Chasing Pan: Tales from Neverland (Dark Fairy Tales Book 3)

by S Cinders

  The rest of my crew looked at Peter warily and I had to admit, I didn’t blame them. He was huge and rather intimidating even in brown trousers and a leaf green pullover.

  I couldn’t help but stare at him. Perhaps it was because his eyes matched his shirt making them bright against his tan skin, or because he had a body that rivalled a male model.

  Or maybe, it was just me.

  “Where do you want to put him?” Alex huffed. “We have no spare cabins or berths.”

  “String up a hammock somewhere,” I waved him off. Honestly, I was preparing for another long voyage. Surely, Alex could take care of such a simple task.

  Tiger Lilly had been distant ever since we found Peter. I knew that she had wanted to kiss him, but the very thought had my blood boiling. There was no way in hell she was putting her lips anywhere near him.

  And no, I didn’t want to evaluate that further.

  We began much as we started, it was hard work and that left little time for discussion. What I hadn’t expected was that Peter would jump in and work alongside of us.

  I even saw Alex give him a look of approval when he helped with the sails of the mizzen mast.

  Perhaps, things were looking up.

  We worked almost twenty-four hours straight sailing out of earth’s atmosphere and breaking back into outer space.

  Peter taught us all kinds of things about oxygen and how what we were doing was completely impossible. I couldn’t believe the rubbish that he was spouting about needing fresh air and how we should have burnt up as we crossed.

  Apparently, Peter could be very dramatic.

  When things settled, and we were able to leave the less complicated navigating to my crew. I trudged down the stairs to my cabin.

  I had changed into a corset that closed in the front. Without thought, I kicked off my boots and unlaced the black leather. My skin welcomed the fresh breeze that gently raised goosebumps and puckered my nipples.

  With a sigh of relief, I tossed my clothing to the side, having already removed my pants, I began to brush my teeth. I had a mouth full of toothpaste when my cabin door was thrust open and Peter stood in the doorway.

  It took him a second and a half, before he swiftly slammed the door behind him.

  “Good Lord, woman! Do you ever wear clothes?” he growled at me.

  I spit the toothpaste out, trying to not show how much his presence decomposed me.

  “I always sleep nude,” I replied loftily.

  His eyes darkened.

  “Why are you here?” I blurted out, not sure if I should sit or stand. I had never been trained on naked etiquette. Does one just stand there? Surely, not?

  “This is my room,” he returned silkily.

  I put my hands on my hips, not even noticing how it made my boobs jut out towards him.

  “This is the Captain’s Quarters, and you are not the captain.”

  His eyes were glued to my body and for a moment I thought he wouldn’t respond.

  “Erm,” I cleared my throat.

  He lazily brought his gaze to mine, “You told Alex to find a place to hang my hammock. He said that I could damn well do that myself. This is where I chose.”

  Sure enough, in the far corner of my room, was a hammock swinging with the sway of the boat.

  “Hell, no.” I stamped my foot causing way too much of my body to jiggle.

  His voice was thick and husky, “Fuck, yes.”

  “Bastard!” I snarled.

  He was on me in a second. All heat and hard body, as he pressed me against the wall.

  “I never claimed to be anything more,” he bit the side of my neck, making me moan through clenched teeth.

  “Get off me,” I demanded, but it came out as more of a breathy plea.

  “Not a chance,” his warm lips grazed the shell of my ear, and I felt my heart gallop out of my chest. My stomach had sunk to my toes, and my brain had abandoned me. Nothing was where it was supposed to be. Least of all him.

  “Peter,” I had meant to sound stern, but by the way he growled when I said his name. I knew I had failed miserably.

  Then he kissed me.

  All thought of escaping or beating him over the head with the nearest object was replaced by his sinful mouth.

  I hands clutched his shirt as I lifted on my tiptoes to better reach him.

  He slanted his mouth, forcing me to open mine. I couldn’t believe I was doing this...again. I had told myself after the night in his bed that I would steer clear of Peter.

