As he turned, the water whipped Jason’s hair around his face and he had to push it back so he could see. Lasse was lounging on the rock they’d been sitting on wearing a proud grin, surrounded by three larger and considerably older Mermen. “I told you, Baltic, those boys need firmer training.” Lasse waved at the largest of the three mermen. “Baltic, meet my mate Jason. Jason, this is Commander Baltic, one of the three highest ranking Mermen there are. He has the misfortune to be young Angelus’s father.”
“Lord Jason,” Baltic inclined his head. “I apologize for my son’s rash and thoughtless comments and behavior. Our realm has been peaceful for a very long time, thanks to Poseidon’s influence, and our training in ethics and fighting has obviously lapsed.”
“I was just playing with them,” Jason swept his arm around to indicate the pinned boys. “I made sure I didn’t hurt any of them.”
“And you have our thanks for that,” Baltic glared at the boys. “Although, I have to wonder if we should start putting our trainees up against our more experienced warriors before letting them out on patrol. I’ve seen toddlers handle a trident better than this lot.”
“I’ll leave you to deal with your guards,” Lasse bounced off the rock and swam to Jason’s side. “You might also want to ensure all trainees respect the family’s use of Poseidon’s garden. With my brother, father and myself now mated, we’d appreciate the privacy when swimming with our mates.”
“You have my heartfelt congratulations.” Baltic thumped his chest with a closed fist although Jason caught a wistful look in the hard man’s expression. “Sor, Raoul, free those idiots. They’re an embarrassment to who we are.”
The other two men swam past Lasse, one of them giving his ass a longing look, but within seconds the five mers were freed and hustled out of sight by their older mentors. Lasse watched them go and then swirled around, causing the water to churn around them.
“Do you feel better now you’ve had a work out?”
Jason let the corner of his mouth turn up. “Hardly a work out, more like a warm up. Now, tell me. I figure two of those older mers have had the pleasure of your cock. Was the third one better at hiding it, or was he immune to your charms?”
“You have a sharp eye,” Lasse’s grin slipped slightly. “Believe me, it was never my intention to bring you out here to be subject to seeing any of my past fucks. None of the mers were supposed to be around here at all.”
“At least they didn’t get handsy with you, like the octopus.” Jason stepped closer. “But if you don’t show me how you hide that magnificent dick of yours or give me any hints on how I can fuck you while you still have a tail, I may be inclined to swim after them and take one of them apart just to find out.”
Lasse’s eyes sparkled. “Does it bother you, I show no visible signs of how much your sensual fighting skills affected me?”
“Yes,” Jason growled, grabbing Lasse’s hand and planting it over the solid lump in his pants. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“Ooh, show and tell. My favorite pastime.” Lasse’s hand was a solid caress and Jason’s balls ached. When Lasse took Jason’s hand, Jason let it happen, eager to see what Lasse would do. But it seemed Lasse was in a teasing mood.
“My upper half, as you can feel, is exactly the same as when I have legs.” Lasse used Jason’s hand like his personal washcloth, lightly rubbing over his torso. “My nipples still enjoy a bit of a squeeze. Why thank you, poopsie,” Lasse added as Jason obliged. Jason was hungry for the main event, but he had to admit, he liked where this was going.
“Abs need to be strong when you’re wielding a tail.” Lasse moved Jason’s hand lower, flexing his abs. “You never get a good thrust if you don’t work your core.”
“Go on.” Jason wasn’t sure what was sexier – having his hand manipulated over Lasse’s striking body or watching the teasing laughter in his mate’s eyes.
“The Mer breed were created to be warriors.” Lasse tugged Jason’s hand lower and now Jason could feel the slightest ridge between skin and scale. In fact, it wasn’t really a ridge, but more his fingers letting him know that he was touching something more durable than skin. “Even our Mer women are trained to fight from an early age, so it made sense our form was streamlined to work best in water.”
“I’ll remember that should I ever come across anymore mers,” Jason said quietly, his eyes now trained on the hand Lasse manipulated.
“Place your hand where you think my cock will be,” Lasse’s voice was husky.
I don’t know exactly. Well, I do, because the hips are there, but shit, what if merman physiology is different? How do I know Lasse’s not teasing me and his dick’s actually dangling down by his knee somewhere? Jason wanted to curse, but he closed his eyes, remembering their claiming night. Eyes still closed, he raised his hand and rested it in the divot of Lasse’s throat.
“Definitely cold, you’ll need to go lower,” Lasse said.
Holding up his other hand to indicate patience, and still keeping his eyes closed, Jason traced over the muscles he remembered. Pecs, abs, lower abs, hips and bingo. Lasse’s rock solid cock fell into his hand. “How?” Opening his eyes, Jason looked down. Lasse was still in his mer form, but the scales around his groin had disappeared, his remaining scales creating a fetching V against Lasse’s skin.
“It’s all to do with intent,” Lasse explained as he thrust into Jason’s hand. “You should see what it does to my ass.”
Unwilling to let go of Lasse’s cock now he’d found it, Jason gently turned his mate who was still hovering about an inch above the sandy sea bed. “Oh, praise to Ra, will you look at that. Fish chaps.” Because, sure enough, the scales immediately over Lasse’s ass had disappeared, leaving an expanse of tanned skin framed with silver scales. “You are truly stunning.” Jason leaned closer, one hand lightly rubbing Lasse’s cock while the other stroked the bare skin of his butt cheeks.
Lasse grunted, and Jason felt his pants zipper coming apart under Lasse’s hand. Yeah, his cock wasn’t worried about a spot of water, or an ocean of it.
