Find the Edge of Reason

Author's note: my thanks to the wonderful Ms Hide the Rum for being a great beta.

From previous chapter....
In one fluid motion, he bit her hip and sharply pulled her bodice. Shocked, her already hard nipples puckered further as the breeze flowed freely over them and she tried to hold back a moan as her body moved sinuously in the warm air, eliciting a hoarse groan from somewhere behind the man between her legs.


Part II - Initiation

Her eyes lifted sharply to find the origin of the sound. She fixed her eyes in horror to the man standing there intently watching them. Emotions swirled through her as she tried to clear her mind, but her body was still responding to the demands of one Captain Jack Sparrow, sprawled between her open legs. She leaned back on her elbows as his head moved down her midriff, lips seeking, tongue caressing; all consuming her presence of mind.

Dimly, she noted the other man’s eyes that were steadfastly fixed upon them;upon her, keenly observing;watching them, with avid interest. She watched as his eyes dropped to the pirate between her knees, roving over her exposed self and weakly, instinctively, she tried to close her legs.

The man that lay between her legs; he would not have that and, true pirate that he was, placed his palms on the inside of her thighs and held them firmly apart. Her body was shaking with want as his lips continued to lave over her skin, but clarity hit her brain as sharply his thumbs parted her nether lips, exposing her further. Her labia was swollen and glistening like a big red sweet bow on a gift box waiting to pulled apart, and he opened her like a child with a new toy, quickly and with a hint of impatience. He held her open as Mercer, the cold-blooded, right-hand man of Cutler Beckett; the man who killed her father’s friend at the harbour on the night of her own escape from Port Royal; the very man who followed her from Port Royal to the torrid depths of Tortuga, looked on greedily at the sight they presented.

She could see his hawk-like face was keen with interest as he took in the sight of her lying there, her bodice ripped to her waist, her skirts bunched at her hips. A slow, cold smile spread across his face and the tip of his tongue came out to run over his thin lips. She tried to move her eyes away but could not. She was held mesmerised by that knowing gaze.

She could feel a hand sliding back up her side, tracing small circles almost lazily over her skin. She tried to not react while Mercer’s eyes were upon her, but she felt shivers running down her spine as Jack’s hand moved over the curve of her breast to cup it gently from beneath. His fingers teased her skin and her breath came in slow whimpering gasps. She tried to twist around to place her nipple in his palm but Jack firmly kept his hand angled so he didn’t touch them - not yet.

His hands held her in place as he concentrated on other parts of her body. His tongue moved over the gentle swell of her hip, dipping into the hollow before lifting his head up and moving himself to her shoulder. He kissed it carefully, his tongue running its curve, moving down over the crease and towards the gentle swell of her breast. His hair teased her skin, excitement whorled in her stomach, causing goose bumps to rise once more. The flat of his hand moved from the slight underswell of her breast to nestle in the valley, and his fingers reached to tease the curve of her breasts. Her nipples tightened with anticipation and his lips moved teasingly over her skin, breathing in her scent, warm breath exploding on her skin, his tongue exploring every subtle variation, each change of texture, every part of her flesh.

The trail of moisture added to the excitement and as the breeze ran over it, and shivers ran down her body, erupting at the apex of her thighs. She felt bold, exposing herself before another person in such a blatant manner. Her legs were now open of their own volition, and she herself spread them farther under the chilly eyes of the man watching them. Mercer’s piercing stare met hers as Jack’s mouth travelled toward her awaiting nipple; she held his gaze as Jack’s tongue languidly circled around her breast, unhurriedly tasting her, touching her; causing her to emit a low moan and strained to keep herself on her elbows.

She bit her lip at the sensations that were flowing through her body, and she lifted herself higher to maintain the grip on Mercer’s intense eyes. She could see in his look that he enjoyed every sensation she emitted, every gasp excited him, every movement intensified his watching experience, and she felt herself getting more aroused at the very idea of being the sole entertainment for this man. As Jack’s lips captured her nipple in his mouth and his tongue drew circles around it, she felt a sharp tug in the pit of her stomach. She threw her head back and felt another flood of warmth between her legs. She could feel the moisture trickling down over the curve of her arse and knew that he must be watching her labia aroused; heavy, slick, and pulsating with desire.

