A Pirate's Life for Me

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it's been a long time since I posted, so I gave you a nice, long, juicy chapter! Enjoy, and please review!!!

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CHAPTER TWO
SUCCUMBING TO TEMPTATION

Elizabeth woke just before dawn to the sound of Jack snoring softly. He had come staggering in just three hours before, stone drunk, jerking her out of her doze when he slammed the door open and it hit the wall of the cabin. Elizabeth had pretended to be asleep, watching him surreptitiously from under her lashes. He had stood over the bed for a long moment, swaying slightly, before dropping the empty rum bottle he held and wandering over to the hammock, collapsing heavily into it.

Elizabeth sighed and tossed back the coverlet, throwing her legs over the side of the bed and sitting up. She dressed quickly and slipped out the door as Jack continued to snore. Immediately, she noticed that something was wrong.

She grabbed Mr. Gibbs’ arm as he passed her. “What’s going on?” she whispered, “Why is everyone acting so oddly?”

“Well,” he sighed, “it’s the Cap’n. He’s never slept past dawn before. An’ he’s been diff’rent since you showed up. Quieter, an’ he hasn’t stopped at a port for a bit o’ fun since he met ya.”

“Thank you, Gibbs,” Elizabeth mumbled. She stared off across the water, not really seeing it. She’d had no idea she’d affected him so. Perhaps he wasn’t so callous and heartless after all…

* * *

The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully. Jack staggered out of his cabin around noon. Elizabeth and the rest of the crew went about their work, avoiding Jack’s eyes and speaking little. Jack lounged about, swilling still more rum and staring moodily out over the water. Gibbs brought him food late in the afternoon and convinced him to eat. After eating, Jack seemed to feel a bit better. He put away the rum and even joined some of the men in a game of dice.

Elizabeth ate her dinner quickly in the hold. She hoped to slip out while Jack was distracted and be asleep before he returned to the cabin. Tossing back a final cup of watered-down rum, she bolted for the stairs. She skidded to a stop when she saw him. Jack stood at the bottom of the stairs, leaning casually with his elbow against the wall and his hand behind his head. His tricorn hat was tipped forward, casting a shadow over his features.

“Hoping to escape me, Elizabeth?” he said softly.

Elizabeth feigned indifference. “Nothing of the sort, Captain Sparrow,” she said, “I merely wished to eat without a crowd of pirates offending my senses.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Miss Swann,” Jack chuckled, “you were hoping I wouldn’t notice your absence. But I did,” he continued more seriously, “how could I not notice that the warmth, the light, had inexplicably disappeared?” He was breathing hard now, struggling to control himself. He had never felt this way before. He had always thought of women as merely playthings, but Elizabeth was different. She had spirit, passion, intelligence. She was like no other woman he had ever known.

He waited for her to respond. When she didn’t, he dared to tip his hat up a bit and look her in the eyes. To his surprise and dismay, she was crying silently, her shoulders shaking. Her eyes were already swollen and red. “Jack,” she sobbed, “I don’t want to hurt you.” She scrubbed her face with the palm of her hand and wiped her nose on her sleeve. Jack waited patiently as she composed herself. He longed to take her in his arms and kiss away her tears, but he knew that he needed to wait until she was ready.

After a moment, Elizabeth took a shaky breath, squared her shoulders, and looked up to meet his eyes. “Jack,” she said firmly, “I made a commitment to Will. I have to honor that. The wedding is planned, my father bought us a house in town, the whole town’s talking about our forthcoming marriage…”

Jack placed the tips of his fingers against her mouth to stop her nervous babbling. “I didn’t hear you mention love,” he said softly.

Elizabeth was confused. Hadn’t she? Well, it was understood that she loved Will. Of course she loved him…right?

Jack took advantage of Elizabeth’s fluster by slipping his arm around her waist and lowering his lips to hers. In her confusion, Elizabeth responded. She slid her arms around his neck and leaned into his body. Opening his mouth, he slid his tongue between her lips. The taste of her mouth made his head spin. He moved her backward into a support post and leaned against her, pressing her body into the post. Grasping a handful of her hair, he gently pulled her head to one side and moved his lips to her neck.

Elizabeth fought to catch her breath. Her head swam and she couldn’t focus her eyes. Her entire being was focused on Jack’s lips, which were now traveling down her throat to the bare patch of skin at the open neck of her shirt.

Jack moved his mouth back to hers. Elizabeth moaned softly as he kissed her deeply. Just as he began to unlace the neck of her shirt, the pair froze – the unmistakable sound of pounding boots was coming down the stairs. Stepping away from Elizabeth, he straightened his hat and affected his accustomed, hand-on-the-hip, arrogant posture.

