Page 39 of Kidnapped by the Pirate
With his other hand, Hawk pressed Nathaniel’s head down, the polished wood smooth against his left cheek. “Did you want him to fuck you?”
He gasped, lungs burning. The word escaped, a ragged whisper. “Yes.”
Hawk’s fingers splayed over the side of Nathaniel’s face, thumb invading his mouth. The skin was rough and callused, and Nathaniel sucked desperately, his cock rock-hard. He whimpered when Hawk withdrew his hand.
“Did you even know what it was you wanted?” Hawk slid his wet thumb between Nathaniel’s arse cheeks, pushing the tip into his hole. His right hand was still an iron band around Nathaniel’s wrist.
As Hawk stretched him with his thumb, Nathaniel’s knees almost gave out. “Yes. I knew how… I saw a stallion mount a mare once, and I knew I wanted that.” Hawk groaned and mumbled something he couldn’t make out, and Nathaniel went on. “I wasn’t quite sure if it worked the same with men, but I…”
“Wanted?” He shoved his thick thumb inside.
Swallowing a cry, Nathaniel answered, “Yes.” His shoulder burned, twisted arm tingling.
“And now you know exactly what it is you want.”
“Yes,” he groaned.
When Hawk pulled his thumb free and released his wrist, Nathaniel’s cheeks went hot. He was bent and displayed, breeches around his knees. He should push himself up and flee—not that he could go far. But he could tell Hawk to go straight to the devil for manipulating him this way.
Yet he remained motionless, his arm still behind his back, legs spread, flushed cheek against the cool desk. He blinked at the bookcase, the titles on the spines too far away to read even if they didn’t confound him.
He wanted this. To hell with his pride. To hell with worrying about his fate or Hawk’s role in it. No man truly knew what tomorrow would bring. Today Nathaniel was alive, and he would get fucked as many times as he could.
God, he wanted to be mounted and pounded with the power of cannon fire until his teeth rattled, until he was bruised and spent. He whimpered. “Please?”
For an awful, soul-crushing moment, he thought Hawk would leave him hard and aching. Humiliated. Then the exotic scent of the oil they’d used the night before filled the air and fabric rustled.
Nathaniel exhaled in relief, the thrilling edge of fear returning as Hawk did, his rod thick, slick with oil, pressing against Nathaniel’s entrance. Fingers dug into his arse cheeks, spreading him. Nathaniel held his breath as Hawk pushed just inside, prick like steel and too big.
But the knowledge that Hawk was hard for him set his head spinning with exhilaration and possibilities. Hawk clearly wanted him, despite his transparent attempts at maintaining distance.
Could Nathaniel make himself valuable enough to be spared if the time came? Could the tenuous, flickering connection between them be stoked into a fire with embers that never grew cold? If he could peel away the Sea Hawk’s defenses and reach the man beneath, could there be something real?
Nathaniel’s hole already burned, sore and raw from the night before. But it mattered not—he wanted Hawk inside him again more than anything. The pain somehow intensified the tight pull of pleasure in his groin.
Hawk took hold of his right hand where it was still folded against his lower back. “Good boy.”
As pride swelled in Nathaniel, Hawk straightened his cramped, almost-numb arm, pinning it to the desk by his head, then doing the same with his left arm. Then Hawk’s heat returned as he leaned over to speak in Nathaniel’s ear.
“Tell me. What is it you want, Plum?”
“Your cock. All of it.”
“Hmm.” Hawk was barely inside him. He pushed another inch. “What do you want me to do with my cock?”
Nathaniel gritted his teeth. “Fuck me with it, you son of a bitch!”
Laughter booming, Hawk thrust in to the hilt, driving the air out of him like a bellows. Pain flared, but as Hawk fucked him, bollocks slapping Nathaniel’s arse, the torment became exquisite. Nathaniel was well and truly pinned, by his wrists and with Hawk’s prick filling him.
It still didn’t seem possible something so big could fit, and he was undone by it, limbs jelly, everything in the world narrowed to the cock stretching him, the iron grips around his wrists, the warm blasts of Hawk’s grunts. Nathaniel moaned, “Oh, yes. I have yearned for this so long.”
He realized some of the guttural noises he heard came from his own throat, his lips parted as he was fucked like a dog. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to, and the thought only made his balls tighten.
His throbbing, leaking cock was pinned against the desk, rutting against the wood as Hawk slammed into him. “Please,” he begged.
“Would your good and proper tutor ever have given you what you needed?” Hawk punctuated his question with an extra-vicious thrust. “Would he fill you with his seed?”
