Chapter 23
Teddy
“Then you’ll have me,” Nerion replied, his voice thick with need. “But this time, it’s my turn.”
I didn’t have to ask what he meant as he threw a leg over me, straddling my waist in one graceful movement. He leaned back, pressing his ass against my hardening cock.
The sensation of his weight on top of me sent a jolt of anticipation through my body.
Sand clung to our damp skin as Nerion rocked his hips, grinding against my erection with deliberate, teasing motions.
His eyes, reflecting the blue of the Aegean, held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“I’m always fucking you,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. “But I want to know what it feels like to have you fill me up instead.”
My hands found his hips, gripping the smooth skin there as he continued his tantalizing movements. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
Nerion nodded, his red hair falling forward to frame his face. “More than sure. I’ve been thinking about riding your cock since that first night. But it’s not something I do for just anyone.”
He reached between us, wrapping his fingers around my length and positioning it against his entrance. The head of my cock pressed against him, and I realized with a start that he was already slick.
“When did you—”
“Perks of being a siren,” he explained with a wicked grin. “We’re always ready.”
Before I could process that information, Nerion was sinking down onto me, his body swallowing my cock with agonizing slowness.
His hole was impossibly tight and hot around me, a stark contrast to the cool water droplets still clinging to his skin.
I watched his face transform as he took me deeper, his lips parting in a silent gasp, eyelids fluttering.
“Fuck,” I breathed, fighting the urge to thrust upward. “You feel amazing.”
When he had fully seated himself on my cock, Nerion paused, adjusting to the sensation. His thighs trembled slightly against mine, and I ran my hands up and down them soothingly.
“You okay?” I asked, concerned by his silence.
“Better than okay,” he finally responded, his voice strained. “Just... give me a moment. It’s been a long time since I did this.”
His words sent a possessive thrill through me. I was his first in a long time, possibly in years. I traced patterns on his hips with my thumbs, fighting the overwhelming urge to move as his body gradually relaxed around me.
Finally, Nerion began to rise, lifting himself until only the head of my cock remained inside him before sinking back down.
The pace he set was torturous. His movements were slow, deliberate, and purposefully designed to drive me to the edge of insanity.
His hands splayed across my chest for balance as he worked himself on my length, his own cock hard and leaking against his stomach.
“God, look at you,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over my body. “You’re so beautiful and your cock is the perfect size. I could ride you for hours.”
The thought of Nerion above me, taking his pleasure at his own pace for hours on end nearly undid me. I gripped his hips harder, trying to urge him faster, but he resisted, maintaining that maddening rhythm.
“Patience,” he chided, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m going to torture you nice and slow.”
True to his word, Nerion took his time, rising and falling on my cock with languid movements that had me gasping and pleading.
The sun beat down on us, our bodies slick with sweat and seawater.
The contrast of sensations was overwhelming.
I could feel the rough sand beneath my back, the soft, tight heat of Nerion’s body, and the gentle breeze cooling our skin all at the same time, each driving me closer to oblivion.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I planted my feet in the sand and thrust upward, meeting him as he descended. The unexpected movement made Nerion cry out, his back arching beautifully.
“There,” he gasped, his composure finally cracking. “Right fucking there.”
Encouraged, I repeated the motion, hitting that spot inside him that made his thighs quiver. His pace increased slightly, his breathing becoming more ragged as I continued to meet each downward motion with an upward thrust.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, surprising myself with the authority in my voice. “I want you to cum too.”
Nerion obeyed without hesitation, wrapping his fingers around his cock and stroking in time with our movements. The sight of him pleasuring himself while I filled him was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my whole life.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told him, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “And your ass is so fucking perfect.”
His rhythm faltered for a moment, something vulnerable flashing in his eyes before he redoubled his efforts, riding me harder now. The controlled pace was gone, replaced by desperate need as he chased his pleasure.
“Teddy,” he moaned, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips. “Oh god, Teddy.”
I felt my orgasm building, a familiar tightening at the base of my balls. “I’m close,” I warned, my fingers digging into his flesh.
“Not yet,” Nerion panted, slowing his movements again. “Not until I say.”
The command in his voice sent a shiver through me. He was taking control completely, determining when and how I would be allowed to cum. The power exchange was intoxicating.
Nerion leaned forward, changing the angle so that my cock dragged against that sweet spot inside him with each movement. His face was inches from mine now, his breath hot against my lips.
“Kiss me,” he whispered.
I surged up to meet his mouth, our lips crashing together in a desperate kiss.
His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me as thoroughly as I was claiming him.
We moved together like that, connected at every possible point, our bodies finding a perfect rhythm as we rocked in the sand under the blazing Grecian sun.
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with need. “Now,” he said, his voice commanding. “Cum inside me now.”
The permission was all I needed. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my hips thrusting upward uncontrollably as I emptied myself inside him. The pleasure was so intense I saw stars, my vision blurring at the edges as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through me.
