Page 100 of A Flash of Golden Fire

I let out a surprised whimper that became a low groan of intense pleasure.

I cursed, my hips moving of their own accord to get the needed friction from Domingo’s passage, as the captain pushed his long fingers in and out of me.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…Captain!” I yelled as I spent, jerking and clutching Domingo’s hips to keep him close as I thrust impossibly deep.

“Aaaah!” Domingo cried. “Oh, yes. Yes!”

Esmaralda whistled and muttered, “What a trollop,” in annoyed tones.

Dinesh gave me two final jabs and withdrew his fingers.

“Out. Now.”

His voice was strangled and urgent, and I knew what he wanted.

I pulled out of Domingo and collapsed onto the bed beside him, watching as Dinesh spread Domingo wide and pushed in, his way eased by the copious amounts of oil and spunk that lingered.

That sight would stay with me—Dinesh bollocks deep in the gorgeous olive-skinned whore, Domingo given up to genuine pleasure, moving together as one excited beast.

Strangely, I wasn’t jealous. Instead, I was filled with an appreciation for the beauty and rawness of the tableau—two men joining in shameless intimacy and passion, rising above this dreary plane of existence into an ecstatic realm, where physical pleasure and human connection were the only things that mattered.

Domingo’s luxurious dark hair stuck against his face, his head turned to the side on the sheets, eyes closed and mouth open, as Captain Martin caged him with his powerful arms and thrust quick and hard, his forehead resting between Domingo’s shoulders. As I watched, he brought one hand to Domingo’s swollen prick, and stroked fast, helping the younger man to reach his pinnacle in moments. Domingo gave an inhuman cry as his cock erupted with streams of white onto the sheets. Captain Martin spent soon after, groaning and gasping as the intensity took his breath away.

Domingo recovered quickly, opening his eyes and giving me a lazy, satisfied smile.

“I can see how you claimed the position of right-hand man on theArrow, Officer White.”

“Aye,” I said, smiling and blushing. “’Tis one I’m made for.”

Captain Martin gave another little groan and pulled out of Domingo, wiping himself with a corner of the sheet.

“Stay as you are, Domingo. Rooster, come and see.”

He crooked a finger, beckoning me to where he sat on his heels behind Domingo’s splayed knees. Once I had a good viewing angle, he spread the globes of Domingo’s arse and used his thumbs to stretch the glistening hole. A glob of thick fluid pushed out and slid down Domingo’s taint as Dinesh sighed and gathered the substance with his finger.

“Fuck,” I murmured, as he used the digit to shove his spunk back in.

Domingo whimpered as the captain played with his hole, causing more fluid to ooze out. Such a filthy sight that I couldn’t stop watching. The desire rose within me again.

I grabbed the captain’s chin, turning his face to me. I kissed him hard, surging up against him.

His arms wrapped around me, and he held me close as he plundered my mouth. We lost ourselves to each other, and after a short time, our renewed excitement made itself known.

“Mmm, my sweet little witch. How about we show Domingo how we fuckeach other?”

“Yes, please. Please, please, please.”

“Put it in! Put it in!” Esmaralda sang.

Dinesh rolled his eyes. “I intend to, you bloody bird. Now shut the fuck up.”

He spoke so sternly that, even though we waited for a response from the bird, nothing came. Only the sounds of rustling as she—hopefully—settled herself down to sleep.

Domingo sat demurely against the carved headboard of his large bed, wrapped in the chartreuse robe, knees bent and lying to one side. He combed his tumble of hair lazily with his fingers.

“Oh yes.” He nodded. “I would like that very much.”

“I don’t suppose you have any soft rope or leather cords?” Captain Martin asked, his eyebrows raised as he clutched me to him.