sinuously rose to his feet, cum still pooled on his tongue. When he leaned up, Oliver met him, groaning as Liel fed his cum back to him. The kiss was somehow messier than the blowjob, and as they parted, Oliver grinned dopily.

"Wow," he said, and Liel grinned fiendishly.

Daintily, he used a finger to gather the cum on his chin and lick it clean. "Wow, indeed."

Oliver's fingers shook slightly as he cupped Liel's face and drew him in for another kiss, a softer one, a sweeter one. He still tasted like Oliver, and it made his cock twitch in a valiant attempt to rebound. Unfortunately, he would need more than a minute to get hard again, but that didn't mean he was going to take a break. He wanted Liel naked and moaning under his mouth, and he wanted it now.

His hands were clumsier than Liel's as he unbuttoned Liel's shirt and shoved it off his shoulders. Their kiss broke as Liel tugged Oliver's tee over his head, dropping it somewhere in the entry as Oliver walked him backward. He didn't know where Liel's bedroom was, but when he spotted the dining room table, he headed that way.

Oliver lost his jeans halfway to the dining room, his underwear near the foot of the table. Then he was hoisting Liel into his arms and setting him somewhat gracefully on the edge of the opaque glass. The leather pants were harder to get off; they practically stuck to Liel's skin, and the demon laughed as Oliver grunted in irritation.

"Did you paint these on? Goddamn," Oliver muttered as he sank both hands under the waistband to the knuckles and prepared to yank.

"Oliver," Liel said, hand coming to rest on Oliver's chest, and Oliver froze.

"Yeah?"

Lightning flashed in Liel's eyes, static crackling between his locks of hair and down his arms. Oliver felt it prickling along his own skin, and it made him shudder hard.

"You okay?" he asked, taking in Liel's heaving chest and sweat-glossy skin.

"I don't…" Liel swallowed thickly. "I don't look like you."

Oliver's gaze dropped to his hips where the leather pants still covered him. "I know." He'd guessed as much, given how close they'd gotten this morning.

"It's… very different than—"

"I don't care about that, baby," Oliver said with a gentle smile, leaning in to kiss him. "I like people, not specific equipment. I like you ," he said with another kiss. "Nothing you have under your clothes is gonna change that."

Whatever concern he'd had melted away, and Liel grinned, cupping Oliver's face and kissing him deeply, tongue twisting around his as they both groaned. Oliver wanted to take that as permission, but he needed to make sure Liel wanted to continue.

So he broke away and asked, "Do you wanna stop? We don't have to—"

"No, please don't stop. I don't want you to stop," Liel insisted. "I just didn't want it to shock you."

Trailing kisses across Liel's jaw and down his neck, Oliver said, "Silly demon. Now sit back while I try to get these damn pants off."

Liel's head fell back, throat bobbing as he laughed. Grabbing the waistband with both hands, Oliver jerked the pants down, nearly tugging Liel right off the edge of the table. Still laughing, he scrambled for purchase on the opaque glass as Oliver leaned back, using gravity to peel the leather pants down his legs.

Finally, Liel's feet popped free, and Oliver chucked the leather far away with a wordless grunt. Then he turned back around and nearly swallowed his tongue. Liel leaned back on his elbows, one yellow leg dangling, one propped up, thinly webbed toes curling around the edge of the table. Two fingers glided along the slit between his legs, the tips of each digit glossy from the slick making his flushed flesh glisten. The sight nearly sent Oliver to his knees.

"Look at you," he breathed as he placed one hand on Liel's raised knee, the other on his opposite thigh. "You're so wet."

"You make me wet," he said. "And… you make me stiff."

Splitting his fingers on either side of his slit, Liel added pressure, and a pale yellow appendage emerged. It didn't look like a human cock; to be honest, the only English word that seemed appropriate was tentacle . Which… Oliver shouldn't have been surprised. Everyone had made tentacle jokes, hadn't they?

Liel dragged his middle finger along his dick, from the root that disappeared within to the writhing tip that wrapped around his digit and seemed to pulse. Oliver's hands slid inward along Liel's inner thighs, parting them even more, and Liel's breath caught.

"What do you enjoy?" Oliver asked, voice hoarse already. "How do you like to be touched?"

"I like being touched in every way," he said, and Oliver tore his gaze away from Liel's cock to arch an eyebrow at him. He chuckled, continuing to play gently with the tip of his dick. "I require internal stimulation to orgasm, but other forms of stimulation are still pleasurable."

