Olympic Cove 2-Breaker Zone (32 page)

He ran the comb down Aidan’s skin again,
adding more pressure. Aidan arched away from the stroke this time, and Nick saw
fine pink lines on his skin. Tiny scratches on their own, but in salt water
they had to burn. He shivered, imagining Liam doing the same thing to him and
the fiery sting that would follow each stroke of the comb.

Liam methodically combed the entirety of
Aidan’s back, reaching around to score his sides. Aidan writhed in his bonds,
but apart from muffled grunts he didn’t make a sound. “So strong, boy,” Liam
said approvingly, swimming back and putting the comb away. “You please me very
much.”

“Thank you,
Maighstir
,” Aidan said, strained.

“Nick?”

Nick snapped to attention, acutely aware
that his cock was half-hard and bulging through his suit.
“
Maighstir
?”

“Go around to Aidan’s front and start
sucking him. I want you to keep him hard through this next part.”

“Yes,
Maighstir
.”
Kicking gently,
Nick maneuvered around to the other side of the ring. Aidan’s muscles stood out
in relief from the combing, and his bright red cock had already pushed out of
his pouch, a thin thread of pre-cum drifting from the tip. Free from gravity,
Nick was able to stretch out almost parallel to the floor as he grabbed Aidan’s
hips, pulling himself to that lovely waiting cock. He sucked the tip into his
mouth, playing with the still-loose foreskin and running his tongue underneath
it along the silky head.

Now Aidan moaned, lidded eyes staring
down at him. “Love you, baby,” he muttered.

Nick let the plummy head slide out of
his mouth and smiled. “Love you, too, gorgeous. Now get ready for me to suck
your brains out of your cock.”

“Gods, yes.”

He got down to business, running the
flat of his tongue over the warm, rigid shaft and tracing the ribbons of veins
embedded there. He returned to the head, sucking hard before easing the tip of
his tongue into the tiny slit at the top. Already he could taste something
different from seawater, a faint, savory flavor that was the mer’s pleasure. He
swallowed and sucked again, taking more of the shaft into his throat while he
ringed his hand around the base and stroked upward.

Aidan’s moans were music to his ears.
And then the green-eyed mer
jerked,
the moan Dopplering
up into a strangled shout. Nick stepped up his efforts, letting his body float
out and stretching his neck. Taking a deep breath of seawater, he pulled
himself onto Aidan’s cock, swallowing it down to the root. His throat muscles
convulsed around the thick shaft, and Aidan made a sound somewhere between pain
and pleasure.

At
least deep throating is a hell of a lot easier underwater.
Nick backed off,
letting out the deoxygenated water and taking in another lungful, then impaled
his mouth on the mer’s shaft again. His tongue slid out, rubbing against the
base. To his surprise, he felt something hard and smooth there. Milking Aidan’s
cock on the upstroke, he pulled off for a moment and peered into the pouch.

Embedded in the skin at the base of
Aidan’s cock was a tiny gold ring.
He’s
pierced? Oh, fuck, that’s hot.

Aidan twitched again, hissing loudly.
Nick wrapped a hand around the shaft and started sucking the head, moving his
hand so that it met his lips on every downstroke. The muscles in Aidan’s upper
tail
clenched,
and he struggled in his bonds.

“
Maighstir
,
I’m close!” he panted.

“Good boy. Nick, come back here.”

Nick gave Aidan’s cock a last lick
before kicking around the circle. Liam floated behind the bound merman, holding
something white and amorphous in one gloved hand. Translucent strands descended
from the part Liam held. “Is that a jellyfish?”

Liam gave him an approving look. “Yes.
The nematocysts are quite useful for imparting a burning sting, aren’t they,
boy?”

“Yes,
Maighstir
,” Aidan said, sagging now in his bonds. Between the
scratches from the comb and the jellyfish strands, his back had to be on fire
by now.

Liam swam over to a lidded box attached
to the wall, placing the jellyfish in it and shutting the lid. Stripping off
the glove, he pushed it onto a blunt hook attached to the box’s side and
returned to the circle. “I think you’ve had enough for today, boy. You’ve done
very well.”

