Chapter 20
Twenty
WILLIAM
Ididn’t have a clue what I was doing, but I was almost desperate for it.
Each lesson Damon taught me was more pleasurable than the last. I didn’t think this would be any different.
My hands shook as I lifted them to his breeches, untying them to free his cock.
I never really got a good look at it before.
He liked to pin me to the bed when he fucked me.
Hell, I liked him pinning me to the bed when he fucked me.
But it meant my face was usually buried in the bedding, and I couldn’t see his cock from that angle.
It never crossed my mind that I’d find a cock arousing to look at.
Long and thick, with a dark red tip and a bead of precum just waiting for me to taste it.
A shuddering breath escaped me, and I had to bite my tongue to stave off a whimper.
I was not going to be whimpering like a whore, just looking at his cock. No matter how perfect it was.
Wrapping my hand around it, I marvelled at his size.
He was thicker than me, maybe a little longer, too.
I wasn’t about to pull mine out to compare, but it felt different.
It felt good. I stroked him, running my thumb along the vein underneath, exploring him until Damon made an irritated sound.
A smirk pulled at my lips, but I was eager for this lesson and didn’t say anything that might end it too soon.
Instead, I dipped my head, laving my tongue over the head to taste him. Salt and skin and Damon.
Fuck. I might become addicted to that taste.
He let me explore at first, sucking and licking how I wanted to get the feel for it.
But he didn’t have the patience to let me do it for long.
Eventually, his hand gripped my hair, urging me lower, taking more and more into my mouth with every bob of my head.
When he bumped the back of my throat, I gagged, and he seemed to like it if the groan was anything to go by.
Eyes watering, I sucked him down harder, breathing through my nose whenever I could.
My own cock throbbed, but I ignored it, too focused on Damon’s grunted praises.
“That’s it. Good boy. You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”
I groaned around the thick flesh in my mouth, causing Damon to hiss in pleasure. His hips lifted, thrusting his cock down my throat, until it was less me sucking him and more him fucking my face. I let him without complaint, palming my throbbing cock through my breeches to get some sort of relief.
“Hands off,” Damon barked. “You don’t get to come until I say you can.”
That irritated me, and I flicked my gaze to his face, glaring at him. He tried to look smug, but it was hard when he was getting himself off with my mouth. His expression flickered with it before going slack again, his gaze locked on my mouth.
I couldn’t comment something snarky, I couldn’t do much of anything with the way he was using me to get himself off.
I was a little ashamed of how much it turned me on that he was using me like that.
But then I watched as Damon bared his teeth, his expression turned fierce, and I nearly came untouched when his spend spilled down my throat.
He jerked me closer, burying his cock as deep as it could go, and we both groaned together as his cock twitched in my mouth.
I couldn’t breathe, not like that, but I didn’t want to move either.
I listened to his grunts of pleasure, my fingers curling into his thighs as I desperately held back my release.
When Damon pulled me off him, I sucked in a sharp breath, spluttering a little. My cock was protesting, so hard it was painful, but when I moved to deal with it, Damon knocked my hand away, yanking me to my feet and pushing me onto his desk.
“What did I say, boy?”
“Can’t remember,” I replied through panting breaths. I could, I just didn’t care. And the smirk on Damon’s face said he knew.
“You better watch it, or I’ll send you back on that deck just like this, so the whole crew can see how much you loved sucking my cock.” He palmed me, rubbing just light enough to give me friction without getting me off.
“Apologies, Captain,” I murmured, though anyone with a brain could hear the sarcasm in that statement.
I was in a good mood and growing more comfortable with the crew and with Damon.
It loosened my tongue, and I finally felt confident speaking out loud all the thoughts I’d been stuffing down since I started working for Henry.
Damon gave me a dirty look, and he wasn’t gentle about ripping open my breeches. “Keep it up, and I’ll put you over my knee,” he grumbled.
I thought he’d get me off with his hand.
He was the Captain, after all. I didn't expect him to suck me down, and I was already so close to the edge that it was embarrassingly quick before I was coming with a shout.
