Chapter 16
Teddy
By the time I pulled myself out of the pool, Nerion’s scales had melted back into flesh. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he looked human again. Although his cock remained hard, bobbing between his legs as he stood up and took my hand.
“Come on,” he said, that mischievous grin still on his face. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”
I let him guide me off the wet concrete surrounding the pool, my legs unsteady after swimming for so long. My heart raced as we stepped into the empty locker room, his fingers interlaced with mine. The echoing space amplified our footsteps and my shallow breathing.
Nerion led me past the rows of lockers and benches, toward the showers at the back of the room. The tiles were cold beneath my bare feet, a stark contrast to the warm water of the pool. I was achingly aware of my nakedness, my erection, and the beautiful redhead pulling me along.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this since that first night I met you,” Nerion admitted, his voice low and husky as he guided me into the open shower area. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
The shower space was designed for multiple people. There were no stalls, just a large, tiled area with several shower heads mounted on the walls. Nerion reached over and twisted one of the knobs. Water hissed to life, steam beginning to rise as he adjusted the temperature.
“Someone might come in,” I whispered, though the thrill of possibly being caught only made me harder.
“At this hour?” Nerion pulled me under the warm spray, water cascading down his freckled shoulders. “Everyone’s asleep. It’s just us.”
His hands found my waist, sliding over my wet skin as he backed me against the tile wall.
The cool surface made me gasp, but Nerion’s mouth was there to swallow the sound, his lips capturing mine in a hungry kiss.
His tongue slipped past my lips, tasting me deeply as his body pressed against mine, skin to skin.
“I can’t stop thinking about your cock in my mouth again,” he murmured against my lips. “I need it.”
Before I could even respond, Nerion was dropping to his knees on the wet tile floor, water streaming down his face and chest. He looked up at me through his wet lashes, his blue eyes dark and lustful. His hands slid up my thighs, thumbs tracing the creases where leg met torso.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back against the tile as Nerion’s lips brushed against the head of my cock. His tongue darted out, licking away the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip.
“You taste even better than I remember,” he purred, before taking me into his mouth.
The wet heat of his mouth engulfed me, drawing a low moan from my throat that echoed in the tiled space.
Nerion took his time, his tongue swirling around the head before he slid further down, taking more of me with each bob of his head.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he worked his mouth over my cock with practiced skill.
I threaded my fingers through his wet red hair, not guiding, just needing something to hold onto as pleasure coursed through me. The sight of him on his knees, water running down his pale, freckled back as he sucked me, was almost too much to bear.
“Nerion,” I gasped, my thighs beginning to tremble. “I’m going to—”
He pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at me with a wicked smile. “Do it,” he said, rising to his feet. “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you again.”
His words sent a jolt of electric pleasure down my spine.
I was already so close, my body trembling with need as Nerion dropped back to his knees.
This time, he took me in with renewed hunger, his mouth working my shaft with purpose.
His tongue pressed flat against the underside of my cock as he bobbed his head, creating a perfect rhythm that had me gasping.
“Oh god, Nerion,” I moaned, my fingers tightening in his wet hair.
He hummed around me, the vibration sending me hurtling toward the edge. My hips jerked forward involuntarily, but Nerion didn’t pull back. Instead, he relaxed his throat and took me deeper, his blue eyes locked on mine as water streamed down his face.
That look of pure desire was what undid me.
My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my cock pulsing as I came hard down his throat.
Nerion swallowed everything, his throat working as he milked every last drop from me.
Even as the intensity began to ebb, he continued to suck gently, drawing out the aftershocks until my legs nearly gave out beneath me.
When he finally released me, he rose to his feet with a satisfied smirk, water droplets clinging to his lips and chin. “I love the way you taste,” he murmured, pressing his body against mine. His own erection pressed insistently against my hip, reminding me that he hadn’t found his own release yet.
“My turn,” I said, a surge of energy pulsing through me despite my recent orgasm. I spun us around, pressing Nerion against the tile wall. The steam had filled the shower area now, creating a private cocoon around us as water continued to cascade over our bodies.
I kissed my way down his chest, pausing to tease each nipple with my tongue.
Nerion’s breath hitched, his hands finding my shoulders as I continued lower.
His stomach muscles twitched under my lips as I traced the light trail of hair leading to his groin.
When I finally knelt before him, I took a moment to admire his cock.
It was fully human now, but no less beautiful than its merman counterpart.
I wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling it pulse in my hand as I leaned forward to taste the bead of pre-cum glistening at the head. Nerion’s sharp intake of breath encouraged me as I swirled my tongue around the ridge before taking him fully into my mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his head falling back against the tile with a soft thud.
I worked him slowly at first, savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the subtle saltiness of his skin. His hands found my hair, not forcing but gently guiding as I established a rhythm. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder as I took him deeper, wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.
“Your mouth,” Nerion groaned, his hips rocking slightly. “Is so fucking perfect.”
I hummed in appreciation, the vibration making him gasp. His thighs began to tremble under my palms as I increased my pace, driven by his increasingly desperate moans. The sound of running water couldn’t mask the wet sounds of my mouth working over him, adding to the erotic atmosphere.
Just as I felt him hardening further, signaling his approaching climax, Nerion gently pulled me off. “Wait,” he panted, his chest heaving. “Not yet. I want more of you.”
He helped me to my feet, kissing me deeply as his hands roamed over my wet skin. To my surprise, I felt myself hardening again against his thigh. Nerion noticed too, a pleased smile curving his lips as he reached between us to stroke me back to full arousal.
“Turn around,” he whispered in my ear, his voice thick with desire.
I complied, bracing my hands against the tile wall as Nerion pressed himself against my back.
