Pirates, Passion and Plunder

by Victoria Vale

  The bald command brought a blush to her cheeks, which was a surprise in and of itself. Blythe hadn't known she had any blushes left in her. She also hadn't expected it and she froze.

  Captain Jake raised his unscarred eyebrow at her. "So far, I am not impressed with your ability to follow orders, Bonny Blythe. Strip or leave. It's your choice."

  So, she stripped. Without any attempt at seduction, without any flirtation, she dropped her satchel to the floor and began pulling off her clothes. The captain's eyebrows raised again when he realized how many small weapons she had hidden around her. A knife in each boot, a garrote tucked into her belt, two stilettos strapped to special sheathes on her forearms, and another garrote in her hair.

  She wondered what they would think if they knew the locket she took from around her neck carried poison rather than a memento.

  But they didn't ask, and they didn't look at it. Well, Jake didn't. She couldn't see where Mack was looking, since he was standing behind her, but she'd be willing to bet her life that his eyes were on her ass. Putting her hands on her hips, she stared back at him, pretending she didn't care that she was completely naked while they were clothed.

  Pretending her nipples were hard from a chill in the air.

  Pretending she wasn't already wet between her thighs.

  She felt off kilter, unsure of herself, for the first time in years, and yet... she also felt truly alive for the first time in years. Her body tingled with anticipation, nipples tightening even more under Jake Raw's sweeping gaze.

  "Very nice," he said approvingly, his voice deeper than it had been before, turned rougher with desire. The way he was sprawled over the chair, she could clearly see the growing bulge at the front of his trousers. "Mack, touch her breasts. I want to know if they're as nice as they look."

  Then why didn't he touch them himself, she wondered, bewildered, but she didn't have much time to think about it. The hot, hard body of the first mate moved against her back, his erection pressing against the soft curves of her ass, and his hands cupped her breasts from behind. She gasped at the suddenness of his touch, the rough callouses on his fingers against her skin, the way his fingers dug into her soft flesh.

  "Very nice." Mack's voice was a purr in her ear, and he rocked his hips against her backside, pinching the tight buds of her nipples. The sharp sting of pain was followed by a rush of pleasure and need. She clenched her thighs together, clenching her jaw against a whimper. "Sweetest handful I've ever held."

  Blythe sucked in a breath as pure lust shot through her. Mack squeezed and massaged with his palms, his fingers pinching and twisting at the sensitive buds of her nipples, pulling on them and rousing her passion. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a lover who had taken the time to actually play with her body.

  Had any, since her husband?

  "Now her pussy," Captain Jake demanded, his eyes hot with need as he watched his brother fondle her. "Let's find out how wet she is."

  Chapter 4

  Mack

  Feeling the tremble that went through her body at his brother's order, Mack knew that he was likely going to find her very wet indeed. Left hand still massaging her breast, playing with the soft mound, he let his right trail down her belly. It quivered beneath his fingers, and then they were curving over the curls adorning her mound, dipping between her wet lips and finding her swollen pleasure nub and wet folds.

  She moaned, leaning back against him as he touched her, and Mack's cock nearly split his trousers. He was hard as hell and desperate to be inside her, but he knew that would have to wait.

  But her pleasure didn't need to.

  Mack loved the feel of a woman's pussy, the way it softened and swelled under his touch, the abundance of cream that she could produce. Bonny Blythe let out a soft cry as he probed deeper between her lips, her own hips bucking against his hand and pushing her swollen nub against his palm.

  He didn't know that he'd ever met a lady more tightly wound, more desperately in need of release.

  "Hot and soaking wet, Jake," he said with relish. She shuddered against him at the statement, further aroused by his announcement. "Have ye ever had two men at once, bonny girl?"

  "No, never." The tightness of her voice didn't come from shock or denial though, he could hear the aching need threaded through her words, feel it in her body. The thought didn't disgust her, it intrigued her.

  Across from them, Jake got to his feet, striding forward to meet them, no longer content with just watching.

