Jewels of the Isle ~ Ruby

From behind the palm tree, Ruby watched the approaching ship with interest. Pray God, there were some men on board. She desperately needed a strong one between her thighs. Fingers crossed, she stood on her toes, hoping to identify the ship's flag.

She still couldn't believe Father had exiled her and her sisters to this deserted isle. To learn how to behave like genteel young ladies--"exhibiting proper decorum and obedience" as he'd so pompously phrased it--and to intimidate them into following his dictates.

Did he think stranding them with a pinch-faced Bible-wielding companion was going to make them more agreeable to the arranged marriages he'd been trying to foster on them the last few years?

Hardly. If anything, it only made Ruby more determined to rebel when she returned home...if she returned home. She was starting to wonder how long he planned on keeping them marooned on this island and away from society.

Alas! They'd been here over three months and she felt anything but cooperative. What she felt was horny. She hadn't had a man in forever! By faith, she hoped the approaching vessel provided the means for relief.

With her luck, it'd be a ship full of scripture-quoting missionaries! Men who recited every word of the good book verbatim. God knew she'd had enough thou shalt nots drilled in her head the past weeks to last a lifetime.

For now, the only scriptures she wanted quoted to her were from the Song of Solomon.

How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou!
Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet.

On occasion, her speech might be sweet, but her mouth was sweeter. And what a talented mouth it was too, Ruby thought, licking her lips in anticipation. Night after night, she'd dreamed of wrapping it around a thick, strong cock. Sucking the tip, playing with the head, and surrounding the throbbing muscle with her lips while her hands teased the ballocks below.

Excitement curled in her belly. Ten minutes ago, her fondest wish--next to wrapping herself around a man, of course--had been to leave the island and return home. Now that it looked like she might actually have an entire ship of men to pick from...to sample... Ruby couldn't imagine leaving.

The vessel drifted closer. It was too small and sleek to be a merchant ship. And she didn't think it was a military vessel. She supposed she should race to the other side of the island and tell her sisters, but her feet were mired in the hot sand. Besides, she didn't feel like sharing. Whoever was on that ship, she wanted first choice.

A breeze blew across her flesh, raising goosebumps. Fresh from bathing at the waterfall, her skin glistened with dew. As had become her habit, she remained au naturel allowing the sun dry her body.

Moisture gathered between her thighs, dampening folds she longed to caress; to heighten the release she hoped was forthcoming, she refused to touch herself. Instead, she braced a hand on the palm tree next to her and shaded her eyes with the other, trying to identify the ship or its occupants. Once the metallic clank of the anchor being lowered reached her ears, she took a few steps forward. A moment later, the angle of the vessel altered and her entire body quivered with excitement.

Blackheart! That was Blackheart's ship! The pirate's exploits were all the rage back home. The masthead was instantly recognizable. Two maidens, intertwined, with tales like a fish and bare breasts graced the ship's prow. One maiden wore a blindfold; the other held a whip, its carved tip disappearing below the water line.

The descriptions she'd heard didn't do the real thing justice. The wicked sight left Ruby breathless. Oh, to be blindfolded and at the mercy of her lover's desire. At the thought, her inner thighs almost dripped with excitement.

"Cap'n," Itch called, dismay in his voice. "I think you ought to be lookin' at this…"

Daniel watched Philip "Itch" Etchington pull the spyglass from his face and scrub his eyes with his sleeve, then look back to shore. "What is it?"

"I think maybe the days at sea has got to me and I be seein' things."

Daniel retrieved the small telescope from his first mate and scanned the shoreline. His cock jerked to attention when he sighted in on the woman.

Long flowing brown hair, waving gently across her body, hid most of her fleshly delights, but he'd wager half the stolen rum on board that a naked woman stood on the beach, ready to welcome them ashore. A low whistle escaped his lips.

"So ya be seein' it, too, Cap'n?" Itch asked, talking in the cant that drove Daniel to drink; the man had attended Cambridge, for God's sake.

"What? We got us some trouble?" Mad Harry spoke around the pipe in his mouth.

Daniel heard the eager tone in Harry's voice. Always looking for a fight, that one. He adjusted the spyglass, gazing his fill. The wind tossed her hair, the strands playing peekaboo with her breasts, and he grew hard with anticipation. "Harry, do you recall me saying we were dropping anchor just long enough to find some game and stretch our legs? That we wouldn't be ashore long?"

