His Pirate (Second Chance Book 2)

by Stephanie Lake

  He took a swallow of the overly sweet wine. What he really should have was a bracing cup of tea, but at this hour, he doubted that could be arranged, so he drank more port. The cloyingly sweet flavor improved with each sip.

  They both finally caught their breath, and Breckenridge gave him a lovely, almost shy smile.

  He chuckled at the coy look so incongruous on this pirate captain.

  Breckenridge chuckled back, and soon they were laughing. Ridiculous to laugh at nothing, but it felt right at that moment. Breckenridge reached across the table and took his hand. Rhain squeezed his fingers. They leaned together for a kiss, the table edge pressing into his gut.

  Without breaking the kiss, his pirate climbed over the table and straddled his lap, wrapped his legs around his waist, and ground their lips and crotches together.

  Breathless from the kiss, Rhain struggled to his feet, one hand on the table to steady himself, the other on the captain’s firm arse to keep him in place. He made it to the bed without dropping his precious bundle and then set him gently on the mattress. Leaning over, he pushed and followed the man’s controlled fall to the quilted bedding. The bed was firm and didn’t give when both their weights came down together.

  Holding the captain, he straightened them on the bed and, leaning on an elbow, slowly undressed them both, enjoying the perfect, almost hairless body revealed by the bright dinner lanterns still burning. Such a luxury.

  His pirate lay quietly, staring at his face. The moment was potent, intimate. More intimate than the fucking he’d participated in before with unknown men who sold their arses for coin. More intimate than his lovemaking with Robert, who by comparison seemed stiff and hesitant and who allowed no illumination during their time together.

  He kissed those lovely lips gently. Pulling away reluctantly, their lips held together for a second longer as if they too did not want the contact to end. “You are beautiful, my pirate.”

  Breckenridge smiled and ran a finger down Rhain’s cheek. “As are you, my aristocrat.”

  Rhain laughed, trying to cover the giddy flood of contentment. “Hardly an aristocrat. I’m thirty-second in line to inherit the title His Grace the Duke of Portland. Not likely to ever be invited to the palace for dinner.”

  “The…the Prime Minister.” Breckenridge whistled one long, low note. “How the bloody hell am I supposed to address you, then?” He didn’t wait for Rhain to comment. “I have never come all over anyone related to a damn duke before.”

  They both laughed, but even with the jesting, he couldn’t help but enjoy the surge of dizzy happiness that tickled his body like he’d swallowed a barrel of sunshine. Could Breckenridge feel how the interaction between them was something rare, something to be cherished? All at once the situation seemed too intense. He needed time to sort himself out, along with his emotions, so he turned the encounter back to the physical and licked one small dusky nipple.

  Breckenridge arched off the bed and moaned. “God, do that again.”

  Rhain followed his orders, and soon he licked and touched all the lovely burnished skin exposed to the night air. He reached down and caressed that perfect prick, but he desired, needed, more. Would the captain let him? There were men who didn’t partake of the ultimate sin. In fact, he’d only ever agreed to have it done to him once, when he was too soused to care. Even with the alcohol as lubrication, it had hurt like the man used a scrub brush.

  Wincing at the memory, he persisted; after all, some men did seem to like being fucked. He slipped a hand under the captain’s tight balls.

  The man bucked his hips.

  Then he slid his fingers slowly, softly along the man’s arse crease.

  Breckenridge gasped, opened eyes that had been squeezed shut, and pinned him with a stare. Black eyes glittering in the lamplight.

  “Would you… That is, I’d like to… Well, damnation, what I’m trying to say is, will you let me fuck you?”

  Smiling, Breckenridge nodded very slightly, but his body relaxed into the bedding as if he’d just been given a dram of opium. “Grab the oil from the table.”

  Not giving him a chance to change his mind, Rhain climbed off the bed, reached the two feet to the table, and jumped back to the bed with only half a second between.

  Breckenridge laughed. “Eager, are you?” The pirate must be eager too, for he hadn’t moved. There he lay with his legs cocked and spread, his dusky crease barely visible under a tight, lightly haired sac.

