Page 66 of Stealing the Merman

“Easy,” Conall said and held him down as Darin worked him open.

Finn was grateful for Conall’s strong hands that kept him prisoner on the mattress while Darin took him to heaven with a single finger. He tried to rear up, wanted to writhe, but Conall’s strength was an iron cage trapping Finn’s lust in his quaking loins instead of letting it dissipate in needless squirming.

“Fuck!” Finn panted, hips uselessly bucking under Conall’s clasp. The need to climax was rushing toward him, and Darin hadn’t even touched his prostate. “Want to come…”

“Darin, pull out,” Conall ordered, and Finn winced in discontentment over the loss when Darin slipped out. He was hoping for him to return with two fingers. He wasn’t that lucky. “Give Finn a moment to calm. I don’t want him to orgasm.”

Finn gritted his teeth. “You want me to come in front of everyone later on, don’t you?”

A sly expression crept over Conall’s face that was more of an answer than the one he gave verbally, “You come when I say so.”

Finn’s insides clenched at that, desperately seeking the friction he wouldn’t get while his hole was empty. His men showed no mercy and waited until his pulse had slowed and he stopped panting before Conall allowed Darin to insert two digits. “Go ahead.”

A couple of fingertips swept over his ring of muscle. Finn ordered his body to relax, knowing it was the fastest way to get Darin inside him. And indeed, when his anus loosened under Darin’s probing finger pads, he sank into him.

Finn gasped at the acute pleasure that zapped into his channel and poured out from there into his body. All his muscles strained like they wanted to clamp down on the two digits invading him. Breathless, he tried to curl in on himself, taking all the touch he could get and stealing some more, but Conall restrained him. Finn huffed at the denial.

Darin pumped his fingers with infuriating efficiency, not sparing Finn’s lonely prostate a sole nudge. Finn cursed in frustration, urgency swirling in his groin. He sucked in air when Darin surprised him by scissoring his fingers, pleasuring his inner walls through stretching them, nerve endings grateful for every bit of stimulation. But then Darin pulled out, leaving Finn hanging. It wasn’t fair. How could they play with him like that, teasing him but denying him what he craved?

They gave him a minute to catch his breath and calm, then Darin tangled a hand in Finn’s hair, and Conall brought the toy to his lips. “Open your gorgeous mouth so I can slide this in. We want it nice and wet before it goes into your little hole, don’t we?”

Finn opened, allowing Conall to sink the phallic shape into his puss. He hummed happily as his mouth filled, wishing it was a hard cock for him to suck. He would miss out on tasting cum tonight. Looking Conall deep in the eye, Finn whirled his tongue over the toy as it slid in. He hollowed his cheeks and applied suction, groaning when it hit the back of his throat. Darin placed a possessive hand on his lower abdomen, and Finn turned to gaze at him while Conall fucked his mouth with the plug. When he pulled out, Finn released the toy with a wetsmack.

“You want to do the honors?” Conall asked, handing Darin the slick toy.

“I’d love to.”

“Then plug up this gorgeous merman for us.”

Damn. Finn held his breath as Darin pulled at the toy’s first ring, stretching the material as far as he could before sliding it over Finn’s erection. He let it constrict at the root, and Finn yelped in surprise at the snug fit around him, constricting blood flowing back into his body. However, it did nothing to prevent blood from rushing into his cock, giving him an iron rod.

“Didn’t know it was this tight,” Finn pressed out.

Unperturbed, Darin stretched the second ring, handling Finn’s balls with great care as he fit the material over them, gently letting it settle at the base. This one wasn’t so bad, but Finn knew how hard it could work against a building orgasm.

Before Finn could adjust to the rings, Darin placed the tip of the plug on his entrance. The toy wasn’t huge in its current shape, though it wasn’t small either, the rounded end as large as a cockhead. Finn, gone with desire, couldn’t wait to have it in him. He bore down, lessening the traction as Darin inserted the plug’s end.

“Ahhh!” The sound came out of Finn unbidden, and he sucked in his lips to stop more noises from spilling. Precum welled in his slit. Conall closed a calloused fist around his engorged cock, giving him one firm upstroke. It squeezed so much liquid out of Finn’s glans that it spilled over and dripped onto his stomach as a fat blob. Conall licked it up, and it was agony to see his tongue close to his glans without it touching him. Finn writhed in despair.

“P-Please,” he whined as Darin slotted in the plug. “Please blow me. Jerk me.” The toy went in and up, robbing Finn of all reason. “D-Don’t care how. Just… get me off… please…”

But Conall had long withdrawn. The toy subdued his quaking hole, gliding over his sensitive insides, indulging them while the rings made sure he didn’t stand a chance at orgasm. When it bottomed out, Finn whimpered, his whole body twitching as he undulated around the smooth object.

“You’re forgetting we’re going out tonight,” Conall said and got up. “And we have to get going. No time to get you off.”

“Let’s get you dressed,” Darin said and took Finn’s hand to pull him to his feet.

They were out of their minds. Finn was losing his sanity to lust and was in no shape to leave the room until he’d come. His cock stood hard and proud, begging for attention. Was this how Darin had felt when Finn plugged him up in Culebrita? The vulnerability and heightened need were unbearable. As he staggered to his feet, the plug grazed his prostate. Dazed with pleasure, Finn tumbled into Darin’s arms, who caught him as he wobbled on unsteady feet.

Finn hugged him, but when his cock, sensitized by the rig, rubbed Darin, he lost control and rutted him, seeking as much friction as he could get while they were in the privacy of their room. Slutty noises escaped him as he held on for dear life, but the small relief didn’t last.

“So needy,” Conall said as he pulled Finn off Darin, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “Get his breeches and help him put them on. I’ll hold him.”

Darin grabbed a fitted, umber pair, and Finn regained enough control to step into the legs without tripping. Then came the white, sheer silk shirt Conall had a dress-maker tailor for him before they’d left for Esperanza. The fabric was so thin it was transparent, and it lay soft against his erect nipples, revealing their color and shape to everyone within five yards, while its silky slide discretely pleasured him with every move, much like the plug. Finn wasn’t going to survive the night.

Darin tucked the shirt into his breeches but didn’t bother to lace it up and let it gape open, revealing a broad, V-shaped stripe of skin, wider at his neck and tapering toward his fly.

“You look like the most expensive whore I’ve ever seen,” Conall said and kissed his temple.

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