Page 59 of The Merman's Betrothal
He choked, gag reflex finally kicking in to push the tip of Fionn’s cock back over his tongue. But it was still growing.
‘Rory,’ Fionn gasped, sounding unnervingly alarmed. ‘I didn’t think of this. I’m sorry I didn’t—’
His words were lost to the most pornographic moan Rory had ever heard. Fionn began to shake.
I can’t get his dick out,Rory realised, somewhat woozily. He grasped the shaft with both hands, registering that its overall girth hadn’t widened. It was just the tip that had mushroomed into a tennis ball-sized gag and now was trapped behind his teeth.
Rory breathed heavily through his nose. God, now he really was at Fionn’s mercy. Why was this so hot? He’d never been gagged before. Had no idea it could affect him like this.
The weight of Fionn’s monstrous cock trembling on his tongue dragged him into a lustful daze.
Fionn’s fingers wound even tighter in his hair.
‘Rory,’ he moaned over and over like a man possessed. ‘Rory, please.’
‘Mmhuhmmhm?’ Rory tried to vocalise around the obstruction, but all it did was elicit another crazed groan and caused Fionn to double over.
‘I’ve never… come for… as long as this,’ Fionn stuttered through his tremors.
Rory’s eyes opened wide.
This was a fuckingorgasm?
It was alongorgasm. Rory couldn’t taste any cum in his mouth, yet Fionn sounded like he was coming apart at the seams.
In a state approaching panic, Rory’s hand delved into his jeans. He freed his cock into the water and stroked it ruthlessly, drowning in the sounds of Fionn’s pleasure spilling over the top of his head like ocean waves. In his chest the soul bond thrummed with it too, twanging his nerves out of place and threatening to knock him over.
There were real waves too. The water was rising, crashing into them both. Pushing Fionn’s cock further into his mouth.Rocking the bulging shape of it over his tongue until Rory couldn’t help but moan at the feel of it.
He wanted to come with this thick cock inside him.
He wanted to choke on Fionn’s orgasm until he blacked out.
Rory’s hand picked up speed, desperately chasing his own release. With his other hand he clutched at Fionn’s thigh, nails biting into midnight skin. Fionn’s legs were buckling. The waves struck harder, smashing into Rory’s chest. Fionn gave a shout that was lost on the wind.
Rory barely noticed when they both collapsed underwater.
Chapter Nineteen
Fionn was fully unravelled. All because of Rory.
Rory and his perfectly tight, perfectly hot little mouth and his velvety tongue and the quivering vibration of his moans drilling into Fionn’s flesh. His knot was burning; it had never been confined so exquisitely before. The sensitive nerve endings in the tip of his cock were completely overwhelmed, causing Fionn’s muscles to spasm over and over as his orgasm stretched longer and deeper than he’d ever thought possible.
At some point he realised they were upside-down. The water around them churned, spurred into agitation by the sounds pouring out of Fionn’s own mouth.
We are underwater.
Rory is in danger.
The thought cut through his pleasure like a knife. In an instant Fionn was alert and assessing the situation.
Their heads were angled toward the ocean floor; the sky at their feet. Rory appeared to be struggling against where they were joined, spluttering against Fionn’s cock—surely drowning.
‘Be calm, I have you,’ Fionn sang urgently, hoping he’d understand. He needed to untangle his legs from Rory so he could kick them both to the surface—
Rory stopped struggling instantly. His eyes met Fionn’s, faintly puzzled but much calmer than Fionn thought he should be. Only now did Fionn perceive that Rory had been furiouslystroking his own cock and that the colour in his cheeks and the hunger in his eyes suggested exhilaration rather than panic.
‘Hmf?’ Rory uttered around Fionn’s cock, sending a flush of bubbles from the gap in his mouth.