The warmth and love in his voice was
palpable. “Thank you,
Maighstir
,”
Aidan said, sounding breathless. “Please, may I come?”

“Hm.”
Liam eyed Nick.
“I think I’m going to have Nick fuck you while you’re in the ring, and I’m
going to fuck Nick at the same time. You have to come before we do. If you
don’t, then you won’t come for a week.”

Aidan’s head dropped forward, and Nick
understood why. He’d have to press against the submissive mer’s wounded back
with each stroke. Even if he tried not to touch it, Liam would be pushing him
into Aidan. It was utterly evil.
“Yes,
Maighstir
.”

“Good. Nick, come here.”

 
Liam pulled him against his chest, reaching
around to stroke his aching cock a few times. “You liked helping me discipline
him,” the mer murmured into his ear. “Didn’t you?”

“Yes,
Maighstir
,” he said, moaning softly at the feel of Liam’s squeezing
palm around his cock.

“Good. I can’t wait until
it’s
Aidan’s turn to help me with you.”

The Dom guided him into position,
against the faint indentation that would have been the location of Aidan’s
crease in human form. Liam pressed the head of his cock against a small pucker
in Aidan’s scales. “Push in gently.”

Nick hesitated. “What about lube?”

“Mers don’t need it. You’ll see.” Liam
bit his earlobe. “But don’t worry, boy. I have something slick for your sweet,
tight ass.”

Groaning at the thought, Nick pushed
forward. To his surprise Aidan’s inner sphincters opened easily, and he slid
into
an incredibly
slick, satiny warmth that squeezed
every inch of his cock. He pressed his forehead against Aidan’s shoulder,
trying to avoid his back. “Oh, fuck, gorgeous. You feel amazing,” he muttered.

“So do you,” Aidan whispered back,
choked. “Please, baby, fuck me hard. Make me come.”

Nick drew back,
then
pushed into that slick squeeze again. He quickly realized he had a dilemma. He
could hold the mer by the hips, keeping space between himself and Aidan’s
wounded skin, and fuck him, but it meant Aidan’s cock received no attention. Or
he could press closer and wrap a hand around the mer’s cock, jacking him off
while fucking him but keeping pressure on his stinging back.

Aidan glanced back over his shoulder.
“It’s all right, baby,” he said. “Please stroke my cock. I need it.”

“Okay.” Nick pressed his chest flush
against Aidan’s back, feeling the heat from the mer’s skin radiate through him.
Before he could move, slick fingers began working between his own cheeks,
circling his hole.
“Oh, God.”

“No, just
your
Dom. But I like the respect.” Liam opened him up with skill and deliberation
while he stroked Aidan’s cock. The prep wasn’t as slow as he would have liked,
but the additional burn added something to his excitement, stoking it higher.
When he felt the big mer move into position, he bit his lip and forced his
muscles to relax.

The burn flared, and he groaned as Liam
pushed into him, the mer’s big shaft gently but inexorably forcing his muscles
wide. The pain built as the mer inched forward, sliding further into him on
every exhale. He whimpered against Aidan’s skin, doing his best to work through
the hot, aching sensation.

Finally Liam was seated inside him.
“Breathe, Nick,’” he ordered. “Deep breaths, and relax.”

Nick tried to obey, but the mer was the
biggest man he’d ever taken. Slowly, the pain began to recede, mixing with the
pleasure of Aidan’s muscles flexing and fluttering around his own cock.
“Christ,
Maighstir
, you’re big.”

“Told you.
I swam funny
for a few days after our first time,” Aidan huffed.

“Mmrgh.”
Nick took
another deep breath, feeling his inner muscles relax more. Liam felt it as
well, and pulled out the tiniest bit before sliding home again. The action
pushed Nick against Aidan’s back, and the green-eyed mer whimpered slightly at
the contact.

But it also pushed Nick deeper into the
hot heaven of Aidan’s ass. Clinging to the mer’s hips, he let himself go as
Liam fucked him, each stroke rocking him into Aidan. He mirrored the movement
on Aidan’s shaft, rubbing it in time with each movement.

