Page 97 of A Flash of Golden Fire

Domingo’s skills were considerable. There was an air about him too—a vulnerability and sincerity—even though he worked in a brothel. I lost myself in the feel of Domingo’s warm, soft mouth. When I opened my eyes, I saw Captain Martin watching us with his lips parted and his hand down his breeches. A surge of pleasure hit me so hard, I let my hand drop to Domingo’s head and gave him the warning.

“I’m going to—” I gasped just before my cock overflowed.

Domingo slid off me, quite elegantly for someone with an unexpected load of spend in his mouth—although I supposed he’d been somewhat ready. He let the milky fluid spill down his chin, as if he’d drunk a jug of milk too quickly, then wrapped his fingers around me to stroke me through my culmination, his eyes like firebrands.

Then Captain Martin was there, bending down and guiding Domingo’s mouth to his, kissing him hard, licking my seed from Domingo’s lips and chin whilst I watched in a dazed and depleted state.

I drifted in a comfortable haze, watching Dinesh and Domingo as they embraced with passion before me. Domingo melted like a cherished bride against Captain Martin, succumbing to him, either in sincere thrall, or very well-acted forbearance. The captain devoured him with his kisses, glancing at me as if wanting to enjoy us both in any way he could.

My desire returned quickly, watching the two of them together.

I stepped out of my boots and breeches and leaned against the mantel of the small fireplace, in which a low fire burned. I wrapped my arms around my chest and watched while Captain Martin sucked two fingers into his mouth, then slid them down the crack of Domingo’s shapely arse as he held him still in his embrace.

Domingo gasped as Dinesh breached him, going up on his toes against the taller man and letting his face slide to the side as he gazed at me with intensity and hunger.

“Won’t your right-hand man deign to fuck me?” Domingo asked in a voice roughened by passion.

“He will if I tell him to,” Captain Martin said.

“And will you?”

“Of course.”

“Oh, wonderful. Let’s have some fun, Dinesh. I haven’t been properly ravished in ages.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Captain Martin murmured.

“I saidproperly. I’ve been disappointed quite enough, thank you.”

I was focused on not acting like a star-struck innocent, which I most assuredly was not. However, the sense of professionalism and experience that Domingo exuded was intimidating. He appeared an expert in his field.

“Rooster, has the cat got your goddamned tongue?” Captain Martin asked, pumping his fingers in and out of Domingo with undisguised delight and enthusiasm. “Normally I can’t get you to shut up unless I gag you.”

Well, that did it.

“I beg your pardon, Captain,” I said, straightening up and scowling at his audacity. “I’m in the process of recovering from a masterly suck, I’ll have you know. And there isn’t much to say now, is there? Unless you want a blow-by-blow account of my experience as a side piece to you and this beautiful molly who hordes a bevy of secrets in his lovely brown eyes.”

But the captain grinned and nodded.

“There he is. That’s the cocky rooster I’ve grown to love.”

I blinked, cut off by the captain’s unexpected use of the endearment.

“Love, is it?” Domingo gasped, riding Dinesh’s fingers as if that were his lifelong occupation. “I could have guessed.”

“Truly?” I whispered, looking at Domingo and the captain both for confirmation that I’d heard Dinesh correctly.

Domingo looked smug, and Captain Martin benignly satisfied.

“Of course. I knew your feelings for him immediately. They are written on your annoyingly handsome face.” Domingo waved his fingers in the air and then surged against Dinesh on another jab of those long fingers. “Oh God, Dinesh, you’re such a fucking tease. Give over to your right-hand man. I want you to watch him ravish me and imagine him doing the same to you.”

Captain Martin grinned. “Well, he’d have to beg me for a very long time. I don’t give over my arse to just anyone, you know.”

Dinesh and I stared at one another, the import of his recent words echoing in the room.

Did I want to fuck Dinesh? It had been such a long time since I’d fucked anyone. Truly, I was better on the receiving end, and I enjoyed taking a man’s cock so much. But, on the cusp of fucking Domingo, the possibility of eventually having such a chance with Dinesh intrigued me. I’d had no idea he’d even consider the option.

Now, looking at Domingo, a flushed and oiled and alluring rag doll in Captain Martin’s embrace, I wanted to prove to the captain that I could do the deed, and do it well.

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