Pirates of the Caribbean Lemon
Jack x OC (Shalaya Blackthorn)
A/N: Hello, Hello! This would be my PotC lemon that I mentioned writing way back. I had lost half of it, so I decided to rewrite it. It will be part of a bigger story once I get around to getting it from paper to computer. Do enjoy and please do leave me reviews to tell me how I did on my second lemon.
NOTE: It's pretty light considering actually...You'll see, enjoy :)
Shalaya looked out onto the open sea and steered the Dragon's den along. Her mind was so consumed with thoughts and she felt her head getting heavy. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips as her head bowed enough for the brim of her hat to touch the steering wheel. She wasn't sure if she could continue steering. Kale noticed his captain's change in demeanour, and strode over to her.
"Captain? Is everything alright?" Kale murmured softly.
Her eyes slid up to meet her right hand man. The sun glistened off his dark, perfectly toned muscles; his earring glinted in the sun. She felt uncomfortable in the pit of her stomach. NO. She refused to feel sexual arousal for Kale. She gave a curt nod and passed the wheel to him. Perhaps she should go relax in her cabin. She strode off and went in her cabin gritting her teeth. She was still a woman with NEEDS goddamit.
Jack Sparrow watched Shalaya leave the wheel and go to her cabin. Kale was steering and no one acted as though it was a rare occurrence. He was confused to say the least and decided to go check on her. He slinked away silently. Kale noticed and smirked. Though he saw it in his captains eyes and it was quite flattering, perhaps he'd leave her up to Jack.
Jack walked in and closed the door behind him, expecting to see her standing over a map, or reading or even writing something. As he turned around, his lips parted in a silent surprise.
Shalaya was sleeping.
She never slept where anyone could see her and for awhile Jack thought maybe she never did. She looked as though she had stripped off her jacket and boots, dumped her effects on the chair and very nearly ripped her necklaces off and threw them on her table. Her boots sat clumsily thrown at the foot of her bed, her jacket hung messily on the chair. Her effects in a heap and necklaces sprawled untidily on the desk. She was lying on her stomach, her head turned towards the door. Her hair had been pulled out of its strict confinements and spilled over her shoulders like wine. The sun touched her caramel skin lightly, warming it. One hand rested beneath her head while the other hung of the bed. Her lips were parted as she breathed softly. Jack chuckled lightly to himself. She sleeps like a man he mused. But he still felt a tug in the pit of his stomach to go closer to her.
Walking over he knelt by her side. He skin was smooth and flawless, save for the scar than rode along her defined cheekbone. He watched her take slow, deep breaths and his own breath hitched as he found himself wondering...what other scars she bore. For such a strong-willed woman, one that took 40 lashes for her crew, he imagines her body; her skin told more of a story than she had ever let on. He brought his eyes up to her face. Her emerald eyes were now hidden, and her long lashes were dusting her cheekbones. She was gorgeous.
Her forehead wrinkled slightly and Jack held his breath. She groaned softly and turned on her back, her head facing the wall. Letting go of the breath he was holding, he hoisted himself up to sit on the edge of her bed. Swallowing, he gazed at her again. Her neck was stretched out, nestling into her pillow. She had an arm under her head and her other hand resting lightly on her breast. Her chest rises and falls with each sleeping breath. He sees that she's left her shirt quite a ways unbuttoned, and her chest wrap is quite visible. He smirked to himself as he propped his elbow on his knee and dropped his chin in his hand. She's very well prepared in case of an ambush.
He didn't watch her for very long, couldn't have been more than 5 minute, before the stirring need came about to touch her again. She looked so vulnerable it made him feel a certain way. Stretching his hand out he used the back of three fingers to push the hair behind her ear and slowly drag them over the exposed skin of her neck to her collarbone. She sighed in her sleep and mumbled. He cocked a brow. Sleep talker now was she? He placed one hand on the bed to steady himself, and used the other to caress her neck. She sighed again, mumbling the name "Jack". Oh he was beyond surprised now. She surely meant another no? Swallowing he did the motion again but allowing his fingers to trail to her buttons and allowed himself the luxury of popping two more open. "Sp-Sparrow, don't touch me." She growled albeit, shyly. He voice was growling, but the undertone was full of wanton desire. Positively dancing in glee, he leaned over her and licked her neck gently, nipping slightly allowing a sleep-induced mewl. "A-ahh, N-no don't Jack..." she moaned softly. Drawing back he watched as her hand squeezed her own breast lightly, and her slight panting his name out. Leaning over again, he nibbled her ear and placed his hand over hers and squeezed delicately. So she dreamt about him. He watched her begin to stir, and his smirk grew. Oh this was going to be fun.
