The Pirate And The Pussycat (2 page)

"Kitty," he purred, a small grin lifting his mouth. "I am Captain Rolfe." He closed the doors behind them and turned the heavy iron key in the lock. Withdrawing the key, he handed it to her. "Keep this safe." He sauntered over to the small bar against the side wall. "Would you like a drink? Wine? Rum? Brandy?"

Yo ho ho and a bottle of..."Rum, please?" She slipped the key into her boot.

He glanced over his shoulder. "Whatever you want...Kitty."

A thrill skipped down her spine. From the gleam in his topaz eyes, to the glint of white teeth against his tanned skin, the man absolutely oozed sexiness. A pirate hadn’t looked so yummy since Johnny Depp sailed the Caribbean.

Drinks in hand, he walked to her. "Did I mention I, too, am a seven?" He raised his glass and clinked it against hers in a toast.

"Oh?" She took a long pull of the rum, welcoming the warmth as it tumbled down her throat. "What a lucky coincidence."

Above his mask, a dark eyebrow arched. "And do you know what our having matching numbers means, lovely Kitty?"

The endearment caressed her skin, fluttered down her tummy and pooled hotly between her thighs. Good God, what was he doing to her? She shook her head. "Not exactly." It was getting hard to breathe in the suddenly small room.

"Allow me to explain. As the female, you are basically in charge of our...time together. You have the key. You set the pace. You are in charge of everything. The rules are yours to make..." A slow, wicked grin curved his lips. "...or break."

"What do you mean, our time together?" She wasn’t scared, but more intrigued by the idea of how this might play out. Titillated, her breasts grew heavy, pressing against the tight latex of her costume. "Do you mean…sex?"

He reached out and trailed his thumb along her jaw. "You are in charge. Whatever you desire."

Her senses ignited at his touch while his velvet voice curled around her like a living thing, vibrating through her. "Yes." She rubbed her cheek against his hand.

"Yes what?"

"Yes to the sex part." She licked her lips and planted an open-mouth kiss against the palm of his hand. "That is what I desire, sir." She let her gloves drop to the floor.

He pulled her to him and kissed her hard and deep. His tongue swirled in her mouth, mating hotly with hers. Firm, strong hands slid up her naked midriff to settle on her breasts.

The five inches of added height from her boots made kissing him absolutely perfect. She arched against his hand, hoping the costume would magically evaporate so his fingers could explore more. And those sexy lips. He even tasted tropical, like coconut and Captain Morgan rum.

She unbuttoned the last two buttons on his shirt and pushed it open completely, leaving it gaping in front. Her lips began a slow journey down the side of his jaw, down his neck and across his chest. She blazed a trail of hot kisses across his hard, bronze chest and the washboard abs of his stomach. He was delicious and rock-solid. Sliding her hands down to the sash still knotted at his waist, she fumbled blindly until she got it untied. Next, she unlaced the cotton pants and dipped her fingers inside to explore what lay within.

Catching his shallow groan in her mouth, she smiled to herself as her fingers wound around his turgid length. He was hot and hard, yet smooth and silky. She squeezed slightly, and he groaned again. God, this was going to be good.

Pulling back, Celia ordered, "Take off your pants."

Again, the brow rose. "Just my pants?"

She ran the tip of her nail over her still-tingling lips. "For now."

He hooked both thumbs into his waistband and pushed the material down past his knees, finally kicking them and his boots aside. The black briefs he wore were trimmed in red and displayed a skull and crossbones on the fly.

Celia closed the short distance between them and rubbed his crotch. She purred, "Permission to hoist the Jolly Roger, Captain Rolfe."

His sharp intake of breath was all the answer she needed.

She slipped her hand inside again and stroked him. Role-playing had never been so fun. She jumped full-on into the part of sex kitten. "You want me to suck it, don’t you?" She squeezed, excited by her own bravado. "You want my lips around this big, beautiful cock? Is that what you want?" She flicked her tongue against his mouth quickly. "Is it?"

