Page 92 of Goldilocks
Sam fought to keep his expression level, so much naked skin before his eyes that he didn’t even know where to look. Roan’s entire being was hard to look at straight on, so, plumping the pillow and adjusting it to be comfortable, he rested his head and looked. At Roan’s legs, which had speckled golden scales mixed with golden-tan skin. His thighs were thick, leading to defined hips and a pronounced V-cut of muscle. Roan didn’t have a bodybuilder’s bulk, but he had solid muscles in his core. Anyone who looked at him would know he used those muscles every day. Though, that he used them while swimming around with a tail might not be as apparent to anyone but himself.
Roan reached down to grip his cock, lifting the heavy member to point at Sam. “You may look here too,” he told Sam. He didn’t say it in a teasing way, as if he were making fun of Sam’s inexperience, but rather in a reassuring manner. He’d seen Sam’s skirting gaze for what it was: shyness. Roan approached and stood at the edge of the bed, making it so Sam would have to go to great painsnotto look at him.
Roan’s cock was a great and jutting thing, no foreskin over the swollen head, so all of it was on display. Sam followed the line from tip to trunk, where his cock jutted from smooth skin, not a single hair in sight, only a splattering of scales.
Sam’s face warmed as if pressed close to an open fire. He carefully slid across the mattress until he was right beneath Roan. He twisted, pushing his cheek to make contact with the side of Roan’s cock, and without taking his eyes off of Roan’s face, without breaking eye contact, he turned so it was his mouth against warm skin instead.
He felt, rather than saw, Roan’s hand move. He slid it to his base, getting his fingers out of Sam’s way. His lids shuttered down, and in one blink, the human whites turned to deep, merman blue. The gold of his irises shone, twin half-moons peering down at Sam with intense focus.
Sam parted his lips, taking the side of Roan’s cock in a kind of kiss. He slipped his tongue out to slide against his shape in a teasing, wet lick and sucked on the delicate skin as if he were trying to draw the juices from an ice lolly. Or perhaps leave a hickey.
A warm hand slid into Sam’s hair, cupping the back of his head. There was no pressure of any kind, merely support as Sam continued what he knew was just straight-up teasing. His face flamed. He smelled and tasted brine and salt on Roan’s skin, and he tilted his head, travelling his mouth to Roan’s tip.
Sam hesitated. “I’ve never given anyone a blowjob before,” he admitted.
A pleased hum rumbled from Roan’s throat. “Good,” he said. “You may only pleasure me.”
Sam huffed. “So we’re like…a proper thing?” His tongue darted out to run against Roan’s slit, a line of beading juices ending up in his mouth that Sam savoured before he swallowed. The hand in his hair tightened, and there was another pleased rumble. “Mates?” Sam prompted. “Although does that not happen until we have sex? When you mount me?” Sam interspersed his words with kisses. With rubbing his lips against Roan’s tip. With sucking the end, just a little bit, into his mouth, and withdrawing again.
Roan’s tip was slick with saliva, ready for anything.
“I have claimed you,” Roan said, slipping his hands from Sam’s hair to the back of his neck, where a circular indent of teeth had healed over with the oddest golden sheen where scars were usually silver or pink. “You,” Roan added, “have not yet claimed me.”
Sam went still. There was a flash in the haze of Roan’s eyes – a hint of worry? Or was that frustration?
He opened his mouth but caught himself before blurting out the first thing that came to mind: you wantme,of all people, to claimyou? A sea god made flesh? A creature of power and wonder? Instead, he let everything he’d experienced penetrate through his thick skull and then spoke. “How do I do that? I’m inexperienced, you know.” Sam wanted Roan and everything he represented. He wouldn’t let something as small as low self-confidence get in the way of that.
A jolt shook Roan’s entire body. He grunted, eyes losing their half-moon shape as they widened in clear relief. “You do notknow.” Roan caught Sam by the shoulders and pushed him unceremoniously onto his back. Roan climbed on top, and what could only be described as a purr rumbled from his chest. Blazing eyes of gold met Sam’s. “Do not worry. It is my fault for not instructing.” He bent, pressing a kiss to Sam’s mouth that ended up with a tongue pushing past the seam of his lips.
Sam’s eyelids slid shut, pleasure tingling through him as that rumbling purr settled over him. He felt it keenly through his mouth, all the way to his throat, as Roan devoured his mouth in an all-consuming kiss. Sam reached up, flattening his hands to Roan’s chest to just feel that purr. So clearly pleased. So clearly happy. And all because he’d realised Sam not claiming him had been done out of ignorance, not choice.
Had Roan been waiting since that day in the bath for Sam to return the favour? Had he been set on this relationship since then? But no. He’d told Eric they’d been dating for six months. Had he been devoted to Sam since the beginning? Since he first realised as he swam his slow circuits around the boat that Sam was drawing him?
Roan pulled back, his hum so pleased Sam’s insides curled in warmth. “You may bite me,” Roan said. “And leave your mark on me as I have left mine on you.”
Sam reached up, rubbing the back of Roan’s neck. “Here?”
“For you, here.” Roan moved so that Sam’s hand slid from the back of his neck to the side, where neck met shoulder. “The dominant one marks the back of the neck.”
Sam rubbed that stretch of skin. “Okay, okay.” He didn’t really like the thought of biting Roan hard enough to hurt, but he could see that was what the merman wanted.
“Wait,” Roan said. He withdrew from the bed, tossed Sam’s blankets off, and then climbed atop him again, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of Sam’s hips. “I will take you in my hand first. You should bite as you climax.”
Sam’s breaths altered as Roan gripped his sweatpants and underwear, tugging them down together, an excited tremble in his hands. Gills flared out on Roan’s neck, no longer passing as scars. He pulled the fabric roughly down to Sam’s knees and, with a sound of impatience, abruptly descended, swallowing Sam’s already hard cock into an eager mouth.
Sam jerked, the sudden warmth and wetness and suction sending a rocket of sensations through him. He threw his head back with a groan, arching off the bed as his entire body quaked in need. He clutched a handful of golden hair in a fist. Self-control slipped through his fingers like a handful of fine sand.
“You saidhand,” Sam gritted out through clenched teeth.
Roan fumbled for a grip on Sam’s cock, circling the base between thumb and finger and squeezed as if to say,‘Here is the hand.’His tongue pressed against the bottom of Sam’s cockhead with targeted urgency. There was something both rushed and desperate in Roan’s actions, and the pace crumbled Sam’s mind to incoherent pieces.
He arched into Roan, jaw clenching hard enough to hurt as he tried to keep his mouth shut, to keep his groans internal. Roan grabbed a handful of ass, clenching Sam’s behind and pulling him up, encouraging Sam to thrust into his mouth. Sam’s eyes shut, breaths sounding like hisses as Roan worked him up into a trembling creature ofneed. His hips started moving, jutting up, seeking out Roan’s maddening mouth each time he withdrew even the slightest bit.
Sam squeezed the hand in Roan’s hair. “I’m close,” he warned.
Roan pulled off his cock, eyes glowing as he fixed his gaze on Sam. The look in his eyes now wasn’t just relief, it was wild. Wanting. His own cock was jutting up, quaking, and a shimmer running down Roan’s leg caught Sam’s eye.
He shook with the effort of not fisting himself to completion, his body and mind both burning for release, and instead nodded to Roan’s legs. “Are you about to shift?”