Page 45 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Now, get on my stand this instant. I want to fill you with my seed, you nasty, utterly delectable scoundrel.”

Oh yes, he was getting to know me well.

I leapt onto the bed and crawled overtop the captain like a randy cheetah. He grabbed my chin and pinned me with a look.

“Stop fooling about and get on me,now.You’ve got three seconds, or I’ll finish on your face, and you’ll go to bed without anything else.”

I loved the way he could barely speak without gasping for breath. The man was a slave to my powers of seduction.

“Aye, Captain,” I said, getting into position.

I grabbed his cock, slicking the skin with what oil was left on my hand as he groaned and parted his lips, gazing at me like he wanted to slap me yet unable to do more than focus on staving off. It only took a moment to stuff his steel-hard member into my soft hole and sink down, the blissful look on his face my reward for any discomfort. There was so much fancy oil in play, however, that the burn was minimal and the feeling of being skewered was as good as I’d expected.

The captain’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a vulnerable whimper.

“Good God,” he whispered as if he could barely function.

“Aye…” I stuttered in agreement, caught up in my own reaction to our joining, even though only the first few inches were in.

His hands gripped my hips all of a sudden, fingers pressing into my flesh with painful determination. He kept me still as he pushed the rest of the way in, impaling me with a ruthless efficiency.

I yelped, then groaned with exquisite pleasure.

“Dear God,” I moaned, my eyes going wide and then hooded as the captain began to thrust and curse and pant like he was fucking possessed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered, taking lungfuls of air between words. “Oh fuck. Good God. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The captain became quite overtaken. And even though this meant he wouldn’t last long, his urgency satisfied me in a completely different way. After only a few blissful seconds, he threw his head back—hitting the wall with athunk—and let out an ecstatic cry that Boone and anyone else in the vicinity would have discerned with ease.

I watched him come apart beneath me, my mouth agape as I gasped and moaned. I went to take my cock in hand. Then I remembered his orders.

“Captain… Captain!” I panted. “Please, please, please,” I asked, still held in his death grip on my hips as he plumbed me with slowing fervour.

I was close. I was so fucking close.

Captain Martin’s cry of completion trailed off. He thrust into me again, then sank himself so deep I wondered if he could feel my tonsils, took my stand in hand, and got me off with three determined strokes.

I yelled with relief and ecstasy and watched my seed land on the captain’s white shirt in satisfactory spurts.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I sighed, riding my exquisite culmination in thankful bliss that quickly turned into the opposite as Captain Martin, with an evil glint in his eye, kept his hand moving, deliberately handling the extra sensitive tip of my prick with purposeful delight.

“Oh, stop, stop, stop,” I cried, trying to bat his hand away as I felt his cock slide out of me along with a puddle of his seed.

But he made me withstand this torment for a time before he relaxed his grip and let his hand fall away. He sank back against the pillows. “Oh my fuck, that was lovely.”

I glared at him for a moment. Then I decided to forgive him his torturous games and melted against his chest and the damp fabric of his spoilt shirt.

I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be, but I felt so boneless and fatigued that I couldn’t really help myself. And he made quite the lovely pillow, to be honest. I snuggled against him, my nose pressed into his soft neck, and just about died when his arm came around me, and he kissed the top of my head.

“Simon White, you are a lazy, silly, aggravating fellow.”

I grinned. He was getting to know me, and even though the words were cruel, the tone of his voice was fond.

“Yes, Captain. ’Tis true enough.”

He chuckled, his body vibrating beneath me. He kissed me again.

“Have you always enjoyed having pricks inside you?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

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