Liam quickly built up a rhythm for the
three of them, sliding more easily in and out of Nick now. On one pass he
changed his angle slightly and brushed over Nick’s prostate.

Bright lights burst through Nick’s vision.
“Oh, God, right there, please!”

Maintaining the angle, Liam drove his
shaft over Nick’s gland again and again. Moaning now as his orgasm built, Nick
tried to do the same for Aidan and was rewarded when his mate let out a long,
keening wail.

The three of them flexed together for
what seemed like an eternity, pleasure and need ratcheting back and forth
between the pumping bodies. Nick pushed back on Liam, all pain gone as the
thick shaft opened him up and stimulated his favorite nerve endings. Finally,
he felt the rising note in his balls and knew he was on the edge of coming.

“I’m close,
Maighstir
,” he gasped.

“So am I.” Liam’s hands roamed across
his chest, pausing to pinch both nipples. The pleasure darted straight to his
balls. “If you’re going to come with us, boy, you’d better do it soon.”

Aidan grunted at that, impaling himself
on Nick and grinding his hips in a circle. Nick took the hint and tightened his
grip on the mer’s hips, pounding into him as hard as he could with Liam’s cock
lodged up his own ass. After three more strokes, Aidan threw his head back and
shouted as his ass muscles spasmed around Nick, milking him ferociously.

The sensation was too much, and he came,
shooting deep into his mate’s ass. Liam wasn’t far behind, thrusting hard once
before groaning. Nick felt something thick and sticky fill him as the big mer
relaxed.

“Love you, my mate,” Liam rumbled into
his ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting it again.

“So do I, baby,” Aidan said over his
shoulder, voice thick with exhausted satisfaction. “Love you so much.”

Nick’s heart swelled with emotion. “I
love you both,” he said, knowing it was true.

****

After getting cleaned up, the three of
them climbed into the netting and settled down to sleep, Aidan and Nick bracketing
Liam. “I don’t want anything touching his back while he sleeps, otherwise you’d
be between us,” Liam explained as he got the three of them positioned in the
velvety stuff, tucking it around them to keep them anchored.

It was the best night’s sleep Nick had
ever had. He woke before either of the mers, stretching and amazed at the sheer
happiness running through him. During the night Aidan had curled around Liam,
and he watched the two of them breathing softly in tandem, tiny bubbles
drifting occasionally from their mouths or noses. They looked content.

He envied them.
Eine was right. Making them leave their world and live in mine isn’t
fair to them. But I don’t know if I could live here permanently.
From what
he’d seen of it the Bright Water grotto was a beautiful place, but he was
already missing Norma.

As if hearing his thoughts, Liam opened
sleepy eyes. “Good morning, my heart,” he said softly, pulling Nick closer.
“Sleep well?”

“Yeah.”

The corner of the mer’s mouth turned
down. “You look sad. What’s wrong? Did I ask too much of you last night?”

“No, that was fine. I just—I’m trying to
figure out if I could stay here.”

Liam sat up a bit at that. “You mean
permanently?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, your mom had a
point.” Nick whirled his finger in a loose circle. “This is your world, where
you and Aidan belong. Making you move on land just because I have a psychotic
ex isn’t fair to either of you.”

Carefully, Liam shifted onto his side
without waking Aidan, making the netting rock a bit. “I appreciate your concern,
but you’re forgetting one thing,” he said. “My mother is a gifted manipulator,
and she’s had years to hone her craft. Before you start giving weight to her
words, try asking me what I want.”

Nick winced. “Shit. You’re right, I’m
sorry. What do you want to do, Liam?”

The mer reached out and stroked his
hair. “I want to be with my mates,” he said. “I want to follow the path I
choose, not the one someone else has set up for me. And I want to help the sea
lords with their battle against Thetis. My mother may not take the threat
seriously, but I do. All of this can best be done from your friend Ian’s cove.
Lord Bythos has already given us permission to build a residence there, if
you’re worried about us getting homesick.”