by Lilli Feisty
Something in the dynamics of the men had shifted. Before, when Hawke had been sucking Xander’s cock, there had been tenderness between them. Now Xander yanked off Hawke’s trousers, threw them aside and placed a wide palm between the man’s elegant shoulder blades and none too gently shoved him facedown on the bed. As if earlier had only been a tease for what was to come.
Bryn’s gaze roamed the two men’s naked bodies, landing on Hawke’s ass. Exposed. He was so exposed...as Bryn herself had been so many times. But unlike so many of her experiences, he was making the choice to be fucked.
Xander moved his hands down Hawke’s back, keeping him flat on the bed. Next to the bed on a table was a jar of oil, and Xander dipped his fingers into the liquid. She hitched a breath as she watched him rub the oil in his hands, then he reached around Hawke to grab his very rigid cock. Hawke threw his head back, his mouth open. Xander took Hawke’s penis and began to stroke, up and down, and she could see his grip was firm and steady. Xander’s dick was hard and long as he pumped away at Hawke, pressing his own body against the blond man’s back.
Hawke fisted the bedcovering. “Yes, Xander…fuck.”
“What do you want, Hawke?”
“You know what I want.”
Bryn’s breath hitched. Their language filled her head, and she ached to touch herself. Her arms jerked against the restraints.
Xander took Hawke’s long hair in his hand and pulled sharply. Startled at the violent act, Bryn stilled. But Hawke only groaned louder and pushed his ass against the Captain’s erection.
Xander jerked his hair once more. “Tell me what you want, man.”
Fascinated, Bryn watched as Xander picked up a wooden paddle. It looked ancient and used and the Captain raised it as if... No... Was he really going to use it?
“Stop!” She couldn’t stand to watch Xander hurt Hawke.
But when Hawke looked over his shoulder, he was smiling, and his blue eyes were dark and glossy. She knew that look. Desire.
Facing her, Xander held the paddle in one hand and stroked it lightly with his other. “We found this on an island in the Southern Coast. However, this isn’t exactly the time for a geography lesson.” This time when he stroked Hawke’s back, she could see his touch was gentle. What was going on here? “Just watch, Brian. We brought you here for a reason. To see if you really wanted to be a part of this crew.”
She bit her lip. How could she just watch someone being beaten? But Hawke didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the look on his face was nothing short of joyful.
“Trust us,” the Captain said, as if it was an order.
After a second, she nodded. Despite her hesitation, her body hummed with lust and—gods help her—she wanted to watch. She wanted to see what would happen. She’d thought she’d experienced all there was to experience in the realms of sex. But she’d never seen anything like this.
So she watched.
Xander placed one hand on the back of Hawke’s neck. Then he raised the paddle and brought it down on the fleshy part of Hawke’s ass. Bryn gasped as the smack resonated through the room.
“You didn’t tell me what you wanted, H,” Xander said.
“Hit me.”
“What?”
“Hit me again. Please.” Hawke’s voice was dry and scratchy, but there was no denying the fact that he meant it. He wanted this.
Xander raised the paddle again. He struck Hawke once more, in the same place. He continued the paddling, and each time the piece of wood landed on flesh, Hawke’s body did something fascinating. Instead of tensing, he seemed to become more relaxed. His upper body went limp, sinking into the mattress. His cries became softer, more erotic, and the sound of the paddle hitting his skin became louder, more intense.
It was as if they’d forgotten she was there. Xander seemed as taken away as Hawke was. It was the two of them, as if only they existed. The connection between them seemed to grow, and the muscles of Xander’s upper body flexed and moved as he continued the motion of paddling his friend. She could nearly feel it, feel the control exchanging between them. Feel the union. Feel the power Xander held over his subject.
Bryn had never seen or experienced anything like it.
Before her eyes, Hawke’s skin was turning rosy, his ass glowing from the onslaught. She wondered how he could stand it, why he wasn’t screaming from the pain. Even his hands, which had been clenching the bedcoverings only moments before, were now relaxed, spread softly on the material. She could see his eyes were closed, and his facial expression was soft.
