“Quit worrying,” Sean told Emery. “Everything will be fine. Do you honestly think my dad will let something go wrong?”
Joseph laughed. “Sean, your dad is a machine. I don’t know how he does it.”
“I don’t care how he does it. It’s been nice not having him bugging us at the office when he’s supposed to be retired.”
* * * *
Sean knew it would take a mega distraction to get Emery’s mind off the preparations.
He knew just how to do it, too, but would have to wait until they were alone.
Back at the marina, the other two men helped Sean unload the boat. Joseph had driven his own car to the marina, and in the parking lot he gave Sean and Emery hugs.
“Tonight, both of you, and Sean’s parents, at our house for dinner. Don’t forget.”
“We won’t forget, Dad,” Emery said. “Seven o’clock. Mom’s only reminded me about twenty times.”
Sean lightly smacked Emery on his shoulder. “Be nice, dude. We’ll be there, Dad.”
Joseph gave them a nod and climbed into his car. Sean and Emery got into Sean’s truck to head back to their house nearby in Englewood. Sean glanced over at Emery, who’d slumped in the passenger seat.
“Dude, lighten up. The asshole tried to kill me. If I can take it easy, so should you.”
“It’s not that simple for me.” He thumbed through his phone, checking for e-mails and texts from work. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to completely relax until that fucker’s no longer breathing. Preferably with my hands wrapped around his damn neck.”
“Wyatt mentioned something about some contacts.”
Emery nodded. “Dad’s…talking with some people.” He glanced up at Sean before focusing on his phone again.
“Cut the bullshit, babe. You don’t need to hide stuff from me.”
“He has connections with people not many other shifters associate with, okay?”
“Criminals?”
“Not…really.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Em. Spit it out.”
“Sharks.”
They’d pulled up to a four-way stop sign. Sean looked at him, hoping his jaw hadn’t gaped. “Shark shifters?”
Emery nodded.
“There is such a thing?”
“Yeah.”
“But…” Sean tried to wrap his mind around that. “Okay, I don’t claim to understand all the shifter stuff. But I get it. Mammals, and even Wyatt, because alligators breathe air. But…a shark?”
Behind them, someone honked. Sean glanced in the rearview mirror and made his way through the intersection.
“Like I said, not many shifters associate with them.”
“What, is it some sort of social stigma?”
“In the ocean, except for humans, they are the ultimate apex predator. Doesn’t tend to engender warm and fuzzy feelings for them. Especially from prey. Even the orcas won’t go near them, usually.”
Sean was glad they’d turned onto their street, because he stopped again. “Orcas? Like, what, killer whales? Shamu and all that?”
Emery smiled, but it was humorless. “More like Tilikum, usually, but yeah.”
“Tilikum…” Sean stopped, slotting the reference into its rightful spot. “That’s the whale that killed a trainer, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Exactly.” Emery pointed toward their house. “Are we parking here, or what?”
Sean took his foot off the brake and headed for their driveway. “So Tilikum is really a shifter? No wonder he’s got such a bad rep. I’d be pissed off, too, if I was trapped in a tank.”
“No, as far as I know he’s a bio-whale. But the personality is the same. To be fair, most predator races of shifters don’t prey on humans as a general rule. But there are some shifters, of pretty much every predator race, who don’t feel any compunction about killing humans or other shifters they feel are beneath them in the natural order. When they’re shifted, they allow their instincts to rule them instead of their human conscience.”
Sean turned into their drive and parked. “I’m sure Marlin Perkins would have had a field day with that,” he snarked. “Sounds like they don’t have a human conscience if they’d kill innocent people.”
“True.” Emery’s expression darkened. “Erik, for example.”
“Dude, his problem is he’s a sociopath. I’ve got news for you, that has nothing to do with his shifter nature.”
Emery helped Sean unload the truck. “Let’s not spend the afternoon discussing Erik.” He followed Sean inside. “In fact, I’d rather not spend the afternoon talking at all.”