Nerion continued to ride me through my climax, his hand working frantically over his own cock.
I watched through half-lidded eyes as his face contorted beautifully, his lips parting in a silent cry as he came.
Hot streams of white painted my chest and stomach as his body clenched rhythmically around my oversensitive cock, milking every last drop from me.
For several long moments, we stayed frozen in that position, both of us panting heavily. Nerion’s eyes were closed, his chest heaving as the aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him. Sweat glistened on his freckled skin, catching the sunlight like diamonds.
“That was...” I began, but words failed me.
“Yeah,” he agreed breathlessly, slowly opening his eyes to meet mine. “It really was.”
He carefully lifted himself off me, wincing slightly as my softening cock slipped free.
My cum trickled down his inner thigh, and something possessive and primal stirred in me at the sight.
He was marked by me, claimed in some ancient, visceral way that was far beyond the boundaries of our “friends with benefits” arrangement.
Nerion collapsed beside me on the sand, one arm thrown over his eyes to block out the sun. His chest still rose and fell rapidly, his lips curved in a satisfied smile.
“I think I’ve got sand in places sand should never be,” I laughed, the euphoria of my orgasm making everything seem funny and perfect.
“Worth it,” Nerion mumbled, turning his head to look at me. “Definitely worth it.”
I propped myself up on one elbow, studying his face in the brilliant Mediterranean sunlight. His freckles stood out more vividly here, constellations mapped across his nose and cheeks. His red hair, drying now in the heat, had taken on copper highlights I’d never noticed before.
“What are you staring at?” he asked, but there was no edge to his question.
“You,” I replied simply. “You look different here. More... yourself I guess.”
Something flickered in his eyes. It was vulnerability, perhaps, or fear. But he masked it quickly with a smirk. “Is that your way of saying I look good?”
“You always look good,” I said honestly. “But here, you look... happy.”
Nerion’s smirk faltered, replaced by an expression so raw it made my chest ache. For a moment, I thought he might say something important, something real. Instead, he rolled to his feet in one fluid motion.
“Come on,” he said, extending his hand to me. “Let’s wash off in the sea before we get completely encrusted with sand and... other things.”
I took his offered hand, allowing him to pull me up.
We waded into the crystal-clear water together, the gentle waves lapping at our thighs.
I watched as Nerion dove beneath the surface, his body cutting through the water with natural grace.
When he emerged, water streaming from his hair and shoulders, I couldn’t help but think he looked more like a god than a monster, like Poseidon himself come to life.
“So this is what it’s like,” I said, more to myself than to him as I sank into the water up to my shoulders.
“What what’s like?” Nerion asked, swimming closer.
“Freedom,” I replied, letting myself float on my back. The sky above was impossibly blue, untouched by clouds. “No parents, no expectations, no schedule. Just... this.”
Nerion was quiet for a moment, floating beside me. “It doesn’t last,” he finally said, his voice soft but certain. “Freedom is always temporary.”
I turned my head to look at him, our bodies suspended in the buoyant salt water. “It doesn’t have to be.”
“Doesn’t it?” His gaze remained fixed on the sky above. “You have a family waiting for you, expectations to fulfill. And I have my own... limitations. Not to mention school.”
“We could stay,” I suggested, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “Just for a while. No one would know.”
Nerion’s laugh was hollow. “And live on what? Air and seawater?”
“I have money,” I replied, undeterred. “We could get a little place near the beach. You could paint. I could... I could figure out what I actually want to do with my life.”
He looked at me then, his expression unreadable. “You’re not thinking clearly, Teddy. This is just post-orgasm euphoria talking.”
“Maybe,” I admitted, though I didn’t believe it. “Or maybe for the first time in my life, I’m actually thinking clearly.”
Nerion sighed, righting himself in the water. “We should head back soon. The longer we stay, the harder it will be to leave.”
“Would that be so terrible?” I asked, unable to keep the hurt from my voice.
His expression softened. “Teddy...” He reached out, his wet fingers brushing against my cheek. “This isn’t real life. It’s a beautiful dream, a fantasy. But all dreams end eventually.”
“It could be real,” I insisted, catching his hand and holding it against my face. “If we wanted it to be.”
Something like pain flashed in his eyes. “Some things aren’t possible, no matter how much we might want them.” He ran his thumb over my cheek on last time. “We have to go back. Both of us. I’m… I’m sorry.”
Before I could argue further, he pulled away and dove beneath the surface. I watched his silhouette transform, human legs melding into that magnificent tail. He circled beneath me once, twice, before surfacing a few feet away.
“One more swim before we go?” he offered, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “I could show you the reef at the edge of the cove.”
I smiled, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes this time. “Yeah,” I nodded. “I’d love to see it. Then we can… teleport back.”
“Then take my hand,” he said with a sad smile, reaching out toward me. “Let’s dare to dream just a little bit longer.”