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Obviously ready to please him.
He took another sip of the liquor.
“Dance,” he commanded.
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Julianne took a deep breath and began to move her hips. Though there was no music in the cabin, but she didn’t need any. The song of desire played loudly in her ears and she moved in tune with its urgent beat.
The captain sucked in a breath as her hands moved up and down her body. He had seen her before, but not like this. In the bathhouse, they had been rushed and desperate: two travelers urgent for the release only the other could offer.
Now, her dancing held more than simply a chance to feel good.
Her dancing held the opportunity to help him forget, for a little while, of what he had lost.
Julianne danced until her legs were sore, and then she knelt before the pirate captain. She was surprised he was not yet drunk. Though he had been enjoying a bottle of whiskey, his eyes were still alert, still mesmerized by her movements. As she lowered her body before him, he kept his gaze fixated on her.
She did not speak as she slid her hands up his soft breeches. They were thick and well worn, but soft beneath her hand as she gingerly moved them up.
She had been the aggressor twice now, and in only one day.
Her life was changing faster than
she could imagine.
Julianne slid her hands to Wade’s cock and gripped it tightly over his pants. He groaned, closing his eyes, silently lifting his hips. She slid his pants down and to the floor. He was barefooted, as most of the men on the ship preferred to be, and she lifted each foot as she removed his trousers and tossed them aside.
It was just the two of them now, with nothing between them, and anything could happen in the captain’s dark cabin.
A candle flickered, casting a soft glow on his body. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking her what she was going to do, and Julianne knew she had a choice to make. Would she be brave again? Would she be bold?
She had been taught her entire life that a woman should be silent and meek. She had been trained to understand that a woman’s place was to please a man in the kitchen and to endure his urges in the bedroom, but that was no longer what she desired, no longer what she needed.
Something had changed since Julianne had come to be on a pirate ship. She had changed. She was no longer a girl whose only duty was to take care of a house. She wasn’t expected to cook here or entertain guests. No, today she had a choice, and as the lord of the pirates looked down on her, she knew what to do.
Julianne pressed her hands on Wade Docherty’s thighs. She moved them up slowly, teasing his skin. Goosebumps formed on his thighs, and she bit her lip, excited she was having such an effect on him. His cock was hard and ready for her. By the time her palms reached his balls, he was breathing heavily.
She gently grasped him, feeling his weight in her hands. She ran her fingers over his soft skin before running her hand up and down his shaft. Julianne was fully focused on Wade’s dick now. Her gaze centered on his cock as she touched him, exploring his body. Soon, though, she wasn’t content just to touch him. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him pulsing in her mouth, so she leaned forward and slid her tongue over him.
Wade groaned, and a surge of feminine pride shot through Julianne. She had been excited about sleeping with him at the bathhouse, elated even. This was different, though. At the bathhouse, he had taken control of the moment. Although she had ridden his cock, she was very aware that he was in control of the situation. Now, this was different. Their lovemaking now was more intimate.
The Saucy Devil simply sat in his chair, sipping his whiskey, and allowed Julianne to do what she liked to him. Never before had she been given such freedom to explore and play with a man. Her prior experiences had been acceptable to her, but they had been rushed, hurried. A quick fuck in the hayloft was nothing like what she was experiencing now, and Julianne worried no other man in the future would be able to offer her this again.
She scooted forward on her knees and slid her mouth over Wade’s cock. He set his whiskey on the table and rested his hands on her hair as she took him deeper in her mouth. Julianne was very conscious of his hands on her, but he didn’t touch her breasts or play with her nipples. No, he simply touched her hair while she sucked on his cock.
Julianne used her hands to gently squeeze his balls while she licked him. Up and down, she moved in time with a silent song only she could hear. Desire burned in her. Lust filled her. She wanted more, more, more.
She felt her body growing more heated, more needy. She herself became breathless as she continued to play with Wade. Her thighs were slick with her own wetness, but she wasn’t embarrassed. She was aroused, and it was an incredible feeling.
Prior to her outing at the port, Julianne had been able to stave off her sexual urges with masturbation, but somehow, she didn’t think that was going to be enough in the future. Now that she had experienced a taste of Wade Docherty’s dick, she wanted more. Nay, she needed it, craved it.
And then she felt him tug on her hair.
Julianne looked up as Wade pulled her head back from his body. She was confused, for a brief moment. She thought she had been doing well and was surprised he wanted her to stop, but then she saw his eyes.
“Get on my bed,” he said. His words were deep and strained. Julianne moved quickly with no attempt to be graceful. They were past teasing now. They were past the point of no return. She reached the captain’s bed, which was built into the wall. She sat on the edge of the bed, but Wade shook his head. “Climb on the bed and turn around,” he said.
Julianne looked up at him, eyes wide. She’d never been taken that way before, but Wade waited for her to listen. He stayed in his chair until Julianne was on all fours, facing away from him. Then she heard him move.
