Guilty Pleasures (7 page)

Lord Julian Hawke, the king of the pirates, watched as his first mate satisfied his lusts on the woman known as the queen of the pirates. He had thought to be dispassionate about it, for other than his wife, he had always shared his women. But watching Nestor bring beautiful Captain Raven pleasure began to irritate him. Still, having promised the man full access, he could hardly throw him out now. But soon.

Carla pulled the first mate to her, and kissed him heartily. She could taste herself on his lips and his tongue. “Fuck me!” she whispered into his ear, and then she nipped the lobe of it for emphasis.

“Aye!” Nestor said and drove his long cock into Carla. He brought her to a satisfying climax after some minutes.

“You didn’t come,” she complained to him.

“I will,” he told her, withdrawing. “Roll over, lass, and raise your arse up so I can get at it. I hear you like a good arse-fuck.”

Damn, how exciting this is,
Carla thought as she turned herself over and elevated her butt.
“Do it!”
she hissed at him. His fingers dug into the flesh of her plump hips. She felt the tip of his long, slender cock nosing between the cheeks of her ass.
“Do it! I’m dying for it! Do it now!”
she half moaned. “Ahhhhh! Aye! That’s it, First Mate!”

Her face was a mask of perfect lust. Watching her, the pirate king felt himself overwhelmed with jealousy. He had expected her to demur at his suggestion that another man fuck her while he watched. Instead she had welcomed it, and even now he could see that her need for more and more cock was being fulfilled, and not by him. When Nestor finished he was going to be dismissed, and the bold pirate queen’s arse would burn with his punishment. He watched through half-closed eyes as she came again with a cry. He could see that Nestor was emptying his load into her arse, and when they had both collapsed with satisfaction, he growled, “Well, now, Nestor, are you satisfied?”

Nestor rolled over so he might look up at his captain. “Aye. Sir, you did not lie. I am drained of all pent-up passion.”

“Then get out,” the king of the pirates said. “I’ll want her to myself for a time.”

Nestor scrambled from the bed, then gathered his garments and hurried from the room with a contented smile on his face.

When he had gone, Lord Hawke turned on Carla. “Bitch! You enjoyed every minute of his attentions, damn you.”

“Wasn’t I suppose to?” Carla said wickedly.

He jumped from the bed, dragging her with him into her bathing chamber. The tub was filled and rose petals floated on the surface of the water. “Wash yourself!” he ordered her. “I want his stink off of you before I fuck you, damn it!” He lifted her and dumped her in the water, which to her surprise was comfortably warm.

Carla washed herself slowly and thoroughly as he watched with burning eyes. She knew every movement she made was a torture for him. It pleased her that it was. She wasn’t above enjoying this interloper’s sexual prowess, but she would punish him for his bold intrusion. To his credit, he said nothing as she bathed. Just watched. When she finished, she stood and the lightly oiled water sluiced down her petite, lush form. Stepping from the tub, she dried herself carefully. “Satisfied now?” she said in a smoky voice. The look in his eye was dangerous, and she knew what he was going to do.

He didn’t disappoint her, half dragging her back into the bedchamber, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her over his knees, and smacking her bottom until it tingled and burned. “You. Will. Fuck. Whoever. I. Tell. You. To. Fuck. But you will not enjoy being fucked by anyone else but me. Do you understand me, my pirate queen?” He punctuated his demand with a hard smack to her already hot flesh. Then he turned her over, glaring into her face as he pulled her up.

“If your claim to Amorata Cay is proved true,” Carla said, “you will be paid for this property, and gone from here by sunset.”

“My claim is true, but I have decided not to sell the island. I shall remain here, and we will go pirating together. I will fuck you in front of every captain and every crew along the Spanish Main so that they all know you are my property, and mine alone,” he said angrily.

“What about your wife and children?” Carla wanted to know.

“I’ve done my duty by my family. I do not need to go back. I don’t want to go back,” he told her in surly tones.

“I didn’t invite you into my fantasy,” Carla said. “You intruded upon me. You are, according to Mr. Nicholas, a glitch in the system. You will be removed shortly.”

Julian Hawke smiled wickedly. “So you know Uncle Nicholas, do you?”

“My best friend works for him,” Carla said.
Uncle? Uh-oh. Does Nora know this?

“My uncle will be irritated with me for this breach, but I’ll reassure him it won’t happen again. Of course that’s a lie. He’ll know it and punish me in his own unique way. So since the jig is up, my beauty, we’ll have a final fuck that will leave you breathless, I promise.”

Carla laughed. “Then do it, your grace, my lord, king of the pirates. I will admit that you have one of the finest cocks I have ever encountered in all my time as the pirate queen. Stand up now, and let me take the edge off your lust by sucking you dry.” And when he did, she knelt before him, taking the long limp penis and rolling it between her palms. It quivered beneath her touch. She laughed, and then she began to lick him with slow, firm strokes of her tongue from the tip to the root. She twisted her head so she might take his balls into her mouth, her tongue teasing at them, rolling them around the heated cavern. Then she returned to his cock, taking it into her mouth, sucking, sucking, sucking until he was groaning, growing thick and hard with his need.

He attempted to stop her from milking him, from stealing his cream, his fingers tightening about the thick black curls on her head. But he could not force her to relinquish her hold on him. Unable to help himself, he groaned as if in pain, spurting his thick cream down her throat as she eagerly swallowed it, gulping noisily.

