Page 92 of The Sky Pirate's Stowaway
“Kas,” I breathed out, the single syllable carrying more need than any lengthy declaration could.
He shifted in my lap, a deliberate roll of his hips that brought him firmly against my growing hardness. His eyes widened slightly before his lips curved into a satisfied smile. He ground down again, more purposefully this time, drawing a low groan from me.
“Look at that,” he whispered, his voice husky as he continued the slow, torturous movement. “The Reaper’s been hiding something very dangerous beneath his coat all this time.”
I chuckled despite myself, the sound quickly turning into a stifled moan as he increased the pressure. “Careful there, Ghost.”
Kaspar leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “You know, I think your watch duties need expanding, sir.” He guided my hands to the curve of his ass. “You should be vigilant for any… rising situations.” He rocked against me again, his own arousal tantalizingly grinding into my own. “And keep a firm hand on any… unexpected movements.”
“Is that so?” I tightened my grip on him, helping guide his motions.
“Absolutely.” His fingers tangled in my hair. “The safety of the ship depends on your… thorough attention to detail.”
“I’ll have you know,” I murmured against his lips, “that my watch duties always include monitoring for any… unexpected rises in activity.”
Kaspar laughed, the sound vibrating between us before he dipped his head again. This time, he took my earlobe between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight through me. His tongue followed, soothing the sting, then tracing the shell of my ear withagonizing slowness. His hips never stopped their maddening rhythm against mine.
I groaned, my head falling back as heat rapidly pooled lower. This devilish redhead was going to make me spill in my underwear like a teenager if he wasn’t careful.
“Hold on.” I reluctantly pulled back. Kaspar’s eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips parted in question as I shrugged out of my coat. I hung it carefully over the crow’s nest railing, creating a makeshift curtain that helped block the view from the quarterdeck below.
“You’ll be cold,” Kaspar said.
“I highly doubt that,” I replied with a wink, pulling him back against me. “Not when I’ve been going to bed every night for weeks fantasizing about your gorgeous, warm body on top of mine.”
His eyebrows shot up, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face. “On top, huh?”
“On top… under…” I slid my hands down to his thighs, squeezing the firm muscles I found there appreciatively. “I’m very easily satisfied. It’s the company that matters.”
Kaspar surged forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was nothing like the ones we’d shared before. This was a new sort of hungry, demanding even—his tongue sliding against mine as his fingers twisted in my hair. I matched his intensity, years of restraint crumbling under the onslaught of desire.
Without breaking the kiss, his hands moved to my belt, fumbling slightly with the buckle before getting it open. The slight shake in his fingers only heightened my anticipation. He unfastened the three buttons on my breeches one by one, too slowly for my liking, each rustle sending another pulse of need through me.
When his hand finally slipped beneath the fabric, brushing against my cock through my underclothes, I trembled. It hadbeen so long since anyone had touched me there—so long since I’d wanted anyone to. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and I broke the kiss with a gasp.
Kaspar stilled his hand, his eyes searching mine. “Is this okay?” he whispered, uncertainty flickering across his features.
I looked at him—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes dark with desire—and tried not to laugh at the absurdity of the question. “Very, very okay,” I managed. “Extremely okay.”
His smile returned, and he leaned in for another kiss, this one softer but no less intense. As our lips moved together, his hand slowly slid beneath the waistband of my briefs, wrapping around me with surprising confidence. The heat of his palm against my flesh sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I hardened fully in his grip, blood rushing south so quickly it left me lightheaded. The contrast between his slightly calloused fingers and the sensitive skin of my cock was phenomenal—each tiny ridge and whorl of his fingerprints creating friction that had me pressing upward into his touch. His grip was firm, and I moaned into his mouth as he began to stroke in earnest.
Kaspar’s tongue continued to stroke against mine, and I found myself wanting to crawl inside him, to dissolve the boundaries between us until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. The hunger that roared through me was primal, overwhelming. I wanted to consume him, to be consumed by him, to fuse our souls together in this perfect moment suspended between earth and sky. My entire existence narrowed to the points where our bodies connected—his hand on my cock, his mouth against mine, our hearts thundering in perfect synchronicity.
Then, with a ragged gasp, Kaspar broke the kiss. He instantly shuffled backward, tugging at my trousers with urgent desperation.
“Lift up,” he panted, and I braced myself on my arms, allowing him to slide my pants down my thighs.
The cool night air hit my exposed cock, now free and achingly hard. A bead of moisture glistened at the tip, catching the starlight. Kaspar’s eyes widened slightly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in a gesture that sent my heart rate skyrocketing.
“Holy phoenix tails,” he breathed out, his gaze fixed on me with such raw hunger that I felt more exposed than just physically. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Kaspar’s gaze held mine as he slowly lowered his head, maintaining that connection until the last possible moment. My breath caught in my throat, anticipation making my muscles tense. The first touch of his lips against my heated skin was almost reverent—a gentle kiss pressed to the inside of my thigh, just above my stump, and a pleasurable shiver shot through me.
“You have no idea how desperate I’ve been to do this,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over my cockhead.
I opened my mouth to tell him I probably had some idea when his tongue finally traced a path up my length, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. The crow’s nest swayed gently beneath us, the rocking motion somehow intensifying every sensation. My fingers gripped the wooden railing behind me, needing something solid to anchor myself to as Kaspar’s mouth worked its magic.
He took his time exploring, learning what made my breath hitch and my hips stutter. His fingers stroked gently through the dark nest of hair at the base of my cock, before his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along the prominent vein on the underside. When he reached the sensitive ridge where head met shaft, he circled it with careful attention, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips.
