Apprentice To The Sorcerer

I gasped against his mouth as his fingers deftly parted my labia. He felt my slickness with a gentle finger, biting down on my bottom lip as that finger rubbed the walls just inside my opening. Against my belly, his cock jerked. “Aye,” he breathed, releasing my lip only to talk against my mouth. “And to what do I owe this honor?” As he spoke he reached higher up inside me, feeling. I quivered all over as he touched my barrier. “You wouldn’t give this to your blacksmith,” he went on, his voice dropping. His finger withdrew.

Before I could even give voice to my disappointment or even find the semblance of an answer, Jack had my hand. He curled my fingers into a fist, all but one, and took me to my own opening. “Burning or not, you’re offering and I’m taking,” he vowed, his dark eyes absorbing me. He leaned in, tilted my head with his jaw, and touched his lips to my throat as he eased my finger up inside of me. “You should feel it at least once before I take it,” he murmured against my skin. “You’ll never get it back. Even if such a thing could happen, I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

His statement left no room for debate and I loved it even as it terrified me. I obeyed the insistent pull of his hand, my eyes locked to his. I saw them dilate when I clenched around our fingers. It felt strange to touch myself inside. The slickened walls around me felt like wet satin. Jack held my wrist, keeping me from retreating when I grew uncomfortable. “Just a little farther,” he urged softly, releasing my eyes to bite my earlobe. I shivered in his embrace, feeling myself coming undone. He breathed against me, flexed his hard body over me. “I want you to feel that little piece of skin that means so much and yet means nothing. Say goodbye to it.”

I moaned as I hit it. It felt hateful to me. It stood in the way.

Jack let go of my wrist. “Float, Lizzie,” he whispered in my ear. “Lay back and float.”

“I don’t want to let go of you,” I confessed, clutching at his shoulder. I trembled all over now, vibrated with excitement and raw hunger. Jack could teach me about myself, about my body. I loved him, loved what he could do to me no matter how much I protested. If he stopped now I would find a sword to fall on.

“Lizzie,” Jack said gently, nuzzling my neck. “Nothing could drag me away from you,” he whispered, divining my fear. “Let me do this right if I am to do it; you’re giving me a gift and I want to give to you in return.” He stroked my back, my hips, his agile fingers skimming over my skin so lightly I felt goose bumps break out all over my body.

I made myself relax. Jack eased me back into the water until I floated. His hands cupped my buttocks. I felt his hair drape over my legs and belly, and then…

And then ecstasy boiled up between my legs. Jack’s tongue lashed out to taste the tiny pearl there. I bucked, nearly submerging myself, but my desperate hands found the edge of the pool. “Keep a good grip,” Jack rumbled, flicking over me again to make me cry out. “There’s no one to save you from drowning but me, yet again.”

I lost all power to speak. The sensations Jack brought only barely seemed familiar; they were too strong. Nothing I’d ever done to myself had felt like this. I felt needy, wanting, desperate to have a growing emptiness inside me filled. Demand tightened my walls. My legs wanted to move far, far apart and so I let them. Jack’s growl of approval vibrated my clit, sent shockwaves of molten pleasure through my pelvis. “God, Lizzie,” he groaned. “You taste like paradise. I knew you would.”

Jack inserted a finger in me. I clamped down, frantic for that sensation. He groaned against my quivering flesh, pushing farther inside. I felt him stretching me, the unusual pressure giving resistance to his probing. I wanted him so badly I believed I would burst. “Jack, Jack,” I chanted, breathless, falling apart. “Please, please!”

Jack replaced his mouth with his thumb, tracing my clit in maddeningly slow circles. “How long have you wanted me, Lizzie?” he asked, his voice as dark and warm as our bath. He nipped my belly, dragged his tongue across my naval. His rhythm never faltered. “And how do you want me?” He sped the thumb’s movements slightly, promising more. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Just tell me.”

“Oh God, Jack,” I gasped. I teetered on the edge of orgasm. Everything centered on his hands, my body, this hot, wet oasis.

“Mmmm,” he said softly. “No, sorry. I’m just your captain, and now, your lover.” Again he slightly increased his speed, pushing down against my clit just a little more. Two long and slender fingers slid inside me. “I’ve wanted you for years. And I want you every way I can have you.” He pushed, spreading my walls open further. His voice dropped so low it seemed wrung from the very depths of his chest. “You surrendered and I’m going to plunder you utterly.”