  The feelings that enveloped me whenever he was near scared the living daylights out of me.

  I found myself doing things and making decisions that I couldn’t help but wonder if he had me drugged.

  The way his lips moved against mine was certainly intoxicating. I wanted more. No, I needed more. Wrapping my arms around his neck I leapt up, and he caught me as my legs coiled about him.

  There was never any break from the kiss. It was as if he knew what I needed and was one step ahead of me.

  Being this close to his hard body, I couldn’t help but relish the way my nipples felt as they grazed against his shirt. My body grinding against him, in the most shameless of manners.

  He wrenched his lips away as he laid me on my berth, “You are like holding fire. I know I am going to get burned, but I can’t help but be fascinated by the flame.”

  I smiled in the fashion of women since the beginning of time, “Can’t handle it, Pan?”

  He ripped his shirt off and my jaw dropped.

  Next, he removed his shoes and pants until all he wore were thin cotton briefs.

  His dick was so large that the mushroomed head poked a bit out of the top of his underwear.

  “Fuck,” I panted, “Is it supposed to be that massive?”

  His eyes narrowed, “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “It’s just that I have never seen one,” I swallowed nervously, “Stretched out like that.”

  He stalked me like a panther does its prey.

  “Are you trying to say that you have never seen a man’s erect cock before?”

  I shook my head, cheeks blushing, “I mean I saw Tinkerbell sucking off Charlie once.”

  “Holy fuck! You need a keeper,” he growled, hopping on the bed but keeping his dick away from me. “How did I end up with a virgin?”

  I blinked. Not sure if he meant that in a good way or a bad way.

  “Just lucky I guess,” I tried smiling, but it fell short.

  He blew out a shuddered breath, “Lucky, indeed.”

  CHAPTER 11 – Peter

  NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I ever been faced with such temptation. Ebony’s heavy-lidded eyes followed my every move. The girl should never play poker. Every thought written across her gorgeous features was clear for me to read.

  She wanted me.

  And I sure as hell wanted her.

  I leaned over and captured her lips in a lingering kiss. I wanted to know every inch of her mouth by the taste and touch of mine. She moaned deep in her throat.

  The sounds she made had my gut clenching, and my heart racketing about its cage. She bit my lip, and I nearly came undone.

  I pulled back to kiss her eyelids, her forehead and then trailed kisses along her jawline. Ebony writhed underneath me, tilting her head to the side so that I had better access.

  Everything about her was liquid sensuality. Ebony was effortlessly taking to lovemaking as a duck did to water.

  Or maybe it was my need for her was growing exponentially with every catch of her breath, every involuntary shudder.

  Her hands roamed my chest but hadn’t ventured out further. I wanted her to feel me, to not be afraid. Gently I took one of her hands and wrapped it around my cock. We both hissed at the contact.

  I took her hand in mine and showed her what I like, what I need.

  Ebony’s grey eyes looked dark and hooded, “Touch me,” she said softly, and I reached up to take her breasts into my hands.

  I was fascinated
by how my tan skin looked against the pale globes. Her magnificent breasts were no longer smashed into a corset. And after seeing them like this, I almost wished they could always be mine.

  But that would be ridiculous, and I shoved the thought away.

  I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking, and flicking it with my tongue. Ebony was incredibly sensitive, and I knew with every suck that her pussy was getting wetter. I switched to the other side and made sure that it got the same exquisite attention.

  Her hands were tightening on my dick as she arched her back, trying to shove her tits further into my mouth.

  I broke away and looked down at her, “We can still stop.”

  I was panting like a madman. My hair no doubt was standing on end from her fingers, and my body was poised on the brink.

  But I didn’t want to take anything from her that she wasn’t willingly giving away.

  “Fuck me, Peter,” her whisper went straight to my dick, and my heart seized in my chest.

  I knelt in front of her, spreading her thighs wide. The scent of her arousal washed over me, and I knew I needed a taste.