He put his stuff down in the hallway and took Sean’s from him, adding it to the pile. After kicking the front door closed, he grabbed Sean and pulled him into his arms. “I have other things I’d rather be doing with our mouths this afternoon.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Sean felt Emery’s cock harden against him through their shorts, pressing into his hip.
“That’s what I’m talking about, babe,” Sean said, tugging on Emery’s shirt and leading him across the living room toward the screened lanai. By the time they reached the sliders, they were both shirtless.
Sean reached up and flicked at the piercing in Emery’s left nipple. “You have any idea how horny I am right now, Em? Spending the morning out on the water with you and not being able to fuck your ass a single time?”
Emery cupped the back of Sean’s neck and pulled him in for a crushing kiss, stubble gently rasping across Sean’s cheek. “You have no idea how badly I wanted my cock planted inside that sweet ass of yours.” He trailed biting kisses down Sean’s jaw, to his throat, where he nipped him hard. “Just wanted to float around the water and make you come with my dick planted in there, fisting your cock for you, stroking it and making you come, getting you hard again, until you begged me to fuck you and fill your ass.”
Sean had been blindly fumbling for the door latch. His knees nearly gave out from under him. “We can do that in the pool.”
“It’s not the same.” Emery’s voice rumbling in his ear made Sean shiver from the soles of his feet to the ends of his hair with a massively long detour to circle multiple times through his cock and balls, making them ache for relief. “Maybe one of these days I’ll fully shift while I’m fucking you. Really make you come, like the top of your head’s going to explode.”
Sean’s cock already throbbed, desperate for release, amplified by the lust in Emery’s tone. He finally managed to get the door open and if it hadn’t been for Emery hooking his other arm around Sean’s waist, he would have gone tumbling backward through it.
“I like top time, too, you know,” Sean managed.
Emery tipped Sean’s head the other way and bit up and down the side of his neck there. “I know. And believe me, I like having you fill my ass. But you know how being out there gets me all horny.” He slid his hand from around Sean’s waist to the front of his shorts, cupping and squeezing his bulge.
Sean moaned and prayed he didn’t explode in Emery’s hand. That would be a waste of a good load of cum.
He’d never come so hard, or so frequently, in his entire life as he had in the time he’d been with Emery.
Not that he was complaining in the least.
Whether it was just because of how damn silly in love he was with Emery, or whatever dolphin juju had caused their mating, or all of the above, it seemed like Sean couldn’t go more than a day or two without nailing Emery or begging Emery to nail him.
Not to mention their frequent game of sending each other to work with a load of each other’s cum inside their asses.
Fun times.
He fumbled for Emery’s shorts. “Get naked already. Sheesh.”
“Someone’s in a hurry.”
Sean grabbed him and this time, he was the one robbing the oxygen from Emery’s lungs as he fucked Emery’s mouth with his tongue. “Duh.” Sean’s fingers finally found the waistband of Emery’s shorts and wiggled inside. He shove
d them down Emery’s iron thighs. “Right now.”
Emery stepped out of them and returned the favor. Except he sank to his knees and engulfed Sean’s cock with his mouth, sucking, licking, tormenting.
Sean buried his fingers in Emery’s hair. “Holy fuck,” he gasped. “You want to make me come right here?”
“Maaaybe,” Emery mumbled around Sean’s cock.
Sean threw his head back, hips involuntarily thrusting as his grip on Emery’s head tightened. Before long he was fucking Emery’s mouth, hard and fast and deep, just the way he knew his dolphin mate loved it. Emery’s skilled tongue knew just how to tease him, flicking against his glans every time Sean withdrew, sucking hard to not let the cock in his mouth escape.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Sean muttered, trying to slow down and hold back. He didn’t want to blow this soon. He wanted to shoot a load of his own in Emery’s ass.
