The Red Drifter of the Sea: A Steamy Opposites Attract Pirate Romance (Pirates of the Isles Book 3)

by Celeste Barclay

  As Moira placed the marble items on the bed where Kyle pointed, he squatted beside the open trunk, rummaging deeper until he found what he desired. He lifted the gold chain from its pouch and fisted the cold metal. As Moira watched him, her eyes round with trepidation, he breathed warm air on the tiny metal clamps on either end of the chain. He came to stand before Moira, still surprised that she hadn’t screamed in horror at her findings. He narrowed his eyes as a thought crossed his mind.

  “Do you know what you’ve found, sweet one?” Kyle’s voice was deceptively soft, and a shiver ran along Moira’s spine.

  “Things that don’t belong to me that I shouldn’t have been touching,” Moira responded. “I’m—”

  “I’m not angry. Just the opposite. I hadn’t thought to introduce you to these so soon, but since you’ve found our devices.”

  “Devices? Ours?” Moira stammered.

  “Yes to both. They are devices for us to enjoy in private. You haven’t found everything; at least, you hadn’t pulled out everything. And while I may have acquired them, they are ours because we will use them together.”

  “But what are they?” Moira whispered.

  Kyle guided Moira to sit on the bed, the various accoutrement spread out between them. He picked up the phallus and wrapped his hand around it, sliding over the smooth stone. Moira’s eyes widened further as her tongue darted out between her lips. “I take it you’ve figured out what this is.”

  “Y—Yes. But why would you—or I guess I—need that?”

  “Because my cock can only be inside one hole at a time, and you have two others that need filling,” Kyle explained. His matter of fact tone made Moira’s chin fall forward in shock. “Perhaps I wish for you to suck me. I might finger your quim, but that leaves your delectable arse ignored. Or perhaps, I wish to kiss you while I fuck your arse from behind. Your cunny will ache with loneliness. This can soothe that ache. Or maybe I wish to watch you play with yourself as I stroke my cock.”

  Moira remained silent, swallowing over and over, nodding once. She accepted the phallus when Kyle handed it to her, running her fingers over the cool stone before timidly wrapping her hands around it. Her eyes darted to the bulge in Kyle’s leggings, her attention now on the real object of her desire rather than the substitute.

  “You shall have that soon enough, since I’m finding it hard to concentrate on my explanation. Do you have any idea what this is called?”

  “A phallus,” Moira whispered.

  “It is. It’s what the Romans, even the Greeks, called an erect cock. That,” Kyle pointed to the marble, “is also called a dildo. It comes from the Italian diletto, or delight, because it can certainly delight a woman.”

  “Is that that where you got it? In Naples, I mean?”

  “Yes. That I bought in a market in there. These,” Kyle picked up the set of four different size anal plugs. “Came from a vendor in Lepanto, a village on the southwestern Greek Isles. Do you have any thoughts on what they might be for?”

  Moira shook her head even as Kyle handed them to her. She looked at the smallest, then the largest, leaving the middle two on the mattress beside her.

  “I pulled out today because I won’t leave you with a bastard, Moira. And I won’t force you to stay with me because I will neither take a child from you nor abandon one. I can spill inside you if I use your back passage.”

  Moira licked her lips and nodded. “I know that already, Kyle.” Her cheeks flushed as Kyle sat back. She watched his jaw clench as he crossed his arms.

  “Aidan?”

  “Yes,” Moira whispered, suddenly ashamed of her past. Kyle took the anal plugs from her hands before drawing her closer to him.

  “I’m not angry. Just a little jealous. I thought to introduce something new to you,” Kyle admitted.

  “All of this,” Moira jutted her chin at the implements, “is very new to me, Kyle. I had no idea they existed.”

  “Did Aidan do anything to help prepare your body for that? It can be painful otherwise.” Concern filled Kyle’s voice, and he prayed Aidan had been gentle with her, or he would run the smug Irish pirate through with his rustiest dirk.

  “I wanted to because I understood it was less risky. It wasn’t my favorite, though. It wasn’t very comfortable or very satisfying,” Moira admitted.

