Page 106 of Seduced By the Mermen
“You’re making this hard.”
“Sorry?”
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he says.
“No, I meant that as in sorry, I don’t understand.”
He almost smiles. “A mermaid would be upset at me saying I didn’t want her. But you took the compliment and ignored the other. That’s really unusual.”
“Or is it just maturity? The last time you were dating, you weren’t this age.”
“Perhaps, or perhaps it’s you.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
I smile and shrug, then stand on the bed. It’s the only option to get to the door without touching Sterling’s legs. His knees are brushing against the edge of the bed. I take three bouncy steps across the bed toward the door before Sterling grabs me around my waist and lifts me to the floor.
“I don’t... bite,” he says. “You need to be careful. If we encounter a crosscurrent, you could go tumbling for no reason.” He hasn’t let me go.
My fingers snake up around his neck, and my body slides down his until my feet hit the floor. Our eyes are locked. My heart’s thudding in my chest. “How long do you think they are going to leave us locked in here?”
“My pod mates are very persistent. I would imagine until they’ve gotten what they think they want.”
“And what is that?”
“Me fucking you loud enough for them to hear.”
“Oh. What would that change for you?” I should let go of him, though he hasn’t let go of me.
“Nothing. Do you want me to fuck you?”
My lips tremble, and I’m searching for the words. I’ve had more sex in the last week than I’ve had in the last ten years. “Yes.”
His lips hit mine. And I expected them to be firm. Hard, like him. But they’re not. Instead, he hesitates as his tongue swipes across the seam of my lips. I open for him, and the tenderness turns frantic. I lose my grip around his shoulders, and my fingers fist his shirt.
He lifts his head from mine. “Take off your shirt. I want to see those beautiful breasts of yours. Hold them in my hands.”
“You do it.” I hold my arms in the air and wait for him to pull my shift over my head. I’m wearing tight trouser-like leggingsbeneath the oversized shirt dress. In my head, the second before he pulls my shirt up feels like hours. He’s contemplating whether he should give in, and I’m rooting for his wire to snap. I need it to snap. I’ve long been ready for it.
When the cool air rushes over my exposed skin, it’s such a relief. My fingers fumble with the tie on his trousers. Do I want to trace every one of his abs with my tongue? Yes, absolutely. But I want to hold his cock in my hand even more. I’m frustrated as I fight with the laces on his pants.
There’s a warm chuckle from his chest. “I like needy Blair.” He moves my fingertips, and his pants pool around his legs immediately.
I bite my lip. I suppose there’s something to be said for not wearing underwear. It does give you easy access to everything. His cock is big like he is, but not scarily so. And I’m not the only one who is needy. He’s erect and bobbing toward me. I slide my fingertips over his velvety skin, and he hisses in a breath.
“Needy Blair.” His hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples. It makes me gasp. He leans down, his tongue replacing his thumb, and I arch into him, my body craving more. His cock twitches in my hand, eager for attention, but I’m lost in the sensation of his mouth on me.
He pulls away, his breath ragged. “You’re making this very hard,” he repeats in a low growl.
“I would never do that on purpose. I know what it’s like to be forced to do something you think you want but don’t really. I’m not asking you to mate me. Just... fuck me hard, like you said.”
He full-on laughs. “It took a lot for you to ask that, didn’t it?”
I nod. It’s not the swearing I have the problem with but the asking for what I want. That’s even harder. I trail my fingers down his shirt. “Take your shirt off too.” He takes it off in one swift motion, tossing it into a corner of the room.
“Done,” he says in a taunting tone. “Any other commands?”
“The whole fucking thing hasn’t happened yet.” I bite my lip.
“You better take off your leggings. They’re too delicate for my fat fingers.” He wiggles his hands in front of me before running his index finger around under the waistband. Now I’m fumbling with my own pants. He growls. I’m laughing because in my hurry I’ve made a knot. With a quick flick, he breaks the tie, and he drops to his knees and strips them off me. On his knees, his head is even with my shoulders.
