Page 13 of Stealing the Merman

“But not yourself. Sir.”

Conall rested his hands on Darin’s hips, squeezing him. “I can take care of that myself.” While fantasizing about Darin’s willing body, his tight ass and the filthy sounds he made when Conall buried himself inside him.

Darin swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I don’t want you to,” he said quietly.

“What?”

Darin shuffled back on the table until his tender, firm cheeks framed Conall’s erection. Conall suppressed a grunt as his shaft throbbed against the subtle flesh. “I love to get fucked after I’ve come. You know that. And I’d be jealous of your hand. You shouldn’t need to use it,” Darin said, his face reddening further. “You have me. Anytime you want to come, just take my holes. That’s what I’m here for.” The flush crept onto his chest, into his ears. “Please use me, sir. However you like. Whenever you like.”

Conall’s heart pounded. Darin’s soft voice was seductive. He had to put a damper on this. “And what if I want to get off thinking about my merman?”

“Then think of him while you fuck me. I don’t mind. You make him sound irresistible. He must be gorgeous. I love thinking about you using his mouth.”

That did it. “You fucking dirty little thing.” The corners of Darin’s mouth curved upward lazily. He had to be tired. Worn out. Conall had milked him to the last drop, he’d made sure of that. And yet he was asking for more. What had Darin said?I haven’t touched myself since you started fucking me.Well, neither had Conall. The realization should’ve been like a bucket of cold water. Instead, it fueled the fire racing through his body. His cock jerked against Darin’s naked ass. “You want to be my cum dump?”

“Yes, sir.”

He pictured himself calling on Darin in the middle of the night when he awoke with a hard-on. Taking him whenever he felt the slightest inkling. Fucking him on deck in front of the jeering crew. He could almost hear their taunts: “Look at that cum slut. Takes it up the ass any hour of the day for the captain.” Conall smirked, even though he wouldn’t go so far and do the last. Probably.

He liked the idea of focusing all this sexual attention on Darin far too much. But he could do it. It’d be dirty, impersonal. There was no emotional risk for him. Heck, it wasn’t different from what they’d been doing so far. Only that it’d become a conscious decision to unload into Darin’s holes and nowhere else. His cock twitched. He made a decision.

“Eyes ahead,” Conall said, and Darin turned his head. “Hold onto the edge of the desk. You’ll need all the support you can get when I drive into you.” Good thing the desk was mounted to the floor, like all tables on the ship, to prevent it from toppling when sailing through a storm. Conall appreciated that feature when putting someone across his desk to pound them into tomorrow.

He spread Darin’s cheeks and guided his cock in until he brushed that tiny opening. It quivered in anticipation. Conall pushed into it, encountering resistance. Darin was deliciously small. The boy bore down, making it easier for Conall to slide home. He pushed through the remaining resistance, invading Darin in one long, slow push until he bottomed out.

Darin’s snug hole fit him like a glove. Conall groaned. This was his favorite place on Earth. That, and Finn’s perfect mouth. He gave a shallow thrust in Darin’s oiled tunnel. His skin glided over his shaft, causing delectable friction. Too. Fucking. Good.

Getting Darin off drove Conall out of his mind. He loved watching the boy writhe in orgasm. It made him pound him all the harder.

Conall withdrew, then snapped his hips. Darin moaned but not loud enough. Conall adjusted the angle, aiming for the prostate, and when he slammed into Darin next, he nearly came off the table.

“Fuck! Sir! Ahhh… s-so good. You’re so big.”

Conall trailed a finger along Darin’s rim where it wrapped around his cock. “You stretch nicely, you gorgeous little slut.”

Darin hummed, and Conall thrust into him faster and faster as he worked off a day full of terror and worry. Each time he rammed into Darin, weight dropped off his shoulders. The scent of sweat and cum hung between them. The air was stuffy and muggy, and Conall’s clothes stuck to his skin. He grunted, working his cock into Darin. Conall’s body was molten lava. The room was too damn hot. Mindlessly, Conall ripped at the laces holding his shirt together at his chest. They came loose, and he peeled the damp cotton off his skin, never ceasing his now shallow thrusts. He shoved his breeches to his thighs, and the fabric dropped to his ankles by itself. Cool air hit him. Much better.

He rutted Darin with abandon until he was rewarded with a panted litany of obscene curses. Darin’s hole clamped down on him, and Conall gritted his teeth as he fought the edge of climax. He wouldn’t let himself come, not until he’d ruined Darin for good.

Wild with desire, he sank onto Darin, shoving one hand into his rumpled hair, the other digging into his shoulder. It spurred Darin on, and he dropped into high-pitched, drawn-out whimpers that matched Conall’s every smack into his prostate. Blind with desire, Conall cupped Darin’s hands and twined their fingers. He lowered his head and kissed Darin’s back.

“That’s it,” Conall said into his ear. “Moan like the filthy whore you are.” Darin’s volume increased, and Conall licked the shell of his ear. “You love being a whore for me, don’t you?”

“Yes… ahhh, sir… ahhh…”

“That’s right. You’re my perfect little cum dump. Can’t wait to unload in that perky ass of yours.”

“Please, sir… nghhh… use me…”

Darin shouldn’t be this perfect. He shouldn’t be his willing, pretty boy, offering himself to him to use as he pleased. Being his cabin boy was meant to be a cold and impersonal arrangement. Instead, warmth and pride spread in Conall’s chest as he held Darin. The boy took everything he gave with an eagerness that made Conall dizzy. This was anything but impersonal. And at that moment, Conall stopped caring about his petty concerns. He ground into Darin’s prostate and earned a series of choked pleas of “Yes… more… harder…”

Conall squeezed his hands, panted into his ear. Darin’s moans turned into impassioned, unrestrained screams.

“That’s right,” Conall said. “Let them hear you scream. Let the whole ship hear you.”

“Ahhh!”

“Let them know who fucks you into oblivion. Let them know who fucks you so hard, you can barely walk.”

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