Kissing the Shark (Maritime Monsters #1)

Chapter 15- Karlo

CHAPTER 15- KARLO

I DRIVE DOWN to the dock and put my car in park. In the dark of the night, a single streetlight illuminates the area; all I can see are stars reflected on the water. I open the door and my hot date gets out as well.

“Where are we?” Razorjaw asks.

“What, a big shark like you doesn’t recognize the ocean?” I smirk at him and lead him by the hand toward where the boats are. Dinner was a lovely time, but my date needs this, even if he won’t admit it.

“But why are we here? Dates customarily lead to—”

“I know what they lead to, RJ.” I guide him to a far edge. “But dates typically require dinner.”

“And we had that.” He looks adorably confused. All dolled up in nice clothes and his human guise, Razorjaw is a supermodel. But I need to be generous and make him shift into his other form. “Why are we here?”

“RJ, you didn’t eat dinner. I took most of your fish and chips home in a to-go bag.” He opens his mouth but I point at him to interrupt. “And that’s my fault! I should have taken you somewhere where you could eat the food. So now, let me do the considerate thing and let you eat what you want.”

“What do you mean?”

I gesture up and down his body. “Shift into your hybrid form. Shake your tail out, shark man.” I point at the dark water. “Go be a predator. Eat some poor whiting or manta rays or whatever. I’ll wait here until you get your fill.”

He looks over me out at the ocean. Then he gazes back down at me, conflict clouding his eyes. “But I thought dates ended with…physical intimacy.”

I snicker. Then, I take his hand and lace my fingers with his. “If you go eat your fill, you’ll have enough energy for…physical intimacy.” I trail my other hand up his shirt. “Back at my apartment for the final portion of our date.”

Razorjaw’s eyes light up and he shifts, his face turning the light blue tint of a shark. He grins in delight, then literally leaps forward, splashing into the water.

I laugh— nothing like a man’s horniness to motivate him. I breathe in the saltwater air, wondering how long I’ll need to wait in the dark. I guess I’m going to have to put up with Razorjaw pretending to not be hungry for the rest of my life.

Wait, my life? That’s a bizarre thought. It’s been half a date, I can’t possibly be thinking about forever. Still, the way he looked at me at dinner made me feel…exceptional. This shark shifter continues to make me feel more and more valued. I’m growing more comfortable around him, but taking things day-by-day already seems so easy.

After fifteen minutes, my date pulls himself out of the water and shakes out his shoulders and tail. “Finished already?” I ask, with my hands in my pockets.

“I did not want to keep you waiting.” He touches my chin and tips my face up. “Shall we proceed to the…final customary portion of our date?” My lips are a breath away from his. I’m already so damn gone, powerless to resist this predator of the ocean.

“Alright, I have completed brushing my teeth, as requested.” Razorjaw walks out of my bathroom beaming at me. He gives me a thumbs up, and it’s dorky and sexy all at once. “I did not read of that custom pertaining to dates.”

He sits next to me on the couch in my tiny one-bedroom apartment. The three top buttons of his shirt are undone, and in his human form, he’s masculine beauty incarnate. Nervousness and horny anticipation clash in my chest. When was the last time I’ve been this turned on?

“Yes, well, I did ask you to eat fish in the ocean after our dinner. I don’t really like the taste of the ocean.”

“That is understandable.”

“And to be honest, most dates should brush their teeth before they get close.” I scoot closer to him on the couch, and he happily puts his arm around the top of the seat. I’m inches away from cuddling him, and I can tell he wants it too. “I’ve had some guys that taste awful.”

I laugh but he looks panicked. “I do not wish to taste awful. Perhaps I should brush my teeth again.”

He gets up but I gently yank him back down by the arm. “No! RJ, come sit with me.”

“But I do not want to taste bad or repel you in any way.”

His willingness to make me comfortable is refreshing and endearing. And crazy sexy.

“What part of this—” I move in close, gradually pulling him by the shirt collar toward me, “is you repelling me?”

His face, a hair’s-length from mine, leans in with a grin. Slowly, so slowly I might die of natural causes, he places his mouth on mine. Like last week, fireworks go off in my eyelids. When my tongue touches his, blood shunts downward, and now we’re both getting hot under the collar.

Kissing the shark might be my new favorite hobby.

We kiss and kiss, his mouth caressing mine in the most delicious way. I pull him toward me and lean back on the couch. His body envelops mine, and seconds later, I’m lying on my back. He leans down and moans, and I know it’s my green light to ramp things up.

I try to get to the buttons on his shirt, but my hands aren’t that adept. It’s hard to have dexterity when you’re, well, hard. All my blood is down to my dick, and judging by that poking on my thigh, Razorjaw is in the same boat. Wait, we haven’t discussed what he knows about human sex yet!

“Mm…mm…Razor…mm…” I can barely get a word out from around his mouth. Neither of us wants to stop kissing for even a second. I fidget in my trousers, my body on autopilot, desperate for any sort of friction.

When he kisses my neck, my vision whites out. “Wait…Razorjaw…” My voice comes out in breathy moans. “Wait, stop.”

