Page 7 of A Husband for Max

Max was more perfect than he could have ever known. And while I knew I would enjoy the feel of fucking him, I wanted him deep in my arse. At least at first. The plan in my mind hadn’t formed fully, but I knew now that his returning my pelt was fated. I would not be letting him leave again.

The whine he made when I came off his hips made me laugh. I teasingly plucked at the strings of the sweats. “Off,” I ordered, his eyes widening. My voice was more bark than human, but it couldn’t be helped. I needed him just as much as he appeared to want me. “I want to taste you everywhere. And then I want to ride you.”

***

Tesh’s eyes were wide, the pupils filling most of the space. Like an animal’s eyes. A seal’s eyes. It was mesmerising, and I almost missed what was happening. But then Tesh’s fingers scraped across the band of my sweats, touching at the skin of my stomach, and my brain short-circuited. He was pulling the hem down my hips and chuckling as it caught on my erection.

The whole scenario would have had me blushing like a teenager, except I was in such a hurry to help him get my pants off nothing mattered anymore. Getting out of the clothes was the most important thing.

Calloused fingers gripped at my cock, and I hissed. Even though the touch was expected, it had still been over a year since anyone else had been this intimate with me. And my cock loved the hold, twitching and leaking desperately. Tesh’s laugh became that soft, seal bark and his lips closed over the tip, lapping at the liquid coming out. My eyes rolled back. The noises he made were even better than anything. I couldn’t remember ever being this hard or turned on.

“Fuck. Tesh.” I was down to single syllables. There was nothing else I could do; I gripped at his short curls. It was hard not to shove into the warm, wet throat and just take what I wanted.

He hummed in response; the noise reverberated along the vein as he sunk down my cock. Tesh swallowed around me, pressing further until I was completely engulfed. The suction was perfect.

The smaller man knew what he was doing, and I scrambled for breath, gripping at his scalp.

When he was at the base, I could suddenly breathe again and my back bowed, trying to get deeper into the feeling. Tesh held my hips down, the force just enough that I would relish the marks later. There might not have been claws, but the fingertips pressed hard into my muscles. I could gulp on the air, and just breathe because a little bit of pain distracted my balls from emptying before I wanted this to stop.

That was going to be a problem, though; because I never wanted this feeling to end.

I wondered if part of the Selkies’ abilities was telepathy as Tesh’s eyes met my own. He watched me as he bobbed his head and the slick feeling of his tongue danced over the skin. Mad, that was what I was going to go. Nothing had ever felt this good.

“Stop,” I rasped, surprised that I could even speak right now.

He paused and for just a moment I could breathe again, let my senses clear a bit. Tesh’s eyes watched me behind this thick lashes and fingers gripped tighter at my hip. “I’ll cum.”

Teeth. Somehow, I had forgotten his serrated teeth, even more pronounced while half in his seal form. The sharp pin prick started at the base of my cock, and Tesh dragged them up my shaft. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to feel it. To remember there was a half beast hanging from my dick and apparently loving being able to unravel me. Every inch of me wanted to buck up into the ticklish prickle and chase the sparks that ran all over my body.

Who knew the slight touch of controlled pain could do so much?

Tesh hummed again, and the sound had me twitching. The control it took just to keep still. It was overwhelming, and I scrambled for some semblance of sanity. Yet, with the slow slide of his lips and teeth, I could feel everything shattering. It was like the rising explosion just followed the teeth. There was no way I could stop it.

The smirk in his eyes was all I needed to see. Tesh knew what he was doing to me. He relished it. And he wanted me to cum.

My dick didn’t need to be told twice. As the teeth touched the sensitive exposed head, it was enough. I couldn’t see for the swarming sparks in my vision, and I gripped at the thin sheets beneath me. I could hear them tear even as I groaned and came. It was the best orgasm I could remember. I understood all the plateaus of your world being rocked and being hit by a train.

And it was only a blowjob.

That didn’t matter to Tesh. The selkie continued that purring rattle and sucked idly at the head. Like he hadn’t just dragged my balls out of my dick. I jerked, but the teeth were gone now he’d gotten his prize. Tesh swallowed and lapped at the spewing cum, and my muscles eased from their cramped position.

With an obscene ‘pop’, Tesh came off my cock, licking his lips before smirking at me. The flash of his teeth made me jerk, and I’d be damned if I didn’t soften at all. My dick lay against my stomach, as hard as it had been when he’d first started blowing me. The Selkie knew it, too, his silver eyes trained on the way my erection continued to twitch for him. Those teeth were going to be the end of me.

Sitting back, Tesh’s body trembled in time with mine and he looked down, gripping his red dick. A dick that wasn’t quite human; longer and thinner than before. It was slick and for a moment I could imagine watching my body swallowing it.

That was not what Tesh wanted, though, crawling up my already wrung out body. I was sure he would not wait long for me to recover. I didn’t think my cock was going to let me rest either, with the way it strained to rub against Tesh’s wet erection.

“You taste perfect.”

His lips were on mine before I could respond and it didn’t matter anymore as the waves of need crashed around me.

***

There was something sinful about making the man who returned my pelt fall apart. Humans were tricky creatures who built and took from the sea without regard to any balance. But they had always been wonderful to bed. Selkie might breed exclusively with their own kind, but it didn’t stop alleyway rendezvous or trips to supernatural friendly clubs.

Sex was something humans did well, especially with how fragile they were. It made sense they procreated for fun and were resounding masters at it.

I had enjoyed more than one tryst out there. Yet none of that compared to Max shivering beneath me. His hands were worker’s hands. They rubbed at the pelt, drawing tingles even against the grain. Full lips parted on a groan, and he wasn’t hesitant about chasing his own taste. Max even bucked uncontrollably when he touched my sharp teeth.

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