Clark, Rachel - Sarah's Pirate (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 5

  He held her there, his fingers still embedded in her ass and her pussy as she slowly regained her breath. He kissed her stomach, her breasts, her throat, and then carefully extracted his fingers and wrapped his arms around her and gathered her close.

  “Let’s get cleaned up,” he said softly. “And then we can have something to eat.”

  * * * *

  Sarah’s brain seemed to have been short circuited. Never, ever, did she remember being this satisfied, this relaxed, or this comfortable. Okay, so she wasn’t exactly the most experienced woman in the universe, but she did have enough knowledge to know that Captain Jordan Bowman was a master craftsman in the bedroom.

  For the second time in an hour, Sarah stood under the hot spray of water, but this time Jordan washed her down. His soapy exploration made her knees wobble and her breath catch. He stood behind her and smoothly massaged her shoulders and breasts and swirled his slippery fingers around her nipples. She stretched languidly against him, reached over her head to wrap her arms around his neck, and pulled his head down for a lingering kiss.

  Jordan deepened the kiss as his hands moved lower, one moving to separate her pink folds and circle her clit, the other sliding down the crease of her ass, a knuckle pressing against the puckered flesh, sending heat rushing into her womb and weakening her knees further.

  “Not this time, sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear before nipping the sensitive flesh with his teeth. “This time I need to be inside you.”

  “Yesssss,” she hissed. Her body melted as he pressed her against the wall, the tiles cold against her overheated breasts. He lifted her easily and spread her ass cheeks as he pressed into her swollen pussy. She felt the thick mushroom head press into her before he groaned and pulled her against him, skewering her onto his thick cock. She grunted with the impact, her feet off the ground, and her body pressed between the cold tile and his hard, muscular frame.

  She moaned again as he pumped into her a few times and then sank his teeth into her shoulder, biting the sensitive flesh. Heat coursed straight from the sting and into her clit as his clever fingers still toyed with the throbbing nub.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” he growled, pulling out of her and turning her around so that he could wrap her legs around him as he thrust into her again. “I want those sweet tits in my mouth.”

  He bent forward to kiss her lips and then slid his tongue into her mouth to thrust in time with his cock. He broke the kiss, bit her lower lip, and then soothed the sting with his tongue, unable to hold back his groan as her pussy tightened around him.

  He lowered his head to her breasts, grabbed the taut nipple between his teeth, and nipped and tugged at the flesh as she bucked wildly against him.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said against her breast as she began to shiver and her body throbbed all over. The muscles drew tight as she soared towards release. “Come now,” he ordered, biting her breast hard enough to mark her.

  Sarah screamed as her orgasm broke. Her body pounded against his as he thrust into her harder, deeper, and she flew into a million tiny pieces. He held her tightly while her body shook against him. He pressed two fingers straight into her ass and stretched her cheeks open with his big hands.

  The delicious sensations exploded again. Her heart stuttered as her body shook violently. His cock jumped in her swollen pussy as her second orgasm sucked him dry. He groaned as he jetted his cum deep into her body and crushed her to him in a fierce hug.

  He pulled back a little, their bodies still joined, and smiled into her eyes.

  “Sarah, that was incredible,” he said, between gasps, trying to regain his breath. She nodded, trying to swallow against her dry throat, but found herself unable to articulate what she was feeling.

  “I know,” he said as he looked at her tenderly.

  * * * *

  “So how long have you been the Captain?”

  They’d eventually found their way out of the shower and had both fallen on the food that had been delivered earlier. Now they lounged naked on the sofa, talking idly as they waited for Jordan’s contact to reply to his message.

  “Six years,” he said, frowning a little. Did he really want the conversation to go there? Hell, no! But did he have a choice? Probably not. The woman sure knew how to extract information. He’d already told her about his parents and younger brother and had somehow spilled far more information to her than any of his crew knew.