Eventually Xander slowed, easing the blows, lighter and lighter until he ultimately ceased altogether. She heard Xander’s heavy breathing as he stroked Hawke’s back. What struck her was how compassionately he touched the other man. The contrast between the beating and the gentle way he stroked Hawke touched something inside Bryn, something that made her heart swell with an emotion she couldn’t quite name.
Longing? Perhaps. But longing for what?
When Xander turned to her, she knew what she wanted. Power radiated off him, a power she’d never known. His eyes shone, his breathing was deep and steady. He stood straight and confident. He looked ready to take on the world. And win.
She wanted to know that, wanted to experience what it was like to be in charge. In control. Powerful.
It must have shown in her eyes. Xander shook his head. “Not yet, Brian. You’re not ready yet. However...”
“What?” she asked, and her voice was high and breathy.
Still naked, he approached her. She couldn’t help it. Her gaze roamed over his sleek, smooth skin. When he had been dominating Hawke, he’d exuded power and control.
Her heart pounded with the need to experience such power. She raised her eyes and bit her lip, silently pleading.
He untied her, and she could smell his spicy scent. “Come with me.” He took her hand, and led her across the room to place her directly behind Hawke.
Xander palmed the rosy stain of flesh on Hawke’s ass. “Do you want to get fucked, H?”
“Please,” Hawke said. His tone was soft. Faraway. Wanting. “Yes.”
Xander picked up a phallic-shaped item from a nearby table. Of course, Bryn knew what it was—a device used for fucking. She’d seen them before. Some Jahns liked to use them on the girls. But was Xander really going to use it on Hawke?
He handed it to her. “Your turn.”
The glass piece was heavy in her palm. This had never occurred to her—doing to a man what had always been done to her, to the other girls. But the idea rushed through her, nearly making her tremble with the idea. Power. She held it in her hand.
Xander picked up the jar and poured some oil around Hawke’s ass. He dripped a generous amount near Hawke’s anus, and Bryn’s sex pounded as she watched him use his fingers to ready Hawke for what was about to happen.
What Bryn was about to do.
Xander put down the bottle and with his clean hand he took her palm and placed it on his crotch. She could feel the solid strength of his erection. She clenched her hand around him, and when he gasped, her own sex responded. Two cocks. A fake one in her hand, a real one in the other. She fisted both, loving the control as it rushed through her. She’d always known having a dick equaled power, and she was right. Two men, and she knew she could use both of them. And it would be her choice. A choice she was going to take.
Turning, she gazed at the beautiful man before her. Hawke, with the white-blond hair. First he’d helped save her from her worst nightmare, now he was giving himself to her to use. Her heart swelled with tenderness. Everything that had happened so far this night had been about her. Her safety, her pleasure. Her control.
Xander removed her hand from his crotch, and her fingers trembled as she ran her fingers over Hawke’s smooth skin. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the redeemed flesh where he’d taken his beating. She felt his sigh. Then she took the glass piece, slid it over his slick skin and touched the edge to the rim of his anus. She steadied
her trembling hands. Holding her breath, she slowly pushed the smooth glass into him. He gasped, a sound of pleasure. And the glass slid deeper.
She exhaled. This was how it felt. This was how it felt to be in charge, to fuck someone. She pulled the glass out and pushed in again. He cried out, and his pleasure fed her. Everything inside of her buzzed with desire. Power, control, dominance, lust—it all came together in a heady wave that made her feel as if she were high.
As she continued to drive the piece into Hawke’s ass, he squirmed beneath her. Each time she entered him he cried out, louder and louder. She knew those noises, had become an expert in reading them. He was close, very close…
She felt a warm presence behind her. Xander. The heat from his naked body sank into her as he leaned against her body. She buried the glass piece deep into Hawke’s ass and stilled. He moved back, using his own rhythm to fuck the phallic item planted deep inside of him. It was too much. Her pussy was so wet, dripping, and pounding. She couldn’t think, she could barely breathe.
