Page 19 of Stealing the Merman

Finn kissed his way to Darin’s lower stomach. Darin bit his lip, preparing for another round of languid teasing. He yelped in surprise when Finn’s tongue circled the corona of his tip. The spark in his eyes and the playful smirk on his lips promised delightful trouble.

When Finn lowered onto his erection and took him in his mouth, Darin sucked in air. The tight, wet heat inundated his senses. Everything faded except his cock and that warm, damp paradise that closed around him and took him home.

Finn had skill. He used his lips and tongue expertly, squeezing and swirling as he bobbed his head. His saliva had the perfect consistency to slick up Darin’s cock. Darin wished he could cause Finn even more pleasure than the humming and moaning around his cock indicated. A faint pink graced Finn’s cheeks, and the look in his eyes was beyond lecherous. It made Darin think of how Conall would have praised him for showing his appreciation for being fed cock. Finn’s eagerness would have gratified Conall to no end.

Darin moaned when Finn laved his frenulum. Pleasure soared and spiked as Finn hollowed his cheeks. Engulfed by heat and wetness and the vibrations of Finn’s humming, Darin was close to blowing.

When he thought it couldn’t get any better, he hit the back of Finn’s throat. Darin gasped and shuddered. He sank his hands into Finn’s soft curls. Finn shot him an encouraging look.Use me, it said, and Darin was too tempted not to.

He fucked into Finn’s mouth in long thrusts, hitting the back of his throat each time. He panted, uncontrolled grunts spilling out of him as he rocked his hips and dove deep. Finn indulged him, letting the sensations build. Darin was barreling toward orgasm when Finn halted him. He held Darin still, sucked and pushed down. Darin’s engorged tip probed the depths of Finn’s mouth, nudging the back. He groaned. Finn tilted his head, and Darin went deeper. His insistent sounds hitched, and when his cockhead entered the constricting tunnel of Finn’s throat, his eyes rolled back in his head.

Finn went down another inch, and it tore a silent scream from Darin. His mouth hung open, and he panted as Finn’s lips pressed to the very root of his cock. Finn swallowed around him, and the whole world tightened. Exquisite pressure enfolded him. Nobody had blown him like that. And then Finn sucked.

Darin’s entire being shot into his cock. He consisted of nothing but his throbbing length. Finn hummed, and it vibrated through Darin until it pulled him over the edge.

His cock jerked in Finn’s throat as his pelvic floor seized in ultimate pleasure. Finn squeezed him, and he came in long, rhythmic spurts. When he thought he had nothing left to give, Finn swallowed, increasing the pressure. Darin screamed. His cock pumped another shot of cum down Finn’s throat. Finn was milking him for his seed, continuously swallowing until he’d pulled the last drop from Darin’s pulsing flesh. Darin moaned in satisfaction when he pulled off him, releasing his cock with apop.

Drained and ruined, Darin lay in the sand. He gave himself a moment before coming up to thank Finn with a kiss. His mouth tasted good. Darin sighed happily, knees bracketing Finn’s body as their tongues met, nudging and stroking.

“You have the best mouth,” Darin said and gave him another peck.

For a while, they lay on their sides in the sand, Darin’s fingers combing and stroking Finn’s hair, while Finn ran his hand over his chest and stomach, sometimes dipping down to his cock, fondling him. Darin was hard again within minutes of coming. Finn was a personified aphrodisiac, Darin decided. He was pure sex, and looked, smelled and tasted too good to resist. Darin couldn’t keep his hands off him. How he wished he could make him experience the heights of lust.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when it was Finn who lost patience first, pushed him onto his back and rolled on top.

“You’re insatiable,” Darin said, grinning up at him.

“Of course I am. I don’t get to play with a man every day and have to make the most of this.”

The words “I don’t deserve you” sat on the tip of Darin’s tongue, but he swallowed them, not wanting to ruin the moment. They kissed, and Finn pressed him to the ground, Darin willingly giving him the reins.