I broke apart. Howling my pleasure, I arched, bucking against him. Molten desire burst inside my womb, took my breath and stole my sight. I felt his body cover mine, his lips close over my mouth. His tongue entered me, entwined with mine as the orgasm stole my very breath. He tasted of gunpowder, lemons and my own fluids. “Jack,” I groaned, feeling his so-soft mouth and sharp teeth. My pelvis rocked like ocean waves, riding the pleasure he brought.

Jack wrapped his arms around me, sitting with me straddling him. I felt the hardness of his body, the supple lines of sinew and muscle that made him so strong, so agile. His cock felt like iron. I opened my eyes, gasping as I slid against it, meeting his half-lidded gaze. I felt exhilarated, wanted more. “Just tell me what to do,” I whispered. “I don’t know.” I braced myself against his chest with the flat of my hand, feeling leftover oil coating hard muscle. “I want to please you,” I confessed. “I’ve dreamed of pleasing you.”

Jack shuddered. His dilated eyes kindled yet another fire inside me, fanned to life what I though had been reduced to embers. “Lizzie,” he breathed, pulling me into an embrace and enclosing me in his arms. “Everything you do delights me.” His hand came up to cradle the back of my head, gently guiding my face into his abundance of hair. “This is when I’m supposed to satisfy you, dearie, not the other way around.” Cradling me thusly, he whispered in my ear. “Rest a moment.”

For long minutes he held me, allowing me to calm, to catch my breath. I relaxed against his masculine body, hardly believing he had me in his arms. Yet, his hard length at the junction of my legs did not abate; I could not deny he held me. The pulse of his heartbeat pushed against me there, throbbing in time with my own. The water did nothing to wash away my lubrication. I grew drunk on the scent of him, the tang of hot male, of molasses, of musk and patchouli and arousal.

This soft time made my heart fully painful with love for him. Such gentleness after the force of his attention spoke deeply of the man Jack was. He had control of himself, though his body shifted with pleasure at my every movement no matter how small. All that strength, all that control, deeply pressured and yet still so ironclad. He possessed the strongest will, a will that thrust him face first into life and sustained him through everything. Nothing could beat him down, not even death.

The breadth of his forgiveness opened, and I fell inside it. I hadn’t understood anything. Jack, pirate and rouge, held more generosity and humanity in his wiry frame than the most lauded holy man. That he would pleasure me, care for me, protect me, nurture me, and guide me no matter how I came to him, filled me with awe. But to match his benevolence, he had within him the willingness to kill. I’d attested capable of the same. And from the very beginning, he’d known it. He’d known it.

He really had been happy to see me turn pirate. I’d proven him right.

All that knowledge, all that cunning, all that quiet, awesome power, and he wanted me.

He took no trouble to pretend anything else.

I wanted him more than freedom, more than the sea, more even than my pride. And I ached for him. I yearned to belong to him in body and soul. “Jack,” I whispered in his ear. “Make me yours, please. I so want to be yours.”

Jack’s groan reverberated against and throughout my chest. He shifted his hips. The nearly frictionless glide of our watered, oiled skins felt like silk on silk. The tip of him pressed against my opening, large and hard. “Whatever you want, Lizzie,” he said lowly. “Whatever you want.” It was a promise, a benediction, and a prayer.

He thrust up inside of me.

The pain was nothing, but Jack stretched me past what I’d expected, went deeper than what I believed possible. Impaled upon him, I cried out, bucking for more. He hissed, taking my arse in both hands to open me even wider, yet to also hold me still. “Oh, fuck,” he swore, laying his forehead on my shoulder. “Don’t move, Lizzie,” he whispered. “Let a man adjust.”

I trembled with the effort to do as he said. He felt huge inside of me, huge, hot and hard. Instinct begged me to move, to slide him in and out. I clenched upon him, desperate to increase the friction. He jerked, threw his head back. Every cord in his neck stood out. He ground me down against him, pushing even farther, hitting the very limit of me. It felt so good, satisfied me inside of the unusual pain. I squeezed him again and again, drawing pleasure from how he filled me so utterly.

