Heal the Hurt 6-10
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soleilpirate Author: Soleil Compeau
Title: Heal the Hurt
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Spoilers: Dead Man's Chest
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just reenacted what takes place after the final cut. No money or wages are being made here. I do this out of a deep love for the characters.
Summary: "Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants! Or, do you know, and are loathe to claim it for your own." What if Will and Elizabeth offer freely to Jack, that which he wants most?
A/N: Let us pretend that there is a missing scene in DMC, in which Jack gains control of the heart on Isla Cruces, and temporarily holds off Davy Jones. Later, Norrington rebels against his captain and steals the heart, thus bringing about the ending we see onscreen. Ready? Are you pretending? OK....go!
Title: Heal the Hurt
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Spoilers: Dead Man's Chest
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just reenacted what takes place after the final cut. No money or wages are being made here. I do this out of a deep love for the characters.
Summary: "Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants! Or, do you know, and are loathe to claim it for your own." What if Will and Elizabeth offer freely to Jack, that which he wants most?
A/N: Let us pretend that there is a missing scene in DMC, in which Jack gains control of the heart on Isla Cruces, and temporarily holds off Davy Jones. Later, Norrington rebels against his captain and steals the heart, thus bringing about the ending we see onscreen. Ready? Are you pretending? OK....go!
Chapter Six
They ate in silence. Elizabeth kept sneaking shy little glances at Jack as well as reassuring smiles for Will. Jack leaned back in his chair and studied the body language of his new lovers. Will was extremely nervous and uptight. He glanced repeatedly at the closed door to their room and fiddled with his meal more than he actually consumed it.
Though Jack ate more than either of them, he finished first. Heaving an exaggerated, blissful sigh, he propped his feet up on an empty chair and stretched lazily. Elizabeth immediately stared at his body and Jack felt a surge of delight. He experienced another when Will's eyes were dragged to him also.
"William," he said softly. "Ye said you both wanted this. Is that true, cause you sure look like you'll run for the door as soon as yer able."
"No." Will would not meet his eyes, but neither did he stop looking over Jack's body, deliberately on display as it was. "I meant what I said. But still...you're a man, I'm a man." He shrugged and Jack saw a self deprecating grin flash across his face. "I'm used to a woman."
"Oh aye, there's nothing like the feel of silky feminine flesh beneath ye, is there?" Jack glanced with a leer to Elizabeth, who started and then blushed hotly. "We have that between us William. In the very good sense of being between us, if you see what I mean."
He crossed his arms over his chest and contemplated them for a moment. They were giving each other heated glances now. He smiled in satisfaction. "Now then. I think you need to relax, young William, and I know the best way to accomplish that. A proper massage is what you need. Lie down on the bed, luv."
Will stood up warily, and Jack did not move. Will was as nervous as a cat, and Jack had every intention of moving slowly and speaking gently until he was calmer. Or possibly until he was hot and bothered. Jack quite enjoyed that thought. His deep brown eyes flicked to Elizabeth as Will undressed. "Elizabeth, do you know how to give a back rub?"
"I'm sure I can figure it out." The young lady pulled off her chemise almost defiantly, making Jack grin in amusement at her pride, and straddled Will's hips and began stroking his back.
The pirate captain chuckled sensuously and answered back, "Ah luv, anyone can rub a back and call it a massage. I'm talking a divine stimulation of nerve endings resulting in utter relaxation as well as a tingling excitement."
Elizabeth peered over her shoulder at him from atop Will's body. Jack wondered if she had any idea how pleasing a spectacle she was; the smooth lines of her back, her adorably pert bottom, the fall of her golden hair over her naked shoulders. "Oh really? Well, since you're such an expert, why don't you show me?"
Oh, she gave him the perfect opening. "Love to, darling," he stood up, shucked off his breeches, and sauntered to the bed, kneeling next to her. He placed his hands over hers and showed her how to rub in sweeping circles, showed her how certain muscles lay, when and how to dig in and to caress with feather light brushes. Both of them were rewarded by Will's deep exhalations and groans of appreciation.
"That's it. Very good. Now he's loosening up." He pushed Elizabeth's hip and Will's chest, gently toppling them over until Will was facing him on his side and Elizabeth was curled against his back. "Keep going, luv."
She continued to stroke his back while Jack began a subtle and extremely erotic assault on Will's front side. First it was only fingertips trailed over his face and chest. Will looked in fascination into Jack's as the older man looked upon him with naked desire. Then Jack kissed him again, and this time he didn't cut it short. He didn't need to hold Will's head either, Will was rather greedy for more of that luscious mouth.
So when he slid his tongue between Will's lips, the young man opened readily. He jerked as Jack's hand slid to his hip and squeezed. Elizabeth began to rub and massage his backside at that moment. Will groaned and suckled Jack's tongue, to which Jack responded by sucking in a breath, moving closer, and squeezing Will's hip a bit harder.
Now Jack went back and forth between Will and Elizabeth, kissing them both. All trace of the cool, collected captain was gone. Jack was a naked vulnerable man, fully and hotly aroused and showing it clearly. Though he continued to dominate the tableau with his hands on Will's torso, it was clear that he was submitting to their desires at this point.
His hands were dropping from Will's chest to his stomach. Will gently took one of them and kissed his long slim fingers. Then took his index finger in his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it. Jack groaned throatily and his eyelashes fluttered shut. "Time to switch places, luvs."
He made no move to pull his fingers from Will's mouth so the young man continued to lick and suckle those long graceful digits while Jack watched in drugged fascination. He shifted his thigh until he felt the hot heavy evidence of Jack's desire. Will wanted to touch him, wanted in fact to devour the wild beauty he had managed to keep contained in a room and a bed.
"What do you want us to do, Jack?" Elizabeth asked. She was no longer rubbing Will's body but was propped up on her hand watching the interplay between them while kissing Will's shoulder and neck.
The blacksmith had by now grasped Jack's erection and was exploring it with his palm. Jack hissed, eyes totally closed, and rolled onto his back. His hips moved slowly in time with Will's movements. He was the very picture of sexual indulgence.
"There's a place inside a man's body. Touching it increases the pleasure greatly. Ohhh, do that again! I want to touch that place in Will, and Lizzie...ahh, ahh! you'll help me drive him mad with pleasure. Will, don't stop!" He spoke in a breathless purr, interspersed with moans.
"What place inside a man's body? Where is it?" Will punctuated his question with harder and faster jerks of Jack's cock. For several moments Jack was unable to speak at all, at least not intelligibly.
Elizabeth wanted in on this fun. Remembering Will's instructions to her in their previous encounter, she cupped Jack's balls and rolled them in small circles. Jack tossed his head frantically, gritting his teeth against the sensations that washed through him. "Ahh, ahh, ahh!"
He was somehow able to force himself under control, able to grasp Will's wrist in one hand and Elizabeth's in the other. Holding them in a strong grip, Jack squeezed his eyes shut and took several slow measured breaths through his nose. Letting go of Elizabeth, he grasped the base of his erection and squeezed it hard. At last he opened his eyes and spoke, in a shaking voice. "I have to reach that place from behind you William. Get on your knees."
Chapter Seven
Will's eyes flew open in nervous anticipation. It was much easier for him to do things to Jack then to be on the receiving end of it. But he did as requested and slowly shifted over onto his hands and knees. "Lizzie, you lay here under him. Thats it." Jack gently ran his hands all over Will's back, ending with a squeeze at his bottom.
Will jumped, breathing faster. "Touch him Elizabeth. Make love to your bonny lad." Jack spoke almost absently. His focus was on a different task. He briefly got up and fetched a small bottle from his pocket, and returned to the bed, setting it near his knee.
Elizabeth was not entirely sure what Jack had planned but she loved touching Will's body so she willingly began kissing and touching him. One hand slowly stroked his pulsing erection while the other curled at the back of his neck. She kissed him while Jack leaned over his back and kissed his neck.
Will breathed deeply when he felt calloused fingertips gently trailing along his cleft. He'd heard vague and rather horrible insinuations of what men did together, whispers laced with vulgarity and ugliness. He didn't want Jack to be ugly with him, ugly to him.
