Accidentally on Porpoise (2 page)

My place? Is he serious?

Then he spotted Nakey Hunk’s cock, which had gone from limp to semi-chub interested at some point.

Sean hoped his mouth wasn’t watering. If he was that big limp, he wondered what he looked like fully erect.

“Dude, you might have a concussion. And you’re going to need stitches.”
And you’re in no condition for me to beg you to fuck my ass, which would break my heart if you said no.

The man closed his eyes again and slowly sat up. Then he removed the towel from his head and gingerly felt his scalp. “It’ll heal quick. It’s already stopped bleeding. See?”

Amazed, Sean saw it indeed had already stopped bleeding.

Nakey Hunk slowly opened his eyes again. They were beautiful, like grey granite with flecks of dark blue, black, and gold. Blond eyelashes fluttered and Sean forced himself not to lean in and kiss him.

“I’ll be okay. I just need to rest for a little bit. Or do you have a boyfriend?”

Sean quickly shook his head before he even had a chance to think about how the guy knew he was gay. “I’m single.”

“So am I.” He glanced down at his cock before offering a half smile to Sean. “And as you can see, I’m interested if you are.”

Sean’s mouth went dry. Was he
interested
in a hot naked hunk?
Hell yeah!

He nodded.

Nakey Hunk’s mouth quirked in another lopsided smile. He extended one hand. “Emery Nadel.”

Sean shook with him. “Sean Morita.”

Sean helped him to his feet and got him settled on the bench seat in front of the console with another towel to wrap around his waist and a sandwich bag full of ice from the cooler for the goose egg on his head. Sean stripped off his own wet T-shirt and stowed it. Then he cranked the engine and slowly turned the boat around to head back to the marina.

The dolphins didn’t seem to want to let him go. They kept trying to swim in front of his boat, chattering at him in a way he’d never seen before. Unfortunately, he still didn’t see the third.

They must be pissed at me for hitting their buddy.

He gingerly eased the throttle up enough to move past them, until he finally was able to put it on plane and navigate back to the no-wake zone. Behind him, the two dolphins persistently followed, catching up and again trying to stop him once he had to slow to idle speed. Emery apparently paid them no attention. He sat there holding the ice to his head and sipping on another bottle of water.

When Sean finally pulled into the marina basin and slid up to the dock, the dolphins gathered at the stern of his boat, still chattering at him. He imagined them scolding him, could almost hear their accusations.

“Listen, it was an accident!” he finally yelled at them. “You guys were coming after me, remember? I’m sorry.” He turned to see Emery smirking at him. “Well, it’s like they’re blaming me. They’re the ones who ran into my way. I feel bad about it, but I wasn’t trying to hit them. I’ve never seen dolphins do that before.”

He stood and waved his free hand at the dolphins, as if shooing them away. “Dolphins are funny creatures,” he said. “Pod dynamics that can make a Jewish mother look downright aloof.”

“Holy crap, do I know Jewish moms. I have one.”

Weirdly enough, the two dolphins looked at each other before quickly swimming away.

“Huh,” Sean said. “That was freaking weird.” Then his eyes drifted back to Emery. Especially to the light dusting of blond hair that ran in a happy trail from his navel, down under the towel wrapped around his slim hips.

And the unmistakable bulge lying against his thigh under the towel.

Sean cleared his throat. “Give me a minute to get a dock cart and grab my stuff out of the boat and we’ll go.”

Emery nodded and stepped out of the boat and up onto the dock where he sat on a bench to wait. Sean hurried down the dock, located an available cart, and quickly unloaded his stuff. Then he left word with the dockmaster that they could put his boat back in dry storage. Emery followed Sean down the dock to the parking lot where he’d parked his truck. After quickly putting stuff in the back, he returned the dock cart and jumped in.

Emery sat back, eyes closed, the ice pack pressed to his head.

“Might want to roll down your window,” Sean said, now a little embarrassed by his ride as he rolled his down. “The air doesn’t work.”

Emery reached for and found the handle crank, rolling the window all the way down.

“You sure you don’t want me to take you home?” Sean nervously asked, hoping the guy would say no.

“No. You live close, right?”

“Yeah. Over near Dearborn Street.”

“That’s fine. I live up in south Venice. I need to call my friends. My wallet and cell and keys are in their car. And I’m not in a hurry to go home.” He turned his head and opened one grey eye at him.

“Okay,” he squeaked, his cock throbbing almost painfully as he started the truck.

* * * *

If Emery’s head hadn’t hurt so damn much, he’d be laughing. Nice thing about being a dolphin, his senses were far more acute than a human’s. Hearing, vision, smell. And when he said he wasn’t in a hurry to go home, Sean’s pulse had begun racing again. He could also smell the sweet tang of pre-cum leaking from the man’s cock.

