Apex Predator (The Game Series Book 11), page 22
“You really are a masochistic little whore.” I kept rubbing him through his shorts, and I made sure to do it a little too hard for it to be pleasurable. In response, he choked around Ty’s big cock, and I leaned in to kiss the corner of Lane’s mouth. “You’re not fooling anyone.”
“Don’t make me mistake you for another hole, boy,” Ty warned.
“Be my guest,” Walker groaned. “Unfortunately, he’s always a bit too willing.”
Mortification flooded me, but before I could duck my head and ease back, Ty fisted my hair and forced his cock into my mouth instead.
I coughed and choked. I blanched completely. Eyes went wide. Before I finally got over the shock and managed to suck in some air around him.
“Help,” Lane cried, the sound so hoarse and gritty I barely heard it.
Just as I pushed my tongue against Ty’s cock, he pulled out, panting, and said, “Yeah, too willing. Fuckin’ hell.” And then he shut Lane up again.
Everything had happened so quickly that I had nothing. My mind was stunned to silence.
Torn between feeling useless and wanting to bite back, I pulled back from Lane and kept my hands to myself. Colt obviously picked that moment to remind us of his presence, and he rested the camera on my shoulder as he took a few photos.
“That’s my cue,” Walker grunted. “I don’t wanna waste my come on this little dog.” He smacked Lane’s ass and pulled out, then removed the condom and left it on my boyfriend’s back. “I appreciate the cock warmer, Ty. I’ll return the favor soon.”
“No problem, buddy.”
A second later, everything became dark. Someone threw a fucking bag over my head—it had to be Colt or… I couldn’t be sure. The camera was gone, and I could no longer see where Walker was.
“Wait!” I exclaimed automatically.
Nobody waited. Whoever it was tightened the rough, scratchy material and pulled me up and then sideways.
“Move!” Walker barked out.
He shot fear right into me with that.
Down the slant of the beach toward the water.
It was my turn now, wasn’t it? My scene. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I wasn’t prepared!
“You’re not gonna tell me the theme, are you?” I asked, admittedly nervous.
I didn’t receive any answer whatsoever. Not a word. Not a sound.
He held me with a grip on the back of my neck, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder too, and it couldn’t be him. Someone had joined us. Colt?
“Where are we going?” I pressed. Because it felt like we were going straight out into the water.
The sand grew wetter and wetter until I felt the first calm wave wash over my feet. There, I was pushed down on my knees, then onto my back. I hauled in a harsh breath at the cold water that immediately cooled me off.
Behind the fabric, I only saw shadows—more than one, at least three—so I knew Walker wasn’t alone.
As someone tugged down my boardshorts, another lifted my head and placed a…I didn’t know, a towel? Underneath me. Underneath my head. The water rippled and splashed around me, licking my ribs, my shoulders, my neck…and submerged my legs and most of my hips.
Farther way, Lane wailed out his pain.
Last but not least, the bag over my head was rolled up to the middle of my nose—and secured there with rope or something.
“The sacrifice is ready.”
Those words made me clench all over, with anticipation, with want, with nerves. It’d been Lucas’s voice, and he’d sounded uncharacteristically detached. Just a quiet, plain statement.
My monster was coming, wasn’t he? Walker had certainly arrived prepared. Maybe River had tipped him off when he’d asked Walker to come down here. Maybe it’d been a just-in-case, an off chance, but it mattered to me, nonetheless. Because to bring his toy bag meant he’d had hopes big enough. More than that, faith and belief that we’d work things out—at least to the point where we could play together.
I let out a shaky breath as the last flare died, taking the shadows with it.
Everything was so quiet too.
I remembered Walker’s raw, seductive voice from years ago.
“Just focus on the water, my little sea monster.”
“Listen to it.”
“Feel it on your skin.”
“Wherever water touches you, the creatures below can reach.”
“Don’t be afraid if we pull you under some more. We’re just excited to breed you, baby.”
