What She Needs (30 page)

“Well, my lovely wench,” Brent said, “if that’s your decision, so be it.”

She spun to face him again, surprised.

That’s when he added, “What you do not choose to give, we’ll simply take.”

Their eyes locked just before he moved toward her in a rush. Instinctively, she lifted her arms in front of her and Brent grabbed tight to both wrists. She found herself struggling, not against Brent but against the lusty pirate he’d become. Before she knew it, she’d toppled to her knees and he came down with her, pushing her to her back in the warm sand.

Pinning her arms to the beach on each side of her head, he kissed her—hard. And whatever strange combination of reactions she felt in that moment—worry, lust, intimidation, nervousness—it all fell away and she suffered nothing but the joy of being beneath him, taking his hot kisses and returning them with everything inside her.

When he shoved his knee between her thighs, she let out a moan and sank deeper into every sensation. Soon he freed her wrists, and she ran her fingers through his hair, digging them into his broad shoulders. At the same time, he captured her breasts in his grip, making her cry out at the rough caress—then he yanked the dress from her shoulders, where it was already loose, until her tits were on display. A growl erupted from his throat just before he latched his mouth on to one tightly engorged nipple, sucking deeply, wildly, making her sob as she wriggled beneath him, her pussy flooding with heat.

He moved hungrily to the other breast, the stubble on his chin abrading her soft flesh, but she didn’t care—it compared nothing to the powerful need he sent spilling through her.

One moment he’d nearly doused her arousal with his threats of multiple lovers—the next he’d completely restored it, driving her even wilder than she’d been to begin with.

“Oh! God—yes!” she heard herself cry as he sucked her tit almost painfully. Her delight overrode that, and as the intense sun burned down on them, all she wanted was more—more of whatever Brent wanted to give her.

Finally, when he released her tender nipple from his mouth, his breathing labored, he peered down at her. “You’ve become more agreeable, I see.”

She was just as breathless, admitting, “So I have.”

When Brent looked deep into her eyes she felt it everywhere, moving through her like hot liquid. “Have you been a long while without a man, my lady?”

Continuing to meet his gaze, she thought of the last two days without him inside her. “It . . . feels that way.”

She knew his next deeply spoken words were about more than his role—they were about what was coming, about preparing her for it. “Then give in to your body’s needs and think of nothing else.”

Rolling off her, he bent to scoop her into his arms. With her dress still falling off, revealing her higher-than-normal breasts, he carried her a short distance across the wide beach until lowering her to the sand, on her feet, next to an old fallen tree. The sun had bleached its trunk nearly white, the remaining remnants of branches nothing but snarled twists of wood. The other pirates joined them and given that her tits were visible, she probably should have felt more embarrassed—but clearly her stay here was having an impact, since she was much more concerned with the need coursing through her now.

Not bothering to be gentle, Brent pushed her against the thick tree stretching across the beach and growled, “Bend over, wench.”

She did so, at the waist, resting her stomach on the smooth tree. She was rewarded almost instantly by the sensation of his hard-on pressing into the center of her ass through their clothes. The sound of her harsh breath mingled with the crash of the tide as she waited—silently begging,
Please, please!
—for Brent to fuck her.

She let out an almost gleeful sigh when his strong hands pushed up under her dress, sliding smoothly up her thighs and onto her bare bottom.

“Lift her skirt,” she heard him tell one of the other guys. She couldn’t even see which one obliged but felt the sea breeze waft over her skin as the weight of the long dress settled around her waist. In response, Brent let out a small groan and said, “Mmm, look at this pretty, round ass.” When he resumed rubbing the rock-hard column of his shaft there, she wiggled against him, unable to help herself.

Seconds later, he leaned forward, warming her back with his front, until he whispered in her ear. “Ready yourself for pleasure, my lady.
Deep
pleasure.” And when he began to massage her rear, she couldn’t hold in her moan. Her swollen pussy pulsed and her breasts ached, and any touch helped fill the rough need he’d built in her.

“Now fuck her,” Brent said.

