(fic) 50 smutlets, #28 - Sound
Title: The Sound of Fire (50 Smutlets, #28 - Sound)
Author: sage_laurel
Rating: Adult, NC17.
Pairings: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the smut in my brain.
Summary: More for the 50 smutlets challenge. Dang, but I'm prolific this week! Comments feed my insatiable smut-muse and make me write more!
The Sound of Fire
The cabin was completely back when Elizabeth entered. No candles burned, and the moonless night shed no glow through the ship’s smudged windows. Her watch had ended and she had been looking forward to being paid…in the form of some attention from her lover, Captain Jack Sparrow, but it appeared he was nowhere to be found.
She turned to leave in search of him, but a voice from the dark recesses of the room called her back.
“Elizabeth…”
“Jack? Where are you? Why in hell are there no candles lit?” She peered around trying to adjust her eyes, but could make out nothing in the inky blackness.
“Go lie on the bed.” Jack’s voice was husky and deep, full of dark promises.
“Why? What on Earth are you playing at, you bloody crazy pirate?” Elizabeth was starting to get annoyed; she was soaked to the bone with sea spray and her thighs had been damp for Jack’s touch all day.
“No more questions. Go lie on the bed.”
Elizabeth huffed but acquiesced. Feeling her way through the darkness she found the edge of the bunk, laden with soft linens and smelling overwhelmingly of Jack. She toed off her boots and flung her hat to the desk, and laid herself down.
“Take your clothes off.”
Now that’s more like Jack, she smiled as she pulled her vest, shirt and breeches off, letting them fall in a sodden lump on the floor. Naked, she stretched out languidly on the blanket, feeling the darkness caress her. Seeing nothing definitely heightened her other senses. She could hear Jack breathing softly somewhere in the vicinity of the bed, hear the Pearl creak and sing below them, and somewhere on deck a man was singing an Irish sea shanty as he took watch. Overtop all of the other sounds was that of her own breathing, deep and full.
Jack’s voice came again. “Take your fingers and stroke them over your skin, starting at your neck…touch yourself the way I touch you, slowly, slowly…..”
Elizabeth knew better than to question Jack’s motives by now; many times she had started out annoyed and confused by his strange fancies but once she gave in, she was always exceedingly glad she did. She let her fingers slide down her neck, over the ridges of her collarbone, down between the soft peaks of her breasts. She closed her eyes and imagined Jack’s mouth there, how he would draw his tongue down over her skin.
“Now…stroke your breasts, love. Feel how your skin changes with a touch… how they swell up against your hand, aching for more…”
She complied, gently fondling her small breasts, feeling the touch of her hands and how different they felt than Jack’s, even though they were now far rougher than she’d ever thought a lady’s hands could be. Though I suppose I’m not a lady anymore, she surmised to herself. She allowed herself to let out a sigh from deep within her chest. This was liable to drive her mad.
“Take your nipples between your fingers….yes, darling, like that…roll them firmly, imagine that they are between my lips and I’m biting them, sucking them...” Jack’s voice was growing thick with lust and Elizabeth was amazed at how aroused she was at that sound. She pinched and plucked her hardened nipples with delicate fingers, picturing Jack’s pretty mouth framed with dark hair around her nipple.
“Let those beautiful fingers go down now… slide down over your belly, feel how smooth your skin is.” Elizabeth followed his words with her hands. “Let them find that lovely quim of yours, feel the smooth skin and delicious wetness.” Elizabeth stroked her mound, smooth as silk after being so recently shaved by Jack. The skin tingled under her touch, still so sensitive. Her fingers slid to the top of her slit, and she was shocked at how wet she already was.
“Now, take your hand away.” There was a smile in Jack’s voice.
“What? Why?” Elizabeth protested, unwilling to give up touching herself when she was so aroused already.
“Because I said so. Hands at your sides, please, and close your eyes.”
Elizabeth laid her arms at her sides and took a deep breath. Jack’s voice was moving closer to her in the darkness, and came to stop somewhere beside the bed.
“I know you’re so wet, love. I bet you’re thinking of touching yourself, imagining it’s my hand. I’d stroke you right at the proper place, making you groan and squirm…now my fingers, slipping inside to feel your tightness gripping me, and my tongue licking your hard little nipples. Is that what you want, love?”
Elizabeth moaned in thwarted arousal, squirming against the blanket. “Yes, Jack... want you…”
Jack’s honeyed voice kept going, intent on driving her absolutely mad with desire. “I love touching you, Elizabeth. I love feeling you clamp down so tight on my fingers when you come. I love going on deck after fucking you, and smelling you on my hands all day, remembering how hot and wet you were…how your body bucks and writhes under mine…”
Elizabeth’s sex felt like it was on fire from Jack’s words. She was full of the memories of Jack’s hands, his tongue, and his body. Her skin burned to touch him, feel him, rub against him. The lust in Jack’s voice only stoked her fire further.
“The only thing better than touching you, darling, is tasting you. God, Lizzie, your taste is the sweetest thing on this Earth. Remember how my tongue flicks you, sliding across your folds, slipping inside you to drink your juices? Think of how wet that makes you, my fingers pressing into you, my tongue on you, licking, sucking…”
Elizabeth could barely take it. She was trembling from the strain of holding herself still, listening to Jack’s erotic voice washing over her and inside her, as if his seed was already spilling into her. She tried to grind her legs together to ease the aching in her sex, but it was nowhere near what she needed. She needed Jack. Elizabeth arched her back and moaned in frustration.
Somewhere very close by, Jack chuckled darkly. “I know what you want, Elizabeth. You’re thinking about my cock, so hot and hard between your legs...pressing, rubbing, and sliding through your slippery cunt. You want me inside you.”
Elizabeth panted as Jack’s words made the fire in her sex flare up out of control. She was so close, so ready, so near to total combustion. If only she could reach down…touch herself…
Jack sensed how close she was. “You want me inside you, darling…I think I’ll lean you over the headboard, spread your knees wide apart, and slide myself into you, hearing you groan. I know you like it that way, don’t you? Feeling me pressing up behind you, my hard cock pumping into you, me licking and biting the back of your neck… I love hearing you, Lizzie. Your little grunts when I thrust into you hard, the way you whimper and squeal when my cock hits that spot inside you…but the best part is…”
Elizabeth sobbed in lustful agony, certain she’d die if something didn’t happen soon. When she felt the bed give under his weight and Jack’s hand took hers, she twisted her body around trying to find purchase against him, against the bed, against something.
“…The best part is…hearing you scream when you come.” With that, Jack took her hand and pressed it to her sex, finally giving her leave to release herself. She groaned like a woman dying and rubbed her slit frantically, finding her nub and rubbing in circles until she felt the fire inside her explode in a shower of sparks. At the instant that her climax burned her to cinders, Jack’s mouth came down on hers, his tongue sweeping her lips and pressing inside to ride the waves of her release with her.
As her climax ebbed, Elizabeth opened her eyes to see that Jack was sitting beside her on the bed, his cock in his hand and his own release slicking his naked belly. She smiled and cuddled close to him as he leaned down to kiss her again.
“Jack… what made you think to do such wicked things with only your voice?”
“Well, darling, now you know that I can bring you off with my tongue in more ways than one…” Jack slid down her body in the dark, and when his mouth met her tender flesh, she screamed again.
And with that, there was no more talking in the captain’s cabin that night.
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