  “Did he not see to your pleasure when he coupled with you like that?” Kyle asked softly.

  “Not like the other way.” Moira couldn’t bring her eyes to meet his, embarrassed by their conversation. It was one thing to tell Kyle that she’d been intimate with Aidan or for him to deduce what she’d done. It was another thing entirely to discuss it.

  “These are different sizes to help your body become acquainted with the feel of being filled back there. It will make it easier to take my cock after some training.” Kyle brushed hair back off Moira’s shoulder and rubbed the tension from where her neck met her shoulder. “It can also be a way to heighten your arousal when you’re waiting for me.”

  “What’s that?” Moira looked at the gold chain that now lay among the collection.

  “These are nipple clamps. You know how you react when I pinch or bite your nipples.” Kyle waited for Moira to acknowledge his statement. When her eyes met his, he saw the arousal that dilated her pupils. “If you wish to wear them, then you may. They will remind you of my teeth on you when you wear them beneath your clothes, Moira. Then your nipples will be puckered and ready for me to soothe when the bite from the clamp ends.”

  “Can you put them on me now, Kyle?” Moira murmured.

  “Of course, mo ghràidh,” Kyle replied. At Moira’s look of confusion, his expression softened. “It means my dear in Scottish Gaelic.”

  “Ah, mo stór in Irish,” Moira replied. She canted her head as she looked at Kyle. “May I kiss you?”

  “You don’t have to ask, Moira,” Kyle reassured. Moira inched closer. She kneeled before him as she eased her lips against his. The fire combusted between them, and Moira wasn’t sure if she climbed into his lap or if he pulled her, but she straddled Kyle’s hips. Their kiss drew on until they were both breathless.

  “The clamps. Put them on, please,” Moira panted. Kyle leaned back and pinched Moira’s nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers before breathing cool air onto them. As he continued to roll one, his teeth grazed the other, alternating until both were both tight, protruding nubs. Moira hissed as Kyle attached the first clamp but remained silent when he added the second.

  “What do you wish to try next, sweet one?” Kyle purred as he trailed kisses along her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear.

  “I wish to do something for you, Kyle,” Moira whispered.

  “Oh?”

  “Are you going to make me say it?” Moira asked. Her eyes drifted closed in resignation when he nodded. “I want to suck you.”

  Kyle stood from the bed and undressed. Her eyes roamed over Kyle’s perfectly formed body. She noticed the various scars that stood as proof to a life of hardship and violence. His muscles rippled as they flexed before her. As she continued to peruse his physique, she sensed he was growing anxious, almost nervous.

  “Do you not wish for me to look at you?” Moira asked as she stood from the bed.

  “Do you like what you see?” Kyle countered.

  “Are you worried that I won’t?” Moira cocked a brow and waited to see if Kyle would answer truthfully.

  “Of course.”

  Unprepared for such a blunt response, Moira stepped closer but didn’t touch Kyle. “Capt’n, may I kiss you?” Kyle responded with a jerky nod. Moira sank to her knees; gathering her hair in one hand, she feathered kisses along his shaft from root to tip. When she reached the head of his cock, she whirled her tongue around the tip before licking his length. When she slid her mouth down Kyle’s shaft, he thrust, his hands pressing her head toward him. Moira didn’t panic, rather gripping his hips with her hands.

  “Dear God, I’m ready to spill,” Kyle growl
ed. Moira drew him to the back of her throat as she worked his cock. When he tried to pull away, she looked up at him, reassuring him that she didn’t want to stop. His seed shot down her throat as she forced herself not to gag. She swallowed over and over, not enjoying the taste, but enjoying the satisfaction of bringing Kyle to release so quickly. Kyle sighed as he helped Moira to her feet. He handed her a flask of whisky, and she took a long draw.

  “Scottish,” Moira murmured.

  “Good,” Kyle corrected. Moira pulled her lips in, but she couldn’t hide her grin.

