Page 48 of Stealing the Merman

Darin rocked his hips back, meeting Finn shove for shove. They lost themselves in the push and pull, Finn pounding him until they were both spilling debauched sounds like two whores in a brothel putting on a show. And maybe they were putting on a show for Conall. They certainly were whores for him.

On the next thrust, Finn angled his hips before diving in, and he nailed Darin’s prostate. Darin gasped as lust coiled in his loins. When Finn hit him spot on, his arms and legs trembled, struggling to keep up his weight. It continued like that until Finn gave his gland a particularly firm smack, and Darin tumbled onto his elbows, unable to hold himself up anymore. He buried his face in the sheets, letting loose a chain of choked noises as Finn made love to his swollen bundle of nerves.

Darin prayed it’d never stop. Conall grabbed onto his hair and pulled him up by it. Darin scrambled to get on his hands, succeeding as pain tore at his scalp. He looked up, finding Conall kneeling before him, his colossal erection in line with his eyes. Darin licked his lips.

Wordless, Conall took his cock and dabbed it across Darin’s waiting lips. Precum smeared over his mouth, and Darin licked it up, savoring the salty taste. Damn, was Conall going to feed him his cock while Finn pounded him? The thought made him salivate. Wild sex dream indeed.

Conall’s glans nudged his lips. “Tongue,” Conall ordered, and Darin obeyed, laving at his engorged head. He licked the smooth flesh, washed over it with uncontained enthusiasm. Conall groaned when Darin dipped into his slit, lapping at the precum seeping out of it. Another flick and more flowed onto his tongue. Delicious.

Darin sealed his lips around the tip, welcoming Conall home with slow swirls and a hint of suction. A deep grunt told him he was doing everything right. Encouraged, Darin’s moves grew bolder. Finn drove into him without pause, and Darin hummed his approval around Conall’s cock. God, he loved that the two of them put both his holes to good use. An unfamiliar sense of purpose settled in his heart, and when Conall cupped his head with both hands and guided him down, Darin rejoiced. This was where he was meant to be: wedged between two men, serving them.

Darin whirled his tongue along Conall’s underside as he sank, determined to be second to none but Finn when it came to bathing that club of a cock in bliss. He took as much as he could and fought his gag reflex when Conall hit the back of his throat and let out a guttural snarl. Conall’s firm hold on his head was perfect. He directed Darin, showed him how he liked him, forcing his head whichever way he pleased.Use me, Darin thought.Use me and make me your fucking whore.

Finn massaged his cockhead into Darin’s prostate, and Darin moaned around the bulky weight in his mouth. He had no words for how he appreciated these two men. Conall’s grip was merciless, and he fucked Darin’s throat in relentless pumps. Darin drooled around his length, his tongue never tiring of the swirls and flicks he bestowed onto him.

Finn dove into him with abandon, plunging into his prostate each time he bottomed out. Darin’s hole undulated under the onslaught, squeezing Finn until heavy, lustful sounds fell from his lips. The more Darin’s insides cramped around him, the wilder Finn became. He snapped his hips in rapid succession, and untamed blows rained on Darin’s gland. It seized in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Finn cursed as he conquered Darin. “N-Never thought it’d be this good. Love your tight hole.”

Those words had orgasm rushing toward him. He fought it, wanting to prolong this haze of bliss.

“Such a good little slut for us,” Conall rasped, smacking the back of his throat. Fingertips massaged Darin’s head, and he purred around the cock abusing his mouth. The vibrations around his shaft spurred Conall on, and he pistoned into him with violent force.

They were making him theirs. Darin wanted it to go on into all eternity. His holes were theirs, and he’d give them anything if only they held him tight and let him pleasure them.

Darin’s insides strained, unwilling to let go. But as his hole tightened in its battle for control, Finn’s moans escalated, becoming loud and urgent. Conall gave a rough shout as he slammed into Darin. He leaned forward, and Darin’s nose and brow pressed into his lower abdomen. Behind him, Finn delved deep, his hips pushing against Darin’s ass, his weight coming to rest on where his hands laid on Darin’s lower back.

There was a wet sound. They were kissing. They were kissing across him with their cocks buried to the hilt in his holes. Finn and Conall moved toward each other, and it shoved their dicks deeper into Darin. He couldn’t breathe, Conall lodged in his airway. Finn rolled his hips, grinding Darin’s prostate.

An orgasm barreled toward him. His hands curled in the sheets as he tried to contain his climax. A slick sound painted the image of Conall’s tongue stroking Finn’s. It pushed him over the edge.

Finn’s engorged glans rubbed his prostate, and it palpitated, trembling in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Darin’s groin convulsed, and his cock shot ribbons of cum across the mattress. He contracted around Finn, who let out a muffled yelp, and then shouted, “Fuck! You’re coming! You’re coming all around my—” The rest of his sentence was replaced by a hoarse groan as he went rigid and drenched Darin’s insides in hot spurts. It set off another explosion in Darin, and he clenched and unclenched, clutching Finn with all his might. He swallowed Conall, his throat kneading his cockhead. Conall roared and cursed, pumped, and he, too, erupted in Darin, shooting splash after splash of seed down his throat.

They collapsed in a heap of limbs, aftershocks reverberating through Darin. He lay on the wet spot where his cum had soaked the sheets, but he couldn’t care less. Finn pulled him into his arms, hugging him from behind, and when Conall joined, Darin nuzzled his face to his broad chest.

He was complete. Never had he found release in the arms of two men, and never had he felt more like he belonged. But then something hard poked Darin’s rear.

“Sorry,” Finn mumbled. “It’s just…”

“…you need cock,” Conall finished for him. “Again.”

“What?” Darin asked. Finn had just come. And before, when Darin had arrived. “How many times have you orgasmed today?”

“Um, four?” Finn patted Darin’s thigh. “I only need one more. Then I’ll be good until tonight.”

“I told you, he’s insatiable.” Conall sighed. “Crazy, beautiful merman. Can’t be a moment without something up his ass.”

“That’s not true!” Finn protested.

“It’s not far from the truth.”

Finn ground his erection into Darin’s crack. “Will you fuck me?”

That was enough for Darin’s cock to stiffen in renewed interest. He hardened against Conall, who gave a rumbling laugh. “Yes, Finn. He’ll fuck you.”

Conall wouldn’t mind? Finn penetrating him was one thing, but the other way around? Conall didn’t like competition, didn’t like to share. Darin mentally scratched his head. He wanted to ask Conall to be sure, but why look a gifted horse in the mouth?

Finn rutted him. He softly moaned into Darin’s ear, his damp breath caressing his skin. Darin grew rock-hard, never mind that his hole was still in heaven with the thorough pounding he’d received. Finn’s hands explored him, running over his thighs, his hips, his sides. He touched him everywhere, and Darin turned in his arms.

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