CASPIAN
Stolen moments. That’s all we’ve been able to have since leaving Foxhollow.
And by stolen moments, I mean one of us would drag the other into a dark corner and we’d make out, maybe get a little handsy and then get interrupted.
Not nearly enough to satisfy the craving for Blackwell that has settled under my skin like an addiction.
I run into him coming down the hallway towards his cabin and grab him, dragging him into a nearby store room. I shove the door closed and we collide, our kiss frantic as though we’ve been starved of air and are finally getting to breathe.
“I don’t have long,” Blackwell says against my lips. “I have to go over charts with Lan.”
“Lan can fucking wait his turn,” I growl.
I shove him back against the wall and kiss along his jaw.
He inhales sharply, stifling a groan. His fingers twist in my hair as my teeth sink into his skin.
I yank the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and slide my hands across bare skin, feeling his abs bunch beneath my fingers.
With a grumble of need, Blackwell turns us, forcing my back against the wall.
A thrill runs through me—I love when he takes control.
His hand goes to my cock as his tongue wars with mine.
He nips my lip and comes away flushed and panting.
His eyes are dark, smoldering with need that matches my own.
My breathing is erratic, my touch still running over his skin reveling in the scars and smooth muscle, mapping it out like my own personal chart.
He looks down at the bulge he’s caressing and unties the laces.
“I thought you said you don’t have time,” I say breathlessly.
“I’m the Captain aren’t I?” He drops to his knees. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
I inhale sharply. “What are you doing?”
We haven’t done this yet—as far as I know, he’s never done this.
“No more talking—unless it’s my name on your tongue, or you’re calling out to God—”
I chuckle darkly. “I have the devil on his knees for me, God can kindly fuck right off.”
He finishes undoing my pants and pulls them down just enough to free my cock.
Wrapping his hand around me, he strokes me roughly.
A soft groan escapes as I sink back against the wall.
His eyes jump to mine—holy fuck does he look good on his knees for me.
The anticipation is killing me—I’m sure of it. I’m impossibly hard in his hand.
James doesn’t look away as he takes me into his mouth. My hand slides into his hair as I push my hips forward, unable to resist.
“Fuck, James,” I gasp.
He slides me out of his mouth, sucking my head before going back down.
And he doesn’t stop this time but goes until my cock hits the back of his throat and goes further still.
I hiss in pleasure, a strangled curse escaping again.
He does this a few more times until I’m shaking against the wall, my breathing heavy and my fingers tangled in a death grip in his hair.
He takes me out of his mouth long enough to smirk.
“Fuck my throat, Cas,” he demands.
The nickname sends me higher. Chills race across my skin at the intimacy of a simple name.
“Damnit, you’re going to be the death of me, James,” I mutter.
But I slide my other hand into his hair and do as I’m told. Sweat beads on my forehead in an effort to hold back my impending unraveling. I see him pull his dick out and he strokes himself hard and fast, in tandem with my thrusts down his throat.
“Don’t waste any of that come, Captain,” I pant.
His eyes darken, heavy with lust. I feel his other hand tug lightly on my balls before he slides them back to my ass. My breathing stutters.
“Goddamn—” I groan.
His fingers don’t penetrate but tease around the edge.
It sends me shoving forward, searching for more.
The look on his face is a command to use him—he’s controlling my pleasure—it’s his, and his alone.
The rumble of a moan vibrates through my length and I choke on a curse while he chokes on my cock.
He groans and as he comes, I watch the pleasure bleed across his face.
It’s enough to send me spiraling into the abyss as I spill down his throat.
James sucks me through it until I’m shaking with sensitivity. I clutch his hair and stop him with a grunt, my breath falling from me in short gusts. The aftershocks of pleasure rush up my spine and when my eyes clash with his—something jolts in my chest.
He rises to his feet and his hand slides into my hair, yanking my head back.
I open my mouth and he lets his come drip out of his fist into my mouth.
His taste explodes across my tongue. I take it all and when he lets me lower my head, I meet his gaze—a storm of intensity barrels into me making my breath catch.
He’s looking at me like he wants to consume me.
We step closer at the same time, our lips meeting in a kiss that’s heavy.
Our tongues tangle and I can taste myself there—our combined flavor heady and intoxicating.
We finally part to catch our breath and when our eyes meet again, I know something happened here—something to deepen whatever this is between us.
A scowl slowly begins to slide across his face but it’s different—it’s not him freaking out.
“I really need to go now,” he grumbles, sounding like he doesn’t want to at all.
He lets his hand fall away, but not before brushing his thumb across my jaw in a gesture that’s intimate and sends sparks crackling through the air. I know if I don’t step away now, we’re never leaving this room.
My heart does a weird thing in my chest at the look on his face so to lighten things up, I smirk and turn towards the door. “If this is you ‘figuring it out’ I’m in trouble.”
I’m just about to pull the door open when his hand slams it shut again. I turn and look at him curiously, his face is inches from mine, his eyes intense.
“What does that mean?” He demands gruffly. “Was it not good?”
I raise my eyebrows and my lips twist in a grin.
“Not good? Fuck—did I look like I wasn’t having a good time?
” His eyes narrow and I snake a hand around to the nape of his neck, my smile softening.
“I’m trying to say, that was so good it didn’t seem like your first time giving head.
” The apprehension falls from his face. I steal another kiss and chuckle against his lips. “God, you’re adorable sometimes.”
He pulls back with a scowl. “First cute, now adorable ? ”
I nod. “Yup—deal with it.”
“Whatever,” he mutters.
This time he lets me pull open the door and I step out into the deserted hallway. James follows after me and starts to head towards his cabin but I grab his arm to stop him, not liking the frown on his face.
“But to be even more clear—” I bite my lip and give him a slow once over.
“There was nothing adorable about the way you opened your throat for me.” I watch his eyes darken.
“There was nothing adorable about seeing the powerful Stormbreaker on his knees for me.” My voice dropped further and I lean closer.
“And there was certainly nothing adorable about the look in your eyes as you fed me your come.”
A shudder runs through him and it sends a thrill through me. I shrug, dispelling the moment as I pull back. “Anyway, just because I call you cute and adorable doesn’t also mean you’re not sexy as fuck, Captain, and apparently a natural at giving great head.”
“Fuck off,” he says, but there’s no heat in it and I see the humor glisten in his eyes now.
I hold up my hands. “I’m just saying, I’ll reassure you until my last breath how much I can’t get enough of you and what you do to me. But I’m also never going to stop giving you shit about ‘figuring it out’ because I also like seeing you blush way too much.”
“I don’t blush,” he scoffs.
“You do, and it’s one of my favorite things about you.”
“You’re impossible,” he mutters, but I see him hide a smile as he goes to walk away again.
“James—” I wait for him to turn, reluctant to part ways yet. “Come find me later?”
There’s a brief moment of intimacy shared between us in the quiet hallway.
I marvel at how all I want to do is close the distance and rush back to him.
I want to drag him back into that room for a repeat because without touching him, I feel adrift.
The nod he gives me sends damn butterflies through my stomach making me feel giddy and I know I won’t be able to get him out of my mind.
Especially when he drags his bottom lip through his teeth, giving me a sly look before turning to really leave this time.
Bastard . I can’t wipe the grin from my face as I head the opposite direction, knowing the man is nothing if not deliberate and for all my teasing, whatever this is between us, doesn’t really feel like an experiment and not for the first time, I wonder what the fuck that means.