Page 26 of Stealing the Merman

Finn took over. His hands roamed Darin, from his arms over his sides to his hips, from his shoulders over the buds of his nipples to his taut stomach. Everywhere Finn touched him, the contact warmed his skin. Darin’s cheeks heated at the growing urgency in his loins, and he wriggled under Finn, rubbing against him.

He didn’t want to be selfish, determined to give Finn as much as he could. His cock was begging for attention, the slit weeping a first droplet, proof of his excitement. When Finn moved to kiss his neck, Darin’s erection dragged over his stomach, smearing it with precum. Satisfaction at the small mark of ownership thrived in Darin.

He was given no chance to dwell on it because next Finn mouthed his collarbone, and from there, his hot mouth moved south, painting Darin’s torso in affection. His tongue flicked Darin’s nipple, the nub hardening at the attention, and more when Finn let go and cool air enveloped it. Confident hands steadied Darin as Finn turned to the other pec, circling the pebbling skin with the tip of his tongue. He nudged the firm center, and the sensation shot into Darin’s cock. He yearned for more, his shaft straining against Finn’s firm stomach. Finn applied his teeth, running them along the rosy patch of sensitive skin until Darin overloaded, giving a full-body jerk.

Finn gave his pec a final, wide-jawed bite, then he slid down Darin’s body, leaving kisses along his path. Water splashed when his lower half hit the waves below the rock, and he wrapped his arms around Darin’s thighs, pulling him to the edge. The sea had washed the rock surface smooth, and Darin glided over it without resistance.

Darin’s butt aligned with the brink, and he pulled up his legs, bending in half to give Finn full access. Finn licked his lips, and Darin wondered what sight he was offering him: spread cheeks, tight balls, erect cock.

“You look delicious,” Finn said as if reading his mind.

Darin expected Finn to sink onto his dick or to drive him crazy with denial, teasing him with his tongue until he came. He didn’t expect Finn to lean in and give his anus a broad stroke of tongue. A surprised yelp flew from Darin’s mouth at the delectable sensation. Fuck, that felt good. He didn’t understand why Finn did it. Nobody had done this to him.

Finn’s tongue connected with his entrance, driving all thoughts from him. His hole twitched against the wet touch, the muscle unable to hide its reaction to the unfamiliar yet welcome feelings. A soft moan fell from his lips when Finn repeated the motion. It escalated to a string of high-pitched sounds as Finn continued to caress his most private place. Darin couldn’t believe he was licking himthere, making him feel things he hadn’t thought possible. The intimacy of the act turned his world upside down, and his heart hammered as he shamelessly voiced his pleasure.

Finn drew slow circles around his opening, coaxing it into relaxation. The tight muscle loosened under his ministrations, and tension seeped out of Darin as Finn’s tongue stroked him. The smooth motions flowed over and through Darin until he floated in a state of blissful desire, every muscle in him slackening. He was no longer in control, and Finn elicited the sweetest responses from him.

Another slow, deliberate circle and then that heavenly tongue pushed Darin’s sphincter. He whimpered at the exquisite anguish it caused him. But the little muscle had been softened and seduced into pliancy. Finn pushed into it once more, and defenseless against the intrusion, it gave up all semblance of resistance and submitted to Finn. He wormed inside, and Darin keened when he massaged his inner walls.

It was too much. Darin constricted around the invasion, closing around that wonderful tongue and pushing his insides tighter against it. Darin gasped, the intensity of the sensation overwhelming him. Yes, he’d experienced fingers inside him but never a tongue. The feeling was different. It didn’t reach as deep, but it was soft, almost squishy, and gloriously slick.

Darin rocked his hips, and Finn grabbed his thighs, keeping him in place. Damn, he loved being held down, controlled and used. He wanted to be used for Finn’s pleasure, and if that included Finn’s tongue in his little hole, it was more than he deserved.

Finn’s arms around his legs were like screws forcing him into position. He slid in and out of Darin, opening him up with ease. Darin’s anal muscles had never been this relaxed. He sighed, surrendering to Finn’s care.

He whined when Finn withdrew, his hole sad and empty after all the affection.

“You miss me already?” Finn asked.

“Come back inside, please. Need you,” Darin begged, hoping the heat creeping into his cheeks would remain unseen in the shadows of the cave. His sounds certainly were being swallowed, not only by the lapping of water against stone but also by the grunts and groans of the other men. Darin had been right—no man could resist a merman; the noise echoing off the walls spoke for itself.

His prayers were answered when Finn pushed back between his cheeks. His tongue came down on Darin, who moaned, hungry for more. Finn licked across his rim, and Darin’s jaw slackened. His anal muscle did too, giving in to the wet massage. Finn slipped inside, then rotated his tongue, granting Darin’s walls plenty of attention.

Darin’s breath hitched, and an impassioned sound pressed its way out of him. He panted, unable to contain the joy Finn caused his insides. Finn moved in and out of him, fucking him at a languid pace.

Darin’s balls climbed. One particularly sweet lick and the urge to orgasm slammed into him. Finn slid into his hole, making his cock twitch in need. Darin longed to be touched. It wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge.

“P-Please,” he forced out, breath irregular. “I want to come…” His erection jerked and trembled in agreement.

Finn looked up at him through his thick, dark lashes, his eyes large and beautiful. The sight made Darin’s insides tighten with the need to spill his seed. A strangled moan fell from his lips, and Finn darted deeper, tongue sliding across Darin’s insides.

His slit wept precum, at first a mere droplet, but it grew to a fat bead. Darin’s cockhead, dying to be touched, gave a desperate twitch, and the translucent pearl spilled, running down his underside.

He prayed his cock’s liquid proof of its distress would compel Finn to show him mercy and drag his mouth up his pulsing length. Hope soared when Finn pulled out and eyed the blob that sat where Darin’s root met his heavy balls.

But he didn’t lap at him, not even when another rush of fluid streamed down Darin’s length. Instead, Finn swiped up the drop with his finger and brought it to his mouth. His face contorted in pleasure when he sucked his fingertip, eyes closing at the taste.

More precum pooled in Darin’s slit. One jerk of his pulsating length and the growing pearl overflowed, forming a rivulet, constantly fed by his weeping slit. Darin groaned, hoping it’d entice Finn. He needed his hot mouth, needed it on his despairing cock.

But all he got was a swipe of Finn’s fingertip from base to tip. Darin shuddered when the soft pad traveled across his frenulum.

“Please,” he breathed, too subdued by arousal to form more words, let alone a coherent sentence.

Finn regarded him as he sucked his finger clean. Darin was glad the rope tied his hands, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to resist the temptation to fist his cock and bring himself to orgasm with two or three hard and fast pumps.

He whined when Finn returned to his opening, tongue gliding over it before wriggling inside past the useless resistance of his relaxed muscle. It was sweet agony. Finn licked his hole to heaven while his erection angrily twitched in the air, begging to be touched, yearning for Finn’s mouth.

Precum welled and spilled, pushed out and over as his cock throbbed in time with his pulse. Darin came off the ledge when a finger pad settled on the root of his shaft and followed the wet trail up his underside, daubing and spreading the fluid.

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