A cry tore from Austin’s throat, muffled by the pillow, but he swore the sound spilled out from his very pores. Tristan faltered, choking for a second and releasing Austin’s balls to suck in sharp breaths. His hand stopped moving.
Austin twisted his head to the side, aware through the murk of arousal that his power was spilling out of him on every groan. “Is it too much?” he managed. “Stop if it hurts you. Please.”
Tristan’s laboured breaths matched Austin’s. His voice was thick and husky. “As I said, there is no pain.”
And without preamble, his tongue traced the line of Austin’s taint, then found his hole, kissing and teasing. Austinarched into the merman, shaking as lips became tongue, breaching him with careful pressure. The gentle penetration felt nothing at all like the awkward private preparation he’d done the nights he thought things would go further with Connor.
This, Austin realised, was something entirely different.
“Tristan,” Austin whispered.
Tristan’s groan accompanied a hot splatter landing on the back of Austin’s thighs. He forced his body to shift enough to see that Tristan’s cock was trembling as it leaked cum. Tristan’s eyes flicked up, his pupils blown wide. Austin wasn’t the only one shaking.
Tristan travelled back up Austin’s spine with a trail of kisses. As he did this, he released Austin’s cock, taking his lubed and wet hand to where his mouth had just been. He kneaded and massaged and very carefully sank his fingers into Austin before beginning to gently thrust.
On every moan that gasped from Austin’s lips, Tristan would freeze, his cock trembling where the tip pushed against Austin’s balls as cum leaked out. Then he would recover, breaths more ragged than before, and continue to thrust his fingers into Austin.
Austin’s hips swayed. His eyes squeezed shut, and he panted, barely able to breathe as a bundle of nerves ignited inside him, expertly targeted and teased by Tristan’s fingers. The feeling grew so large that anything beyond the fire burning inside became incomprehensible.
Three fingers. Four. Tristan’s deep moans. The sweat of their bodies. The smell of sex. The very air trembled as Austin’s breath caught in his chest. The orgasm hit. His body seized, hips rolling desperately as he released onto the sheets, anchored by the fingers curling inside him.
Tristan trembled atop him, hot semen spilling onto Austin’s balls, his weight collapsing directly onto Austin’s backwhen the twitching in his cock ceased. Austin groaned softly under his weight.
Tristan’s forehead pressed against the back of Austin’s neck, ragged pants gradually levelling out. Immobilised, Austin waited patiently. He felt wet and dirty, though unbothered by both, and the musky smell of sex that reached his nose was somehow nice too. Tristan’s fingers were still inside him, absently massaging Austin, pinging every now and then on that delicious bundle of nerves.
“I was right,” Austin murmured, dazed. The pillow swallowed most of his words. “That it would be a good thing with you.”
Tristan’s breath caught. He carefully slid his fingers out of Austin and lifted his weight away. A gentle hand at Austin’s shoulder encouraged him onto his back, which Austin barely managed, completely depleted of energy. He blinked tiredly up at Tristan as he made a careful, thorough examination of Austin’s expression, and then looked at the mess he’d made of his body.
Austin idly reached a hand down, feeling drying cum all over his lower half. His own had splattered onto his stomach and the mattress. Tristan’s was drying all over his genitals, spread around his balls and dripping off Austin’s shaft, too. His hips and thighs were a palette of raindrops.
Tristan’s cock began to rise the longer he looked.
Austin made a soft, aggrieved sound.
“I’m tired now.”
There was a light tremble in Tristan’s hand as he ran it up Austin’s outer thigh. With a hard breath, he tore his gaze away and bent to kiss Austin’s cheek. “I will run the bath.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Even with Tristan’s attentive help, the sun was high in the sky by the time they finally left their room. On the porch, Eli was telling a story in heavily accented English, his head turning to follow Liam as he paced. Reba listened with a furrowed brow, likely not understanding any of it.
Austin’s gaze fell to the breakfast table as they stepped out, where platters had been arranged with his preferred plain nibbles. His stomach gave an unhappy grumble, and he turned to Tristan, touching his elbow. “I’m very hungry.”
Tristan’s eyes brightened. “I’ll fetch more from the kitchen.” He left quickly.
Eli and Reba glanced their way, and Liam turned sharply on his heel. The dark circles beneath Liam’s eyes had worsened overnight, and he seemed terribly pale without the orange glow of a fire giving him colour. At least he was wearing fresh clothes.
Austin studied him. “Did you not sleep well?” Liam’s hair was still caked with sand, which was far more obvious in the daylight. He looked from Liam’s hair to Eli, who immediately raised both hands in supplication.
“I triedto get him into the bath. Apparently he likessmelling of seaweed and brine.”
Liam crossed his arms. There was something distinctly unimpressed in the stare he fixed on Eli. Eli met Liam’s eyes and grinned.
Tristan’s admission about the skills Eli possibly possessed flitted through Austin’s mind, and he studied the young man in a manner he hadn’t considered before. His thick auburn hair framed a golden face, eyes dark but alight with mischief, full red lips shaped with a perfect bow on top. His limbs were lean, covered with a neat layer of muscle, and Austin knew from his braiding how nimble his fingers were.
Eli’s dark eyes slid to Austin, a question lighting in them as he found himself under inspection.