When Xander pressed his erection against her ass and reached around to palm her chest, she froze. He cupped her breast… He’d know.
Oh God…
“Ssssh,” he whispered in her ear. “You have nothing to worry about.”
Fear landed like a sinking ship in her stomach. “No—I can’t—”
“I said sssh.” He then squeezed her breasts and ran his thumbs over the stiff peaks of her nipples. “It’s okay, love. You’re safe with us.”
From the very beginning, she’d felt this. Safe. Why? What about these men made her feel safe? Pirates didn’t exactly have a reputation for their humanity.
She felt the heat of Xander’s breath on her neck, and a sharp nip to her earlobe. She bit her lip as the moist air sank into her, making her toes curl. Hawke moved his ass slightly, edging himself away from the glass, and then back down on it. She still held the piece in her hand.
Bryn melted. Xander’s naked body behind her, Hawke’s very pleasure at the mercy of her own hand. It was too much.
Xander began to undress her. She lifted her arms and allowed him to remove her tunic. She removed the cloth binding her breasts. Xander’s eyes were dark with desire as she removed the rest of her clothing. Then she was naked. Totally exposed.
She raised her chin, straightened her back. She’s spent so many hours naked, an object for men. But with these two pirates gazing over every curve of her body, she felt appreciated. Valued. Respected..
The glass piece still in her hand, she leaned over Hawke’s back, supporting herself on one arm. His warm skin under her as she fucked him nearly sent her over the edge, but oh God...
He glanced over his shoulder and his irises were dark, a deep indigo that reflected his arousal. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe here.
Xander pressed himself against her back. “We have you, honey.” Hot male skin covered her everywhere. She was burning. Slowly. Exquisitely.
She never knew it could be like this.
Xander stepped between her legs, spreading her. Preparing her. Her pussy ached with want. She wanted him to fill her so much it hurt. His fingers were strong and sure as they opened her wet pussy, and she gasped.
“Yes...” she said, her voice hoarse. “Captain, please...”
“Xander. Say, ‘please, Xander’.”
“Xander. Please.”
He slid his cock into her damp folds, teasing her, knowing she wanted him inside of her, but using his erection to turn her on that much more. Her hips moved back, encouraging him to give her what she wanted. She wanted him.
“Fuck me, Xander. Fuck me while I fuck Hawke.”
“Is that what you want, Bryn? To fuck a man while I ravish you?”
“Yes.” And the fact that he’d called her by her female name barely made it into her foggy brain. Because, at that moment, there was nothing else. Nothing mattered but desire. Fucking and being fucked by these two men. Two men who knew what she was. Two men, who, for some unknown reason, she trusted.
With a steady hand he guided himself into her. Filled her. The cry that escaped her lips was unlike anything she’d ever heard out of her mouth. With a firm grip he fisted her short hair and pulled her upright. “I’m going to fuck you, Bryn. And you’re going to fuck Hawke.”
“Yes,” she managed. The word was slow and heavy. Sensation overwhelmed her as she focused on her hand, fucking Hawke. His cries began to mingle with her own as Xander pulled back and thrust into her. He reached around once more to cup her breasts, taking her nipples between his fingertips and pinching. It stung. It stung so much it landed right between her legs in electrifying pleasure.
“Don’t stop, Bryn. You just keep fucking him, or I won’t keep fucking you.”
She realized, in her ecstasy, her hand had stilled, the glass piece buried deep inside Hawke’s ass.
“Okay,” she whispered. Because she couldn’t think. She could only obey.
Mimicking Xander’s movements behind her, she pulled out the piece of glass each time Xander retreated. And when he thrust, so did she. Hawke bucked against the bed. She threw her head back against Xander’s chest. His hands held her steady as he continued to bead her nipples. She felt the sweat of his torso, sleek against the skin of her back.
Skin hitting skin, groans of erotic pleasure, the scent of arousal…they filled the room. There was no world beyond the ship, no brothel, no hiding. She couldn’t keep her gaze off Hawke’s ass and how it was her fucking him. It was like having a cock, and as Xander continued to fuck her from behind, she felt her climax building. Legs trembling, belly quivering, nipples throbbing.