Studying Liel's face, Oliver slid his thumb up the length of his slit, the skin there swollen and hot. The demon gasped, his entire body shuddering, his dick tightening around his middle finger. Oliver smiled and did it again, adding more pressure, and Liel arched his back with a moan.

"What about your cock—wait, do you call it a cock? Sorry, uh—" Oliver floundered for a moment, and Liel chuckled.

"I suppose cock is as good a word as any. And yes, I enjoy being touched there too."

"Good," Oliver said, leaning down to kiss the inside of his raised knee. "Because I want to touch you everywhere."

In response, Liel groaned, hand lowering to dip his fingers inside himself. "Please," he whispered.

Oliver was hard again, but he ignored it as he grabbed Liel's wrist and forced his fingers away from his slit. Liel made a noise of distress, which turned into a desperate moan as Oliver brought his wet fingers to his mouth and engulfed them. Oliver groaned at the sharp metallic taste, salty and a little bitter.

Licking Liel's fingers clean, Oliver kissed each yellow pad before placing Liel's hand on his stomach, then Oliver lowered his head to blaze a trail of kisses down the demon's thigh. Liel's labored breathing was a beautiful symphony as Oliver nuzzled the spot where his leg met his groin, leaving a sucking kiss there.

He flattened his tongue against Liel's slit and licked a long stripe until his nose bumped the root of his dick. Liel cried out, nearly sliding off the table as his hands shot down to cup Oliver's head. His fingers tangled in Oliver's hair, and Oliver groaned his encouragement.

"You taste good," Oliver whispered against Liel's hot, wet skin, and Liel shuddered. "I want to eat you out for days."

"Oliver, please," Liel whimpered.

"I've got you, baby." Oliver crouched and wrapped his arms around Liel's thighs, spreading them wider. With a sharp tug, he jerked Liel's ass to the very edge of the table, and the demon squeaked. "You just lay back and let me worship you."

"Oh fuck," he choked out, and Oliver chuckled smugly. He couldn't wait to obliterate Liel's composure completely.

After one last sweet kiss to Liel's inner thigh, Oliver got comfortable and went to work. He explored Liel's body with his lips and tongue, listening to every gasp and moan to decipher what drove him wild. Liel was so sensitive, so responsive. His fingers knotted in Oliver's hair until his scalp protested, but he didn't tell Liel to stop.

Not wanting to neglect Liel's tentacle dick, Oliver rose onto one knee to suck the coiling appendage into his mouth. It wasn't hard and unyielding in the way Oliver's was. Like Liel's tongue, his cock was flexible, stiff but still dexterous, and when it wriggled to the back of Oliver's throat, he did his best to relax his gag reflex.

He couldn't exactly utilize his oral skills the way he was accustomed to doing, not with the way Liel's cock continued to move and writhe inside his mouth. So instead of bobbing his head, he simply hallowed his cheeks and gently sucked on it. Which seemed to work, because Liel undulated with an eerie cry.

Unfortunately, the tip of his cock had some sort of suction cup on it, because it attached to the roof of Oliver's throat and contracted, making Oliver choke. The tentacle retreated, Liel apologizing as Oliver coughed out embarrassed laughter.

"Are you alright?" Liel asked around his own snickers. "I'm sorry."

"I'm good." Oliver cleared his throat and peppered kisses across Liel's smooth stomach. "My ego took a hit, but—"

"I'll take the blame so your ego doesn't have to," Liel said, chortling up at the ceiling.

"How chivalrous of you." Stretching onto his tiptoes, Oliver kissed Liel's laughing mouth.

Liel hummed, wrapping his arms around Oliver's neck to hold him close. "You taste like me."

"Does it taste good?" Oliver asked against his lips, and Liel nodded. "I agree. I'm going back for seconds. Try not to choke me this time."

Liel followed him up, keeping them connected at the lips until he was sitting perched on the edge of the table. "I want you to fuck me," he said, a hint of desperation in his voice. "Oliver, I need—"

"I know, baby. I'm gonna make you come first. Then if you still want me to, I'll fuck you."

With a lusty groan, Liel palmed Oliver's head and directed him back between his legs. Oliver's thighs burned, but he lowered himself to one knee, wrapping an arm around Liel's thigh as the demon draped his legs over Oliver's shoulders.

"Make me come quickly then," he panted out. "Because I want you inside me."

"How can I make you come?" Oliver asked between languid licks of Liel's flushed slit.

"Your fingers," Liel said, breath choppy. "Reach deep and a little up."