I gasped when I finally felt something slither up my foot. The softest silicone with tiny suction cups. I’d seen countless silicone sleeves Walker had worked on over the years—in various sizes, from the length of a whole arm to a tiny one for a finger—and I was dying to see if he’d made anything new since last time.
I bit down on my lip to prevent a moan. It was too soon to lose my shit, but holy hell, Walker having help made such a difference. This was also such a stark contrast to the scene we’d just left behind.
I counted six or seven tentacles slowly sliding up my body. Over my shoulder, across my hip, around my leg, up my throat…
Oh God.
I closed my eyes and arched my back.
I’d forgotten the extra miles Walker went to turn a fantasy into reality for me.
The lube came next. Lots of it, coating my stomach and chest, and the tentacles glided through the mess.
In the distance, music was playing again, the volume increasing by the second. No furious, industrial metal this time, but metal with a heavy, slow, seductive pull to it.
Even though I could tell that the tentacles were controlled by hands and fingers, Walker had made them realistic enough to let the fantasy sweep me away. I remembered exactly what the thick, soft tentacles looked like with their tiny suction cups, how the black and pale pink gleamed in the excess lube…
The thickest tentacle that’d circled my leg slithered between my thighs and toward my ass. I was all too happy to give it more access. I exposed my throat too, when a thinner tentacle circled my neck and slid up to my mouth.
Pleasure surged like wildfire when two things happened at once. My cock was engulfed in a tight, slick silicone sleeve, presumably a FleshJack, and the tip of the tentacle playing with my ass started vibrating. I moaned and turned into Master’s little monster whore, the one he’d told me so many times he loved and adored.
You have to be my Master again. I need you.
Regardless of how many men were here to assist him, I only saw Walker in my mind. He controlled every movement of the monster consuming me. My moans grew louder as each tentacle became greedier. They circled my nipples, they squeezed my balls, they choked me gently, they invaded my mouth, they fucked my ass, they held down my arms…and then they pulled my legs closer to my chest and parted my knees, serving up my ass on a platter for my Owner.
Fuck me, Master.
I whimpered and sucked on a tentacle, only to have it replaced by a hard cock. But the tentacle stayed in too. I didn’t know whose cock it was. Maybe Shay’s. I sucked and sucked and swirled my tongue around it, and I rolled my hips to meet the thrusts of the tentacle fucking me. Vibrating inside me.
Please, Master.
“Master…”
Someone gasped and moaned, and I knew it was Shay. I heard him. Then he cursed and pushed his cock into my mouth again, and seconds later, he was coating the roof of my mouth with his come.
“My darling little squid. Take everything for your Master.” Walker’s low voice set me on fire; it was all the permission I needed. Master, Master, Master. “Service his friends, too.”
Anything you say, Master.
He rewarded me with his big, perfect cock. Keeping the vibrating tip of the thick, wet tentacle against my perineum, he pushed his cock deep inside me—and he didn’t rob me of his sounds either. I’d missed those too. To hear the pleasure he took from me, to hear him lose control.
Master took me harder and faster. The tentacles held me in place.
Whoever controlled the FleshJack went faster too, to match Master’s pace.
I started panting. Something hot splashed against my chest before the cool water washed it away. Lane’s face entered my mind when the next cock pushed into my mouth, but it couldn’t be. He couldn’t be ready yet. Whoever it was—wait. Kit? If it wasn’t Lane, it had to be Kit. So soft and smooth, with no hair around his cock. I moaned and swallowed around him, cursing my need for air.
Master and I weren’t the only ones making sounds anymore. I heard groaning all around me, and my head swam. I was fucking delirious. The chokehold, the heavy breaths, the countless touches, the greedy rubbing. Men were coming, and they were coming on me. My cheeks, my neck, my chest. The monster coated itself and me in come, and I wasn’t ready for any of it to stop. But I couldn’t hold back.
