Page 17 of Stealing the Merman

Finn hovered over him, and Darin buried a hand in his silky curls. He gazed into Finn’s eyes and sighed. In the shade, they took on an aquamarine hue, that beautiful blue with a hint of green. Finn was illegally attractive. Those high cheekbones, those full, rose lips. Golden skin and slender muscles. And Finn’s fishtail was a miracle in and of itself. Its blue was accented with hues of rich gold and deep pinks and purples, like the colors of the sun setting over the ocean. The rays of his fin shone in sky blue, the fish skin between them flamed in a gradient of yellow, orange and pink.

“I’ll do anything you want,” Darin said. He’d never believed someone could wrap him around their finger in mere moments, but then he hadn’t known what the charms of a merman would do to him. His body thrummed with untamed energy and wild arousal. His painfully hard erection throbbed against the velvety skin of Finn’s stomach. “You can do whatever you like with me.” Had he known how beautiful mermen were, he would’ve gotten himself kidnapped by one years ago. By this one. “I’m yours to play with.”

Finn’s eyes closed, and he dropped onto Darin for a kiss. Now that the fog had cleared from his mind, Darin became aware of the nuances of the kiss. Finn’s lips were pillowy soft and tasted of sea salt and sun. His tongue slipped into Darin’s mouth, sending sparks down his spine. Conall had been right. Merman saliva was thicker than human’s and faintly sweet. He bet Conall was right about another property of it too; it would feel better than oil.

His hands played in Finn’s hair, trailed over his shoulders and down his sides. His skin was satiny, and touching it made Darin suspire against his lips. Finn’s kiss was as gentle as it was confident; it was masculine yet pliant. Darin dissolved in it.

When Finn withdrew, a slice of reality caught up with Darin. The waves were playing at his feet, the palm trees rustling in the wind, but it all faded when Finn kissed his jaw and shifted to lick Darin’s nipple. Darin shivered as Finn’s tongue flicked and teased him. Despite the warm weather, he broke out in goosebumps, and his nipples hardened. Finn toyed with the erect nubs, thumbing and sucking them. Each motion shot into Darin’s cock. His tip rubbed Finn’s torso with every move. That tiny bit of silken friction could send him over the edge.

Finn’s touch was tender and firm, and it coaxed submission out of Darin. While Conall had spanked and bitten him toward completion, Finn was taking him there with strokes and kisses. Darin didn’t know which way he preferred.

He hummed when Finn clasped his waist and placed a kiss on his sternum. Damn, those hands around his middle felt good. The possessive touch made Darin want to writhe in lust, but he forced himself to remain still, worried he’d dislodge Finn from where his hot mouth trailed over his skin. Motionlessness only fueled his need, as if Finn’s mere presence tied him up in the most delicious way.

Finn tongued his abdomen, leaving a warm trail as he slid south. Darin’s cock jerked in interest as Finn’s mouth inched closer. Oh, god. Finn wouldn’t, would he? Darin didn’t dare hope. He’d tasted Finn’s mouth, had felt its wet heat on his body. Conall had told him what mermen were capable of.

Darin swallowed. Finn mouthed his hip bone, and desire drowned him. This was too good. Finn’s hands found his thighs and spread them wider. Yes… yes… yes. Blood shot into his cock, making him impossibly harder.

Finn looked up, straight into Darin’s eyes. He sucked his lips into his mouth, and his gaze hooded. Then he let his lips pop free, and they were the most obscene thing. Dark pink. Wet. Swollen.

Darin gulped, unable to look away. A first drop of precum beaded in his slit. Finn’s tongue traveled down his lower abdomen, eye contact unbroken. He curved his tongue, and Darin knew what was next: he would wrap it around the base of his cock.

