Chapter 16 Maximus #3
I shuddered as the pleasure split me open, my release hitting me with an intensity that left me quietly gasping.
Kaspar’s hand found mine, and I squeezed it so tight.
He stayed with me through every pulse, swallowing everything I gave him until I was trembling with oversensitivity.
Even when I was done, he continued to use that skilled tongue, licking every inch of me clean.
Just as I was about to beg him to stop, he finally pulled away. He looked up at me with such raw affection that it stole what little breath I had left. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“You’re…” I forced my breathing to steady, resting my head against the mast as I shuffled my pants back up. “Very good at that.” Then I braced myself, suddenly fearing he’d joke about having had lots of practice—because the idea of his mouth on anyone else made me feel sick.
He laughed softly, moving up to settle beside me. “Natural talent, I suppose.”
I pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Now it’s finally my turn,” I murmured against his skin.
We shuffled fairly awkwardly in the cramped confines of the crow’s nest, our limbs tangling as we tried to maneuver without disturbing my coat-curtain or sending either of us tumbling over the edge.
The wooden platform creaked ominously beneath us as Kaspar backed against the central mast, his shoulders pressed against the weathered wood.
“That was more complicated than I imagined.” He laughed softly, reaching for his belt buckle.
I lightly smacked his hand away. “Allow me.”
My fingers worked the buckle open. I unfastened his trousers, then—gazing into his gorgeous green eyes—lowered myself until I was face-to-face with the waistband of his briefs.
I shifted carefully, resting most of my weight on my arm and good leg, rather than my stump.
Hooking my teeth over the elastic, I tugged down one side, then shifted to pull down the other, letting the fabric catch briefly on his erection before springing free.
Kaspar’s slender cock stood proudly at attention, flushed and eager against his stomach.
I blew gently across the head, watching as he gasped, his fingers scrambling for purchase on my shoulders.
In the silvery moonlight, I could see every detail—the perfect curve, the hint of moisture at the tip, the light ginger hair surrounding the base that matched the color on his head, though curlier, finer.
Despite my outward confidence, uncertainty gnawed at me.
It had been years since I’d done this for anyone.
What if I couldn’t match the exquisite pleasure he’d given me?
The thought of disappointing him somehow made my stomach clench, but the way he looked at me—eyes dark with desire, lower lip caught between his teeth—bolstered my resolve.
“Max,” he whispered, the single syllable carrying a wealth of need that banished my hesitation.
I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the heat and weight of him against my palm. “Let me take care of you,” I murmured, and leaned forward to take him in one fluid motion, engulfing as much of his length as I could.
Kaspar’s sharp intake of breath was reward enough, but the feel of him in my mouth—the velvet smoothness over rigid heat—sent a renewed pulse of desire through me.
I pulled back slowly, savoring the sensation of his skin against my tongue, before focusing my attention on the tip.
I circled it deliberately, exploring the ridge with the edge of my tongue, learning what made his breath catch and his thighs tense.
Kaspar’s initial throaty hums quickly transformed into something far more obscene—gorgeously broken sounds that seemed torn from somewhere deep inside him. His fingers tangled in my hair, not guiding but clutching onto me, as if he might float away otherwise.
I couldn’t help but preen slightly. Clearly, I had nothing to worry about after all—the years hadn’t robbed me of this skill, at least.
Pulling back momentarily, I hissed, “You need to be quiet,” though I couldn’t keep the satisfaction from my voice.
“I… can’t….” he rasped. “I…”
His words dissolved into another moan as I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and applying just the right amount of suction. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and he let out a cry that echoed through the night so loudly the goddesses surely heard it.
I pulled off immediately, glancing anxiously toward the deck below. “Are you trying to wake the entire ship?” I whisper-shouted.
“I’m sorry,” Kaspar moaned, his hips chasing my retreating mouth. His cock, glistening wet and achingly hard, bobbed between us. “Please don’t stop.”
I pressed a finger to his lips. “You need to be quiet.”