Slowly, carefully, Oliver slid his middle finger through the wetness dripping from his slit before he pushed hard enough to breach. Liel groaned. So did Oliver. Because Liel was so hot and wet inside. Oliver moved his finger in shallow thrusts at first, studying Liel's pinched expression for signs of discomfort. There were none, so he added his ring finger, and Liel's head fell back.

"Yeah," Liel said. "Like that. Little deeper. And higher. There's… kind of behind my… a ridge." He gasped out a laugh. "Can't focus."

"That's okay. I'm a quick study." Oliver leaned back in, using his mouth as his fingers thrust deeper until he felt a ridge-like protrusion behind the root of Liel's dick. Oliver's middle finger grazed over it, and the reaction was instantaneous.

"Fuck!" Liel's entire body jolted, and then he was rolling his hips against Oliver's mouth, fingers pulling on his hair as he tried to thrust down on Oliver's fingers.

Oliver did his best to keep up, letting Liel grind himself against his face as his fingers rubbed against that ridge.

"Oliver, oh gods, harder."

He added more pressure, and Liel keened, legs clamping closed around Oliver's head. Oliver could barely breathe, but there was no way he was stopping. If this was how he went out, then it would be an honorable death.

"Oliver, I—I'm gonna—fuck!"

Liel's dick slithered into Oliver's mouth as his whole body locked up tight. His channel squeezed Oliver's fingers until he could barely move them, and Liel panted harshly. And then he started to shake, a warbling cry filling the room as the lights above their heads flickered. Electricity popped along Liel's skin, tickling in the places their bodies met.

The sucker at the tip of Liel's dick latched onto the inside of Oliver's cheek, sucking rhythmically as a steady stream of thin cum trickled down Oliver's throat. He swallowed instinctually as Liel continued to convulse, slick pouring from his slit to coat Oliver's hand and chin.

When his orgasm receded, Liel's muscles relaxed, and his cock slipped from Oliver's mouth to coil near the top of his slit. Lifting his head, Oliver panted up at Liel as the demon blinked dazedly, fingers loosening their death grip on Oliver's hair.

"You okay?" Oliver asked, and god, he sounded wrecked.

"So much better than okay," Liel sighed.

Oliver's thigh muscles screamed as he rose to his feet, cupping Liel's face with his free hand. Liel's channel was still tight around his fingers, and he didn't want to remove them for fear of hurting Liel. So he cupped Liel's pubic mound gently, rubbing the pads of his fingers against the ridge again.

Liel's eyes rolled back into his head as he whimpered, hips rolling once more.

"Can you come again?" Oliver asked, and Liel nodded wordlessly. "That's real good, Liel. Come again for me."

Clinging to Oliver's shoulders, Liel buried his face in his neck and ground down on Oliver's fingers, moaning continuously, breath hitching every time Oliver's fingers pressed hard along the ridge inside him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Liel chanted, leaving open-mouthed kisses along Oliver's neck and shoulder. "Don't stop. I'm gonna come again. Oliver!"

The next orgasm rolled through him like a wave, making him quake again. The lightbulbs in the room whined and flickered, and Oliver supported Liel's head as it fell back with his throaty moan. His mouth parted, face pinching in pleasure, and it was the most beautiful thing Oliver had ever seen.

"That's it," Oliver held him through the trembling, fingers once again squeezed tightly inside his channel. Oliver imagined his dick replacing his fingers and how tight it would feel, and his cock gave a gallant jerk against Liel's hip.

When Liel came down this time, he collapsed against Oliver's chest, sweat dampening his hairline and making his dark skin glisten. Oliver carefully withdrew his fingers, and another ample amount of slick followed to coat Liel's thighs. Liel grunted, nuzzling along Oliver's jaw, ignorant of the cum collecting on the table beneath him.

Liel hadn't been lying last night. It was definitely messy. And Oliver loved it.

"You good, baby?" Oliver kissed his damp cheek, and Liel nodded.

"Bedroom," Liel said, voice cracking. "Bed. I wanna ride you until I pass out."

Laughing into Liel's shoulder, he nodded. "Okay. I think I need some water, though."

At that, Liel blinked rapidly, like he was fighting to clear his head. "Right. Okay." He shifted on the table, nearly slipping right off, and he glanced down, taking in the mess they'd made of each other. He cringed. "Oh. Oops. Um, sorry, I—"

The rare show of insecurity made Oliver's heart twist unpleasantly, so he pinched Liel's chin to force him to make contact. "I like it. The way you come. The sounds you make. I love it. I wanna spend all weekend making you come."

Lightning flashed in Liel's eyes, and the lamp in the living room behind him sputtered to life, crackling and whining. "Then take me to bed, Mr. Barnes."