Chapter 15 #2
“I’m fine,” he said, his mouth twisting into a pleased smile that shifted to seductive the longer I let my hand linger.
“Just feel like my head is about to explode,” he added.
“A hangover from the drugs, no doubt. My shift is out of reach, so they must have dosed me with the inhibitor again, too.” That was bad, because it meant he couldn’t slip out of these shackles.
I still hadn’t found a key for them, so there was no way to open them the normal way.
Lockpicking—my only other option—was probably well within Flack’s skill range, but I’d missed that class.
Reaching up, I shifted my hands along his shoulders beneath his hair, feeling the back of his head.
His hair was so soft and silky, somehow tangle-free after all he’d been up to.
He held still as I touched him, his mouth tilted into a sinful little smirk.
He was so damn pleased about this, about me touching him.
It was very tempting to wipe that smirk right off his face.
Pay him back a little for all the flirting and touching he’d done to me…
Wouldn’t that stun him if I actually did the naughty thing he’d suggested when he woke, mount his lap?
I’d thrown my leg across his thighs before I could curb the impulse, and then I was actually sitting astride him.
He groaned, his whole body jerking beneath me, pelvis canting up.
“Ah, blazing stars, Irena! Yes, sit in my lap, beautiful.” Like he couldn’t stop himself, he rubbed against me, his hips undulating beneath my thighs.
His cock was growing firm inside his pants, as massive as I remembered.
A moan slipped out, and briefly, I didn’t know if it was me making that sound.
I dislodged a dart with my fingers then, which had been tangled in his long hair and gone unnoticed.
It slid down his chest and landed in my lap between us.
We both looked down, but I was pretty sure his eyes snagged on my boobs instead and stuck there.
His eyes blazed blue, and his cock kicked in his pants, twitching against my bare thighs through the firm armor.
“Oh, fuck…” I muttered. Then I actually thought it: fuck it, why not?
Why not do exactly what he’d suggested? This might be our last day together.
We were plotting an escape from nasty, murderous pirates…
This could be my last day alive. Why not do something incredible while I still had the chance?
I had hold of the hem of my dress and yanked it over my head, the forgotten dart flying into a corner with a clatter.
Forced to go braless, the bodice of the dress offered only a little support; now my breasts spilled free.
I was clad only in a pair of ragged panties I’d handwashed.
The way Flack responded, I might as well have been wearing the finest silk.
There was no doubt that the heat scorching my skin, just from the way he looked at me, was real.
Every line of his handsome face was etched with desire.
He even mindlessly yanked on the chains that shackled his wrists, as if he were desperate to touch me.
I was no virgin, but in any past sexual encounters, I’d never been the one in charge.
With him chained up, it was my task to move this along if I wanted to, and that sent a thrill down my spine.
It definitely thrilled him too, because his groan was so deep it came out almost as a growl.
“Please,” he said. “I’m at your mercy.” Yes, he was.
This morning he’d been the one in charge, and I’d left that encounter stunned, satisfied, and with the lingering taste of his seed engraved on my brain.
The only thing this boiled down to was: did I trust him?
Trust him enough to take him into my body?
I slipped away, and he fought the chains.
It was power, my power. He could not reach me, which meant that if I wanted to, I could leave at any moment.
My hands dropped to my panties, and I shimmied out of them.
Flack’s eyes glowed so bright a blue that the light reflected against the wide white band that bisected much of his face.
When I began moving toward him again, he widened his legs, making space for me between them.
As much of a mystery as his pants were when it came to pockets, I quickly discovered that freeing his cock was not nearly as difficult.
He had not touched me; we hadn’t even kissed yet, but already my folds were soaked with my own excitement.
He was beyond gorgeous, spread out on the cot, waiting for me.
Though he’d calmed, the growl quieting, the tension in his body hadn’t lessened.
It felt like he’d slipped into predator mode, staring at me like he really was a fox about to jump on a little mouse.
He even licked his lip, and the cock I’d carefully freed from his pants kicked and slapped, leaving a wet smear against his ridged abdomen.
“Beautiful mate… Your scent is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted,” he said, his voice dropping back into the seductive tones I knew so well with him.
Trailing my hand along his thigh, I stepped closer, and I wondered if it would hurt when he stretched me, or if I’d like it.
My belly twisted with desire at the thought, so I braced myself with one hand on his shoulder and climbed back into his lap.
“Yessss,” he hissed, his body shifting to accommodate me.
It was still a shock when his cock lifted and twitched, touching sensitive folds I’d only recently been reminded of.
The pleasure was intense from just that touch of the silk-covered steel of his erection.
He was not the only one who hissed, and this time I jerked, my legs slipping against his.
A foot landed on the cot, and I scrambled to hold on, my arms sliding entirely around his neck.
“Sit,” he growled. I didn’t listen, raising my face to kiss him instead.
That, he gladly gave into, and I let the moment drag on, secure in the embrace.
Then he rubbed against me with his hips, and pleasure went from languid and budding to wild and powerful.
Oh, this was just like before. He wasn’t even able to properly touch me, and he still knew how to entice me, seduce my body until any reservations fled.
His hips nudged his cock against my sensitive clit in gentle, undulating motions that rapidly saw me fly apart.
“Ssssh, quiet, or the guards will hear you, little Tikai,” he warned, slanting his mouth over mine to drown out the sound of my surprised moan.
It didn’t feel like I was quite in control any longer, but I hardly cared.
With the last remnants of my orgasm still flooding my body, I finally found purchase with my knees on the cot, on either side of his legs.
I rose, and when I saw the dare in his eyes, accepted that challenge with a little growl of my own.
I folded one hand around his erection before I could change my mind, and lifted it to press the tip against my slick opening.
I had grown tight from the orgasm, but the silky, smooth heat of his cockhead felt so good I rapidly softened.
He’d seemed massive, but to my surprise it was not as difficult as I expected to sink down on him, inch by slow inch.
My thighs trembled with the strain, my hands clawed at the back of his neck, and I’d forgotten about kissing him.
My only focus was on how it looked, and felt, to take his thick cock into me.