  “Your turn, sweet one,” Kyle rasped, his throaty voice sending pulses of need to Moira’s nipples. His hands kneaded the mounds, making the clamps bounce, but he never touched her nipples. “They ache, don’t they?”

  “Yes. As does my cunny,” Moira admitted.

  “How do you feel, Moira? Can you play, or are the clamps becoming too much?” Kyle prepared to remove them and soothe the inevitable sting, even comfort her before easing her into release. But Moira shook her head.

  “Leave them, please.”

  “Do they not hurt?”

  “They do, but I—I like it. I want to try whatever you want, Kyle,” Moira confessed.

  “Perhaps one toy is enough for tonight,” Kyle hedged. He noticed the dark shadows creeping beneath Moira’s eyes, and he suspected she was more exhausted than she realized. She’d slept for much of the afternoon, but he knew she didn’t sleep well at Dunluce, and much had happened in the past week.

  “May I decide that for right now, Capt’n?” Moira stood with her hands clasped before her, chin down.

  “I will grant your request, sweet one. But I will decide,” Kyle corrected. “What do you wish to try?”

  Moira looked at the selection on the bed and picked up the slimmest anal plug and held it up. Kyle nodded before stepping over to the chest where Moira found the buried treasure. He pulled two vials from a pouch and held them up for Moira to see as he returned to stand before her.

  “This one is a simple oil. No actual scent, but it will ease the plug into you. It’s what I will use on my cock before I enter you when the time comes.” Kyle shook the other tiny bottle. “This one is ginger oil. Too much will cause you serious pain, Moira. You are not to touch it. Am I understood?” He waited for Moira to nod, her eyes wide. “There may come a time when your punishment warrants me adding a small amount to a plug. We can experiment with this another night, and you may find that you enjoy a dab or two. But until I’m certain you know how potent it is, you are not to touch it. Come and lean over the table as you did earlier, sweet one.”

  Moira hurried to follow his directions, groaning as her sensitive nipples pressed against the hardwood. Kyle’s hands slid over her backside, squeezing and massaging the flesh. As he felt her relax, he swept his thumb along the division between the two globes. After several passes, he used his thumbs to pull the flesh apart. He rested his semi-aroused sword against the sheath he wanted wrapped around it. His hands gripped Moira’s hips as he rocked. She pushed back to meet him.

  Easing his left hand along her pelvis, Kyle slipped his fingers into her channel. Drawing his hips away from her bottom, his other thumb tapped her rosebud several times as he watched her relax further. With one hand still working her core, he reached to the bed and snagged the smallest plug. Still working with one hand, he popped the cork from the vial and dribbled the oil along the division between Moira’s buttocks. He swirled the oil around the tight hole before nudging his finger into her secret passage. Moving quickly now, he added oil to the plug and brought it to her backside.

  “Easy, sweet one. You know what’s happening. But it shouldn’t hurt as it did before. Breathe out as I press this into you,” Kyle said in soft tones. Once the tip entered Moira, he twisted as he inched it inside her. When the flange sat flush with her skin, he admired the site, his cock surging back to life. But he forced himself to ignore his intensifying need, focused on bringing Moira pleasure before they found it together. “Stand up and see how you feel.”

  Moira rose from the table, uncertain how the new position would feel. It was awkward, but not painful. It intrigued her as she looked back at Kyle. She nodded, and he guided her to the bunk. Once she laid back, settled against the pillows, Kyle climbed between her thighs, letting his feet dangle off the end of the bed. Without warning, he wrapped his lips around her bud and drew it into his mouth. Her moan gave him pure male satisfaction as her hand pressed his head to her sheath. He gripped both of her wrists and pinned them to the bed. She would cede complete control to him on her own, or he would cease. Her hands flexed, but it was only a moment later that she sighed. He felt her body go limp and watched as her eyes drifted closed.

