Page 65 of Forfeits

He waved his hand in the air. “All these formalities. Fuck ’em. Let’s just do this.”

“So romantic.”

“You want to fuck this ass or not, Fletcher?”

“Stop talking. Here.” I opened a drawer where I had stashed supplies and tossed him a tube of lube.

He caught it. “I’m impressed. You seem to have everything at the ready. Do you really want to rush this?”

“Not usually, but honestly? Yes. I need to get my head out of my own ass and into yours, Aiden. Like, right the fuck now.”

He laughed and lifted his hands, giving no argument. “Okay, okay.” He offered me the lube. “Slick up that beautiful cock, then, and prepare to be boarded.”

I squirted lube into my palms and rubbed my hands together. “Is that a Star Trek reference?”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Absolutely not. It’s Our Flag Means Death.”

“Oh fuck, of course it is. How could I have thought otherwise?”

“Exactly.” Aiden watched me lube up my cock and crawled toward me with a feline’s grace.

“Who’s supposed to be Blackbeard?”

“Me, of course. You’re the Gentleman Pirate,” Aiden said, looking devilish as he crawled over to perch on my thighs, his tawny cock bobbing in front of him.

I groaned as I moved my hand faster. “I hardly feel like a gentleman right now.”

“Well,” Aiden murmured, as he took the tube of lube from me and squirted some into his hand, “I’m ready to channel Blackbeard, so get with the program.”

I made my eyes go comically wide and said, in a terrible New Zealand accent. “Ed, you don’t mean you want me to put my…penis…in your…arse? Is that how it’s done?”

Aiden’s cock jerked as he readied himself for a fucking. I laid down on my back on the coverlet.

“On my ship,” he said, his voice husky and commanding, “that’s how it’s done.”

“Oh, Ed!” I said, my lashes fluttering as I held my cock at the base, and he positioned himself over it. “I do like it when you take control.”

“That’s a terrible accent,” Aiden said, as he took my cock in his fingers and guided it to the right spot, just before sinking down on me with a gasp and a curse, as he closed his eyes and grimaced.

“Oh shit. Are you all right?” I said, the heat of his body causing waves of pleasure to go through me.

His expression relaxed. When he opened his eyes, they looked bestial and just like I imagined Blackbeard’s would.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. Then he sank down farther with a groan, and I matched it as I clutched the bedclothes with one hand and gripped his thigh with the other. Then, with the most beatific expression on his pretty face, he started to move.

And I just about came right away because it had been such a long time since I’d fucked instead of been fucked, because Aiden was gorgeous and sexy, and because I had feelings. So many feelings, that for some reason hit me like a Mack truck at the sensation of warmth around my dick.

“Hold on,” I stuttered, grabbing his other thigh and forcing him to be still. “Stop. I can’t… You don’t want me to come yet.”

“No, Fletcher. I don’t. Please don’t come.”

“I’ll try not to, I promise.”

Aiden gave me a stern look, as if we were in the Bordello already.

“Don’t. Come,” he said. “I’m going to enjoy myself, and you’re going to hold off coming…or else.”

“Or else, what?” I whispered, captivated by him.

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