Opium II - J/E, NC/17
Title: Opium, Chapter II (50 Smutlets table 1 #24, voyeurism )
Author: sage_laurel
Rating: Adult, NC/17.
Pairings: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the smut in my brain.
Author's Notes: Each chapter of this story is also a prompt from my 50_smutlets table
http://sage-laurel.livejournal.com/6240.html.
Opium II
Silence enveloped Jack and Elizabeth as they slipped into smoke and darkness.The tea she'd drunk was making Elizabeth warm, tingling, anxious to alleviate the tightness and heat between her thighs. But Jack had plans, he'd said. The night is still young, love.
They ascended the dim stairwell with a quickness that would have caused Elizabeth great embarassment had she been sober and known what lay ahead. But Jack was unapologetic in his pursuits of all things carnal, and so they hurried.
Madam Zhao had directed Jack to a room at the end of the hallway, and with a creak the door opened before them. It was naught but a closet, save for an opening cut in the wall that looked into the adjacent room. A silk curtain hung over the opening on the side of the other room, and the closet was in full dark. A single chair stood forlornly in the small space.
Jack sat himself upon the chair, tossing his tricorne aside as he pulled Elizabeth into his lap, hands overlapping around her waist. " Its amazing what a little extra coin will buy you, isn't it, love?"
" And what did it buy us, Jack?" She wriggled in his lap, trying to soothe the erotic ache of unsated lust.
" A show, pet. A chance to watch." He nibbled her earlobe as the larger room came slowly into light. "Hush now, its beginning."
Through the silk curtain a man and a woman could be seen entering, the light from the lantern making them visible but the darkness of the closet obscuring the watchers from their view. The woman was most assuredly one of the whores, a woman of dark hair and eyes with the striking oriental features that set them apart from any other women Elizabeth had ever seen. The man was much taller, in pirate's clothes and blond hair pulled into an untidy queue. He was not as bedraggled as most pirates she'd seen in her days, Elizabeth thought, might have even been handsome in a proper uniform. But all thought swum away as the woman unceremoniously pulled her dress over her head, exposing a petite expanse of pale skin. She then took the pirate's clothing to task, unbuckling belts and unbuttoning breeches until the pirate was also naked.
Elizabeth had never seen a man naked, save for Jack, and she felt a twinge of something not unlike shame, which quickly gave way to lurid curiosity. The man's backside faced the curtain as the whore began to stroke him, small quick hands flying over tattooed skin. He turned to the side and Elizabeth couldn't take her eyes from his arousal, the whore's hands on it. She'd imagined all men were the same, there, but this pirate was small in girth, smaller than Jack, though longer. Thoughts on Jack's sexual anatomy grew as she felt the aforementioned bit pressing into her bottom. She shifted on it and heard Jack hiss, pulling her harder against him as the couple in the room fell towards the bed.
Hands and bodies tangled, the foreplay short but heated. The tea they'd drunk downstairs made the whole scene seem unreal, made her unafraid of being caught watching. She felt she could almost feel Jack's hands on her as the man reached between the girl's legs, feel the pull of Jack's mouth on her nipples as the pirate suckled the whore. Elizabeth found herself growing even more damp, her nipples tight against her rough linen shirt. She wanted to cast it off; her clothing felt itchy and restrictive. Her shock at finding herself in a brothel with Jack was gone, replaced by a lust that felt like invisible fingers on her skin, ghost lovers around her and inside her.
When the man lay back on the bed, the whore took him into her mouth for a few wet strokes and then mounted him, his arousal disappearing inside her. The bodies began moving, voices grunting their lust in 2 languages. Never had she before witnessed the blatant spectacle of sexual intercourse. She'd often wondered how Jack looked during lovemaking; longed to watch the clench of his buttocks as he drove into her and the play of muscles in his back and arms as he moved. In brief moments of insecurity, she'd wondered how she looked to Jack, how her body appeared, how she measured up to the innumerable women he'd had. Despite her intoxication, she wondered if the arousal pressing against her was not for her.
Elizabeth turned half around against Jack just as the whore's customer flipped the woman around onto hands and knees, gripping her small hips as he began driving into her from behind.
"Do you think she's beautiful, Jack?," she whispered, hand slipping inside his shirt to trace his collarbone, "Are you thinking of fucking her? Being in that other man's place?" Jack's heart beat strong and quick under her hand, breath warm and tobacco-scented. He urged her to turn back around, his hands sliding down her breeches-clad thighs. "No, love, don't want her. 'M thinking of you, taking you like that, on hands and knees, your back arching up, your hips tight against me. Can get so deep that way, and still use my fingers on you..."