"That I do."

Daniel removed the spy glass and looked at his men, a wide grin splitting his face. "I think we're going to be here a mite longer."

"Captain?" Mad Harry asked, bafflement on his scraggly features.

"Itch, fill him in. Everyone is to stay on board. I'm going ashore. It's my responsibility to make sure this isn't a trap." He bent and tugged off his boots and stockings. Straightening, he said, "If I haven't returned by nightfall, send in a search party."

His hand on the rail, he paused, and turned back to the small group of men gathered nearby. "On second thought, give me till morning. Adieu, gentlemen."

With a whoop, Daniel leapt over the side of the ship and splashed in the water, his long strokes soon covering the distance to shore.

The bulk of his crew stood at the bow of the ship, eyebrows raised in wonder. Several of the men looked inquiringly at Itch. He scratched his full beard, enjoying the attention.

"What's up with the Captain?" Mad Harry wanted to know, chomping down on the stem of his pipe.

"Aye. I can't recall the last time he jumped ship," commented Levi, his splayed hands gripping the polished rail.

"Well, good lords and scurvy dogs…" Itch began in a singsong voice, ready to entertain the crew.

"Out upon it! Philip," another said to Itch, "Pray give us an explanation."

"By faith! Hand that over!" Mad Harry grabbed the spy glass and followed the Captain's progress.

"Aye, you an' your blasted stories take too--" someone began.

"God's blood, you churlish bores are impatient." With a wave of his arms to quiet them down, Itch said, "It seems our good Cap'n has found--"

"Blow me down!" Gasped Mad Harry, the spy glass glued to his eye. "There's a woman on shore! And she's nekkid!"

In the scramble for the spy glass, it slipped from Mad Harry's grasp and fell overboard. "Arrgh! You slimy weasels, look what ye've gone and done!"

When Daniel neared the shore, he stopped swimming and stood, his sodden clothes plastered to his body. The light waves knocked into his legs as he walked forward, gripping the sand with toes. It had been many weeks since he felt the earth beneath his feet, even longer since he'd been this close to a fair maiden.

She hadn't moved. Her lush curves were easily visible beyond the damp chestnut tresses that streamed over her body.

Twenty paces away, he spoke over the sound of the surf. "My lady, why aren't you running in fright?"

"Alas! I'm too excited to be scared."

He watched her full, red lips form the words and felt his erection grow.

"Excited? That's not something I hear when people first see me, especially women. I do humbly thank you for your interest." He stopped directly in front of her and gave a courtly bow. The effect was hampered by the water that dripped off his nose.

"I like men. And you, noble sir, appear a fine, strong specimen."

At that, his cock swelled, straining the front of his breeches. He watched her eyes devour him; the sky blue orbs caressed every part of his body, lingering first on his chest, then lower. Before he lost all reason, he wrapped his fist around the handle of the whip wound in his belt and walked around her, striding into the dense foliage.

"Where are you off to?" she called out, following him into the tropical growth. "Pray, good sir, don't leave. I beg you!"

After scouting the area, he was satisfied that no one else hid nearby. Relaxing a fraction, he released his hold on the whip and turned, grabbing her upper arms when she ran into him. "I thought this was a deserted isle. Who else resides here?"

She licked her lips, moistening the lower one and causing him to harden further. "Only my sisters."

That seemed implausible. A dream come true, mayhap, but he didn't believe it. He shook her briefly. "And that 'tis all? God's mercy, tell me no falsehoods."

She placed her hand against his wet shirt, directly over his heart. He felt the heat clear to his toes.

"And Elizabeth. Our instructor." She pursed her lips in the manner of one eating something sour; disdain was evident in her voice.

He wondered at the absent Elizabeth, but not as much as he wondered how the beauty in front of him would taste. Knowing he wouldn't be doing himself or his crew any good if he were captured, he was determined to deny his yearnings for the moment. "Explain yourself. Why are you here?"

"Father has chosen husbands for us all. He decreed we will marry upon our return. On our honor, we will refuse them. Alas! I do not want to talk of Father or the milksops he desires to align with." She moved her hand against his chest, raking the muscles beneath the wet shirt with her nails. "I would much rather have you between my--"

"Enough!" He pulled her hand away and stepped back. "It is a daughter's duty to obey--"

"Nay! We refuse to be under any man's rule. Or to be with one not of our choosing. Why must you talk of this?" Her fingers gripped his wrists and placed his palms against her naked breasts. "When we could--"

Striving for control, he released her and fisted his hands at his side. "And the men your father chooses? Where are they? What other men are here?"