"Relax, William." Jack's voice was low and soothing as his finger touched the puckered opening and just remained there lightly pressing. "I'll not hurt ye, never would I hurt ye."
William concentrated on taking slow deep breaths. Jack motioned for Elizabeth to take him into her mouth. Sliding herself further down the bed, she positioned herself with her head beneath Will's hips and her slightly spread legs under Jack's hips, an arrangement that was not lost on the pirate.
Jack grabbed the small bottle at his knee and uncorked it. He dipped his finger in it, coating it to the knuckle, then tipped it just above Will's buttocks, letting a small amount dribble it over the flesh. "Aaaahh! Elizabeth!" And an instant later, "Uhh! Jack..."
The first exclamation was the result of her mouth sliding hotly down his length. Jack could see a little bit of what she was doing, and thought to himself that instruction from himself was paying off. Lizzie showed remarkable aptitude for oral sex. His penis strained eagerly against it's sheath of skin, and more liquid seeped from the tip. The second exclamation was caused by Jack's oiled finger once again touching his ass, this time moving in slow circles over the opening.
The younger man felt himself lovingly fondled from both directions. Elizabeth's mouth on him felt amazing. He couldn't help but push his hips forward, just the slightest bit. She pulled her head back and pinched his thigh in warning, which helped him to keep still. He also felt an equally strong urge to push backwards into Jack's ministrations, an urge that decreased when the tip of a finger entered him suddenly.
Will yelped and went completely still. Jack did not move, merely let him get used to the sensation. It was not quite painful, merely uncomfortable. Elizabeth moaned and moved her mouth more deeply over him, causing gasps to be torn from his throat. He did not know, and was beyond the ability to think about it anyways, that Jack had been far too tempted by her naked body beneath him and was using his free hand between her legs.
Increasing pleasure relaxed him to a deeper penetration by Jack. The only regret Will had was that in his current position, he was not able to touch his lovers. Judicious use of the oil made the virgin ass slick for Jack to push his finger in past his first knuckle. He was getting close now.
It was getting very difficult for Jack to control his desire. Here was Will, who he'd fought not only against which always created a bond but with, something that bonded them even closer. And he was opening his body and heart to Jack as he pushed him closer and closer to the heavenly hell of orgasm. Here also was Lizzie, naked as he had frequently daydreamed having her. Her legs parted beneath his hand, her body arched and her rubbery wet heat opened beneath his fingers. Extremely recent memories of the heat of her mouth crowded into his mind.
He shoved a second finger into her moist squeezing body, and carefully twisted his hand until he could sweep his thumb over her clitoris. For Will, he removed his finger, poured a bit more oil onto the man's opening, and pushed the finger carefully back in. Deeper, and then his fingertip brushed against a slight bump, and Will jerked and uttered a wild cry.
"Mmmm!" Jack's head went back, in pleasure. Neither of them were touching him, but he was getting huge satisfaction from touching them and taking them to heights of bliss. His cock ached pleasantly, weeping steadily. He repeatedly tapped his fingertip over that little bump inside Will, rewarded by Will's entire body shuddering and the young man crying his name in rising crescendos.
Jack did not forget Elizabeth. In fact he was almost rough in his back and forth movements of his fingers in her body, eager and driven as he was. But it was what she wanted, for she screamed around Will's cock still deep in her mouth and bucked on the bed. Jack cried her name, Will cried Jack's and added a please to the sound. Jack rubbed harder over his prostate and Will convulsed. His muscles clamped down on Jack's finger, on the other hand Lizzie did the same.
They were quivering puddles of satisfied flesh but Jack could not wait any longer to be touched. "Please darlings, wake up, turn around, open your eyes. Jack needs you. Oh please!" He took hold of their shoulders and shook them, only somewhat gently.
Will and Lizzie dazedly opened their eyes and turned around and were confronted by a Jack Sparrow with need in his deep eyes and a hot flushed body with a rock hard erection.
Chapter Eight
William knew exactly what Jack needed as soon as he looked in his eyes. Elizabeth was taking longer to catch up, possibly because the sight of him so painfully aroused was a tad breathtaking. Will gathered her into his arms and slid her on top of him, her back pressed to his stomach. His arms went under hers and held her tight, with his legs he spread her thighs and held her open. She was lying on top of Will, completely spreadeagled. "Take her Jack. Make love to Elizabeth."
Elizabeth sobbed a breath of pure lust and Jack's face contorted. He uttered a rough syllable in response, a combination of thank you, and are you sure? and oh god I want to! His hands snaked forward to clasp Elizabeth's waist and he bent close to her, thighs brushing hers. "Elizabeth?"
Oh, the question in that soft utterance of her name. In his softly growled request was a shadow of all the close encounters they had had, starting with his hands on her pulling her from the bottom of the bay and ending with her sweet breath on his lips just before Isla de Cruces. Her eyes glittered bright in response. Stabbed through him, defied him, opened to him. Saw him. "What are you waiting for?" she asked with a challenging tone, and an inviting smile on her lips. "Are you the pirate I've read about or not?"
She was shocked when his eyes became even darker. He looked frighteningly intense as he moved even closer to her. His growled, "I'll show you!" was barely discernible. And then he took her, moving his hips sharply to her opening and pressing himself in without pause.
Jack groaned in satisfied relief as the hot wet folds of this woman enveloped him to the root. Even Will felt the force of his first thrust as Elizabeth's body was rocked back into his. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, trying to adjust herself to him and deal with the sudden burn. Jack held still, planting soft kisses on her forehead and cheekbones.
He raised himself upon his hands and bent his head to her breasts. His long braids and soft locks tumbled against her shoulders. His soft lips enclosed a nipple, and Elizabeth tipped her head back into Will's chest. As urgent as Jack was a few minutes ago, he now seemed quite content to stay buried inside her and suckle her breasts. Lizzie breathed deeply, inhaling Jack's salty, sea smell and feeling his tongue rubbing slowly over her nipples. Flickers of pleasure raced down her belly until the sheath holding Jack yielded with a burst of wetness.
He felt it, and immediately began moving. He dragged himself backwards out of her, coating himself with that wetness, and then thrust back in. This time it was quicksilver heat and pleasure. He left off her breasts and held himself upon his hands so only his legs and lower body were touching hers.
He was making love to both of them, really. Will felt his movements echo through Elizabeth, felt also her shuddering response. He held her still so Jack could ravish her, and Jack's face was as close to his as it was to Elizabeth's. Clearly, he was close to the end of his endurance. His eyebrows knit and he moaned repeatedly.
He started out slow, but soon could not hold back and pounded her harder. Will grunted, bracing Elizabeth's body against the strength of Jack's greedy hips. Through the moans and grunts he heard Jack mumbling, "Will, reach around and touch her!"
Understanding dawned,and Will let go one of Elizabeth's arms in order to press it between their joined bodies. Now he could feel the slap of their bodies. Elizabeth took advantage of her partial freedom to grab the back of Jack's neck and force his head down to hers for a savage kiss.
Will found her clitoris soaking wet. With his fingers he could also feel Jack rocking back and forth inside her. He caressed both of them. Jack spoke in low smooth tones. "Come for me Lizzie. My darling! Come for me."
Cords of tension stood out on his neck and his mouth curled with fierce concentration. He was very close to coming, and wanted pleasure for his partner as well. Will lightly plucked at her bundle of nerves until Elizabeth was writhing and sobbing. Jack moved faster over her, crying out. She made a different sort of sound now, one of rising bliss. Suddenly Jack held still, and his eyes rolled back in his head. An expression of agony came over his face, and he roared ecstasy in his deep voice.
"Jack! Jack!" Elizabeth sobbed, her body twitching and shaking with release. "Oh Will, I love you!" Jack's features smoothed over into the contented face of a sleepy child, and he toppled over and was fast asleep within a few seconds.
They chuckled a bit over his innocence in repose, and Elizabeth turned awkwardly around until she was snuggled into his chest. Watching the sleeping pirate captain, they too, drifted into slumber.