The crowd of pirates tromping belowdecks stopped at the sight of their captain and their lone passenger – who was now rumpled, flushed, and breathing hard.

“Umm, did you need something, Cap’n?” one of them asked nervously. The captain rarely deigned to visit the hold, having little reason to do so.

“Of course,” Jack said quickly, gesturing broadly toward the galley, “I wanted to check on our food supplies.”

The cook stepped forward and began discussing their needs, showing Jack the weevil-infested flour he had discovered that morning. When Jack had the opportunity to look back toward the door a few minutes later, Elizabeth had vanished.

* * *

Half an hour later, when Jack had finally managed to extricate himself from the cook, he immediately headed for his cabin. He slipped in quietly, gently closing the door behind him. Lighting the lamp, he leaned against the door and watched Elizabeth pretend to sleep for a few minutes.

“I know you’re not sleeping, Elizabeth,” he said quietly. To her credit, she immediately opened her eyes and sat up. He smiled softly and sauntered toward her.

“Well?” she said sternly when he paused at the edge of the bed for a moment, looking down at her.

“Well, what” he said, raising one eyebrow quizzically.

“What is it exactly you’re expecting from me, Captain Sparrow?” Elizabeth asked coldly, glaring at him. To her surprise, Jack sighed and sat heavily on the bed beside her, leaning his elbows on his knees and slumping over tiredly.

“Nothing you don’t want to give, Elizabeth,” he said softly, not looking at her. “You know what I want,” he continued, “but I won’t force you, or coerce you. I care about you too much to ever want to hurt you.”

Elizabeth sat quietly, trying to absorb the situation. She had never imagined Jack cared for her. She knew he wanted her, but she thought it was simply physical. Suddenly she was struck by a thought that shocked her – she cared about him, too.

Before she could change her mind, she turned to him, took his face in her hands, and kissed him hard. She slid her tongue into his mouth and leaned toward him.

After a moment, Jack broke off the kiss. “Elizabeth,” he murmured, “is this what you want?”

Elizabeth took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “I made a commitment to Will,” she said bluntly, “and I intend to honor it. But I will not deny that I want you,” she began stroking his hair, “and I’ll even admit that I care for you.” She ran one finger down the side of his face and touched his mouth. He parted his lips and took her finger into his mouth, sucking on it gently. She gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through her body. With difficulty, she continued, “I am willing to be with you while we search for Will - ” Jack began kissing the tips of her fingers “– but once we find him, I’m his. Can you agree to that?”

Jack stopped and looked at her soberly. “Elizabeth, love,” he said, “when it comes to you, I’ll take anything I can get.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, turning her face away. He laughed wryly and turned her face back toward him gently.

“Hey,” he said gently, eyes twinkling, “I’m a pirate. If old Barbossa and his cursed gold couldn’t hurt me, do you really think a woman could?”

Elizabeth laughed with him, pretending she didn’t see the pain in his eyes that he was trying to pretend wasn’t there. She kissed him while he was still laughing, surprising him. His eyes widened in shock and appreciation as she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, then drifted shut in pleasure as she plunged her tongue into his mouth.

Elizabeth moaned as Jack slid his hands up her legs to cup her ass. It was such a relief to allow her passion free reign at last!

Abruptly, she broke off the kiss and stood. Jack lay on his back, panting, and looked at her in exasperation. Had she changed her mind again? He relaxed when she smiled at him and grasped his hand, pulling him up to a sitting position. She stepped back, however, when he reached for her.

“Don’t be so impatient, Captain Sparrow,” she teased, dancing out of his reach. She had decided to give in to temptation and, damn it, she was going to enjoy herself! The giving of her virginity was going to be a beautiful act of forbidden passion, not a hurried, awkward affair. She lowered the lantern flame to a flicker and turned to face him, her heart pounding. She unbuckled the belt that cinched the loose shirt in around her slim waist, dropping it at her feet. Without breaking eye contact, she slipped her feet out of the too-big leather boots and used her heel to pull her stockings off.

Jack could barely breathe as he watched her, bathed in the glow of the full moon shining through the curved window at the head of his bed. When she began unlacing the neck of her shirt, it took every ounce of self-restraint – which, admittedly, was almost non-existent in the pirate – to keep from throwing himself at her.

Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth pulled the shirt over her head, baring her upper body to his gaze. She blushed at his sharp intake of breath and quickly looked down at the floor as she unbuttoned the breeches and slipped them off, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

Jack simply stared for a moment, his mouth agape. This, surely, was no mere mortal standing before him, but a goddess!

She saw him move in her peripheral vision, but kept her eyes locked to the floor as he stood and undressed, tossing his clothing – his hat even! – to the side uncaringly until he was as nude as she.