Jack came up on his knees, erupted out of his easy position. I fell back, supported by his hands around my waist. Wrapping my legs around him, I forced myself down as hard as I could manage, squeezed him with legs and cunt, desperate to increase our friction.

The gentle light in Jack’s dark eyes flared to animal intensity.

I cried out as he withdrew to the tip, slamming back into me hard. “You want me to fuck you, Lizzie?” he asked, growling. “You want me hard?” His banded steel arms wrapped around me, pushed me down as his pelvis snapped upward. The blow knocked the wind from me. “Tired of being a good girl?” His guttural voice seemed pushed from the depths of the sea. “Then I’ll make damn sure being a bad one is rewarding.”

I lost myself. Again he drove into me, setting a brutal rhythm with his hips that labored my breath. Every blow to my cervix came as the sweetest ache, for he stretched me, filled me, demanded of me my body. I clawed at his arms, his chest, scrabbling for purchase on his hard, slick flesh. “Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Jack, oh yes! Fuck me!” His animal rhythm tore into my deepest recesses, flooded me with satisfaction. This was what I had wanted for so long, had waited for without knowing why.

My hands reached for him, grabbed his hair. Using the double hold, I hauled myself even more firmly upon him, spreading my legs as wide as I could. The trembling of my womb began, tightening and loosening in spasms. Jack wrapped an arm under me, pushing his other hand against my sensitive clit. “That’s it, Lizzie,” he growled. “I want to see you come apart. Come for me.”

I did as he commanded. The orgasm wracked my body. I seized up, dragging his head down by his hair and clinging to him with both legs. Thrashing, shrieking, I milked his cock in blissful spasms.

Jack groaned. The sound of his torturous pleasure forced another climax in me, barely at the end of the last. He hissed, banding his arms around me. “Mother of God,” he cursed, his head snapping back. His hips lifted me. He speared me, pounded into my still quivering pussy. I felt a sting at the right edge of my nape and knew he had bitten me, but I didn’t care. His heavy strikes against my cervix, the stretching of my canal, his dominion, all crashed through me like a tsunami. I howled, tearing into his back with my short, jagged nails.

“Yes, Lizzie, yes” Jack growled. “Rip me apart and see if I quit fucking you.” He slammed into me hard, pushing up with his tireless hips and down with his arms. “I could fuck you with a knife in my back.”

I felt the insistent build of another climax, but this one gripped me in a power that made the others seem weak. My womb contracted like a clenched fist. I wrenched my head up, meeting Jack’s burning stare. His eyes widened as I deliberately clutched him with all my might, wringing his cock as the orgasm claimed me. A breathless moment hung between us. Shuddering, Jack attempted to push me away and I knew his climax loomed immanent. I hugged him tightly, for all I was worth, prevented his withdrawl with legs and arms.

“Lizzie,” he moaned.

“Let it happen,” I panted. “Come in me, Jack.”

Snarling, gasping, Jack heaved against me. The throes of his pleasure tipped me over again, bringing us to heaven at the same moment. We slipped down into the water with only our heads above it, but only because Jack retained enough control to manage such a feat; I had no control left. I felt boneless. Blackness curled around my peripheral sight.

Jack leaned against the wall of the tub, dragging me with him. Falling limply against his rapidly moving chest, I listened to the sound of his pounding heart. My cunt still spasmed gently around his manhood.

The trickle of water, the stillness of the chamber and the sound of our breathing made for a comforting symphony. Jack slowly ran his hand over my hair, savoring me, petting me. Drowsy, warm, satiated, I simply enjoyed the attention. Nuzzling his neck, I pressed an open mouthed kiss to his flesh. A sigh of pleasure eased past his lips. I smiled.

“And what are you smiling at?” Jack asked, voice lazy and amused.

“I went on the account,” I answered, having to force my sore vocal cords into compliance. “But Captain Jack Sparrow hammered at my waterline until he sank me anyway.”

Jack’s head dropped to the ledge of our tub. A helpless chuckle crept past his lips. “You nurture an already over-developed ego, Lizzie, you know that?” He lifted his head to kiss my brow, wrapped me in a gentle hug with his long arms. I felt him stiffen slightly. He traced his mark upon with a tender touch. “I hurt you,” he murmured, voice full of regret. “I’m so sorry. One pain couldn’t be avoided, but this one could have.”