It was late the next day when they woke. And the sight they were greeted with was Jack hastily dressing. His eyes flicked over to them as they roused and sat up. "Jack, where are you going?" Elizabeth asked in confusion.
"I've stayed too long. I have things I must see to. The business that brought me here in the first place. And then I'm heading back to open sea." Jack carefully set his hat atop his head. He would not meet their eyes. Uneasily, Will and Elizabeth glanced at each other. She moved forward to catch at his hand.
"You'll be back though, won't you? Tell us you'll be back. When do you plan to return?" She didn't realize, in her panic that he was leaving so abruptly, how imperious she sounded.
Jack glanced at her now, and drew himself up. His face was stern as he retorted, "I'm a pirate and a captain, and I answer to no one! My crew has more right than you to demand my whereabouts and comings and goings. And I don't answer even to them, always." He stalked away.
Elizabeth looked dumbstruck,and Will's face showed his grief at this parting. "Jack?" he called softly as the pirate reached the door.
That stopped him. The soft entreaty in young Will's voice. He turned, looked them full in the face, and saw the bewildered disappointment. An eyebrow flew up in genuine surprise. "Think I won't come back, is that it?" His head dropped to his chest. "Was all this a mistake then?" He waved a hand at the rumpled bed. Then heaved a sigh.
Not waiting for an answer, he went to Lizzie and took her face between his palms. He kissed her sweetly, softly. Then went to Will and gave him the same kind of farewell kiss. Without another word he looked one more time at them and took his leave.
"I guess we'll just have to trust that he's a good man, a man of his word." Will broke the stunned silence of Jack Sparrow's exit.
Chapter Nine
It was six months before they heard from him again.
At first, they checked daily for him from atop the fort. Weekly, they sailed to Tortuga in the little schooner her father had gifted her with, to check for him. There was no word.
Sometimes in the middle of making love, the memory of what they had done, with him, would overtake one or even both of them, and there was pleasure along with tears of longing. Sometimes one of them would stare out the window for hours, just remembering, and hoping that he would come back.
"Maybe he's dead?" Elizabeth said one night over dinner, in a small voice. Will didn't speak, only looked unhappy, and drummed his fingers on the table. She wished the words unsaid.
"He's Captain Jack Sparrow," he finally said, with a very little smile.
Neither of them even thought that he would not return. Jack Sparrow was connected to them, he'd shown it at the fort where they freed him from execution, and proved it with the one night they spent together. If either of them did doubt his imminent return to their life, it was buried in a corner of their mind and was only a vague shadow, sometimes.
But time went on, and their fort scouting dwindled to once a week. Their hopeful sails to Tortuga became less and less common until they went only once a month, if that. Normal routine asserted itself. William continued his blacksmith work, now recognized as a skillful master. Elizabeth took a job as a schoolteacher. They talked of starting a family more than they talked of sexual romps with a pirate. But neither of them forgot his final kiss.
It was after dinner one night when a knock came at their door. When it was opened, short little bald man with a braided beard shoved his way inside. "I've been searching for you since I arrived!" he exclaimed.
"Marty?" Will greeted the little pirate with surprise. A grin spread over his face and his eyes lit up. Marty being here could only mean....
"The Captain sent me. He wishes you to come aboard. His exact words were, 'Invite them on a cruise.'"
"Of course! Of course we'll come Marty!" Elizabeth exclaimed. She and Will looked at each other in relief. It had finally happened, when they least expected it.
The Black Pearl was anchored out of sight of anyone watching from the fort. Jack was not about to risk his neck again, something they should have realized when they watched so ardently for him. Climbing aboard in the sunset glimmer, they saw him near the helm, his distinctive figure silhouetted.
Both of them hurried towards him, calling his name eagerly, and he swung about and hurried towards them. But before they could reach him, he slowed, and his eyes shifted to indicate his crew. Perhaps they had best not greet him with too much exuberance for their menage a trois.
"Welcome aboard, me lovelies! I thought you might like a visit with your old friend and maybe an adventure or three!" It sounded innocent enough, but Elizabeth and Will heard the innuendo beneath his words and began to heat up. "Come into me cabin and we'll plot further, savvy?"
He gave orders to head away from Port Royal and guided his lovers with a hand on their backs to the door of his private quarters. Ushering them inside like a gentleman, he locked the door and then turned to gaze at them with quite wicked intent gleaming in his dark eyes. "Jack's missed his lovelies, he has! Come and great me properly!"
They flew to his open arms, slamming him against the wood of the door with their eagerness. For several minutes there was nothing but hot kissing as Jack switched off agreeably between both of them. His arms went around them and he made hungry little noises in his throat. "Oh god! I need ye....I want ye....I've MISSED this so much!" He began maneuvering them towards his bed.
"Jack!" Elizabeth whimpered. One hand dug into his shirt to stroke his chest, and the other petted hungrily at the front of Will's breeches. If all the blood hadn't been rushing from her brain south between her legs, she might have been shocked at her utterly brazen behavior. "Who do we put in the middle this time?"
Jack broke his liplock with Will to smile at her lazily, wink at Will, and then drawl, "You darlin." With that he pushed her so she toppled onto his bed, skirts flying up to reveal her legs. "Clothes off Lizzie."
He half turned and whispered in Will's ear while hastily taking off several items of clothing. He stopped at his breeches. Elizabeth watched Will's face during this and shivered at how intense his eyes became and the slow smile that spread over his face. He too, undressed down to his breeches. Then both men stretched out beside Elizabeth, one on either side.
She was helpless against the onslaught they wrought upon her body. Even fully dressed, their hands seared her skin. They kissed her ears; nibbling,thrusting their tongues in,licking. They kissed her neck and suckled at the tender joins between neck and shoulder. Hands fondled her; waist, breasts, fingers toying and slowly untying the laces that held her bodice shut.
They undressed her, and her lust addled brain offered up the idea that she should touch them too. But when she moved her hands to do so, Jack took hold of her wrists and forced her arms up over her head. Taken aback, she looked up at him and he grinned down at her. Will stripped her of her chemise, which he wound around her wrists and somehow secured it to the headboard of Jack's bed. She was immobile now.
Jack and Will gave her no time to be nervous or frightened of this helplessness. They bent once more to the task of pleasuring her. Now two pairs of soft mustached lips trailed over her breasts while loving fingers stroked her thighs and hips. They teased her with tongues circling around her stiff nipples but didn't touch the rosy peaks. Hands stroked her inner thighs, fingertips teased at the joins of her legs but came no further to her burning need.
Elizabeth squirmed helplessly, unable to do anything but feel, and react to the feelings they evoked in her. Her eyes closed so she didn't even know who it was that finally took a nipple into his hot mouth. Didn't even know which finger finally slid over her netherlips. She just knew she was so relieved when both nipples were taken by her two men and suckled. It almost made up for the fact that they continued to tease between her legs, stroking outside her lips but not penetrating.
Her body began to shake, and little pleas broke from her lips. Wetness oiled the teasing digits until finally, two slid in, to the first knuckle. She convulsed, and cried out. Answering moans resounded through her. It was Jack who broke his hold of her breast and leaned up to kiss her lips. He left his finger within her and as he kissed her, Will chose to grasp her clitoris between the pads of his thumb and forefinger.
White heat took over, making a rag doll of her body, shaking her limbs. When she became aware of her surroundings again, she glanced down to see Jack and Will each kissing their way along her thighs, heading inwards and upwards. She could not see their hands, but both men had their eyebrows knotted, and were moaning into her skin.
In fact they were touching each other. But it didn't stop their relentless focus on driving her out of her mind. Elizabeth watched, felt the brush of lips and facial hair on her tender inner thighs, felt their tongues dance on her swollen outer lips. They pulled back and glanced at each other, and she wanted to weep at the loss of contact. Just before they kissed each other, she caught a glimpse of swollen red flesh and pumping fists.
They kissed, then turned back to her and one at time, placed their faces between her thighs and began licking.
Will was in absolute bliss sharing her like this. He could never in his wildest imagination think that it would be so good to have Jack Sparrow performing such intimate acts on Elizabeth. He would have thought he'd be enraged with jealousy. But it felt absolutely right, probably because of the way Jack also looked at and touched him.
