Chapter Eight #2
I thrilled at being his silent supplicant, a vessel for his pleasure, to be used as he willed.
As roughly as he often treated me, he made sure I could grab air and was mostly enjoying the proceedings.
He paused at intervals so I could collect myself, then resumed the demeaning treatment, his pleasure showing on his face, the solid length of him all the motivation I needed.
He whimpered and sighed as he used me and finally pushed right in and groaned as he filled my throat with his seed. His mouth formed an O, and he blinked through the haze of his ecstasy at me, my willing participation a necessity to his culmination.
I put on a show of gagging and letting his fluid leak out of my open mouth, even though I could have swallowed. I pretended I was having a difficult time in order to give him the satisfaction of making me struggle.
He stroked my cheek and praised me as he withdrew and let me take gasping breaths to recover.
“Good lad. Good lad. My pretty rooster likes having his throat used as a seed-bucket, doesn’t he?”
“Aye,” I breathed, licking my lips and wiping his spend off my chin with the back of my hand. “Any part of me, really. Use me, Captain. Fill me, please.”
He urged me to my feet and took my face in his hands, kissing me with passion, swirling his tongue in my mouth to taste his own spend. I clutched his shoulders and responded in kind, letting him invade me this way and giving my own back.
He reached down and stroked my cock.
“Mmm. Randy again, are we?”
“Always,” I said. “I need to be fucked, Captain. Please fuck me.”
He chuckled. “I’m not as young as you. Give me a moment to rally.”
“Fine,” I sighed.
“Up on the bed you go, Rooster. Lie down and spread those legs for me.”
I did as he’d bid, and in a moment he’d settled between my thighs and spread me with his thumbs. I rose up on my elbows as he swiped his tongue over my hole.
“Oh…fuck.” I hissed with the pleasure of the sensation, then gasped.
“Stay still, or I’ll tie you down.”
“Promises, promises.”
“My God. You even have freckles here,” he said with amazement, pressing his fingertip into the soft skin of my inner buttock. “And here.”
“Well, I wouldn’t know. Can’t see back there.”
He chuckled and began to lick and suck me, turning me into a quivering pool of desperation.
I moaned and wriggled under this attention, Dinesh leaning his weight on one of my thighs and clasping the other as he assailed me. By the time he let up, he was breathing hard, and I was out of my mind.
“There we go,” he said. The sound of flesh on flesh made me crane my neck and look behind me, to see Dinesh giving his cock vicious pulls as he got up on the bed.
“Up on your knees, but keep your chest down. Arch your back. That’s right. Keep those legs spread.”
“Aye. Aye.”
I panted into the bed sheets, my eyes wide, waiting for the captain to breach me and give me the fucking I deserved. Needed.
We’d managed some quiet manoeuvres a few times on Talamanca but with sensitivity to our surroundings. Now we could go at our games with abandon, and I had a feeling Dinesh was about to.
Sure enough, fingers slick with oil rubbed at my entrance and pushed inside, deep and probing, as I cried out with pleasure.
“Feel good?”
“Oh, aye. Yes. So good.”
He soon had two, and then three fingers inside me, and pumped me hard in preparation for his ready ramrod.
When he finally entered me I hiccupped a curse and clutched the bed sheets as that weapon of a cock split me apart.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
He went deep, then pulled almost all the way out and slid back in.
“Tell me how that feels, Rooster. Having my cock inside you…”
“Like I’ve got a tree trunk up my arse.”
He chuckled, then moaned. “Lovely. Let’s try this…”
I wondered what he meant, then felt him pull part-way out. Something poked at my rim and circled his buried cock.
“What are you…”
“Can you take my finger and my cock?”
My brain exploded. “I…what?”
I felt the tip of his finger rubbing me and pushing at me and I didn’t think the idea would work and I wondered how the manoeuvre would feel. And then his finger went in.
My arsehole stretched impossibly, and I wondered as to the point of the whole thing, except that Dinesh got quite excited.
“Oh my God. Yes, yes. Look at you.”
He slid his finger into me beside his cock, and the sensation was strange and indescribable.
I gave myself up to him and his wants as he fucked me with his cock and one finger.
He moved slowly at first and then faster, until with a groan he finished and collapsed over me with an ecstatic cry, the digit still buried in my arse beside his twitching cock.
I groaned, trying to rub myself off against the mattress and almost there, when Dinesh withdrew his cock and slipped three fingers in.
“Tend to yourself, Rooster. I want to watch you finish like this.”
I leaned to the side and found my cock with my hand, pulling and jerking as Dinesh fucked me with his fingers and stroked that particular spot. I spent with a curse and a yell, my muscles tensing, my body jerking uncontrollably as the pleasure took me.
Dinesh collapsed on the bed beside me and threw an affectionate arm over my back.
“You are a treasure. I’ve never done that before.”
“Fucked a man with more than your cock, you mean?”
“Yes. What else would I mean?” He gazed at me. “Have you done that before?”
“Oh, aye, that was my specialty on Jamaica. Only sometimes the fella’s mate would do the honours.”
The look on his face.
“Nah, I’m only joking. I ain’t ever done that before.”
Dinesh sighed and laughed, staring at the ceiling. “You are trouble, you are.”
“I told you that. And you married me.”
“Oh God, what have I done?” he asked, slapping a hand over his eyes.
I turned and leaned over him, prying his hand up so I could give him a shit-eating grin.
“Made the best move of your life?”
“Clearly.”
“Fuck,” I cursed.
“What now?”
“I’m hungry.”
He laughed. “We’ll get something to eat, then.”
“But I was a moment ago thinking we’d hole up here and need nothing but each other.” I sighed with defeat.
“A bold idea. However, as potent as I am, I doubt I could keep your belly full.”
“I’m sure you could keep it full of…something. From the back, I mean.”
“You naughty thing.”
“Anyway,” I yawned.
“Hmm?”
“I suppose we need to wash and get some food.”
“Very well.”
“Only one of us needs go, I suppose...” I said, hinting that Captain Martin could throw on some pants and go to the galley.
“Wonderful. See if you can get something other than fish, will you?”
Blast. I forced myself to stand and went to the washstand, where I did my best to clean myself with the damp cloth and the water and soap.
Dinesh watched me with interest.
“What?”
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Rooster? I think the sun on the beach has increased the count of your freckles. And I love each and every one of them.”
“You know, you don’t have to romance me. Simply tell me you want another go when I get back, and I’m in.”
He smiled. “I will never tire of praising you, my dear lad. Because I love how my kind words bring a blush to your cheeks and a shy smile to your mouth.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. So I only grinned, winked, and left him.