As Jack moved his hands, his other hand over her other breast, his flattened palm passing over the nipple; the roughness of his hand created sensations that went directly to her core. She wanted more. She panted as his tongue drew circles over her nipple, his teeth capturing it and tugging gently. Her body shook; her breasts ached for more; and she let out another low moan. His fingers toyed with the other, pulled it gently, simulating the sensation of his mouth on the first, capturing it, freeing it, only to capture it once more. He dragged his mouth over to her second breast and roughly dragged his tongue over the already erect and sensitised tip. She jerked at the sensation and thrust her breast further into his awaiting mouth. He lifted his head abruptly and seized them both in his hands, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over the tips. She gasped at the roughness of his skin and jerked once, twice and moaned aloud, her head thrown as far back as she could. Her legs open at the knees, fell to the sand and she thrust her hips up towards him, wanting to desperately feel him; his legs, his body, almost anything to be placed against her aching body.

She could sense Mercer still standing there, knew that he was now gazing her most intimate of places, open as if for him. It excited her, that knowledge, almost as much as Jack bearing over her, his hands, lips and tongue working their magic. The thought of the man who was so cold, so sinister watching her reckless abandonment to a pirate just made the ache between her thighs swell to the point of almost exploding. She lifted her head and gazed up at him. He smiled slowly at her, his gaze locking her in place.

She could feel Jack moving, sliding up to climb over her. Slowly he made his way up the length of her body, sliding every part of him against her, the material rough to her sensitised skin, urging her to press herself harder against him. Softly he lifted himself off her, crawled to behind her head and lifted her torso off her elbows. He sat behind her with his legs on either side of her, pressing his thighs flush against her. Her body leapt at the renewed contact, but she felt dread as now nothing stood between her and Mercer’s gaze. Jack’s hand grasped her chin, pulling her head around to face him, captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his mouth plundering hers. Breathlessly they pulled apart, gazing at each other for a moment before he turned her face towards Mercer.

A shiver ran down her back as her eyes locked once more with Mercer’s intense stare while Jack’s warm lips feasted on her nape once more. Feasting not only were Jack’s lips doing that, but she could see Mercer’s eyes also feasting on her – on the picture she was sure she could see reflected. Those dark eyes seemed to eat her up, taking in her scantily clad state, the bunched up material at her waist, the bare chest and legs. No emotion showed on his face, but the more she thought about what he must be seeing, the more excited she became.

Lips caressed her flesh, she almost imagined them to be a combination of Mercer and Jack; wisps of warm breath coursed over her heated skin like the unfurling of a ship’s sail. Beads of moisture gathered and trickled down her neck, over her collarbone and she watched Mercer’s gaze follow it down as it slid over the curve of her breast to gather at the tip. She too watched it balanced at the tip before she felt it slide over and under the swell of her breast, ending its journey at her tense abdomen.

As she became heated with both the sun bearing down on her, the warmth of the body behind her, and her own flesh betraying her, she abandoned all pretence at modesty and arched sinuously as lips and tongue tasted, dipped and plundered her neck. She lifted her head, her eyes fastened back on Mercer, as she herself drew her knees up towards her chest, taking care to ensure that her breasts with their erect nipples were still visible to the man viewing them, parted her legs further as the ache grew between them. She wanted to take matters into her own hands, to open herself up for this impassive man before her and provoke him, make him show as much emotion as she was feeling.

Her shoulder was being lightly caressed by hands and lips over the curve, up to the base of her neck; lips parted to suck at the pulse found there and bit down. Groaning, she bent backwards, her breasts tilted up toward the sun, as if offering herself up to the gods themselves. Her bare feet tried to grip the ever moving sand, and her hips moved of their own accord as hands trailed over her shoulder, down the side of her breasts and flattened palms pressed over them. He cupped her small breasts roughly, squeezing them; the pain and pleasure caused enough to make her feel more wanton and aroused. Her nipples peeked out from between Jack’s fingertips, looking as if they were to inviting to be devoured. He grazed his fingernails over them, causing her to undulate her hips; with her feet finding purchase on the sand, she lifted herself towards the stoic man before her. She found her hand gripping Jack’s arm, her other going so far as to stroke her own heated flesh.

