Chapter 55
Meridian
He blamed his sudden interest in kissing on Horatio. The man was, quite simply, too seductive for his own good. How dare he exist? With those muscles and that startling blue gaze, and the silken tresses long enough to maybe tie Meridian’s wrists together.
Mmm, what would that be like?
Not that the other four were blameless. Sprawled out in his bed on his fine linens, doing things he’d never dared dream about—delicious things that were drawing soft moans and sweet mutterings.
Even Snake Vinter—that terrifying-beyond-all-reason vampirate—was mewling in pleasure as the magical twink with the big brown eyes sucked his dick.
It wasn’t his fault that he was now on his back, tongue pressed against Horatio’s, with one leg wrapped around his muscular thighs so he couldn’t get away. Not his fault that his balls were tingling—wait—his balls were tingling? He pulled away from Horatio’s mouth.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Not sure, but I think I just erected your pup tent.” Horatio rolled off him and took a look. “Hell yeah, I did.” He snickered.
Meridian lifted his head. “That’s not mine.” His cock looked… big. And an angry shade of red, like it might burst.
Horatio stroked his shaft. “Can you feel my fingers?”
His body jerked. “Gods!”
“How long did that take?” Horatio kissed the side of his neck. “About 4 minutes?” He licked across his collarbone. “You owe me an apology.”
“No, I don’t. I owe you a million dollars. No, that’s not enough, I owe you…”
Horatio shut him up with a kiss. Followed by another and another, while his fingers made him even harder. Meridian felt trickling at the tip. “You’re getting wet for me.”
“You really are a… god.”
“Nah.” Horatio gathered Meridian’s precum on his finger and pressed it into Meridian’s mouth, eyes dark with lust. “Everyone’s good at something.”
The taste of himself amped his need. “Fuck me, Rock God. I want it.”
He shook his head. “First, I’m going to show you what foreplay means.” He kissed down to the strap and tugged at it. “Can you take this off?”
Panic set in.
“I-give-good-head,” he blurted.
Horatio raised a brow at him.
“I-practice-on-dildos.” His face burned.
“Go ahead, doll.” He smiled. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Heart thumping, he slid down the bed until that big cock was centered in his line of sight.
And what a cock it was!
Thick. Perfectly shaped. Befitting a god, for sure. Without fanfare, he wrapped his fingers around it and licked the head, the taste of which made him delirious.
Finally! A real cock in my mouth.
As he licked his way up and down the shaft, it grew—lengthening and swelling into an absolute masterpiece. After a breath, he opened wide and fit every inch of it behind his lips without gagging.
“Holy fuck,” Horatio muttered.
A thrill rippled up his back. Not only was he pleasing Horatio, he got him completely rigid in under thirty seconds. Buoyed, he sucked greedily, moving his head up and down while his tongue fluttered along the underside.
Is Seven watching me? I hope he is.
Soft fingers tangled into his curls. Between that and the compliment, Meridian felt giddy and ticklish, as if butterflies were swarming his insides. He sucked faster.
“Fuuuck, you’re amazing.”
Meridian stroked Horatio’s balls, drawing a raspy moan. He looked up and saw Horatio staring back, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“C’mere.” He tucked his fingers under Meridian’s chin.
He reluctantly released his cock. “You don’t like it?”
“I love it. But I don’t want to come yet.”
Meridian scooted up the bed and knelt next to Horatio.
“You look pretty sexy with a dick in your mouth.” He brushed his index finger across Meridian’s chest, just above the strap. “If you feel more comfortable with this on, that’s totally cool. But, just so you know, we’d never judge.”
“Actually, it’s terribly uncomfortable.” He exhaled all the air in his lungs, reached behind his back, and undid the snaps. The strap fell away, revealing his teacup-sized breasts. He froze. Did the others see? Heads lifted, but no one said a thing. Or laughed.
Not even Horatio. Instead, he smiled.
“Do you like them? I do.” Meridian used both hands to trace circles around the pair and felt them expand. “I woke up like this when I was fourteen. My father insisted I hide them.”
“I hate that for you. They’re beautiful. I love the nipple piercings.”
“A present from myself for my 21st birthday. You’re the first one who knows. Do you want to… touch them?”
Please say yes.
“Hell damn yes, I do.”
Horatio sat with his back against the headboard, legs outstretched. He patted his lap. Meridian straddled his thighs, legs bent, shivering with anticipation. With impossibly gentle hands, Horatio kneaded his tits while sucking each nipple in turn.
