Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

Devil's Bargain	By : EvilE Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 9097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Chapter 4: Shiver Me Timbers

His kiss was, at first, more of an exploration. A first foray into the port of her mouth, which she all-too-eagerly accepted. His luscious lips sent frissons of desire straight into her belly as he moved across her mouth. She kissed him back greedily, hungrily, all the while reminding herself she couldn't make a sound.

Then the kiss became hotly insistent, demanding even more from her. She opened her mouth to allow him complete access, and when she felt his tongue against hers, it was all she could do not to moan.

No. No moan. Just kiss him back, and make him sorry. Make him lose.

She had never been so thoroughly kissed in all her life. Jack's tongue was alternately hard, soft, coaxing, responsive, and generally thrilling. The thought of what that tongue could accomplish elsewhere on her body elicited a tiny sound from her throat. A squeak. A half-squeak.

She jerked back, lifting her chin to glare at him. “That wasn't anything,” she said, her voice a breathy rasp.

“Never said it was, love,” he managed, clearly as affected as she. His bronzed cheeks were flushed, and his dark eyes glittered almost black. He grasped her shoulders and spun her around, marching her across the room.

“Where are we going?”
“Ah-ah, no more talking. Shhhh.”

She saw they were in front of the mirror in his cabin, and he stood behind her. She could see the two of them, his dark hair outlined sharply against the gold of her hair and dress. She watched as he backed away just enough to allow him access to the buttons at the back of her dress. He tore his gaze away from hers to focus on the task. As she felt the material loosen, her eyes fluttered closed.

He separated the sides of her frock and slid his hands inside, anxious to feel the heat of her skin against his hands. When he caressed the front of her shoulder with one hand and then, ever so slowly, slid his palm lower, Elizabeth couldn't help it. She opened her eyes.

What she saw nearly took her breath away. He stood watching them, the white of his sleeve contrasting with the brown of his hand, and the cream of her flesh as he slipped his hand inside the bodice from the front, closing, finally, around her breast. Only a thin layer separated his skin and hers, there, and the warmth of his hand was wonderful. Too good.

She bit her tongue to stifle a moan. She had to turn the tables a little, or she was lost. She whirled around to face him, and shrugged the shoulders of her gown down her forearms. She noticed Jack was watching, transfixed, as though hypnotized by her creamy skin and descending bodice. Soon it had fallen below the level of her breasts, and the rosy pink of her nipples was clearly visible through her chemise. She wiggled out of the dress and it fell as though dead to the floor.

She reached for him, rapidly unfastening his belt and tunic and casting them to the floor to join her dress. She opened his shirt and flattened her palms against his hot, solid chest.

This was heaven. She lifted her mouth to his, deliberately seductive, parting her lips and pausing just an inch from his lips. He took the bait and kissed her, impatiently this time, with increasing fervor, and before she knew it, he had scooped her up and deposited her on the bunk.

The slow pace of their earlier competition was rapidly deteriorating. Their movements became more frantic, as Elizabeth and Jack both fought to relieve the other of clothes. She had stripped him of his shirt by the time he had bunched up her chemise and ripped it, none too gently, over her head.

Jack lay down next to her, the warmth of his chest pressed against her side. She was naked, completely naked, to his sight. The thought pleased her, and she smiled at him and herself as she watched him take in every glorious inch of her decidedly exceptional form. He reached his hand over to cup her breasts, not gently, but not so hard it hurt, and then bent his head and opened his mouth around her nipple.

She gave herself a lot of credit, for while her hips came off the bed, she didn't make a sound.

Jack was very patient. He lavished attention first on one breast, then the other, all the while ignoring the growing urgency of her movements, the fingers she had embedded in his hair, the toes curling into the mattress. He stroked her belly, causing small shivers to fan out from every point of contact, and moved his hand still lower, to where part of her wept and swelled and throbbed for his touch. When he touched her, finding just how much she already desired him, she felt the hot exhalation of his breath on her belly. It was almost a sigh.

“Jus' breathing, love,” he insisted, glancing up at her face. She didn't press the issue, mostly because his fingers were stroking her smoothly, deftly, in two or three magnificent places, and she did not want to stop to argue.

How long did he touch her? It seemed like an eternity, but she realized it must have only been minutes, from the time he laid her down on the bunk to the time he slipped the first finger inside her, and she choked back a groan. Where he had been rough before he was now astonishingly gentle, and devastatingly accurate, in his slow, repetitive motion with his fingers, and alternate strokes with the pad of her thumb. He was playing her body like an instrument, she realized, as a haze of pleasure slowly descended, and she found herself torn between resisting the helplessness or giving in and ceding him control. It seemed to go on for hours.