“Come on, baby,” Xander whispered in her ear. “Come for us. Come for us right now.”
“Fuck!” She screamed the word as the climax ripped through her, ripping her apart. She couldn’t move. She surely would have fallen if Xander hadn’t been holding her steady, if his solid weight hadn’t been like a wall behind her.
Hawke thrust himself deep onto the glass piece, and she heard him groan as if it were being ripped from his mouth. She knew he was coming. Coming because she’d fucked him. Even in her hazed state of mind, the thought affected her. And as she felt Xander plunge one final time inside her, his hands squeezing her breasts as he pulsed his hot jets of come into her, another climax ruptured through her.
Time? The very idea of time passing was like an illusion. Everything seemed surreal, and her head was swimming. Was she actually conscious as Xander withdrew himself from her body? As he took her hand and released Hawke? Was she dreaming as Xander placed her naked body on the bed? She was on her side, with Hawke embracing her from behind, and the back of Xander’s body pressed firmly against hers. So content. She thought she’d never felt so content in her life. And protected. Safe.
As if reading her thoughts, she felt Hawke’s soft voice as he spoke against her ear. “Yes, sweet. You’re safe.”
She sighed. But as her eyes drifted shut she remembered Ayla, and how worried her friend would be. “My friend… I need to get her a message before we set sail.”
“Sweetheart,” Hawke said, and despite the short time she’d known him she knew he was grinning. “It’s too late. We set sail about an hour ago.”
Chapter Five
Leaning against the hull of the ship, Xander took a drag from his hemp arre’te and wondered where the fuck they were going.
The ship rolled on the gentle waters. The sky was its usual orangey hue, and he couldn’t smell a storm coming. That was good. But they were on the run, and as such had to be careful where they landed. So, as usual, he was headed north, to the Lost Sea. It was rumored there were islands there in which native plants and animals had survived the Burning Time. And that’s what Viven had sent him to find. Xander hadn’t. But he had no plans on ceasing his search.
Their small crew was busy. Adiv was checking the supplies, and the rest of the men had their hands full since they’d taken on extra duties. At some point they’d have to go back to t
he ruins for more supplies, but Xander was in no hurry to do so. Instead, he continued to sail, his crew working as hard as ever to keep them going.
They’d been at sea five days. On the run from Viven, and with a refugee on the ship. A woman, a prostitute. How did he get himself into these messes?
But the girl, Bryn, didn’t feel like a mess. She felt right. Her presence on the ship made everything lighter, better. After only five days, he couldn’t imagine not having her onboard. Of course, the crew had been let on to the fact that Brian was actually a woman. The “crew” consisted of himself, Hawke and Adiv and a few deckhands who had remained. Adiv could be trusted. As his purser, he’d proven himself as honorable. He’d been in charge of the ship’s supplies and trade for over five years.
Still, harboring a prostitute was a capital offense, and if they were caught by the Priestesses, the punishment would be a lot worse than a stab in the hand with a burning stick.
They wouldn’t get caught.
He drew his gaze away from the endless turquoise sea. Hawke and Bryn lay side by side on the deck, laughing. She ran a finger down his arm, and he smiled at her. They seemed content.
The time spent in the sun had brought out the red in her hair, and her skin was turning a tawny shade of gold. She looked healthy and happy.
Watching them touched something in Xander. He’d made his own family at sea, and, deep inside, he realized he’d just added to his clan. It surprised him. He and Hawke had shared women and men previously. It was uncommon to meet a woman, but they’d sailed to places where women were free, carefully protected on secret islands. He’d been searching for the lost island so long, his travels had given him unique experiences. He’d never been jealous when Hawke had lain with another person. In fact, Xander enjoyed watching his lover’s interactions because those encounters were fleeting, and no threat to their bond. What was strange…it seemed normal and natural. Xander enjoyed watching their pleasure in each other. The situation seemed complete, and anything but fleeting.