  "Make her come, Mack," he ordered, right before his lips descended onto hers.

  Blythe

  The captain didn't kiss, he conquered, mercilessly taking her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, stifling her whimper.

  Caught between the two men, her body was a cyclone of sensations. Each man held one of her breasts, their touch similar yet different. Jake was rougher, Mack's ministrations more finessed. Both of them played with her nipples, making the tender buds throb and pulse with pleasure. Her pussy was spilling cream all over Mack's fingers and still she had not yet reached her pinnacle.

  She clutched at Jake's arms, unsure that she'd be able to remain standing if the men weren't holding her up. Her knees felt weakened, her body overcome by the growing ache in her core.

  Mack's fingers expertly plied her pussy, as if he knew how to touch her better than she did herself. She gasped, rocking between them, sucking on the captain's tongue as her need grew higher and higher, tingling and throbbing along her skin.

  Fingers pinched her nipple sharply, making her cry out, and then Mack's circling fingers pressed hard against her kitty. She rode his fingers, practically sobbing as her climax slammed into her like a windstorm, wrecking her senses. The hot rapture washed over her in waves, rising and falling, leaving her shocked and weak.

  The captain ended the kiss and focused on holding her up, both of their touches gentling. Mack's fingers turned lazy circles around her swollen nub, leaving her spent... yet strangely unsatisfied. Her insides still ached to be filled. Her body loved the feel of theirs against hers but what she really craved was one of them atop her, his weight pressing her down into soft bedding.

  These surprising and unexpected desires left her feeling bewildered.

  "Very nice, my Bonny Blythe," Captain Jake said as she slumped between him and the first mate. She blinked up at him, dazed. "Mack and I will go talk with the crew and hold a vote. We'll be back soon to let you know whether or not you'll be joining the crew."

  To her shock, they put her on the bed—still unclothed—and left her there without satisfying themselves. Staring up at the wooden boards above her head, she tried to understand what had just happened while her body still tingled from the intense pleasure.

  Jake

  "Why?" Nate asked, arms crossed over his barrel chest. His eyes glinted with unhappiness.

  Pirates decided most things with a vote, but the crew trusted Jake and Mack. Once they returned to the deck and announced they'd be raising their hands in favor of Bonny Blythe joining the crew, most of the men had begun nodding. They assumed he had a reason for wanting her aboard—which he did.

  Only Nate was irascible enough to question him.

  "Governor Hopkins has a new ship arriving in a fortnight," Jake replied, sharing the information he'd received earlier today from Pritcher. The man in question nodded back at him, confirming it. "It's said to be the fastest ship ever built, a guaranteed pirate-catcher." His eyes glinted with appreciation as the crew booed. "There's going to be a big celebration and christening of the ship." He shrugged. "Hopkins can't properly appreciate the beauty of such a vessel. We, on the other hand..."

  They laughed heartily, an air of excitement hanging about the ship at the idea of snatching such a ship away from the Navy. Not only would it make them safer, but they could use such a ship for their own purposes. Knowing Hopkins, it would also yield a bounty of weapons and gold. Gossip claimed he intended to sail on it himself.

  Jake had
nearly laughed himself sick at the thought.

  "What's that to do with Bonny Blythe?" Nate asked, still scowling, although not as much as he had been before.

  "She's supposed to be good luck, ain' she?" Someone shouted out, making them all chuckle. The expressions on most of them said they believed though—superstitious lot that they were.

  "Good luck and good timing," Jake said. "It's like this..."

  He'd had the bare beginnings of a plan even before Bonny Blythe appeared on his ship. At the time, he'd thought he'd have to hire a doxy, but Blythe would suit even better. She was at least somewhat educated, well-spoken enough to pass as a wealthy middle-class merchant's wife, if not a lady.

  Once he was done explaining his plot, he called for the vote. Everyone except Nate raised their hand in favor of Blythe joining the crew. Nate didn't raise his hand at all, having seen which way the wind was blowing, but Jake didn't think he was against the plan, he was just stubborn.

