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expression on Fox s face. The pirate s eye was focused hungrily on Adam s lips. Deliberately,
Adam trailed his finger over Fox s cock again and licked it clean with quick, darting strokes
of his tongue, his gaze never leaving his captain s face.
Fox cried out, his body spasming. Fox s cock jerked in Adam s hand, pulsing as his seed
burst free. A surge of renewed arousal rushed through Adam at the almost pained expression
of rapture on Fox s face.
Panting, Fox wrapped his arms around Adam and pulled him close.
Adam rested his head on the pirate s sweat-damp shoulder, content to let his arousal
fade until it was a low thrum in his blood. Staring up at the ceiling, he listened to Fox s
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breathing calm. He d touched another man intimately. Put his hand on another man s cock
and brought him to orgasm, tasted his seed. The sense memory of tea and spice made his
mouth water. Why wasn t he upset, or elated, or something other than content to lie here
beside a centuries-dead myth? His world should be tilting on its axis, not swaying gently,
rocked in the sea s arms.
You re over-thinking things, aren t you? Fox said.
Adam started; he d thought the pirate asleep. I& yes, he said, well aware of his own
quirks. He felt Fox s muscles tense beneath his cheek.
Regrets?
No, Adam said, pouring every bit of his happiness into his tone. It s just -- I had
intimate relations with a male ghost aboard a sailing legend. I keep waiting for panic to set
in.
Ah, Fox said. If you can tie your thoughts into tangles this soon after loving, I ve
failed in teaching you the first lesson of pleasure. With a sinuous move that owed more to a
cat than a man, Fox rolled on top of Adam.
I am your eager student, Captain, Adam said, trailing his hands up the pirate s
muscular back. Instead of satiny skin, his fingers found rough, raised lines. Puzzled, he traced
the marks. Fox s entire back was covered with them. Adam s mind stuttered over the reason
for such lines marring Fox s skin, and his fingers stilled. Surely, it couldn t be what he was
imagining.
The pirate arched into the touch, Old scars, sweet. They ve brought me no pain in
close to three hundred years.
Adam frowned, mentally doing the math. Fox looked to be in his early forties -- and
had died more than two hundred and fifty years before. The lash marks -- and the scars
beneath Adam s fingertips could be nothing else -- must have been administered when Fox
was still a child. The idea of anyone hurting his captain made Adam go cold with fury.
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There s that thinking again, Fox said, then captured Adam s mouth in a rough kiss.
Arousal, which had never retreated completely, burst through Adam s body in a
conflagration of need. He traced the marks on Fox s back, as if in learning them he could
erase the memory of pain from his captain.
Fox, apparently untroubled by those memories, sucked on Adam s tongue, then sent his
own to invade Adam s mouth, plundering it as thoroughly as any pirate might a treasure
hoard.
Overcome with desire, Adam thrust helplessly up against his captain s ass, his cock
slipping between Fox s legs until it nudged against his balls.
Breaking the kiss, Fox sat back, his eye half-lidded and dark as the fathomless sea. He
leaned forward, resting his left elbow next to Adam s right ear, and reached down to open
the small drawer in the beside table. After a minimum of rummaging, he made a soft
exclamation of triumph and sat back.
Lesson number two, Fox said. He opened a small glass vial and dripped fragrant oil
onto his fingers. A bit of preparation makes all the difference.
The scent of almonds teased Adam s nostrils. Before he could inquire as to what Fox
intended, the other man was reaching behind himself and giving voice to low, breathy
moans.
Not quite daring to ask Fox what he was doing, Adam concentrated on stroking and
petting Fox s muscular chest. Remembering his own pleasure, he trailed his fingers over
Fox s small, caramel-colored nipples, grinning when they puckered at his touch.
Quick learner, Fox rasped, pressing forward into the touch for a moment before
pulling away and dripping more oil onto his fingers, which again disappeared behind him.
Good teacher, Adam said, resuming his torment of the pirate s nipples.
Impatient teacher, the captain said. That s good enough. He ran his hand over
Adam s cock, coating it liberally with the fragrant oil.
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Adam groaned at the touch, hips pushing upward in response.
Now, sweet, I need you to listen to me, Fox said.
Going still, Adam nodded. I will.
Let me set the pace; do your best not to move until I give you the okay. It s been a
long time since I ve done this.
What? Adam asked, a tiny tendril of anxiety threading through him.
Fox just smiled and rose up, reaching between them and grasping Adam s cock, guiding
it up and& in?
Adam froze. Surely Fox wasn t, wouldn t, couldn t&
Tight heat grasped him. Adam panted as his cock was slowly, greedily engulfed by the
pirate s body. He d heard whispers of this, and they had always been followed by sniggers of
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expression on Fox s face. The pirate s eye was focused hungrily on Adam s lips. Deliberately,
Adam trailed his finger over Fox s cock again and licked it clean with quick, darting strokes
of his tongue, his gaze never leaving his captain s face.
