6. Chapter 6

“Last night, you made me watch as Grin took you in front of me. I wasn’t allowed to touch, taste or partake at all,” my patient pirate says with a devilish glint in his eyes. Wait a hot damn minute… my pirate?

His words remind me of the smut scene I’d written before the whole deal with Killer happened. Pete had bet Vixen that there was no way she could make Jack sit out an entire scene. Apparently, she was too soft and mushy and would give in before the first climax had been reached.

Boy, did Vixen prove him wrong. Bonus? Pete would be her sex slave for a whole week… but now I have to pay for the torture I’d put my gentle giant through. I swallow down the sudden nerves and return his grin with a smirk of my own.

“You liked watching us. If I’m not mistaken, you managed to blow your load all on your own without my help.”

Jack looks at me, his brows furrowed at my statement. “My heart, you know I don’t enjoy using a pistol. I much prefer the feel of my blade crossing that of my foe’s.”

You must not laugh at the clueless pirate. You must not laugh at the clueless pirate… Nope, I couldn’t do it. An unladylike snort slipped out, only increasing Jack’s confusion.

“My, my, my, Wolf. It seems our temptress needs a reminder of who’s really in charge inside these four walls.”

A shiver of need runs through my system, and I can’t help but squirm against Jack’s body, eager for whatever he has planned for me next.

Jack’s hands hold me steady over his erect cock. My empty channel clenches, and a needy moan slips from my lips as he refuses to let me sink onto his rigid staff.

“Please, Jack,” I whisper, not in the least ashamed of the needy note in my voice. I’m not above begging, especially not when it comes to these exceptional men. I created them. I know exactly how good they are in the sack.

“All in good time, my heart,” he responds before—holy shit, he is strong—lifting me until I straddle his shoulders. My dripping wet cunt is mere inches away from his bearded jaw, and if I try hard enough, I can already feel the beard burn against my thighs.

I’m vaguely aware of Pete moving up to lie next to us. He rests his head on his crooked arm and stares at us, his expression hungry. I’m pretty sure it matches mine almost exactly.

The next second I’m being devoured. My poor, poor pussy is being eaten by the big bad sea creature. And I love it. I grip the solid wood headboard in front of me and give myself over to the sensations wracking my body.

Jack might be the gentle giant with buckets of patience when it comes to Vixen, but he is ferocious and relentless in bed. The big strong hands still gripping my hips encourage me to not only enjoy his tongue inside my damn honeypot but also to grind down onto him like a horny teenager chasing her first orgasm.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Look at you.” Pete’s voice is reverent, and a glance in his direction shows me he’s doing exactly what his friend was doing the night before. Even after filling me up not ten minutes ago, he’s already hard. His hand wraps around his stiff cock.

I can feel the buildup of another mind-shattering orgasm closing in on me, a mindless string of meaningless words falling from my lips as I ride Jack’s face. But right before I fall over the cliff, the bastard pushes me away from his face.

The sudden shock of movement and the glaring absence of something inside me push my climax out of reach.

“Jackass!” My impatient cry draws a chuckle from both the men in the room.

“There’s no donkey in the room with us, Vixen.” Jack admonishes me, and it”s a struggle not to roll my eyes at myself. It seems I’d done too good a job of building the characters. I was so proud of all the damn research I’d put into creating the world, and now I was regretting it, if only because I couldn’t swear at these men like I wanted to without having to explain myself to them.

“Never mind the damn donkey, Jack. Fuck me!” I beg him.

He shakes his head at me before pulling me down for a kiss. Even though I’m not a fan of tasting myself, I can’t help but give in to his demand. His big, soft lips open up for me, and our tongues dance together in an endless tango.

He steals my breath, and I can’t find it within myself to care. The only thing that matters is being in this moment with the two men on the bed with me.

My empty, achy pussy grinds against the impressive bulge underneath me, and I know that if he just lets me do that for a little longer, I’ll be able to steal that orgasm from him, but before I get very far, a loud sound cracks through the air and my ass lights up with a sharp sting.

“Such a naughty girl,” Jack growls. “Trying to take your pleasure like that.”

Another smack, and my other ass cheek burns with pain. The warmth quickly turns into pleasure, and I look down at my wolf, my eyes silently begging him for more.

And even though he’s busy teasing me, torturing me, tempting me, he can’t quite deny me everything I want. He’s the perfect man, after all.

So he gives me exactly what I want.

With one swift move, he fills me. His mast is even thicker than Pete’s, and the stretch is almost painful in the most mind-numbing way.

“You’re going to ride me now, my heart. Ride me and claim your pleasure.”

And that’s precisely what I do. My hips move, going with the motion of the ocean. With one of his hands on my hip, encouraging me to continue moving, and the other periodically spanking my ass, I’m a mindless mess of pleasure, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“That’s it, my heart. Look at you. You’re a goddess.” Jack’s praise runs through me, and I’m practically glowing with pleasure and what I can only describe as love.

I know it isn’t real. I’m well aware that I’ll wake up in the morning, probably heartbroken, because this is all just one wild, elaborate dream.

But for now. For now, I’m going to enjoy each and every moment.

And that’s precisely what I do as I fuck my damn patient pirate until he fills me to the brim, and I cum all over his damn rudder.