  It didn't matter to Jake though, as long as they all accepted it.

  That done, he began barking out orders, drawing Mack to his side long enough to give him a private one.

  "Go get her warmed up for us, brother."

  Mack grinned widely at him. "Aye, aye, Captain."

  Blythe

  Captain Jake had ordered her to strip, and that's exactly how she felt now. Stripped. Not just of her clothing. No, she felt stripped down to the quick, vulnerable in a way that she couldn't remember ever being.

  The daze slowly faded, and she suddenly felt the need to cover herself. What was she doing? Just laying here, naked, on the captain's bed waiting for him to return and tell her to get out? Or to return and fuck her... If the latter, she should probably be ready and accommodating for him, but she felt too exposed already.

  Scrambling to her feet, she pulled her breeches and shirt back on at least, feeling marginally better... except that the fabric of the shirt rubbed against her sensitive nipples and the tightness of her breeches felt tight against her swollen pussy. There was no escaping the way they'd pleasured her.

  Guilt welled up inside of her.

  That's what was wrong.

  Despite the lovers she'd had, the pleasure she'd found with them, she'd never reacted to any of them the way she had the Raw brothers. Not since her husband. Her previous relations had all been of a transactional nature, even when she'd enjoyed herself.

  In all this time, she hadn't just looked at another man and wanted him specifically. Lusted after him as a person. But both of the Raw brothers made her want. Lust. Yearn. It felt like a betrayal of her husband, a distraction from her vow to avenge him, to avenge the future they should have had together.

  But zounds… the pleasure. If that was how she felt when they just used their hands…

  A small part of her almost wished the crew would vote against her. The captain and the first mate were that dangerous to her body. To her emotions.

  If she stayed… well, she would just have to do her best not to enjoy herself too much. This was a business transaction. A trade. Nothing more. Perhaps it had just been too long since her last lover. Surely their effect on her couldn’t endure an extended period of time together.

  A sound at the door made her stiffen. She firmed up her resolve. Whatever happened next, she would not lose her head. She didn’t need to enjoy herself to satisfy her end of the bargain, and she wasn’t going to.

  Chapter 5

  When Mack opened the door to the cabin, he was somewhat surprised to see Blythe on her feet, mostly dressed again, and facing him with an air of challenge. Certainly a change from the sleepy, satisfied woman he’d left there.

  "So?" she asked, her voice clipped with tension. "Am I staying or going?"

  Her eyes widened when the ship rocked, and she realized it was moving. Mack grinned. "Welcome to the crew, Bonny Blythe. The captain will be along shortly, but in the meantime, I'm to warm you up."

  "Warm me..." Her voice trailed off as she caught his meaning. She shook her head, surprising him. "I'm plenty amenable to, ah, servicing him when he's ready for me. There's no need for more." A blush actually appeared in her cheeks, intriguing Mack.

  Whatever the reason for her sudden resistance, Mack wasn't all that interested. "Maybe not, love," he replied, shrugging as he moved toward her. "But captain's orders."

  "Wait!" She protested, putting her hands on his chest as he reached for her.

  Mack wasn't particularly interested in waiting. The deal had been struck... and he wasn't going to be sinking into her yet anyway. As eager as she'd been earlier, he was sure he could get her back to that place. He was looking forward to it.

  So instead of waiting for more protests, he pulled her against his body, enjoying the feel of her lean muscles and soft curves against him. The way her mouth opened under his, and the pleasure of having a woman in his arms. She submitted to his kiss with a sigh and Mack picked her up, a buttock in each hand so that she had to wrap her legs around his waist.

  Still kissing her, he moved toward the large bed, the bulge of his erection rubbing against her with every step he took. Even through the fabric of their clothing, he could feel the heat from her pussy.

  Tipping her back onto the bed, he ended the kiss, leaving her flushed and panting. Time to get her naked again.

