33. Gabriel #2
No lead-up, no easing me into it, just diving right in and taking what he wanted, and God that was hot. Alejandro knew how to read my body, my wants, my needs, how to fulfill every desire I had without my having to tell him.
His strong hands canted my ass up so he could devour me like I was his own personal buffet, and I couldn’t control the way my body reacted.
My hips kept trying to arch up away from him because it felt too good and my hands were tied—literally.
I had nothing to grab on to, was completely at his mercy, just the way the devious pirate wanted it.
The grunts and moans coming out of me were involuntary as he teased and flicked his tongue over my hole before fucking me again with his mouth, over and over.
“Please.” It came out on a breath, but his response to that was to spear his tongue and go even deeper.
Fuck, I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer, even with my dick neglected and leaking like it was getting the up-close-and-personal attention it craved.
“I’ll behave, I promise.” My head arched up off the mattress as I got closer to the orgasm he was trying to wrench out of me. “Please untie me so I can touch you.”
I wasn’t sure if I was still playing the part, not when our motivations had merged. Desperation was riding both me and the captive, and I was willing to do what it took to get my hands on Alejandro.
His tongue disappeared, his hands holding me open moved away, and then he rose up on his knees. He didn’t answer, only unzipped his pants—but didn’t remove them.
My eyes dropped to where he pulled out his cock, thick and hard and flushed. It glistened at the tip, making my mouth water. I tried to lift myself up, but it was no use. He wasn’t letting me go.
He ignored my own erection to stroke his own, selfishly taking what I wanted for myself.
“How about this, captive,” he said, his hand sliding up and down his length. “Let’s see how good you scream my name and maybe I’ll consider it.”
Dammit, he had me there, because I’d told him I’d never do that. I had to choose—freedom or my pride.
I’d already seen the trouble my pride had caused, so it was an easy enough answer. I’d beg, yell, put on a performance like he’d never seen, and then he’d give me what I wanted so badly.
To hold him and never let go.
The slide of his fingers over my slit had me crying out his name, but apparently that wasn’t good enough.
He lubed up his dick with my cum, lined it up between my cheeks, and pushed his way inside.
I didn’t have to fake the noises that came out as he stretched me wide, tunneling through until I felt his balls against my skin.
“Too…big,” I managed, and Alejandro grinned savagely before pulling out and shoving back inside again.
Squeezing my eyes shut from the pleasure, I yelled, called out his name, begged, completely let myself go for him. He filled me completely and he stayed right there, deep inside me—and then I felt the silk at my left wrist fall away.
My eyes flew open to see him loosening the one on my right, and then I was free.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” he said, a clear warning that I’d do my best to obey. He punctuated that by thrusting even deeper somehow, and I clenched the sheets.
I met his eyes as he pulled out of me. “I’ll be a very, very good boy.”
Pure molten lust crossed his features as he drove back into me, and this time he didn’t stop.
He railed into me with a feral growl that sounded so possessive I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for him.
The front of his shirt was only buttoned halfway up his chest, which meant all that sweat-slicked skin was on display, the only bare part of him I could touch.
I pressed my palm there, curled my fingers into his pec, and enjoyed the fucking ride.
The pirate taking his captive. Alejandro making me his.
With every drilling into my body I felt myself getting closer, closer. I walked the line of wanting to feel the intensity of what I knew would be an orgasm I’d never forget while not wanting this to be over.
I snaked my free hand down my stomach to wrap around my cock, and his gaze fell to the move.
For a moment, I thought the pirate would emerge to make me stop touching myself, but his body reacted differently.
His rhythm stuttered, his expression changed, becoming less menacing, and then he cursed under his breath.
His climax hit with barely a warning, his warm cum shooting deep inside me. It seemed to surprise him, his fingers digging into my legs where he held them apart.
Watching him fall apart, dropping the act he’d had up for the last hour, was too much for me. I barely had to slide my fist up my dick and I was coming, the force of it hitting Alejandro’s shirt. His name was the one on my tongue as he rocked me through it.
My body felt bruised and battered, like I’d just survived a shipwreck. Every time with my pirate prince was hotter than the last, and I had a feeling, even though I couldn’t currently move, that the night was far from over.
“You,” he said once he’d caught his breath, “were a very good boy.”
I managed a lazy smile as I lay there, melted into the mattress. “And you were a very bad one. My favorite kind.”
He smirked and unbuttoned his shirt. After taking it off, he wiped at the cum that fell on my stomach and then collapsed onto the bed beside me.
Spent and so damn sexy, I couldn’t help but stare at him, wondering how I’d gone thirty-five years without knowing a love like this was possible. It hadn’t been in the cards for me.
Never would I have thought my perfect match would be the man who challenged me at every opportunity, but I was starting to think that arguing with him was as much a part of our love language as sweet nothings were to others.
I managed to roll to my side and wrap my arm around him as his breathing steadied and he opened his eyes.
“I love you,” he said.
Those three words made my heart do crazy things, because I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he meant them. No way in hell he’d admit it if he wasn’t head over heels, madly in love with me.
But I couldn’t resist teasing him one more time.
“I didn’t think a pirate was allowed to love his captive.”
“Maybe not,” Alejandro said, his voice sleepy. “But a prince is allowed to love another prince, so…”
“So?” I said, leaning in to press a kiss to his shoulder.
“So, looks like this pirate prince might get his happily ever after, after all.”
“You know what? I think you might be right. But that’s a discussion for another day, when I have more brain cells. You pirates are sneaky ones.”
Alejandro chuckled but nodded, and as his breathing evened out and my eyes drifted shut, I dreamed of sailing off into the sunset with the man beside me.
The spare and the heir.
Who would’ve thought?