His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine as he parted his lips. I slipped two fingers into his mouth, and he immediately began to suck, his tongue working around my digits in a mirror of what I’d been doing to him.
“This is your last chance,” I threatened.
As I took him back into my mouth, he moaned around my fingers, the vibration muffled but still audible. The sight of him—head thrown back against the mast, cheeks hollowed around my fingers as I worked him with my mouth—was so fucking erotic that my own cock attempted to twitch back to life.
I increased my efforts, taking him deeper with each downward motion. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth as I worked him with growing intensity. My jaw ached pleasantly, a reminder of how long it had been since I’d done this.
Kaspar’s body began to tense, his thighs trembling beneath my free hand. Despite my attempts to still him, he started thrashing slightly, his hips rising off the wooden planks. I tried to hold him steady, but he was lost to sensation, beyond control.
He began thrusting into my mouth, shallow at first, then deeper. I relaxed my throat and stayed still, letting him use me as he chased his release. His fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair, decidedly guiding me now.
I could feel him swelling against my tongue before his thrusts became erratic, desperate.
Then his whole body went rigid, his back arching away from the mast as he cried out so prettily around my fingers.
His hand yanked super hard on my hair as he came, his cock swelling as he spilled down my throat in hot pulses.
I swallowed everything he gave me, the salty-sweet taste flooding my mouth as I worked him through each wave until he collapsed back against the mast, trembling with aftershocks. Only then did I pull away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I looked up at him.
Kaspar’s eyes were half-closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His fingers slipped from my hair to cup my cheek, the touch so tender it made something in my chest ache.
“That was…” he began, then laughed softly.
I grinned. “I’m sorry, are you speechless right now?!”
Kaspar laughed, his face contorting in mock outrage.
“Absolutely not!” he protested violently, pushing himself up to sit straighter against the mast. “I am not speechless. I always have something to say.” He folded his arms across his chest, the gesture undermined by the fact that his pants were still undone.
“I was simply… gathering my thoughts. Of which there are lots of.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course. My mistake.”
The playfulness in his eyes softened into something more vulnerable as he reached for my hand.
His fingers wrapped around mine with such tenderness it made my breath catch.
His cheeks held a soft blush that the moonlight couldn’t hide.
When he looked anxiously down at our joined hands, my heart hammered against my ribs in a way it never had before—not even during sky-drops, not even during the most dangerous battles I’d faced.
The realization hit me with startling clarity. I was falling in love with him. Not just desire, not just affection, but something deeper that terrified and exhilarated me in equal measure.
But he’s not yours to keep.
He looked up, meeting my gaze with those impossibly green eyes. “What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.
I reached out, gently tilting Kaspar’s chin up with my finger. “Come here,” I whispered, the words barely audible over the soft creak of the ship’s timbers and the whisper of wind through the rigging.
He tugged up his pants before shifting closer, and I leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. As I started to pull away, his hand shot up, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt to hold me there.
“I wish I could have offered you better,” I said. “A proper bed instead of these wooden planks. You deserve silk sheets and comfort, not splinters and rope burns.”
Kaspar laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Are you kidding? This was perfect.” He gestured at the vast expanse of star-filled sky surrounding us.
“This is my favorite place on the entire ship. The view, the solitude… It’s our place.
” His eyes found mine, twinkling with glee.
“And now we’ve properly christened it.” He nestled closer, his head tucked under my chin.
“I wouldn’t trade this moment for all the silk sheets in the world. ”
I cradled Kaspar against me, his weight a comfortable pressure on my chest as we lay tangled together. I ran my fingers idly up and down his arms, tracing invisible patterns across his freckled skin. The goosebumps that rose in the wake of my touch made me smile.
But a thought that had been gnawing at me for days now, grew more insistent with each stolen moment we shared. And I couldn’t push it away any longer.
“This has been on my mind a lot,” I said softly, my voice barely audible over the gentle creaking of the ship. “I suppose I just can’t help feeling… hypocritical.”
Kaspar shifted against me, pulling back. “What do you mean?”