Kissing the Shark (Maritime Monsters #1)

Chapter 17- Karlo

CHAPTER 17- KARLO

RAZORJAW SITS A few tempting inches away from me on my couch. I’ve set the mood by playing sultry jazz music. Now, it’s just the two of us, warm bodies with beating hearts, glancing at each other.

I’m not nervous. Why should I be nervous? We’ve already gotten off and seen each other naked. But we haven’t gone further, and I want that tonight. And since he’s so new, he needs me to guide him. He’s so sexy in his human form, with his bright blue eyes begging me to teach him. I want so much with you.

“Do you know what third base is?” I ask through an uncomfortable chuckle.

“Third…base?” His eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“Yeah.”

“A base…is the bottom part of a structure. So there would be three?”

I bite back a laugh. “No, it’s a term. ”

“What kind of term?”

I scoot next to him and say, “A sexual term. It’s different layers of sexual activity, more than what we’ve done.”

“Have we not been making love?”

I nod. “We have, in our own way. Some people don’t count hand stuff, but we’re defining what intimacy means to us.” I play with his fingers and he smiles. “But third base is much more.”

He shoots me a naughty grin of interest. “Show me all of the bases, Karlo Castillo.”

I swoon at the sexy lower tenor of his voice. Why have I never felt valued until this monster walked out of the ocean and into my life? I lean forward and kiss him, gently. His lips part and tongues come into play. My hands move on autopilot to pry off his shirt. He’s worked so hard to learn how to shift with his clothes on, but I’m volunteering to rip it off for him.

Gradually, I undress him, all while keeping my mouth on his. I move off only to have him peel off his top, and I quickly undo mine. Now we’re both half-naked, and I reach forward to kiss his neck. He lies back, sighing in satisfaction as I mouth down to his collarbone. He’s so chiseled and big, I thank my lucky stars every time we get naked together. Tonight, I want to go further.

I kiss down his pecs and down his abs. When I get on my knees, I look up at him. “Karlo…” he murmurs breathlessly.

“Now, I am going to make love to you…” I grab the hardness in his pants. “With my mouth.”

I undo his pants, and when I pull down his trousers and briefs, my monster happily complies. It’s been fun exploring his body these few weeks, but I haven’t actually sucked him. This all seems momentous. I stroke his hardness up and down and he grasps the couch. I know how badly he wants it. The trust he has for me is so sweet.

Razorjaw really lets me have it all. So I’m going to take it.

I kiss up his cock, and it quivers in response. I look at him, sensing for any trepidation. But no, as usual, the shark man stares at me with sincere fondness. So, I get to work; I open up my jaw and only let in his cockhead. He goes rigid, gasps, and I pull off.

“You alright?” I ask.

He nods. “Yes,” he rasps. “Your mouth does not hurt.”

“That’s because I’m using my lips, no teeth,” I say with a smirk. I lick all the way up, from his massive balls to the head again. “And of course, my tongue,” I purr. “Can’t forget that.”

“Never…forget that,” he whispers. His eyes roll back, and I’m honored he’s enjoying this blowjob. But we’re just getting started.

I square my shoulders, readjust my position, momentarily fondle my own hardness, then I’m back to where I need to be. I open my mouth and dive. Up and down I go, taking Razorjaw to the back of my throat. I suck fast, then slow, relishing the taste of his manhood. His thick eight-inch erection is giving me a workout, but I’m loving the ride.

And judging by the sighs of pleasure above, so is he. I stroke his base with one hand and caress his balls with the other. Saliva drips down, mixing with precum to make a lubed paradise. I suck, swallow, and lick, moving unpredictably on his cock. This first blow job of his needs to be one for the record books.

Razorjaw alternates between hissing and sighing; it’s a soundtrack I want to hear forever. I enjoy the feel of him hitting the back of my throat as I go down as far as I can. His cock pulses with need, and it’s all so sexy. I know it’s only been a few minutes, but Razorjaw is fast-tracking to orgasm city.

“Karlo…” he huffs. “Puh…prepare yourself…”

God, even the way he talks, in his formal language, is hot. This spurs me to stroke even faster as I suck. Up and down I go, bobbing on his manhood. I need to taste it.

After several seconds, his thighs clench, and it happens. His release barrels into my mouth, and I try to swallow as much as I can. He groans above in ecstasy, an extraordinary sound of satisfaction. I suck and suck, then slow down my rhythm. After pulling off, I swallow and wipe my mouth. I look down at the fruits of my labor and…

Has his dick always been blue?

Looking up, I chuckle. Razorjaw has shifted into his hybrid form. And he looks so deliciously strung out, I love it.

His eyes aren’t open, and his tail wags to his right side on the couch. I keep forgetting his penis is hidden away by his crotch flesh on the day-to-day. Whenever I learn new things about maritime monster anatomy, it only motivates me to learn more.

But right, now, I’m only motivated to get off. I peel off my pants and sit next to my boyfriend on the couch. Before I can stroke, he leaps off and kneels where I was. His grin is devilish, and I’m a mess of emotions right now.

In a sense, I’m about to be eaten by a shark. Consensually, of course .

“Um…you don’t have to—”

“But I want to, Karlo Castillo.” He leans forward and licks my balls. Arousal jolts up my spine and I gasp. “I want to…third base with you. May I?” he purrs, eyeing my hard dick,

I bite my lip. “Um…your teeth aren’t…”

He smiles, and his mouth reveals human teeth. “I swore I would never do you any harm.”

I nod and close my eyes. This shark man could ask to bite off my leg right now, and I’d probably let him.

When he leans in, he licks up my cock. I’m by no means long, but Razorjaw takes his time with it. Then, learning from my maneuver, he takes only my cockhead into his mouth, and I’m sent to the heavens.

Wet. Soft. Delicious. No other words come into mind when he proceeds to suck me off. After relishing just the top, he goes down, getting all the way to my pubes. His teeth are gone, and his tongue is wanting. The sucking has my balls churning our precum and I sigh in pleasure. Clearly the monster is a quick study, because my toes are already curling. From base to tip, he sucks me effortlessly.

When he begins to bob faster, I grasp his head. I’ve rarely touched his dorsal fin, but now I’m using it to set the pace. I can’t believe a shark is going down on me.

But all delirious sexual fun must come to an end, and in no time at all, the big climax approaches. Razorjaw knows what to expect by now, but I warn him anyway. “RJ…RJ… baby I’m about to bust…” My voice is strained as I grasp his dorsal fin harder with both hands.

He hums around my cock and rapidly goes up and down. His sucks me faster, with passion and drive, and within seconds, my vision goes blank .

“ Ugh !” I grunt and let it out. The glorious electricity of an orgasm courses through me. Razorjaw doesn’t stop as I shoot ropes of semen into his mouth. When it gets to be too much, I squeeze his dorsal fin to signal him to slow down.

You would think this monster was a professional at giving head. I guess I am a good teacher.

When my breathing is back to normal, he sits next to me, still in hybrid form. I pull him in to kiss him gently, like we have nowhere to be. We’re both sweaty, covered in sex, and I fucking love it.

“How was that…third base?”

I chuckle. “That…was an amazing blow job. Excellent oral sex. High marks of fellatio,” I say with a scratchy voice. He rumbles with low laughter and cuddles up to me.

“So I did good? I have earned another date?” His words are so endearing, and my heart flutters with affection.

“You did. And you have.” I stroke his back, and my eyelids get heavy as I come down from that orgasm high. I notice his tail wagging on the couch, and I smile at the sight.

Razorjaw feels so good in my arms. The last thing I thought possible has happened this month: I think I’m falling in love with a shark.