  He leaned over, grabbed her around the waist, and hauled her naked body onto his lap. He pressed his lips against her smiling mouth and grabbed her thighs to spread her legs so that she straddled him.

  “Hmmm,” she said, laughter in her voice. “I have noticed that anytime I ask a question you don’t want to answer, I somehow find your swollen cock pressed against my pussy.”

  He pushed her harder against his throbbing groin. Never before had he been so enthralled by a woman and until just a few hours ago, he wouldn’t have believed it possible. Somehow, this red-headed bundle of energy had stolen not only his heart, but his mind and his common sense, as well. Intellectually, he knew he had to let her go, but, well, he wasn’t quite ready.

  He laughed at her observation, but it didn’t stop him from capturing her lips with his own as he pressed his cock deep into her waiting pussy. He groaned at how wet she was for him already. Her breath caught in her lungs as he pushed deeper.

  “Don’t think you can distract me,” she said, the shake in her voice betraying her brave words. “You will answer my question.”

  “Is that so?” he asked as he pressed her shoulder blades forward so that he could capture a tightly beaded nipple in his mouth. He flicked the dusky pink nub with his tongue, her breathless groan a sure sign of her weakened resolve.

  “Oh, hell,” she said on a gasp as he changed their angle and her over-sensitive clit rubbed against his hard muscles with each stroke. He watched her face as she came apart in his arms. Her cheeks flushed, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed. Her inner muscles grabbed at him as he thrust harder. He lengthened his strokes, almost pulling out of her before slamming back in as her orgasm rolled on and on through her body. He ground his teeth against the urge to come hard and fast himself.

  She collapsed against him, their sweaty bodies slicked together. He held her to him with his cock buried deep in her body, and his pulse jumped as she wiggled her hips to encourage his fingers to slip into her ass. He smiled as he circled the puckered flesh and pressed against her tight muscle but denied her need to press onto his fingers.

  “Have you ever had a man in your ass?” he asked as he pushed a single digit past the tight ring of muscle.

  She shook her head against his shoulder and then gasped as a second finger delved into the tight coil. He pressed deeper as she creamed around his cock even more and moaned in abandon as her body once again raced towards orgasm. Feeling his own body react to her tightening pussy, Jordan lifted her off his cock, his fingers still buried in her ass.

  He pushed her face-first against the back of the sofa as he continued to fuck her ass with his fingers. Her body began to convulse around him.

  “Sarah,” he whispered as he leaned over her. “Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

  “Yessssssss.” She moaned against the cushions and wiggled her bottom harder against his invading fingers. He stood behind her kneeling form and pressed his cock into her dripping pussy again. He gathered her moisture and made sure that his cock was well lubricated.

  He continued to press his fingers in and out of her tight hole, added a third, and stretched her for his cock as her body shook with arousal. He carefully eased his fingers from her ass and then slowly pressed the tip of his throbbing dick into her waiting flesh, holding himself still as he allowed her body to adjust.

  Sweat dripped down his face as he controlled his entry, holding her hips tight as she tried to push back onto him.

  “Sweetheart, I don't want to hurt you. Stay still.” he ordered, grinding his teeth as her silky tig
ht hole accepted him. He eased in all the way, his stomach pressed tightly against her ass cheeks as she whimpered beneath him, her orgasm already about to break.

  “Move,” she ordered him, her voice a deep growl in her throat as her body writhed against his strong hold.

  His control snapped as he pulled out and thrust back into her ass. Her entire body shook in his arms as she screamed her release. Her tight hole pulsed around his cock as he slammed into her over and over.

  With a roar, he came and spilled his seed deep into her body. He held her tight against him as she collapsed, exhausted. His cock still throbbed as her ass puckered around him and they both fought for breath. He lifted her backwards as he lay down on the sofa, his cock still buried deep in her ass as he arranged her limp body over him so that they both faced the ceiling.

  “That,”—she said, still panting for breath—“was incredible.”