As Finn moved down on him, he closed his eyes, waiting for Finn’s mouth to return to his cock. When that didn’t happen, he looked and had to blink when he saw Finn sucking two fingers into his mouth. Goosebumps broke out all over his skin. He knew what that meant. Images of Conall oiling his fingers flashed before his eyes. Conall had told him how good merman saliva felt when used for this purpose. Darin loved getting blown, but all of a sudden, he couldn’t wait to have Finn’s digits up his ass.

He watched, mesmerized as Finn sucked at his fingers, devotion shining in his eyes. He, too, wanted to be inside Darin, in any way he could. It had Darin’s stomach in knots. God, he wished he could offer his body to Finn in a way that would satisfy his every need. He wanted to be a source of never-ending, all-encompassing pleasure for him, to be taken and used as Finn liked. There’d be no greater honor than to serve this beautiful merman.

Finn placed a soft, slick finger pad on his sphincter, and Darin quivered, dropping an involuntary moan. Finn’s touch was fleeting and gentle, then he withdrew. The morning air was cool on Darin’s wet hole, drawing all his attention to this one place. When Finn’s touch returned, Darin’s ring of muscle fluttered against it. Finn circled his opening in a slow, intimate caress. Darin’s cock, hard and curving up to his stomach, gave a twitch, causing precum to well up.

Finn’s finger pushed against his cinched hole, then glided inside. Darin closed around him, squeezing the digit penetrating him. Finn slid through him in fluent motions, his finger offering the barest stretch. But soon, he added a second one, and two of Finn’s long, slim fingers provided the pressure he wanted. They dove in and out a few times, then Finn crooked them, finding Darin’s pleasure center at the first go. Darin moaned as Finn hit him just right. It was perfect. The spot, the angle, the pressure.

Darin choked on air when Finn made a come-hither gesture inside him, followed by a tap. Where Conall’s fingers had been thick and calloused, Finn’s were smooth and dexterous. And they played him like an instrument.

He looked up into Finn’s perfect aquamarine eyes, watched him lick his rose lips. And then Finn nudged him. The sight of him, all golden in the sunlight, combined with his ministrations, made Darin tremble. More precum pooled, and with Finn’s next stroke, it spilled over, dripping onto Darin’s stomach in a long, clear thread.

Finn leaned in, licking up the mess on Darin’s abdomen. He moaned at the taste and followed the liquid rope to Darin’s cockhead, which was leaking more. Darin held his breath as Finn’s tongue swiped over him. What he hadn’t expected was Finn probing his prostate at the same moment.

He arched his back, and in the process, his glans slipped between Finn’s parted lips. Oops. The sudden heat and wetness caught him off guard. Panicked, he clamped down on the rising urge in his loins. But he also clutched Finn’s fingers, which pressed them against his inner walls in all the right ways.

It got worse and better when Finn, unfazed by the accidental push into his mouth, took the situation in stride and sheathed him. Darin gasped, desperately trying to contain his impending orgasm. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming after two seconds in Finn’s mouth and strained his pelvic floor in an attempt to control the urgency with which his balls climbed. His cock throbbed, veins pulsing as that heavenly tongue massaged them.

Finn bobbed his head, giving Darin’s underside plenty of attention. A helpless, urgent squeal forced its way out of Darin. He wouldn’t be able to keep it together if Finn continued. It didn’t matter he’d come twice already. Finn had him aroused and ready to blow simply by breathing.

Those delectable fingers curled inside of him, teasing his gland. Darin shook, hyperaware of how his two most sensitive spots responded to Finn’s every touch.

“Y-You’re going to make me come if you… if you don’t slow…” Darin forced out.

Finn looked up at him through his long, dark lashes, and as if in answer, his fingers rubbed Darin’s love knot. Darin hissed. Finn’s mouth slid further onto his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Darin panted, and then he hit the back of Finn’s throat and saw stars. By instinct, he knew what was next, but his body wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of pleasure when Finn sucked him down to the root. His cockhead met resistance as he nudged the entrance to Finn’s throat. But then something gave way, and he drove into the snug passage.

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