“Elizabeth, look at me,” he ordered softly. She looked up more nervously. It was unnerving being naked before a man, especially an unclothed man. Jack smiled at her, trying to put her at ease. “Never be ashamed of your body,” he said, “you are perfection itself.”

The words, and the passion with which they were spoken, somehow comforted her. Her self-consciousness drifted away and she relaxed, smiling back at him. The two stood there for several minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with their eyes. Neither had ever been afforded this opportunity before. Jack’s previous experiences had involved various prostitutes and tavern wenches, pirates, even a cabin boy or two, and all took place in dark alleys and out-of-the-way corners. He had never before had a sexual encounter on board the Black Pearl, much less in a location where he could see his partner clearly, with the time to appreciate the sight.

Elizabeth, by contrast, had very little previous experience. She had seen young boys swimming naked in the ocean in the summers, and once she had even dared to caress Will through his breeches during a moment of stolen passion, but she had never seen a grown man unclothed. Jack’s body was beautiful, muscular, and surprisingly pale. Elizabeth even thought his penis was beautiful; it was velvety smooth and half-erect, the blood-red glans just beginning to emerge from its protective sheath.

Finally, Jack could hold back no longer. He stepped forward and took her into his arms, kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him, enjoying the sensation of her sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. He slid his hands down the smooth curve of her back, cupping her ass.

“Jack,” Elizabeth murmured, “show me what to do – I want to please you.”

Jack looked down at her in surprise. “Elizabeth,” he said, “didn’t you and Will – “

She shook her head.

“So you’ve never – “

Another shake.

Jack was shocked. She was so amazingly sensual; he had just assumed that Will had introduced her to sexuality.

“Elizabeth, I’m honored that you would choose me to be…I mean, I’m the first…”

“Jack, shut up,” Elizabeth said, exasperated. She shoved him into the bed, knocking him onto his back, and crawled onto the bed after him. “Show me what you want,” she said between kisses.

In answer, he rolled her beneath him and began kissing her breasts. He stroked them gently as he licked and sucked her nipples. Her breasts were perfect – firm and high, the areolas large and a beautiful dusky pink. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he bit it firmly, chuckling when she gasped at the sensation.

He kissed his way down her body until he reached the tawny patch of hair between her legs. Elizabeth wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she decided to simply trust him. She lay back against the cool pillows and relaxed as he drew her legs over his shoulders. He spread her labia with his thumbs and touched his tongue to her exposed clitoris. She gasped and tensed. He stroked her belly gently until she relaxed again.

“Trust me, luv,” he murmured. She smiled at him nervously. He spread her labia again and began loving her vulva with his tongue. He ran his tongue up and down her pussy and sucked gently on her clit. Elizabeth panted and moaned with pleasure at the electric feeling rushing through her body.

Running one hand up her body, he touched two fingers to her lips. “Suck,” he ordered. Obediently, she opened her mouth and sucked hard on his fingers. Withdrawing them, Jack slid the fingers into her pussy. He began pumping her pussy gently as he tongued her clit. Within moments, Elizabeth climaxed, her body trembling and her juices coating his hand.

Jack lay his head on her thigh and watched her as she recovered from the most incredible orgasm of her life. Her eyes were glazed, her legs were trembling, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her body.

After several minutes, her eyes focused again and she looked at him, dazed. “Thank you,” she said simply.

He crawled back up to the head of the bed and flopped down next to her. He stroked her body gently and ran his fingers through her hair. “Soft,” he murmured, brining one silky lock to his mouth and kissing it.

Elizabeth, emboldened, rolled to lay against him, running her fingertips through the soft curls on his chest. Jack shivered with pleasure and kissed her hard. “Teach me, Jack,” she breathed against his lips, “show me what you want.”

Taking her hand, he drew it down his body to his penis, showing her wordlessly how to stroke him. As she pleasured him, she kissed his chest, teasing his nipples with her tongue and teeth. To his shock, she began kissing and licking her way down his flat stomach and took the head of his penis in her mouth. She fondled his balls as she sucked him, driving him near to madness. Finally, he put his hand on her head, forcing her to stop.

“Enough,” he choked out, pulling her back up even with him.

“Didn’t you like it,” Elizabeth said, confused, “did I do it wrong?”

“I liked it very much, luv,” he said, kissing her neck, “too much. We don’t want the night to end too soon, now do we?”

Elizabeth sighed with pleasure and lay back against the pillows as Jack began caressing her gain, stroking her perfect breasts and running his fingers down her smooth, softly rounded belly. When his hand drifted lower, she grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Jack…” she said, a pleading note in her voice.

Jack nodded almost imperceptibly and moved to cover her body with his. He held his weight off her with his arms at first, but she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her. She buried her face in his neck to hide her nervousness. She felt him shift his weight to one side and slip his hand between their bodies. Grasping the base of his penis, he began slipping it into her.

