Trouble With Harry (13 page)

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, his 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.

His hands squeezed her buttocks, the muscles across his chest rippled in the dim light filtering in through the windows. Harry collapsed over her, pressing the air from her lungs. Without pulling free, he lifted her up, sliding her across the mattress until they lay side by side, his cock still buried in her.

He reached across and smoothed her hair from her face, the touch oddly endearing after the wild ride he’d just given her. She liked the pressure still inside her, the hot, sticky heat between her legs. Edie leaned into his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm and sighed. “I could fall for a pirate like you, Harrington Taylor the Third.”

A chill swept over her skin as Harry’s cock slid free.

Had she really spoken her thoughts aloud?

“Edie.” He turned her to face him.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I can’t seem to keep my big mouth shut.” Was this the rejection she’d expected all along? Would he pull the age-old fuck-n-dump on her?

“It’s okay. You didn’t say anything wrong. It’s just that I’m not the guy for you.”

“Why, Harry?”

“You need someone who isn’t tied to a bottle, a stone and a curse. Even if all that wasn’t a current part of me, I don’t have anything to offer you.”

“Did I ask for anything?” Tears welled in her eyes. This really was the brush-off. Her first lover, and he was already pushing away from her.

“No, but a man has the obligation to provide for his woman. A home, an income, a house with a white picket fence.”

Brushing a tear aside, Edie fell back on the only weapon she could muster. Anger. “I don’t want a home, I’ve already got an income and an apartment. Why should a man feel like he had to provide for me?”

“It’s his duty. And I’m not cut out for that kind of responsibility. I’m an archeologist. I’ll always be searching for another treasure, roaming distant continents in very unsavory conditions. A man can’t expect to take his woman into such an environment. It’s not fair to her or him.”

“Is that how you see our relationship? A duty. An obligation?” Edie pushed away from Harry and stood up beside the bed, yanking furiously at the bedsheet. “Fuck you, Harry. I don’t want your obligation or your duty. All I wanted was a little roll in the sheets. I’ve gotten that, now you can get the hell out of my life.” She hated that her voice crumbled into a pathetic whisper, tears choking off her words. With a desperate yank, she pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her body, covering herself from shoulder to toes, her back to the man who was well on his way to breaking her heart.

“Edie?” He stood behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Leave me alone, Harry. I’m not your obligation. You’re not responsible for my happiness. I’m a big girl. I don’t need you.” She shook free from his hands and walked across to the small windows.

“Ships ahoy!” Muffled shouts sounded through the walls of the ship. A loud boom split the air and the entire ship shuttered.

Fists pounded against the door to the captain’s cabin, rattling the sconces on either side. “Captain, we’re under attack, we’re under attack!”

Another boom rent through the shouts outside. This time the floor beneath Edie’s feet shook so hard she dropped to her knees. A loud crack sounded outside the door.

“She’s going! The mains’l is hit!”

Harry’s eyes widened and he leapt to cover Edie’s body with his, smashing her to the floor.

With barely enough breath to keep blackness from consuming her, Edie managed to say, “I wish we were back in the library.”

The crashing sound of the huge mast smashing through the ceiling above, mingled with the rumble of thunder. Edie closed her eyes, hoping she hadn’t made her wish too late. Splintered wood fell around them, glass from the nearby windows exploded sending lethal shards flying through the air.

With a grunt, Harry’s body jerked above her and he went limp, his weight resting fully on Edie, cutting off the remaining airflow from her lungs. As blackness consumed her, she thought, what happened to Harry?

Chapter Nine

A faint glimmer of light entered the inside corner of Harry’s left eye. Not much, but enough to prod him awake. When he shifted to stretch, sharp pain laced across his shoulder. He winced and moaned. What happened? That’s when he realized the soft form below him wasn’t a bed, but the blanket-clad body of Edie Ragsdale. They were back in the library lying on the carpeted floor between rows of reference books.

He rolled to the side ignoring the sore shoulder and hovered his mouth next to hers, feeling for breath. His own caught in his throat until a faint, warm puff of air tickled his upper lip. Thank God! She was alive. He ran his hands over her arms looking and feeling for any wounds or broken bones. Her skin was so cold.

Why was she so cold? He chaffed her hands between his, trying to rub warmth back into her fingers. How long had he been laying on top of her, smothering her to death with his body?

Cool air wafted across Harry’s backside, reminding him he had less on than Edie in her blanket and perhaps in just as much trouble, although of a different kind, since they were back in the library. Then he remembered the incredible passion he’d spent with her, the crazy games they’d played and her willingness to try new and exciting things. All to be shattered by an attack on the pirate ship that almost got her killed.

Damn this magic! How could he keep Edie safe if she kept wishing herself into impossible situations? What if she got herself into a bad spot and couldn’t wish him there to bail her out? He’d have no idea where to look or even when. This wishing thing was insane and had to end before Edie got hurt.

A pale, slender arm, sprinkled with a light dusting of freckles, reached up and a hand cupped his cheek. “Why so serious?” Edie’s sleepy smile warmed him from the inside out.

He turned his face into her palm and kissed her. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re back at the library.”

“Ummm…” she stretched, her back arching like a satisfied cat, her breasts falling free of the blanket’s edge. Halfway through an incredibly large yawn, her eyes widened and she sat up straight, tugging the blanket up to her chin. “The library? The New York City Public Library?”