His tongue slid and stroked over and round Elizabeth's mound and Jack's tongue. The alternating tastes of spicy rum and savoury womanly juice was driving him mad. As was Jack's thumb sweeping over the head of his cock on every upstroke. Will tried repeating the move to the thick hard length he rubbed his own hand over. Jack went even harder, and groaned thickly.
The woman they were sharing was a sobbing, writhing mess. Elizabeth became completely incoherent when Will slid a finger back inside her and crooked it against her inner walls. Jack moved his face away and watched. Will found his ear tantalized by the man's mouth when Jack murmured close to him, "Lost track of how many times she's come by now. I think it's someone else's turn." And Jack slid down.
Will was badly distracted by this action. He tried to concentrate on Elizabeth, but Jack's hands trailing along the back of his thighs was a sensation that needed to be enjoyed. And the feel of his tongue teasing along his shaft was definitely something that needed to be enjoyed.
He cried out uncontrollably, Elizabeth opened her eyes and glanced down. "Oh! Untie me! Jack, let me go, I want to be with you!"
Jack ignored her, leaving Will to reach up with the last of his concentration and pull the confining chemise from around her wrists. Then he stretched out on his back and gave himself over to bliss.
He heard Jack's rumbling voice mumbling instructions to Elizabeth. He felt their hands rubbing over him together. And then they began. He managed to raise his head to see exactly how they would go about this. They were taking turns. First Elizabeth drove her soft lips down over his rigid heat, then Jack licked his lips and bobbed his face over Will's lap. Back and forth they went, going deeper and deeper, pounding him down their throats.
He began to sweat, and moan, and before much longer was writhing just as Elizabeth had earlier. For a few moments he felt her mouth on him and heard the rumble of his voice once again instructing her. Then it was Jack's turn to swallow him while Elizabeth shifted. He opened his eyes to see her swinging her creamy thighs towards his head, and spreading them over his face. Will took the delicious invitation gladly and kissed his woman's slick netherlips happily.
Jack kneeling between his legs, Elizabeth kneeling over his face, and both of them continuing a relentless session of mouths over his flesh. It did not take much longer for Will to yield utterly to them and cry and shake his pleasure, spilling out for them to drink up.
Soft contented sighs punctuated by soft wet kisses filled the room. Until they glanced at Jack and realized that once again, they had left the poor man for last.
Chapter Ten
He kneeled on the foot of his bed with soft loving eyes. "Gods but yer beautiful when you come, the pair of you!" One hand stroked lazily along his erection. "Now, I think that we -"
Jack was cut off by Elizabeth mashing her face against his. She held on to his shoulders and kissed him s aggressively as she knew how. She plunged her tongue deep into his mouth, suckled his when he tried to do the same, and tasted his full lower lip.
"Hmmm, where is it Jack?" She heard Will thinking aloud behind her. "It must be somewhere near, you were anticipating us after all. Aha! Here it is!" She paid no further attention, for she had decided that other parts of Jack needed tasting. Urgently.
He was still on his knees, so she tugged him until he was lying on his side. Then she lay further down on the bed, legs dangling off the side, and lined her face up right at his crotch. Her tongue lapped at his sensitive head.
Jack gasped in reaction, his eyes following Will. The young man had found the half full bottle of oil he'd stolen from a chambermaid in a fine Tortugan inn, and was walking towards the bed with a pleased smile. "Will, I'm not sure that you should uunnhh!!"
This last sentence was interrupted by a cry as Elizabeth suddenly and without warning swallowed him like a snake. Jack could feel her nose bumping softly against his belly. He shuddered all over, struggling to hold back and maintain control. Will snuggled up behind him and Jack felt his hand, slicked with a palmful of oil, stroke his cheeks. A finger dragged between them and reached between his legs.
Jack stiffened all over, and shuddered in anticipation. Though this had not been done to him since he was just a stripling lad, he wanted it more than he could express. Will's finger teased at his balls from behind while Lizzie worked him beautifully, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. He was losing control of his voice, moaning and whimpering repeatedly.
Will's touch became more hesitant and experimental. He was using Jack's reactions to guide him. With his index finger he found the dark hole and caressed. Jack's legs jerked and he hissed. Will quickly dipped that finger in oil, and pressed this time, on that same spot. And did it again, harder this time. Jack breathed hard through clenched teeth, trying hard to relax. What made it difficult was Lizzie's fantastic mouth on him.
Had she been practicing while he'd been sailing? Must have been, she had a handy subject in Will after all. God, but she was so good at this! Her face wore a blissful expression as she pumped it back and forth, only coming back about halfway before driving forward again. Jack raised his leg and planted it flat on the bed while the other lay straight on the mattress, opening himself to Will's explorations.
Another dip in the oil, and another hard press against Jack's ass, driving the tip in. "Oh!" Jack encouraged. He pulled out and got even more oil. "Will, just do it! Ye won't hurt me!" Jack gritted desperately.
Will did so, and steadily drove his finger in. Jack was ready, he knew what to expect, and had relaxed that part of his body for the sweet invasion, so he just closed his eyes in bliss as the finger pushed within. Will had it in a bit past the first knuckle when Jack hoarsely said, "Stop!"
"Did I hurt you?" he asked with concern.
"No! Wiggle...up.." his breathing was so ragged he was having a hard time making himself clear. "Lizzie luv, I may buck."
The finger inside him wiggled up and stroked that perfect sweet spot. He threw his head back and hollered a wordless sound of enjoyment. Will wiggled his finger again, and again, and more again. Elizabeth cradled his furry balls in her palm and slid back and forth rapidly over his throbbing heat.
Captain Jack Sparrow came completely unglued. His body was slick with sweat, his eyes squeezed shut and face contorted. His voice hoarsely cried "Aaaaahhh! Oooohhhhh!" repeatedly. And he thrashed on the bed, completely out of control.
Will added a bit more lubricant and discovered that Jack could take a second finger. He rubbed both fingers more firmly over the little bump he felt inside him, and watched in amazement as Jack uttered strangled yells and clenched his face even more. "Oh god! oh god! Will...so good...mm don't you stop! Lizzie, oh god love"
His body began to shake hard, and he sobbed, unable to form words anymore. Then bucked suddenly and cried, "Oh Lizzie please! I need to come, oh god please please Lizzie!"
She had hold of the base of his cock and was squeezing it between the thumb and forefinger, preventing him from coming and in fact prolonging the pleasure for him. He was shaking his head, whipping his braids, and struggling to draw in air. Elizabeth flicked her eyes to Will. "Keep rubbing like you were."
Will did so, amazed. Where had she figured out that little trick? He rubbed firmly, and Jack screamed, a long low sound of agonized ecstasy. Slowly Elizabeth released the pressure on his cock. Jack shuddered hard, and his entire body tensed. He gasped "oh god oh god oh god" as thick streams poured out of him. He spasmed several times, grunting deeply.
At last his body slowly went limp and the rough sound of his breathing was loud. Will and Elizabeth met in a passionate loving kiss over his back, then gathered their pirate lover into their arms, pressing soft comforting kisses all over his body. They'd been nearly rough on him to bring him to such mind shattering heights, and he wore an exhausted smile.
They lay quietly, all three, feeling the rocking of the great ship and their heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Jack heaved a great contented sigh and sat up, looking much more rumbled than usual.
Elizabeth couldn't help giggling at the sight. Recalling how he'd locked them in the inn room the first time they'd been together, she lightly asked, "How long will you keep us captive this time?"
He half smiled but looked serious as he answered, "I'll not keep you captive ever my loves, as long as you give me the same promise in return."
Will sat up now. "We've set you free twice now Jack. Perhaps we'd best figure out, what exactly this is that we have, and how to live with it?"
Jack nodded. "We have love, William and Elizabeth. A thing I've had fleetingly in my life. I know that you are true, I have tried in my own way to show you that I am, in a sense. But I will never fit in the life you have in Port Royal."
Worry gripped Elizabeth. 'Please don't let him be saying goodbye,' she fiercely prayed.