She was fighting the good fight when the hand she had come to positively adore was abruptly removed. It was all she could do not to protest aloud, although her mouth fell open and she opened her eyes to glare at him. He was moving, shifting his weight toward the end of the bunk, and she watched him hotly to see what he would do next.

He grasped her ankle, and with a passing glance at her, satisfying himself that his ministrations were quite effective, he pressed a kiss there, on her instep. Then higher, ever so slowly, an inch at a time. She thought she would die. His mouth was warm and wet and it was heaven or hell just to watch him, above her naked body, inching his way up her leg with her mouth. She knew what would come next. She was dying for it. When his kisses reached the top of her thigh, and the tender, delicate skin nearby, she felt every muscle in her body tense with anticipation. With an evil smile, he brushed his beard against her, and took her other leg in his hand. He was back to her ankle, on the other side!

Her head fell back, and she lay there, panting with shock. He was torturing her. Killing her. How long could she possibly endure this? And then she realized, he badly wanted to win. Because he badly wanted her. As she felt his hot mouth crawling its way up above her knee, painfully slowly, she half expected to burst into flames at any moment.

Abruptly, in the center of her thigh, he ceased his torturously slow upward journey. She wasn't expecting that, nor was she expecting him to suddenly kiss her, open mouthed, there, right at that moment. The broad pressure of his tongue was hot and sweet. Sweeter than anything.

“Oh, God,” escaped her lips before she realized what was happening. She clapped a hand over her mouth.

She lifted her head, her eyes wild. Jack was looking at her, having pulled his mouth away to raise his eyebrows at her. Her hand fell to the mattress.

“You said I had a free moan! That was it, I haven't used it, that's the one,” she cried desperately, knowing, somewhere deep down, that she would lose, but not wanting it to be over yet. “Play fair, Jack.”

“Pirate,” he reminded her, and was poised to resume his previous position. “But there'll be more, so you can have that one.” And then he kissed her, there, again. And again. And again.

Men, Elizabeth thought hazily, were very different from one another. Will was gentle, and he always pleased her, but something else seemed to ignite when Jack touched her. And right now, as his tongue pressed against her most intimate part and his lips closed around the rest of her, she could think of nothing else.

Jack was purposefully teasing her, she concluded after a while. He knew just how to bring her to the brink and then stop, and tease with slow nibbles and quick flicks with pointed tongue, and then satisfy her with more ardent kissing until she thought she would die from the pleasure of it... she lost track of time, body, mind, everything except the part of her that was sealed to Jack, and she vaguely wondered how long it had been and if his mouth was getting tired.

It was, in fact, time for the check and mate, Jack thought. She was as primed and ready as she would ever be, and he had only to claim his prize. Where he had eased off before, he now became aggressive, and nipped her lightly and sucked her between his teeth. He felt, rather than saw, her reaching for the pillow and snaked his arm up between her legs to snatch it away.

“Oh, oh, oh...”

Below deck, a great sobbing moan seemed to rattle the very boards of the ship. Cotton's parrot, startled from slumber, leapt from his perch only to smack right into the low ceiling.

The two crewmen on deck exchanged concerned glances.

“What was that, I wonder?” said Ragetti.
“Oi don't rightly know, it sounded like it came from the Cap'n's cabin,” responded his balding companion. “Maybe we'd better have a look-see.”

Inside the cabin, Elizabeth lay as though dead, except for the flush staining her cheeks and neck. She lay with her eyes gently closed, face turned sideways, unconcerned about her nakedness or Jack or what was happening. She was somewhere else.

Jack lay propped on his elbow, watching her face, waiting for her to come back. A rap sounded on his door.

“Everythin' all right, Cap'n?” called a gravelly voice.
“Yes, fine,” Jack called back. “Resume your duties at once.”

“Aye-aye, well we thought it best to check, we thought that might be you yellin', loike the toime you found that flyin' cockroach in yer bedclothes.”

Jack shuddered involuntarily, and heard their footsteps recede on the deck.

Elizabeth was trying to hide her face, but her eyes were open a slit now and he leaned up to whisper to her, his head tilted to the side, and the shadow of a smile playing about the corners of his mouth: “You lost.”

She tried to smother her laugh in the pillow.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Devil's Bargain