Rolfe’s jaw clenched and she heard him draw a deep breath. His willpower was commendable because he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he asked, "Is it what you want, Kitty? You are my captain tonight. You are in charge."

Ooh, she liked the sound of that. Her mouth lingered softly against his lips this time, letting her mouth get used to the firmness of his. She nipped his lower lip. "Then yes. It’s what I want. I want to taste you. Now."

Celia yanked down his briefs and knelt in front of him. His cock was magnificent—long and thick, just like she liked them. She put him in her mouth and sucked greedily, then pulled back and whirled her tongue around the fleshy tip.

Rolfe groaned and grabbed her masked head. "That feels...wonderful, my lady."

She was impressed he could stay in character while she gave him head. Taking more of him into her mouth, she sucked her way down the length of him and deep-throated his entire cock. She set the rhythm, bobbing her mouth up and down his long erection.

The sound of his panting echoed loudly in the small room. He held her tighter as he thrust into her mouth. "I’m close, m’lady. So...close. Permission to—" His jaw clenched, and she knew he was trying to rein in his response. He gave up with "Fuck me, I’m coming." Grabbing her hair, he thrust deeply and came in wet, salty spurts, filling her eager mouth.

When his body finally finished shuddering, he leaned his head back and blew out a satisfied breath. "Allow me a moment to...regain my thoughts, my lady."

Celia wiped her lips and smiled. "I hope that adequately paid for my passage, Captain Rolfe." She grabbed her drink, savoring the taste of buccaneer mixed with pirate rum.

"It did indeed, my lady." He rolled his shoulders beneath the still-open shirt he wore.

In her opinion, the disheveled appearance only made him that much sexier. The sight of him made her legs wobble like jelly. She took another swig of her drink and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I thank you for that, Kitty. Never have I encountered such a rush of pleasure in so short a time. It was exquisite."

Beneath her mask, her skin warmed. "I was happy to oblige, sir."

Glorious in his nudity, he sauntered to where she was on the bed. "Now, my kitten, it is my turn to pleasure you."

Her body tingled at the mere thought of him doing just that. "I thought I was in charge."

"You are. I’m merely your servant, here to satisfy any and all desires." He bent and kissed her breasts where they peeked over the top of her halter. "Do you desire this?"

What a silly question, she thought dumbly, reaching behind her to unhook her top. The latex fell away, freeing her breasts to his attentive mouth. His silk mask tickled her bare skin as his lips found her nipple and began suckling, and all rational thought went south. "Ooh, that’s nice."

The seductive magic of this man and the potent rum had a euphoric effect. Whatever inhibitions she might have clung to disappeared at the excitement of his lips worshipping her body. So deep into pleasure mode, she didn’t notice he’d stripped off her shorts and had her lying back against the pillows of the bed. He nipped at her breasts and then kissed them, dragging his warm tongue erotically across each excited nipple. It felt so wonderful. She never wanted it to stop.

But it did stop, and Celia reached for him, trying to pull him back. The bandana he’d worn around his head came off in her hand, revealing thick, brown hair beneath. "Please," she begged. "Don’t stop."

His quiet laugh blew across the sensitive skin of her lower tummy. "I won’t, sweetheart."

Dipping his head, he kissed his way down past her navel, then across the top of her shaved pussy.

Celia sucked in a ragged breath and clenched her fingers in his hair. Eagerly, she spread her legs and pulled him against her pussy. At the first flick of his tongue inside her, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. But when his tongue found her clit, she couldn’t keep her pleasure contained. She bucked her hips, meeting his mouth each time he thrust his tongue inside her. He teased her, tormenting her sweetly until she was on the brink of bliss, then pulled back and started over again. Her clit was hot and throbbing at the same time. Streaks of fire raced through her belly. Her body wouldn’t be denied, and she held him still with her thighs and hands. "Lick my cunt, Rolfe. Ooh, yeah. Like that. Just like—"

Warm waves of pleasure flowed through her as his tongue dove into her pussy again and again. She tightened her thighs around his head, arching off the bed as her orgasm exploded in a blinding rush. "Ah! Ah! God!" Her fingers tangled tighter in his hair as she held him against her.

