“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 handsgripped 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. “Ilove 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 soundof 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.