"I belong on the open seas, living free, with me rum and me treasures. And you must go back and keep a safe port for me, so I may come back and take what you have to offer me, as often as I can. Do ye understand loves? I'll always come back to you, as long as I'm alive."
The sunshine in her heart poured out through her smile, and she reached for Will to hug him and squeeze Jack between them. Will met her halfway, with an equally happy expression. Jack closed his eyes, caught between and all around and through them, feeling the love bind his heart to them. He closed his eyes and a smile of pure joy lit his face as he kissed the hands that clasped around him.
They ate in silence. Elizabeth kept sneaking shy little glances at Jack as well as reassuring smiles for Will. Jack leaned back in his chair and studied the body language of his new lovers. Will was extremely nervous and uptight. He glanced repeatedly at the closed door to their room and fiddled with his meal more than he actually consumed it.
Though Jack ate more than either of them, he finished first. Heaving an exaggerated, blissful sigh, he propped his feet up on an empty chair and stretched lazily. Elizabeth immediately stared at his body and Jack felt a surge of delight. He experienced another when Will's eyes were dragged to him also.
"William," he said softly. "Ye said you both wanted this. Is that true, cause you sure look like you'll run for the door as soon as yer able."
"No." Will would not meet his eyes, but neither did he stop looking over Jack's body, deliberately on display as it was. "I meant what I said. But still...you're a man, I'm a man." He shrugged and Jack saw a self deprecating grin flash across his face. "I'm used to a woman."
"Oh aye, there's nothing like the feel of silky feminine flesh beneath ye, is there?" Jack glanced with a leer to Elizabeth, who started and then blushed hotly. "We have that between us William. In the very good sense of being between us, if you see what I mean."
He crossed his arms over his chest and contemplated them for a moment. They were giving each other heated glances now. He smiled in satisfaction. "Now then. I think you need to relax, young William, and I know the best way to accomplish that. A proper massage is what you need. Lie down on the bed, luv."
Will stood up warily, and Jack did not move. Will was as nervous as a cat, and Jack had every intention of moving slowly and speaking gently until he was calmer. Or possibly until he was hot and bothered. Jack quite enjoyed that thought. His deep brown eyes flicked to Elizabeth as Will undressed. "Elizabeth, do you know how to give a back rub?"
"I'm sure I can figure it out." The young lady pulled off her chemise almost defiantly, making Jack grin in amusement at her pride, and straddled Will's hips and began stroking his back.
The pirate captain chuckled sensuously and answered back, "Ah luv, anyone can rub a back and call it a massage. I'm talking a divine stimulation of nerve endings resulting in utter relaxation as well as a tingling excitement."
Elizabeth peered over her shoulder at him from atop Will's body. Jack wondered if she had any idea how pleasing a spectacle she was; the smooth lines of her back, her adorably pert bottom, the fall of her golden hair over her naked shoulders. "Oh really? Well, since you're such an expert, why don't you show me?"
Oh, she gave him the perfect opening. "Love to, darling," he stood up, shucked off his breeches, and sauntered to the bed, kneeling next to her. He placed his hands over hers and showed her how to rub in sweeping circles, showed her how certain muscles lay, when and how to dig in and to caress with feather light brushes. Both of them were rewarded by Will's deep exhalations and groans of appreciation.
"That's it. Very good. Now he's loosening up." He pushed Elizabeth's hip and Will's chest, gently toppling them over until Will was facing him on his side and Elizabeth was curled against his back. "Keep going, luv."
She continued to stroke his back while Jack began a subtle and extremely erotic assault on Will's front side. First it was only fingertips trailed over his face and chest. Will looked in fascination into Jack's as the older man looked upon him with naked desire. Then Jack kissed him again, and this time he didn't cut it short. He didn't need to hold Will's head either, Will was rather greedy for more of that luscious mouth.
So when he slid his tongue between Will's lips, the young man opened readily. He jerked as Jack's hand slid to his hip and squeezed. Elizabeth began to rub and massage his backside at that moment. Will groaned and suckled Jack's tongue, to which Jack responded by sucking in a breath, moving closer, and squeezing Will's hip a bit harder.
Now Jack went back and forth between Will and Elizabeth, kissing them both. All trace of the cool, collected captain was gone. Jack was a naked vulnerable man, fully and hotly aroused and showing it clearly. Though he continued to dominate the tableau with his hands on Will's torso, it was clear that he was submitting to their desires at this point.
His hands were dropping from Will's chest to his stomach. Will gently took one of them and kissed his long slim fingers. Then took his index finger in his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it. Jack groaned throatily and his eyelashes fluttered shut. "Time to switch places, luvs."
He made no move to pull his fingers from Will's mouth so the young man continued to lick and suckle those long graceful digits while Jack watched in drugged fascination. He shifted his thigh until he felt the hot heavy evidence of Jack's desire. Will wanted to touch him, wanted in fact to devour the wild beauty he had managed to keep contained in a room and a bed.
"What do you want us to do, Jack?" Elizabeth asked. She was no longer rubbing Will's body but was propped up on her hand watching the interplay between them while kissing Will's shoulder and neck.
The blacksmith had by now grasped Jack's erection and was exploring it with his palm. Jack hissed, eyes totally closed, and rolled onto his back. His hips moved slowly in time with Will's movements. He was the very picture of sexual indulgence.
"There's a place inside a man's body. Touching it increases the pleasure greatly. Ohhh, do that again! I want to touch that place in Will, and Lizzie...ahh, ahh! you'll help me drive him mad with pleasure. Will, don't stop!" He spoke in a breathless purr, interspersed with moans.
"What place inside a man's body? Where is it?" Will punctuated his question with harder and faster jerks of Jack's cock. For several moments Jack was unable to speak at all, at least not intelligibly.
Elizabeth wanted in on this fun. Remembering Will's instructions to her in their previous encounter, she cupped Jack's balls and rolled them in small circles. Jack tossed his head frantically, gritting his teeth against the sensations that washed through him. "Ahh, ahh, ahh!"
He was somehow able to force himself under control, able to grasp Will's wrist in one hand and Elizabeth's in the other. Holding them in a strong grip, Jack squeezed his eyes shut and took several slow measured breaths through his nose. Letting go of Elizabeth, he grasped the base of his erection and squeezed it hard. At last he opened his eyes and spoke, in a shaking voice. "I have to reach that place from behind you William. Get on your knees."
Chapter Seven
Will's eyes flew open in nervous anticipation. It was much easier for him to do things to Jack then to be on the receiving end of it. But he did as requested and slowly shifted over onto his hands and knees. "Lizzie, you lay here under him. Thats it." Jack gently ran his hands all over Will's back, ending with a squeeze at his bottom.
Will jumped, breathing faster. "Touch him Elizabeth. Make love to your bonny lad." Jack spoke almost absently. His focus was on a different task. He briefly got up and fetched a small bottle from his pocket, and returned to the bed, setting it near his knee.
Elizabeth was not entirely sure what Jack had planned but she loved touching Will's body so she willingly began kissing and touching him. One hand slowly stroked his pulsing erection while the other curled at the back of his neck. She kissed him while Jack leaned over his back and kissed his neck.
Will breathed deeply when he felt calloused fingertips gently trailing along his cleft. He'd heard vague and rather horrible insinuations of what men did together, whispers laced with vulgarity and ugliness. He didn't want Jack to be ugly with him, ugly to him.
"Relax, William." Jack's voice was low and soothing as his finger touched the puckered opening and just remained there lightly pressing. "I'll not hurt ye, never would I hurt ye."
William concentrated on taking slow deep breaths. Jack motioned for Elizabeth to take him into her mouth. Sliding herself further down the bed, she positioned herself with her head beneath Will's hips and her slightly spread legs under Jack's hips, an arrangement that was not lost on the pirate.
Jack grabbed the small bottle at his knee and uncorked it. He dipped his finger in it, coating it to the knuckle, then tipped it just above Will's buttocks, letting a small amount dribble it over the flesh. "Aaaahh! Elizabeth!" And an instant later, "Uhh! Jack..."
