Page 18 of Stealing the Merman

Darin laughed. “Then how do I make you feel terrible in the best way?”

Finn sat up on his elbows and smirked at him. “You were about to.”

“Huh?”

“I want to play,” Finn said and ran a finger over Darin’s bottom lips. “I want to tease you.”

Understanding dawned on Darin. “You want to make me feel like you do. You want me to skirt the edge, where I’m clenching and begging and ready to do anything to be allowed to come. That’s the instinct mermen have, right? A part of the curse? It does sound as awful as it sounds amazing to be left hanging by you, and it would satisfy you on some level, mentally at least.”

“It would.”

Darin kissed him, wild and hard. “Do it.”

“I want to lick you until you come.”

Oh, fuck. “I get to come?”

“Of course you do,” Finn said, amusement coloring his voice. “Your cock squirting cum down my throat is the best part.”

Darin pulled him down for a bruising kiss. “Do your worst.” And with that, he placed his hands on Finn’s shoulders and pushed him toward his straining erection.

Finn’s lips curved upward, and he beamed as he dipped between Darin’s legs. Darin settled in for a long ride and watched Finn return to playing with his cock. Damn. No one had teased him to orgasm before. Conall had manhandled him to orgasm. But small caresses until his body couldn’t take it anymore and spilled his cum? That was a new game.

The first touch of Finn’s tongue to his swollen flesh was so intense, it made him gulp down air. Finn’s eyes twinkled, and Darin decided he wouldn’t hold back. If it brought Finn pleasure, he would hide none of his reactions. It’d lay him bare, but all he cared about was satisfying Finn.

A kiss to his length made him shudder, his length tuned to savor the affection. Finn dedicated himself to tonguing his shaft, driving Darin to the brink of madness. His cockhead screamed for attention and got none. Finn left it there, red and angry. Darin’s heartbeat reverberated through it, and he panted and whined with every lick and touch he received elsewhere.

Finn added his fingertips, not to Darin’s needy cock, but his aching balls. He trailed them over his sack over and over, like slowly running water. It was too much, too little, too gentle, and a sob broke out of Darin. “So good. I love how you make me ache.” Finn gazed at him through half-closed eyes, brows drawn together, tongue out and giving him another lick. “Don’t stop. Make me feel it all.”

And Finn did. His lips and tongue were sweet torment. Darin didn’t notice the building pleasure until it came over him in waves. He wasn’t coming, but a floaty feeling ebbed and flowed through him like the swaying sea.

His cockhead twitched in time with his pulse, and every tremor pushed more precum out his slit. It pooled, forming a shiny pearl that gleamed in the morning sun. It was proof of the height of his arousal, and he caught Finn eyeing it hungrily. He trembled with need at the thought of Finn closing his lips around him, and the bead shook with the judder.

“Please, lick it up,” Darin said. His glans had turned purple and swollen to the point the skin stretched taut and became shiny. His cockhead gave another pulsation as if to underline the gravity of his need.

Finn stared at the thick drop, seemingly transfixed by it. And then, merciful god, he leaned in and ran his tongue over Darin’s distressed crown, collecting the pearl. The wetness was a boon on his deprived flesh, and he groaned at the benign touch. Finn’s eyes were closed as he savored his taste, but when he opened them, they were full of hunger. His gaze dropped to Darin’s slit where his throbbing despair had brought up another droplet. Finn tongued his slit, and Darin broke out in trembling, wanton moans in time with each lick.

His head fell back in the sand, and he screamed his desire. He strained his muscles to keep from writhing like a bitch in heat as Finn took him apart. His groin tensed, and he knew he was close. He just needed a little more.

Then Finn was gone, and Darin tried and failed to swallow his frustrated sob.

Soft hands settled on his hips, thumbs stroked him in soothing circles. If Finn lived his life feeling the frustration tearing Darin apart, it had to be unbearable. Darin could take it for an hour, but a lifetime?

A trail of kisses to his underside pulled him out of his thoughts. They reached his glans, and with a sweep of tongue, Darin was in heaven.

Like a kitten lapping at milk, Finn licked and licked and licked at his frenulum, over and over until Darin’s world was spinning. Sensations overwhelmed him. Never had that one spot felt so raw and needy. All his awareness ran together in the place that Finn caressed with abandon. He used little more than the tip of his tongue, but a sharp tug at his insides, and Darin knew it was all he needed. The world consisted solely of the point where their bodies met, wet tongue and pulsing cockhead.

Heat and tension seized his loins, and as orgasm barreled down on him, Darin shouted. “Take me in your mouth! Please, take—ah…”

Lips sealed around his tip, and not a moment too early, as copious spurts shot out of him and into a hot, waiting mouth. Darin cried out, the muscles at the base of his cock contracting in rapid spasms, pumping cum. His insides convulsed, tensing and relaxing in the world’s most satisfying rhythm. Finn licked and sucked him throughout, drawing out his climax as he greedily swallowed everything Darin gave him. With a grunt, Darin spilled the last of his seed onto that perfect tongue, and with a final flick, Finn pulled off.

Afterward, Darin lay panting in the sand. For a long moment he didn’t move, unable to use a single muscle. Birds sang in the trees behind him, and gentle waves splashed as they broke on the beach. Then he opened his eyes to the sight of Finn, smiling.

“That was amazing,” Darin said and pushed up to claim Finn’s lips. His tongue ducked into the merman’s mouth, tasting the combination of his salty release and Finn’s sweet flavor.

When they parted, Darin flopped back into the sand, pulling Finn with him. Finn landed on his torso, shimmying. The friction brought Darin’s attention back to his cock, which was, to his astonishment, still hard. And the hunger in Finn’s gaze informed him that they were far from done.

“I’m glad you enjoyed your first orgasm,” Finn said, and the promise that lay in those words had Darin’s insides clenching in need. Were mermen addictive? Darin was definitely drunk on merman, and Finn’s presence was virility-inducing beyond belief. How could one not be rock-hard around that face, that body? Not to mention his cute smile and twinkling eyes. They turned Darin’s heart into warm goo and his cock to granite.

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