Emery circled the base of Sean’s cock with the fingers of one hand. With his other, he palmed Sean’s balls, one finger creeping up the seam of his ass to find his rim.
“Don’t make me blow yet, man,” he begged. “Make it last.”
Emery chuckled again. Sean forced his eyes open and looked down. Emery was staring up at him, the corners of his grey eyes crinkled in amusement.
Sean smiled. “You’re liking me taking toppy time, aren’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.” He knew damn well Emery could have said it silently through their mate-bond.
Emery also knew the humming vibration would roll through Sean’s cock and balls like an incoming summer squall line off the Gulf.
“Fuck, don’t do that,” he groaned, desperate to hold back. “You’re just trying to make me come too fast.”
He fisted Emery’s hair and slowed his strokes despite Emery’s attempts to finish him off. “Oh, yeah,” he said, grinning. “I feel your cock bouncing against my leg. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Just like that, a palpable aura of stress dissipated from Emery’s body as he nuzzled his nose against Sean’s abs at the bottom of a stroke. A sweetly glazed look overcame his face. This time, his mumble was more a whisper. “Mmm hmm.”
“Let go of my balls,” Sean ordered. “Hands on my thighs.” When Emery immediately wrapped his fingers around Sean’s legs, Sean knew exactly what his lover needed at this moment. “This is your downtime, babe,” he softly said. “Just let go and let me be in charge for a little while.”
Emery’s soft moan in reply reverberated throughout Sean’s soul. He wished this was a burden he could lift from his lover’s shoulders, the stress and responsibility of taking over as the pod Alpha, the worry of ensuring everyone’s safety at the superpod.
But he couldn’t.
In bed, however, he could make Emery forget, at least for a few minutes, all those other worries.
Well, in bed, and on the lanai, in the pool, on the kitchen counters, on the sofa, in the shower, and anywhere else they’d made love.
Which was pretty much all over the entire house, at that point. About the only places left unfucked were the roof, closets, and front yard.
Sean took his time, withdrawing until just the head of his cock lay between Emery’s lips. “Lick it, babe.”
The tip of his tongue flicked all over the head, traced the ridge, swiped up and down his slit. As Sean slowed down the momentum, he felt his control returning, able to hold back his release. He could do this for hours with Em, the slow, sensual exploration, cradling Emery in that blissful respite his lover desperately needed every so often.
“That’s it, baby.” He loosened his grip on Emery’s head and began lightly raking his fingers through Emery’s dark blond hair. “Just like that. You know what I want and what I like.”
Emery worshipped his cock, no longer sucking hard, now trying to draw it out and make it last for Sean. Sean reached down and pulled his cock from Emery’s mouth and held it up against his abs. “Lick my balls, babe.”
Sean spread his legs a little as Emery buried his nose between his thighs, still never letting go of Sean’s thighs as ordered. He licked and sucked, nibbling with his lips, burrowing in as far as he could reach.
Sean still stroked Em’s hair with his other hand. “That’s it. Just like that.”
His praise seemed to urge Emery on that much more. He lightly sucked one, then the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, back and forth. Sean knew they could both stand there for hours doing that. But after a few minutes he tapped the top of Emery’s head.
“Sit up.”
Emery did, looking up, hands still wrapped around Sean’s thighs.
Sean looked down. A thin string of pre-cum dripped from Emery’s rigid cock, a small pool of it forming on the concrete beneath him.
He grinned. “You are a horny dolphin, aren’t you?”
Emery nodded.
“Get in the pool.”
In a flash, Emery stood and launched himself into the deep end. Sean grabbed a bottle of silicone lube they kept from a cabinet by the sliders that also held towels. Flipping open the top, he slowly walked over to the pool and poured lube into his palm. Emery’s grey eyes never left Sean’s hand as he watched while Sean slowly slicked lube up and down his engorged cock.
“That’s going in your ass, babe,” Sean promised. “Get over to the steps.”