The first exclamation was the result of her mouth sliding hotly down his length. Jack could see a little bit of what she was doing, and thought to himself that instruction from himself was paying off. Lizzie showed remarkable aptitude for oral sex. His penis strained eagerly against it's sheath of skin, and more liquid seeped from the tip. The second exclamation was caused by Jack's oiled finger once again touching his ass, this time moving in slow circles over the opening.
The younger man felt himself lovingly fondled from both directions. Elizabeth's mouth on him felt amazing. He couldn't help but push his hips forward, just the slightest bit. She pulled her head back and pinched his thigh in warning, which helped him to keep still. He also felt an equally strong urge to push backwards into Jack's ministrations, an urge that decreased when the tip of a finger entered him suddenly.
Will yelped and went completely still. Jack did not move, merely let him get used to the sensation. It was not quite painful, merely uncomfortable. Elizabeth moaned and moved her mouth more deeply over him, causing gasps to be torn from his throat. He did not know, and was beyond the ability to think about it anyways, that Jack had been far too tempted by her naked body beneath him and was using his free hand between her legs.
Increasing pleasure relaxed him to a deeper penetration by Jack. The only regret Will had was that in his current position, he was not able to touch his lovers. Judicious use of the oil made the virgin ass slick for Jack to push his finger in past his first knuckle. He was getting close now.
It was getting very difficult for Jack to control his desire. Here was Will, who he'd fought not only against which always created a bond but with, something that bonded them even closer. And he was opening his body and heart to Jack as he pushed him closer and closer to the heavenly hell of orgasm. Here also was Lizzie, naked as he had frequently daydreamed having her. Her legs parted beneath his hand, her body arched and her rubbery wet heat opened beneath his fingers. Extremely recent memories of the heat of her mouth crowded into his mind.
He shoved a second finger into her moist squeezing body, and carefully twisted his hand until he could sweep his thumb over her clitoris. For Will, he removed his finger, poured a bit more oil onto the man's opening, and pushed the finger carefully back in. Deeper, and then his fingertip brushed against a slight bump, and Will jerked and uttered a wild cry.
"Mmmm!" Jack's head went back, in pleasure. Neither of them were touching him, but he was getting huge satisfaction from touching them and taking them to heights of bliss. His cock ached pleasantly, weeping steadily. He repeatedly tapped his fingertip over that little bump inside Will, rewarded by Will's entire body shuddering and the young man crying his name in rising crescendos.
Jack did not forget Elizabeth. In fact he was almost rough in his back and forth movements of his fingers in her body, eager and driven as he was. But it was what she wanted, for she screamed around Will's cock still deep in her mouth and bucked on the bed. Jack cried her name, Will cried Jack's and added a please to the sound. Jack rubbed harder over his prostate and Will convulsed. His muscles clamped down on Jack's finger, on the other hand Lizzie did the same.
They were quivering puddles of satisfied flesh but Jack could not wait any longer to be touched. "Please darlings, wake up, turn around, open your eyes. Jack needs you. Oh please!" He took hold of their shoulders and shook them, only somewhat gently.
Will and Lizzie dazedly opened their eyes and turned around and were confronted by a Jack Sparrow with need in his deep eyes and a hot flushed body with a rock hard erection.
Chapter Eight
William knew exactly what Jack needed as soon as he looked in his eyes. Elizabeth was taking longer to catch up, possibly because the sight of him so painfully aroused was a tad breathtaking. Will gathered her into his arms and slid her on top of him, her back pressed to his stomach. His arms went under hers and held her tight, with his legs he spread her thighs and held her open. She was lying on top of Will, completely spreadeagled. "Take her Jack. Make love to Elizabeth."
Elizabeth sobbed a breath of pure lust and Jack's face contorted. He uttered a rough syllable in response, a combination of thank you, and are you sure? and oh god I want to! His hands snaked forward to clasp Elizabeth's waist and he bent close to her, thighs brushing hers. "Elizabeth?"
Oh, the question in that soft utterance of her name. In his softly growled request was a shadow of all the close encounters they had had, starting with his hands on her pulling her from the bottom of the bay and ending with her sweet breath on his lips just before Isla de Cruces. Her eyes glittered bright in response. Stabbed through him, defied him, opened to him. Saw him. "What are you waiting for?" she asked with a challenging tone, and an inviting smile on her lips. "Are you the pirate I've read about or not?"
She was shocked when his eyes became even darker. He looked frighteningly intense as he moved even closer to her. His growled, "I'll show you!" was barely discernible. And then he took her, moving his hips sharply to her opening and pressing himself in without pause.
Jack groaned in satisfied relief as the hot wet folds of this woman enveloped him to the root. Even Will felt the force of his first thrust as Elizabeth's body was rocked back into his. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, trying to adjust herself to him and deal with the sudden burn. Jack held still, planting soft kisses on her forehead and cheekbones.
He raised himself upon his hands and bent his head to her breasts. His long braids and soft locks tumbled against her shoulders. His soft lips enclosed a nipple, and Elizabeth tipped her head back into Will's chest. As urgent as Jack was a few minutes ago, he now seemed quite content to stay buried inside her and suckle her breasts. Lizzie breathed deeply, inhaling Jack's salty, sea smell and feeling his tongue rubbing slowly over her nipples. Flickers of pleasure raced down her belly until the sheath holding Jack yielded with a burst of wetness.
He felt it, and immediately began moving. He dragged himself backwards out of her, coating himself with that wetness, and then thrust back in. This time it was quicksilver heat and pleasure. He left off her breasts and held himself upon his hands so only his legs and lower body were touching hers.
He was making love to both of them, really. Will felt his movements echo through Elizabeth, felt also her shuddering response. He held her still so Jack could ravish her, and Jack's face was as close to his as it was to Elizabeth's. Clearly, he was close to the end of his endurance. His eyebrows knit and he moaned repeatedly.
He started out slow, but soon could not hold back and pounded her harder. Will grunted, bracing Elizabeth's body against the strength of Jack's greedy hips. Through the moans and grunts he heard Jack mumbling, "Will, reach around and touch her!"
Understanding dawned,and Will let go one of Elizabeth's arms in order to press it between their joined bodies. Now he could feel the slap of their bodies. Elizabeth took advantage of her partial freedom to grab the back of Jack's neck and force his head down to hers for a savage kiss.
Will found her clitoris soaking wet. With his fingers he could also feel Jack rocking back and forth inside her. He caressed both of them. Jack spoke in low smooth tones. "Come for me Lizzie. My darling! Come for me."
Cords of tension stood out on his neck and his mouth curled with fierce concentration. He was very close to coming, and wanted pleasure for his partner as well. Will lightly plucked at her bundle of nerves until Elizabeth was writhing and sobbing. Jack moved faster over her, crying out. She made a different sort of sound now, one of rising bliss. Suddenly Jack held still, and his eyes rolled back in his head. An expression of agony came over his face, and he roared ecstasy in his deep voice.
"Jack! Jack!" Elizabeth sobbed, her body twitching and shaking with release. "Oh Will, I love you!" Jack's features smoothed over into the contented face of a sleepy child, and he toppled over and was fast asleep within a few seconds.
They chuckled a bit over his innocence in repose, and Elizabeth turned awkwardly around until she was snuggled into his chest. Watching the sleeping pirate captain, they too, drifted into slumber.
It was late the next day when they woke. And the sight they were greeted with was Jack hastily dressing. His eyes flicked over to them as they roused and sat up. "Jack, where are you going?" Elizabeth asked in confusion.
"I've stayed too long. I have things I must see to. The business that brought me here in the first place. And then I'm heading back to open sea." Jack carefully set his hat atop his head. He would not meet their eyes. Uneasily, Will and Elizabeth glanced at each other. She moved forward to catch at his hand.
"You'll be back though, won't you? Tell us you'll be back. When do you plan to return?" She didn't realize, in her panic that he was leaving so abruptly, how imperious she sounded.
Jack glanced at her now, and drew himself up. His face was stern as he retorted, "I'm a pirate and a captain, and I answer to no one! My crew has more right than you to demand my whereabouts and comings and goings. And I don't answer even to them, always." He stalked away.