She felt limp and helpless in Jack's lap, her whole body paralyzed with desire. Jack drew his finger up the inseam of her breeches to rest in the warm furrow between her legs. Groaning, she parted them, wordlessly begging as she watched the pair on the other side of the curtain grow more wild in their intercourse. Jack's ragged fingernail scratched over the fabric, the maddening touch overwhelming and yet nowhere close to enough to satisfy her. The friction of the seam against her naked sex beneath her breeches tightened her nipples further and leaned her back against Jack, her head on his shoulder, breath panting against his scratchy neck.She was so wet, it was impossible for him not to feel it against his leg. She tried to rub her pelvis against his finger but he'd have none of it; he drew his hand away when she pressed. His erection thrust solid as iron into her backside, but he made no move to give either of them relief, he just scratched lightly against the seam, up and down, up and down. She tasted his lust on his skin as she flicked her tongue down his neck, felt his breathing grow shallow.
Raising her head just in time, the pair in the room screamed their culmination, the woman tossing her head and arching her hips back against the man's as he shook and groaned and finally ripped himself from her body, spending his fluids against her thigh. At the same instant, Jack urged her to turn and face him, and took her mouth in a hard plundering kiss. She straddled his thigh and he allowed her purchase to grind against it, the rough cloth of their breeches providing enough delicious friction to send her over the edge. She muffled her groan against Jack's mouth, felt the wetness of her climax seeping onto his leg.
Before she'd recovered, the couple in the room had cleaned themselves and begun dressing. Elizabeth let herself lay against Jack's chest, silent and sweaty, until the large room was vacant.
"I'd never thought to watch other people, " she murmured, face buried in Jack's tangled hair, "I do believe you're quite a bad influence, Jack Sparrow."
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, love," Jack replied with a sly smily, " and I am most certainly a terrible influence. Which will only get more apparent before our stay here is done." Jack pulled her hand to rest on his unattended arousal. Jack let her stroke him for a moment before setting her on her feet and herding her out the door.
They left the dark room for the long hallway, and when they turned the corner Jack pulled a key from his sash. "I think you're in need of quite a bit more corrupting, my pet....", and opened another door, drawing her into the unknown.
*** to be continued..***
A/N: thanks for sticking with me, with all the crap lately. So sorry its taken me forever. I hope everyone enjoys it, its been really hard to get back into the swing. But its getting easier now...thanks, guys, really. - Laurel
Feedback is greatly appreciated...after all, thats how fanfic writers get paid. And feedback makes Ch. 3 come quicker!! Concrit welcomed!!
Author: sage_laurel
Rating: Adult, NC/17.
Pairings: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the smut in my brain.
Author's Notes: Each chapter of this story is also a prompt from my 50_smutlets table
http://sage-laurel.livejournal.com/6240.html.
Opium II
Silence enveloped Jack and Elizabeth as they slipped into smoke and darkness.The tea she'd drunk was making Elizabeth warm, tingling, anxious to alleviate the tightness and heat between her thighs. But Jack had plans, he'd said. The night is still young, love.
They ascended the dim stairwell with a quickness that would have caused Elizabeth great embarassment had she been sober and known what lay ahead. But Jack was unapologetic in his pursuits of all things carnal, and so they hurried.
Madam Zhao had directed Jack to a room at the end of the hallway, and with a creak the door opened before them. It was naught but a closet, save for an opening cut in the wall that looked into the adjacent room. A silk curtain hung over the opening on the side of the other room, and the closet was in full dark. A single chair stood forlornly in the small space.
Jack sat himself upon the chair, tossing his tricorne aside as he pulled Elizabeth into his lap, hands overlapping around her waist. " Its amazing what a little extra coin will buy you, isn't it, love?"
" And what did it buy us, Jack?" She wriggled in his lap, trying to soothe the erotic ache of unsated lust.
" A show, pet. A chance to watch." He nibbled her earlobe as the larger room came slowly into light. "Hush now, its beginning."
Through the silk curtain a man and a woman could be seen entering, the light from the lantern making them visible but the darkness of the closet obscuring the watchers from their view. The woman was most assuredly one of the whores, a woman of dark hair and eyes with the striking oriental features that set them apart from any other women Elizabeth had ever seen. The man was much taller, in pirate's clothes and blond hair pulled into an untidy queue. He was not as bedraggled as most pirates she'd seen in her days, Elizabeth thought, might have even been handsome in a proper uniform. But all thought swum away as the woman unceremoniously pulled her dress over her head, exposing a petite expanse of pale skin. She then took the pirate's clothing to task, unbuckling belts and unbuttoning breeches until the pirate was also naked.
