Lyric
Two months and nine days. That’s how long I’d been with Ethan, how long we’d searched for another merperson for the proof he needed, and we’d gotten nothing. We went out weeks at a time and only spent a few days back on land before we left again. Joey called my human sometimes, but Ethan never took the phone calls. I didn’t know why, and I couldn’t ask questions. He’d taught me how to write and the words weren’t much different to what we’d been taught underwater, but instead of writing on walls with squid ink, we wrote with pen and paper. My mind automatically gave me the right spelling to words, and I assumed that came as part of the deal I’d made with the witch to be human.
So when I needed to communicate with Ethan, I did it by writing him letters, and I made sure to write him one every morning when he woke. The smile he gave me had been worth the effort, and as each day went by, the more I found myself… in love? Joey had called it obsessed, though, and I didn’t understand what that meant.
Ethan and I had sex every day, and I learned more things when it came to the act of human intercourse. We used toys to stimulate us, too. He loved it when I dressed in what I knew now as female attire, with dresses, stockings, makeup and heels. The shoes were hard to walk in at first, but I’d quickly learned how to keep myself upright. When we weren’t fishing for merfolk, I wore those sorts of clothes for him.
Today we had a break on the boat, and I was wearing his favorite dress, the navy blue one that barely reached the middle of my thighs and was tight against my hips. It’s what I called a body hugger, and it only had two thin straps on my slim shoulders. The snugness meant my cock was visible while it was hard in my lingerie, and Ethan’s gaze ate the sight up.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured from where he sat on the bench at the side of the boat. He had his legs spread, his jeans unbuttoned, and his rock-hard dick sticking out from it. With his hand wrapped around his flesh, he jerked himself off slowly. “Come here. I want to feed you, Boy.”
I licked at my lips, where I’d smoothed on cherry gloss. My heart hammered against my ribs as I shifted forward. The rocking boat meant walking in heels was a little more difficult, but the shoes weren’t as high as normal, and I liked to think I was mastering them.
I stopped when I reached him, and like the good bitch I was, I slid to my knees and placed my hands on my thighs, waiting for his orders. He jerked himself off faster, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his thick meat as my mouth watered. I wanted him in my between my lips, his cum shooting to the back of my throat.
“Have you been a good boy?” he murmured, running his thumb over the slit of his dick.
I whimpered and nodded, peering up at him pleadingly.
“Do you deserve this?” My human waved his cock in my direction, and I nodded again, moving my hands to squeeze his thighs pleadingly. He laughed and reached up to run his hand through my hair, and my eyes slipped closed. “You’re right, you have been a good boy. Take it. It’s all yours.”
I moaned in gratitude and took the head of his dick in my mouth, suckling gently at first, before sliding it farther in. The first time I’d sucked it, I didn’t know what to do, but he’d encouraged me and taught me what he liked, and now I could imagine myself with his dick in my mouth at all hours of the day.
Wrapping my hand around the base, I gripped the hard flesh tightly and took most of it into my mouth, sucking and licking and listening to the small groans he gave me as praise. He tugged at my hair, fingers twisting into my blond strands.
“Good boy. Such a fucking good boy.”
I stared up at him from beneath my lowered eyelashes and moaned in gratitude. He knew I loved it when he told me how good I was for him.
He smiled and my heart stuttered. “My favorite little bitch,” Ethan murmured, his voice deeper and grittier. “You’re such a good cocksucker. Bet you’d love your gut filled with my cum, huh?”
I hummed as I licked the head. My tongue dug into the slit, and he groaned, long and deep.
“Fuck, yeah. So fucking good.”
Excitement burned inside me, and I kissed my way down his dick to his balls. Lapping at them, I took one into my mouth, sucking the way he always enjoyed, before I did the same to the other. My own cock filled out the panties I wore, throbbing with a need I always felt when it came to Ethan. I wanted him so badly that it hurt.
“You can touch yourself,” he whispered, and I moaned in appreciation as I yanked at the panties’ waistband, freeing myself. I wrapped a hand around my dick, stroking, as I took him back into my mouth. Ethan’s grip on my hair tightened and he fucked up into me, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, and he did it again and again until I had to force myself off so I didn’t choke.
I panted and grinned up at him.
“Want me to feed you, my dirty whore?” he growled out and stood to his feet. Spreading his legs, he waved his cock at me again, and I shuffled closer, opening my mouth. Jerking himself off, I knew when he edged close to orgasm because his grunts got louder. I stroked myself at the same pace as him, but he came first this time. Spunk shot from his slit, painting my face and tongue.
Moaning, I swallowed it down like the good slut I was before my own release hit me harder than I expected. Stars danced in front of my closed eyes as I stiffened, pleasure and need ripping through me fast. My erection twitched and cum shot from me, covering my fist and the boat floor in front of my knees.
“Fuck yeah,” Ethan whispered, petting my face. He wiped at his cum on my chin with his fingers, and then he showed me what he’d gathered before holding it out to me like a present. I opened my mouth, sucking on his digits eagerly and moaning. “Look at you, so fucking beautiful. Better than any woman.”
I groaned in appreciation. The way he talked to me always made my body tingle. Swallowing down what he offered, I poked my tongue out to show him it was gone, and he laughed.
He slipped his hands under my armpits and lifted me to my feet and up higher. I curled my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, using him as leverage while he held me by the ass. He walked toward the steps that led down to the rooms inside the boat, and all I could do was hold on while placing kisses along his jaw and his neck. The taste of sweat lingered on his skin and it was perfect, like the rest of him.
Ethan took me into the bedroom, but we bypassed it as he carried me into the connected bathroom. It was small, with a glass shower in the corner, a toilet, and a basin, but still luxurious in whites and blues. Diamond tiled floors extended halfway up the wall in the shower.
He finally sat me down and slanted his mouth against mine, and I kissed him back eagerly. “You make me wild,” he whispered, dragging his fingers over my neck and pressing down on my windpipe.
I gasped as my lungs squeezed, searching for air. When he tightened his grip, I grabbed his shoulders and closed my eyes, my breaths becoming harsher and ragged.
“Tell me what you’d do for me?” he murmured, leaning in closer so his lips were inches from mine. “Tell me how much you want me.”
