Page 17 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Why should I?” I said, pushing down my breeches and taking my poor cock in hand. The relief was immediate, and I began to stroke myself back and forth. “Oh, thank fuck.”

I recalled that I had an audience and looked over at him.

He was watching me, his eyes sparking with interest and some annoyance, but he didn’t say anything as I pleasured myself. And I didn’t give a fuck what he thought at this point. I needed completion so desperately.

I put my free hand on the rail and doubled my efforts, the pleasure like a delicious wine that I’d saved for just the right moment. I held Captain Martin’s gaze as I worked myself, my breaths blending with the soft slap of the waves on the hull as theArrowglided slowly forward.

“Stop.”

One word, uttered in a commanding tone by the man who was in charge of this ship and my life, as little as my existence mattered.

I stopped. I let go of myself as if my cock was a heated coal from a recent fire. I stuttered a broken gasp and had to clamp down hard on myself, or I would have spent into the air at the look on his face at that moment.

“Oh…fuck…” I cursed, trying to hold onto my control.

He watched me for a moment. Then his arm shot out, and he grabbed my breeches, pulling me over to where he sat. I didn’t know what was happening. I watched as he tossed his lit cheroot over the side of the ship, grabbed my hips and tugged me forward, his mouth covering my cock as I grasped the rail for purchase.

“Oh! Oh! Oooh…” were the only sounds I was able to make, besides gasps and choking noises as I went rigid and erupted down the captain’s throat. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyes as the captain milked my eager cock. The culmination lasted forever, perhaps because of the length of my abstinence, or due to the way Captain Martin was sucking and licking and swallowing it all.

I leaned on the rail, gasping for breath as the ecstasy faded and, once again, the captain kept up his attention past the point of comfort. I tried to pull away but he held me fast, making a noise in his throat that sounded like a laugh.

“Oh,” I said again, breathless and spent. “Please. Please…stop…stop…”

He took pity on me and let my softening cock slide out of his mouth.

“Mmm” was all he said, licking his lips and swallowing my remaining spend.

“Bloody hell,” I cursed, tucking myself away in case anyone happened to come by. “What the fuck was that?” I gasped, my legs trembling with the relief of days of built-up tension.

“I believe the term for the act is ‘gamahuche’.”

I held up my hand and took a step back. “Yes, but why here? Why now?”

After all this time!

“I didn’t want your sweet essence to go to waste,” he said, using the tip of his finger to wipe some of the seed from the corner of his mouth. “Or to splatter the side of my lovely ship.”

I stared at him. He stared at me. Then I rolled my eyes.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I said and slid down to sit on the boards beside him. “You lost your cheroot.”

He gave me a devilish grin. “Your prick is much better than a cheroot.”

“Then why did you wait so long to come find me?”

“You know, I am a very busy man, Simon.” He fished in his pocket and brought out another cheroot, flourishing the thing at me before putting the tip between his lips.

I watched as he struck a match against his boot and lit the end, pulling the smoke into his lungs as he closed his eyes.

“I’m sure. But I was going mad!”

“Better now though?” he asked, as he opened his eyes and gazed into mine.

“Yes. Much.”

He blew smoke in my face. “I like you, Simon. But I need to decide if we should enjoy more time together.”

“I…thought I was going to be your cabin boy.”

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