Page 6 of Stealing the Merman

“Fuck,” Darin said against Conall’s mouth.

Conall invaded him with his tongue, with his finger, both warm and wet and slipping into him with a nonchalance that proclaimed ownership. Darin stroked the tongue sliding into his mouth as his pucker contracted in a feeble and useless attempt to close. Then his body and soul relaxed, opening under the ministrations, accepting it all as Conall’s lust permeated every fiber of his being.

Conall’s digit wormed its way inside, and Darin made a pathetic little sound. This was different from the quick, painful fucks he’d had in London’s dirty, pungent back alleys where men dropped their pants and forced their way inside him, giving his pleasure no consideration. Conall fingered him leisurely, opening him more with each lazy slide of his digit.

Darin groaned in protest when Conall slid free, but he forgot all complaints when two finger pads came to rest on his quivering ring.

“Please,” Darin whispered, “I need—”

Conall’s free hand shot up and closed around Darin’s throat. “Please, what?”

Darin’s cock flexed in response to Conall’s merciless grip, his cold stare. “Please… your fingers… I—”

Conall’s hand clamped down on his throat, restricting Darin’s air supply. “For you,” Conall ground out, “it’s ‘Please, sir.’ Understood?” Darin nodded weakly as his mind grew fuzzy and hot blood shot into his cock, making him impossibly hard. “You will show me respect when I use your body.” Conall let go.

Darin coughed as air rushed into his lungs. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” Even though he wasn’t, having enjoyed that display of force and dominance. “I meant no disrespect.”

“Now be a good boy and open your mouth.”

Darin did, and Conall lay two fingertips to his lips in a mimicry of the two digits massaging his entrance, which grew more pliant with every sweep around it. Darin nudged and licked Conall’s fingers, sucking the tips into his mouth.

Conall growled, and the pressure on Darin’s anal muscles increased. Knowing where Conall was going, he bore down, making it easier for him to slide in. Conall’s slippery digits penetrated him, thrusting into his tight hole in one smooth motion. They were rough and calloused, which added friction in all the right places. Conall pushed his fingers into Darin’s mouth, who welcomed them with long flicks of his tongue and plenty of suction.

“You like sucking dick, don’t you?” Conall asked, gliding deeper into both his orifices.

God, Darin loved being claimed from two sides, to have both his holes filled, and he sucked harder in response, twirling his tongue as to leave no question as to what he enjoyed.

“Do you know who else likes it?”

Darin gazed at him with his best bedroom eyes and ran his tongue along the underside of Conall’s fingers. He assumed he knew the answer but was eager to tease the details out of him.

“Mermen,” Conall said, and his fingers snuck farther into Darin’s channel. “The one I met, he absolutely loved it. He lived for cock. He spent hours lapping at my precum-drooling erection, and let me tell you, I made him. Very. Happy.”

Darin shuddered, overwhelmed by arousal. And speaking of precum… He didn’t dare take his sight off Conall’s face, but he felt the first wet droplet forming in his slit. His cock was brimming with need, and Conall’s words fueled his desire.

“Nobody sucks like him,” Conall said, and Darin’s lips closed firmer around his digits to let him know how much he, too, would relish Conall’s fat shaft in his mouth. “No gag reflex. None.” Damn. “But the best part is, mermen can go without air for a long time.” Conall’s long fingers drove in to the hilt. “Do you want to know what I did to him?” Darin applied hungry pressure with his mouth. “I fucked his throat for twenty minutes. Deep, long thrusts. I was lodged inside him forever. Didn’t have to withdraw once to let him breathe. All the while, he stared at me with those fucking perfect blue eyes. Makes me want to come just thinking about it.” Darin whimpered around his digits. The idea of Conall’s ultimate satisfaction pleased him to no end.

“You’d like that too, wouldn’t you?” Conall asked, withdrawing his fingers from Darin’s mouth, painting his lips wet with the tips. “A pretty merman taking good care of you.”

“Just as much as I’d revel in giving you pleasure. Sir.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make good use of both of your holes, boy.”

“Thank you, sir.” Darin’s legs trembled. Whether it was in lust or under the effort of keeping his body up, he wasn’t sure. Probably both. The fact that Conall was talking about another man while he fingered Darin should’ve made him jealous, but to his surprise, it didn’t. It made him curious. He wanted to know more about that merman. The idea of Conall taking full advantage of the sex-starved creature fanned his lust.

Conall’s fingers continuously probed his hole, making it near impossible to concentrate. “Please, sir,” Darin said, breathless and full of need, “please tell me about him.”

Conall leaned back in the chair, contemplation written on his features. After a long pause, during which his fingers persisted laying claim to Darin’s ass in long, slow thrusts, he said, “He’s ravishing. Tousled blond curls, almost long enough for the tips to brush his shoulders. The largest, most innocent blue eyes you can imagine. Young, perhaps a year or two younger than you. A rainbow fishtail. He loved the birds, and they loved him. I remember a parrot sitting on his shoulder once. Oh, and here’s one thing he taught me.”

Conall grinned like the devil. Inside Darin, he adjusted his fingers, pushed them deep and crooked them. Darin gasped as hot pleasure seized him. His vision faded, and he saw stars. When Conall repeated the motion, Darin screamed. His hole undulated around those maddening fingers while his cock jerked and twitched in the air, desperate to come.

Conall pulled out an inch, and Darin was prepared to beg for him to do it again.

“You know what’s that place inside you?” Conall asked near his ear.

“No.” This was as far as he could get from the awful back alley fucks of London or the meek boys Darin had fooled around with in Caribbean pirate havens.

Conall plunged in, hitting him dead centerthere. Darin keened, his mouth slack, goosebumps covering his skin despite the heat. He’d die of lust if Conall repeated that motion.

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