The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,11

what I can offer you next. Answer my questions, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Moira struggled not to concede. It had been years since a man had touched her, but her body hadn’t forgotten the neediness, the longing for more. No man had spanked her as Kyle was, but she’d received one or two in the heat of passion and reveled in it. As Kyle’s cock twitched against her, she had the strongest urge to slip from his lap and free his sword until her mouth could become its sheath, just as Kyle had implied earlier. She kept her eyes closed and tried to calm her breathing, but she fought and failed to stifle her moan when Kyle’s fingers dipped within.

“Lusty, are you?” Kyle mused. He worked his fingers within her, and Moira was certain there had been nothing more divine. Then his thumb pressed against her nub. She shifted again, trying to create the friction she knew would bring her release. “Answer any of my questions, Moira, and I will give you what you crave. Why were you on the ship? Who was he?”

Moira shook her head, but her breath caught. She struggled to show no signs that her release washed over her, but the stinging spanking that followed made her back arch. It pressed her mound against Kyle’s hard thigh, triggering yet another torrent of feeling from her core into her belly and out through her limbs. She’d gone so long without that her body had taken little prodding. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her heart pounding in her throat.

“I didn’t give you permission to climax, sweet one.”

Moira twisted to see Kyle bring his fingers coated with her dew to his tongue. His gaze was purely predatory, gloating, as he licked them clean, knowing he’d satisfied her. Moira shuddered and shut her eyes, but the defiance that she’d smothered for too many years reared its head. Her mind was at war with itself, warning her that she didn’t know him well enough to be certain he wouldn’t beat her. But the louder voice urged her to challenge him, to test what she could get away with. She slipped from his lap and pressed her shoulders between his knees. Kyle did nothing to stop her as her still-bound hands pulled at the laces to his leggings.

Kyle feared he’d climax without Moira so much as touching him when she licked her lips as his cock sprung free. Her hands wrapped around him, stroking him thrice before her lips brushed against the tip of his rod. She looked up at him as her tongue circled the bulbous head, and air hissed from between Kyle’s teeth as she lowered her mouth onto him. He scooped her hair back as her eyes drifted closed. Kyle almost believed she reveled in the task, but reminded himself that few women enjoyed the act as much as they claimed. But Moira’s moans made him wonder if she was one of those rarities.

Kyle felt his bollocks tighten as she took his full length, allowing the tip to slide down her throat. Releasing her hair, he pulled the neckline of her leine apart, tugging until he exposed the tops of her breasts. He tried to press her away as he felt his release surging forward. But Moira batted his hands. Grasping her hair and tugging enough to sting, he barked, “Stroke me.”

They both watched as Kyle’s seed splashed against her lips and chin before coating her breasts. Moira ran her tongue over her lips and chin as she awkwardly swiped her fingers across her chest before bringing them to her mouth. Kyle sat panting as he watched Moira cast him a look of smug satisfaction before dropping her gaze to the floor. She kneeled before him, her hands resting in her lap, her head bowed, and her gaze averted. Kyle’s cock twitched, struggling to come back to life so soon after such a draining release. The picture of submission Moira made as she rested between his knees tempted him to toss her onto his bunk and sink into her. But as demure as she looked now, she had still defied him more than once. He would discover what Moira hid from him and learn if she was the type of woman he’d sought, but accepted that he would never find.

Five

Moira felt Kyle’s gaze upon her, but she kept her head bowed. She didn’t want him to see her gloating, and she sensed that the