Elizabeth looked dumbstruck,and Will's face showed his grief at this parting. "Jack?" he called softly as the pirate reached the door.
That stopped him. The soft entreaty in young Will's voice. He turned, looked them full in the face, and saw the bewildered disappointment. An eyebrow flew up in genuine surprise. "Think I won't come back, is that it?" His head dropped to his chest. "Was all this a mistake then?" He waved a hand at the rumpled bed. Then heaved a sigh.
Not waiting for an answer, he went to Lizzie and took her face between his palms. He kissed her sweetly, softly. Then went to Will and gave him the same kind of farewell kiss. Without another word he looked one more time at them and took his leave.
"I guess we'll just have to trust that he's a good man, a man of his word." Will broke the stunned silence of Jack Sparrow's exit.
Chapter Nine
It was six months before they heard from him again.
At first, they checked daily for him from atop the fort. Weekly, they sailed to Tortuga in the little schooner her father had gifted her with, to check for him. There was no word.
Sometimes in the middle of making love, the memory of what they had done, with him, would overtake one or even both of them, and there was pleasure along with tears of longing. Sometimes one of them would stare out the window for hours, just remembering, and hoping that he would come back.
"Maybe he's dead?" Elizabeth said one night over dinner, in a small voice. Will didn't speak, only looked unhappy, and drummed his fingers on the table. She wished the words unsaid.
"He's Captain Jack Sparrow," he finally said, with a very little smile.
Neither of them even thought that he would not return. Jack Sparrow was connected to them, he'd shown it at the fort where they freed him from execution, and proved it with the one night they spent together. If either of them did doubt his imminent return to their life, it was buried in a corner of their mind and was only a vague shadow, sometimes.
But time went on, and their fort scouting dwindled to once a week. Their hopeful sails to Tortuga became less and less common until they went only once a month, if that. Normal routine asserted itself. William continued his blacksmith work, now recognized as a skillful master. Elizabeth took a job as a schoolteacher. They talked of starting a family more than they talked of sexual romps with a pirate. But neither of them forgot his final kiss.
It was after dinner one night when a knock came at their door. When it was opened, short little bald man with a braided beard shoved his way inside. "I've been searching for you since I arrived!" he exclaimed.
"Marty?" Will greeted the little pirate with surprise. A grin spread over his face and his eyes lit up. Marty being here could only mean....
"The Captain sent me. He wishes you to come aboard. His exact words were, 'Invite them on a cruise.'"
"Of course! Of course we'll come Marty!" Elizabeth exclaimed. She and Will looked at each other in relief. It had finally happened, when they least expected it.
The Black Pearl was anchored out of sight of anyone watching from the fort. Jack was not about to risk his neck again, something they should have realized when they watched so ardently for him. Climbing aboard in the sunset glimmer, they saw him near the helm, his distinctive figure silhouetted.
Both of them hurried towards him, calling his name eagerly, and he swung about and hurried towards them. But before they could reach him, he slowed, and his eyes shifted to indicate his crew. Perhaps they had best not greet him with too much exuberance for their menage a trois.
"Welcome aboard, me lovelies! I thought you might like a visit with your old friend and maybe an adventure or three!" It sounded innocent enough, but Elizabeth and Will heard the innuendo beneath his words and began to heat up. "Come into me cabin and we'll plot further, savvy?"
He gave orders to head away from Port Royal and guided his lovers with a hand on their backs to the door of his private quarters. Ushering them inside like a gentleman, he locked the door and then turned to gaze at them with quite wicked intent gleaming in his dark eyes. "Jack's missed his lovelies, he has! Come and great me properly!"
They flew to his open arms, slamming him against the wood of the door with their eagerness. For several minutes there was nothing but hot kissing as Jack switched off agreeably between both of them. His arms went around them and he made hungry little noises in his throat. "Oh god! I need ye....I want ye....I've MISSED this so much!" He began maneuvering them towards his bed.
"Jack!" Elizabeth whimpered. One hand dug into his shirt to stroke his chest, and the other petted hungrily at the front of Will's breeches. If all the blood hadn't been rushing from her brain south between her legs, she might have been shocked at her utterly brazen behavior. "Who do we put in the middle this time?"
Jack broke his liplock with Will to smile at her lazily, wink at Will, and then drawl, "You darlin." With that he pushed her so she toppled onto his bed, skirts flying up to reveal her legs. "Clothes off Lizzie."
He half turned and whispered in Will's ear while hastily taking off several items of clothing. He stopped at his breeches. Elizabeth watched Will's face during this and shivered at how intense his eyes became and the slow smile that spread over his face. He too, undressed down to his breeches. Then both men stretched out beside Elizabeth, one on either side.
She was helpless against the onslaught they wrought upon her body. Even fully dressed, their hands seared her skin. They kissed her ears; nibbling,thrusting their tongues in,licking. They kissed her neck and suckled at the tender joins between neck and shoulder. Hands fondled her; waist, breasts, fingers toying and slowly untying the laces that held her bodice shut.
They undressed her, and her lust addled brain offered up the idea that she should touch them too. But when she moved her hands to do so, Jack took hold of her wrists and forced her arms up over her head. Taken aback, she looked up at him and he grinned down at her. Will stripped her of her chemise, which he wound around her wrists and somehow secured it to the headboard of Jack's bed. She was immobile now.
Jack and Will gave her no time to be nervous or frightened of this helplessness. They bent once more to the task of pleasuring her. Now two pairs of soft mustached lips trailed over her breasts while loving fingers stroked her thighs and hips. They teased her with tongues circling around her stiff nipples but didn't touch the rosy peaks. Hands stroked her inner thighs, fingertips teased at the joins of her legs but came no further to her burning need.
Elizabeth squirmed helplessly, unable to do anything but feel, and react to the feelings they evoked in her. Her eyes closed so she didn't even know who it was that finally took a nipple into his hot mouth. Didn't even know which finger finally slid over her netherlips. She just knew she was so relieved when both nipples were taken by her two men and suckled. It almost made up for the fact that they continued to tease between her legs, stroking outside her lips but not penetrating.
Her body began to shake, and little pleas broke from her lips. Wetness oiled the teasing digits until finally, two slid in, to the first knuckle. She convulsed, and cried out. Answering moans resounded through her. It was Jack who broke his hold of her breast and leaned up to kiss her lips. He left his finger within her and as he kissed her, Will chose to grasp her clitoris between the pads of his thumb and forefinger.
White heat took over, making a rag doll of her body, shaking her limbs. When she became aware of her surroundings again, she glanced down to see Jack and Will each kissing their way along her thighs, heading inwards and upwards. She could not see their hands, but both men had their eyebrows knotted, and were moaning into her skin.
In fact they were touching each other. But it didn't stop their relentless focus on driving her out of her mind. Elizabeth watched, felt the brush of lips and facial hair on her tender inner thighs, felt their tongues dance on her swollen outer lips. They pulled back and glanced at each other, and she wanted to weep at the loss of contact. Just before they kissed each other, she caught a glimpse of swollen red flesh and pumping fists.
They kissed, then turned back to her and one at time, placed their faces between her thighs and began licking.
Will was in absolute bliss sharing her like this. He could never in his wildest imagination think that it would be so good to have Jack Sparrow performing such intimate acts on Elizabeth. He would have thought he'd be enraged with jealousy. But it felt absolutely right, probably because of the way Jack also looked at and touched him.
His tongue slid and stroked over and round Elizabeth's mound and Jack's tongue. The alternating tastes of spicy rum and savoury womanly juice was driving him mad. As was Jack's thumb sweeping over the head of his cock on every upstroke. Will tried repeating the move to the thick hard length he rubbed his own hand over. Jack went even harder, and groaned thickly.
The woman they were sharing was a sobbing, writhing mess. Elizabeth became completely incoherent when Will slid a finger back inside her and crooked it against her inner walls. Jack moved his face away and watched. Will found his ear tantalized by the man's mouth when Jack murmured close to him, "Lost track of how many times she's come by now. I think it's someone else's turn." And Jack slid down.
