Page 93 of The Sky Pirate's Stowaway
He paused, a wide grin splitting his face in two. “Did you like that?”
“I think you know the answer to that.”
When he finally took me fully into his mouth, the wet heat enveloping me was entirely too much to bear. My head fell back against the mast, eyes closing as pleasure coursed through me.
“Fucking hell, Kas,” I murmured, one hand moving to tangle in his soft hair, already a wild mess.
He hummed in response, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure up my spine. He moved with confidence, taking me deeper with each downward motion. His tongue swirled around the head before flattening against the underside, finding a spot that made my thighs tremble.
Right then, we existed in a perfect bubble of isolation. Above us, stars scattered across the night like spilled diamonds; below, the shadowy deck ofThe Black Wraithslumbered, unaware of our stolen moment. I mapped his twinkling constellation of freckles with my fingertips as his mouth made love to my cock.Goddesses, how had I gotten so lucky that day when he accidentally stowed away on my pirate ship?
The ship swayed subtly as it drifted through cloud-wisped skies, each gentle rock adding an unpredictable rhythm to Kaspar’s movements. The crow’s nest creaked beneath us with each subtle shift of weight, the wooden planks groaning their secrets into the wind.
The contrast between the cool night air on my exposed skin and the heat of his mouth was intoxicating. It heightened every sensation, every touch, every hot, wet lick of his tongue, causing goosebumps to prickle every inch of my skin.
“Kas—” I gasped as he did something particularly clever with his tongue. “If you—urg—I’m going to come if you keep that up!”
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, lips glistening and swollen. “That’s rather the point, isn’t it?” he said with a mischievous grin before taking me back into his mouth, deeper this time.
I watched, mesmerized, as he took me to the back of his throat, his eyes watering slightly, but with a look of determination in them. When he swallowed around me, the tight pressure was my undoing. Any further warning died in my throat as my orgasm crashed through me like a wave breaking against the shore.
I shuddered as the pleasure split me open, my release hitting me with an intensity that left me quietly gasping. Kaspar’s hand found mine, and I squeezed it so tight. He stayed with me through every pulse, swallowing everything I gave him until I was trembling with oversensitivity. Even when I was done, he continued to use that skilled tongue, licking every inch of me clean.
Just as I was about to beg him to stop, he finally pulled away. He looked up at me with such raw affection that it stole what little breath I had left. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“You’re…” I forced my breathing to steady, resting my head against the mast as I shuffled my pants back up. “Very good at that.” Then I braced myself, suddenly fearing he’d joke about having had lots of practice—because the idea of his mouth on anyone else made me feel sick.
He laughed softly, moving up to settle beside me. “Natural talent, I suppose.”
I pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Now it’s finally my turn,” I murmured against his skin.
We shuffled fairly awkwardly in the cramped confines of the crow’s nest, our limbs tangling as we tried to maneuver without disturbing my coat-curtain or sending either of us tumbling over the edge. The wooden platform creaked ominously beneath us as Kaspar backed against the central mast, his shoulders pressed against the weathered wood.
“That was more complicated than I imagined.” He laughed softly, reaching for his belt buckle.
I lightly smacked his hand away. “Allow me.”
My fingers worked the buckle open. I unfastened his trousers, then—gazing into his gorgeous green eyes—lowered myself until I was face-to-face with the waistband of his briefs. I shifted carefully, resting most of my weight on my arm and good leg, rather than my stump. Hooking my teeth over the elastic, I tugged down one side, then shifted to pull down the other, letting the fabric catch briefly on his erection before springing free.
Kaspar’s slender cock stood proudly at attention, flushed and eager against his stomach. I blew gently across the head, watching as he gasped, his fingers scrambling for purchase on my shoulders. In the silvery moonlight, I could see every detail—the perfect curve, the hint of moisture at the tip, the light ginger hair surrounding the base that matched the color on his head, though curlier, finer.
Despite my outward confidence, uncertainty gnawed at me. It had been years since I’d done this for anyone. What if I couldn’t match the exquisite pleasure he’d given me? The thought of disappointing him somehow made my stomach clench, but the way he looked at me—eyes dark with desire, lower lip caught between his teeth—bolstered my resolve.
“Max,” he whispered, the single syllable carrying a wealth of need that banished my hesitation.
I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the heat and weight of him against my palm. “Let me take care of you,” I murmured, and leaned forward to take him in one fluid motion, engulfing as much of his length as I could.
Kaspar’s sharp intake of breath was reward enough, but the feel of him in my mouth—the velvet smoothness over rigid heat—sent a renewed pulse of desire through me. I pulled back slowly, savoring the sensation of his skin against my tongue, before focusing my attention on the tip. I circled it deliberately,exploring the ridge with the edge of my tongue, learning what made his breath catch and his thighs tense.
Kaspar’s initial throaty hums quickly transformed into something far more obscene—gorgeously broken sounds that seemed torn from somewhere deep inside him. His fingers tangled in my hair, not guiding but clutching onto me, as if he might float away otherwise.
I couldn’t help but preen slightly. Clearly, I had nothing to worry about after all—the years hadn’t robbed me of this skill, at least.
Pulling back momentarily, I hissed, “You need to be quiet,” though I couldn’t keep the satisfaction from my voice.
“I… can’t….” he rasped. “I…”
His words dissolved into another moan as I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and applying just the right amount of suction. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and he let out a cry that echoed through the night so loudly the goddesses surely heard it.