  Lifting her hips to my face, I kept my green eyes locked on her gray ones.

  Languidly, I licked her entire pussy in long strokes. Her hands flew to her breasts and began to squeeze them.

  “Play with your nipples, Ebony,” I instructed. “Show me what feels good.”

  Her face lit with color, but she did as she was told. Her small fingers, drawing tight circles around her nipple until they were aching and hard.

  I continued to eat her pussy like it as a gourmet meal, and I was on death row.

  I lapped up her honeyed juices and used my fingers to try and help ease into her tight hole.

  She gasped when I put two fingers in. Her fingers, pulling harshly on her nipples. I watched her every movement to be sure that she was getting the greatest pleasure from me.

  A third finger made it incredibly tight. And my dick wept, knowing how amazing she was going to feel.

  I sucked her clit into my mouth, rhythmically pulling, as her hips thrashed, and she released for me, shuddering as beautifully as an angel.

  I didn’t want her to feel pain, but I had waited long enough.

  My dick demanded that it slip inside of her.

  I held it in my hands and coated the head with her cum. Ebony’s eyes flashed with desire, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.

  Sliding the tip inside, I gasped at the tightness that threatened to have me spilling like a youth.

  “Fuck,” I willed my body to hold still, wanting her to get used to the fullness.

  I pushed a little further in, “Open your eyes, Ebony, and don’t close them.”

  Her gray eyes popped open, and I saw so many conflicting emotions there that it startled me. But the greatest of all was need, and I could do something about that.

  I slid an inch further. The process was long and arduous and ultimately the most fantastic experience of my life.

  “I am sorry,” I whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  A tear slipped down her cheek, and I felt it everywhere.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  To be honest, I wasn’t sure that I could. But I would try, for her.

  “No,” she winced, “Just give me a second.”

  I leaned down and kissed her again. Deep drugging kisses that would take her mind off the pain. My dick felt like it was caught in a vise. I wasn’t sure it had ever felt this good before.

  Her hips began to move, and I sank to the hilt. It was, by and large, the best thing I had ever experienced. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  Pulling out slowly, I thrust my hips back again, sinking until I was completely enveloped by her heat. It felt so fucking good.

  Back and forth I gently glided, not wanting to hurt her and desperate to plunge with abandon. I keep my moves measured and calm. Her juices began flowing again, and it was easier to thrust. Her hips began meeting mine.

  “Yes!” I growled out. Pushing harder, going deeper, relishing every moan, as she climbed her way to ecstasy once more.

  I was on the brink, but I wasn’t going to spend without her.

  Reaching between us, I rubbed her engorged clit. It stood out proud and fuck if that wasn’t sexy as hell.

  Her gray eyes rolled back, as her body finally broke. I quickly thrust into her, making the most of every contraction, drawing out her orgasm and bringing mine closer.

  At the last moment, I pulled out and spent on her tight stomach.

  “Fuck, Ebony, you were incredible.”

  She was panting, trying to catch her breath, “That,” she closed her eyes, “Nobody said it would be like that.”

  I stood and grabbed a towel to wipe her stomach. But her words stayed with me.

  “Do you mean that in a good way or a bad way?” I hated the hesitation in my voice, but the question had to be asked.

  I crawled into the small berth next to her. There was just enough room for us if we laid closely together.

  Ebony went one further and entangled her legs with mine, laying her head in the crook of my neck.

  “In a fucking fantastic way,” she muttered, sleepily.

  Then I remembered that we hadn’t had rest for over twenty-four hours. I pulled her naked body tighter against my own.

  “Sleep, Little One.”

  She made a face but was too exhausted to reply.

  I laid awake for a while watching her in the moonlight. I felt different, changed somehow. All I could think of was that a pirate’s daughter from Neverland wouldn’t want to live in the corporate world.

  I had fucked this up. But now that I had taste of Ebony, I didn’t think I could let her go.