  "Mack—wait—I don't need-"

  He ignored her protests as he stripped her down to her skin again, taking the time to pull the pins from the tight knot of her hair as well. The waves of hair fell to the tops of her breasts, soft and silky to the touch.

  When he cupped her breasts, she grabbed his wrists, trying to push his hands away, sounding both annoyed and a little distressed.

  "I don't need this Mack! I'll fuck the captain when he gets back, you don't need to do... this."

  Mack raised his eyebrows at her. "Captain's orders, remember lass? Besides, this is for my own pleasure."

  He squeezed her breasts hard to emphasize his words. But when he lowered his mouth to suckle her nipple, she let out a shriek of outrage, grabbing at his hair and tugging to pull his mouth away.

  Enough was enough.

  Blythe

  When Mack finally pulled back from her breasts, which were already aching from his handling, Blythe breathed a sigh of relief. Figured that the two men she wished would just spread her legs and have her would be more interested in making sure she enjoyed herself. She didn't want to dammit... but it was also hard to find the line between denying herself and denying them.

  She hadn't felt she could protest a kiss, and Mack had a point that fondling her breasts was something he probably enjoyed, but once his hot mouth closed around her nipple, she knew she wouldn't be able to remain aloof and she'd panicked. Thankfully, he'd stopped, although he was now staring down at her with a kind of grimness that didn't bode well.

  "That's it," he said, jumping up.

  Blythe blinked, but before she could sit up to see what he was doing, he'd returned and lifted her up to toss her further onto the bed. Now she was at its center. Mack climbed onto it, grabbing her wrists and pushing them above her head.

  "What are you doing?!" She shrieked when she felt the rope winding around her wrists. It scratched at her skin, holding her tightly enough that nothing happened when she tried to jerk her hands away. Looking up, she was horrified to see Mack quickly loop the rope around one of the slats in the headboard, effectively tying her to the bed.

  A sailor knows all the best knots and she knew she had no chance of releasing herself.

  "Much better," Mack said, looking pleased as he threw himself half atop her, his body pressing down on her hips and keeping her lower half immobile while his face was right at her breasts.

  "Don't, please don't," she pleaded as he traced his tongue around her nipple. The little bud hardened, contradicting her words.

  "Please don't what, beauty?" he asked, chuckling. "Don't enjoy these beautiful tits?" He pinched her nipple making her gasp and squirm beneath him. "That would be a crime
."

  She gasped as he sucked her nipple back into his mouth, worrying the sensitive flesh with his teeth, his dark eyes watching her face for reaction. Blythe could do nothing to stop the lust that stabbed through her, the needy ache flowering in her core... she jerked against the ropes holding her wrists, but there was no give.

  Helpless... that's what she was.

  Which only aroused her further, to her dismay. Why being unable to move would cause her kitty to flutter, she did not know, but every time she jerked at the bonds, her pussy clenched in reaction.

  When Mack began to kiss his way down her stomach, tracing small patterns on her skin with his tongue, she knew where he was headed. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She tried to close her legs, but his big body was already between her thighs, and he easily grasped a limb with each arm and pried them apart, exposing her pussy to his eyes and then his mouth.

  Blythe let out a small sob as his tongue slid up her center, tasting the sensitive flesh, teasing her with the pleasure.

  "Please, no," she begged. "You don't need to do this."

  Mack

  Chuckling, Mack shook his head between her thighs.

  "I think I do, love," he said, sliding his tongue up her sweet slit again, making her hips rise. She was so sweet and wet, and he loved the taste of a lusty woman. Blythe certainly fit the bill, even if she was determined not to enjoy herself for some reason. Mack was just as determined that she would. "For my own pleasure. Besides, captain's orders."

  She let out a frustrated noise as he dipped his head back down, lapping at her tender flesh. With a hand on each thigh, he held them well apart, her body completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to her.

  Jake had wanted her hot and ready for when he was available, and Mack was happy to oblige. His brother liked giving orders, no matter where he was. Mack could be bossy in his own right, otherwise he'd be a terrible first mate, but he didn't mind following Jake's lead in most things.