Damon kept sucking, pulling every ounce of spend out of me until it hurt, and I had to push him away.
I was fucking trembling on his desk, and that smug look came back when he leaned back in his chair.
“Not so mouthy now, are you, boy?”
A slow grin spread across my face. “Tryin’ to fuck the snark outta me, Captain? Not sure you’d win that battle.”
Pushing to his feet, he loomed over me, his expression dark. It’d be intimidating if I couldn’t see the heat in his eyes and the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Keep trying me, boy. I’ll keep you tied to my bed long past when we drop off your charges. You’ll get to watch them go with my cock so far up your ass, you’ll feel me for weeks.”
Well, now he was only encouraging me. I hadn’t told him or anyone else that I didn’t plan on going with the Davenport children.
I hadn’t decided yet if I was going to stay on the Devil’s Revenge.
That was still up in the air. All I knew was that I had a taste of freedom, and I wasn’t going to give that up. Not for all the money in the world.
It was raining when we arrived at Port Benedict.
Just like last time, we anchored farther out, and the crew was going to row in on the long boats to enjoy their time off.
It didn’t look anything like Tortuga from afar.
It was quieter, cleaner, though part of that could be the weather keeping people inside.
I studied the little port from the window in Damon’s quarters, leaning my hands on the sill to get as close as possible.
It was almost impossible to see it through the sheets of rain.
“Is it safe to row in under these conditions?”
“Why? You worried about us?” Damon smirked.
He was getting dressed by the bed. My ass still felt the ache from his attentions that morning.
He made a teasing comment about getting his needs met before he went ashore so he wouldn’t be tempted by whores, and it pissed me off so much that I basically rode him, shoving my hips back to meet his thrusts until he came with a roar.
I refused to admit, even to myself, that I was jealous.
I wasn’t. I just didn’t want him to grow bored with me and toss me aside before we got the children off the ship.
The idea of going back to a hammock irritated me.
Okay, maybe I was a little jealous. I’d denied my interest in men all my life, and I was finally able to enjoy it a little. I didn’t want that to stop yet. It had nothing to do with Damon.
“I guess if the waves dump you all in the sea, I can claim the Devil’s Revenge myself and finally be free.”
I heard him approach, but the slap to my ass was a shock. Hard enough to make it throb, almost knocking me into the window. I shot an incredulous look over my shoulder, nearly bumping noses with Damon as he pressed his body against my back.
“You are free, boy. Ain’t no one going to make you get off this ship when the time comes.”
My gaze cast out over the turbulent waves without really seeing them. “And if I don’t want to stay on this ship?”
“No one is stopping you from leaving, either. My crew is free to leave whenever they want. Most won’t.
They’ve lived this life long enough to become accustomed to it.
They wouldn’t know what to do with themselves off ship.
But some do. I don’t hold it against them.
The only person who can’t leave is me. This is my ship.
It’s part of me. I’ll go down with it one day. ”
It was the most honest he’d ever been with me.
No hint of snark or teasing in his tone.
I glanced at him over my shoulder and found him watching the waves, just like I had been.
I turned forward again, enjoying the presence of him up against my back.
I’d pulled on my breeches and not much else, and I liked feeling him against my skin.
“I haven’t decided what I want to do yet,” I admitted. “All I know is that I can’t go back to being Henry’s servant. Not after everything that’s happened. I’d go insane.”
Part of me wanted to stay on the Devil’s Revenge.
I liked the crew, the atmosphere, the freedom.
I liked what Damon and I were doing. The feel of him nailing me into the bed each night.
But that was a damn fantasy. Once the children weren’t on the ship anymore, I wouldn’t be useful.
I couldn’t be a cabin boy forever. And Damon would grow bored of me eventually.
No pirate captain was going to bind himself to a twenty-three-year-old former manservant who could barely handle a sword.
I didn’t want to watch him move on to someone who suited him better.
I’d never experienced this before. This longing for someone’s attention. It felt strange, and I didn’t like it. I’d relied only on myself for most of my life. I didn’t want to need anyone. Not even the handsome pirate captain, who seemed determined to bring me into his crew.