Page 49 of Stealing the Merman

He kissed Finn, tasting the sweetness of his mouth. Finn stroked his tongue over Darin’s, making him hum in happiness. Conall’s hot body pressed into him from behind, and it created a sense of protection Darin had never dreamed of.

“Did you know he gets wet?” Conall muttered in his ear.

“What do you mean?” Darin asked.

“His hole gets wet when he’s aroused. Positively soaking.”

The information took a moment to seep into Darin’s consciousness. When it registered, he froze. Conall couldn’t possibly mean… But he did, and Darin knew. Frantic, he pecked Finn once more, then clasped his hips, turned him on his stomach and pulled him to his hands and knees.

Finn laughed softly. “You’re eager.”

“You’re eager,” Darin said.

“True.”

Darin knelt behind him and palmed his buttocks. His globes were round and smooth and took on a golden glow in the light falling in from the tall window above the landing. He spread Finn’s cheeks and was greeted with the sight of his entrance. It was beautiful. Darin licked across it, and Finn shuddered. Loosened by Conall’s giant cock, it opened up under Darin’s ministrations, unfolding like a blossoming flower.

Since his digestive tract ended in his belly button, Finn’s opening was purely for pleasure. Darin dipped inside. The sweet taste took him by surprise. As did Finn’s reaction—he arched his back and moaned when Darin’s tongue rotated along his inner walls.

“Finn,” Conall said, kissing his cheek, “you’re going to come if he keeps licking you like that, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” Finn groaned, his hole twitching.

That quickly?

“He’s sensitive,” Conall explained. “It doesn’t take much for Finn to explode.”

Darin flicked across the quivering muscle, mesmerized by Finn’s response to the smallest touch. The tip of his tongue had Finn shaking and keening. His insides were sweet like nectar, with a hint of salt. The more attention Darin paid him, the more he contracted around his tongue, hugging and squeezing it.

“D-Darin,” Finn panted, “please. Fuck me. Want to come… with your cock… in me…”

Darin tongued his anal muscle from the inside, causing Finn to shiver. He made filthy little noises, pushing back on Darin as he darted in and out.

“Don’t let him come,” Conall said, and Darin withdrew. “He needs cock. He’ll come if you tease him, but to truly be satisfied, he has to get fucked. He needs your dick pounding his prostate, swamping his hole with cum.”

Damn. Insatiable didn’t begin to cover it. And Finnneededhim. Pride bloomed in Darin, and he swore to stop short of nothing to sate him.

He spit in his hand and slicked himself up. Considering how wet Finn was, it was all the lubrication they’d need. He positioned his cock at Finn’s entrance and slapped the head across it. Finn gasped, his rim opening and closing. Darin placed his glans on Finn’s pucker and exerted pressure. He encountered resistance but then Finn bore down, and he pushed through the ring of muscle and into him.

Finn wassnug. Darin’s eyes widened. He’d never been the active partner, and the pressure Finn was exerting was exquisite. Darin slid deeper, entering a hot, wet and silky-soft heaven.

Finn moaned as Darin sank into him. He was deliciously crammed inside Finn, whose hole barely accommodated his girth. How did Conall manage? Finn was impossibly tight. Against the persisting resistance, Darin buried himself balls deep in Finn’s depths.

Finn trembled, hands curling into fists. Darin was about to ask him if he was all right, when Conall said, “Don’t worry. Finn’s trying not to come.”

Bloody hell, that potion was something else.

Darin gave a shallow thrust, and Finn groaned. Sloshing sounds filled the air, joining the wet and slapping noises drifting up from the foyer, as Darin dove into him again and again. Finn squirmed.

“Hold still,” Conall said in Darin’s ear.

Darin didn’t move, perplexed. What was Conall up to? When Conall pushed him forward onto Finn’s back, Darin got his answer. Finn’s silken skin to his chest was distracting, but not distracting enough for him not to notice how Conall slicked up his cock and spread his cheeks.

A fat cockhead pressed against Darin’s entrance. Having just been fucked by Finn, he should be loose. But Conall was enormous, and Darin hadn’t been filled with something this large in months. He pushed out, making it easier for Conall to penetrate his rim. Pressure built on his anal muscle, then it gave way to Conall’s bulbous crown.

Darin quivered as pleasure assaulted him from two sides. Finn was squeezing his cock, and Conall sank into his hole, spearing him. The stretch was considerable. It burned, Conall’s sheer size tearing at his insides, but the pain was a welcome one. It was a reminder that Conall owned him, at least for the moment.

Conall seated himself in him, and when he bottomed out, Darin sighed. He was overfull, exactly how he liked it. Conall thrust, pushing Darin deeper into Finn. The double sensation of being inside Finn while Conall penetrated him had Darin’s eyes rolling back in his head. There was only so much the human body could take before overloading.

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