The addictive buildup of pleasure stole me away and made me a willing captive in my body. I felt it everywhere. Tingling, rushing, pounding. Sucking Kit’s cock became almost background work to the sheer focus I put on Master’s movements. Even though I couldn’t see him, he was all I saw.
When Kit eventually pulled out and decided to come on my neck, the urgency doubled because instinct told me that this last moment belonged to only Master and me. And I was right. The tentacles went from restraining me to just stroking and slithering along my body. I locked my arms around Master’s neck and pulled him down, and then his warm lips were on mine.
“I need the words,” I rasped.
Oh God.
Sensation overload. One thick, soft, wet tentacle slid around my neck, the tip teasing the corner of my mouth as Master teased his tongue along my own. The FleshJack disappeared too, taking up too much space if I wanted Master so close. And fuck, did I. Close wasn’t close enough. Instead, several tentacles circled my cock and began milking it.
Icing on the cake was Master’s whisper.
“The monster loves you, Macklin.” He left a soft, warm trail of kisses along my jaw. “He loves you so much.”
I exhaled all the tension, all the remaining bad energy, and clung to him. “I love my monster. More than anything.”
He rumbled a low sound of pleasure, and he picked up the pace and fucked me brutally. I was already halfway gone. Zero control, zero walls up. A white-hot rush washed over me, intensifying the pain and euphoria, catapulting me over the edge. I heard a loud, desperate sound and realized it was coming from me. The orgasm was so goddamn strong, and Master’s tentacles kept stroking me till the very last drop.
I didn’t even notice if he’d come, but he must’ve since he slowed down soon enough. The tentacles retreated back into the depths, but Master stayed with me. Inside me. On top of me.
I took a deep breath, utterly listless.
Head completely blank.
He carefully removed the bag over my eyes, and I blinked drowsily. Then he threw it up the beach before peering down at me with a warm little smile.
I loved him so fucking much.
A storm surge of emotions welled up and threatened to overtake me. Years of suppressing my grief and how much I loved and missed him…
We were alone now, and I was thankful. I didn’t look to where the others had gone. I didn’t care.
“You have to be my Master again,” I croaked.
His eyes filled with sympathy and a little amusement. “I never stopped.” He withdrew his cock from me slowly, but I still winced. After riding so many endorphins, I was bound to get smacked by the pain I hadn’t registered during the scenes. “Let’s wash off a bit.”
Could be a good idea, considering I was covered in come and lube.
Master hauled me to my feet, and I had to steady myself against him. Jesus Christ, I was like Bambi on ice.
“Tentacle bukkake—there’s a first time for everything,” I joked.
He laughed and hugged me to him, and then we walked out into the water together. Given how sweaty I realized I was, the water only felt amazing.
We didn’t go too far, just till the water was deep enough for him to half sit and I could throw myself into his arms. Where I belonged. I wrapped my legs around him and everything.
In the faint moonlight, I could just see some of his features. The sexy glint in his eyes, his lips twisting up, the tiny wrinkles that deepened when he smiled.
I leaned back and held my nose, dunking my head underwater a couple times.
Christ, that felt so good.
We didn’t say anything at first. I was content to stare and savor our moment, and he was busy rubbing his hands over my body. Washing away the water-resistant lube that clung like a slick film. Then obviously a couple fingers up my ass too, because why not.
I grinned and rubbed our noses together. And because I was me, I slipped one hand between us so I could play with his cock. I liked it soft and satisfied.
I shivered at the feel of his fingers. It was no longer about washing away his come, was it? He just wanted to feel me too, like I did with him. The humor faded from both of us, and we met in a gentle kiss. Lips brushing sensually, his warm tongue pushing softly against mine.
“You’re gonna make me horny again, Sir,” I whispered.
He hummed and deepened the kiss.
He was getting hard too.
I drew in a breath, and the need struck me so fast. I had to have him inside me again. Now. Screw recovery time. Screw the soreness. Literally.