Jack tutted and grabbed at the offending hand and swatted it away. He ran his own fingers down over her stomach, teasing circles over her midriff and down towards the crease in her hip. He followed the line to her curls. He paused above her nub to grasp at both her thighs, sweeping his hands down to her knees and gripping behind them, parted them roughly as wide as they were able to go. He moved his hands, palm open up the inside of her leg, slowly, savouring each and every moment, knowing full well that she wanted him to touch her. He stilled his fingers at the top of her thighs on each side of her. She panted as her body screamed for him to touch her, to open her, to let her explode with these feelings that had been building since he first laid a hand on her.

Never mind that there was a more hated man before her. Never mind that he would be watching her most intimate moment or that she would be parting herself for his gaze, for mere entertainment and whoring herself for him. She didn’t care about that now. She focused hard on the man standing just mere metres away from her; glared at him even, as she challenged him by lifting her heels, held her own legs up with her own hands behind her own knees and waited for Jack to part her most intimate lips before his gaze.

She could feel Jack, her perfect pirate, holding his hands still and then without warning plunged down, spreading her open with one hand, his forefinger and thumb carefully angled so that Mercer could see it to full effect. Although highly anticipated, her body still jolted at the unexpected touch and she almost keened at the feelings it evoked. His other hand touched her intimately, and the tip of his index finger dipped into her and slowly spread the juices across her lips. She shuddered slightly, still holding Mercer’s gaze as Jack ran his finger in tiny circles, spreading her moistness over her. She could feel his hand tracing circles through her curls, his hair tickling the inside of her thighs, his palm cupping her mound and she could feel the anticipation and excitement building higher in her.

As Jack’s hands drifted lower, her mind found it difficult to differentiate between her thoughts and reality. It seemed that Jack and Mercer were starting to combine in her mind and her body became inflamed with the heady thoughts.

She watched as Mercer’s eyes darkened, his tongue running over his suddenly dry lips, she too mimicked the movement as she felt her tension coil tighter inside her. He still did not move from his spot, but she felt as if he was right between her knees just from the heat of his gaze. She found herself yearning to feel him against her, to feel his touch, his fingers stroking her moist flesh, lingering at her opening.

She felt Jack’s finger sliding its way inside her, and she found it difficult to breathe as his hand toyed with her clit. One, then two fingers inched their way inside her, languidly, as if they had Father Time on their side, all the while rubbing slow circles over her, inciting her further. Her body curved backwards as she roiled and twisted in the hope of getting him to move faster. A slow laugh sounded in her ear as he moved his fingers out, unhurriedly, almost lazily, as if knowing full well that she was cursing at him in her head. He deliberately pulled back the hood covering her nub, rubbed the pad of his thumb over her exposed clit and her body bowed forward as a shudder racked her body. He pressed again on her clit as he bit down in the curve of her shoulder, and her body writhed and twisted at the explosion of feeling running riotously through her. His fingers paused at her opening, and she could feel it, her dampness, become almost a deluge as he spread her over his fingers, lubricating them before slipping his forefinger back inside her. He twisted it slightly as he slid it in and out of her tightness, the rings cold on her heated flesh.

Mercer’s stare was dark and cold and she shivered despite herself. She knew that he could see all of her, her breasts unfettered, the nipples still hard and erect, her skirts heavy at her waist, framing her opening, her bare legs in the air, spread and open like her very core and still she could feel the moistness growing between her legs, running like a river, spilling down over the curve of her arse. She watched as he took out his knife and cleaned it while watching her. She could almost imagine that Mercer was imagining sliding it inside her, in place of Jack’s fingers. The thought made her moister and excited her even more. The thought of the cold metal sliding over her heated flesh was more than she could bear.

She panted and writhed, aching to have this feeling released and Jack’s fingers were moving in too slow circles over her clit, rubbing moisture from her opening over her flesh, causing it to feel slick and heaven help her, wondrous. Desperately, she pushed against his hand, her mind and body wanting more than a simple release.

to be continued...