Page 81 of Crossbones
“No more talking—unless it’s my name on your tongue, or you’re calling out to God—”
I chuckle darkly. “I have the devil on his knees for me, God can kindly fuck right off.”
He finishes undoing my pants and pulls them down just enough to free my cock. Wrapping his hand around me, he strokes me roughly. A soft groan escapes as I sink back against the wall. His eyes jump to mine—holy fuck does he look good on his knees for me. The anticipation is killing me—I’m sure of it. I’m impossibly hard in his hand.
James doesn’t look away as he takes me into his mouth. My hand slides into his hair as I push my hips forward, unable to resist.
“Fuck, James,” I gasp.
He slides me out of his mouth, sucking my head before going back down. And he doesn’t stop this time but goes until my cock hits the back of his throat and goes further still. I hiss in pleasure, a strangled curse escaping again. He does this a few more times until I’m shaking against the wall, my breathing heavy and my fingers tangled in a death grip in his hair. He takes me out of his mouth long enough to smirk.
“Fuck my throat, Cas,” he demands.
The nickname sends me higher. Chills race across my skin at the intimacy of a simple name.
“Damnit, you’re going to be the death of me, James,” I mutter.
But I slide my other hand into his hair and do as I’m told. Sweat beads on my forehead in an effort to hold back my impending unraveling. I see him pull his dick out and he strokes himself hard and fast, in tandem with my thrusts down his throat.
“Don’t waste any of that come, Captain,” I pant.
His eyes darken, heavy with lust. I feel his other hand tug lightly on my balls before he slides them back to my ass. My breathing stutters.
“Goddamn—” I groan.
His fingers don’t penetrate but tease around the edge. It sends me shoving forward, searching for more. The look on his face is a command to usehim—he’s controlling my pleasure—it’s his, and his alone. The rumble of a moan vibrates through my length and I choke on a curse while he chokes on my cock. He groans and as he comes, I watch the pleasure bleed across his face. It’s enough to send me spiraling into the abyss as I spill down his throat.
James sucks me through it until I’m shaking with sensitivity. I clutch his hair and stop him with a grunt, my breath falling from me in short gusts. The aftershocks of pleasure rush up my spine and when my eyes clash with his—something jolts in my chest.
He rises to his feet and his hand slides into my hair, yanking my head back. I open my mouth and he lets his come drip out of his fist into my mouth. His taste explodes across my tongue. I take it all and when he lets me lower my head, I meet his gaze—a storm of intensity barrels into me making my breath catch. He’s looking at me like he wants to consume me.
We step closer at the same time, our lips meeting in a kiss that’s heavy. Our tongues tangle and I can taste myself there—our combined flavor heady and intoxicating. We finally part to catch our breath and when our eyes meet again, I know something happened here—something to deepen whatever this is between us. A scowl slowly begins to slide across his face but it’s different—it’s not him freaking out.
“I really need to go now,” he grumbles, sounding like he doesn’t want to at all.
He lets his hand fall away, but not before brushing his thumb across my jaw in a gesture that’s intimate and sends sparks crackling through the air. I know if I don’t step away now, we’re never leaving this room.
My heart does a weird thing in my chest at the look on his face so to lighten things up, I smirk and turn towards the door. “If this is you‘figuring it out’I’m in trouble.”
I’m just about to pull the door open when his hand slams it shut again. I turn and look at him curiously, his face is inches from mine, his eyes intense.
“What does that mean?” He demands gruffly. “Was it not good?”
I raise my eyebrows and my lips twist in a grin.
“Not good? Fuck—did I look like I wasn’t having a good time?” His eyes narrow and I snake a hand around to the nape of his neck, my smile softening. “I’m trying to say, that was so good it didn’t seem like your first time giving head.” The apprehension falls from his face. I steal another kiss and chuckle against his lips. “God, you’re adorable sometimes.”
He pulls back with a scowl. “First cute, nowadorable?”
I nod. “Yup—deal with it.”
“Whatever,” he mutters.
This time he lets me pull open the door and I step out into the deserted hallway. James follows after me and starts to head towards his cabin but I grab his arm to stop him, not liking the frown on his face.
“But to be even more clear—” I bite my lip and give him a slow once over. “There was nothing adorable about the way you opened your throat for me.” I watch his eyes darken. “There was nothingadorableabout seeing the powerful Stormbreaker on his knees for me.” My voice dropped further and I lean closer. “And there was certainly nothingadorableabout the look in your eyes as you fed me your come.”
A shudder runs through him and it sends a thrill through me. I shrug, dispelling the moment as I pull back. “Anyway, just because I call you cute and adorable doesn’t also mean you’re not sexy as fuck, Captain, and apparently a natural at giving great head.”