“Oh Jack,” I mumbled, feeling sleep tugging at my eyelids. “I didn’t care and I still don’t.” Yawning, I groped for his hand and tugged it down to my hip. “You’ve done me,” I pronounced. “I feel like sleeping.”

“We can’t sleep in here, comfortable as it may be,” Jack said. “But I’ll be damned if I feel like walking all the way back to the Pearl.”

“We don’t have to. I have a bed set up in the main chamber.” I struggled to sit, wincing as we came apart from each other. I stung inside, though slightly. “Mokulu really did bring the oil and soap, along with provisions for us to stay here tonight.” I smiled up into Jack’s attentive face, letting my twinkle shine through. “My brother approves.”

“Apparently,” Jack murmured, reaching up to stroke my cheek. “But he’s been glaring at me for weeks and weeks.”

“You aren’t exactly subtle with your approach,” I said, my smile widening. “It took him awhile to get used to the idea.” I ran my hand over his bicep, feeling the hard muscle under the flesh. “He won’t interfere with the dance now, won’t cut in.”

“He wasn’t an obstacle anyway,” Jack rumbled.

I sobered a little. “I know. Still, this was perfect and I’m not sorry I waited.”

Jack smiled. “That’s what I want to hear, Lizzie-beth,” he said. He leaned down and touch his lips to mine. “Never be sorry.”

Our kiss brought my every fantasy of tender sweetness to life. Jack allowed me to lead, exchanging my every stroke with one of his own. Our tongues met, caressed, and parried. His gentle bite to my bottom lip sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I melted onto him like hot butter, sighing. “Shall we go to bed?”

“Aye.” Jack began to move, then stopped. “While in this tub, perhaps ye ought to bear down?”

“I don’t understand,” I murmured, frowning.

“Bear down like you have to relieve your bladder,” he instructed. His eyes heated. “You didn’t let me withdraw. It’s too late for anything but half-measures now, but the pressure should push a bit of my seed out of you.” Jack looked into my eyes. “Why did you want the risk?”

“Obeying instinct,” I answered quietly. “Are you angry with me?”

He smiled. The heat in his eyes banked to embers, replaced by tender admiration. “No, Lizzie, I’m not. Even I couldn’t miss that gesture.”

I smiled hesitantly as I understood my gesture had been appreciated. Then, my smile grew a bit. He could have broken away from me at the end, no matter how I’d been wrapped around him. But he’d given me what I wanted.

Jack always gave me what I wanted.

“I probably won’t get pregnant,” I said softly. “High temperature impedes getting pregnant and we’ve been in this bath a long time.” I pushed on his shoulder. “I’m getting soggy, by the way.”

Jack assisted me from the pool. I stared at his body, amazed at what I’d had inside me. “Jack,” I said carefully. “I’m not sure my dhakari was much larger than yours.”

Jack gave a small laugh as he scooped up our clothes. He held his arm out to me. “All I want is to please you,” he answered, turning me toward the corridor. “I’m big enough that measuring is immeasurably memorable, not momentous.” Smiling down at me, he brushed his lips across mine.

I pulled his hat out of his hands and jammed it down on his head for old time’s sake. A spark lit his eyes. “That’s my Lizzie,” he said softly. “Were ye as naked then as ye are now I’d have forgotten about getting away, no doubt.” His eyes flicked down me. “Then again, wet muslin left little to the imagination. I loved holding you close.”

“Your sword hilt kept sticking into me,” I said lightly. “I wouldn’t have known.”

“T’wasn’t me sword hilt,” Jack grinned. “You think Norrington reacted so badly without cause?” Jack leaned in to nuzzle my neck.

I shivered. “You were sticking me with your cock,” I said, trying to make my voice flat and failing.

“I couldn’t help it.” Jack began to lead me through the rock passage, leaving our candle in the tub room. “Still, weren’t you excited to meet me? I was excited to meet you.”

“More than anyone knew,” I admitted. “I was civilized then.”

“You still are, Lizzie dear, but you have a nice, barbarous streak to balance it out.”

I let that slide without comment. Likely, Jack stood correctly on his judgment. The same could be said of him, of course. He stopped when he saw our waiting bed, his gaze turning upward to the starry sky that hovered above it. A whimsical smile stretched his lips. “I couldn’t have told you, so you must have been acting instinctually…again.”

