Chapter 17

Colby

God, he was strong.

Shifting me around so my back was to his torso, Saint bound me against his body and pinned my lower half against two of his larger tentacles he was using as legs. Just that was enough to turn my brain off and have my erection bouncing around to beg for attention, and Saint’s caresses said he hadn’t missed what he was doing to me.

Doing his ice cream cone lick to my cock, he made a pleased hum and his nubs started playing with my nipples, flicking them and pinching them. “Now we are ready to decorate, my Colby.”

Decorate what?

My mind immediately flashed fantasies of me decorating his apartment with my cum, but evidently he meant with the lights.

Yes, we had lights.

Fuck. He wanted me to hang the lights like that?

“I will help.” Patting my head, his tone was deceptively cheerful as a smaller tentacle started circling my hole and teasing my balls. “We will make our home beautiful and I will smell your pleasures for days, my human.”

Oh.

I wasn’t sure if I should’ve asked more questions or not, but I sided with or not when his tentacle started slowly pressing inside me. “I…you’re…”

Damn it.

As his tentacle started pulsing like the most high-tech dildo ever, he pulled the lights out of the bag at the end of the bed. “Where should we start, my Colby?”

Wherever we’d left my brain.

That wouldn’t get me an orgasm, though, or him my scent everywhere, so I swallowed and tried to clear my brain. What little there was left of it. “That…that corner, Sir.”

An actual response earned me the flick of one tentacle against the head of my dick, and as the pain and pleasure fired through me, he pulsed his other tentacle against my prostate. “That is a wonderful plan. Good boy, my Colby.”

Hearing how much he loved whatever he thought we were doing just made it even more erotic and sent another roller coaster of feelings shooting through me. That had Saint making even more pleased sounds and patting my head…and just knowing he was that happy started it all over again. “Yes, my Colby, you will fill our space even when you are not here.”

He was so fucking romantic even though I knew he thought he was just being factual. “I…”

I wasn’t up for multitasking, so my brain just stopped working when he handed me the lights and a piece of tape.

Christmas.

Yes.

My hands were shaking but I made them work enough to get the first part of the strand up. Thankfully having the extra limbs made it easier than it had been doing it at my place. I’d have never been able to get anything done if I’d been wrestling with the lights and my orgasm.

It was desperately trying to escape, but Saint had decided that wasn’t the plan. Every time I got close, he eased back and the pinching gentled or his throbbing tentacle stopped rubbing my prostate. But on the other side, every time I did a good job at putting up the next part of the strands, I got a reward.

“Good boy, my Colby.”

Smack.

He lit up my whole body just flicking one tentacle against the head of my dick again.

“You are making our personal space beautiful.”

Smack.

The thuddy spank against the inside of my thigh made me feel even more helpless, and it sent warm pleasure flooding through me.

“Your scent is lovely, my human.”

Whatever I’d done to please him that time had him using his nubs to do something to my prostate and I was so close to coming I could feel the way my body wanted to scream out.

But he stopped.

And sounded very pleased with himself.

“Your scent will fill our floor, my Colby. Everyone will know how beautifully you submit to your mate.”

That did not help my ability to use my hands or my ability to function in general.

He was thoroughly enjoying the lights and driving me insane, though, because by the time we’d gone around the room, he was riding me up and down on his dick-like tentacle and we were just pretending I was the one handling the lights.

“That is wonderful.” Plugging in the lights had him letting out an awed sound, but it turned to pure love when he turned off the overhead lights and we were bathed in only the twinkly white lights. “ You have brought me Christmas, my Colby. ”

I might’ve brought him Christmas but he’d brought me so much more.

“I’m…” I had an actual sentence planned but I lost it as he sighed happily and his body went back to making mine sing for him.

His tentacles shifted to restrain me completely, and every time he made a happy sound, his body transferred all that happiness to mine.

Against my prostate.

Against my cock.

Against my nipples.

He loved over every inch of me as he soaked up Christmas, throbbing inside me and sending flashes of pain through me as he whipped his tentacle against my cock. Overwhelming didn’t even begin to describe how it felt to have so many sensations firing through me that I couldn’t sort through them all.

“Please!” I heard myself and I knew half the building had probably heard me too, but I couldn’t have stopped it even if I’d tried. “Please let me come. My Saint. Please.”

Fireworks.

It wasn’t until the lightning shot through me that I remembered our conversation from the bookstore. I’d been so focused on ignoring it so I wouldn’t walk around with an erection all day that I’d forgotten what I’d given him permission to do.

Light me up.

I couldn’t even describe it as pain, but as my orgasm exploded out of me, the overwhelming sensation finally had everything going dark.

When the world tuned back in, I was wrapped up in Saint’s limbs and we were cuddled up on the bed again. The overhead lights were still off so the Christmas ones lit up the room as his tentacles gently stroked over me. “You are physically well, my Colby. I have monitored your breathing and heart. You were simply overwhelmed.”

Yeah. He’d used that word before too.

“Overwhelmed. Yes.” I was going to have to remember what his definition of that was next time. “Thank you.”

Saint hummed and went back to rippling his limbs over me, but thankfully, he didn’t make me explain anything going through my head. “You are welcome, my human.”

There was probably something I should’ve responded back with, but being overwhelmed with lightning cleared my head of just about every random thought. Except that I didn’t have random thoughts. It was hard to ignore the empty warehouse feeling in my head but I didn’t mind it.

