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As we continued, either I grew tighter or he grew bigger, I wasn’t sure which—whether I was clamping down on that thick cock head or if he was expanding. I just knew that it caused red lines to shoot across my vision and burst like fireworks behind my eyes.
The world became sensation. Moans. Grunts. The friction of our bodies. I ground into him and the scales of his mer tail created this delicious sensation against my inner thighs. His fingers dug into my ass and then he held me still, perched an inch above him before his hips slammed into my pelvis and he swapped our motion, pistoning in and out of me.
All I could do was grab onto his hair and the back of the seat behind him as he dipped his head and bit down on my nipple. My hips swiveled in response and then and there, I reached the peak of sensation, bursting through the clouds to a height I’d never reached before. My mind filled with the most brilliant blank bliss.
When I came back down, Mateo’s head rose from my nipple, his pupils dilated with lust. “Climb off of me and grab onto the other bench,” he ordered.
Shakily, I did so, though my limbs were tangled threads that didn’t want to cooperate. My hands could hardly hold me up as I braced them on the opposite bench; I had to flare out my fins to the side to help, but that made me glance back. “Did I hit you with my wings—”
Mateo’s cock plunged into me, erasing my question and my inhibitions. I leaned down as he grabbed hold of my hips and started steadily stroking in and out, using his tail to thrust, finding his rhythm, one that set my breasts bouncing hard against my chest. His motion set the water inside the carriage swirling and it danced deliciously over my nipples.
Once Mateo had a steady pace and I felt less lightheaded, I used one hand to prop me up against the seat back of the bench while I rested my cheek on the seat padding. My other hand reached back and touch my swollen clit, which—to my surprise—was still longing for touch even after the massive orgasm I’d just had. I circled my clit as my cheek slid across the bench with every thrust, the abrasions only adding to the utter wicked pleasure of the moment. Mateo’s sucker at the base of his cock latched onto a patch of skin on my ass, and it felt like a kiss, then a painful yet satisfying sort of suction. I was certain I’d have a hickey.
The water swirling over my breasts was nice but not quite enough sensation and the naughty vision I’d had earlier of Valdez joining in returned. In my imagination, the pirate sat on the ground, his mouth and fingers plucking at my breasts and awaiting his turn. I imagined his cock, wondering what it might be like … if it would be smooth or knobby, thick or thin. Could it make me feel this good?
The prospect of both of them playing with me at once sent heat rumbling through me and my breath came shorter and quicker as my finger circled my clit faster.
“Via,” Mateo breathed, and then suddenly he reached forward underneath my chest and dragged me up so that my back pressed against his chest. My wings flew back and arched around him, fins folding themselves around his back as my arms wrapped around his neck.
The sensation was intense—for both of us, it appeared—my fins started to shudder just as Mateo started to grunt his release. One, two, three times, he pumped into me. Then his forehead fell to my shoulder and he gave a contented sigh. But he didn’t release me.
“I want you to clench around my cock after I’ve come in you,” Mateo whispered, his words leaving a warm trail along my back at the base of my wing. “I want that pussy to clench and suck up my sperm, Via.”
Oh shit. His dirty talk made me shudder, and when he brought his fingers back to my slit, running them up and down my sensitive lips, I bucked back against him. He didn’t release me, he held me still whispering, “You’re mine, Via. You might belong to lots of men eventually. But right now, in this moment, you’re mine. And I don’t ever want you to forget it.”
With that, his fingers slid up to my clit.
I nearly blacked out.
12
Raj
I side-eyedHumberto as the idiotic dolphin I rode skidded happily through the waves, cresting annoyingly every so often so it could breathe.
Stupid sarding animal. Why couldn’t I have been assigned to ride a shark?
My ride and Humberto’s prodding questions had thoroughly ruined my morning. The cardinal fish shifter had kept poking around asking about my background.
I should have taken notes on what I’ve told everyone— though I’ve tried not to speak much—but it had been hard to shake that entitled, paunchy little hero off because he thought he was being “friendly” and I hadn’t just been able to peel the skin from his tongue to shut him up like I normally would have.
What an annoying exercise in self-restraint that had been.
I sighed.
“Don’t worry, today’s a much shorter jaunt,” Julian, my saddle mate, said from behind me.
I made a sarcastic face mocking him, but only after I ensured no one was looking.
Humberto was too busy chatting with some golden-tailed mer woman beside us.
Blech.
At least I hadn’t been forced to ride with him but all this play-acting was getting tiring. I wished this stupid farce of a tournament was over already so that I could unleash my wrath and reveal myself to the pathetic Avia right before I obliterated her. I imagined her face covered in tear tracks and smiled at the thought.
She would actually be lucky. Her death was only a means to an end, so it would be relatively quick. It was a way to take control of Okeanos and lure Bloss back down here for another battle. But this time, I’d be prepared for her tricks. This time, I’d defeat that upstart bitch.
I inhaled, the scent of impending victory invigorating me.