“Relax, luv” he murmured into her hair, “this will hurt.”

Elizabeth breathed in deeply, relaxing her body. As she breathed out, he drove himself into her firmly, smothering her soft outcry with his mouth. He held his body still to allow her body to adjust to him, as well as to attempt to regain some measure of control. He had never fucked a virgin before and the tightness of her almost undid him then and there.

“Are you alright?” he whispered.

Elizabeth took a shaky breath, then smiled wanly. “It’s going away, I’m better now,” she said.

At this reassurance, Jack began to move within her, gently at first, then harder as he realized she was no longer in pain. After a few minutes, he was forced to slow his thrusts; he didn’t want to cum too soon – he wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself, too.

This thought surprised him. He had never before concerned himself with the pleasure of his sexual partners. He had just assumed from all the moaning and thrashing that they were enjoying themselves.

Stopping for a moment, he grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and slid it under her ass, lifting her pelvis to provide him easier access. He sat back on his heels, admiring her body, then slid one hand down her body to cup her mons, the other hand still caressing her breast, the thumb stroking the sensitive nipple. Elizabeth moaned with pleasure as he pressed the heel of his hand into her clit. He began stroking her pussy gently with two fingers, thrusting slowly into her.

Elizabeth moaned softly and gyrated her hips against his pelvis. “Jack, please,” she panted.

Jack was unable to respond immediately. He looked down at her, sweat, panting, and flushed, and was awed. “Elizabeth…” he whispered.

Elizabeth took him by the shoulders, digging her nails in, and pulled him onto her. She rolled him over to one side and mounted him without allowing his dick to slip out of her body. Jack smirked, amused, as she snatched the red kerchief from his head and slipped it onto her own blonde head. “Now I’m the captain of the Black Pearl,” she announced, “and you, Mr. Sparrow, are my cabin boy.”

“What are your orders, Captain?” Jack said, his eyes lowered with mock humbleness.

“I want you to put your hands above your head and keep them there,” she said, “if you move them, you will be punished.”

Jack moved his hands behind his head and grinned up at her. The grin faded, however, as she began to move on him slowly. Sliding her hands up her body, she cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. Riding him faster, she began stroking her clit unabashedly, panting with the exertion and pleasure. Unable to contain himself any longer, Jack reached for her. Immediately, she stopped, making him almost scream with frustration and drop his hands to his sides.

“I told you not to move, Mr. Sparrow,” Elizabeth said firmly, “and now you must be punished.” Sliding off him, Elizabeth stood by the side of the bed, hands on her hips. “Get up,” she ordered. Obediently, Jack stood, head bowed meekly. Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed, knees apart, and pointed at the floor between her feet. “Kneel,” she said. Jack knelt. He was beginning to enjoy her little “captain fantasy.” It was certainly a new experience to be taking orders instead of giving them.

“Now,” Elizabeth announced, “You will place your hands behind your back – and I warn you, do not remove them or you will regret it!” She smirked at this, almost hoping he’d move them so she could show him what she meant.

Jack knelt there on the floor, dumbfounded, as she began masturbating not six inches from his face. Leaning forward slightly, he breathed in her scent. She was intoxicating! He groaned in frustration as Elizabeth began stroking herself more firmly, moaning loudly (and to be honest, a little more loudly than was necessary, just to torture him).

Jack groaned again as she slid two fingers into her pussy and began pumping them. With her opposite thumb, she rubbed her clit firmly.

“Jack,” she panted, “look at me.”

With difficulty, Jack tore his eyes away from her flashing fingers and looked at her face. Her breathing grew faster and faster, her eyes glazed, and her body shook as she began to climax. “Jack, Jack,” she cried, staring unseeingly into his eyes. Finally, she fell back onto the bed, exhausted, her body coated with a fine sheen of sweat. Weakly, she reached for him and Jack crawled onto the bed beside her. Gathering her into his harms, Jack cradled her in his arms, allowing her to recover.

They lay together for ten or fifteen minutes before Jack began caressing her again. He rolled himself on top of her and gently slid his dick into her. There were no niceties now – the hour was late and the pair still had work to do the next morning. He felt his orgasm approaching and buried his face in her neck, whimpering with his pleasure. To his shock, just as he felt the first spurt escaping from his penis, he felt her body tighten and shudder with yet another orgasm. Jack and Elizabeth cried out each other’s names as they clung together in ecstasy, their bodies shaking.

Jack rolled off Elizabeth and drew her into his arms, covering her considerately with a blanket so she wouldn’t chill as they slept. He kissed her softly on the forehead.

“I love you, Elizabeth,” he whispered.

“Love you, Jack,” Elizabeth mumbled as she drifted into sleep.