Page 35 of Kidnapped by the Pirate
Not since John had he had anyone so sweet. And as much as he would love to pummel Plum on his hands and knees, right then he’d rather ease him and sate his innocent craving. Reward that trust. They both wanted it, so why shouldn’t they steal pleasure where they could?
He took Plum’s hand and poured oil over his fingers, the scent of coconut sweet and cloying. “Open yourself for me.”
Eagerly, Plum reached behind, then tensed, a gasp on his lips. “You won’t fit,” he blurted.
Cock painfully hard, Hawk drew small circles on Plum’s firm thighs with his fingertips, avidly watching the flex of Plum’s muscles. “Slowly. Have you fucked yourself like this before?”
“Yes. But it will take too long to go slowly.” Plum whimpered, eyes fluttering and mouth parting. “Just fuck me now. Do it.”
“Patience.” Aside from not wanting to tear him open, Hawk’s blood roared watching him work, even though his hole and fingers were hidden from view. It made it more exciting that he couldn’t see, the anticipation growing, every moan and sigh sending tinder sparks to his bollocks.
“Please, it’s enough.” Plum withdrew his slick hand and leaned onto Hawk’s chest. His face creased as if he were pained. “Please.”
Hawk oiled his own cock, then took hold of Plum’s hips and guided him onto it, the head nudging that tight opening. “Is this what you desire?”
In answer, Plum closed his eyes and bravely sank down, taking in the whole head of Hawk’s prick, his eyes watering as he gasped. “Oh!” A flush spread down his chest, and Hawk traced it with his fingertips, circling Plum’s nipples, eliciting a shameless moan.
Inch by inch, Plum lowered himself, Hawk holding his hips steady again, easing some of his weight and biting back a groan. That tight, perfect heat enclosed him—embraced him, the pressure almost too good. He couldn’t remember the last time fucking had been like this. Normally he barely looked at the other man, but with Plum, he was riveted.
He watched as emotions played over Plum’s face—pain, wonder, exhilaration. Such a dauntless young man, boldly taking what he desired. The heat of him gripping Hawk was exquisite, and sweat beaded on Hawk’s forehead as he struggled to keep control.
Had Hawk been so fearless his first time? It had been rushed and awkward and painful, though John had taken as much care as possible. Hawk was struck by the thought that he didn’t want to hurt Plum, which was idiocy.
He might have to kill him.
His breath caught and muscles seized, and Plum opened his eyes, almost all the way impaled on Hawk’s prick, trembling, a tear hovering on his lashes.
Hawk should roll him over onto his hands and knees and fuck him the way he would an anonymous man on the beach in Nassau in the dead of night. Instead he nearly reached up to wipe the tear away before it could run down Plum’s red cheek.
Thankfully, Plum swiped at it first, gritting his teeth as he fully seated himself, not backing off. He looked down, then up at Hawk, an incredulous, giddy smile blooming over his face. “It fits,” he breathed. “I have a cock inside me.” He ran his palm over Hawk’s chest, leaving sparks in his wake. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”
His smile flickered, brow creasing as he breathed harder, and Hawk could practically see the dogs of shame giving chase in Plum’s mind. Plum murmured, “I know I shouldn’t. And with you, of all men. Yet…” He rolled his hips experimentally. “Lord, it feels so good.” Taking a deep breath, he nodded. “I shall have this. I will not be denied.”
Hawk found himself smiling, warm satisfaction flowing through him to be not only the first man to breach that untouched arse, but the one to give Plum that which he’d craved and denied himself. It filled a need in Hawk so deep he hadn’t known it existed.
He’d been patient, but he needed to touch. Plum’s prick had flagged somewhat. Hawk poured a glug of oil into his palm and smoothed it over the shaft, gratified by the clench of Plum’s arse, his long moan, and the way his cock responded almost immediately, swelling back up.
Hawk stroked him and ran his right hand up and down Plum’s side, then over his nipples, tweaking them, teasing. “You’ve imagined this before? Being fucked by a man’s cock?”
“Oh yes.” His eyes were dark with lust, feverish and bold.
Hawk took Plum’s hips and thrust up sharply. Plum threw his head back, arching like a bow, crying out, little sounds falling from his open lips, a desperate, heady song. It reverberated deeply through Hawk, and he dedicated himself to seeing Plum utterly go to pieces on his prick.
Trying to find just the right spot, Hawk experimented until he brushed the swollen nub perfectly, and Plum nearly snapped in half, whipping forward to lean over him.
