Smut by the Sea

Smut by the Sea is a fantastic new anthology edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse. It's light hearted, sexy fun by the sea, from the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England.

So whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun is, there's something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection. And yep, if you're wondering, I have a story nestled in these saucy pages too. It's called Swashbuckling, and let's just say I was having a Johnny Depp/Captain Jack Sparrow moment!

Today's Sunday Snog therefore, has to feature a kiss from this book, here you go...

I slowed as I approached The Magpie. There was very little light away from the shoreline, the moon only a thin and feeble crescent. It was just as well I knew this pontoon like the back of my hand. 

When I reached the stern, Roberto wasn’t there so I came to a halt and looked up at the majestic ship. Atop the main mast was the crow’s nest, swaying gently this way and that. I wondered what it would be like to sit up there, with Roberto, peer into the horizon and look for adventure. Adventures we could seek out together.

“Come this way, Matilda.”

Roberto’s low, rumbling voice both startled and thrilled me. I looked through the darkness, but he was nowhere to be seen. The only thing I was sure of was that he was on The Magpie already. 

Taking a quick glance over my shoulder, for I knew my father would chop off my feet for stepping on this ship, I gripped the roped handrail and strode up the steep walkway to the deck, grateful there was a spill of lamplight leading the way. I didn’t fancy landing in the sea, it was inky black, bone-chillingly cold and deathly deep out here.

The second my soles touched the deck, strong arms wrapped around me. I was drawn against a solid body, my palms landing on sharply angled collarbones.

“Ah, now you are mine. Any woman who steps onto this ship becomes mine, did you know that, Matilda? Mine to do with as I wish. To take as my heart desires.”

“Captain,” I gasped, not sure whether I should be terrified or delighted that he could do with me as he wished.  “But you said—”

“I know what I said, Matilda, and yes I will give you something sparkly and pretty, but you must also do something for me.”

Our chests were pressed close, he’d shed his moleskin jacket and wore a flamboyant white shirt undone to his navel. I could only make out his mouth in the dim light, his hat shading the upper half of his face. “What…?” I managed, aware of my nipples heaving through my bodice against his hot torso. “What do you want me to do?”

“While my men keep your father distracted, I want you to show me if that saucy glint in your eye is for real, or if it’s an act.”

“What do you mean keep my father distracted?”

He laughed, a deep guttural sound that echoed around us then floated up to the stars. “While my crew fight he won’t notice your absence and it’s kinder than tying and gagging him.”

I gasped, both at the horrible thought of my father bound and gagged and that the bar fight had been orchestrated so I could slip away.

“So tell me,” he said onto my lips. “Are you as hot for me as your green eyes suggest every time I step ashore here, or are you just a temptress, an actress, born to tease seafaring men out of their minds?”

“I am no tease.” 

He twitched his eyebrows. “That was the right answer, come, this way.”

He meshed his fingers with mine and tugged me towards a doorway. 

I ducked into the ship's inner sanctum and we strode down several narrow corridors. Finally he pushed open a wooden, arch-shaped door and ushered me through.

“Wow,” I said, looking around the magnificent bedroom. It was lavish and ostentatious, with a four-poster bed, polished oak dressing table and several plush armchairs. Dozens of candles were arranged along high-lipped shelves in storm jars. Their flickering flames dappling the wooden walls gold and amber and casting long shadows onto the floor. “This is spectacular.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, shutting the door behind us and turning a large iron key in the lock—from the key hung a long black feather.

“The room is so big,” I said.

“You should get used to that about me. Everything is big.”

I turned, a rush of heat spreading on my cheeks. “Captain!”

He took my hand and pressed it to his groin. “Now is not the time to get shy, Matilda. You willingly stepped aboard my ship and in doing so gave yourself to me.”

His cock was hard and rigid, straining against his leather breeches. The roundness of its girth and the solidity of the length sent a flood of heat to my pussy. I was no stranger to the feel of a man’s cock, and this one felt a prime specimen.

I gave a long, hard stroke to show I wasn’t afraid of the beast in his briefs.

He groaned and arched his hips.

“Captain, I do believe it’s been a while since you had a woman’s hand on you.”

“You believe right. It has been an arduous few months at sea.”

His fluttering eyes and parted lips made me daring. “So why are you still dressed?”

Suddenly he hit his mouth down on mine, hard and insistent, his kiss an explosion of intensity that made my knees watery. I released his cock and clung to him, my body weak and pliant against his big, strong one.

With one swift move I was in the air, his arms around me as he strode further  into the room. I heard his hat fall to the wooden floor with a clatter.

He tipped me onto the bed and I whimpered, the loss of his mouth and his arms abrupt.

He tore off his shirt, exposing a wide chest covered in black whorls of hair and broad shoulders the colour of well-baked bread.

“Your clothes,” he said. “Get them off.”

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