Trouble With Harry

by Myla Jackson

  Edie, breathing hard, had no time to spare. Other pirates moved in as the first mate stumbled to his feet.

  While more hands pawed at her breasts, Edie squeezed her eyes shut and said, “I wish Harry were here to save me.”

  At the first familiar rumble of thunder in the distance, Edie opened her eyes. Just then, the ship lurched to the side. Pirates tumbled across the deck, a few falling overboard. If not for the ropes holding her to the mast, Edie would have been thrown to the deck, as well.

  When the ship leveled in the water, only rocking with the gentle swell of the ocean, some of the pirates fished their mates out of the water while the others circled around her once again.

  This time, the first mate wasn’t leering. He rubbed at the back of his head. “You’ll pay fer the lump on me head, wench.” He struggled to open his britches.

  Edie forced herself to laugh out loud, even while her stomach flip-flopped and she fought her gag reflex. Maybe if she humiliated him, he wouldn’t be able to perform. “You aren’t serious are you? Why you’re probably so inconsequential the rest of the men will laugh.”

  The first mate scowled down at the strings he fought to open and paused. He looked as if he had some doubts.

  Edie almost crowed with her minor victory.

  Then the pirate’s jaw hardened and he moved closer. “You’ll suck me cock until it grows as big as me fist, do ye hear?”

  A sword swished by Edie’s face to halt with its point lodged near the first mate’s groin. “Touch her again, and I’ll slice off yer bullocks and tie them to the crow’s nest for the gulls to feast on.” The warning was delivered in a low, even, blessedly familiar tone.

  Edie’s pulse jumped.

  Harry stood beside her bare-chested, his gleaming muscles tanned and rippling in the warm salty air. Long dark hair hung down to his shoulders, capped by a flamboyant black hat turned up on one side with a long white ostrich plume dipping over the top. Black, skintight pants hugged his crotch, emphasizing the swell of his magnificent cock. The spitting image of her imaginary lover, Black Bart, Harry was glorious.

  The filthy pirate gulped, his hands dropping to his sides. “I wasn’t gonna do nothin’ to hurt the wee lass. Honest, Capt’n.”

  With a deep scowl, Harry flicked the tip of the sword, piercing the man’s skin enough to draw blood. “Next time you touch my woman, I’ll not threaten. Now get out of my sight.”

  “Aye, aye, Capt’n.” The first mate and all the rest of the ship’s hands scurried off to the far corners of the vessel.

  Which left Harry and Edie alone together at the center of the craft.

  “I’m sorry, Harry,” Edie said. “The wish just slipped out.”

  Harry turned his brown-black gaze onto her, skimming her from the tip of her flyaway red hair to her red polished toenails. “I’ve a mind to teach ye a lesson.” His voice washed over her in the singsong pattern of a pirate. The tip of his sword pointed between her breasts and drew a faint line down her belly, over her navel to the edge of the rust-colored curls covering her womanhood.

  A thrill of anticipation ran the length of her spine, settling in her lower belly. The cold steel didn’t cut her skin, but the promise it implied lay open her desire. She wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in her entire life, more even, than her father’s approval.

  Creamy cum oozed from her pussy as Edie strained against the ropes. “Please, Harry, don’t tease me,” she begged. “I’m on fire. Untie me, please.”

  “I’ll untie ye, all right. Only if ye do as I tell.”

  “Anything!” Was she really that desperate for him? So desperate she’d beg?

  Hell yes!

  He stepped behind her and, with his sword, sliced through the ropes holding her wrists, one by one.

  Once free of the restraints, Edie sagged against Harry’s chest. “Thank you, Harry. Thank you for bailing me out once again.”

  “We’re not through yet. I’ve a wish to grant, and you have a promise to keep.” He spun her out of his arms and slapped her ass. “March, woman!”

  Unwilling to leave his side and be fully exposed to the gazes of the hundred men again, Edie hesitated. “Where to?”

  “My cabin, of course.” He slapped her other butt cheek with enough force she lurched forward.