“You know one of the advantages of wearing pants?” Jason whispered in Lasse’s ear as he fumbled for his pocket. “I always have somewhere to put the lube.”
“Please,” Lasse groaned, his tail drifting back and forth just enough to keep him steady. “I’ve never had someone take me in this form.”
Rather than lose the lube to the swirling waters, Jason flicked the cap and pressed the end deep in Lasse’s crack, before rubbing some over his length.
“I don’t want this stuff washing off,” he grunted as he wedged the end of his cock against Lasse’s resisting hole. “We’ll just have to take things slow.”
“I can take it. This ain’t my first underwater experience.”
Jason felt claws spring from the ends of his fingers. “Did you forget, poopsie, you’re mated to a shifter?” He fisted a handful of Lasse’s hair and tilted his head back. “You will not speak of other lovers when you’re on my cock.”
“Ooh,” Lasse turned his head and blinked rapidly. “I do love it when you go all alpha on me.”
Despite his ire, Jason couldn’t help but laugh. Leaning forward he captured Lasse’s lips with his own. The forward movement caused his cock to breach his mate’s body and Jason felt Lasse’s groan. Trusting Lasse to support him, Jason let his feet drift as he used his one-handed grip on Lasse’s hip to gently rock into his mate’s body, their tongues dancing between their mouths. The floating sensation, the ease and slide of the water around him was surreal and yet Jason could feel the rightness of it in his soul.
Rutting hard had always been his M.O. but the sea made that impossible. Jason had nothing to brace against, Lasse was the only solid thing against his body. He thanked the gods he didn’t have ticklish feet because every now and then the edges of Lasse’s tail brushed against them. The impression of swirling was disconcerting, but Jason kept his eyes closed, his hand working Lasse’s cock and his tongue couldn’t get enough of Lasse’s mouth. His mate’s taste was saltier than he remembered, and Jason entertained thoughts of giving Lasse a blowjob in this form, but not now. Not when his dick was finally moving easily in Lasse’s channel and damn, he never wanted to leave.
Cool water, hot skin, solid muscles, and Lasse’s guttural moans. Jason mentally grinned as he broke their kiss. “Don’t come,” he whispered against Lasse’s beard.
Lasse whined his complaint.
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
Lasse’s response was to reach behind him and grab hold of Jason’s butt. Before Jason even registered what had happened, Lasse was flat out, swimming hard, Jason plastered to his back. How the hell am I meant to thrust now? But it was clear Mermen had perfected the art of sex and swimming. It was Lasse who was doing the thrusting; or rather his body was undulating, up and down in harmony with his tail, his ass milking Jason’s cock hard. It was how Jason imagined flying would be but so much sexier.
“Gods, mate,” Jason grunted, abandoning Lasse’s cock in favor of his hands finding purchase on Lasse’s broad shoulders. Up and down. Up and down. With the taste of salt on his tongue and Lasse’s hair flying in unruly curls around his face, Jason closed his eyes and gave up any semblance of control. It was wild, it was wickedly sensual and as Jason’s pants slipped down his thighs, his balls let him know his ride was over. Biting the back of Lasse’s neck, Jason grimaced and shook as his orgasm swamped him. He felt Lasse slowing but for that moment he couldn’t move. He was like a limp noodle, clinging to his mate’s back.
“Are you still with us?” Lasse asked after his shoulder. The fact the man could still talk was testament to his stamina. Jason realized Lasse was leaning against a rock formation. Reaching down, he carefully pulled his softening cock from his body, a thrill running through him as tendrils of his sperm wafted through the water.
“Turn around and get comfy, mate.”
Using his hands and leg movements for balance, Jason floated as he waited for Lasse to perch his ass on a flat rock. All at once, Jason was reminded again who his mate was, and while giving a blow job was never something he was fond of doing, for his mate he’d make an exception. Diving down, Jason buried his face in Lasse’s crotch. The smell of salt, the bitterness of the sea and something wild assailed his nose. Without second guessing himself, Jason opened his mouth and took Lasse’s length down his throat.
Against the coolness of the water, Lasse’s cock was warm and throbbing. As Jason pulled up, sucking hard, dribbles of salty extract coated his tongue. Jason bobbed his head back down, just so he could do it all over again. Lasse’s groan rumbled like thunder around them and Jason felt a gentle hand in his hair, not pushing but guiding or maybe Lasse wanted the connection as much as he did.
Gripping around the curve of Lasse’s hips, Jason let his feet float free as he bobbed and sucked, bobbed and sucked, changing his rhythm and listening for Lasse’s responses until he found the speed that made Lasse roar. The edges of his mouth ached; Lasse wasn’t built small anywhere, but Jason persisted. Lasse had given him the ride of his life, and Jason wanted his mate to fly. Sliding his hands around Lasse’s hips, Jason teased his mate’s crack with the ends of his fingers. As he felt Lasse’s cock swell and the chest above his head reached panting stage, he slid just one finger in Lasse’s loosened hole and teased his mate’s hot spot.
“Jason!” Lasse bucked up and Jason almost went flying, but he hung on, swallowing eagerly. I’m going to need a drink after this one, he thought as he slowed his movements and felt Lasse settle back against the rock. Once he’d sucked Lasse dry, Jason pulled off slowly and licked his lips.
“Come here,” Lasse said, his eyes half closed, his chest still heaving. Pulling away and doing up his pants, Jason floated his way up Lasse’s body and pressed a kiss against Lasse’s chest. For the longest time the two men cuddled in silence as underwater life around them carried on.