“Please, Master,” I breathed. We could do it. I knew what lube he used for tentacle play; it took forever to wash off, so my ass was definitely good to go. “Please, please, please, please.” I stroked his cock firmly from base to tip, twisting the skin on the upstroke against the palm of my hand. The way he liked it.
He waited a few more seconds, and then he let his actions speak. He spun me around in his arms, and the moment my feet touched the sand, he pressed the head of his cock between my ass cheeks and entered me in a swift thrust.
I moaned like the fucking slut I was, and pleasure exploded within me. He was my one. The one man I never wanted to use rubbers with. The one who had to take all of me. Nothing less was enough. I covered his hands with mine and moved them to my front, one to touch my chest and the other to rub my cock.
He took over from there so I could put my own hands to better use. Like reaching behind me to touch him wherever I could reach.
“My beautiful slut boy,” he whispered against my neck. “I realized somethin’ tonight.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm.” He returned my hand to my cock, then gripped my hips tightly. Fuck yeah. “I can lock you up in an ivory tower and keep you to myself… I’ll worry and get insecure again. Or…”
Or…?
I closed my eyes at a hard thrust and let the sting bleed into the pleasure.
“Or I can embrace the exhilaration I felt tonight,” he murmured, out of breath. “Where I owned you even when you were surrounded by other men.”
I whimpered.
He finally got it. He got it.
I wasn’t gonna get on a high horse; it’d taken me forever to come to the same realization. Neither of us had dared to open our relationship back in the day. But his grip had been fraught with more fear than mine.
“You had all my focus tonight,” I admitted.
“I know.” He hugged me to him from behind and stayed still inside me. “Poor Shay and Kit—you owe them better blow jobs.”
I spluttered a breathless laugh, mildly mortified. “In my defense, I had a lot of attention on me.”
“Mmm…and you were incredible to watch.” He nipped at my neck. “We’re going to make it, Macklin. Tonight was just the beginning.”
The relief that pummeled through me—I couldn’t describe it.
We’re going to make it.
Hope was such a strong drug.
“Oh my God, this is so nice…” I groaned and stretched out across the sunbed, and I reached for another handful of grapes.
I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the night than to lie right here beside my Master and look up at the millions and millions of stars above us.
Shay had been right earlier, of course. The Tops would never let us spend the night on the beach alone. And I shouldn’t have been surprised whatsoever to discover that the rock thing had just been a distraction and a way to get the ball rolling. They hadn’t given a fuck about actually finding the rock.
“It served its purpose when y’all were runnin’ around like mad before the playtime started.”
We’d go back to the island first thing tomorrow to make sure we hadn’t forgotten anything, but for now, we were chilling on the boats. River, Reese, and Shay were on Master’s rental. Master and I had claimed the sunbed on Ty’s boat, and he and Lane were below.
I didn’t have to worry about my boy. The scene Ty had orchestrated had given Lane the emotional release he’d sorely needed, and he was already busy showing Ty his appreciation.
Colt, Kit, and Lucas had apparently rented their own boat, and they’d headed back to Ty’s island a while ago.
Shay and I should’ve seen their participation coming. Of course they’d be the wild cards that threw us off.
At the sound of a faint sniffle, I tore my gaze from the night sky and looked at Master. Oh no. Fear slammed right into me. Fear and worry.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh—don’t. Don’t.” He waved me off and quickly wiped the stray tear rolling down his temple. “I’m just bein’ a sentimental old fool.”
I frowned and scrambled to my knees next to him, shaking off the blanket in the process, and I could not abandon the grapes faster. “I love my sentimental old fool. Tell me what’s wrong before I freak out, Sir.”
He chuckled thickly and pushed himself up on his elbows. We only had a dim camping lantern for lighting, but it was enough to see the unshed tears in his eyes.
“I just missed you, Macklin. That’s all. I’m processin’.”
My heart.
I inched closer to him and grabbed his hand.
“I was rememberin’ how fuckin’ amazin’ we were together before it all went to shit,” he said quietly. “Before my mother passed—before you opened the restaurant.”
