Tom's hand went to the door handle but before he could turn it, the door violently shot open and a small, dark figure whirled into his cabin, and before he could register what was happening, a hand struck him hard across the face. He instinctively lashed out and grabbing the spitting beast, wrestled it into the room and managed to kick the door closed behind him.
"You despicable bastard!" she spat at him, trying to struggle out of his strong grip, wildly kicking at his shins.
He managed to turn her around, so that her knees were kept well away from his precious groin, and held her tight against him, pinning her arms to her chest. But she still kicked at him, luckily her small bare feet made little impact.
"How could you?" she cried, ineffectually still thrashing around and blinding him with her whipping hair, but her struggling was already weakening. "As if it isn't enough to practically rape me in my own bed, you then lie to me, abduct me and try to seduce me!"
Clearly someone had told her the truth before he could. Who was the traitor? The ships's cook? It couldn't possibly be Hanson could it?
"Ah, I see your memory has returned," he said clutching her tighter and murmuring into her hair, taking the opportunity to cup his hand over one heaving breast.
"Unhand me, you villain," she hissed.
He laughed and ran a thumb across one of her ripe buds. It instantly tightened and hardened at his touch, he noticed with delight.
"Do you remember that night?" he asked softly and a little gruffly. "And how much you wanted me?"
She made a final effort to struggle in his strong arms.
"Oh you wanted it so badly, my Lady. You were desperate to be swived by my big sword. Your little quim was so wet for me."
"How dare you!" she cried, her breathing laboured. "I just knew you had to be a stranger to me. I knew I would never entertain a man such as you!"
"Oh, but you've been so desperate for my kisses, my sweet Marie," Tom murmured into her ear as his arms tightened around her and under his insistent thumb, her nipple hardened further. "You've been begging me for more. You've been writhing in my hands, all wet and ready for it." His mouth closed around her ear lobe and sucked it wetly into his mouth. He could hear her breathing become more ragged as he licked down her neck, and her struggling lessened as his tongue drew a hot path along her fragrant skin. "And now you can have it," he growled. "You can have what you've been wanting so badly," and he pressed his tool, now rigid with need against her round buttocks. A strangled gasp escaped her throat as he pulled her hips against his urgently questing cock, and his fingers tore at the front of her bodice, desperately seeking more access.
"Let me go," she said weakly, but her body slumped against his as he violently ripped apart the seems of her bodice and pulled it down to release her breasts, her nipples rosy pink and standing hard and erect. "You bastard," she sighed and his cock jerked in the confines of his breeches, desperate to be free from all the layers of clothes that were preventing direct contact with her soft skin.
He was about to lean down and clamp his mouth over a rosy nipple when instead he gasped as a hand suddenly grabbed him through his breeches, and a thumb ran up his throbbing length. "Oh Letitia!" he moaned in her ear, and he grasped handfuls of her luscious breasts, squeezing them together, the sound of her real name on his lips making her squirm in his arms, and stroke him harder.
"You are a lying curr," she said slowly as she released him and turning, pushed him down onto the narrow bunk, her nimble hands reaching to the placket of his breeches. "I'll teach you not to deceive me," she growled and a cool hand snaked into his trousers and clasped his rock hard cock, all sense immediately deserting him.
He liked Lady Letitia Howard far more than Marie.
A mere half hour ago when the doctor had broken her news to Letitia she had wanted to kill Thomas Ashdown but now all she wanted to do was strip the handsome brute naked. All that time ago, on that steamy night, she had been desperate to see what lay beneath his breeches and now she was getting her chance and she was not disappointed. His cock was huge and hard in her hand, oozing against the pad of her thumb. For a moment there, when she had first grabbed at his crotch her intention had been to excite him to fever pitch and then leave him high and dry, just as he had done to her for so many nights, but she suddenly found herself extremely reluctant to stop, especially when he reached up and held her heavy breasts in his hands, running his thumbs across her sensitive nipples. He groaned long and loud as both her hands circled his thick shaft, and she felt the core of her become instantly slick and wet. Her lips itched to kiss him, to feel his hot mouth against hers. She wanted to rip his clothes off him and caress every inch of his hard body. She wanted his big cock inside her, thrusting into her and pounding her until she was screaming. But she allowed herself just a few more caresses of the silky soft column that filled her hands so beautifully, and teasingly lowered her lips to barely touch the weeping tip then reluctantly pulled away, stood back and looked down at him. It was a satisfying sight; a legendary pirate captain, spread out on the bed, gazing up at her with glazed eyes, undone and abandoned to lust.
"Letitia," he groaned, his hand grasping hold of his throbbing prick. "Take me in your mouth. Suck me until I come!"
She smiled down at him stroking himself, at the desperate look in his blue eyes. "Not likely, you unscrupulous dog. I'm never touching you again!" she spat out with relish and then promptly turned and pulling her bodice over herself as best she could, left the room.