Rolfe continued to suck her clit as she came. Time and again, she rode the waves of ecstasy as his mouth worked its magic on her.

After a few moments, the world righted itself and Celia released the death-grip she had on him. Instinctively, she smoothed her hands over his head. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to pull your hair like that."

He grinned. "I didn’t mind in the least, Kitty." He slid up the bed until he lay beside her. "There’s only one problem."

Raising herself on one arm, she faced him. "What’s that?"

Rolfe took her free hand and placed it on his hard cock. "The sounds you made while being pleasured excited the hell out of me, my lady." His voice was low and husky.

"Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?" She pushed him on his back and straddled his hips as he tore open a foil packet and sheathed himself. Her thigh-high boots were still on, and her body hummed hotter as they continued acting out this sexy fantasy.

Leveraging herself on his chest, she eased down until her pussy touched the head of his penis. She sat up straighter, undulating her hips, little by little, until the entire length of his thick cock filled her. She savored the feel of him within her, stretching her inner walls so deliciously. She clenched her muscles to test the pleasure gauge.

It was off the charts.

Groaning, her pirate lover grabbed her waist and thrust strongly beneath her.

"Damn, you’re good," she said, loving the way he filled her so completely.

"I aim to please, wench," he growled, plunging deeper.

Celia arched her back and played with her breasts as she rode him. Below her, in his mask and open shirt, he looked like a dangerously sexy swashbuckler straight out of a fantasy. Still in her cat woman mask and spiked-heel boots, the thought of how they must look turned her on even more.

She stuck her middle finger into her mouth and sucked on it, watching him as he watched her. She kept time perfectly between sucking and riding his cock. Slowly, she withdrew her finger and trailed it across her swollen bottom lip, then lower to swirl it around her hardened nipple. She dipped lower still and rubbed her clit, moaning as she found the sweet spot.

As his cock moved inside her, her finger matched the tempo. Nothing had ever felt as good as this. Nothing. The familiar warmth spread like wildfire through her muscles, and she wished she could hold on to the lovely feeling, but it was fast and furious and carried her over the edge in a rush of pure pleasure.

"You’re...so...fucking...sexy." He slammed into her with each word. When she cried out in orgasm, he anchored her hips and buried himself to the hilt, joining her in an explosion of carnal delight.

Collapsing onto him, the sound of music vaguely penetrated Celia’s mind. She raised herself off Rolfe’s chest and listened. "What’s that noise?"

"Sounds like the Stones—Satisfaction, I think."

She grinned. Satisfaction was something she’d definitely gotten with Rolfe. "But this is a pirate ship. The Rolling Stones haven’t even been born yet." She giggled. "Well, most of them anyway."

He chuckled. "True. But there is a ball going on out there, after all. With dancing, eating, partying. That sort of thing."

Celia traced the fullness of his lower lip. "I feel very naughty."

"As well you should. You’re a very naughty wench indeed." Rolfe nipped her finger playfully.

"Shall we join the Stones on the deck, captain?"

An electronic chirp vibrated through the room.

Rolfe rolled them to their sides and leaned over to nibble her ear. The chirping came again. He groaned and swung his legs off the bed. "Give me a moment, would you?"

Celia watched him walk away. He looked delicious in his sexy pirate outfit with the open shirt barely hitting his naked waist. She bit her lip as she gazed at his firm, bare ass. Damn, the man was yummy. Her pussy tingled just looking at him.

Rolfe hit a small button against the wall at the bar. "This better be good," he said into the wall-mounted microphone.

"Sir, I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, but there was a fire in the kitchen."

"Was or is a fire?"

"Was, sir."

"Anyone hurt?"

"No, but there is some scorching and the fire department did come out to look at it."