Page 42 of Found at Sea
“A conch?” he asked, outlining it with his finger. Questions swam in his green eyes as he regarded me. “I expected something more…”
“Violent?” I guessed.
“No.” He shook his head before looking at the mark again. “Well, not really. Perhaps a skull or a sword.”
“If it is a sword you require, I know how to provide you one,” I said, gripping his hips and grinding mine upward.
Fletcher closed his eyes and a soft sigh escaped his parted lips. Fortunately, the discussion of my mark was all but forgotten as he captured my lips again.
I unfastened his shirt before tossing it aside and reaching for his pants to do the same.
Once both of our clothes were shed, I ran my hand down his spine, loving the feel of his warm skin. I leaned up and kissed the base of his neck before leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites down his chest. My cock ached and I yearned to be buried deep inside him.
However, his expression took me out of the cloud of lust.
He appeared nervous as he sat on top of me, his length pressing to mine and his hands planted on my chest.
“I’m not sure what to do,” he confessed in a soft voice.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I flipped him to his back and hovered over him. He grinned as he looked up at me, and behind his grin was the shyness from before.
I’d never seen anyone more beautiful and more endearing than the redheaded beauty in my arms. While I craved his body with a fierceness I’d never before known, I also wanted his first time to be something he remembered with fondness.
I didn’t want to hurt him by rushing into sex. No matter how greatly I ached for a release.
Without breaking eye contact with him, I slid down his body until his cock was near my mouth. His eyes widened as it dawned on him what I was about to do. Gripping his base, I slowly pressed his tip between my lips. He wasn’t that big, so I was able to slide him in and out of my mouth almost all the way.
“Ah!” Fletcher’s fingers matted in my hair. I continued sucking him and was rewarded with more of his moans. “Captain Fl—er, Kellan. I’ve never felt—”
His next words were cut off by a gasp. I’d begun massaging his sac as I’d flicked his tip with my tongue. Giving another man pleasure in this way was something I hadn’t done in a very long time. And oh how I enjoyed it with Fletcher.
He cried out as his body shuddered beneath me. His release sprang from his tip, and I swallowed every drop. The orgasm had hit him fast, which was a clear sign that I had, indeed, been the first one to touch him.
Pleased by the thought, I smiled. The dazed look in his eyes was a wondrous sight to behold because I’d been the one to do that to him. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before crawling back up his body and pulling him into my arms.
He tucked his head in the crevice of my neck and draped his arm across my torso.
The feel of him cuddling into me caused that fluttering in my stomach again. I wasn’t sure what surprised me most: me enjoying having him in my arms or that he wanted to be there.
“Can we do that again?” he asked, still breathless.
“Not yet,” I answered, gliding my fingers along his side. His hair tickled my cheek, and I pressed my face closer, breathing him in. He smelled of flowers, even though we’d been on the sea for weeks. “You’ll need a moment’s rest for what I have planned for ya, boy. I plan to ravage you ‘til dawn.”
“Promise?” His green eyes flickered up to me, and within their depths I saw his excitement.
“Aye.”
Once he’d caught his breath and had time to rest, I angled myself over him again. Staring down into his too innocent face, my head screamed about how wrong it was to take this piece of him. Yet my heart encouraged me…as did my still hardened cock.
“Will it hurt?” he asked in a voice that matched the nervous gleam in his eyes.
“Only for a moment,” I answered, stroking his cheek with my forefinger.
To ensure my words rang true, I moved back down his body. He watched me but didn’t say anything. I kissed around his navel before going lower and nipping at his hip bone. Fletcher fidgeted under my touch, and a primal need to take him possessed me.
But not before I opened him.
After wetting a finger between my lips, I swirled it around his entrance. He jolted and tensed at the contact, but when I started sucking his cock again, he relaxed once more. Still tasting his salty flavor on my tongue, I replaced my finger at his hole and started working him there as well, trying to loosen him.
