Page 94 of The Sky Pirate's Stowaway
I pulled off immediately, glancing anxiously toward the deck below. “Are you trying to wake the entire ship?” I whisper-shouted.
“I’m sorry,” Kaspar moaned, his hips chasing my retreating mouth. His cock, glistening wet and achingly hard, bobbed between us. “Please don’t stop.”
I pressed a finger to his lips. “You need to be quiet.”
His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine as he parted his lips. I slipped two fingers into his mouth, and he immediately began to suck, his tongue working around my digits in a mirror of what I’d been doing to him.
“This is your last chance,” I threatened.
As I took him back into my mouth, he moaned around my fingers, the vibration muffled but still audible. The sight of him—head thrown back against the mast, cheeks hollowed aroundmy fingers as I worked him with my mouth—was so fucking erotic that my own cock attempted to twitch back to life.
I increased my efforts, taking him deeper with each downward motion. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth as I worked him with growing intensity. My jaw ached pleasantly, a reminder of how long it had been since I’d done this.
Kaspar’s body began to tense, his thighs trembling beneath my free hand. Despite my attempts to still him, he started thrashing slightly, his hips rising off the wooden planks. I tried to hold him steady, but he was lost to sensation, beyond control.
He began thrusting into my mouth, shallow at first, then deeper. I relaxed my throat and stayed still, letting him use me as he chased his release. His fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair, decidedly guiding me now.
I could feel him swelling against my tongue before his thrusts became erratic, desperate. Then his whole body went rigid, his back arching away from the mast as he cried out so prettily around my fingers. His hand yanked super hard on my hair as he came, his cock swelling as he spilled down my throat in hot pulses.
I swallowed everything he gave me, the salty-sweet taste flooding my mouth as I worked him through each wave until he collapsed back against the mast, trembling with aftershocks. Only then did I pull away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I looked up at him.
Kaspar’s eyes were half-closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His fingers slipped from my hair to cup my cheek, the touch so tender it made something in my chest ache.
“That was…” he began, then laughed softly.
I grinned. “I’m sorry, are youspeechlessright now?!”
Kaspar laughed, his face contorting in mock outrage. “Absolutely not!” he protested violently, pushing himself up to sit straighter against the mast. “I am notspeechless. I alwayshave something to say.” He folded his arms across his chest, the gesture undermined by the fact that his pants were still undone. “I was simply… gathering my thoughts. Of which there arelotsof.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course. My mistake.”
The playfulness in his eyes softened into something more vulnerable as he reached for my hand. His fingers wrapped around mine with such tenderness it made my breath catch. His cheeks held a soft blush that the moonlight couldn’t hide. When he looked anxiously down at our joined hands, my heart hammered against my ribs in a way it never had before—not even during sky-drops, not even during the most dangerous battles I’d faced.
The realization hit me with startling clarity. I was falling in love with him. Not just desire, not just affection, but something deeper that terrified and exhilarated me in equal measure.
But he’s not yours to keep.
He looked up, meeting my gaze with those impossibly green eyes. “What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.
I reached out, gently tilting Kaspar’s chin up with my finger. “Come here,” I whispered, the words barely audible over the soft creak of the ship’s timbers and the whisper of wind through the rigging.
He tugged up his pants before shifting closer, and I leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. As I started to pull away, his hand shot up, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt to hold me there.
“I wish I could have offered you better,” I said. “A proper bed instead of these wooden planks. You deserve silk sheets and comfort, not splinters and rope burns.”
Kaspar laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Are you kidding? This was perfect.” He gestured at the vast expanse of star-filled sky surrounding us. “This is my favoriteplace on the entire ship. The view, the solitude… It’s our place.” His eyes found mine, twinkling with glee. “And now we’ve properly christened it.” He nestled closer, his head tucked under my chin. “I wouldn’t trade this moment for all the silk sheets in the world.”
I cradled Kaspar against me, his weight a comfortable pressure on my chest as we lay tangled together. I ran my fingers idly up and down his arms, tracing invisible patterns across his freckled skin. The goosebumps that rose in the wake of my touch made me smile.
But a thought that had been gnawing at me for days now, grew more insistent with each stolen moment we shared. And I couldn’t push it away any longer.
“This has been on my mind a lot,” I said softly, my voice barely audible over the gentle creaking of the ship. “I suppose I just can’t help feeling… hypocritical.”
Kaspar shifted against me, pulling back. “What do you mean?”
I swallowed hard, the words sticking in my throat. “You and me. It’s just… I’m slightly older than you, in a position of power over you on this ship. I’m asking you to keep us a secret… It’s the same pattern. As Eric, I mean. He was my superior officer and demanded secrecy. And now I’m doing the same to you.”
Kaspar jerked upright, his expression instantly darkening. “This is nothing like that! Don’t compare what we have tohim!” His eyes flashed with genuine anger. “He was a backstabbing, self-serving parasite who used you like a tool. What I feel for you is real, Max.” His hand found mine in the darkness, squeezing tightly. “I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone outside of my family. I think I even…” He trailed off, looking away as if he’d said too much.