But Finn didn’t. He bypassed his cock. A frustrated groan built in Darin’s throat. But when that wet slice of heaven slid over his sack, he choked on his complaints. Finn’s tongue washed over him, and Darin dropped a strangled whimper. It was the most intimate he’d ever been touched, and he shuddered, body and soul. Finn did unspeakable things to him, all the while eyeing him from between his legs. It made Darin want to come right then and there. He clenched his jaw, but his cock betrayed his state and leaked another drop of precum. It grew in his slit until it was thick and heavy and dripped down along his underside. It caught Finn’s attention, and he ran a finger up Darin’s shaft. Darin’s veins pulsed against the subtle touch, and when Finn swiped up the drop and licked it off his finger, every muscle in him strained to fend off his impending orgasm.

“You taste good,” Finn said.

Heat crept into Darin’s face, but he was too far gone to let that distract him. Not when Finn returned to his balls and gave them another good lick before taking one into his mouth, gently suckling at it. Darin didn’t dare move. He felt vulnerable and exposed, in a good way. Taken care of. He balled his hands into fists as he forced himself to lay still instead of squirming like he wanted to. Blunt fingernails dug into the palms of his hands as he sought distraction from the flames of pleasure that licked at his insides, threatening to surge through him at will.

Finn eased off and attended to the other one, sliding his tongue over it before wrapping his mouth around it. He dowsed him in sensation. Darin didn’t know how to process any of it. Finn held his most delicate body part in his mouth. Between his teeth. Darin should’ve been afraid, but he trusted him to be careful. He gave himself over to the delicious slickness. His balls had never received this kind of attention, had never felt this good. He couldn’t help but arch his back. The movement dislodged him from Finn, and he groaned in disappointment at the loss.

“You’re eager,” Finn said, lifting his head. Mischief was written all over his face. “Shall we see how eager?” Darin’s insides clenched at the thought of what he might be up to.

Finn placed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his cock, and Darin shuddered at the feathery contact. Keen need raced down his spine and into his balls. Wet and sensitized, every brush of air was a caress. Finn’s tongue swept around the base of his shaft, causing relief and anticipation to roll through him. Dreams were made of this. Finn worked his way up Darin’s length with maddening slowness, licking and nibbling as he went. The touches of his lips left Darin throbbing with need. With every passing moment, his balls became fuller and heavier, climbing higher and higher until they were sitting snug and firm against his body.

He wanted Finn to swallow him, to engulf him with his gorgeous mouth and bring him release. But Finn merely licked the same vein over and over, following its pulsating shape up and down in an unhurried rhythm.

“Fuck,” Darin panted, “I need to come.”

Finn gazed at him, opened wide… and gave Darin a broad stroke of tongue from his root up, stopping short of his glans, the place where he needed him the most.

“Tease,” Darin grumbled. He’d thought Conall was the only mean bastard that’d leave him hot and hanging for ages until he let him come. Apparently not. “I thought you were nice.”

“Am I not nice?” Finn kissed his frenulum, and Darin’s eyes fluttered closed at the tenderness. This was going to be the end of him.

He was about to sink into sexual frustration-induced self-pity when realization struck him. “Is this what it’s like for you? This feeling you want to come, your body is ready, but you can’t?”

A shadow of sadness flitted across Finn’s features. “Every minute of every day.”

Bloody hell. “Come here,” Darin said and held out his arms.

Finn shuffled up until he was hovering over him. Darin closed his arms around him, and Finn let out a surprised sound when Darin pulled him down, hugging him tightly. He dug a hand into those glorious blond locks, massaging his scalp.

“Tell me how I can make you feel good,” Darin said in his ear. Finn’s weight was delicious, and he tried not to think about how divine his cock felt between their bodies. How easy it would be to wrap his legs around Finn’s hips and rut himself to orgasm. It wasn’t fair. “I want to satisfy you.”

Finn kissed his cheek. “There’s nothing that can make me come if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Am I helping or making it worse?” Darin asked, his fingertips kneading Finn’s skin beneath his hair.

“Oh,” Finn said, mirth returning to his voice, “you’re making it better.” He humped Darin for emphasis, pulling a low gasp from him as his cock received a hefty dose of friction. “Or rather, you make it very bad but in a good way.”

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