  As his teeth nibbled and his tongue laved, his need to thrust into her just as his tongue did became undeniable. He rocked his hips into the mattress, trying to ease his discomfort. Knowing he wouldn’t last long before abandoning his current approach to pleasuring Moira, he sucked hard on her bud. Her hips sprang off the bed as she shattered. As the spasms rippled through her core, Kyle shifted up and thrust into her. Supporting himself on one forearm, he released one clamp, his mouth immediately taking its place. He licked the grooves left on Moira’s silky skin. As he rocked into her over and over, he soothed the sting. When she sighed, he shifted and released the other nipple. Her moan signaled her second release as her thighs squeezed the sides of his hips. She hadn’t reached for him since he’d pressed her hands away.

  “Kyle,” Moira moaned. “So full.”

  “Are you all right?” Kyle asked, praying that she didn’t ask him to stop. She’d been tight the last time he buried himself within her, but the addition of the plug made her channel into a vice.

  “Yes. Can we stay like this for always?”

  “Would that we could, sweet one,” Kyle chuckled. Moira rubbed her punished nipples against his chest, and he knew the pins and needles she felt would continue even after they finished. It would be a reminder of what they shared. As one hand continued to knead her breast, he realized that he longed to feel her hands on him. He’d never cared much in the past. As long as his bed partners did as he expected and didn’t just lay beneath him, he hadn’t been interested in them touching him. Now he could think of nothing else but Moira’s hands exploring his body as they had the last time they joined. “Touch me.”

  Moira’s instantaneous response and sigh told Kyle what he’d hoped for. She was desperate for more contact, to take part fully in their coupling. “Kiss,” she muttered as her hands slid down his back until she grasped his backside, squeezing as she encouraged him to piston his cock into her. He captured her mouth in a wild and searing kiss that stole her breath away.

  Moira’s body was floating above her even as she felt Kyle pressing her into the mattress. She never imagined such a maelstrom of sensations could coexist in her body without it going up in a conflagration of flames. Her palms had itched with the need to touch him, but she gladly surrendered to him, giving all control over to Kyle. Her curiosity encouraged her to discover without hesitation each unfamiliar sensation he introduced. But his invitation to touch him set her free, a wildness surging through her that made her hips meet his with just as much force as he used.

  Kyle flipped them, so he bore Moira’s weight on top of him. She looked at him in surprise, but her pupils further dilated when his hand smacked her backside with a ringing echo in the cabin. He brought his hand down over and over, each spanking sparking an aggressiveness he didn’t expect in Moira. She moved faster and with more determination each time he left her bottom stinging.

  “You’re enjoying this,” Kyle said, uncertain whether he meant it as a statement or a question.

  “Yes,” Moira growled. She leaned back and rode him until a smothered scream tried to escape her throat. Her fingers clawed his chest as her body seized. Kyle rolled them once more, slamming into her over and over until he pulled free, his seed coating her breasts and throat. He pinched each nipple once mo
re, making Moira shudder. He moved aside, reaching over Moira to drop the gold chain on the floor before he glided his hand over her hip until he grasped the plug. With all the gentleness he could muster, he eased the device from her rosebud before climbing over Moira and taking it to the bowl on the washstand. He wiped himself clean with a damp cloth before returning to the bed. He perched on the edge as Moira watched him. He shook his head when she tried to take the cloth from him as he pressed her legs apart.

  “Let me tend to you in every way, Moira. Let me see to all of your needs, not just your pleasure,” Kyle explained. When he was through and the cloth laid in the bowl too, he drew the covers over them both. “How do you feel?”

  “Sleepy. My body is boneless, and my mind is clear. Everything feels warm and cheery. I ache for more while being sated at the same time. Never did I imagine coupling could be like that,” Moira confessed. Kyle’s arm rested beneath her neck, and his fingers and thumb glided over her skin, sending a delightful shiver down Moira’s back. She sighed as her eyes drifted closed.

  “I didn’t know it could be like that either,” Kyle admitted. Moira’s eyes flew open, the look of confusion clear. “Yes, I have used those kinds of implements with women before and taken pleasure in the coupling, but never did it consume me so fully. The ship could have burned down around my ears, and I wouldn’t have noticed. All I could think about was being inside you, how if felt each time you climaxed. Moira, I nearly didn’t pull out. I nearly gave in to the need to finish inside you.”