It was delicious. Meridian rolled his head back and moaned. Pleasure grabbed him in a chokehold. His nipples hardened under Horatio’s tongue, and when he grazed them with his teeth? Meridian almost lifted off the bed. He grabbed Horatio by the hair and held him in place.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
His balls felt heavy and tight. His cock throbbed. The most amazing sensation followed, one he felt from his sac to his cockhead.
“I think I’m—” Meridian came hard and quick—it was almost painful. Gasping, he let Horatio go and saw a puddle of white all over his stomach and chest. “Sorry.” He blushed.
“First rule of sex with pirates—never apologize for coming.” He grinned, dipped his finger in the mess, and sucked it clean. “Sweet like candy. How did it feel?”
“Like I want to do it again and again.” All at once, Meridian remembered what it felt like to smile. “But this time, I want your cock inside me.”
“How do you want it? On your back? Doggy style? Maybe you’d like to ride me?” He stroked Meridian’s thighs. “You’re already in the right position.”
He flushed. “What’s your preference?”
“I like it all, but get on your back for me, because there are some other places I need to taste first.” He wagged his tongue.
Meridian giggled and lay on the bed.
With a wicked grin, Horatio pushed his legs back. “Oh.” He blinked.
Fuck. I forgot about the plug.
“It’s not a real tail. Just take it out.”
Horatio rubbed his taint and jiggled the plug nestled inside his ass. “You’re all kinds of kinky, baby. I love it.”
A loud laugh erupted from deep in his chest. “Of course, you would like that.”
“Did you make this yourself?”
He nodded. After saving the hair from his brush for a year, he’d had enough to make a lush tail. Wearing it made him feel pretty, and the pressure from the narrow silicone plug reminded him that he was alive on days when he felt the most dead inside.
Horatio gently tugged it loose and set it on the floor next to the bed. Gazing up at him, he dragged his thumb across Meridian’s opening. “You’re so wet.”
“For you.”
Finally, he said something halfway sexy.
“I’ll bet your ass is as sweet as the rest of you.”
Meridian gasped when Horatio’s tongue fluttered across his rim. Nothing had ever felt so decadent. So tickly and wet. His arousal amped. His cock hardened again in a rush.
“Oh!” he gasped. “I love that.”
Horatio used his tongue in ways Meridian didn’t know were possible. And he savored every second. Every lick. Every thrust of his tongue, deep, then deeper. Words flew from his mouth, and he didn’t even care.
“That’s so good… but I need you to… fuck me.”
He’d never wanted anything with such ferocity. Every second it took for Horatio to lube himself was torture. He gritted his teeth and tried not to scream. “I don’t even need that.”
“Humor me.”
Now slick, it looked bigger. “It’s… thick.”
“I’ll go slow.”
“No, fast. I need it.”
Horatio kissed him sweetly. “I’m going to take good care of you, okay? I want you to come so hard you forget your own name. Ready?”
When was the last time someone talked to him like that—like he was a person, not a king? All he could do was stare as forgotten emotions rose to the surface.
No. It’s too much. I just want to get fucked.
“I’m ready. Rail me.” He gasped when the head opened him up. “Gods, it’s huge!”
Horatio paused.
“That was a compliment! Don’t stop.”
“Bossy. Why am I not surprised?”
“I’m sure you’re… used to men… begging for your dick,” he gasped. Another inch or two, and pleasure centers he didn’t know existed came to life. “Ahhh!”
“Feels good?”
“More. All of it.”
Slowly, slowly, slowly, but at last, every bit of it throbbed inside. He squeezed it a little, giggling with delight when Horatio groaned.
“Fuck, Meridian, you feel so good.”
Tangling his fingers into Horatio’s hair, he pulled him in for a kiss, surprised he even wanted to do that.
But he did. Desperately. He wanted as much of Horatio as he could get.
Then, the thrusting started, and he really did forget his name.
Every time that fat cock bumped his prostate, electric shocks of pleasure shot up his spine.
The intensity was horrifying, like it could end him somehow.
“Oh gods, don’t stop. Fuck me.”
The pleasure built and built until he burst into stardust, or moonbeams, or whatever other poetic nonsense people compared orgasm to. Words couldn’t do justice to what he’d experienced. He didn’t just get fucked.
He was remade.