Emery dove under and in one smooth movement broke the surface by the steps. He even automatically assumed the position he knew Sean wanted, legs spread, ass in the air, hands on the second step, head down.
It put him at a perfect fuckable height.
Sean walked over to the steps. “Let’s get that sweet ass ready for me.” He stood behind Emery and dribbled lube down the crack of his ass. With one finger, he teased and tormented his lover, slowly breaching Emery’s rim and working the lube in before switching to two fingers.
Emery flexed his hips in time with Sean’s actions, his cock still dribbling pre-cum into the water.
“That feel good, baby?”
Emery nodded, embedded too deeply in his lust to even think about speaking.
Sean reached between Emery’s legs with his left hand and palmed his sac. “You got a full load for me, don’t you?”
Emery nodded.
Sean drew back and smacked Emery’s left ass cheek, hard, making him gasp. “This ass belongs to me today, doesn’t it?”
Emery nodded.
He knew he had Emery worked up so much that if he wasn’t careful, he’d accidentally milk an orgasm out of him by playing too much with his gland. So he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. “Hold your ass open for me.”
Emery reached back and did just that, grabbing his cheeks and spreading them.
Sean held Emery’s hips so the man wouldn’t tumble face-first into the steps and slowly fed his cock into his tight channel. He loved the feeling of his lover’s ass fisting his cock.
Once Sean’s dick was fully buried inside him and his thighs were pressing against Emery’s, he let out a relieved groan that he hadn’t exploded in the process.
Being with Emery always felt that. Fucking. Good.
Sean ground his hips against Emery’s ass without withdrawing, making his lover moan. Emery braced himself against the steps and thrust back against him.
Sean slapped his ass again. “I’m driving. Hold still.”
Emery let out a chuckle but fell still.
Taking his time, Sean slowly withdrew until just the head of his cock remained inside Emery’s ass. He savored the sensation of sinking inside him, inch by agonizingly delicious inch, until their thighs once again touched.
“That what you want, babe?” Sean hoarsely asked. “You want my cock?”
“Yeah!”
This he knew he couldn’t do all day. It felt too damn good and he’d blow quick. He had to change it up.
After a couple more strokes, he pulled out. Emery let out a protesting moan, which Sean silenced with yet another slap to his ass. He grabbe
d Emery and spun them both around in the water.
“On your back,” he ordered him.
Emery complied, flipping over and reaching behind him to grab the edge of the pool. Then he drew his knees up to his chest.
He wore a sexy smile as he floated in the water. “Like this?”
“Damn right.” He fed his cock into Emery’s ass again, enjoying how Emery threw his head back, eyes closed, and let out another moan.
Sean fell still. Emery’s cock twitched, still leaking pre-cum, every vein pulsing beneath the velvety skin. Sean cupped Emery’s balls in his hand and gave a gentle squeeze, making the man’s cock pulse again.
“Someone wants to come, don’t they?”
Emery opened his eyes and met his gaze. Sean loved that the glazed look still remained.
Emery nodded.
With his other hand, Sean gently stroked just the tips of his fingers up Emery’s shaft. Emery’s lips parted, his breath coming in gasps.
“Aww, poor babe. That’s just not quite enough to get you over, is it?”
Emery shook his head.
Evil playfulness took over. Sean flexed his cock inside Emery’s ass as he alternated between massaging his balls and lightly stroking his cock. As much as he wanted to feel Emery’s cock buried inside him right now, he knew his lover needed this temporary loss of control even more.
I’m okay with that.
It was worth it to see the abandon taking over the dolphin’s features, the way his chest rose and fell, the way his cock twitched under his fingers, as if Sean held the controls to his lover’s entire body like puppet strings.
Nothing beats this. Absolutely nothing.
After a few minutes, he had Emery whimpering, begging, pleading for release. Only once Sean knew he had him pushed over that edge of complete mental release did he finally relent. He grabbed Emery’s legs and slung them over his shoulders.
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