  Hook would certainly never understand, and I had never met Silver. But from what I understood, he was much more ruthless. It was late into the night before I finally succumbed to sleep. I dreamt of pirate ships, sword fights, and mayhem, but mostly I dreamt of her.

  CHAPTER 12- Ebony

  THE AIR IN THE HOLD was rancid and putrid. It never really shows you to truth while watching movies. But even on a magical pirate ship people get seasick and the heat becomes oppressive.

  The only tolerable location to be at is on the deck, where the wind caresses your overheated body and the air smells a bit like sunlight. The crew had stripped down to the least amount of clothing that they could get away with. At least, without me throwing them overboard.

  I was used to the undress of my crew and had even accustomed myself to Lilly and the Lost boys. Tink was always dressed in next to nothing so no adjustment was necessary there.

  Peter, on the other hand, was a constant distraction. My eyes would catch the muscles rippling in this back. His pants which were looser from the physical exertion, hung so low on his hips that I could see the dimples above his ass.

  I wanted to lick them. Feel them with my fingertips as he thrust his gigantic cock inside of me. More than once someone had to clear their throat to gain my attention. It was humiliating.

  To make matters worse, he had left my cabin the morning after our tryst. Peter tried to ignore me and was successful a good deal of the time. However, when I decided what was good for the goose was good for the gander. I ripped off my corset for a black lacy bra that was three times too small.

  I had been out of my cabin for approximately twelve seconds when I found myself thrown over a strong male’s shoulder and hauled back in.

  “Are you insane?” Peter raged as he tossed me onto the bed.

  I quirked a brow, “What are you talking about?”

  “Your damn nipple is hanging out for hells-sake Ebony!”

  I looked down and indeed my right breast seemed to be crawling out of the tight bra.

  “What is a little nip-slip between friends?” I ventured.

  He pounced on me. His hard-sweaty body covered mine as his teeth grazed my nipple.

  Holy Fuck!

  “Your body is mine!” Peter gro
wled, “You are not showing it to all of the dumb shits on board. Damn it, Eb, are you trying to get hurt?”

  I drew back, “No one would harm me! I am the Captain!”

  He pressed into me, “Fine, if you are so damn sure, fight me off.”

  I scowled, trying to ignore the heat of his breath skimming my ear.

  “I am not fighting you.”

  “Okay,” his body relaxed, and I felt his weight cutting off my oxygen.

  “Shit, Peter, I can’t breathe! Get off!” I shoved against his rock-hard chest.

  “I’m tired,” he feigned a yawn, “I think I will take a nap.”

  “You shithead, I can’t fucking breathe!”

  Peter turned his head, “Then fight.”

  I squirmed underneath him, pushing him with all my strength. Peter didn’t move an inch. Well, his frame didn’t. But I felt his cock grow exponentially.

  He raised himself to his elbows, “Oh, Ebony! I didn’t realize you were down there.”

  “Hardy-har-har,” I gripped. “What are you trying to prove?”

  His smile tugged at my gut, “I think my point has been made.”

  “You think you want to get laid?” I quipped, “Peter, this is so forward of you!”

  His eyes darkened to an emerald green, “You are pushing it, Little One.”

  I reached down between us and grabbed his cock, “I like the push and pull.”

  Perhaps I was playing with fire, maybe I was bored, or quite possibly I was finally giving into the chemistry that had been brewing around us the last few days.

  “You and I,” he shook his head, “There can’t be an us.”

  I tried not to flinch at his words. I wasn’t stupid. I knew the complications as well as he did.

  “Why did you say that I was yours then?” I bit off.

  He clenched his jaw.

  “I don’t belong to you or anyone else. This here, it’s just a bit of fun. When all is said and done I am not expecting a ring. Shit, Peter, I’m a pirate. If I want to fuck half the crew, you can’t do anything about it.”

  His face turned to pure rage, “You will not fuck anyone else!”

  “It’s my body,” I was hurt and spouting off anything I could to make him feel the same way. “You aren’t the only cock on board. If you don’t want me?”