“Yes, my beloved,” he mutters against my neck. When he pulls off, he leans up. Then, before I can take a normal breath, he rips off his shirt in one swift motion.

Monster god damn . His body, a testament to abdominals, is inches away from me. On his knees, straddling me, this massive muscular monster looks like a Greek sculpture. He’s a world of smooth, creamy skin and hardened physique. On instinct, I bring my hands up and trace all the abs I can get to.

“Wow,” I whisper.

He takes my hand and smiles in delight. When he pulls it up higher, I flick his nipple, bringing it to hardness. He gasps with a smile, and this is far and away the sexiest moment of my life. I’m two seconds away from busting in my pants.

“Shall we…have sexual relations here, or in the bedroom?” he purrs.

This shocks me out of my lust. “Wait!” I say with firmness and clarity. I motion for him to get off, and a moment later, we’re sitting side-by-side again.

“What is the matter, Karlo Castillo?”

I try to focus on Razorjaw’s face, and not the giant pillows known as his bare chest. I wipe my mouth. “I, uh…what do you know about human sex?”

He grins and reaches for my shirt. “Perhaps you should demonstrate,” he murmurs, popping open a button.

I shiver then bat his hands away. “No, wait, I’m serious.”

Razorjaw stares at my partially exposed chest. “I cannot have this conversation while you continue to wear clothes.”

I roll my eyes and begin to undo my shirt, even though deep down I’m flattered by his interest in my body. I whip it off and he stares hungrily at me. “Alright, RJ, we need to have this discussion.”

“Why have a discussion when we can have relations?” He leans in but I put my finger up to his mouth.

“Uh uh uh,” I say in chastisement. “Answer me: what do you know about sex?”

He sits back and sighs. “To be honest, not too much. I have been too busy to investigate this pornography that I read about.”

I snort and lean back next to him. “We don’t have to do anything.”

“But I want to,” he says in a low whine. He takes my hand and kisses my knuckle. “I have such strong urges for you.”

“Then we need to talk about it.” I rub his arm. “I want it to be good for both of us.”

“It will be!”

“Well, then what do you know about it?”

He angles himself toward me on the couch. “Sex is simple,” he says, matter-of-factly. “I have seen it dozens of times in the ocean. I merely grab you with my teeth and hold on as you struggle. Meanwhile, I unsheathe my penile muscles and deposit genetic matter inside you. That is it.”

What ? My mouth goes slack and I can’t even form words. When I imagined rough sex with Razorjaw, this was not on my mind.

“Um…”

After several seconds, he smirks. “That was…a joke.”

I crack up and soon, Razorjaw is laughing too. I hit him with a pillow. “Asshole!”

“I was told jokes are fun,” he says through his tittering.

“But this is serious!” I finally stop laughing and touch his arm. “Because I want intimacy with you.”

“I do too.” He gulps and looks down at his lap. “But I have never done it.”

The relief in my chest is immeasurable. I know he’s spent most of his life in his shark form, but the idea of him having sex with a shark makes me queasy.

“Let’s talk about it. You need to know all about consent and protection. Just because you’re a monster, doesn’t mean we can disregard safety.”

“Those are terms I know.” He kisses my hand, and chills go up my spine. This handsome, shirtless man wants me to guide him through the mysterious waters of sex. Best date ever . “And you have my consent, Karlo Castillo,” he purrs. His kisses trail up my arm to my shoulder. Soon enough, he’s back to kissing my neck.

Oh fuck.

His mouth moves up to my cheek. He’s reverent, sweet, and I cannot believe how lucky I am. In no time at all, my pants become tight again. Ah, screw it.

He continues to suck on my neck, and I take his hand. Gradually, I bring it down to my crotch. When he grasps my hardness, we both gasp. I’m coursing with sexual need, and I think Razorjaw knows it.

“Karlo…” He kisses down my bare chest. “Teach me the ways of making love as a human.”

I nod, and all the blood leaves my brain. “Okay,” I rasp. I couldn’t deny him if I wanted to right now.

In a blur, we both take off our pants and sit on the couch. My red boxer briefs are tented, but his powder blue briefs look like they’ll rip at any moment. This man is hung, hard, and ready to go.

My mouth goes dry in delight, but my brain knows I need to proceed with clarity. “I assume you know what masturbation is?” He looks up, like he’s mulling it over. “Seriously?” I ask.

“I have read about it.”

“You’ve never touched yourself and had an orgasm?” My eyes keep moving up massively chiseled body down to the barely restrained erection below.

He shakes his head. “The manual manipulation of my human penis? No. I have never had the urge to.” His smile turns devilish and he leans in. “Would you like to show me?”

I chuckle and trace my hands down his muscled terrain, then grasp his mighty cock through his briefs. He moans, and it’s a heavenly chorus in my ears. “To the bedroom, Razorjaw,” I whisper.

The two of us relocate to my tiny bed. My chest pounds in anticipation at the sight of him sitting on my mattress. I fortunately remembered to prepare myself for any and all bases of sexual activity, including lube on the nightstand.

“What next?” he asks with delighted eagerness.