Sean was as attracted to him as Emery was to Sean. Now if his headache would just go away, he could spend the rest of the day fucking this gorgeous guy’s brains out of his head. It was, after all, how he’d planned on spending his day.

Just not with this guy.

This guy, however, was far better than Erik or Denby. He’d been with humans before, sure. But there was something different about this one. Something that pulled at him and stirred his soul and cock like no other before, shifter or human. He didn’t know what that something was, but he wanted to find out.

Ten minutes later, they pulled into a small apartment complex two blocks north of Dearborn Street. Six small units sat side by side in a U-shaped one-story building that looked like it’d been built in the sixties. Emery got out of the truck and followed Sean inside. Fortunately, the air in his apartment was working just fine. He breathed in a sigh of relief as the cool air soaked into his skin.

“There’s more ice in the freezer if you want to redo your ice pack,” Sean said. “Let me grab my stuff out of the truck. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, thanks.” Emery walked into the kitchen, dumped the melting ice out of the bag into the sink, and refilled it from the freezer. The apartment was tidy, clean, and while not amply furnished, it looked like the guy had spent some money at IKEA. He rummaged through a couple of cabinets and found a bottle of ibuprofen. He shook two, then a third, into his palm and dry swallowed them. Already he felt the itchy line of the scalp laceration where the flesh had started knitting itself back together again. By tonight, it would be a pale, white line. By tomorrow morning, he’d have a hard time finding it.

Sean returned with a load of things from the bed of the truck, grabbed a furtive look at his towel-clad ass, and ducked outside again.

Emery would have laughed except for his still-throbbing head. Which had started feeling better by the minute.

He walked out of the kitchen and down the short hallway. Bathroom and two bedrooms. In one bedroom, a nice queen-size bed and dresser set.

Guy really likes IKEA.

In the other room, storage and home office setup. He could smell only Sean’s scent in the apartment.

He smiled again.
No roommate to annoy. Good.

He dropped his towel in the bathroom and walked naked out to the living room. That’s where he was standing when Sean returned again. He’d backed in the front door while juggling two fishing rods. When he turned and spotted Emery standing there in the buff, his jaw gaped.

“How about we start by grabbing a shower?” Emery asked as he walked over.
Yep, the headache is already getting better.
He was lucky. If he was a normal human, the blow would have probably killed him. But it’d happened while he was shifted. He hadn’t meant to shift back, but the impact had taken him by surprise. The shift helped speed his healing anyway.

Sean dumbly nodded.

Emery smiled and took the fishing rods from him and set them on the floor. Then he reached over and snapped the dead bolt. He didn’t miss how Sean’s damp shorts were now tented in front of him.

No problem.
He didn’t mind taking charge. Sean was only a couple inches shorter than his own six-five. He slanted his mouth over Sean’s and parted his lips, teasing and tasting with his tongue.

Sean let out a soft moan and fell against him, his lips parting and giving him full access.

* * * *

What the fuck am I doing? I never just fall into bed with a guy!

Sean didn’t know what had come over him, but this guy was sin on legs, with the most beautiful cock he’d ever seen on a man. At least eleven inches, and thick.

He could be a lying asshole! He could be a psychopath! He could be—

Emery ground his hips, and his rock-hard cock, against him.

He could be about to fuck my brains out.
Then he banished that worrywart inner voice from his mind and wrapped his arms around Emery.

He tried to follow Emery’s mouth when he lifted his face from Sean’s. “Shower,” Emery hoarsely croaked.

“Uh-huh!”

Emery backed them toward the hall, leading Sean with his lips. His hands slipped inside the elastic waistband of Sean’s shorts and pushed them down and off him. Sean barely paused to kick them off, moaning even louder as his freed cock brushed against the fine dusting of blond hair on Emery’s stony thigh.

Jesus, he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him!

Emery’s hand closed around Sean’s cock and he lifted his mouth again. “Lights?”

They’d somehow made it into the bathroom. Sean reached over and fumbled for the light switch. When he turned, Emery had sunk to his knees and engulfed Sean’s cock with his mouth.

Holy fuck!

Sean started to grab Emery’s head, remembered his injury, then grabbed the counter to hold on. It took approximately five seconds for Emery’s talented tongue to coax the first explosive orgasm out of him. His knees nearly went out from under him.

Sean let out a moan, gasping. “Sorry. It’s been a while,” he apologized as his face reddened.

Emery sat back on his heels, licking his lips as a smile curled his mouth. “Don’t worry. We’re going to be here for a while.”

* * * *

Dear, sweet Goddess!
Emery fought the urge to roughly dig his fingers into Sean’s ass as his cum poured over his tongue. Even that was perfect about him, tangy yet just enough salty sweetness to make him want to spend the whole day making him orgasm just so he could taste him and fill his belly with it.

Mate.

