Page 71 of Unrivaled
“It’s not the usual method I use to get pretty ladies onto my knee,” they said, thoughtfully.“I’m always happy to expand my horizons.”
I had the answers I needed from them.With my heart bumping anxiously behind my ribs, I stood and stepped around the serving table between us, making Elnyta lean back.There was space for me there, in the gap between their knees and in the circle of their arms.It was terrifying, but everything was when it was new.
I took the cup from their hand to set it on the table behind us, stepping one foot high to straddle their thigh, letting my skirts and fate tumble where they would.
From their expression and the fast grin that flashed over their mouth, I’d taken them off guard.Their hands were strong on my hips.Their chest rose and fell with a few quick breaths as I shifted my weight ever so slightly, so the heat of their thigh was nestled up against my clit.
With satisfaction in their words, they said, “And here I was, thinking I’d need to help you find what you liked.”
I leant forwards, bracing one hand against the back of the chair.The wood was strong and old.It’d bruise a lot slower than my captain.I skimmed the tip of my nose, then my lips, through the short hairs above their ear where they’d shaved this area or trimmed it very close to their scalp.They hadn’t worn a scent.Leather and salt, smoke and sea.That’s what they smelled like.I resisted the urge to bury my face in their hair when they turned into me, nuzzling their cheek into mine.
“Can we find what we like, together?”I asked them, searching for the warmth of their ear, decorated with smooth metals and gems.I wanted to scrape my teeth against the softness, to feel the contrast of soft warm flesh and skin-warmed metals.
They hummed in pleasure, one hand going to the hem of my skirt and flicking it impatiently out of the way.“I think I’m going to like you riding me,” they said.The roughness of their hand on my knee, the way they grasped me so firmly, made a thrill go up my spine.No hesitation, no fumbling, no space for me to worry or consider.
I hadn’t thought this through.
Bad things happened when I didn’t think things through.
Get a plan, girl.But I ignored the disparaging voice, rocking my weight against the strength of Elnyta, sending fissions of heat through my body.Their hand stroked higher, stealing the air from my lungs.Their other held my hip, encouraging me back and forth.On my thigh, their fingers bit a little deeper.Their chest arched beneath me.Their breath caught.I gave in and burrowed into the soft, short strands of hair over their ear, surrounding myself with them.Desire was a hot, heavy beat in my veins.The hand on my thigh moved up higher, curving around my ass, clinging as I rode.
I could’ve got myself off, right there.I could’ve; those hands, the smell of them, the heat and the quickness of their breath.I didn’t know what Elnyta would like but I knew I could make it happen, if only I could figure it out.I dragged in air and ideas spun out before me, each more exciting than the last.
“I want to touch you,” I told them, panting.
Their hands flexed, one on top of my skirts, the other beneath.“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it, princess?”they asked, and I heard the breathlessness in their voice too, the anticipation.
But I wanted to be against theirskin.I wanted to know if their hands were the roughest part of them and whether they’d grip my hair or my limbs or ball their fists or somehow just relax into it.I tried to move but their hands had me locked in place for a few extra moments before they realized I was pulling away.They caught my lips as I tried to make space, and I fell back into the well of heat and desire.They’d released me.They were working on my laces.I tried to do the same, coming up for air, trying to think.
“Ladies first,” they said, nudging my hands out of the way with a grin.
This lady wanted to be the first to strip her pirate naked and plunder them, though.
The bodice of my dress gave way.With frustration, I realized Elnyta was trying to get to my breasts, which were locked behind the impenetrable fortress that was my mastodesmos.I pulled back, my head clearing a little at the thought of problems I’d need to solve.
“Lift those arms, now,” they cajoled.I resisted the urge to sigh in annoyance.It was faster to do so than to explain.Instead of lifting my arms, I grabbed the hems of all three layers of fabric and dragged them out of the way.A few of my skirt strings ripped.I knew how to fix them.
Elnyta looked up at me, their hands back on my hips, their eyes gleaming with mirth.“Is steppe sensibility the new fashion?”they asked, rocking me a little on their thigh.
I wasn’t going to tell them Isolde’s secrets.“I ride a lot.”It wasn’t an exaggeration.I’d gone without the mastodesmos only once by choice.They grinned at me, their hands going to the laces down near my navel.I caught their hand, bringing it to my lips.“Come to bed with me?”
“That’s the hope,” they agreed.“But first…whereI’mfrom, which is wherethat’sfrom, no lover worth their salt’ll leave you laced at the end.”
I couldn’t help but think of the other lover I’d had.I couldn’t, in all fairness, say he hadn’t been worth his salt.At least in that regard.Really, in almost all of them.
Had his impatience been a warning sign I’d missed?
It didn’t matter, now.
My captain’s rough fingers were already on the leather, teasing the strings through carefully.“Your bed,” they said, “it isn’t so far, now, is it?”
“No.”I lifted a hand as I watched their eyes skim up my form, travel over the defined muscles of my arms, up to my hands, and linger momentarily on my fingers.Heat washed through me, breathing life back into the desire that had cooled briefly.
“No one’ll hear you moan up there, will they?”they asked me, hazel eyes dancing with glee.“Or must I find a way to keep you quiet?”
“Me?No.”I couldn’t reach their belt.Their vest toggles looked like they were there for decoration, not opening.I didn’t know where to put my hands, so I bracketed their face and let myself drink in the sight of them, full of laughter and fun and irreverence.Knowing how they’d liked my expressions of gratitude, I fumbled my way to saying, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
They lifted their mouth so I could kiss them, soft and lingering.“Good,” they breathed.I had to pull back to avoid laughing in their face.“Tell me, princess, what you like.”
