Chapter 12
Twelve
WILLIAM
Need burned through me long after Damon left his quarters.
My cock ached with it, and if I could have, I would’ve taken myself in hand just to ease the ache.
But with the reinjury of my shoulder and the wrap around my other palm, I was only asking for pain if I tried to fix the situation myself.
So I was forced once again to lie in the captain’s bed, my cock throbbing all the while, until I eventually began to drift.
I was mostly out of it when the bed dipped.
I was used to Daisy joining me when she’d had a nightmare, and in my half asleep state, I forgot where I was and assumed it was her.
It wasn’t until I heard a grunt that my mind caught up, and my eyes snapped open.
I whipped my head around, gaping at Damon. “What are you doing?”
He made an irritated sound, fluffing the pillow under his head. “I’m not sleeping in a hammock, Will. It’s my bed.”
“Then let me–”
He stopped me with an arm across my chest, shoving me back down. “You’re injured. A hammock will only make it worse. You’re of no use to me broken, boy. Shut up and get some sleep.”
Easy for him to say. He was the one who didn’t even question two males being intimate together.
He probably shared a bed with more than one during his career as a pirate.
Maybe women, too. He didn’t even bat an eye at sharing a bed, so it obviously wasn’t a new thing for him.
Meanwhile, I burned with something that felt suspiciously like jealousy.
And the problem I’d gone to bed with was back with a vengeance, driving me to distraction.
I shifted uncomfortably a few times, unable to settle, until Damon snapped at me. “Stop moving around.”
I tried to follow that order, closing my eyes and willing my erection to go away. But my mind kept wandering to what would have happened if I had leaned in earlier instead of standing frozen with him behind me. Would he have touched me? Would I have wanted him to?
I shifted again, stiffening when my arm brushed Damon’s. In my tossing and turning, I’d moved closer to him by accident. I edged away from him, trying to get as close to the wall as possible without moving too much, but he felt the movement anyway and snarled, turning to face me.
“What are you…” he trailed off, and I jerked my face away to hide my embarrassment. He’d leaned onto his elbow to glare at me and even in the piss poor light coming from the moon through the bay of windows, there was no hiding my erection tenting my breeches.
Staring at the wall, I silently willed him to go back to sleep. A polite person would pretend they didn’t notice. But Damon never claimed to be polite. “Are you going to do anything about that?”
“Shut up,” I ground out, the flush in my cheeks working its way down my neck.
His amused chuckle made me want to snap at him. He settled back onto his pillow and waved a hand lazily at me. “Go ahead. I won’t stop you.”
The idea of jerking off right next to him should’ve been embarrassing.
Or horrifying. Instead, heat dumped into my system and made my current problem that much worse.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think of anything else, but Damon’s voice was deep and gravelly in my ear as he taunted me, “What’s the matter? Shy?”
I whipped my head around to glare at him, not realising he was so close. We were nose to nose when I turned over. I jerked back, surprised, and it took me a second to get the anger back.
He raised an eyebrow at me, an almost smug look on his face. Why the fuck did he have to be so good looking? I couldn’t stand him on principle, but it was hard not to look at someone as handsome as him and not want more.
“Well?”
“How exactly would you like me to do that?” I snapped, gesturing to my injuries.
That wasn’t the point I was supposed to be making.
There were more important things, like being next to him with no privacy, and not being interested in a pirate.
But of course, I focused on the wrong thing because I was too damn flustered by his suggestion.
Maybe I should’ve gone to the brothel. At least taken the edge off.
Maybe then I’d stop thinking about the captain.
While I was silently berating myself, I wasn’t paying attention to Damon. Not until I felt his hand unbuttoning my breeches.
“What are you doing? I–” My back arched, and my mouth fell open. He’d wrapped his massive fist around my aching cock, stalling all of my thoughts instantly. I’d never had another person touch me before, and the first stroke had my eyes rolling into my head.
“C-Captain–”
“I’m not going to spend all night listening to you toss and turn. Either tell me to stop, or shut the fuck up. The sooner you get off, the sooner we can both get some rest.”
“You–Ngh…” I gasped when he tightened his grip just to the edge of pain and stroked me again.
There were no more protests from me. I panted and bit back groan after groan, my cock throbbing in his grip.
He kept his strokes slow and even, teasing me.
His line about getting me off so we could sleep felt a little like bullshit.
He found a new way to torment me, and he was going to drag it out.
I tried to grab his hand and make him go faster, but he knocked it away, using his free hand to pin it above my head. Whenever I lifted my hips, trying to fuck into his fist, he’d loosen his grip enough to take away the edge. I growled, giving him a dirty look, and he gave me another smug grin.
Releasing my cock, he ignored my protest, freeing his own erection from his breeches.
I couldn’t see anything in the dark, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but I also wanted to get off.
So when he dragged my unwrapped hand down and curled it around his cock, I didn’t protest. I didn’t do anything.
I was too busy trying not to squirm, my belly tightening and my cock twitching.
I was holding his prick. Suddenly every suppressed emotion I had about sex came flooding back, and I knew it’d be hell to stuff it all back down.
“Don’t move. You’ll hurt your shoulder,” he grumbled.
I wanted to ask what the point was for me holding his dick if I wasn’t going to do anything with it, but he answered that question before I could speak it out loud, thrusting into the circle of my hand while his returned to my cock and stroked me again.
Pleasure zipped along my spine, both from the grip on my dick and the knowledge that he was fucking my hand.
My mind went into overload, any fleeting thought I’d ever had about fucking and getting fucked flooding my brain until I could barely distinguish the thought from reality.
All I could feel was pleasure and want, and as he grunted against my ear, the sound shoved me right up to the edge and over it.
My head flew back on a gasp, my release coating his fingers and my stomach. The force of it tightened my grip, and Damon let out another grunt, spilling his seed all over my hand and onto the bed.
I fought for breath, relief and pleasure still coursing through my system. I shuddered when Damon released me and pulled out of my grasp, wiping his hand on the bedding.
“Guess you’re washing the sheets tomorrow. Go the fuck to sleep.”
He readjusted his pillow and closed his eyes like nothing had happened. Whereas I was gaping at the ceiling, incredulous and completely mind blown. What just happened?
Eventually, my body succumbed to the exhaustion brought on by such a powerful climax. It’d been months since I last got off, and my body apparently needed it because I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and once Damon started snoring, I was out like a light.
Damon was gone when I woke up in the morning, and I wasn’t sure whether I should feel relieved or disappointed.
A part of me had hoped I’d dreamed it, but the dried seed on my palm destroyed that hope in an instant.
It happened, and I had to do my damnedest to make sure it didn’t happen again.
It couldn’t. We were both men. And he was a damn pirate who kidnapped the girls and was holding them hostage.
I was not going to even think about the possibility of more.
Even if the feel of his hand around my cock had been so much better than my own that I nearly came in my pants just remembering its roughness.
No. Not thinking about it. Ever. Again.