His great cock limp, he cursed her, but Carla stood up, her hand stopping the flow of his words. She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed atop him, smiling down into his handsome face. “There is more, sweeting,” she promised him. Then, leaning forward, she pushed one of her nipples into his surprised mouth. “Suck!” she told him. “If you do not make me hot with lust, you shall not have me at all.”

His hands fastened about the cheeks of her ass, holding her firm. His mouth sucked hungrily upon her tit. “You are such a bitch, and you have turned the tables on me, haven’t you? We are a worthy pair, my queen.” Then he continued sucking her. His hands gently pulled her ass cheeks apart so she could feel his newly rejuvenating cock settling between the twin halves.

She felt the flesh hardening and pulsing as it grew in length and width. She could hardly wait for him to impale her on it. But she would torture him a bit longer. He deserved it for spoiling her retreat at Amorata Cay, for ruining her longtime fantasy, but then perhaps that was a bit unfair. She had, after all, grown bored with it all until he’d forced himself into her Channel life.

Suddenly he rolled her over onto her back, his cock free of her flesh. He began to lick her as she at once licked him. She purred with pleasure as his tongue moved across her breasts, her belly, and over her plump mons. “Aye,” she told him. “Aye!”

“Little whore,” he murmured into her ear. “So hot for it, but so careful not to show it. Shall I punish you by not fucking you, my queen? Or shall I bury myself to the hilt within your tight sweet cunt that even now is crying out for me?”

“If you say so, your grace,” Carla replied coyly.

“Jesu!” he groaned, and then without another word he rammed himself into her, fucking her lustily until she screamed with delight, her juices crowning the head of his cock. But he was still hard as iron. He began again. And yet again. Each time she came. Each time she howled her pleasure more loudly. “I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned, fucking her to another climax. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”

“Because you have been a very bad boy, I suspect,” Carla said, smacking his bottom several hard blows. Then she wrapped her legs about him. “But you will come this time for me, king of the pirates. You will fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. And then you will come. I am going to drain you, king of the pirates.”

Her strength and her fierce words stoked his lust. He rode her hard until they were both climaxing together, groaning and crying out with their satisfaction as they came, finally rolling away from each other, wet with their exertions.

“You were magnificent!” he said, sighing with his deep pleasure.

Ping! Ping! Ping! The Channel is now closing.

“I know I was,” Carla told him. She had won! “By the way, sweetie, I’m deleting this fantasy.” She grinned triumphantly at him.

“No!” the king of the pirates said fiercely.

“Farewell,” Carla told him. “You really were a grand fuck, your grace.” Then she was back in her own bed. Carla picked up the remote. It had been an incredible night, but such nights were rare, even in the Channel. Could she? Should she? Her hesitant finger lay upon the DELETE button. Carla rolled over in her bed. Even now Rick was flying over the Atlantic. He’d be home in a few hours, and she suddenly realized she couldn’t wait to see him. She loved him, and he loved her. And in a few months, they would be taking together the first vacation they had had in years. Carla could hardly wait. She pressed down hard on the button beneath her finger.

Fantasy deleted,
the syrupy voice said. And then the television clicked off.

NINA AND THE MOVIE STAR

“H
ave dinner with us tomorrow,”Ashley Kimbrough Mulcahy said to Nina, the manager of her Egret Pointe shop, Lacy Nothings. “A client of Ryan’s is building a house here in Egret Pointe. He’ll be staying with us this weekend.”

“Are you trying to fix me up?” Nina Parsons said with a smile. She was a pretty women in her midfifties with fashionably short strawberry blond hair and warm brown eyes. “I told you a long time ago I’m not breaking in another husband, and the Channel satisfies my libido.”

Ashley laughed. “But you aren’t against dinner out with a good-looking man, are you?” she teased her longtime employee. “Besides, a foursome is better than a threesome.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Nina replied, unable to resist. “I think threesomes are fun.”

“Nina!” Ashley said.

“Okay, okay! I’ll have dinner out with you, your delectable hubby, and the mystery man,” Nina agreed. “Where? And what time?”

“Saturday night at the East Harbor Inn,” Ashley said. “We’ll pick you up. The chauffeur will be driving, so we can all drink the night away.”

“Sounds good to me,” Nina replied. “What’s he like, the mystery man?”

“Early sixties. Good-looking. Two divorces,” Ashley responded.

“Sounds difficult if two women have dumped him.” Nina carefully threaded a price tag onto the silk nightgown as she spoke.

“I don’t think so. The first was ages ago. The second, from what I gather, is because wife number two didn’t want to live in the Northeast. Couple of years ago. No kids from either marriage.”

“So he’s fancy-free. Does the mystery man have a name?” Nina inquired.

“Bob. Robert Talcott. I actually think you two will enjoy each other’s company,” Ashley told her companion.

“Well,” Nina said, “a free dinner with two people I actually like and a mystery man will make a nice treat tomorrow night.”

“Ryan will be tickled pink. He really wanted you to come,” Ashley responded.

Nina smiled. “Ryan is hunky sweet. His mama brought him up right.”

“She did,” Ashley agreed. “Well, I have to jet. Mr. Hunky has been watching the kids while I came into the village. Car will pick you up at seven.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Nina promised as her employer hurried out the door. Then, as it was close to five thirty, she prepared to close Lacy Nothings. Late summer wasn’t their busy season anyway, but the autumn wedding season and the holidays loomed ahead. Already the special orders and Christmas items were beginning to arrive. After emptying the till into the night deposit bag, she locked up, made the bank run, and headed home.