Far From Neverland

by River Hale

“Can you imagine what kind of mood I’m in, Starkey?” He doesn’t answer this time. Taking his silence for acknowledgement, I flick my eyes back to his. “Then you should know what side of the bloody desk you should be on.”

“Did you miss me while you were away, Starkey?”

“Aye, Captain.” “Then open your mouth,” I say as my hand goes to my belt.

He takes my entire length, and I feel my cock hit the back of his throat as I thrust up.

grip his hair tighter, forcing him to stay in place as I roughly thrust a few more times before coming down his throat, letting some of my tension be swallowed up as he sucks me dry.

Peter Pan is mine, always has been. Mine to capture. Mine to bend. Mine to break.

“Please.” My voice is strained with his hand still around my throat. “Tell me what you want from me.” “Mmm.” The rumble from deep in his chest hits me this time. He squeezes

harder, and I can’t stop myself from whimpering. “Peter Pan begging.

It’s like music to ...

The way he bled for me. I don’t want him to bleed for anyone else.

He strokes me harder, and my head falls back against the wall as I moan. One way or another, Captain Hook is going to be the death of me.

I let him watch me as I seal both our fates, taking us down an uncharted path with one more touch. One more stroke. One more thrust.

Peter Pan is a little bit of a masochist.

I won’t deny everything else because I need him to hate me. We can’t be anything but what we are.

We’re a bad moon rising.

“I need you to hate me, Pan.” His hand leaves my throat.

“I’m going to make you feel good so that you hate me even more.”

“Tell me you hate me.” His lips are so close to mine as he unzips my jeans

do,” I say on the back of another moan. “I hate you so fucking much.” “Good boy.”

Those words make me harden even more in his fist as he slowly starts to stroke. “Give me all your hate, Little Star, and I’ll give you mine.”

“I want your eyes on me as I make you come.” His voice is rough, his gaze holding mine hostage again. “I want to make sure you don’t forget this.”

“I fucking hate you.” “Good. Don’t forget that either.”

“Break for me, Pan.” That sends me over the edge. “Oh, fuck,” I groan as I come undone.

“You’re so fucking perfect when you fall apart for me.” I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips, the waves of my orgasm still rolling through me.

Stealing one last moment, Hook lowers his head and brushes his tongue in a path up my abdomen, sweeping both our cum into his mouth. His eyes meet mine, and he licks his lips. “Your hate tastes so good, Little Star.”

“I’ve told you before that I’m not a good person,” I say, lowering my voice. “And if you expected anything more from me, then that’s your fault. I’m the villain, remember? Not even Peter fucking Pan will ever change that.”

His expression falls, and there it is again. He’s looking at me as though I just clawed out his heart with my hook. It makes me want to dig out my own and give it to him.

“I’m not that same boy you knew back in Neverland, Hook.”

“Thank the gods for that.”

“I just like you touching me,” he

says before his lips are on mine again.

When I search his eyes, I can’t be certain what it is I see. It’s like ice and flames, the coldest blue and the hottest desire. Behind it though, I don’t know…desperation?

“What do you think, Little Star?” His breath is warm against my neck. “We can always go back to being enemies in Neverland.”

Yanking my mouth away from his, I glare. “I’m going to run out of shirts at this rate.” “Shut up.”

He leans over me, looming like the dark and gorgeous angel of death I once thought of him as.

“Don’t worry, Little Star,” he breathes as he leans further down. “I won’t hurt you unless you want me to.”

“Do you want to hurt me?”

He grinds against me again as his hand goes to my throat. “Do you want me to hurt you?” I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. “Maybe a little.” “I’ll give you as much pain and pleasure as you want, Little Star.” His hand squeezes around my throat, and little flashes of light explode in my vision like mini supernovas as he cuts off my oxygen. “And you’ll take it all, won’t you? Only from me. Because you’re mine.”

“Fuck, you taste amazing.” And when he takes me whole into his mouth, I’m fucking gone.

“You’ve always driven me mad, Pan. But this madness?” He shakes his head, his tone husky, hungry. “This is a madness I’m happy to suffer.”

When his dick meets mine and he rubs them together, smearing our pre-cum all around and slicking us with it, I throw my head back.

“I want you to always watch, Pan,” he says breathlessly, earnestly as though reading my thoughts. “Watch as I make us both feel good. And never fucking forget it.”

“You forgot me once before, but this time, I’ll sear myself onto your fucking soul. You’ll never be able to fucking forget again.”

“Fuck, Hook,” I moan. “I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, Little Star. I’ll follow you ...

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“You promise?” “Promise, Little Star.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you still expect the best of me.”