  It took a few deep breaths before he could say, “Oh yes, I am.” He slicked his fingers and slid them to the puckered hole that would soon accept his cock. He slipped in the tip of one finger. “God, you’re tight, and I can feel you kissing my finger.”

  His pirate jerked, gasped, and looked at him with wide eyes. Did he not like bed talk, or was his arse that sensitive? Either situation could be cured by distracting him with more kisses while his hole was being prepared.

  He leaned down and slipped his tongue between kiss-swollen lips just as his finger breached the tight ring of muscles. He could taste the captain’s moan and feel the intimate kiss grasping and releasing his finger.

  His balls screamed for release, and he had to move his hips away from the hot body next to him before he sank his ready-to-explode cock deep into this willing man.

  Then, forgetting to be quiet, he told Breckenridge everything he planned to do to his body seconds before he did them. “I’m going to slip another finger into that hot hole of yours. Let your muscles play with them, stroke them, hold them tight.”

  Breckenridge writhed on the bed, panting. His cock bobbed up and then against his flat belly with need.

  “Yes, just like that. Are you feeling full?”

  The other man nodded.

  “Not as full as you will feel when I put my big rod up your hole and plow you into the bed.”

  “Now, do it now. I’m ready.”

  “No, I don’t believe so.” Although it took everything within him to keep from taking this man right that moment, Rhain wanted him to enjoy this coupling, and that meant getting him properly prepared. “Not until your arse has kissed three of my fingers. You don’t want to miss that sensation, do you?”

  The captain writhed when a third finger pressed against that sweet, puckered flesh and called out as fingers pushed into the warm, tight heat.

  Rhain rested his head on the other man’s chest and focused on breathing and not coming. The night air whispering through the open mullioned window cooled the moisture on the tip of his cock.

  There seemed to be a direct line of sensation from his fingers, being milked by anal muscles, to his cock. He could feel himself plowing Breckenridge even though his cock only touched cool air.

  Trying to ignore that part of his body, his fingers fucked Breckenridge, fast, probably too fast, even though the man didn’t protest, to prepare him for penetration.

  “I’m going to… Unhgh.” He fought back the need to release. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes, God yes, Morgan…Rhain. Now. Do it now, Rhain.”

  The sound of his given name, quietly slipping between his pirate’s perfect lips, sent his cock twitching. He bit his lip to keep from coming. When again in control, he positioned himself above his pirate, who wrapped his legs around his waist. Pulling out his fingers and rubbing some of the remaining oil onto his shaft, he then quickly lined up his cock to that puckering hole and pushed.

  The surge of sensation, like a balloon of pleasure expanding inside his belly, was near excruciating. He bit his lip again to stay in control.

  Breckenridge grabbed his arse and pulled, which seated his cock balls-deep. “God above, holy mother… Ahhh!” And then he pumped as if his salvation depended on a deep, hard, fast fuck.

  The sound of flesh slapping flesh and arse sucking and lapping on cock filled the room. Breckenridge pulled him closer, and he felt the man’s straining prick against his stomach.

  “Yes, that’s good. There, fuck me. Like that. Harder. Yes…yes…o
h God, yes.” The captain held them together with strong arms and legs as he found his release.

  Looking into the captain’s eyes while that hot, tight friction caressed his prick and the ship rolled from one side to the other was beyond any encounter he’d ever experienced. He was lost in that obsidian gaze as his body went over the edge of a waterfall of bliss.

  ALASTAIR COULD NO more take his gaze off that handsome face with the soulful whiskey-colored eyes than he could stop his body from breathing. Sweat glistened on the pale skin and started to slick down Rhain’s brown hair.

  His hole burned, but the pain was nothing compared to the incomparable sensation of that big ruddy cock poking his prostate. His muscles flexed and grabbed at the cock as if they were trying to keep Rhain deep inside him forever. He moaned, because goddamn, this felt so perfect.

