Chapter 9 – Max
MAX
I’m going to lose my fucking mind. This mermaid is squeezing my cock, her leg wrapped around me in the most possessive way imaginable, and she doesn’t have a clue how turned on I am.
If she did, she’d be running the other way.
I keep rubbing my face because I don’t know where the hell else to put my hands. I’m pretty sure anywhere else, and I’ll touch some part of this naked woman. While that idea is appealing, it’s also the exact opposite of what I should be doing.
Do not be tempted by the naked woman in your bed.
But that leg of hers keeps curling around my cock, and I’m so damn hard I think I’m going to tear right through my boxers. Shit. This is hell. Pure and utter hell.
Finally, I put my hands back down. One touches her thigh. I stiffen, knowing I should move it.
She sighs sleepily and places a hand on my bare chest. “That feels nice.”
“Nice?” I repeat, heart hammering.
She snuggles more closely.
Very slowly, I run my hand up and down her long leg. With each small touch, she seems to curl closer against me. At last, I feel her bare breasts against my side.
Fucking hell. I need to get out of here before I do something really stupid.
I untangle myself from her and sit up.
She makes a little sound of protest, but doesn’t stop me. I look to where my brother Arthur is curled against her back. He looks to be asleep. Thank goodness. I’d hate for him to see how pathetic I am right now.
Creeping out of the tent, I stumble until I come to the edge of the water.
Pushing my boxers down, I pull my cock out and start to stroke.
But instead of the many images that usually come to my mind when I’m masturbating, I imagine the mermaid.
Sirena. She’s so fucking beautiful, with her long red hair and dark eyes.
Her body has curves in all the right places.
Her big breasts with perfect pink nipples and her bare pussy call to me.
If this woman was made by the gods to tempt me, they succeeded. They win this round.
“Max?”
I hear her and whirl around, cock still in hand.
Sirena comes closer. She looks like a creature of fantasy beneath the moon’s pale light. Every inch of her naked body is exposed to my desperate eyes. Her gaze is both curious and aroused as she stops just feet in front of me.
I should tuck my cock back in and come up with an excuse for my absence. I should lie through my teeth, even though we both know exactly what I’m doing.
But I don’t.
She reaches out and pushes my hand away, and I let her.
Suddenly, she wraps a hand around my shaft, and I groan in pleasure.
Her grip is tight as she slowly strokes me up and down.
Every nerve inside of me awakens in a completely unexpected way.
Our gazes lock, and I can see an unexpected innocence in her expression.
Sex hurts. I remember her words, and everything inside of me freezes.
It’d be so easy to let her stroke me, to come against her soft skin, but I can't.
That would be all about my pleasure, not hers. This woman deserves a lifetime of soft touches and gentle kisses.
She frowns as I push her hand away and pull up my boxers. “But… I can help,” she says.
Instead, I tuck the hair back from her face. Her eyes widen, and the curiosity is back in her expression. Leaning down, I kiss her neck gently. I hear her breath catch, and let my lips slide up her neck. Every so often, I stop and suck softly.
By the time I pull back, I know her heart is racing as fast as mine. She’s watching me, and the arousal in her gaze makes me glad I held myself back.
Inching closer to her, I hold her gaze, wanting her to see that she can stop this at any time. And then, I lean down and kiss her.
At first, my lips are light on hers, and she kisses me back, almost experimentally. But then our kiss begins to change. Her lips grow more desperate beneath mine, and my tongue slips into her mouth.
When she moans, a shiver runs through my body, and I pull her closer, letting my hands trail lightly down her back. I want to cup her ass, feel the curves of her delicious body, but I force my hands to remain at her hips. Even when she draws closer, pressing her body against me.
And then I pull back, panting.
Her eyes slowly open, and time stands still. She looks… amazed. Surprised. And even though my cock hates me right now, I don’t regret holding back my pleasure for hers.
“Are we… going to have sex now?” she asks.
“Do you want to?”
A guarded look comes to her face.
I smile and push her hair behind her ear once more. “I think a kiss was enough for tonight.”
She looks relieved. “Okay.”
We turn to head back to the tent. In the dark doorway, I see my brother staring at us.
But a second later, he’s gone. When we reach it, I push back the flap and she goes in.
Arthur looks like he’s sleeping, but I know better.
We crawl under the blanket, and a short time later I know she’s fallen asleep.
I lie awake a lot longer, confused. I’m the leader of this mission. The role brings more responsibility onto my shoulders, responsibility I thought I could handle, even if I didn’t want this job. Now, seeing how easily one beautiful woman can make me forget my mission, I’m wondering if I was wrong.
If I show my brother that there’s nothing wrong with touching her, I’m scared as hell I’ll lose him again. I'm scared that when we catch this Keto and return to the sanctuary, he won’t come with us.
I have to be a good role model and a good leader.
Even if somewhere deep inside I’m wondering if maybe this can be my time to be reckless. He had his. Don’t I deserve to experience love too?
Closing my eyes, I hate myself a little, because all logic says to be a good leader, and yet, Sirena is all I can picture.
I’m screwed.