Elizabeth had never seen a man naked, save for Jack, and she felt a twinge of something not unlike shame, which quickly gave way to lurid curiosity. The man's backside faced the curtain as the whore began to stroke him, small quick hands flying over tattooed skin. He turned to the side and Elizabeth couldn't take her eyes from his arousal, the whore's hands on it. She'd imagined all men were the same, there, but this pirate was small in girth, smaller than Jack, though longer. Thoughts on Jack's sexual anatomy grew as she felt the aforementioned bit pressing into her bottom. She shifted on it and heard Jack hiss, pulling her harder against him as the couple in the room fell towards the bed.
Hands and bodies tangled, the foreplay short but heated. The tea they'd drunk downstairs made the whole scene seem unreal, made her unafraid of being caught watching. She felt she could almost feel Jack's hands on her as the man reached between the girl's legs, feel the pull of Jack's mouth on her nipples as the pirate suckled the whore. Elizabeth found herself growing even more damp, her nipples tight against her rough linen shirt. She wanted to cast it off; her clothing felt itchy and restrictive. Her shock at finding herself in a brothel with Jack was gone, replaced by a lust that felt like invisible fingers on her skin, ghost lovers around her and inside her.
When the man lay back on the bed, the whore took him into her mouth for a few wet strokes and then mounted him, his arousal disappearing inside her. The bodies began moving, voices grunting their lust in 2 languages. Never had she before witnessed the blatant spectacle of sexual intercourse. She'd often wondered how Jack looked during lovemaking; longed to watch the clench of his buttocks as he drove into her and the play of muscles in his back and arms as he moved. In brief moments of insecurity, she'd wondered how she looked to Jack, how her body appeared, how she measured up to the innumerable women he'd had. Despite her intoxication, she wondered if the arousal pressing against her was not for her.
Elizabeth turned half around against Jack just as the whore's customer flipped the woman around onto hands and knees, gripping her small hips as he began driving into her from behind.
"Do you think she's beautiful, Jack?," she whispered, hand slipping inside his shirt to trace his collarbone, "Are you thinking of fucking her? Being in that other man's place?" Jack's heart beat strong and quick under her hand, breath warm and tobacco-scented. He urged her to turn back around, his hands sliding down her breeches-clad thighs. "No, love, don't want her. 'M thinking of you, taking you like that, on hands and knees, your back arching up, your hips tight against me. Can get so deep that way, and still use my fingers on you..."
She felt limp and helpless in Jack's lap, her whole body paralyzed with desire. Jack drew his finger up the inseam of her breeches to rest in the warm furrow between her legs. Groaning, she parted them, wordlessly begging as she watched the pair on the other side of the curtain grow more wild in their intercourse. Jack's ragged fingernail scratched over the fabric, the maddening touch overwhelming and yet nowhere close to enough to satisfy her. The friction of the seam against her naked sex beneath her breeches tightened her nipples further and leaned her back against Jack, her head on his shoulder, breath panting against his scratchy neck.She was so wet, it was impossible for him not to feel it against his leg. She tried to rub her pelvis against his finger but he'd have none of it; he drew his hand away when she pressed. His erection thrust solid as iron into her backside, but he made no move to give either of them relief, he just scratched lightly against the seam, up and down, up and down. She tasted his lust on his skin as she flicked her tongue down his neck, felt his breathing grow shallow.
Raising her head just in time, the pair in the room screamed their culmination, the woman tossing her head and arching her hips back against the man's as he shook and groaned and finally ripped himself from her body, spending his fluids against her thigh. At the same instant, Jack urged her to turn and face him, and took her mouth in a hard plundering kiss. She straddled his thigh and he allowed her purchase to grind against it, the rough cloth of their breeches providing enough delicious friction to send her over the edge. She muffled her groan against Jack's mouth, felt the wetness of her climax seeping onto his leg.
Before she'd recovered, the couple in the room had cleaned themselves and begun dressing. Elizabeth let herself lay against Jack's chest, silent and sweaty, until the large room was vacant.
"I'd never thought to watch other people, " she murmured, face buried in Jack's tangled hair, "I do believe you're quite a bad influence, Jack Sparrow."
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, love," Jack replied with a sly smily, " and I am most certainly a terrible influence. Which will only get more apparent before our stay here is done." Jack pulled her hand to rest on his unattended arousal. Jack let her stroke him for a moment before setting her on her feet and herding her out the door.
They left the dark room for the long hallway, and when they turned the corner Jack pulled a key from his sash. "I think you're in need of quite a bit more corrupting, my pet....", and opened another door, drawing her into the unknown.
*** to be continued..***
A/N: thanks for sticking with me, with all the crap lately. So sorry its taken me forever. I hope everyone enjoys it, its been really hard to get back into the swing. But its getting easier now...thanks, guys, really. - Laurel
Feedback is greatly appreciated...after all, thats how fanfic writers get paid. And feedback makes Ch. 3 come quicker!! Concrit welcomed!!