He didn’t want to think that word. He didn’t believe in the old bullshit myths about love at first sight anyway. Lust at first sight, absolutely. Okay, so no, he’d never felt such a strong, magnetic, visceral reaction to any other person, human or dolphin, before. That didn’t mean anything.

Did it?

He stood and led Sean into the shower. With the water sluicing over their bodies, Emery enfolded him in his embrace again, tasting as the salt spray washed off his flesh, leaving Sean’s naturally sweet flavor behind. He licked and sucked and bit, played with Sean’s nipples, and then slid to the floor.

“Soap,” he said, holding a hand up.

Sean handed it to him. Then Emery grabbed his hips and turned him to face the wall. He soaped the crack of his ass and rinsed it. Then he used his hands to spread Sean’s ass cheeks and he buried his tongue deep between them, finding his rosebud and spearing it.

Sean loudly moaned. Emery chuckled as even in the shower he could smell the pre-cum freely flowing from the other man’s cock. He’d already gotten hard again.

After a few minutes, Emery traded his tongue for a finger, pleased to find it easily slipped past his tight ring. He didn’t want to do more without lube, but Sean was already grinding his ass back against his hand, trying to get him to swipe his finger along his sweet spot and set him off.

He stood, Sean moaning again, only this time apparently at the loss of having nothing in his ass. Emery spun Sean around and crushed his lips against him again. “Bed,” he roughly said. “Now.”

They shut the water off. Barely pausing to grab a couple of towels from the shelf in the bathroom, Emery led Sean into the bedroom and fell backward onto the bed with him in his arms.

“I’ve never done this before,” Sean said.

Emery studied him. “You’ve never been with a guy?”

“No, not that. I mean yes, I have. I mean…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “This sounds so girlie, but I usually don’t just fall into bed with a guy like this. With a stranger.”

Emery grinned. “Neither do I, but I also don’t let a good thing get away. Life’s too damn short.” He grabbed Sean’s hair and pulled his face down again, kissing, fucking him with his tongue. He wanted to spend all day twined with this man’s body, in every possible way. He wanted to fuck his ass, his mouth, and feel his cock fucking him. He wanted to sixty-nine him and try to make him come at the same time. He wanted—

He blinked. He wanted to spend the rest of his life doing that to him.

What the fuck?

Then Sean’s hard cock rubbed against him and pure, raw need took over.

I’ll think about it later. Much later.
He pushed Sean up. “Condoms and lube?”

Sean nodded and rose on shaky legs. He opened the drawer of the bedside table while Emery spread a towel out on the bed and lay on it.

* * * *

Sean didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. At least Emery had brought up the C-word before he had to.
Good, one less worry.

Except as he got a good, long look at the fully erect cock jutting straight up from Emery’s body, he had a new worry.

How the fuck am I going to get
that
in me?

Emery rolled the condom onto him and took the bottle of lube. He slicked his cock with it, his grey eyes burning into Sean’s as he stroked his immense shaft.

“Kneel over me,” Emery ordered.

With a will of their own, his legs complied. Emery squirted more lube into his hand. “Spread your ass for me.”

Sean reached behind him and complied, a little embarrassed to see pre-cum dripping from the end of his cock onto Emery’s abs.

Skillfully, Emery slicked his dark hole, playing with Sean, making him moan as he slid first one, then two fingers in him. He played with him for a minute before adding more lube and a third finger, scissoring them inside him, the pinching burn turning pleasurable almost immediately. Sean closed his eyes and rocked against Emery’s hand, wanting him deeper, harder, faster.

Then the fingers disappeared. Sean was so startled his eyes flew open again.

Emery put the lube aside, wiped his hand on a towel, and grabbed Sean’s hips. “My damn cock is so hard it hurts. I need to fuck you.”

Sean tried to control his breathing, afraid he’d hyperventilate and pass out. With Emery guiding him, he felt the man’s thick knob press against his rim for entrance.

“Just take it slow,” Emery coaxed.

Slow?
It was huge. He panted as he gingerly reached between his legs and held Emery’s cock as he guided it past the outer ring of muscle. He whimpered, the burn back with a vengeance. He was too fucking big.

Then Emery’s hand closed around his cock. “You can take it,” he hoarsely said. “You know you want to.”

He did want to, and the delicious feel of Emery slicking his own juices up and down his throbbing shaft quickly turned the burn into a pleasant fullness he wanted to completely experience. Slowly at first, he rocked back and forth, taking a little more each time, Emery matching his strokes until he felt his ass cheeks settle against Emery’s hard thighs.

He opened his eyes and met Emery’s gaze. Emery tented his legs behind Sean, cradling him on his hips. He laced the fingers of his free hand through Sean’s. “You like that, don’t you? You like having my cock buried in you.” It wasn’t a question.

Sean couldn’t think, much less speak. He nodded, whimpering slightly. He didn’t want to explode again so soon. He wanted to enjoy it, savor it for a few minutes at least. He just didn’t know how he’d last.