His cock nestled between my ass cheeks as his hands explored my chest, my stomach, my renewed erection.
His lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and he sucked hard enough to mark me.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he murmured, his hands sliding to my hips. “Spread your legs for me.”
I widened my stance, my heart hammering with anticipation as Nerion began to kneel behind me. His hands kneaded my ass cheeks before spreading them apart. The first touch of his tongue against my entrance made me jerk forward with a startled gasp.
“Relax,” he soothed, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. “Let me make you feel good.”
His tongue returned, circling my hole with teasing licks before pressing more insistently.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d experienced before.
It was intimate, forbidden, and incredibly arousing.
My cock throbbed between my legs as Nerion’s tongue worked me open, alternating between gentle probes and broad, flat licks that had me moaning shamelessly against the tile.
“Nerion,” I gasped, pushing back against his face. “Please...”
He responded by pushing his tongue deeper, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady as he devoured me. One of his hands slid around to grasp my cock, stroking in time with the thrusts of his tongue. The dual sensations had me trembling, balanced on the knife’s edge of pleasure.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Nerion withdrew, rising to his feet behind me. His chest pressed against my back, his cock sliding between my cheeks as he whispered in my ear, “I need to be inside you. Is that what you want too?”
“Yes,” I breathed, beyond caring about anything except having him fill me. “Fuck me.”
“Give me just a second, I have a condom in my bag,” he said.
But before he pulled away, I grabbed his hand, forcing him back. “You don’t need it,” I said, surprising myself. “I… I want to know what it feels like without one.”
His lips were against my ear again, his voice nearly a growl. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “Just fuck me.”
Nerion’s teeth nipped at my ear. “God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, his hand reaching between us to position himself.
I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, slick with his saliva but still tight. He pushed forward slowly, the pressure building until my body finally yielded to him. The initial stretch burned, a sweet pain that made me gasp and press my forehead against the cool tile.
“Breathe,” Nerion whispered, his lips brushing my ear as he eased in another inch. “Take my cock like a good boy.”
Water continued to cascade over us as he worked himself deeper, one hand gripping my hip while the other stroked my cock, distracting me from the discomfort. When he was fully seated inside me, he paused, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion.
“You feel really fucking good,” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this without a condom.”
I shifted my hips experimentally, drawing a hiss from Nerion. The burning sensation had faded, replaced by a fullness that bordered on pleasure. “Move,” I urged, pushing back against him.
He needed no further encouragement. Nerion withdrew almost completely before sliding back in, establishing a slow rhythm that had me moaning. Each thrust brushed against that sweet spot inside me that sent sparks of pleasure up my spine, making my toes curl against the wet tile floor.
“Fuck, you take my cock so well,” Nerion praised, his pace quickening. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the steamy shower room, mixing with our heavy breathing and occasional moans.
I braced myself more firmly against the wall as Nerion’s thrusts grew more forceful. The water streaming down our bodies created a slick friction that heightened every sensation. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise, marking me as he claimed my body with increasing urgency.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Cum for me.”
I reached between my legs, wrapping my fingers around my aching cock. The dual stimulation of my hand and Nerion’s relentless thrusts quickly pushed me toward the edge again. My muscles tensed, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it,” Nerion encouraged, his rhythm faltering slightly. “I want to feel you cum around my cock.”
His words sent me over the edge. My second orgasm ripped through me, more intense than the first. I cried out, not caring who might hear as pleasure overwhelmed me. My release painted the tile wall in front of me as my body clenched rhythmically around Nerion’s length.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, his hips slamming into me once, twice more before he buried himself to the hilt.
I felt the pulse of his cock inside me as he came, filling me with his heat.
His forehead dropped to rest between my shoulder blades, his breath hot against my wet skin as he shuddered through his climax.
For several moments, we remained connected, both of us panting under the spray of the shower.
Nerion’s arms wrapped around my waist, holding me against him as we recovered.
When he finally slipped out of me, I felt a trickle of his cum running down my inner thigh.
The sight of it should have been embarrassing, but instead, I found it wonderfully erotic.
Nerion turned me around gently, his eyes searching mine before he leaned in for a tender kiss. It was different from our earlier frantic passion. This was slower, deeper, and almost reverent.
“Feel good?” he asked when we parted, brushing wet hair from my forehead.
I nodded, suddenly shy despite what we’d just done. “Better than good.”
A smile curved his lips as he reached for the soap dispenser mounted on the wall. “Let me clean you up,” he offered, working the liquid into a lather between his palms.
His hands moved over my body with careful attention, washing away the evidence of our encounter.
I returned the favor, marveling at the contrast between this gentle aftercare and the raw intensity of our fucking minutes before.
Under the warm water, we explored each other with soap-slick hands, learning curves and angles in a different context.
When we were both clean, Nerion shut off the water. The sudden silence was broken only by the dripping of water from our bodies onto the tile floor. He pressed a final kiss to my lips before stepping back.
“We should probably get dried off before one of the custodial staff finds us,” he said, though his reluctance was evident in his voice.
I followed him to the towel rack, accepting the fluffy white towel he handed me. As I dried myself, I couldn’t help stealing glances at him. His fair skin was now flushed from the hot water, his red hair darkened to auburn as it began to dry.
“What?” he asked, catching me staring.
“Nothing,” I said, wrapping the towel around my waist. “Just... thank you. For showing me. Your true self, I mean. For trusting me with that.”
Something flickered in his eyes. Maybe it was vulnerability, perhaps, or caution. “Just remember what I said. About us being just friends.”
“With benefits,” I added with a small smile, trying to keep things light despite the strange ache in my chest.
Nerion’s laugh seemed forced. “Exactly. Friends with excellent benefits.”