Will was badly distracted by this action. He tried to concentrate on Elizabeth, but Jack's hands trailing along the back of his thighs was a sensation that needed to be enjoyed. And the feel of his tongue teasing along his shaft was definitely something that needed to be enjoyed.
He cried out uncontrollably, Elizabeth opened her eyes and glanced down. "Oh! Untie me! Jack, let me go, I want to be with you!"
Jack ignored her, leaving Will to reach up with the last of his concentration and pull the confining chemise from around her wrists. Then he stretched out on his back and gave himself over to bliss.
He heard Jack's rumbling voice mumbling instructions to Elizabeth. He felt their hands rubbing over him together. And then they began. He managed to raise his head to see exactly how they would go about this. They were taking turns. First Elizabeth drove her soft lips down over his rigid heat, then Jack licked his lips and bobbed his face over Will's lap. Back and forth they went, going deeper and deeper, pounding him down their throats.
He began to sweat, and moan, and before much longer was writhing just as Elizabeth had earlier. For a few moments he felt her mouth on him and heard the rumble of his voice once again instructing her. Then it was Jack's turn to swallow him while Elizabeth shifted. He opened his eyes to see her swinging her creamy thighs towards his head, and spreading them over his face. Will took the delicious invitation gladly and kissed his woman's slick netherlips happily.
Jack kneeling between his legs, Elizabeth kneeling over his face, and both of them continuing a relentless session of mouths over his flesh. It did not take much longer for Will to yield utterly to them and cry and shake his pleasure, spilling out for them to drink up.
Soft contented sighs punctuated by soft wet kisses filled the room. Until they glanced at Jack and realized that once again, they had left the poor man for last.
Chapter Ten
He kneeled on the foot of his bed with soft loving eyes. "Gods but yer beautiful when you come, the pair of you!" One hand stroked lazily along his erection. "Now, I think that we -"
Jack was cut off by Elizabeth mashing her face against his. She held on to his shoulders and kissed him s aggressively as she knew how. She plunged her tongue deep into his mouth, suckled his when he tried to do the same, and tasted his full lower lip.
"Hmmm, where is it Jack?" She heard Will thinking aloud behind her. "It must be somewhere near, you were anticipating us after all. Aha! Here it is!" She paid no further attention, for she had decided that other parts of Jack needed tasting. Urgently.
He was still on his knees, so she tugged him until he was lying on his side. Then she lay further down on the bed, legs dangling off the side, and lined her face up right at his crotch. Her tongue lapped at his sensitive head.
Jack gasped in reaction, his eyes following Will. The young man had found the half full bottle of oil he'd stolen from a chambermaid in a fine Tortugan inn, and was walking towards the bed with a pleased smile. "Will, I'm not sure that you should uunnhh!!"
This last sentence was interrupted by a cry as Elizabeth suddenly and without warning swallowed him like a snake. Jack could feel her nose bumping softly against his belly. He shuddered all over, struggling to hold back and maintain control. Will snuggled up behind him and Jack felt his hand, slicked with a palmful of oil, stroke his cheeks. A finger dragged between them and reached between his legs.
Jack stiffened all over, and shuddered in anticipation. Though this had not been done to him since he was just a stripling lad, he wanted it more than he could express. Will's finger teased at his balls from behind while Lizzie worked him beautifully, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. He was losing control of his voice, moaning and whimpering repeatedly.
Will's touch became more hesitant and experimental. He was using Jack's reactions to guide him. With his index finger he found the dark hole and caressed. Jack's legs jerked and he hissed. Will quickly dipped that finger in oil, and pressed this time, on that same spot. And did it again, harder this time. Jack breathed hard through clenched teeth, trying hard to relax. What made it difficult was Lizzie's fantastic mouth on him.
Had she been practicing while he'd been sailing? Must have been, she had a handy subject in Will after all. God, but she was so good at this! Her face wore a blissful expression as she pumped it back and forth, only coming back about halfway before driving forward again. Jack raised his leg and planted it flat on the bed while the other lay straight on the mattress, opening himself to Will's explorations.
Another dip in the oil, and another hard press against Jack's ass, driving the tip in. "Oh!" Jack encouraged. He pulled out and got even more oil. "Will, just do it! Ye won't hurt me!" Jack gritted desperately.
Will did so, and steadily drove his finger in. Jack was ready, he knew what to expect, and had relaxed that part of his body for the sweet invasion, so he just closed his eyes in bliss as the finger pushed within. Will had it in a bit past the first knuckle when Jack hoarsely said, "Stop!"
"Did I hurt you?" he asked with concern.
"No! Wiggle...up.." his breathing was so ragged he was having a hard time making himself clear. "Lizzie luv, I may buck."
The finger inside him wiggled up and stroked that perfect sweet spot. He threw his head back and hollered a wordless sound of enjoyment. Will wiggled his finger again, and again, and more again. Elizabeth cradled his furry balls in her palm and slid back and forth rapidly over his throbbing heat.
Captain Jack Sparrow came completely unglued. His body was slick with sweat, his eyes squeezed shut and face contorted. His voice hoarsely cried "Aaaaahhh! Oooohhhhh!" repeatedly. And he thrashed on the bed, completely out of control.
Will added a bit more lubricant and discovered that Jack could take a second finger. He rubbed both fingers more firmly over the little bump he felt inside him, and watched in amazement as Jack uttered strangled yells and clenched his face even more. "Oh god! oh god! Will...so good...mm don't you stop! Lizzie, oh god love"
His body began to shake hard, and he sobbed, unable to form words anymore. Then bucked suddenly and cried, "Oh Lizzie please! I need to come, oh god please please Lizzie!"
She had hold of the base of his cock and was squeezing it between the thumb and forefinger, preventing him from coming and in fact prolonging the pleasure for him. He was shaking his head, whipping his braids, and struggling to draw in air. Elizabeth flicked her eyes to Will. "Keep rubbing like you were."
Will did so, amazed. Where had she figured out that little trick? He rubbed firmly, and Jack screamed, a long low sound of agonized ecstasy. Slowly Elizabeth released the pressure on his cock. Jack shuddered hard, and his entire body tensed. He gasped "oh god oh god oh god" as thick streams poured out of him. He spasmed several times, grunting deeply.
At last his body slowly went limp and the rough sound of his breathing was loud. Will and Elizabeth met in a passionate loving kiss over his back, then gathered their pirate lover into their arms, pressing soft comforting kisses all over his body. They'd been nearly rough on him to bring him to such mind shattering heights, and he wore an exhausted smile.
They lay quietly, all three, feeling the rocking of the great ship and their heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Jack heaved a great contented sigh and sat up, looking much more rumbled than usual.
Elizabeth couldn't help giggling at the sight. Recalling how he'd locked them in the inn room the first time they'd been together, she lightly asked, "How long will you keep us captive this time?"
He half smiled but looked serious as he answered, "I'll not keep you captive ever my loves, as long as you give me the same promise in return."
Will sat up now. "We've set you free twice now Jack. Perhaps we'd best figure out, what exactly this is that we have, and how to live with it?"
Jack nodded. "We have love, William and Elizabeth. A thing I've had fleetingly in my life. I know that you are true, I have tried in my own way to show you that I am, in a sense. But I will never fit in the life you have in Port Royal."
Worry gripped Elizabeth. 'Please don't let him be saying goodbye,' she fiercely prayed.
"I belong on the open seas, living free, with me rum and me treasures. And you must go back and keep a safe port for me, so I may come back and take what you have to offer me, as often as I can. Do ye understand loves? I'll always come back to you, as long as I'm alive."
The sunshine in her heart poured out through her smile, and she reached for Will to hug him and squeeze Jack between them. Will met her halfway, with an equally happy expression. Jack closed his eyes, caught between and all around and through them, feeling the love bind his heart to them. He closed his eyes and a smile of pure joy lit his face as he kissed the hands that clasped around him.
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Date: 2008-06-07 01:52 am (UTC)But, in a good way. *g*
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Date: 2008-06-07 02:45 pm (UTC)