“Just wait till you’re used to me and I can bend you over and fuck your ass whenever I want.”

Sean’s cock throbbed at Emery’s words.
Whenever he wants?
It sounded like Emery wanted more than just an afternoon fuck.

He couldn’t understand why the thought of having this guy he’d just met stay in his life for the long term turned his insides into tapioca pudding.

* * * *

Emery couldn’t believe he’d said it. There was no denying it, however. Unless Sean suddenly turned into a real douchebag in the next five minutes, no way in fucking hell was he letting him out of his life. He didn’t understand it, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. The thought of any other guy in his life had suddenly become repellant.

Mate.

Fuck that shit.
He could fall in love with a guy without it being a mate-bond, he tried to tell himself. He didn’t even give a shit about the complications of trying to tell him the truth about who and what he was.

He didn’t care. All he cared about was not letting this man walk out of his life.

Sean’s ass squeezed around his cock so deliciously tight that he thought he might explode before he got his shaft totally buried inside him. And then when he started moving, delicious turned into perfection. The only thing better would be fucking without the condom.

We’ll get there soon enough.

He didn’t need a condom, because he was immune to STDs, but had asked for it more for Sean’s mental comfort and to avoid the whole I’m-a-dolphin-shifter issue.

He thrust his hips up into Sean as he started stroking Sean’s cock faster. Through a tight jaw he said, “I won’t last long.”

Sean squeezed his hand as he bounced up and down on his cock. Then at the same time he felt Sean’s ass spasming around his shaft, jets of cum erupted out of his cock and all over Emery’s belly.

“Yes!” Emery thrust hard, letting go and enjoying the way his aching balls emptied, filling the condom inside his lover as his orgasm boiled over.

Sean collapsed on top of him. Emery wrapped his arms around him and buried his face in his hair. As they lay there, Sean’s cum drying between them and gluing their bodies together, Sean started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Emery asked.

“Guess your head feels better, huh?”

“Which one?”

Sean hesitated. “Well, I guess both of them.”

Emery rubbed his chin across the top of Sean’s head. “Yes. They both feel better now.” After a few minutes he reluctantly made Sean move so he could go clean up in the bathroom. When he returned, he crawled into bed and pulled Sean close with his head resting in the crook of his arm. “Do you have to be anywhere today?” Emery asked.

“Nope. Called in sick. What about you?”

“Ditto. Then let’s take a nap before we fuck each other’s brains out again.”

“What about your friends?”

Emery yawned. “What about them?”

“Didn’t you say they had your stuff?”

“They’ll still have it later.” He snugged Sean more tightly to his side. “Way later.”

* * * *

Erik looked around before sinking down into the water, shifting, and emerging to walk up to the mangrove trees. Denby followed him. They both grabbed their shorts from where they’d left their clothes and quickly pulled them on. Erik grabbed Emery’s clothes, too, before they hurried back to the parking lot.

Erik punched his code into the keyless entry pad and the Cherokee’s locks clicked open.

“What are we going to do?” Denby asked for the gazillionth time.

Erik slammed his fist down on the roof of his SUV. “I don’t fucking know! I didn’t know all the other times you fucking asked me, and I don’t fucking know now! Get the fuck in!” How had he missed how whiny Denby was before?

They took off toward the marina. The boat they’d followed was there, being hauled out of the water by the forklift to go into dry storage, but no sign of Emery and the guy. When Erik tried to find out who owned the boat, the woman in the office looked at him suspiciously.

“He’s the friend of a friend,” Erik explained. “But our friend went with him, and forgot his cell phone, wallet, and keys in my car. I’d like to get them back to him.”

She pushed a piece of paper and a pen across the counter to him.

“Leave me your name and number and I’ll pass it on to him. I can’t give out customer information.”

Stewing, Erik wrote it down and handed it back. “Thank you.”

Denby hammered him with useless questions again when they got back to the parking lot. Erik whirled around on him. “Shut the fuck up. It’s all your fault anyway. Didn’t you see the fucking boat? He was trying to save your goddamned ass!”

“I thought I had time to make it across. I was going to use it to slow you two down.”

“Get in the fucking car so I can take you home.”

Erik wanted to smack the shit out of Denby and knew he couldn’t. That would get him in trouble with the pod. Erik understood Emery didn’t feel the same way about him that he felt about Emery, which was why he’d never said anything to him before. But the sight of the man he loved in the arms of another man—a human man—hurt and unable to help him, had nearly ripped Erik to pieces.

I’ve got to tell him.
Let the chips fall where they may and be done with it. Stop torturing himself over Emery and tell him he wanted to be more than occasional fuck buddies with him. And if Emery didn’t want him back…

He’d deal with that when it happened.

But he wouldn’t lose the man he loved to a fucking human.