Page 78 of The Merman's Betrothal
Rory forced out a sound of affirmation. Although part of him needed this all to go much, much faster. The tension building under his skin was unbearable. He felt like he needed to break free.
Tentatively, Fionn pushed his face between Rory’s legs and licked a long swipe with his tongue over Rory’s hole.
‘Oh, god.’ Rory buckled, limbs shaking. If he’d been standing on land, he’d have certainly fallen over.
Fionn did it again, pressing harder. Then dipped his tongue inside, lingering to enjoy the taste.
‘Fuck me,’ Rory slurred, bucking against his face. ‘Fuck me, fuck me. God, it’s good.’
Relief flowed from Fionn, quickly overshadowed by smug amusement. He was enjoying this, keeping Rory suspended here, helplessly impaled on his tongue. Causing him to whimper with merely a few well-placed flexes.
Rory grabbed fistfuls of Fionn’s silver hair in both hands and yanked him up. There was fire in Fionn’s eyes as Rory dragged him in for another kiss, and then shoved him back down again with a command. ‘Fuck me properly, you unbelievable bastard.’
Fionn’s hands clamped over Rory’s thighs. It was Rory’s turn to be dragged. His ass met Fionn’s abdomen first, his dick bouncing off the merman’s hard chest. Then Fionn lifted his kilt and held Rory right against his stiff blue cock.
Blood thumped in Rory’s ears, mimicking the thumping around the nerve endings in his ass, as though even his own pulse was endeavouring to trigger some stimulation against Fionn’s flesh. Rory grasped Fionn’s wrists, now holding onto his hips, and relaxed backward, letting the rest of his body float. There was nothing else to gain purchase against, nothing that Rory could grab except for the man in front of him. Fionn was totally in control now. He could move Rory’s body however he wanted.
Fuck, Rory wished Fionn would hurry up and move it a little.
A smile twitched across Fionn’s hungry expression. ‘As you wish.’
He pulled Rory towards him slowly, onto his cock.
Water caught in Rory’s gills. He tried to cry out, but the sound was little more than a gurgling splutter. The width ofFionn’s cock was, in fact, a little larger than the girth of his fingers had been, and the smooth roundness of it stretched Rory’s hole in every direction at once. But what a fucking mouth-watering stretch it was.
It was like his insides were built for this, to accommodate this, to fucking tremble for this. As the bulbous shape of it inched deeper, new nerve endings seemed to wake up fizzing and sparking, charting its progress until Fionn’s cock nudged right up against something that felt swollen and painfully needy.
Fionn’s grip tightened. His eyes were closed. ‘Rory,’ he groaned, and the sound carried like a whale call, kneading against Rory’s skin and filling the bond with its fervour.
‘Yes,’ Rory managed to reply. ‘Fuck yes, Fionn.’
Fionn pushed Rory’s pelvis down, changing the angle. Allowing his cock to prod upwards into his inner wall. Rubbing against that strange, swollen nub… breaching it.
Rory’s head tipped back. His mouth was open but unable to form sounds. He had the sense of being opened from the inside, of Fionn’s cock delving even deeper, of filling a space that was fucking aching to be filled. Pushing him to the brink of orgasm.
It’s going to come through my stomach,his brain burbled.
Glancing down, Rory was sure he saw the shape of Fionn’s cock bulging under his skin. A ragged moan tore loose from him. Fionn shook, just as overcome by the sight of it.
‘Rory… I can’t stop it…’
Rory wasn’t sure if it was a plea or a warning from Fionn, but an instant later neither of them had a choice in the matter. He felt the tip of Fionn’s cock begin to expand.
Oh fucking fuck. Fucking hell and Jesus Christ and cunt on a stick….
Rory remembered how large it had felt in his mouth and imagined a thing that size plugging him. Except he didn’t have to imagine for long, because it was rapidly becoming a reality.It felt heavy, like an iron ball dragging on his centre of gravity. Iron that throbbed with a pulse, drumming even more pressure against Rory’s astonishingly taut insides. He needed to split open. It was going to split him open.
Fionn’s palm landed on his cheek. Tilted Rory’s head so they could see each other.
Fionn was gasping through his gills, shuddering with the effort of holding Rory through his climax. His pleasure swamped Rory through the bond, mingled with his own insane sensations and drove him entirely over the edge.
Rory thrashed, convulsing, unable to anchor himself to anything and still inescapably anchored to Fionn by the weight that was pummelling an orgasm into him. His cock released a cloud of cum, but that was far from the end of it.
Rory’s cock continued twitching, his balls sucking against his body as if they’d go another round. The ecstasy became internal, juddering over Rory’s muscles as it rolled over him. It entered his spine, morphed into an electric bolt zigzagging over his vertebrae.
Forget Fionn’s cock bulging his stomach. Rory’s whole body was going to split open. He needed the final release…
Rory’s back arched and something cracked. A sound like a twig—or a bone. Then another, and another. But he was nearly there. He was nearly free…
