Page 38 of Surfaces
But Taft shut his eyes before my trembling lips could spout off something stupid. And when he kept them shut for a moment, my fear abated enough for an explanation to pop up inside my mind.
If rumors get around about why I saved Mateo, at least they’ll have one explanation for it. They’ll think he’s sleeping his way to a crown, which isn’t true but it’s better than the truth.I glanced nervously over at Mateo, but he hadn’t noticed our traveling companion was awake, he was too busy peering down at my body behind the cloak, his eyes hungry as he watched my pussy pulse near his fingers.
Taft gave a loud yawn and stretched, and Mateo instantly straightened, yanking his hand away from me without subtlety, gaze going wide with guilt and alarm.
“Well, I’ve got a crick in my back,” the nixe stretched his arm across his chest, carefully avoiding eye contact with us. “I think I’ll just hop out and swim for a bit. Stretch it out.” He pushed open the door of the carriage and it slammed behind him with a solid thunk.
I turned to Mateo, chewing my lip. “He knows. Do you think he’ll—”
Mateo ripped the cloak off of me, his eyes dragging down my front as he yanked me toward him, then rolled me up onto his lap so that I straddled him on the bench, his actions ignoring every bit of the panic surging through me. My betta fins splayed out automatically as he moved me to help me keep my balance as he clasped my waist and dipped his head down to bring his mouth to my nipple, to continue where we’d just left off.
“Mateo! Will he be a problem?” I tried to smack his back but his mouth on my breast was too compelling and I ended up just raking my fingers down his spine. “He could be out there right now, telling everyone that I’m sleeping with you, making them suspicious as to why—”
The mer let my nipple slide from his lips and punctuated his next statement with kisses as his mouth traveled across my chest and climbed my other breast. “No. He. Wouldn’t.” He sucked harder when he reached my pink peak this time and I groaned at the sensation, finally able to make noise now that we were alone.
“Why not?” I breathed when he abandoned my breast and slid his hand down between us.
Mateo smirked up at me, those chocolate eyes of his one of the few things that had stayed the same when he’d become mer. “Because Taft wants to win as much as any of us or he wouldn’t have entered. And he knows he’s socially awkward. He knows I’m his ticket in.”
I was still a bit skeptical but then Mateo roughly shoved aside the row of glittering silver scales that hid his cock from view and my focus changed, aligned with Mateo’s dick, which was clearly as desperate for me as I was for it. It popped forward instantly, a bulging pale organ. I was surprised how different the shape was from his human cock. The shaft itself was as wide as three of my fingers at the base but narrowed as it rose from his body until it flared out into a very thick mushroom tip twice as wide as the shaft. Another unique feature I spied instantly was the sucker on Mateo’s pelvis that sat just above the base of his cock. It looked like one of the suckers from an octopus and instantly, I knew exactly what it was for … that little appendage would perfectly enclose my clit.
Oh. Yes.
I shoved at Mateo so that I could scramble backward off of his lap. I stood, crouching over him so that my head didn’t bump the roof of the carriage, hand braced on his shoulder as I quickly discarded my skirt and undergarments. I wanted to feel that cock inside of me. I wanted to worship Mateo’s new body and kiss him until I couldn’t breathe.
I didn’t bother removing the corset—it had too many strings and my breasts were already free anyway. I climbed carefully back up onto the bench and straddled Mateo again, hovering just above his cock. I wrapped one of my arms around his neck and with my other hand, I positioned him at my entrance, enjoying the brush of that soft helmet and the lubrication that eased from his narrow tip.
I slid it back and forth across my slit a few times, making my eyelashes flutter, and Mateo grit his teeth in anticipation.
It hit me at once that we were here together again, despite fate’s every effort to keep us apart. Tenderness filled me at the thought that we’d beaten such odds because the man in front of me refused to give up. It didn’t matter if dragons and mountains or an ocean and fins stood in his way—he’d come for me.
As I sank down onto him, I whispered, “I love you.”
He groaned at the feel of me, at the way we fit together so perfectly with our new bodies, the head of his cock gently rubbing against my g-spot, which felt so much longer than it had when I was merely human. The sensation was definitely more intense for me than last time. And when he bottomed out and that suction cup attached to me.Oh. Oh yes.
My head tilted back and Mateo leaned in, kissing my neck as he said, “I don’t just love you, Avia. I worship you.”
My mind turned the color of clouds at sunset, a soft rosy pink, and I stared down at the top of his head as soft tears came to my eyes. I needed him, needed this level of acceptance so badly that it was an ache. Only he could ease it.
Our lips met in a kiss that was full of promises and starlight.
I held onto him the way I clung to hope, fiercely. Tongues dancing, our bodies connected, I felt like we were melting into one another. It was exquisite.
Only when we were both panting, out of breath from our frantic kisses, did we pull back and stare into one another’s eyes.
The moment grew potent as Mateo’s hands fell to my hips and then he lifted me up slowly.
I gasped, worried I’d lose the delicious suction at the base of his cock. But the little appendage stretched, tightening up on my clit as I drew away from him, and continued to suck more gently when I plunged back down. Perfection.
No wonder humans walked into the sea chasing singing mer.
Sarding hell, it’s so good.
It only took five thrusts before a rolling orgasm started, making my hips shake and my bones turn liquid as pleasure sparked inside of me and shot out to all of my limbs. It sizzled and simmered but didn’t quite fade away, leaving me moaning and utterly useless.
Mateo was forced to grab onto me and use his arms to thrust my body up and down on his, which only drew the trembling sensation out longer as a pleasurable pressure I’d never felt before built deeper inside of me, making the brilliance of the surface orgasm on my clit seem like it was only an appetizer for headier, darker things that I’d never experienced.
“Oh. Yes. Via. Dammit,” Mateo swore into my ear as he lifted me and slammed me back down onto his lap repeatedly.
