Page 34 of Kidnapped by the Pirate
Yet his craving would not be denied. Hawk would leave it up to Plum. Teasing back the hood from his cock, he asked, “Does it make your prick hard, to watch me?” For the space of too many heartbeats, each faster and faster, he was afraid there would be no reply.
Then, from the darkness, a breathy answer. “Yes.”
Relief shouldn’t have sweetened his veins, but it flowed. It was unwise to play these games with his prisoner—his bounty. But really, what better revenge than deflowering Bainbridge’s son? What a blow to the snake’s pride that would be.
And if it gave Hawk the opportunity to touch those trim muscles, to taste and explore… All the better. A slow smile lifted his lips. “Do you want a closer look?”
On tentative feet, Plum neared, wide eyes darting between Hawk’s face and his cock. Bending up his left leg with his foot flat on the mattress, Hawk ignored the twinging from his stitches and rocked his hips, his body afire, in danger of being consumed by Plum’s gaze alone—by the longing in it.
If it was false, Plum belonged on the London stage. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he licked his lips before blurting, “I want… If I should die, first I want…” He seemed to be searching for the right words before croaking, “I don’t want to die like this.”
“Like what?” Hawk raked his gaze down Plum’s body and up again. The shirt was hanging loosely, obscuring the tenting of his breeches, but Hawk was certain he was hard. Oh, he ached to see that swelling cock, to behold the evidence of Plum’s desire.
Plum opened and closed his mouth with a snap, and Hawk put him out of his scarlet-cheeked misery. “A virgin?”
Sighing, Plum nodded. “I’ve been too afraid.”
Hawk’s blood sang, a primal, possessive urge galloping through him. “Truly, no man ever bent you? No lady slipped her hand into your breeches behind the rosebushes, or whore plied her trade?”
“Never. I don’t want a lady. Or a whore. Only a man. I don’t know why, but it’s always been like that for me.”
His innocence was as intoxicating as the damn rum, and Hawk reached out his hand and crooked his finger.
Adam’s apple bobbing, Plum took another step, still out of reach. “Is it… Would you rather have a woman? Or…” he whispered, eyes shining with unmistakable hope, “Are you like me? Unnatural?”
It was absurd to betray any truth, yet thinking of John earlier had stirred up the memories of how it had felt to know such fear and loneliness for the crime of one’s own nature. He found himself nodding.
But his desire wasn’t selfless—far from it. The urge to be the first to plunder that sweet, tight arse beat in Hawk like a war drum, and it was all he could do to keep himself in check.
Leaving his hard prick alone for the moment, lest he embarrass himself, he caressed his nipples instead, satisfied when Plum’s gaze followed his fingers.
Hawk said, “I tried a woman once. Friction took its course. But it wasn’t like this.” He took hold of his shaft again, thumbing over the head. “Do you want me to show you? How it can be between two men?”
Jerking his head in a nod, Plum yanked off his clothing and tossed it aside bravely. His long, slim prick stood straight out from a nest of dark curls, bollocks heavy between his legs. Tension rippled through his lean muscles, and in the fading lamplight his flesh was golden, light-brown hair scattered thinly over his chest and body. His nipples were a dusky rose, peaked without being touched.
And oh, how Hawk wanted to touch.
Plum licked his lips. “What should I do?”
“Get the bottle of oil from the middle drawer of my desk. Then come here.” Instead of creeping hesitantly, Plum rushed to the desk and then the bed, eyes raking Hawk up and down. Hawk put both hands behind his head and raised an eyebrow. “Well?”
With a sharp inhalation, Plum climbed up over him. They both shuddered as their naked flesh met, and Hawk took hold of Plum’s hips, tempted to plunge right up into him but keeping himself in check.
“Like…like this?” Plum asked, straddling him, strung tight. Surely frightened, but pressing on, at the edge of the precipice and ready to leap. His muscles quivered, excitement lighting his honey eyes, and Hawk wondered if he looked similar when he ran.
“Is this right?” Plum gazed at Hawk with such openness, asking for guidance, trusting despite every reason he shouldn’t. A little furrow appeared between Plum’s brows. “Does it work like this? Or should I be on my hands and knees? Like…like an animal?”
And despite every fucking reason he shouldn’t, Hawk found himself opening too, enticed by Plum’s innocence. He smiled up at him, running soothing hands over his tense thighs. “It works in all sorts of ways.”
