Earth Husbands are Odd (Earth Fathers #2) - Lyn Gala Page 0,40

had a thing against clothing. Rick took the opportunity to shove the pants to the floor, and then Max’s underwear followed, leaving soft, cool tentacles pressed against Max’s hot skin.

Knowing what Rick wanted, Max curled his arm around the closest tentacle before tickling the spot where the underside met Rick’s body. That made all Rick’s finger tentacles wiggle in pleasure. Yep, Max knew his octopus. He grinned as the tentacles around him shivered and undulated.

Rick curled a tentacle around Max’s thigh, pulling his legs apart so Max’s hole was obscenely exposed. “You are a naughty octopus,” Max said.

“Max like naughty.” Rick had a two-toned belch.

He wasn’t wrong. Rick pressed against Max’s hole, and Max moaned. A hundred touches all demanded his attention at once. Max breathed harder as his skin grew more and more sensitive. Fingers danced over his shoulders and his nipples and the backs of his knees, and Max’s brain couldn’t keep up with the way his whole body hungered for more.

That called for a counterattack. Max pulled on a tentacle, exposing the “underarm” area, which was a prime tickle target. Max ran his fingertips over the sensitive skin, and Rick shivered. However, a questing tentacle ran across Max’s pebbled nipple, the fingers teasing and tugging at it as the tentacle curled around.

Max’s cock twitched and heat gathered in his balls. At one point he hadn’t liked the idea of tentacles in his bed. He’d been an idiot. Rick was a sexual god. “I missed you today.” Max ran his hands up those well-muscled tentacles. “I’ve gotten used to spending all day with you.”

“Max stay inside. I am happy,” Rick said. Even without proper grammar, he was very easy to understand. But as much as Max wanted to make Rick happy, he didn’t want to give the rest of the universe carte blanche to disrespect his family. He had to get them to see Rick the way he did—as a gentle genius—a shy creature who had an endless capacity for love.

Rick tightened the tentacle around the base of Max’s cock. Max’s body arched and his breath grew quicker. Rick had such an advantage with all those tentacles and hundreds of fingers, all of which could tease and torment at once. Apparently in addition to being a gentle giant, he was a little bit of a sadist. Just a tiny bit.

That feeling was reinforced when Rick’s fingers pulled at Max’s nipples and teased the slit of his cock at the same time. Max’s whole body was hot enough for spontaneous combustion. Max couldn’t control his reactions when Rick got his tentacles going. A tip pressed against Max’s hole, and he gasped.

“You...” Max grunted as the tentacle eased in.

“Me,” Rick said with confidence. He entered Max with a single, strong thrust that stole Max’s breath. White dots floated through Max’s vision as Rick pressed against his prostate. Throwing his head back, Max sucked in a hungry breath as he trembled.

Rick rumbled, his voice a vibration more than words, or at least the translator didn’t offer any specific translations. Max squirmed, ramming his hips into the air to take the pressure off his ass, but Rick took the opportunity to drive farther into Max.

Soft touches teased the inside of Max’s thighs, and he started begging. “Please” and “more” and “fuck, yeah” fell out of him, but Max had stopped paying attention to his mouth because his brain was focused on every tender brush of cool skin against his. Rick’s fingers whispered across his chest and thighs, but that strong tentacle up Max’s ass was demanding. Unyielding.

Max was caught between those two storm fronts.

Max arched his back and came with a cry, his body one overstretched nerve as come shot out and splattered across his lower stomach. Rick trembled and twitched, his tentacles tightening until Max had trouble breathing. Max tried to speak, but couldn’t catch his breath and he panted as the orgasm left him feeling about as energetic as a beached fish.

Rick pulled his tentacle out, leaving Max hollow. “You are damn good at this sex thing,” Max finally managed to say.

Rick caressed Max’s neck before settling his weight down against Max’s side. Max fought his lethargy to pull Rick closer to him. Their bodies pressed together, Rick’s cooler skin a balm against Max’s heat. “I test Max body. I like Max body.”

“I like Rick body,” Max said. There was so much more he wanted to say. He wanted to reassure Rick that he cared more about him than he