“Told me what?” I brushed the most of the cave dirt off my feet and climbed inside the blankets. From this angle I saw Jack’s muscle definition in a different way. Also, I got a closer look at his cock. Still, I wondered how that had been inside of me and felt so good.

Jack piled our clothes up on his side of the makeshift bed. He took his hat off and put it on top. “I used to lay here at night, when da and I made land,” he answered. “The wind coming through the entrance goes directly out the top, so even rain doesn’t come in.” He sat, brushed his feet off. “I loved the sneaky view.”

I looked at the marks I’d made on his back and forgot the conversation. “Oh Jack,” I said. “I hurt you, too.”

Jack threw his head over his shoulder to look at me, smirking. “I thought you might,” he replied. “Believe me, I don’t mind.” He eased into the blankets with me, rolled and leaned up over me with an elbow braced beside my shoulder. His smell and comforting heat combined with his muscle made my mouth go dry. “I hope,” he murmured close to my ear, “to have many marks by tomorrow’s close.”

I laced my arms around his waist. “I don’t want to mark you, but I do want more of this.”

“So do I.” Jack kissed the side of my temple. “I want this every day.”

“But not in your cabin,” I said softly.

Jack drew back to look at me. No trace of silliness, his eyes regarded me somberly. “Whatever you want, Lizzie,” he murmured easily. “But why not?”

I touched his face. Thinking of his bed sheets, I smiled. “You’ve never taken any woman in there, am I right?”

His eyes told me I spoke truly before his lips did. A little smile raised the corner of his mouth. “No, I haven’t,” he admitted readily.

“Then you’ll understand if I don’t want to take the one space that belongs entirely to you,” I answered. “You’ve already given me yourself, a place on your island, and the whereabouts of this cave. Your cabin on the Pearl should stay yours.” I paused as a bad thought hit me. “I’m still in your crew, aren’t I? This didn’t change that?”

Jack closed his eyes. He seemed in the grip of some great emotion. Fearfully, I watched him shiver.

“Lizzie,” he said at last, opening his eyes. They shone like wet amber. “You didn’t just give me your body tonight, did you?”

His limpid gaze went to my core. “No,” I whispered, suddenly very afraid. Had this meant more to me than him? Did he prepare to inform me my love one-sided? It made me sick to even give it one second’s thought. “I waited,” I said, wanting to explain. “I waited until I thought neither one of us would have a broken heart.” Swallowing hard, I blinked back a tear. “Was I wrong?”

Jack opened his mouth to speak but I pushed on, suddenly very, very afraid I would turn him away if he thought I meant to hold him to some relationship. “You don’t have to keep to me,” I said, though it broke my heart to tell him so. “I’m not trying to hold you down, Jack.” I touched the side of his face, imploring him with my eyes to understand I wouldn’t take his freedom. “Whatever you want to give me, I’ll be satisfied with.”

Silently, Jack took my hand. His eyes, so large and dark, closed. “Lizzie,” he murmured, his voice strained and raw. “There be nothing in this world I wouldn’t give you, and what you’re trying so hard not to ask of me, you already have.” He lay flat, pulled me close to his body and engulfed me in his warm embrace. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, made flesh to walk and delight me.” His lips touched the corner of my eye, drinking my tears. “I couldn’t take you out of my soul if I ripped my heart out.”

Jack stroked my face with the back of his calloused hand. “I hold nothing back from you, Lizzie, nothing. Whatever you want from me is yours.” His voice lowered as his hand dipped to caress my throat. “I’d send the Pearl back to her watery grave if you but asked me.”

“I’d never,” I protested. My throat had closed from the inside, such emotion gripped me.

“I know,” he answered. “My Lizzie asks me for nothing.” He pressed his lips past my tears, over my temple, and to my forehead, bringing his body up over mine. “My Lizzie is a treasure her own self.”

“Jack,” I said, flooded with my love for him.

“Shhh,” he whispered, rolling us. I now lay atop him. Staring up into my eyes, he smiled. “Lay on me all night Lizzie,” he commanded softly. “Don’t you dare move. Anchor me down. I feel I might drift away to my star.”

I placed my head on his shoulder, closed my eyes, felt his heart beating underneath me. My own heart felt very, very full.