So I closed my eyes again and floated in the quiet that Saint had given me. It was amazing but what made it even better was the way he kept me wrapped up tight, grounding me in the moment so the emptiness felt safe.

I found myself running my fingers over the tentacle closest to me, but he had me bundled up so carefully I couldn’t move them any further. He didn’t mind the tiny caress, though. He made a quiet sigh and nuzzled against my head as I gently stroked him. “You take good care of your mate, my Colby.”

Before I could point out I wasn’t talking about that, he did it on his own. “But we will not talk about that now. You are still overwhelmed .”

Yeah, he had a more all-encompassing use of that word than I had.

“Yes…overwhelmed…but the lights…I liked decorating with you.” All it took was one deep breath to lose reality again and when it came back into focus, he was holding a bottle of water and the blanket we’d brought back from my place was draped over me.

Had he called human helper guy?

Had someone else called him?

“Drink, my Colby. It was decided that you must hydrate.” His words made me think one of the neighbors really had called for us.

Great.

“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Saint or the neighbors, but they decided for me.

As I started to drink, Saint smiled. “Our neighbors have said you are welcome.”

It was official. I had more privacy when I’d been living in the dorms in college with the nosiest roommate ever.

“They’re very polite.” And a lot more well-meaning than my creepo roommate had been. “That was good.”

With Saint satisfied that I’d been hydrated and was now well cared for, his caresses started getting more engaging and less relaxing. “How are you feeling, my Colby?”

Human aftercare checklist.

Got it.

Cuddle.

Hydrate.

Question.

“Good.” That wouldn’t be enough for anyone listening or Saint himself, so I knew I had to give a more thorough answer or everyone would worry. “My muscles are slightly achy but like they’ve gotten a good workout. Nothing more than that.”

Nothing to worry about here.

“My mind is still slightly fuzzy but that’s expected too.” Because it’d been the biggest orgasm of my life. “There was nothing scary about it and I knew you were watching out for me.”

That got me a hug and his limbs rippled happily over my exhausted body. “I am glad you are feeling cared for and positive, my Colby.”

Stroking over me as he set the now empty water bottle down on his small nightstand, Saint was quiet as I relaxed again.

Too quiet.

“What are they saying?”

Yep.

Saint didn’t even realize how odd the situation was for me because he immediately volunteered to fill me in. “There is a debate on if you must be fed. Several of my people feel that you were well cared for at breakfast and have had sufficient nutrients to last until the regular human time for dinner.”

Feeding me.

They were debating feeding me.

“There are others who have disagreed based on the amount of energy you have burned during your pleasures.” Saint looked casual as he shrugged, but I could see his brain had gotten stuck on that idea. “You also extended significant energy finding books and decorating our shared space.”

It was going to land on the side of feeding me, but my stomach decided to chime in too and that sealed the deal.

“You require food.” Saint’s decisive tone said he wasn’t going to argue about that, so I wasn’t going to push back against it.

“We’re getting close to dinner.” We had to be even if I wasn’t completely sure about that. “So why don’t we have a snack and then you can make sure I get lots of good nutrients for dinner.”

Saint had entertained me on the drive to my place earlier with descriptions of the fun human food he’d been served, and besides an interesting international dish once in a while, it seemed like I’d enjoy anything the kitchen staff put together.

“Please define the word snack in this scenario.” Saint’s suspicious tone made me want to laugh and I had to try not to smile too widely.

“Well, you were curious about my brownies. I thought we could make those if we could get the right ingredients.” Oh yeah, satisfying his curiosity was definitely the way to make sure I’d get treats. “And you’ve taken such good care of me, I want to make you happy too.”

The fact that he could feel how honest I was about that pushed the answer in my direction. But he sighed dramatically like he knew he’d been played. “Yes, my Colby. I will allow you caretaking time. There is also some debate about the merits of chocolate as an emotional restorative. I am finding that data to be questionable, however.”

I wasn’t going to question that data at all, so it was time for a distraction. “Let’s go look in your kitchen to see if we have everything we need, and then while they’re baking, we’ll finish putting the rest of the decorations up.”

They were a weird mix of random stuff I’d still had in a box, but they’d dress up the room until we could go to the store.

“What ingredients are necessary, my Colby?” Saint let me stretch and then helped set me on the floor by the bed.

“I think we need oil and an egg. Maybe two? I can’t remember.” It was something like that, though. “Oh, and we can add things like nuts or extra chocolate chips if we want to, but they’re good just like they are.”

There was no way he had random walnuts lying around when he didn’t seem to have any snacks, but people with hoarder tendencies were always a surprise.

Saint looked like he was up to something as he helped me get dressed again, doing his best to look innocent until I was fully clothed, and he’d even used his nubs to comb my hair into place. I had to admit, it took me way too long to realize what was going on.

Looking down at myself, I sighed. “Humans don’t like being naked in front of the neighbors.”

Saint smiled and gave me a hug, probably because he’d just fixed my hair so he couldn’t mess that up. “Remembering human social customs is important to your happiness.”

He wasn’t wrong but I wasn’t sure I was up to figuring out my thoughts on it. “The neighbors are coming to help, aren’t they?”

“Yes, my Colby.” Looking around the room, probably searching for other human social customs he needed to observe, Saint quickly fixed the bed and nodded to himself. “I do not have eggs or oil. That will not impede your snack, however.”

Nope because aliens to the rescue…probably as long as I was willing to share.