The Lust Boat (23 page)

“Is that all you’re excited about?”

“No.”

“Good, because I’m going to ravish you as soon as we’re on board, like any good pirate would.”

They pulled up alongside the
Vixen
and Ryan helped her climb the rope ladder to the deck. He stood behind her, issuing orders to the deckhands to return the lifeboat and set sail. Ryan grabbed one of the men on deck in a bear hug and exchanged a few words with him, his voice too low for her to hear. This was the real Ryan Callahan, confident, in charge, issuing orders that were obeyed quickly, and without question. Even without the costume, he would have looked the part of the pirate. Her pussy creamed at the sight of him. He belonged to her. A shiver ran down her spine, and she belonged to him.

“Don’t worry about it Bro. I’ll take care of it.” The other man shook hands with Ryan and clapped him on the back in a familiar manner before he joined the others in the tender.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

“Nothing you need worry about. Down below, wench.” His terse order sent a bolt of desire through her, driving out any curiosity she might have had. She didn’t dare question his authority to order her around, didn’t want to question it.

Candace moved to the stairs with Ryan close behind her. “That’s my cabin. In there.” She entered the cabin he indicated, admiring the luxurious period appointments. Ryan’s voice sparked a wicked flame. She needed him inside her, didn’t think she could wait much longer to feel his cock filling her. Ryan didn’t disappoint her.

“On the bed. Now.” Candace followed his terse orders, lying on her back in the middle of the built-in bed. “Pull your skirt up. I want to look at you.” Again, she complied. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. Candace spread her legs wide. The air felt cool on her wet, exposed cleft. “Hands above your head.” Candace raised her arms to the headboard. Her heart tripped as Ryan moved to the bed. He pulled the red satin sash from the waistband of his breeches and reached over her head. He tied her wrists together and secured them to the headboard.

“Now, wench, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.” His fingers made swift work of the button-front placket of his breeches. His erection sprang free. Candace spread her legs wider, welcoming him. Ryan climbed on the bed, fully clothed, and sank into her wet sheath in one swift, hard thrust. Candace gasped at the heated invasion of her body. He buried himself to the hilt. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you’re mine, wench.”

“I’m… yours…” she gasped between thrusts. “ Fuck me Ryan… Fuck me hard.” Her breasts bounced as Ryan did as she requested. Water lapped against the side of the ship, feet pounded on the deck above, fabric brushed against fabric. Ryan’s cock slid in and out, making wet sucking sounds. Raw guttural moans rumbled out of his chest as he strained against her. Candace pulled against her restraints. Her palms itched to touch him, to feel the muscles in his back, to wrap around the hard strength in his arms. In her need, she cradled Ryan between her thighs, bucking her hips to meet him, grinding her swollen clit against him as he rode her, driving her closer with each spearing thrust, to the release she craved.

“Come for me, wench. Feel me up inside you, fucking you. I’m…” he drove into her hard, “going…” he pulled out and drove back in, “to fuck you…” his cock touched her womb, “till you can’t tell… where you end… and I begin.”

Candace spiraled out of control as Ryan slid home on more time with enough force to send her head to the headboard.

She’d fallen in love with a pirate. Her head spun with the certainty.

Ryan’s cock swelled inside her and her vagina convulsed around him. She couldn’t get close enough to him. Where their bodies joined, they became one. Ryan thrust one more time, and hot semen flooded her channel. Candace welcomed his weight as he collapsed on top of her. Fabric whispered above her head and her hands fell free. She wrapped her arms around her pirate and squeezed.

“Thanks for kidnapping me.”

“I didn’t have much choice.”

“What do you mean?”

Ryan raised to his forearms. His eyes met hers in the soft golden light of the cabin’s lamps. “I mean, you have my heart. I couldn’t let you walk away with it. I had to kidnap you and either get mine back, or win yours to replace it.”

“Oh Ryan,” she whispered. “You all ready have my heart. I think you’ve had it since the first day we met.” His cock grew hard again and she tilted her hips in answer to his need.

“You have too many clothes on, wench.”

Candace smiled and clenched her pussy around his cock. “Do your worst, pirate.”