  “Agreed,” he said, grinning. He’d never taken a woman like that before. His mind still reeled from the incredibly heady feeling of them giving each other something that they’d never given before. He stared at the ceiling as emotions swirled through him and he realized that he wanted her with him always, that he wasn't sure he’d ever be able to let her go.

  God, how fucked up was that? He was a Captain on a pirate ship, and she was in danger if she stayed. Too many of his crew were the exact type of men that gave pirates their reputation, and even he wasn’t sure who he could trust to help keep his woman safe.

  She squirmed against him, obviously uncomfortable with his silence.

  “Jordan,” she said softly.

  “Yes, sweetheart,” he said, grinning.

  “How did you become Captain of a pirate ship?”

  Fuck! The woman was like an ancient Earth canine called a pit bull. Once she sank her teeth into a conversation, she didn't let go.

  “Shower time,” he announced, lifting her carefully so that he could pull his softening cock from her ass. He helped her to stand and turned her in the direction of the shower. He smacked her bare ass playfully when she tried to turn back to him with another question on her mind.

  Eventually he gave up trying to guide her and simply lifted her into his arms. He kissed her fiercely as he walked into the bathroom.

  * * * *

  Jordan held her close as they stood under the warm spray of water, and Sarah snuggled against his strong chest. She felt small and feminine and safe in his arms. Asking him to fuck her ass had sent all sorts of emotions flying through her, and she’d tried desperately to get her mouth moving so that she could distract herself from the unsettling thoughts.

  It just wasn’t possible to be in love with a man in a little over a day. Seriously, it was lust plain and simple, and considering how the man was built, hey, she’d have to be dead not to notice. But then, why did she let him take her ass when she’d refused every other man she’d ever slept with, including her ex-fiancé? Hell, she was in deep. He’d bought her here to help her escape from his ship and his crew, but she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to leave him. What a fucking mess!

  Her ass still throbbed pleasantly as she remembered the incredible sensations. Her body thrilled again when he pressed his tongue into her mouth and thrust hard into her welcoming warmth before biting her lips with his strong, white teeth.

  The water was heavenly, but it didn’t compare to the tender way he washed her down, his care and concern for her clear in every movement. She turned in his arms as need clawed at her to show him the same love, the same concern, as she washed him down. She kissed him gently over and over as he held her to him.

  For a long while they stood under the water as they simply held each other, but then real life intruded as a message alert sounded from the computer.

  “I’ve got to get that,” he said apologetically, as he reached for the taps to turn off the water. He grabbed a large towel, wrapped it around her, and then grabbed another to dry off her hair. She stood still in his embrace as she sensed his need to pamper her, to cherish her, but all too soon, he lifted her in his arms and carried her back to the sofa.

  “Rest,” he ordered with a mock growl as he kissed her lightly and then turned to the computer. She watched the strong muscles in his back as he walked away from her, the skin still glistening with water. He pulled on a pair of pants in a soft comfortable material and then sat at the computer. She knew the moment he read the e-mail that something was wrong. The muscles contracted in his back as his body stiffened, and he rolled his head tiredly on his neck.

  “What is it?” she asked as concern laced her voice and her fear for him leaked through. He held his arms open to her and beckoned her forwards. She almost ran into his embrace and fell onto his lap as her fear multiplied substantially.

  Holding her close, he tried to reassure her.

  “It’s probably nothing.” She smiled when he sighed, seemingly resigned to the fact that he had to tell her. Did he already know her well enough to know that she wouldn’t let it go lightly? “I don’t think this reply is actually from my contact. I suspect that someone is trying to set a trap to catch me.”

  She shivered in his arms, the thought of losing him turning her blood cold.

  “So don’t go. We can head back to the ship and rethink our strategy.”

  His body stiffened under her and his entire being stilled as anger seemed to boil in him.

  “You are not coming back to the ship, ever. Do you understand me?”

