Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Aitor
I had no idea if what I was doing was going to work, but so far, nothing else had, so I figured it was worth a shot.
Plus, knowing Ikal was walking around full of my cum and wearing my plug was insanely hot. If keeping him full somehow miraculously resulted in him getting pregnant, awesome. If not, it was keeping us both ridiculously horny.
“I’m going to go swimming.” Ikal and I had been lounging under an umbrella on the beach. It was our last day in Cabo, and neither of us wanted it to end. Tomorrow morning we would head back to the airport and home to Cancun, saying goodbye to the little bubble we’d been living in all week.
We’d only left the villa once to head into La Paz to try a French bakery Ikal had found. The croissants and the espresso had been worth it, and I caught Ikal taking notes on the flavor profile so he could try to replicate it when we got home.
Ikal stood and stretched, then his fingers slid under the waistband of his tiny emerald green Speedo as he pushed the bathing suit down his legs.
“What are you doing, maitea?”
He had one eyebrow raised and his lips were tipped into a sultry half smile. “I told you. I’m going for a swim. Did I forget to mention I wanted to swim naked?”
A growl tore from my chest. “You know you did, you little tease.”
He turned his back to me and bent over to pluck his swimsuit from the sand, giving me a glimpse of the base of the plug that was still nestled between his cheeks. “So does that mean you’re coming with me?” he asked with a coy glance over his shoulder.
“Definitely.” I stood and stripped off my bathing suit too, chasing my mate down to the water. “Are we shifting?”
Earlier in the week, we’d gone swimming in our shifted forms. I loved the water in my jaguar form, and I never got over how big and beautiful Ikal was in his sea turtle form. His shell was gorgeous and patterned in red, brown, and green that reminded me of palm fronds. I’d spent a long time admiring it in both my human and jaguar forms over the years, and like my love for my mate, my appreciation for his shifted form grew and grew.
“No. I think I actually want you to fuck me in the water.”
“God, Ikal.” My dick was already on board going from half-hard to steel in a heartbeat.
He just winked at me and continued to sashay down the water, swimming out so I had to chase him when he got deep enough to dive under the surface. I caught up to him and pulled on his ankle until his body floated back to mine. He found my hand in the water and twined our fingers together, and for a while, we just floated hand in hand like two sea otters, letting the waves push us slowly toward the shore.
When our feet could touch the sandy bottom again, I pulled Ikal into my arms. Water dripped down his shoulders and neck, and I lapped it up, tasting the salt from the sea and my mate as I licked it all away. My lips found the mark I’d left on Ikal’s neck the night I’d claimed him as mine, and I sucked over the scar. It made me damn near feral every time I saw it, and every chance I got, I sucked a hickey into the same spot so it was even more noticeable. Pulling my mouth away, I examined the bite which was now dark purple, standing out in contrast against his sun-bronzed skin, and my dick went hard.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Ikal. So goddamn gorgeous you make me ache.” I whispered the words into his skin, and he melted into me. His legs wrapped around my hips, and his lips found my mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. Feeling his tongue massage against mine was heaven, and as the kiss went on and on, my hands roamed down his body, squeezing his ass cheeks and nudging the plug.
I felt him clench around it when I tried to tug it free, and he pulled away from me. “No, Tor. Leave it. If you pull it out now, I’ll lose everything.”
Pushing a lock of wayward hair out of his face, I nodded. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you out here?”
He moaned, the sound vibrating against my chest and wrapping around my heart and balls. “I do, but just use the plug to tease me for now, and you can fuck me on the beach.”
I did as he asked, pressing the plug deeper into him as my other hand grabbed both our dicks and jacked them together. Ikal writhed in my arms, panting and moaning, until he was at the very edge of release.
“Stop, Tor. I need you inside me. I need you to breed me.”
Before he finished speaking I was walking out of the water, carrying him until we were back at the cushioned loungers. I laid him out and carefully removed the plug, watching cum and slick trickle from his hole. I swept my fingers through his crease and used the slickness I collected to lube up my cock before plowing into my mate, my balls slapping against his ass, on the first thrust. Gripping his hips hard, I pistoned into him, his cock bouncing in the air as precum ran from the tip.
Words of praise and love and adoration fell from my lips as I pushed Ikal closer and closer to release, and my name became a benediction falling from his lips over and over, punched out of him with every thrust. His body contracted around me, squeezing my cock almost to the point of pain, and I felt myself start to swell. My hand found his cock, and in three firm strokes of my fist over his shaft, he was coming, his pearly release coating my hand and dripping between my fingers.
Watching him come apart was my own undoing and my dick swelled inside him, the nubs lining the shaft pressing into the walls squeezing around me and I came deep inside my mate, his name on my lips.
I collapsed against his chest and said a silent prayer to any deity that might be listening that maybe this time we’d be successful in our attempt to start a family.
Not that it changed a damn thing if we weren’t.
I loved Ikal so much, and if we were never able to have cubs, that wouldn’t change.
I whispered those words into his skin, my lips moving silently against him.