14. Chapter 14

Iwould have swooned. Or cried. Or… I don’t know, done anything remotely romantic at that epic declaration. But before I can Drake thrusts into me with one swift motion, filling me so fast I see stars.

“Holy shit,” I cry out, feeling too full… too stretched. The pain almost overrides the relief at finally having something inside me other than Pete’s tongue or fingers.

“That’s it princess, feel me. I own you now.”

Even through the pleasure-laced pain, I scowl at his words. “And I you,” I bite out over my gritted teeth.

“Aye, captain. I’m all yours,” Drake promises me and my scowl dies away. “Now be a good girl and let me plunder your booty.”

I’m really losing it if all these damn bad sex puns are getting me hot, right?

When Drake finally starts moving again, my body has adjusted to his girth. The sting of pain gives way to the overpowering pleasure of having his Jacob’s ladder rubbing against my inner walls. Did I mention he’s pierced?

I definitely didn’t do that. But I am a fan of whoever took my story and ran with it.

Drake’s hips slowly thrust in and out, his breath still hot against my neck as he continues to whisper a litany of ridiculously sexy puns into my ear.

“You’ve been begging for a pegging since the day you set foot on this ship, now finally I’m going to plug your hole and fill you with my seed.”

My back arches as he hits so deep my toes curl. Why the fuck is this so good? I mean. Okay, yeah. Sex with Pete and Jack is just as good. But why can’t my real life have something this amazing in it so I could look forward to finally waking up?

“Please, Drake,” I beg, not really sure what I’m asking for but he heeds my cries and lifts my left leg over his shoulder so he can dive in deeper.

“Yes! Dear goddess, yes. Please.”

As hard as Drake is fucking me, he’s still holding me carefully, gently like I might break apart and fly away into the breeze. I feel owned but I also feel cherished and cared for.

And the more careful he is with me, and the faster he pumps his cannon into me, the closer he drags me to the edge of bliss.

I’m not ready to go over yet. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment with him for ages, whereas in reality, it’s been no more than a day. Somewhere along the line my mind has meshed with that of Vixen’s and I’m not just remembering her experiences with the crew as the person that wrote them, but more like one that lived it with them.

Unsure what to make of it, other than giving myself permission to be in the moment with Drake, I grab hold of his back, my nails digging into the firm muscles.

“Yes, princess. Poseidon knows how much I want this.” His words fill my heart even more and when his mouth descends on mine once more, his tongue delving between my lips, I let go and fall into bliss.

Drake continues to thrust, his speed increasing until he loses the steady rhythm he had been building and finally lets his seamen disembark into my dark, wet cave.

You know what? I blame the delirium of having my mind blown.

When my vision returns and the feeling in my toes goes from pins and needles to semi-movable, I look around the room in search of my other men. Drake’s body drapes over me like the stunning man-blanket he is. With my knee still awkwardly draped over his shoulder I can’t quite make out where they are.

My teeth bite down on Drake’s shoulder, drawing a soft grunt from him, but it’s enough to get him to move so I can get my leg back down. Thank goodness for four days a week workout sessions or I’d likely be cramping up after all the acrobatics today.

With Drake out of the way I can finally see Pete and Jack… and oh what a site to behold. There is a slight twinge of regret that I’ve missed the entire show, but what I can see is so fucking sexy I’m instantly roaring to go again.

Jack’s large frame is wrapped around Pete, one hand holding his face in a firm grip as their mouths meld together in a sensuous kiss. Jack’s other big hand is holding onto Pete’s cock. At first it looks like that is all he’s doing, but upon further inspection it’s clear that his hand moves up and down so slowly that I can just imagine the torture Pete is going through.

It is, after all, the reason Vixen and Pete had made Jack watch them without participating. They framed it as a bet, but he was such a manipulative torturer that they needed to get their own back.

Every muscle in Pete’s body is straining against the invisible hold Jack has on him and I’m aching to join in. But at the same time, just watching them together, slowly exploring each other is an experience I never thought to have.

“It doesn’t bother you?” Drake says to me, drawing my attention back to his face now hovering over mine. I give him a nudge to move off of me and he slides next to me, pulling me so I’m resting against his chest, but still able to watch Jack and Pete.

“No, why should it?” I ask, curious to hear his thought process, but still worried the slightest thing might set us back to where we were before the battle.

“Because they’re yours?” He sounds genuinely perplexed and as much as I don’t want to look away from the show that’s only getting better, I turn to face my asshole pirate.

“Yes, and if either one of them,” I pause and scowl before continuing, “or you for that matter, look at anyone outside our unit I’d cut off your balls and feed them to you for breakfast.”

Drake grimaces at my graphic threat and I have a sneaking suspicion that if his arms weren’t wrapped around me, he would be protecting his crown jewels from my possible wrath.

Since our discussion started Pete’s turned around in Jack’s embrace. Unfortunately, seeing through Pete’s back isn’t a super power I’ve developed since falling into dream book land, but from the grunts and moans coming from the two men I can certainly picture what they’re doing.

If I were writing the scene, Jack would have both their stiff cocks wrapped together in his mammoth hand, slowly stroking them together. Their difference in height means Jack has to bend over slightly, but that only brings him closer to Pete’s mouth so they can continue their tongue tango.

By the clench of Pete’s ass I can tell he’s getting close, and by the firm press of Jack’s fingers into Pete’s back, he’s not far behind.

Both men grunt almost simultaneously and the tension building in Pete’s shoulders releases as he rests his head against the bigger man’s chest.

“That was beautiful,” I whisper, not realizing that the sound carried to them. Pete turns around so quickly, his eyes big and shocked, as if he forgot about Drake and me being in the room too. “Now come to bed so we can cuddle and pretend that we aren’t sailing away from a sinking, fiery ship filled with bodies of asshole pirates that wanted to steal my gin.”

Pete dives for the bed like the loveable goof he is, and Jack slowly walks to the dresser where there is a jug of water. He makes a show of washing his hands before he stalks over to the bed. With Pete curled up against my other side, Jack curls himself around Pete and rests his head on his hand so he can look down at us.

“So what’s next, my heart?”

I smile at him before sharing my plan.

“We’re going home to share Gin and Tonic with the masses.”

“Who in the ever-loving Davy Jones is Gin and Tonic?” Drake asks, his tone laced with confusion. “And for that matter, what on earth is ‘fuck’?”