He was about to dive under when a voice called from the darkness, “Wait!” Splashing into the surf in his boots, Hawk tugged Nathaniel back onto dry sand.
Nathaniel laughed. “Do you think I’m going to swim to Jamaica?”
A huff of breath. “I think you’re going to drown. There may not be low and high tides in this particular sea as such, but there are still fucking currents!”
It was too dark to clearly make out Hawk’s expression, but his concern was obvious. Hawk’s hand was still wrapped around Nathaniel’s upper arm, but not in a punishing grip, just a steady one, anchoring him.
What if we could have a future?
Nathaniel’s head battled with his heart as the skies opened in a blink—fat, warm rain splatting down. He reminded himself: Minute by minute. Enjoy every moment.
He laughed, pulling free of Hawk’s grasp and spinning with arms wide, head tipped back. He stripped off his breeches and drawers, needing to feel the rain everywhere, rivers over his skin.
It poured down. Dizzy, Nathaniel stumbled to a stop, facing Hawk. “Isn’t it glorious? I could die happy in a place like this.”
Through the rain, the imagined weight of Hawk’s gaze was like a brand on Nathaniel’s flesh in the darkness. Naked, soaked to the skin, wild and free, Nathaniel knew absolutely no shame.
Going closer, he glimpsed lust shining from Hawk’s eyes, and a wave of power swept through him, sending blood rushing to his cock. It swelled under Hawk’s watch, and Nathaniel kept his arms at his sides, not hiding.
In the night, fully dressed in his dark shirt, trousers, and boots, Hawk could have been a wraith, a demon. One of the horsemen of the apocalypse. Forbidding and unyielding.
A stallion.
“Will you fuck me like this?” Nathaniel asked, unable—unwilling—to stop himself. “Here. Right now. You still clothed, and me naked on my hands and knees. Will you mount me and—”
Hawk strode forward, yanking at his belt and laces, and spun Nathaniel around, shoving him to the sand. Nathaniel arched his back, and with a groan, Hawk pressed behind him. In another few moments, Hawk had his hard cock in hand, spitting and pushing it into Nathaniel’s hole.
Nathaniel cried out at the rough entry. He was sure he was being split in half, but he moaned, “Don’t stop. Harder.”
Grunting, Hawk clung to Nathaniel’s hips, fucking him in short strokes, not all the way inside yet. Nathaniel spread his fingers in the wet sand, pushing back against Hawk’s prick.
The pain was part of it, and he wanted more. Needed more. He looked back over his shoulder at Hawk’s grimace, his teeth clenched as he fucked him.
“All of it,” Nathaniel commanded, and when Hawk’s glazed eyes snapped to his, he implored, “Please.”
Hips stuttering, Hawk growled, then pulled out and slammed all the way home. They both cried out, and Nathaniel could only drop his head and take it greedily, the sharp burn laced with pleasure as Hawk fucked him the way he needed.
Hawk’s hands curled over Nathaniel’s shoulders, digging in as he plowed him, the coarse fabric of his trousers rubbing against Nathaniel’s arse. Hawk’s hips drove as relentlessly as the rain, open belt slapping Nathaniel’s thigh.
His healing shoulder protested the rough treatment, but Nathaniel didn’t flinch away from Hawk’s grasp, desperate for more. The world narrowed as if seen through a spyglass, nothing else existing but Hawk’s prick inside, stretching him with punishing thrusts, their harsh panting echoed in the rain.
No matter how fine the sand had seemed between his toes earlier, it was coarse beneath his knees. When Hawk slammed into just the right spot, Nathaniel shouted, chanting nonsensical noises. “Uh, uh, oh. Nnngh.”
He imagined how they must look, the pirate captain all in black, mounting his pale prisoner, giving him every inch of his massive prick. “Harder,” he pleaded, although in his hoarse voice it sounded like an order. “Make me spend with your cock.”
Grunting with each thrust, Hawk pounded him, shifting his hips for the perfect angle and finding that secret, miraculous little nub inside. Nathaniel cried out, his own cock straining, leaking in the night air. The pressure that had been building in his bollocks burst.
White stars exploded in Nathaniel’s vision, bliss so intense sweeping through him as he spent that it left a hollowed-out trail in its wake. He clamped down on Hawk’s prick, jerking, tipping his head back, lungs burning. “Fill me. Only you.”
With a shout, Hawk did, fingers practically embedding in Nathaniel’s shoulders, his seed spilling so deep inside, Nathaniel imagined it reached his very soul. The thought should have frightened him, but his balls drew up and spurted again, another few drops into the sand.
The rain hadn’t eased, and Nathaniel turned his head to catch a few drops on his tongue. His arms shook, every muscle in his body burning, and he dropped to his elbows, arse still up, Hawk leaning over him. He knew it would hurt when Hawk withdrew, and he braced himself when the fingers uncurled from his shoulders.