  He pulled Rhain farther down on top of him. It restricted the man’s thrusts, but Alastair needed to feel his full weight when he came.

  The man was big, and that hot, heavy weight plowing him into the mattress and trapping his cock between their bodies was heaven.

  Rhain would come soon, he could tell by the short rapid thrusts and the hitch in his breath. Wanting to come while being plowed, he rubbed his cock against Rhain’s lightly furred abdomen. With his arse getting a thorough reaming and his cock sliding in the sweat between their bodies, his spending was imminent. He started making demands, not at all certain what he said, and then he came, pulling Rhain closer as if that could keep the man tethered inside him forever. Throwing his head back, he yelled his pleasure as thousands of exhilarating pinpricks engulfed his body.

  He still enjoyed the undulating wave of pleasure coursing through his body when Rhain’s thrusts lost their rhythm and his body stiffened. The tendons in his neck stood out, and his handsome face twisted as if in pain. And then he roared his pleasure.

  It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever beheld.

  Slowly, Rhain began to relax, and Alastair accepted all his weight. The heavy, warm, slick and sticky cocoon around him was comforting and erotic as all hell. It took only moments before he was hard again.

  When Rhain’s breathing went back to normal, he rose up on his arms. “I must be half suffocating you. I’ll—”

  “No, I love the feel of you, Rhain.” And he reached for a kiss that lingered, slow and tender. A kiss like that, the feeling it left, could bring a man as weak as himself to tears.

  With passion spent, they took time touching and exploring, and before long, Rhain was hard inside his arse again.

  “I don’t even remember your given name,” Rhain whispered.

  “Alastair. My name is Alastair.”

  Shifting his weight, Rhain lifted an arm and gently ran a finger along his overly sensitized collarbone. “Alastair. A lovely name for a beautiful man.”

  Staring at this strong man while his arse was stuffed full with his prick filled him with a joy and longing he never expected.

  This time their loving turned slow, intimate. Rhain whispered the most outrageous things in his ear, punctuated by his given name. Each utterance sent his cock one step closer to peaking.

  What was it about this man? He seemed to understand everything Alastair wanted and needed even better than he did himself. The man was a pure magician in bed.

  Alastair came with Rhain’s tongue twined around his. Their loving built slowly to a blinding climax that seemed to last years. His contractions around Rhain’s cock, his “kisses” as Rhain called them, pushed the younger man over the threshold. He felt another surge of warm come filling his body, and at that moment, for some reason, he felt like crying.

  What a bloody, damn, stupid thing. He turned his head away from Rhain’s panting breaths, and as soon as the man settled from his climax, Alastair pushed at his chest.

  “So sorry. You must be half flat by now.” He rolled over and wiped sweat from his brow.

  Alastair went to the washstand and dipped in two small towels. “This will be cold,” he said as he tossed it to Rhain. When they were both clean, he slipped back into bed, and Rhain pulled him close. The boy was asleep in moments, but Alastair lay there, his head on that lightly furred, muscular chest, listening to a strong, even heartbeat, and wondered at his sudden melancholy mood.

  Chapter Six

  There was an amazing aroma. Spicy and dark, like a deep earthen cave. It twined around in Rhain’s dreams until he woke, perhaps just to find out what produced that delightful smell.

  Rhain stretched and worked his muscles, suddenly realizing he felt good. Very good.

  His feet didn’t hang off the side of a small bunk for the first time in… How long? Blinking one eye open, he noticed soft white-linen sheets instead of coarse stained ones, polished, stained-wood walls, instead of his unfinished pine, and enough light filtered in that there must be a window. Not his berth. Where the devil am I?

  All of a sudden he remembered.

  Damnation.

  He turned over so fast the blankets moved with him, and he caught a distinct draft along his backside.

  Blinking sleep from his eyes and fumbling with the blankets, it took him a moment to notice Alastair sitting calm and quiet at the table where, the night before, Rhain had intended on having a late night snack and ended up getting his cock sucked instead. There were stacks of maps and charts in front of the captain, and he stared directly at where Rhain had just covered his naked arse. His face heated.

