Chapter 6 We’re Pirates, Vincent #2
“Oh, right. Well, I suppose you wouldn’t. Probably didn’t mean anything to you. You always were the one that never caught feelings for anyone. Why should I be any different?” he asks me.
Normally, I enjoy our banter, but not right now. Not when I can tell there is real pain and real feelings buried in there.
I look left and right to be sure no one is around.
It’s quite empty in the port right now. There’s a large beam holding up the empty vendor stand that’s beside us.
I press him quickly against the beam and bring my mouth in front of his, stopping just before our lips touch.
I suck his scent in through my mouth. I want to kiss him again, but we haven’t talked yet, and there’s still so much I don’t understand.
Our lips are less than a paper’s width apart.
“Are you just going to stand there and not kiss me?” Vincent asks, his breath tickling me, his sweet scent fluttering across my lips.
Hovering my mouth even closer, I say, “I will not kiss you.” My lips barely brush against his, but it’s enough to make him squirm. “I want to talk to you. I don’t care about kissing you right now. Not when I need answers, and you just spouted all that bullshit.”
He raises his eyebrows, challenging me. With him up against the beam like this and our bodies pressed tightly together, he can feel that what I’ve said isn’t true.
I most certainly do want to kiss him. I want much more than that.
I crave him, desperately. My body is begging to feel him again.
But I refuse to do this until I have some answers.
I need to understand if what I’m feeling is one-sided.
I step back. “I’m going home. If you want to join me, you can, but I’m interested in talking—despite what other areas of me seem to be doing. ”
He grabs my hand and quickly kisses it, before letting it go.
“What are you doing? Someone could see you,” I whisper.
“There’s no one around. Besides, did you hear what I said earlier? Harlow knows, she knows everything.”
“I heard you, but before we talk about that, we’re gonna talk about us.”
He gives me a nod and looks down at the ground.
We walk silently toward my father’s ship.
Hands bumping into each other ever so slightly, with each step.
I have no idea how Harlow could know everything.
There’s so much I need him to explain. I don’t understand what happened with the texts while we were apart, and why did he call me with her to tell me they’re engaged?
My brain is struggling to try and piece things together, but it’s best if he just explains it.
Stepping onto the ship, it’s pretty empty; there’s only a few crew members standing around.
Every year, our fathers alternate whose ship the meetings will be held on.
So, this year it’s Captain Rodrigo’s ship for both meet-ups.
Which means that Vincent hasn’t been in my room in over a year.
Good thing my cabin is always clean, but that’s mostly thanks to Tilly.
I walk down the corridor with Vincent behind me and remind myself that I just want to talk.
I need answers before anything else. I open the door and gesture for Vincent to go inside, then I lock it behind us.
Vincent’s hands are on his hips, as he glances at the bed, then back to me.
He’s unbelievable, but also damn sexy. I have to talk to him first, but for some reason, I can’t recall any of the things I want to talk about, because he’s currently taking his coat off, while maintaining intense eye contact.
He’s moving slowly, like a beast in the woods, staring me over before he pounces—it’s thrilling.
He wants to give himself to me, and I want him to.
I can’t fight this feeling, especially when I can’t even remember why I want to talk, or what I want to talk about. I only know that I want him, now.
He’s moving closer to me, and my back is suddenly pressed against my door, while Vincent’s body is closing in.
“Sivan…” he whispers, sliding his hand down my chest.
I swallow hard, momentarily unable to speak. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. “I want to…talk,” I say unconvincingly.
He’s slightly smaller than me, but he’s really coming on strong right now. I can’t fight how turned on I am by it. My hands find his waist, and I squeeze, pulling him in tighter. We’re both so hard, and there’s no hiding that when our bodies are crushed together like this.
He drags his palm down the outside of my pants, feeling me. His breath hitches, as he grazes me gently with the back side of his hand. He whispers, “I’ll ask you one more time. I promise to do whatever you say. Do you want to talk, or do you want me?”
“I want…you. I want all of you.”
I grab his face and press our mouths together kissing him hard, sealing our lips together, our tongues quickly entwined.
I really missed the taste of him. He’s rapidly unbuttoning my coat as I walk him backward toward my bed, our mouths never separating, our hands unable to stop undressing the other, clothes dropping to the floor.