And just as she was registering that he’d made the demand of someone else—new hands molded to her hips and a hard shaft plunged inside her. Despite herself, her body arched, her head dropped back automatically, and pleasure roared through her as her long, low sob echoed through the air. Oh God. So hot, so filling. Brent had primed her, aroused her, and now—oh Lord, it truly seemed any cock would do!

Jenna caught her breath—adjusting to having another man inside her, adjusting to the strange satisfaction it brought—just as that man began to move in and out, pumping, pumping. And God help her, she moved
with
him, fucking him back.

Just then, Brent appeared in front of her on the other side of the dead tree. Closer to standing upright than bent over now, she still leaned forward into the wood, holding on to it for balance—so she only had to lift her gaze to meet his eyes. She tried to read them, but all she could decipher with certainty was passion.

When his hands rose to her breasts, she sighed and whispered, “Yes.” And when he leaned in to kiss her—deep tongue kisses that permeated her soul—while another man drove his cock into her cunt, she’d never felt so utterly consumed with heat.

This was different than the dungeon. There, she’d been fearful and worried, fighting everything so hard—but now, she very quickly accepted the pure, overwhelming pleasure of the fantasy. She sank into it fully, meeting the cock that fucked her from behind, meeting the warm mouth that kissed her lips in front. Since she was standing, each stroke bored into her more intensely, stretching all through her.

She moaned into Brent’s mouth as he caressed her tits and lightly pinched her nipples. Sensation pulsed through her whole body, out through her fingers and toes, up into her scalp, and soon she struggled to stay on her feet. When her knees gave way, Brent caught her in his arms, as did the unseen lover behind her. And even just that, being in the arms of two men, felt so bizarre and wondrous that she quit thinking and simply went with utter abandon wherever Brent wanted her to go.

“Turn her around,” Brent instructed, and she felt her body being rotated, then Brent’s able grip at her waist as he hoisted her ass onto the sun-washed tree. It gave her a chance to see that the man so capably fucking her was Zack, who’d done so in the dungeon as well. He made a hot pirate, wearing a flowy white shirt, open across his chest, and through his long hair she spied a silver hoop in one ear. His erection remained upright, sprouting from undone pants, near the cutlass strapped to his side. Now Jenna knew what she’d felt pressing against her thigh—which told her the knives were fake, even if impressive visually.

The other pirate stood nearby, and she got a longer look at him now, too. He appeared to be of Latin descent, also sporting an earring. He wore only a black vest over tan breeches and black boots, and tattoos spanned his biceps. His dark eyes were as lust-filled as her own surely were, and a large bulge stretched upward at his crotch.

“Eat her pussy, Rico,” Brent demanded, and the Latin man came toward her. And then it hit her—Rico! Their waiter that first night in the gazebo. But he looked . . . well, different now, to say the least.

One of Brent’s arms was anchored around her waist, but he used his free hand to gather the skirt of her dress, pulling it briskly up. “Spread,” he whispered darkly in her ear, so she parted her legs.

Rico stooped down and leaned in, immediately devouring her—and she cried out, not expecting him to start out with such hungry eagerness. In fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever been eaten with such bold gusto before—she seemed to feel his tongue, teeth, and lips everywhere at once, stretching from the bottom of her cunt to the top.

Broken cries left her throat as her body responded involuntarily, her pelvis lifting, contracting in a jagged, unsteady rhythm she couldn’t control. Brent held her tight from behind and she clutched at his arm and relished the feel of his masculine body supporting her. Soon she lifted her feet onto the smooth log, allowing her to spread wider, feel it all more intensely. She bit her lip as she watched her new Latin lover go down on her.

She’d never even spoken to him, but that didn’t impede the hot pulsations echoing through her body, growing wilder each second. Wet sounds rose from where he worked and she met his tongue with her clit—again, again—moaning at each new burst of heat. Brent massaged one breast, then the other, kissing her neck, gently biting her shoulder.

She gasped when she knew orgasm was approaching. “Mmm, yes,” she murmured, nearly breathless, eyes falling shut, her head dropping back to Brent’s chest. And then—“Oh. God.
Now
,” she murmured just before the tumultuous climax hit, rocking her body, again taking all her control—but Brent still held her as she screamed her release.

