20. Gabriel #3
I couldn’t have said how long I stood there on the deck naked, gagged, restrained, and erect.
Anyone could’ve happened upon me should they come downstairs; I had no way to get free.
No way to cover myself. My legs were still tangled up in the clothes at my ankles, but none of that dampened my arousal.
It did the exact opposite.
The idea that someone might see me here, trussed up like an offering to the sexy pirate who was holding me captive, was a fuck fantasy I’d definitely be revisiting time and time again. One I was visualizing right now like some out-of-body voyeur.
It wasn’t until a cool, sticky finger touched the top of my spine that my head snapped up, my eyes reopening and all my senses going on full alert.
“Didn’t fall asleep there, did you?” Alejandro’s voice was full of gravel and sent a shiver down the spine he was now stroking.
I shook my head as sharp teeth scraped over my shoulder. Then that slippery finger of his dipped between my ass cheeks.
There was a low, rumbly sound in his throat as his mouth left me and two hands grabbed my cheeks and spread them open, his thumb massaging my hole.
“How many men have used this before me, captive? One, two, ten?”
I made a whimpering sound at the question, and I couldn’t be positive I was playing my role or merely sobbing at the thought of his finally fucking me.
“After tonight, no one looks at, touches, or enters this but me.”
The possessive statement was that of the pirate king, my brain knew that. But my dick was hearing it as Alejandro, and it liked the way that sounded. My pre-cum was making a sticky mess of my cock and his deck without a single touch to it.
The hands on my ass held me wide, and that was when I felt the broad head of Alejandro’s shaft pushing at my entrance. As my hole stretched and began to burn, he grabbed hold of my hips and, with one powerful move, thrust inside.
A loud groan tried to escape my throat as he bottomed out inside of me, Alejandro holding me prisoner as my ass pulsed around the intruder that’d just breached my back door like this was a hostile takeover.
But hell if I didn’t love every second of it.
The fingers at my hips were the only warning I got that he was about to finish the job he’d started when he threatened me earlier.
With his teeth in my shoulder, Alejandro morphed from the tormenting pirate to a conquering marauder, as he used my body like he owned it, tunneling in and out of me like I was there for his pleasure, and his pleasure alone.
Something I would’ve wholeheartedly agreed with, if my own dick wasn’t threatening to explode on every hard-hitting thrust he delivered.
I could hear his breathing, hard and fast, by my ear, the grunts and growls he made as he slaked his lust on my willing and able body. I gripped the material above my head until my knuckles were white, and as that delicious dick of his hit my prostate, I finally lost it.
I spat the gag from my mouth and cursed, not caring if he’d punish me. He hadn’t touched my dick once, but I was right there, seconds away from coming, and it was all because of the sexy fucker behind me.
“Alejandro,” I said, and one of his hands came around to circle my throat, his fingers digging in and holding my head still.
“Did I say you could talk?”
“No—”
His hips snapped forward, nailing me hard and deep, and I cried out. “Then why are you talking?”
Fuck.
He went at me then, pounding into me over and over until it was too much, the sensations coursing through me unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and then he said, “Come for me, captive.”
That was all it took. Not his hands. Not his mouth. Just his command.
I shot hot jets of cum all over myself and the floor.
As my dick jerked and twitched, emptying itself at our feet from nothing more than a great fucking and his order, Alejandro pulled out of me.
The loss was immediate, and I was thankful for the restraints, because otherwise I would’ve collapsed on the deck. But when he walked around in front of me with his thick cock in hand and wild eyes, my stupid dick tried to rally.
“Now,” Alejandro said as he began to stroke himself, his gaze roving over me in a filthy eye-fuck I felt all the way to my soul, “time to mark you mine.”
Hell yes.
I greedily took in every inch of him as he braced his feet and got off to me restrained, naked, and thoroughly fucked.
His tanned skin glistened with sweat, his hair was plastered to the side of his face, and the flush on his skin just made him even sexier as he stood there and worked the cock that had just destroyed me like a pro.
It didn’t take long, seconds, and he was coming hot, hard, and fast all over me, and had he decided to leave me tied up for the rest of the day for his crew to see what he’d done to me, I wouldn’t have argued with him.
There was something so insanely hot about being claimed by Alejandro. I honestly thought I could die a happy man after living out that particular fantasy.
Not that I’d ever tell him that.
Death by the sexy pirate king…yes, I liked that. I liked it a little too much.
And that could be a problem.