I need him. I pull his shirt open and lick along his neck.
“I’m so fucking mad at you,” I breathe out.
He looks at me with eyes that seem to feel the same. “I’m mad at you, too, but I need you. I’ve been craving this for almost a year, give it to me.”
He’s fully unbuttoned my shirt, and he’s rubbing my chest. The back of his legs hit my bed, and he lies down, pulling me by my belt, urging me to climb atop him.
Looking at him lying on my bed, his naked chest exposed—I’m completely entranced.
He unbuckles my belt, his fingertips grazing the exposed skin just above it, sending chills up my spine.
I slide my pants down and grab the bottle of lube from my nightstand, while he takes his pants off, kicking them to the foot of the bed.
Every piece of this man is perfect, how is it that I never noticed all these years?
He’s absolutely beautiful. My dick is rock hard, already sticky with precum, I want to be inside of him.
I squeeze the lube on my fingers, massaging it around his tight little rim.
This ass is perfect, it was made for me.
Gently, I tease him, pressing my finger in and out, slowly stretching him, until he’s panting and moaning, riding my finger, a beautiful sexy mess, ready for me to devour.
“Please—Sivan,” he begs, lifting his knees to his chest. “I can’t wait any longer. ”
“It’s gonna hurt—if I go in now,” I say, rubbing my cock around his hole.
“Do it. Make it hurt.”
God, that was hot. Nodding, I press my dick against him, sliding in slowly. “You okay?”
“Nnn—yes—keep going.”
He winces as my cock fully slips inside. I press our mouths together, holding his face with one hand. Fuck. I really like kissing him.
Vincent parts his legs and moans, while I fuck him slowly. “Yes—fuck—ohhhh, fuck.”
The way he makes me feel… I was desperate, lost, and thirsty before him. He is my water, he is my life, he is, fuck—he is all of it. He is mine.
I start thrusting harder, working my hips back and forth.
His eyes are closed, and I’m ready to come.
Watching his mouth hang open and hearing his little moans makes my balls tighten.
I don’t want to finish yet. I want to stay inside this warm, perfect man as long as I can.
I lean down and kiss him again; this time it’s softer, sweeter.
Does he know how much he means to me? I feel the pressure building, ready to release.
“Fuck—Vincent, do you want me to pull out?”
He pulls my face closer, wrapping his legs around me. “No, but kiss me.”
I bring my mouth to his and kiss him, while he moans, gripping a fistful of my hair.
His pelvis jerks upward, and I feel his cum shooting onto my abs, while his cock is trapped in between us.
The feeling pushes me over the edge, and I come deep inside him.
“Holy fuck—Vincent.” I drop my head onto the pillow next to his face, kissing his cheek, panting, just trying to catch my breath, while I slide out.
The room is still and quiet for a few minutes, but our breaths are still heavy. I feel like I can finally exhale, now that he’s beside me again.
“Sivan,” he says softly, turning toward me, while placing a hand on my cheek.
“Yeah?”
“I need to tell you this…I can’t find the words, though. You need to know what happened.”
“I do want to know what happened, but first, tell me something. Did you really text me while we were apart, and did you really not get any of my texts?”
“Of course, I texted you. I called, too. A few times I asked my dad if he knew what was going on, he said your father told him you were upset, so I figured it was because of me, and you were ignoring me on purpose. I never got any texts from you.”
I kiss his lips softly, rubbing his face with my thumb.
“I was not ignoring you. I didn’t get any texts, or calls.
I was texting and doing the same things.
I was terrified that my dad would pick up on something happening between us, so I was really careful in asking if he knew anything.
He was useless every time. He didn’t even know what happened when you passed out.
I don’t understand why I wasn’t allowed to see you after that. ”
He shakes his head side to side. “I don’t know, I don’t remember much. I just slept for four days and when I woke up, meetings were over, and you were gone. Matteo stayed with me pretty much 24/7 to make sure Harlow stayed away.”
Something about that isn’t sitting right with me. Matteo had never tried to keep her away from him before. It probably had more to do with him keeping us apart.
“Did the doctor say everything was fine after? Has it happened again?”