Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
WILLIAM
My escape from Port Antonio wasn’t as smooth as I’d intended.
I barely left port on a merchant ship before the royal navy came after me.
The captain of that ship was pissed and nervous as all get out.
He’d been skimming off the profits and thought they were after him.
I didn’t correct him on the notion. Instead, I demanded he put me at the helm, using the lessons that Damon himself taught me to outrun the navy.
I’d never used the skills quite that way, but it was either do something risky or get caught. I chose the former.
We managed to escape, and the captain offered me a place on his crew, but I politely refused.
I had a crew. I just needed to get back to them.
But after a few days of not hearing anything of the Devil’s Revenge or its captain, I started to get antsy.
I figured the best way to get his attention was to challenge him.
He couldn’t back down, not without looking weak, and he’d never send someone else in his stead.
Which meant he’d be the one to find me instead of me chasing him over waters I was still unfamiliar with.
Damon taught me to sail, but he never told me where we were or how to use a map.
Lessons he’d need to give me later. Not now.
My plan worked, and I wasn’t going to squander what time I had with him until he tossed me aside again.
His lips made a scorching path down my neck, sucking at the skin there.
I felt each pull in my cock and desperation filled my veins.
I released my grip on his clothes in favour of pulling them off.
He took the hint, and his rough hands slid up my back, jerking my jacket off my shoulders.
I paused long enough to toe off my boots before focusing again on my goal of getting him naked.
I needed to feel his skin. It’d been too long.
Between divesting each other of clothing, we stumbled toward the bed.
Neither of us seemed interested in breaking the kiss long enough to watch where we were going, but we made it without injury.
My back hit the bedding, and Damon’s weight pinned me down, not a stitch of clothing between us.
He ground his cock against mine, and I had to rip my mouth away from his, the pleasure almost too much to bear. “Damon!”
He did it again, growling low in my ear. “I shouldn’t like hearing my name out of your mouth so much. You bewitched me. That’s the only explanation.”
I was too lust drunk to give a snarky reply like usual, my hips jerking of their own accord to grind against his. God, it felt good. So good. Oh, shit, too good.
A rough tug on my balls ripped me away from the edge just before I spent too early.
It was just painful enough to clear my head without actually making me want to stop.
I took a few gasping moments to bring myself back under control, and Damon allowed it, a smug grin on his face as he loomed over me, his weight rested on one elbow.
He enjoyed having the upper hand. But I wasn’t an inexperienced cabin boy anymore, and I wasn’t going down without a fight.
Shoving his shoulder, I twisted us, sliding down his body as he landed on his back.
I swallowed his cock before he could speak a word, and I chuckled to myself when he groaned loudly because of it.
His fingers twisted in my hair, his hips thrust to fuck my mouth, meanwhile I let my hands wander, cupping and rolling his balls and rubbing circles just behind them.
Things he’d done to me that drove me wild.
I’d just swallowed around his cock when he ripped me off him, using his rough grip on my hair to drag me back up his body. “I’m not spending in your mouth, boy. It’s your ass I want.”
“Then take it,” I challenged, slamming my lips to his again.
He only allowed it for a moment before a loud crack burned across my ass.
I groaned, thrusting my hips against his.
The second hit was just as rough, and enough to get me to surrender.
I liked it, liked the sting, but I didn’t want to push Damon’s patience too far.
Not when I was so close to getting what I wanted.
“Drawer of my desk. Get what we need,” he demanded against my lips.
I forced myself off him, knowing we needed it, even though no part of me wanted to move away from him.
It was exactly where I’d put it away the last time I’d been in here, cleaning up after our morning romp.
Something about that filled me with pleasure, and when I spun back around, a grin was spread across my face.
“Get your ass over here,” Damon snarled, though there was no venom to it. He was just as impatient as I was, and I’d barely reached the bed before he was grabbing me and yanking me back on top of him.
My heart twisted in my chest for just a moment.
In this, we wanted the same thing. We were both desperate for more, to reconnect after time apart.
What were the chances he’d feel that way past one night?
What were the chances he’d let me stay? Not just a part of his crew, but here, in his bed and beside him. I almost didn’t dare to hope.
Rough fingers distracted me, slicked with lubrication and sliding along my ass. He teased my rim, circling it, until I was panting and choking back whines. He had a way of driving me to the point where I was a pathetic mess just for him.
“Tell me you want it,” he growled.
I didn’t hesitate this time, aside from a quick tongue tangling kiss. “I want it. I want you to fuck me so hard, I’ll feel you for a week.” If he was going to toss me aside, I figured I was owed at least that much.
He made a rumbling sound of approval, rolling us to put me beneath him again. “I’m going to make you scream so loud that the whole of Tortuga will hear you and know you belong to me. You’re mine, Will.”
My heart fluttered in my chest, but I didn’t have time to ask how long he planned to keep me before he pushed his finger inside me. It burned after so long without him, but I craved it all the same, hissing in a breath even while my fingers dug into his arm, trying to drag him closer.
He spent only enough time stretching me to prevent true injury before he ripped his hand away and replaced it with his cock.
I’d expected him to thrust inside me, I waited for the pain, but he slowed, inching his way inside, distracting me from the stretch with filthy kisses.
It was… sweet. And so unlike him. It made me feel cherished, like he cared enough to ensure I was enjoying myself.
Which was all well and good, but it was taking too long.
He was about halfway in, and my body was screaming for more.
I always grew desperate at the feel of his thick cock inside me, and with this new position, I had the leverage to wrap my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his ass to hurry him along.
Damon groaned, thrusting in those last few inches, and lifted his head to glare at me. “You’re not in charge here, boy.”
“Well, get on with it then. I might fall asleep before you get around to– Ngghhh!”
Maybe it was foolish to challenge the infamous pirate captain, but it felt so good, it was hard to feel ashamed about it.
Damon took the challenge to heart, slamming his hips and fucking me so hard my eyes crossed.
He knocked the rust off our one month separation in minutes and tore noises out of me I had no hope of muffling.
Not with me on my back. Damon wasn’t kidding when he said he’d make sure the whole of Tortuga knew.
Rough fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me, surely leaving bruises, but I didn't care. I encouraged him by tightening my legs with each thrust, driving him inside me harder and faster.
My eyes wanted to close, to just feel the moment, but I refused to shut them.
I never got to watch Damon’s face during sex, and I wasn’t missing a moment of it.
He looked fierce, baring his teeth, a low growl in his throat.
A sheen of sweat covered both our bodies, a droplet of it slipping down his temple on one side.
Fisting his hair, I dragged him closer to lick the salty liquid away.
It changed the position, and Damon’s dick hit that special spot that lit my entire body up dead on.
I arched, shouting out a curse, and Damon used the new position to his advantage, tangling our tongues again.
Him being this close trapped my cock between us, giving me extra friction, and the combination made me dizzy.
It was too much, I didn’t want this to end so soon, but my body wasn’t listening.
My balls drew up and a tingle grew at the base of my spine.
I stood on the brink of ecstasy, my breath caught in my chest, when Damon kissed his way to my ear, murmuring the magic words that would shove me into the most intense release of my life.
“You’re mine, Will. Come for me.”
I bellowed as I came, my spend spilling between us.
Damon fucked me through it, dragging it out until blackness ate at the edges of my vision.
Blessfully, Damon followed shortly after, snarling as he spent in my ass.
I clenched around him, still obscenely turned on whenever he did that.
I used to wonder what it said about me, but after weeks on this ship, I stopped caring so much.
I was a free man out here. Allowed to like what I liked without shame or damnation.
If I had my way, I’d never give that up.