Chapter 16 #5
It was almost like his groin wanted to escape what she was doing to him as the intensity of his own orgasm blew through him. Feeling her ride him while he did it was nigh overwhelming.
Alister had lost his mind.
When he was done, he didn’t even get the chance to collect his addled brain, to regret his lack of caution, or to bloody care, because even though her walls had stopped squeezing him, she continued to move.
It lashed his body with heavy aftershocks, his cock so sensitive now, it felt like she was trying to kill him as movement robbed him of breath.
Rosetta didn’t know.
He quickly rolled up to sit, grabbing her hips and settling her before she destroyed him completely. Hugging her to him, he buried his sweat-covered face against the side of her neck, trying to catch his choking breaths.
“What about you?”
“I already came, Rosie,” he said quietly.
Shit, calling her that feels nice. So nice that it didn’t make sense.
He wanted to cringe at how she might react, wanted to wince at what he had done, but he was too satisfied to feel an ounce of regret... just like the last time he’d done it back in Tortaya.
“Inside?”
He was going to be in trouble for this. He promised he wouldn’t do it again, but experiencing this woman lose herself on top of him was just too much.
“I don’t think you should ride me anymore when I’m drunk.”
He obviously couldn’t control himself and he knew, deep down, if she kept doing it, he’d probably keep losing all sense of reason and fill her again. Even with his mind hazy, his vision blurrier than when he was sober, he knew it was the truth.
He didn’t understand what it was about the way she felt that got him stupid. I don’t make this mistake with other women. So why her?
“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully. “Once can’t be too bad.”
He gave a sigh of relief, thankful she wasn’t going to berate him for it.
“It wasn’t last time.” He chuckled lightly.
She gave him a tiny, short laugh in return. They stayed motionless for a small while, holding onto each other’s sweat-slicked bodies.
“I like you cock-warming me, lass.”
It was the most intimate cuddle he’d ever received, holding her while nestled inside her warmth and wetness. He could feel her body thrumming around him, and all the sensations were keeping him hard.
When he pushed her hips down on him, he felt his semen squelch inside her, and he crinkled his nose. That wasn’t a sensation to which he was accustomed.
“You can be so soft sometimes,” she said, shaking her head.
What? He pulled his head back, teeth gritted teeth in anger, and gripped her jaw tightly.
“I’m never–”
He blinked, letting her go before he even finished his sentence. He realised she was complimenting him, not calling him weak, like his men would if they were to call him that. She was trying to call him sweet, which right now, he was trying to be.
“Thirsty?” She reached for the bottle of whiskey that had been beside them all along. He was sure his eye patch was somewhere around them as well.
She removed the cork to hand it to him. He wanted to deny it simply because the room was already swaying, his mind already muddled, his body already heavy.
He was on his ship, not in port. He wasn’t used to getting this intoxicated when he had to command his men in the morning. Already, he knew that was going to be a struggle, and his vision was already so impaired it wasn’t wise for him to continue.
He didn’t get the chance to deny it. When he didn’t take it, she tipped the bottle to his lips and started his drink for him. When deliciousness hit his tongue, he took it from her.
She placed her lips against the side of his neck, making his lids feel heavy while she pressed her fingers to the base of the bottle, keeping it upright until he had chugged the entire thing.
Letting it fall off the edge of the bed to roll away, he turned his face to take in the scent of her in a deep inhale.
Smells like her... and gardenia flowers.
“Is it time for more?” she whispered around kisses, grinding her hips against him.
He couldn’t help chuckling. She was just as bad as him.
“Oh aye,” he said, lifting her and slamming her back against the bed while he was still inside her. “Horny bitch.”
He didn’t wait, didn’t want to. He gave a measured thrust, his teeth gnashing when he hit hard and deep.
Why can’t I get enough of her?
He brought his hips back and thrust into her again, making her bounce beneath him, and he stared down at her, bracing his weight on straightened arms.
He shook his head, his brows furrowing as his mind hammered. As excited as he was, thrilled she was going to take him again and again tonight, there was a part of him that constantly ate at the back of his mind.
It was there, always in the back of his conscience, when he was with her and when he wasn’t, when he was busy or had free time.
Alister wanted to know why he couldn’t stop with her, why he had a never-ending need for her. No matter how many times he took her, it was never enough, and didn’t seem like it would ever be.
Why did her smell make him feel so drugged? It made him mindless. The way she moaned for him, clung to him when she was beneath him, tore at him when he was in the moment.
Why did looking at her and all the beauty she held standing on a moving ship in the sun make something strange and foreign swirl in his chest?
“N-not so hard,” she pleaded, wincing lightly.
Alister wanted to slam into her.
He wanted to break her like it was the answer to discovering what had hooked into him.
He knew it was her fault somehow, and every time he fucked her, he wanted to punish her for it.
It felt like it was deepening every time, getting worse and worse, and he feared he’d be swallowed by it completely, forever altered.
It was swallowing him whole.
The answer, the reason – it was right there, somewhere in the recesses of his mind that he ignored and refused to acknowledge. He knew it all made sense. It nagged at him like a forgotten word on the tip of his tongue.
He didn’t know how to access that part of himself. He wanted to, wanted to take back the control she had stolen because it felt safer.
As he continued to slam his cock home, there was hunger in her features, but also a plea. Alister paused.
Looking down at her face, the way she looked trusting and sweet while somehow holding a wicked glint in her eyes, brought on one question he’d never thought before.
Why the hell do I care so much? Why did he want the answer to his questions? Why let that be the focus of his thoughts when he could just enjoy her – enjoy this?
That’s what he decided he was going to do.
He pulled his hips back a little, so he wasn’t thrusting so deeply, and hooked one of his hands behind her knee. He spread her, lifting her until she was more at his hip height. It twisted her slightly, but he had no problem holding onto her like this with his strength.
Alister grinned when her mouth fell open and her back arched as she turned to her side slightly. He began to take her faster rather than harder.
Cry after cry fell from her, his shaft grinding right against the sensitive ridge he knew she liked.
A wave of dizziness hit him, and his arm shook so violently, it caved, forcing him to his elbow.
Forced to be closer to her, he buried his face against the side of her neck, groaning against it. He started pistoning his hips, thrusting into her with such quick pumps, it felt like absolute bliss strangling him. The squelching sound of their bodies meeting was erotic.
“Louder.” He wanted her louder than ever.
Fuck, he wanted her screaming.
“Too fast!”
Alister wasn’t going to give her what she wanted this time. He kept his pace, knowing if he just kept going, she would drench him.
He wanted everyone past his door to hear her. He was determined to make sure they did. He wanted them all to know he was currently inside her, that he was the one taking her, that she was coming around his cock.
Usually, he cared how his men felt, would kiss her to quieten her, shove his hand against her mouth. Tonight, though, he just wanted to make them jealous. He wanted to make them envious that Alister was the one who got to take not just any woman, but Rosetta Silver.
He knew Rosetta was gone when she started screaming his name, try to wring his cock in spasms he could barely feel with his speed.
You’re mine, lass. For how long, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was bloody content.