  She nodded slowly, but hid her face against his shoulder as she tried to control the sobs that threatened to break free. Hell, she was such a sucker. Somehow, she’d confused lust with caring and fabulous sex with something more. She tried to lift herself off his lap, tried to gather her shredded dignity, tried to hide her breaking heart, but he held her to him and rocked her gently as he made soothing noises.

  “Sweetheart, that’s not what I meant.” He tried to lift her head so that he could capture her gaze. “I want you with me—more than I can explain—but I also want you safe. The men on my crew are dangerous, and I won’t put you at risk just because I selfishly want you by my side.”

  She relaxed a little as understanding flowed through her. He wasn’t actually saying that he loved her, but he was admitting that what they had between them was something special for him as well. She wanted more, a whole lot more, but she set aside her emotions as she tried to get back to the matter that had bought them together—sick children with no way to access the medicine she’d been delivering.

  “So what do we do now?”

  “I meet whoever replied to my message at the rendezvous point and you stay here to get some well deserved sleep.” He said it so arrogantly, so self-assured that his orders would be followed that she barely restrained the urge to punch him in the face.

  “Stay here? No fucking way! I came here to help you and help you I will,” she yelled, wriggling off his lap and getting to her feet. Anger pulsed through her, and she had the absurd urge to stamp her foot or do something equally ridiculous. Absolutely fucking great. He was treating her like a child, and now she was acting like one.

  “No. I brought you here so that you could escape and head home in that tin can you call a space ship and I could find my contact and get the medicine to the people who need it. Simple as that.” His eyes sparkled as his temper flashed.

  “No way,” she yelled as she tried to control her own rising temper, “I have a stake in this, too. I didn’t risk my life trying to deliver the stuff just to tuck tail and run now.” She planted her feet, hand on hips, in front of his seated form. “You need me,” she said angrily.

  He grabbed her wrist and yanked her back onto his lap. “You have no idea how much I need you,” he said, just before his lips claimed hers in a soft, sensual kiss. He slid his tongue over her surprised gasp and captured her next words as he tugged on her lower lip with his teeth and then thrust his tongue into her heat. She groaned into his mouth. Her body already tingled with renewed desire as her breasts grew he
avy and her breathing quickened.

  His hands found her naked breasts and he dragged his thumbs over the distended nipples as he caressed the soft mounds. She couldn’t help but melt against him as she felt his hard cock press against her engorged sex. He shifted her so that she straddled him as his hand sought her wet heat. He pushed her lower against his lap as she pulled his thickening cock from the confines of the pants. He pressed her back a little and then lowered her onto him. He stroked deeply as he controlled the rhythm and captured her heart and soul as he loved her slowly, reverently. He carefully bought her to climax over and over. Heat flooded through her in gentle waves, the orgasm more intense than any other simply because of his caring, his worship, his gentleness. With him, right at this moment, she felt loved.

  Chapter Six

  Jordan watched her beautiful face as her body tightened and released over and over and her skin flushed prettily as her orgasm claimed her. He’d started this as a way to distract her, but somehow it had backfired and he’d felt himself falling farther and harder than he had ever done in his life. There was no hiding it from himself. He loved her with everything in him. He would die for her. He would kill to protect her and he’d keep her safe—even if it meant she would hate him.

  His cock throbbed as he stroked in and out of her glorious heat. His heart thumped hard, beating a tattoo that shouted his love for this woman. She gasped one final time as another climax hit her. Her pussy pulsed around him and tipped him into his own release.

  He held her close and cradled her gently against his chest, but couldn’t stop the single tear as it escaped and rolled down his face to drip into her hair. He’d finally found a woman he could love for the rest of his life, and she would most likely end up hating him for what he was about to do next.

  She stirred in his arms as he stood, lifted her against his chest, and strode towards the bed. “Shhh. It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re just going to get some rest. We have time,” he reassured her as she stiffened. “Our rendezvous isn’t for several hours yet.”