Page 35 of Little Saint Nautilus

Nemo beamed up at me through sleep-heavy eyes. “Thank you, Cory. I’m proud of myself, too. I think we should celebrate with sex.”

The way he said it as a factual statement had a laugh popping out of me as I threw my arms around him and lifted him off his feet. “You are a quick learner.”

“Yes, I am.” He smiled widely.

“First dinner, then we’ll see what happens.” I set him back down on the floor of our apartment.Ourapartment. Funny how easily that thought came to me, how much he filled the place and made it feel like it was ours together.

“Can I turn on the Christmas tree?”

“Sure thing, little one. I’m going to change and then I’ll fix something to eat.”

The lights turned on, illuminating the apartment in multi-colored hues. A smile stayed on my face as Iundressed. I could feel Nemo watching me, his eyes boring into my ass as I bent over and pulled up my flannel pajama pants. Fuck, if that didn’t make my blood rush south. At this rate, I was about ready to bypass dinner and jump straight to dessert, but the soul-deep need to take care of Nemo forced the thought aside. It didn’t mean I couldn’t make it a quick dinner, though.

Boxed spaghetti noodles and jarred sauce. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was fast and easy. Icouldcook, but the hungry stare in Nemo’s eyes when I turned around after changing was living rent-free in my head, and I was ready to move things along.

He’d been suspicious of the spaghetti at first. I hadn’t thought about the noodles looking like cirri. But after assuring him it wasn’t, he seemed to enjoy it. I loved watching him discover new foods, loved watching him do pretty much anything, really.

After dinner, Nemo helped me wash the dishes. He seemed to enjoy helping. Everything was so new it didn’t feel like a chore to him. Not working, not cleaning up. He found joy in these things I often took for granted.

Once we were done, he stood in front of the Christmas tree, staring at the seahorse with a half-hearted smile. I knew it reminded him of the sea, for good and bad. I hated not being able to do anything to get him back to the ocean. Selfishly, I wanted him to stay right here, but I knew he belonged to the ocean.

I stood behind him and circled my arms around his middle. Nemo sighed and leaned against me, his head falling on my shoulder. I kissed the top of his brown hair. “What are you thinking about?”

He was quiet for a moment. “The sea.”

I bent my head lower, kissing the side of his temple. “I figured as much. Is there anything you want to talk about? Or anything I can do?”

“I think tomorrow, when we go out surfing, I might shift and swim, to try to feel for my shell again.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” There had been a moment before we caught the first wave that I feared he would leap into the water and never look back. Instead, he stayed with me. I kissed next to his eye. He closed them and made a soft hum. Nemo tilted his neck to allow me more room.

When he spoke again, his airy voice came out a little thicker. “That is my plan for tomorrow, but for tonight…” Instead of finishing his thought, he pushed his ass back against my crotch, the flannel rubbing against my sensitive skin, causing us both to moan. I slid my hands down to grip his hips, pulling him closer.

“Is this what you want, Nemo?”

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Yes.”

I was dying to get between the perfect soft mounds of his ass, but there was something I needed to do first. Turning him around in my arms, I bent over him and kissed him hard. His mouth opened immediately, invitingme in. His lips were so soft, his tongue explored mine more confidently, and his taste had a hint of brine that went straight to my cock.

Nemo threw his arms around my neck, pulling my mouth tighter onto his until there was practically no room to even catch a breath. He was my oxygen, and I was his. I moved us backward until the edge of the couch hit the back of my legs. I would have dropped to my knees before him if I’d been able to. Instead, I broke our kiss and sat down on the edge of the couch, spreading my legs and pulling him to stand between them.

“Stay right here,” I said firmly. He watched my fingers slip beneath his waistband and slide the linen pants down, letting his cock spring free. “Do you remember what I told you yesterday?”

“You told me a lot of things yesterday, Cory.”

I smirked. “True. But remember, if there’s anything you don’t like, you can tell me to stop.”

His eyes darkened with hunger, and he nodded. He looked wild with lust, and the Christmas lights shining behind him made the contrast even more erotic. I lowered my eyes to feast on his beautiful dick that stood hard and strong before me. Glancing up, I licked my lips, watching him as I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the head.

“Oh!” He let out a surprised shout, but he didn’t give any indication he wanted me to stop. Thank fuck, because he tasted so good, and I needed more. Again,I teased the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. Nemo groaned obscenely, and he stepped closer, clearly wanting more.

When I opened my mouth and took the whole head into my mouth, his hips bucked, and his hands landed on my shoulders. “Ah! Cory!”

I hummed around him and began to swallow him down. The deeper I went, the tighter his grip on my shoulders. His fingers pressed in so much I thought they might leave bruises. The thought had my dick throbbing in my pants.

Nemo was breathing hard, but still hadn't made any move to stop me. So I gave in to what I’d been craving. I dove down, letting my tongue work around his shaft, and pumped with my mouth. He groaned loudly with each bob of my head. I was sure the neighbors could hear everything with how loud he was being, but I didn’t care. I fucking loved it.

When I went down to his base, his cock hitting the back of my throat, a fluttering over my stomach had me groaning around him. I knew what it was this time. I had felt it enough to understand a cirrus was reaching into my pants, followed by more until I felt the pants being pulled down and my cock freed.

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