Shay lay panting on the bed, trying to recover his senses, his cup of tea on the table beside him. I drained my cup quickly, washing away the last of his gift to me, before pouring myself another and heading back toward the bed.
Before I even got there, a loud knock disturbed us both. Shay lifted his head, then reached down to fix his clothes. I found my discarded ones quickly, throwing them on and sitting behind the desk, pulling a map in front of me to make it look like I was working – and to hide my raging arousal.
“Enter,” Shay called.
One of the sailors came in and had a quick word with Shay, and the Captain was left cursing. He ran his hand through his hair, and turned to me.
“Keep figuring out our route, null,” he said. “I'll be right back. Harbourmaster's being a shyte.”
After the Captain threw on a sweater and his jacket, they both left and I just planted my forehead against the desk and groaned. REALLY? Was this to be my luck?
It was nearly an hour before Shay made it back into his cabin. My arousal had died like a guttering candle and I had found myself actually seriously at work at the maps. From the notes Shay had left behind, it looked like our source was crossing the Atlantic now, picking up a package – expected to be the box – before hearing to France. Our goal was to intercept it, but given the damage the Morrigan took, I thought we might have to head to France.
The door opened and the wind blew in, causing me to quickly slap my hands down on the desk's papers. It wasn't open long, as the Captain returned, his grey-streaked dark hair damp from the rainy weather.
“Sorry, null,” he said. “The harbourmaster...”
I waved my hand aside as Shay started to peel away his damp outer garments. I stood and came around the desk, turning the maps around.
“It's fine,” I said. “I've kept myself busy. I went over your notes from the last meeting and I think we're going to miss the swap in London.”
“Is that so?” I heard Shay moving behind me as I oriented the maps right.
“Yes,” I replied. “But I think we can head them of—ooooh!”
Icy cold hands slid up under my shirt, raising gooseflesh and startling me. I straightened, but found the Captain tight up behind me, keeping me trapped between the desk.
“We're not going anywhere until this storm blows itself out,” Shay murmured into my neck, lips grazing over my skin. “And we weren't finished.”
His hands were quick on my belt, on my pants.
“Don't you dare put those cold hands on my—”
I stopped at his laughter and he withdrew his hands, but only to slide them up my back and pin them between us. His delightfully rough hands warmed quickly, even though the chills it sent down my spine left me shuddering against him.
Those hands of his, so nimble, pulled my shirt up and I raised my arms, letting him remove it for the second time that day. As soon as the cloth was out of the way, my Captain's lips were back on my skin, kissing their way along my ear, my neck, my shoulder.
Those hands – warmer now, though nowhere near warm enough in my estimation – were back at my pants, tugging the buttons open one-by-one. My arousal, which had faded in the hour Shay'd been gone, sprung back to life.
My pants, unbuckled and unbuttoned, fell to my ankles in a puddle that both freed me and trapped me, for as soon as I tried to turn, they tangled around my feet. Shay stopped me before I got more than a quarter turned, realigning me with the desk.
“I think this position works well for us, don't you,” he murmured in my ear, his hands leaving my skin. My hot, feverish skin. I felt sensitive to his every movement, like I was a plant turning its leaves to the sun. I felt him pull back slightly, heard the buckles of his belt clicking as he drew the leather back, freeing it. The rustling of cloth as he unfastened his pants.
I wasn't naturally a bottom, but the dynamic felt right, as Shay's hand slid up my spine from my lower back, pausing near the middle to push me down on the desk, maps and papers crumpling under my chest. He was my Captain. He was authority.
Mostly, he was hard and God above, I wanted him in my ass.
“You know, I've never taken a man before,” I heard Shay say, his accent thicker with his arousal.
I shuddered. This could be uncomfortable. Before I could say anything, I felt Shay's thumb press against my asshole, and I spread my ankles slightly, widening my legs. The smell of oil wafted over, and I relaxed. Maybe his first time wouldn't be bad for me after all.
“Tell me what you want, null,” I heard him say. I shuddered again, the command sending a racing fire of arousal down my spine, slamming heatedly into my balls and cock.
“Fuck me,” I replied, my voice all but begging. “I want...need...you to fuck me, Captain.”
I felt Shay's cock press against my oiled asshole, slick itself, and he slowly eased it past the tight ring of muscles. I groaned, but not with pain.
It felt... Beyond. Heaven.
I clamped my fingers down on the edge of the desk, holding myself still as Shay slowly eased his way into me. I could imagine him, head thrown back, his hands now on my hips, his hips tight against my ass...
I heard a shuddering exhalation from above and behind me, and pushed back against his hips, seating him the rest of the way in my ass. This surprised a groan from him and I felt his hands tighten on my hips as his gave an involuntary buck up against me.
I felt him tremble for a moment while he collected his scattered thoughts and regained control of himself. He drew back slightly, then slowly thrust forward, increasing his tempo as he felt me ease up around him.
By the time his thrusts were quick and rhythmic, like a piston, I was moaning with delirious enjoyment.
“null, you're noisier than the last flower girl I had,” I heard him gasp in my ear, before his lips deviated to the side, biting down on my neck, hard. I knew he'd leave a mark and I didn't care. His hips drove his hard cock in and out of me and I couldn't help it.
I felt my balls draw up and before I could even manage to gasp his name, my cock was twitching, hard, splattering the side of his desk with thick strands of sticky cum.
The tightening of my asshole around his cock had a similar effect on Shay and I heard him groan, deep and long like he had earlier that day. With a hard slam, he pinned me against the desk, his cock jumping and spasming inside me, filling me with hot rush after rush of cum.
We stood there, me pinned against the desk, him resting against me, for several moments. I could feel sweat trickling down my spine, could feel it drip from the tip of Shay's nose to land with a splash on my back.
After his senses returned, I felt those tight fingers release my hips, and felt Shay draw back, exiting me with a silent “pop.” I slithered down onto the floor, sitting against the desk, and he was quick to follow me down onto the swaying floor.
“So,” he panted. “You were saying?”
I stared at him a moment before bursting into laughter. I let myself fall onto my side and just shut my eyes, thinking about breathing and slowing my racing heart. My laughter was answered by his chuckles, and I heard the Captain ease himself off the floor.
I heard the rustling of cloth, the buckling of belts, and the clink of china as he poured himself a cup of now-cold tea.
Tea. Right. Back to work.