  “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Alastair said with a half smile and one raised brow.

  Rhain buried his head in the blankets for a moment, but couldn’t keep from chuckling. “Yes, surprising with all the noise on this ship. How can you sleep through all those damn bells that ring all day and all night?”

  The bed dipped, and Rhain forced away his embarrassment. Uncomfortable lazing about when Alastair was up and dressed and sitting so close he could feel the heat against his hip, he uncovered and sat up.

  “Actually, the bells help me sleep. They tell me that all is well, what time it is, and that assigned duties are being seen to.”

  “All that information from annoying bells?”

  “They only ring every half hour. Not all day and all night.” Brushing back that coquettish braid, Alastair smiled a gentle, almost shy smile.

  Shy was not a reaction he ever thought to see on this man’s face. It suited him. It suited him very well.

  “Would you like to break your fast? We have eggs and sausage, very dry bread. I wouldn’t suggest eating that. It is hard enough to break a tooth.” He stood and thumped the pale, round loaf on the table to demonstrate. “And there is this strange brew that cook makes. We received a cask full of cocoa—awful stuff—in Venezuela about two years ago. I do not care for the damn dark, bitter beans. Cook tried at least a dozen ways to prepare it where it would be palatable to me, since the locals swear it has nourishing properties and we have so much of it. All his attempts were dreadful, except this one.” He walked over to the bed, holding out a cup of what looked like normal hot chocolate but smelled like a rich field. “Want to try it?”

  Nodding, he took the cup.

  “I have to warn you, there is enough sugar in that cup to choke a cow.”

  “I should like it, then. Lydia complains that I eat up all the sweets in the house before she has an opportunity to try them.” He took a sip of the piquant and very sweet drink. It was good. It was…better than good. Not fantastic—too unusual for that—but addictive to be sure. He took another sip to verify his assessment. “This is good. I’d like to buy the ingredients from you. As long as they come with the recipe for this drink.” He held up the cup and took a deep swallow, allowing the liquid to sit heavy and thick on his tongue.

  “My dear, I will give you a bag of those damnable beans along with the dried chilies and cardamom that make them tolerable.” He extracted the cup from Rhain’s hand and leaned in for a kiss.

  The kiss tasted like the drink—dark and sinful. He felt his rod stirr
ing, even though he’d experienced four extraordinary orgasms the night before.

  When Alastair pulled back, his eyes were simmering with lust. “Currently, I have to plot a course to Barbados. Something I find rather tedious and have performed since my sailing master decided not to leave Morocco.”

  “You do? I think it would be fascinating. It is something I would enjoy learning more about.”

  His captain rose, lifted a dust-covered tome, and handed it to Rhain. “This is a text on navigation. Feel free to borrow it. I have not looked at the dry thing in years. I shall warn you, however, it will put you in a doze faster than a full bottle of wine.”

  Rhain looked at the old book and thumbed through a few pages. It seemed like something he would enjoy. There were equations, star charts, and diagrams he did not as of yet understand but was looking forward to learning more about them. He looked at Alastair and said, “Thank you.”

  Alastair looked away. “Yes, well, I must work, but do feel free to eat and walk around my cabin naked as long as you’d like.” He swatted Rhain’s thigh and left the bed to return to his charts.

  Rhain laughed. “But what about my reputation if it were to become known that you have seen my cock, sir?”

  “Rhain, I do believe that with the roaring you did last night, the crew knows you plowed me. If they are not shocked at that, they will not be shocked with a simple ogling of your interesting regions.” He winked.

  Something deep inside him twisted and changed during their teasing. Rhain had the sneaking suspicion he genuinely liked his pirate.

  It took him almost half an hour to leave the captain’s chamber.

  Alastair insisted Rhain needed help with his jacket, his shirt, his cravat. The longest delay was when he’d required help with his drawers. Oh Lord, the way he helped with those drawers.

  Rhain walked awkwardly, the stiffening cock in his trousers responding to the memory of Alastair giving him what he called “an olive oil cleansing.”