Fox cried out, his body spasming. Fox s cock jerked in Adam s hand, pulsing as his seed
burst free. A surge of renewed arousal rushed through Adam at the almost pained expression
of rapture on Fox s face.
Panting, Fox wrapped his arms around Adam and pulled him close.
Adam rested his head on the pirate s sweat-damp shoulder, content to let his arousal
fade until it was a low thrum in his blood. Staring up at the ceiling, he listened to Fox s
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breathing calm. He d touched another man intimately. Put his hand on another man s cock
and brought him to orgasm, tasted his seed. The sense memory of tea and spice made his
mouth water. Why wasn t he upset, or elated, or something other than content to lie here
beside a centuries-dead myth? His world should be tilting on its axis, not swaying gently,
rocked in the sea s arms.
You re over-thinking things, aren t you? Fox said.
Adam started; he d thought the pirate asleep. I& yes, he said, well aware of his own
quirks. He felt Fox s muscles tense beneath his cheek.
Regrets?
No, Adam said, pouring every bit of his happiness into his tone. It s just -- I had
intimate relations with a male ghost aboard a sailing legend. I keep waiting for panic to set
in.
Ah, Fox said. If you can tie your thoughts into tangles this soon after loving, I ve
failed in teaching you the first lesson of pleasure. With a sinuous move that owed more to a
cat than a man, Fox rolled on top of Adam.
I am your eager student, Captain, Adam said, trailing his hands up the pirate s
muscular back. Instead of satiny skin, his fingers found rough, raised lines. Puzzled, he traced
the marks. Fox s entire back was covered with them. Adam s mind stuttered over the reason
for such lines marring Fox s skin, and his fingers stilled. Surely, it couldn t be what he was
imagining.
The pirate arched into the touch, Old scars, sweet. They ve brought me no pain in
close to three hundred years.
Adam frowned, mentally doing the math. Fox looked to be in his early forties -- and
had died more than two hundred and fifty years before. The lash marks -- and the scars
beneath Adam s fingertips could be nothing else -- must have been administered when Fox
was still a child. The idea of anyone hurting his captain made Adam go cold with fury.
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There s that thinking again, Fox said, then captured Adam s mouth in a rough kiss.
Arousal, which had never retreated completely, burst through Adam s body in a
conflagration of need. He traced the marks on Fox s back, as if in learning them he could
erase the memory of pain from his captain.
Fox, apparently untroubled by those memories, sucked on Adam s tongue, then sent his
own to invade Adam s mouth, plundering it as thoroughly as any pirate might a treasure
hoard.
Overcome with desire, Adam thrust helplessly up against his captain s ass, his cock
slipping between Fox s legs until it nudged against his balls.
Breaking the kiss, Fox sat back, his eye half-lidded and dark as the fathomless sea. He
leaned forward, resting his left elbow next to Adam s right ear, and reached down to open
the small drawer in the beside table. After a minimum of rummaging, he made a soft
exclamation of triumph and sat back.
Lesson number two, Fox said. He opened a small glass vial and dripped fragrant oil
onto his fingers. A bit of preparation makes all the difference.
The scent of almonds teased Adam s nostrils. Before he could inquire as to what Fox
intended, the other man was reaching behind himself and giving voice to low, breathy
moans.
Not quite daring to ask Fox what he was doing, Adam concentrated on stroking and
petting Fox s muscular chest. Remembering his own pleasure, he trailed his fingers over
Fox s small, caramel-colored nipples, grinning when they puckered at his touch.
Quick learner, Fox rasped, pressing forward into the touch for a moment before
pulling away and dripping more oil onto his fingers, which again disappeared behind him.
Good teacher, Adam said, resuming his torment of the pirate s nipples.
Impatient teacher, the captain said. That s good enough. He ran his hand over
Adam s cock, coating it liberally with the fragrant oil.
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Adam groaned at the touch, hips pushing upward in response.
Now, sweet, I need you to listen to me, Fox said.
Going still, Adam nodded. I will.
Let me set the pace; do your best not to move until I give you the okay. It s been a
long time since I ve done this.
What? Adam asked, a tiny tendril of anxiety threading through him.
Fox just smiled and rose up, reaching between them and grasping Adam s cock, guiding
it up and& in?
Adam froze. Surely Fox wasn t, wouldn t, couldn t&
Tight heat grasped him. Adam panted as his cock was slowly, greedily engulfed by the
pirate s body. He d heard whispers of this, and they had always been followed by sniggers of
disgust. This amazing feeling of connection was the opposite of disgusting. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]