  Leers and murmured remarks accompanied her naked march across the decks of the ship. She couldn’t believe Harry would make her walk naked in front of the rest of the crew. Where had the kind stranger gone?

  Anger straightened Edie’s shoulders and she tossed back her hair. She’d be damned if she shrank away from these men in front of Harry. If he wanted to parade her around on the deck in front of all these pirates, she’d show him. As far as she was concerned she was on a modeling runway, just like her mother—proud, beautiful and unconcerned by all the people staring. Although her mother had worn a few more items of clothing on her body, the theory was the same. Edie could do this.

  She forced one foot in front of the other strutting like a model, her hips swaying suggestively from side to side. Maybe she’d get a rise out of the lofty captain while she was at it. When she reached the door leading to the captain’s quarters, the men on deck were in a full lather, wolf-calls, whistles and crude comments rising into the air. Edie paused, swiveled at the hip to flash a full round breast, winked and blew a kiss to all of them.

  Feet thumped the wooden planks and the shouting rose to a raucous crescendo.

  Her point made, Edie strode into the captain’s cabin and turned to face her rescuer, or perhaps he was her new captor. The little confidence she’d gained on her march naked across the deck led her into the next action.

  Harry tossed the sword on a desk and turned to lock the door behind him.

  Edie used the time he had his back to her to snatch the sword from the desktop and move in close.

  “I don’t know what you were trying to prove out there—” Harry turned, his words freezing on his lips when he realized what she had in her hands. “What’s this?”

  “I want you, Harrington Taylor the Third. And I mean to have you.” She pointed the sword at his britches. “Take them off.”

  “Be careful with that thing.” He crossed his hands over his groin. “It can hurt a man.”

  With her head tipped to the side, she feigned a look of one who was cool, collected and completely in charge of her body and possibly his. “Precisely. So, are you going to take them off or am I going to cut them off?” A step closer and the tip of the sword snagged the fabric of his trousers. She hoped he wouldn’t move the wrong direction. She didn’t want to hurt him unintentionally.

  “I’ll take them off!” He untied the string holding the pants up and slid them down over his hips to the floor. When he straightened, he stood straight, naked and incredibly handsome in nothing but the hat with the crazy plume. “There, are you happy? Now will you put that down?”

  “On one condition.” Edie was having a hard time breathing, much less making her mouth form actual words. If she sounded a little breathy, oh well.

  “Which is?”

  “You tell me what pleases you and you let me…perform.” There! That wasn’t so hard. Edie held her breath and awaited his response. Would he reject her?

  The corners of his mouth twitched. “Is that what all of this is about?”

  “I want to please you. But I don’t know how.” She set the sword back on the table, her cheeks flaming. How embarrassing to have to ask a man to teach her how to please him.

  Harry grabbed her arm and turned her slowly to face him. He tipped her chin up until she looked him in the eye. “If that’s all you wanted, why didn’t you just ask while we were back in the library?”

  “I didn’t know how. I just wished I already had the experience.”

  “So you wish yourself into a situation where you’re almost raped by a hundred pirates? Edie, Edie, Edie.” He kissed the tip of her nose, her cheek, her chin and finally her lips.

  Edie swayed toward
Harry, craving the feel of his skin against hers. Her hands slid up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck.

  Harry leaned back, sucking her lip between his teeth and then letting it go. “Although, I must say I was proud of the way you held your own with the first mate.”

  Her breasts swelled with his praise. Or were they swelling with her desire? Who cared? Now, she wanted to learn more about what could make him as horny as he made her. “Okay, where shall I begin pleasing you?” She slid her tongue across his top lip and then snagged his bottom lip between her teeth. When she released his lip, she leaned back. “How’s that?”

  His brow raised a notch. “Good for a start.”

  She nipped his chin and twirled her tongue along the sold line of his collarbone. “Am I getting warmer?” With her thumb and forefinger, she pinched the hard brown beads of his nipples. Did it feel as good to him as when he played with her breasts? Then she followed with her tongue, tasting one then the other, the salty flavor of sea and man igniting her own fires to fever pitch. She licked a trail down to his belly button, bending at the hip to get to it.

