Sucking the Pirate’s Cock Ch.03 (Gay Adventure)

I rushed into the mess, knowing it would be empty but hoping Cookie would still be there.
“No food until,” he stopped and stared at me, naked from the waist down. “You should not be out like that.”
“Dressing would have taken too much time.” I didn’t have time. I didn’t have anything, not self respect, not a soul, not anything. Endorphins were crashing down, leaving nothing to cover up the hole the Captain had ripped in my stomach earlier. I needed to do something, anything, to get myself back to normal, to return my body to the state it should be in. I should be strong. I should be everything. I should not be reduced to nothing by a man who I had only just met.
On top of everything, I didn’t understand why what had just happened was bothering me so much. Not bothering me; killing me. Ripping up bits of my soul like sails with rot, rather than the sturdy canvas I knew I should be. It was just casual sex, I told myself angrily. Nothing new to me. I thought you were okay with being used, the Captain had said. I was, I really was. Hell, one time I had sailed a ship of gold into a siren’s channel just to hear her song. She had held me for as long as her children counted the loot, then tried to kill me.
She had tried to kill me, and it hadn’t hurt as much as this did.
I tried to reign in my frustration. I was being unreasonable again. I had fun; I had more than fun. The Captain was incredible. I should be thankful, take the good where it could be found. It was a small miracle that he had even let me touch him again.
Be thankful. I listened to myself...