Page 43 of Found at Sea
The minutes passed—perhaps longer—and I spent each second preparing him for sex. That was until he tightly gripped my hair.
“Kellan, I need you,” he whined, thrusting his hips, both seeking the wet heat of my mouth and impaling himself on my fingers. “Please.”
“I’m finding I can deny you nothing,” I said, speaking more to myself than to him.
After retrieving the oil from the drawer beside the bed, I dripped some into my palm before applying it to his ass. Fletcher bit his bottom lip as he watched me. His cock was hard and leaking drops of his pleasure, and unable to fight it, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth again.
“Mmm.” Fletcher’s breathing was labored and he grabbed a handful of the blanket beneath him. “More.”
Too aroused to delay the act any longer, I crawled back up his body and seized his lips. He moaned against my mouth, and the sound traveled all the way through me before settling in my groin. When I sheathed myself inside him, my control slipped and I groaned, pressing my forehead to his.
The feeling was indescribable. His tight heat surrounded me, and I pushed myself farther inside.
A whimper escaped his sweet lips and his arms came around me. His nails dug into my back and he was holding me so tight, I was momentarily taken out of my haze as worry took over. I stopped moving and gave him time to get accustomed to the feeling.
“Do you wish to continue?” I asked in a taut tone.
I wanted to slam myself deep inside him and fuck him until my release came spurting out of me, but a bigger part was concerned.
“If you stop, there’ll be a mutiny on this ship, Captain,” Fletcher answered before grinning up at me. Pain was in his eyes, but so was lust.
Slower than before, I pushed more into him. I knew the worst was behind him when he gasped and closed his eyes, tilting his head back as a small smile lifted the corner of his mouth. It was beautiful.
Hewas beautiful.
I kissed his throat as I continued fucking him, slow but deep. He still held my back, but the death grip from earlier was gone, an indication that he was no longer in pain. The thought made me increase my pace.
Reaching between us, I grabbed his cock and pumped it in time with my thrusts.
Fletcher moaned and stared up at me with eyes at half-mast. I liked seeing the pleasure in his gaze, knowing I was the one who put it there. Shifting my weight, I sat back on my knees and pulled his hips closer. At the new angle, his body began to shudder.
“That’s it, boy,” I said, still jerking his shaft. My spine started to tingle and heaviness weighed in my sac as my own release started to take over.
When Fletcher’s orgasm hit him, his body trembled and his nails dug into my shoulder. And his moans… I’d never heard anything more incredible. I quickened the pace of my thrusts as he quivered all around me and his seed shot from his tip.
“Kellan,” he uttered on a whine as I gave his cock another pull.
“Gods!” I fucked him harder—faster—until I began shooting into him. Euphoria washed over me.
My rhythm was lost, as was my self-control, and I came so hard I cried out like I never had before.
I pulled out and lay beside him, staring at the ceiling and trying to catch my breath. Instantly, Fletcher turned and cuddled into my side. His small body slightly trembled still, and I wrapped an arm around him, tugging him closer to my chest. Before I registered what I was doing, I kissed the top of his head.
He sighed before snuggling closer and laying his head over my heart.
I had no trouble falling asleep that night. And when I dreamed, it wasn’t of curses or horrors of my past. It was of spring mornings and kissing an auburn haired man beneath a waterfall.
***
Never had I known such warmth. Such comfort. The sun shone through the window near the bed, but not even the heat of it could compare to the heat around me. Fletcher lay asleep in my arms, his head on my chest and both of his arms around me.
At first I was confused, but then it all came rushing back. I ran a hand through his auburn hair, remembering how he’d come alive beneath my touch. Of how I’d come alive with his.
I was no stranger to sex, and yet being with Fletcher held no comparison.
It is only because he has what I need, I convinced myself.
His story about the lost heart of Triton was how I would lift my ever-approaching curse. Finding the shell and returning it to the merfolk was the answer to the riddle. I needed him happy and willing to share everything he knew of the legend.