“Take these off,” I say, pulling at his briefs. “Then lie back.”

He obeys my command, and his erection springs to life. That same dick I’ve fantasized about for weeks is finally mine to touch. “What is the towel for?” he asks, pointing at the pink fabric underneath his butt.

“For the mess we’re about to make.” I grin and shuck my underwear off. Now we’re both nude and I don’t miss the way he eyes me with glee. I grab some lube and get my hands ready. “Now I’m about to show you one of the many ways two human men can get off.”

“Get off what?”

I snicker. “It’s an expression. It means…having that ultimate pleasure…” I gingerly grasp his eight-inch hardness. “And leading to a satisfying orgasm.” I tighten my grip around him, and his eyes roll back. When I begin to glide my hand up and down, he shivers with satisfaction.

I’m stroking off a sexy, muscled, shark shifter. I can’t believe my luck.

Up and down I go, loving the feel of his fleshy pole. I fondle his balls, massive low hangers, and give them a slight tug. I play with the tip, gathering precum by his foreskin, then stroke all the way down. I stroke and stroke, speeding up, then slowing down. This might be Razorjaw’s first-ever orgasm, and I need it to be spectacular.

Judging from the commotion above, I know I’m doing the deed properly. Razorjaw breathes in hiccups, his head flailing up and down. His eyes are rolled back so much I’m afraid he’s gone blind. He grasps at the towel and the sheets, and his abs keep tensing up. His thighs clench and his toes continuously curl and unfurl. This is the most flattering reaction to a hand job a gay dude could ever want.

The slick squishing sounds continue as I stroke him off. It hasn’t even been five minutes before his body tenses even further. The gasps become more frequent, and he keeps lifting his head up. I know he’s almost there, and it gets me hard as a brick.

“Karlo…I feel…” he rasps.

“It’s okay.” I lie on the bed next to him so my head is near his pec. He lifts his left arm so I’m tucked underneath. At no point do I let go of his gorgeous cock. “It’ll be okay, RJ.”

“But I’m…”

“It feels good, right?”

“Yes,” he says, voice almost a pained whisper.

“Then let it out,” I command. I stroke him below and kiss that massive pectoral muscle. I run his nipple between my teeth, and he hisses above.

“Oh…oh…OH!” He grunts, and it happens. That massive cock gets harder in my hands, and I pull off from his nipple to get a better look. His orgasm is, like everything about him, larg er than life. Massive ropes of semen jut out at incredible speed. He hits his own chin, some of it lands on my mouth, and I couldn’t be more content. As I taste his release, I continue to jerk him hard, slowing down after the first ten seconds to make it feel delicious between his thighs. After nearly a minute, my wrist is drenched, and the pulsing of his cock finally subsides.

He shot everywhere; not surprising since this was his first orgasm ever.

I take in his beauty as this breathing slows down. His eyes are shut, and I need to make sure he’s alright. “You okay, RJ?”

He nods and huffs. “That…” His voice sounds scratchy. When he opens those blue eyes, he looks down at me. “That explains why humans are constantly thinking about sex.”

I bust out in hysterics and pat his chest. He smiles at me and pulls me into a chaste kiss. Sure, there’s semen all over both of us, but I don’t mind. My hard-on threatens to pierce his skin, but I’m relishing his post-orgasm enjoyment.

“That’s actually one of the simplest forms of sex, if you can believe it,” I state.

“Really? Is it always that good?”

“Sometimes,” I say with a chuckle.

“Did it feel good for you?” He looks down at my aching cock.

“Um…” My cheeks burn and I look at him. He seems to understand what I’m asking, because the next moment, he moves his left arm from my back. His hand goes down low, and gently, he grasps my erection.

“RJ, you don’t have…to…” My words are cut off as all the blood in my brain goes down south.

He’s slowly jerking me off. I repeat: this shark stud is jerking me off, and it’s wonderful .

I thrust into him and shut my eyes. When I open them, he’s staring back at me with fondness. Even after orgasm, he’s still into me. I feel so taken care of, so adored.

But mostly, I’m horny. Getting to feel his cock and orgasm got me to the edge, and now I’m back on that euphoric precipice.

“RJ,” I mutter as I hump into his hand. My cock is leaking, and I know I’m close.

“Yes, my beloved,” he whispers. I don’t have time to correct him before he shifts on the bed and kisses me gently. That simple press of lips has me almost overboard. When his other hand touches my nipple, I ignite like a match on gunpowder. My orgasm travels from my toes and head down to that one central part, my manhood. Razorjaw kisses me softly, while, below, I come and I come, blinding me with pleasure.

After learning to see and breathe again a minute later, I get up and lead him to the shower. We finish up a bedtime routine, and without even asking, he opens the covers of my bed. I crawl between my sheets and wrap my arms around Razorjaw’s massive body. Kissing the back of his neck, the wonderful exhaustion of our evening catches up to me.

He yawns and asks, “Was this a satisfactory date, my…Karlo?”

I kiss his back. “Yes, Razorjaw. You have been wonderful.” The last thing I recall before dozing off is thinking about how I could easily get used to holding him every night.