"By my troth!" she said with a light laugh, moving closer. "There aren't any on the island. That would only compound Father's difficulties. In addition to forcing us to his will, he hopes by leaving us here to cure us of our wicked tendencies…"

Her hand grazed his chest then slid down his torso and pressed against his erection. He felt himself swell to fill her palm. His hips jerked forward, seeking her warmth. "My lady, if it is your wicked tendencies he hopes to suppress, I do not think it is working…"

"Nay, it is not. Thank God." With that, she tore at his breeches, releasing his length to her eager eyes and hungry hands. She held him, gripping lightly, and stroked his length, tangling her fingers in his pubic hair.

Her urgency conveyed itself to him and was reciprocated a hundred-fold by the mighty erection he'd grown. The feel of her warm hands curled around him was more intoxicating than the finest rum. He glanced beyond the dense leaves and trees, looking for a place to lay her down so that he could plow into her honeyed heat.

As if she read his mind, she stood and lifted her leg, curling it around his waist without releasing his cock. "My lord, I pray you…"

Her hands tugged at him, stoking the fires she had already ignited in his belly. The scent of her arousal filled the air. Her musky fragrance inflamed his senses. Taking her at her word, he reached around and lifted her up by her buttocks, the slender lobes filling his hands perfectly.

Lifting her so that her luscious breasts were level with his mouth, he reached his tongue out and teased the hardened tip of one nipple. Her moans filled the air and she squirmed, pressing herself against his mouth. He pulled back a fraction, continuing to tease and torture with light pressure, licking around the tiny bud with soft, delicate sweeps of his tongue.

"Harder," she commanded.

Unwilling to take orders from anyone, Daniel consciously kept his touch light, nuzzling his way across the mound of her breast toward her other nipple. She pulled on his hair and tried to direct his mouth. He refused to obey, allowing his lips to hover over the budded tip of her breast without touching it. His muscles strained from the effort of holding her without taking his own pleasure. Lapping at the puckered skin around her nipple, he teased them both.

"Fie on you! Suck me," she cried.

He leaned back and looked in her eyes, breathing heavily. His desire was high. "Only if you vow to return the favor."

"Aye. Anything you want. Only do not make me wait--" she panted.

"Anything?"

"Aye, anythi--"

"At any time?"

"Aye. Now--" She pulled harder on his hair, guiding him to her breast.

He pressed his tongue against her nipple, blew on it, then allowed his lips to envelop it fully, surrounding her entire areola and some of the milky flesh beyond. Her nipple beaded in his mouth, the sharp point easy to suckle.

Another of her loud moans rent the air. She rubbed her core over his stomach, and her juices soaked through his already damp shirt and burned his skin. Rocking against him, she gripped his shoulders and spoke near his ear, her breathless exhalations causing tingles to dance over his skin. "My lord," she gasped, "Pray, do not make me wait… one moment more…"

Shifting her slightly, he positioned his throbbing cock at her entrance and widened his stance, bracing his feet in the warm sand.

"Aye, please come to me now. I--"

Sucking hard on her breast, he rammed his cock inside her, cutting off her words. God's blood, she was tight. He could barely stay upright. Her muscles clenched around him so fiercely, he feared she would cut him in half. She ground against him furiously, sliding back and forth on his rod, her ass cheeks pumping and grinding in tandem with the rhythmic movements.

Closing his eyes against the pleasure, he released her breast and his head fell back. She grabbed his hair and pulled, creating a delicious tension along his scalp. Her strong feminine muscles gripped him tightly, undulating along the length of his rigid cock and taking him to paradise. A groan escaped his lips. He was ready to spill his seed.

Sensing his imminent release, her movements increased, and she screamed in his ear, just before he felt her orgasm gush over him, her muscles milking his penis.

His grip under her bottom changed and he spread her ass cheeks, plunging in with all he had. She screamed again and he came, the flood of his desire filling her body.

With a sigh, he growled against her neck and bit her lightly. Shaking with reaction, he bit her again, thrusting one last time into the heart of her.

He'd found buried treasure alright, he thought, laving the spot with his tongue. He was buried in her treasure and didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. If his men didn't like it, they could go hang.