When finally it passed and limp exhaustion came, the delicious pressure between her legs ceased and she loved recovering in Brent’s embrace. He let her rest that way for a long, tranquil moment—before saying, “Lie back on the tree, sunshine.”

She opened her eyes and peered over her shoulder at him, aware he’d broken out of character. But he didn’t seem to have noticed—he was easing away from her, yet still supporting her, helping her recline until her head rested against a large branch, broken off only inches above where it began, providing a good headrest. Her dress remained pulled to the top of her thighs and falling down over her breasts.

“Zack, let our pretty wench feel your cock on her tits.” She was just processing Brent’s words when he added, “And Rico, climb onto the tree and fuck her.” Jenna drew in her breath as a passing breeze set her skin tingling all over.

And yet . . . no Brent? Apparently not, right now.

But somehow he’d finally done it, filled her with enough brazen desire that it didn’t matter anymore.

Rico, the Latin now
technically
becoming her lover, boosted himself onto the log with the agility of a cat. This time, she didn’t even have to be told to spread her legs—she simply did it, letting them drop over the sides of the tree so that she straddled it, waiting while rough and sexy Rico unbuttoned his period-style breeches and an impressive phallus popped free. She bit her lip at the sight—thick and slightly curved, it was smaller than Brent’s but ample indeed.

As Rico knelt between her legs, Zack stepped up beside her and their gazes met. She remembered him whispering dirty things to her the other night and sensed he might be recalling the same. When his hand cupped her breast, she tensed—but again, all she felt was pleasure, pure and thick, washing through her. And when Rico lifted her thighs, bringing them across his own, then smoothly slid his hard cock into her cunt, that pleasure increased tenfold, nearly swallowing her.

Low moans left her with each even stroke he delivered and she lay content to soak up the filling sensation. A hot, “Ohhh,” echoed from her when Zack leaned in to do what Brent had said, running the length of his stiff shaft over her breast. She watched both cocks pleasure her, acceptant and grateful, aware that her entire body felt cradled in a warm, dirty delight she’d never experienced.

A few feet away, Brent observed, and though she tried to keep her focus on Zack and Rico, she knew she reaped far more joy from the same source as yesterday—Brent’s eyes on her. It was almost as if his gaze touched her, caressed her, supported her, reassured her. In a strange way, it was almost as good as if
he
were inside her, as if
he
were teasing her tits with his erection. Not quite, of course—but not a bad substitute.

So she alternated between watching the thick phallus filling her moist, tight opening below and studying the other erect cock caressing her nipples or sliding over the softer part of her breasts—and she found it utterly hot when Zack positioned his body to lay his shaft flat between her tits, then used his hands to push them up around it, fucking her
that
way. But the thing that thrilled her most of all was the constant sight of Brent in her peripheral vision, taking it all in, experiencing it
with
her.

Both Zack and Rico growled and groaned their pleasure and she thought it made a lovely little erotic symphony—reminding her how wild she was now; that she was with two men at once and being watched by a third; that she had suddenly become a dirty, dirty girl and—to her shock—she liked it. But when another male sound echoed from her left, she turned her eyes past Zack’s firm body to Brent, whose face now filled with deep want, and whose dick was freed from his pants, in his hand.

Oh God, that was hot. To see him touch himself—for her. It was what his message last night had made her envision and was nearly enough to make her come, even without direct attention to her clit. She bit her lip, watching
him
watch
her
, and loved letting it send a whole new hot, naughty sensation vibrating through her body.

Soon her gaze focused tight on his big, masterful cock, so stiff and huge in his fist. Mmm, God, she wanted it. In an entirely different way than she wanted Rico’s or Zack’s. This ran deeper, like she imagined an addiction might feel.

She heard her breathing increase, becoming more rapid—and that changed the pace of the sex. What had been, for a time, moving slow and hot now grew faster, rougher. Rico’s thrusts drove deeper and came with small, heated grunts. In turn, Zack kneaded her breasts with more intensity, then rubbed his rigid length more brusquely over one tit.