Chapter Four
It took Jonah three tries to get himself out of the tub, even though it shouldn’t have been that difficult. Torin helped him in the end, pressing his chest against Jonah’s back before he grabbed him by the hips and hoisted him onto the edge.
He pushed Jonah’s thighs apart and Jonah shivered, staring down at him. He still looked hungry, and Jonah was no closer to figuring out what he was.
“Show me,” Torin demanded, and Jonah let out a small sound of surprise before he leaned back, pulling his thighs toward his chest.
Torin groaned. He grabbed Jonah’s arse cheeks, squeezing and massaging as he held him open. The first stroke of his tongue over Jonah’s hole had Jonah whining and pressing back for more.
He wanted to cum. He wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted it so badly, but Torin was keeping him right on the edge and Jonah didn’t know when – or if – he would push him over.
Torin sucked on Jonah’s rim, spearing his tongue inside, and then all at once he was surging out of the pool, covering Jonah’s body with his own. Jonah let out a gasp of surprise and Torin swallowed it, kissing him like he needed Jonah to breathe.
Jonah grabbed at Torin’s hips, rolling his body to meet him.
He jerked, suddenly, when he felt something stroke down the length of his cock. Torin had one hand in Jonah’s damp hair, the other planted next to his head.
What…?
Torin huffed a laugh against Jonah’s cheek. “I can’t help it,” he murmured. “How am I supposed to resist you?”
“You’re not.”
Torin kissed him again. Jonah thrust his hips up and felt something stroke him again, a little firmer this time. He pulled his mouth away.
“Let me see you.”
Torin bit Jonah’s lower lip before he pushed himself up, kneeling between Jonah’s spread legs. He was precariously close to the edge of the water, but Jonah supposed that didn’t matter much.
His eyes trailed slowly down over Torin’s pecs, his powerful arms and flat stomach, and when he paused on Torin’s cock, he couldn’t help the surprised gasp that escaped him.
Like the toy, Torin was thick and long, though Jonah had felt that already. But what, on the toy, had been strange strands that extended down the length of it, on Torin’s cock they were…
“Tentacles?”
“Only little ones,” Torin teased. “Though you can play with the big ones later if you want.”
Jonah swallowed hard, even as his cock throbbed. A few thin tentacles wrapped around Torin’s cock, though one had split off – Jonah supposed that had been what had touched him. They had the same blue-green shimmer as the rest of Torin’s skin was taking on, and Jonah let out a surprised breath.
“You’re a mermaid.”
Torin chuckled. He pushed closer again, one hand taking the back of Jonah’s neck in a firm grip. His teeth were too sharp, and his eyes were dark, the way he looked Jonah over making him shiver.
“No, I’m not,” he said. He leaned in and licked the curve of Jonah’s ear. Jonah glanced down. The tentacle that had already detached itself from Torin’s cock was moving, and he moaned when it slid along his own.
It was smooth, gliding slickly down his length before it wrapped around the base. Another extended and joined it, and Jonah groaned when they both started shuttling up and down his shaft.
“Guess, Jonah,” Torin said. His voice sounded strained. “You’re not cumming until you do.”
Jonah looked at him in surprise. “Torin!”
Torin’s answering grin was wicked. “You don’t have to cum every time you play with Ez’s toys,” he said. “You’re just a greedy slut.”
Jonah groaned again. The tentacles around his cock tightened, and Torin shifted his hips until their cocks pressed together.
He couldn’t think. Not a mermaid, but Torin had to be something similar, right?
“Come on, Jonah,” Torin teased. He licked down Jonah’s jaw and sucked a mark onto his throat. Jonah moaned helplessly, thrusting his hips up into the tight grip of the tentacles. “Let me hear you.”
His voice… It was as low and sensual as it had been every time Jonah had heard it. He tipped his head back, moaning again when Torin bit at his skin.
“Oh, fuck. You’re a siren.”
Torin chuckled against Jonah’s throat. “Clever boy,” he cooed. The tentacles around Jonah’s cock squeezed tight and Jonah cried out.
“Please, Torin. Let me cum, please, I’ve been so good…”
“You think so?” Torin lifted up, planting one hand on either side of Jonah’s head.
Jonah nodded. “Please.”
Torin’s gaze lazily swept the length of him and when their eyes met again, his were burning. Jonah forced himself to relax against the cool tiles he was lying on. He was desperate for something – anything.
“Show me that hole again.”
Jonah grabbed the back of his thighs, hands trembling, and pulled his legs back toward his chest. He cried out when the tentacles slid off his cock and pressed against his hole, slipping easily inside.
They undulated against his walls. Jonah moaned again when more pushed their way inside him, until only Torin’s cock remained, pressed against his own.
“Torin!”
Torin grinned. Something brushed against Jonah’s prostate – more than one of them. The slowly building pressure had Jonah squeezing his eyes shut, his whole body moving to try to get more, deeper.
“Such a pretty, pretty slut,” Torin murmured. He stroked one finger down the length of Jonah’s cock and Jonah sobbed, hips jerking up in response. He was so close, but every time he reached the edge, Torin backed off a little, though the tentacles never withdrew.
“I need your cock, Torin!”
“Of course you do,” Torin breathed, but he lined his cock up anyway and started to push inside. Jonah writhed beneath him, and Torin grabbed his hips, thrusting hard.
All the air left Jonah’s lungs when Torin was fully seated, and Torin gave him no time to recover.
He fucked Jonah hard and fast like he was as close to the edge as Jonah was.
The tentacles still pressed against his inner walls, his prostate, until a couple slid out and wrapped around his cock again.
“Next time, I’ll fill every hole of yours with a part of me,” Torin growled, breathing hard. “If you’re good, I’ll make you cum over and over until you beg me to stop.”
Jonah moaned. “What… What if I’m bad?”
Torin grinned, sharp teeth flashing against his lips. “Naughty sluts don’t get to cum,” he murmured. He leaned down and brushed their mouths together. “But I’ll fill your every hole, anyway. Let your tight arse milk my cock as my tentacles fuck your throat.”
Fuck. Jonah’s back arched as the dam finally broke, and pleasure surged through him. He came with a cry that he was sure was Torin’s name, and Torin’s tentacles kept stroking him as cum streaked from his cock across his stomach and chest.
Torin groaned at the sight of him, and he held Jonah around the throat as he leaned down for another kiss. Jonah whined into his mouth. His thighs were trembling, as were his arms where he was holding himself open.
Torin didn’t stop. He held Jonah in place as he fucked him harder, hips slapping against Jonah’s arse as he chased his release. The tentacles still moved inside him, all of it too much, but Jonah couldn’t do more than moan and twist beneath Torin, the hand around his throat holding him in place.
“Torin,” he whined.
Torin groaned. He thrust in hard and stilled, everything inside Jonah seeming to twitch and quiver as hot cum filled his channel. Jonah whined again, shaking all over.
Torin pulled out a few moments later, easing Jonah’s legs down with faintly trembling hands. An unfamiliar smugness curled in Jonah’s chest. He’d made Torin feel like that.
“You good?” Torin murmured before he brushed their lips together.
Jonah hummed his agreement. He licked over Torin’s lower lip and took the slow, drugging kiss gladly. He could stay here all day.
Torin pulled away all too soon, though he softened the blow by kissing the corner of Jonah’s mouth. “Oh, it’s not over yet,” he murmured. “There’s still a toy for you to play with.”