Page 37 of Surfaces
A tingle of naughty victory surged through me and it was quite a fight to keep my face innocent as I said, “Thank you.” I tilted my head in Taft’s direction and mouthed, “Thank you for him.”
He nodded but leaned close as his lips brushed my ear. “He’s so quiet that he falls into the background a lot. But I thought you might like him. Be aware though, he doesn’t talk about himself. I don’t know if there are skeletons in his closet that will come bursting out one day or if there’s just a lot of trauma.”
“Hmm,” I mumbled, but my mind stopped thinking about Taft when Mateo’s lips closed around my earlobe. Instead, my hands reached for his waist underneath the cloak and touched him. I dragged my fingers up and down the defined muscles of his abdomen, over the trail of hair that led down to other things. Though he was mer, and his cock was hidden underneath his scales, the thick ridge of his erection still pushed up against my hand like a man’s dick would push out his trousers. I gently stroked his scales, wondering if they were as sensitive to the touch as mine were. By the slight moan he made against my throat, I thought it quite possible.
His lips trailed my neck and I fought to remain silent, not to wake the nixe in the carriage, as my mind raced ahead to all the things Mateo and I might be able to get away with without disturbing this cloak. The wild coupling I’d imagined was out … but what about sitting on his lap?
My plans dissolved into sensation when Mateo’s hand sneaked up to my bared breast and tweaked my nipple, then pulled it, tugging rapidly and sending steady spikes of pleasure down my spine as my head tilted back. My mouth opened and my breath quickened but I didn’t make any other sound as he teased me. This, this was what I’d been waiting for.
I fought to keep my wings, which I’d tucked down to sit, from fluttering in reaction when Mateo replaced his lips with his teeth, dragging them with a soft scratch over my pulse. I wanted to shove his head down underneath the cloak so that he could use that mouth on my breasts, but my eyes kept straying to Taft where he slept and I hadn’t sunk far enough into lust yet to disregard the danger of the other man waking at any moment.
One of Mateo’s hands slid down my stomach and to my waist, waiting there in the most polite fashion until I softly growled, “More.” Then, quick as a flash, his hand was underneath my skirt, his fingers skimming over my underthings and shoving the dainty silk aside. His hand was warm against my mound and I huffed out a sigh as I slid down slightly on the bench so that I could widen my legs and give him a better angle. My fins grew pinned beneath my back as I reclined, but that only added to the sensation of being at Mateo’s mercy—which I was.
With every gentle stroke of his fingers, Mateo drew me farther into a trance. I parted my lips and licked them when he started to trace my opening and then dip just the tip of his finger inside—it was heavenly. My hand made another move for the swollen ridge of his cock, but he whispered gruffly in my ear, “Let me take care of you first.”
Selfless. He was always so good to me. I let my hands drift down to the whale skin cloak and clutch it instead of him, ensuring that our indiscretions remained somewhat discreet, though I could smell my own arousal at that point, and wasn’t certain the cloak hid much at all.
Mateo was certainly past the point of hiding the hand that thrust into me, which smacked into the cloak and created a very obvious hill each time he withdrew.
I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations he was dragging slowly from my body.
He built me up until I was panting, nearly there, and then he withdrew, despite the protesting moan that escaped my lips.
Taft shifted in his sleep and I stiffened, alarmed I’d woken him. The fear swirled with pleasure because Mateo didn’t remove his hand or stop his touch.
“Shhh,” he gave me a soft warning as he dragged his lubricated fingers up and down my slit, coating my pussy with my own excitement. He spread me apart with two fingers as he shoved his way back into my heat, the pads dragging deliciously up and down and tapping at me while his other hand plucked at my nipple aggressively in a pattern that made me nearly delirious.
It was dangerous, letting Mateo go this far with me while another competitor slept only feet away, and it was clear Taft was a light sleeper. We were trodding on thin ice.
But when the mer pulled his soaked fingers out, denying me an orgasm for the second time, I dropped the cloak furiously, exposing his hand on my nipple as my own hand flew down to shackle his wrist.
His mouth whispered gently against my ear. “Don’t worry, Avia. It will be better this way.”
I released his hand with a warning glance before tugging the cloak back up to hide myself again, eyes flickering once more to Taft, but the nixe seemed out.
Slowly, Mateo reached back down and began to caress my clit. As he worked up a rhythm, all my worries dissolved like salt in the water.
My eyes found his while his hands worked their magic and I could practically taste his excitement as I felt heat slinking through my belly and pooling right where his fingers teased until I burned and ached twice as much as I had before.
He pinched my clit lightly between his thumb and forefinger and I arched into his hand, rising off the bench, hips thrusting in a primal response that I couldn’t control—and didn’t want to. Nearly there. I was nearly there.
He tugged lightly, the motion on my clit matching the tug upon my nipple.
I shuddered.
Oh. Yes. Bliss.
I knew nothing for a moment as my body bucked and slick release flooded Mateo’s hand.
When I came back to myself, I realized with a start, that Taft’s eyes were cracked open.
He’d seen us.
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Panic sluiced through me,gushing from my head as quick and fast as a flood as I stared at Taft. Dammit.
I had to fight to get my logic to take charge and come up with some excuse.
