Gorg cocked his head. “Strip what? The wallpaper?”
“No, your clothes off. Like this.” He was quick to demonstrate, standing bare-ass naked in a matter of moments, his clothes in a puddle on the floor.
“Oh, that kind of strip!” Gorg grinned and tossed off his overcoat, exposing his iridescent tentacles and body. He shimmied out of his boots and the sweatpants Ebbie had loaned him. His cock began to fill as Ebbie watched, enthralled.
“That is one mighty fine dick,” Ebbie said. He was tempted to drop to his knees and suck it, but the promise of wet, soapy sex in the shower was too tempting to ignore. He reached into the shower and turned on the faucet, adjusting the water temperature flowing from the rain shower head.
Taking Gorg’s hand, he led Gorg into the shower, letting the warm water sluice over them. He turned his face up to the spray, then smiled at Gorg. “Hand me that blue bottle, please. And that fluffy puff.”
Ebbie quickly used the liquid soap to saturate the puff. Then putting the bottle back on the shelf, he began to rub the puff over Gorg’s rock hard body and warm, sinuous tentacles.
“Oh, my! That feels wonderful!” Gorg whispered. His head was thrown back, and his cock was standing ramrod straight. Ebbie could tell that the fact he was enjoying the experience went without saying.
Ebbie slid his free hand over Gorg’s back, to Gorg’s plump rear end. He let one finger slip between Gorg’s cheeks and tickle at the tiny ring of muscle surrounding Gorg’s hole.
Gorg began to hum, a throaty sound that was both hungry and horny at the same time. He tried to back on to Ebbie’s finger, to ride it perhaps, but Ebbie was having none of it. Instead, Ebbie spun Gorg around to face the shower wall. “Brace yourself against the wall,” he ordered.
Gorg did as he was told, leaning forward and bracing his forearms against the wet, slick tiles.
Ebbie knelt behind Gorg, and pried his ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole. Dipping his head closer, he began to flick his tongue over it, sucking at it with his lips, and dipping the tip of his tongue inside.
Gorg was no longer humming — he was moaning, low and loud. “What is that you’re doing? I like it!”
Ebbie took a breath. “Rimming. I knew you’d like it. Now, hush. I’m going to jerk you off while eating your ass.”
He returned his licking and flicking tongue to Gorg’s asshole, while reaching around Gorg’s narrow waist and wrapping his fingers around Gorg’s cock.
He stroked it, squeezing, playing with the head while tongue fucking Gorg’s hole. It didn’t take long before Gorg roared and came, painting the shower wall with white drips.
Gorg’s climax left him shaking, trembling with the power of it. He turned and took Ebbie into his arms. “Now you.”
“No. This was just for you, Gorg. My gift, mine to give.”
“That’s not fair! I want you to come, too!”
“Oh, man, you beg so pretty,” Ebbie said, then kissed Gorg hard, tongue pushing in deep and wrestling with Gorg’s. “But to tell you the truth, my stomach is a little upset. If you want to make me happy, let’s dry off, get me into bed, and you can bring me a nice cup of tea.”
Tea? When had Ebenezer Splooge ever asked anyone for a cup of fucking tea? Bourbon, sure. Whiskey, maybe. Fireball, when all else failed, but tea?
Yet, that’s what he wanted. A nice herbal blend that would relax him, and settle his stomach, and help him take the nap he suddenly yearned to indulge in.
Gorg gave him a gentle smile. “Tummy troubles are normal for pregnancy, Ebbie. Let’s get you dried off and into bed, then I’ll get you some tea and toast.”
“Ah,” Ebbie breathed, suddenly feeling exhausted. “That sounds good.”
Gorg helped Ebbie dry off, then picked him up and carried him to the bed, depositing him gently on it. He pulled a folded comforter up over Ebbie.
“Be right back, little love.” He laid a gentle hand on Ebbie’s stomach, and Ebbie wasn’t sure who Gorg was speaking to — him or the baby.
If there was a baby.
He still wasn’t convinced.
But, before he could think about it any further, he slipped into sleep and dreamed of plump, beautiful, tentacled babies with his eyes and Gorg’s iridescent skin.
Chapter 11
“Ebenezer, we need you! Damn it! When are you coming back? What will it take to get you back on set?” Allen’s voice sounded smarmy, almost oily, but Ebbie knew he had it under tight control when all he probably wanted to do was scream at Ebbie.