  Harry reached around and curved a hand over her ass to slip a finger into her pussy.

  Edie straightened, her eyes wide. She’d been concentrating so hard on Harry, she’d forgotten about her own needs.

  “Does that hurt?” he asked, without removing the finger.

  “No.” She considered the sensation of him entering her from the rear and her pleasing him simultaneously. “Actually, it feels good.” She bent to her task of trailing kisses and little nips down his chest toward his belly button. When she almost tipped over, she dropped to her knees in front of Harry. This angle opened her mind and her mouth to an entirely different set of options.

  His penis stood erect, the veins laced back and forth across the shaft to the purplish-red tip. Directly in line with Edie’s face. She reached out to explore its length, savoring the velvety softness of the rounded head, pausing to trace the opening with her fingernail.

  His cock jerked acknowledgement and a drop of cum squeezed through the top.

  Edie stared up at Harry. “Do you like that?”

  He moaned. “Oh, yes. I do indeed.”

  She leaned forward to taste his essence.

  Harry laced his fingers into her hair and pulled her back. “You’re killing me, Edie.”

  A smile curled the corners of her mouth. Although she was on her knees in front of this man, a surge of power washed over her. She had control of this lovemaking session, more than she’d realized. And she didn’t need a sword. Her hands would do. And her tongue. And…

  Caressing the rounded swells of his scrotum, she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft from base to tip. “What about this? Does it make you tight?”

  Harry threw back his head, his fingers convulsing in her hair.

  She did it again, this time swirling from side to side on her path upwards.

  Another drop of cum oozed through the hole.

  “You like that?” Edie didn’t recognize her own raspy voice. And she couldn’t resist taking his cock full into her mouth. He was big and she had to flex her jaws to accommodate his width. How far could she take him in? She reached around his firm buttocks and pulled him into her mouth until his cock touched the back of her throat. Pulling back, she licked the tip again, then swallowed him into her mouth. This time he added pressure to the back of her head and he pushed his cock in.

  She liked how hard his cock was and the salty, musky taste of him sliding in and out of her mouth. But she wasn’t satisfied; her cunt ached for his touch. Edie circled his shaft with one hand, and slid her other down her own belly until she found her clitoris, flicking at it to stimulate her own need.

  “Let me.” Harry pulled away from her mouth, hissing when his cock slid free. He dropped to his knees cupping her pussy in his hand.

  “But I want to please you at the same time.” She reached out to circle her hands around his warm, moist cock.

  “Honey, you’re pleasing me so much I’ll burst before you’ve had your fill.”

  “In that case…” Edie pushed to her feet and strode across to the bed. “Let’s get comfortable.”

  She sat on the side of the bed and, tentatively at first, spread her legs. “Would you like it if I talked nasty?”

  Harry’s eyes widened and he clambered to his feet. “I don’t know, I’ve never had a woman talk nasty to me.”

  Rubbing her fingers between her labia, she pulled at her clit like she’d seen done in the x-rated videos. “Not in all your travels?”

  “No. Just a lot of heavy breathing, moans, groans and a few ear-splitting screams, but no colorful language.”

  “Then come over her and…” she inhaled deeply, and then breathed, “fuck me.” Before Harry, Edie had never even considered saying the f-word. Now, she wanted to use it all the time. She wanted him to fuck her all the time.

  But her command had no effect on him. Instead, Harry crossed his arms over his chest and stood like Mr. Clean, bulging chest muscles, wicked smile on his face, only naked and very sexy. “I’m the captain here, just who’s giving the orders?”

  Edie recognized the teasing in his voice and quickly joined his game, marveling at her own wantonness. “I suppose you are, but what kind of captain lets his captive remain untouched?” She dipped her fingers into her creamy cum and trailed it up to her clit, spreading her nether lips to expose the hard little nubbin of pleasure.

  Harry’s eyes widened and his chest heaved in and out, his breathing rasping in his throat. Finally, he dropped his arms from the arrogant pose and marched over to the bed. “You’re absolutely right. What kind of pirate doesn’t fuck the pretty lady? Wrap yer legs around me waist, wench!” He adopted the pirate lingo again.

  Continuing to stroke herself, Edie raised an eyebrow at him. “And if I don’t?”

  “I’ll be forced to punish you.”

  A shiver skimmed across Edie’s skin, raising gooseflesh. This teasing was new to her, and she liked it. Liked it a lot. Their verbal sparing was more adventure than she’d had in her entire life. “Will you spank me?”

  “Aye.” Without blinking an eye, he flipped her onto her stomach, her hips draped over the edge of the bed.

  Edie squealed and fought to turn over. The unexpected movement caught her off-guard and she fought on instinct, not fear.

  “Be still, wench!” He slapped her bare ass, the blow stinging, yet not too painful.

  Her skin burned where his hand had left its mark.

  “Spread your legs, woman,” he commanded.

  When she hesitated, he slapped her other cheek. Edie quickly spread her legs wide. A little shy about having her ass exposed to him, she pressed up on her hands attempting to stand.

  With a gentle hand, he pushed her back to the bed. “I’m not finished with ye, lay down and do as yer told.” Then he leaned over her, cupping her backside with his front. Molding his skin over hers, his cock pressed between her cheeks, and he nibbled at her neck. “There are ways to please a man, Edie,” he whispered into her ear.

  “Show me.”

  “That I will, pretty lady. Or me name ain’t Black Bart.” Sinful laughter filled the room.

  Blood pulsed its molten way downward to swell in Edie’s vaginal walls. She was ripe, ready for his entrance, craving his release inside her.

  When he straightened away from her, she backed up until the crease between her buttocks nudged against his hardened shaft. She wanted him to mount her, like a male dog humping a bitch. To pump her hard and fast. “Please, Harry, take me,” she moaned.

  “Not yet, I want to prepare you.” He leaned his thighs against the backs of hers, his coarse hair causing friction to her sensitized skin. Then he slid his thumbs between her cheeks, and parted them to expose her anus to the air. He drew a line with the tip of his finger from the tight round hole to dip into her weeping pussy.

  Edie moaned, and pushed back against his fingers. Coated in cum, h
is fingers continued downward to stroke the folds of her labia sliding between the lips to the swollen clit screaming for attention. Edie’s legs shook, her knees threatening to collapse beneath her. How much more could she take before her body shattered into a million pieces?

  Then Harry lowered to his knees to replace his fingers with his tongue. Twirling around the tight opening of her anus, he followed the same path as his fingers, dipping into her vagina to lap at her nectar. He flicked his tongue deep inside her and wrapped his lips around her sucking her.

  Edie tensed, silently wishing she could watch his journey, while savoring every wild sensation he was generating in her cunt. Harry moved lower and sucked hard on her clit.

  A cry escaped her and Edie gripped the bedclothes in her fists, fighting to contain her orgasm, wanting to prolong the ecstasy. Alas, she lost the battle and plunged over the edge, falling into a chasm of brilliantly flashing lights and shards of pleasure piercing her pussy in pulsing spasms.

  Still, Harry tongued her clit stretching the pain, the wonder for as long as she could physically stand it. Finally, she cried, “Uncle!”

  “Uncle?” Harry ended his onslaught and stood, leaning over her. “Uncle?”

  “Yes, uncle,” she wept into the sheet. “I couldn’t take any more.”

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “Yes. No.” Edie managed to push herself over onto her back. “As you put it before, you’re killing me.”

  “Good, that’s what a pirate is supposed to do.” He leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her throat, his cock nudging against her cunt, slipping in to fill her. He pushed deeper until he was buried fully within. “Now, I can have me way with ye.” With a nip to her earlobe, he straightened and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her hips in his hands and pumped in and out, raising her, yet again, to the lofty heights of mindless orgasm within seconds of the last.

  Just as she reached the top, Harry jerked to a halt, his chest thrown out, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He held his breath while his seed spewed into her, his cock pulsing against her inner walls, while her inner muscles clenched milking him for every last drop.