She moaned softly as she opened her eyes. She expected the door or the ceiling to be in her view, but not eyes. Two very satisfied, playful brown eyes gazing back at her,
She yelped loudly as she jolted upright, Jack barely managing to leap back into his sitting position and he laughed loudly at her expense. She scrambled backwards, her hand flying at her chest in a vain attempt to cover up. "Jack SPARROW!" She yelled, startled out of her mind, "What in HELL'S name are you doing here?!" She sputtered."Should been on guard luv!" he grinned as he smirked at the mark he left on her neck. She looked at him confused until she touched the roughed bruise with her fingertips and dissolved into a heart attack of fury. She sung her legs over the bed, and getting up she made her way to the door. "Out Jack. I'll deal with you later."
Oh no. She wasn't leaving that easy. He wanted to have some fun with her.
She squeaked as a strong hand pinned her wrists to the door, while the other pulled her hair away from her neck. "Or you could deal with me now luv." He murmured against the back of her neck. His hand moved to her hip where he rubbed it firmly, and ran his fingers up her spine. She was beginning to feel hot and her lips parted as she panted slightly when he licked her ear. Jack wasn't much for foreplay, he usually liked to get it over with, but Shalaya was so adorable when teased. He pulled on her ear between his teeth and slowly reached around the front when she jerked away from him. "D-D-Don't touch m-me J-Jack." She stammered shyly glaring at the ground. He arms crossed in front of her.
Jack was confused. He'd never hold her against her will, but he thought she wanted it, she seemed so into it. He wouldn't push it but her demeanour seemed shy and under confident, a side he hadn't seen. The way she tried o hide herself from his gaze made him think -
"Luv? You have...lain with a man before no? He asked tentatively. Her eyes shot to him before they softened uncertainly and dropped to the ground again as she bit her lip. She leaned against the desk behind her and shook her head. Jack strode over to her smaller frame and lifted her chin with a rough hand. He eyes, her stature, everything seemed much more feminine. "Never? You've never been with one, or let one touch you?" he asked softly. Her eyes reflected shame as she dropped them again. "Why?" he asked. "I didn't want to form a connection with someone who'd leave me" she mumbled. Given her past, Jack understood. He swallowed and took a breath. Perhaps...fun would wait.
Swiftly, he picked her up bridal style and sat on the bed. She was seated on his lap, stunned, as he cuddled his face into her neck. "We'll take it slowly, and I won't do anything I shouldn't." He murmured. His moustache tickled her neck. His hands rubbed her gently. Her back, her shoulders, her arms, her hip, her thighs. "N-no Jack. Don't. I don't want-" she started, but stopped as he hugged her frame to him.
He wanted desperately for her to relax. He wanted her to know he wasn't leaving. Not anytime soon. There was an emotion she dragged up in him when he saw the pained look on her face when she had said she didn't want anyone leaving. It tugged at his heart and he wanted her to feel good, feel something to erase that look on her face.
He planted a delicate kiss on the mark he left and felt her body shift. He kept kissing her neck, graduating to licking and sucking. She had let go of willpower and tilted her head to the other side to give him more access. While one hand stroked her back, the other was for her to grip with her own. He lips were parted and her eyes closed and gentle hitched ahh's were rolling off her tongue.
Virgin and sensitive. He liked it.
Sliding his hands under her legs he half stood to change her position so she was straddling him. She blinked, startled, but he pulled her closer and continued on the other side. The change in position heightened her sensitivity and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders with one hand on the back of his head. His hands slid to her rear and began rubbing and squeezing. His other hand made its way to her chest and gently cupped her breast, massaging gently. She gasped and pulled herself away slightly. Jack kissed her jaw. "Shhh, it's alright" he murmured.
He turned and gently lowered her to the bed. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was more rapid. He dumped his effects on the floor, tossed his hat on top and removed his vest and boots to get comfortable. He got on top and straddled her, gazing at her flustered face. Undoing her buttons he shimmied her gently out of her chest wraps and gazed at her breasts. She blushed and tried to cover them but Jack pinned her wrists to the bed and lowered his head and began licking and sucking on one.
Shalaya arched her back and let out a louder moan. He flicked the tip with his tongue rapidly making her breathing erratic. Sliding his fingers between the spaces of hers, he allowed her to grip his hands while his lips and tongue ravaged her sensitive nipples. He would tease her by only licking around and the suck harshly, pulling up and letting go. She squirmed, her body not knowing what to do with this newfound feeling, making her hips buck slightly. Whenever she did buck her hips, she'd graze against his hardening manhood, eliciting pleasure for the both of them. Her legs were shivering as Jack heard a final loud moan, slightly higher pitch and then her body gradually going limp. Surprised he pulled his gaze up to her face, one she vainly tried to cover in embarrassment. Strand of hair stuck to her face with sweat, her face flushed a rosy hue and her eyes were half lidded.
"Luv...Did you..." he asked quietly and with a squeak she let go of his hands and threw her arms over her face. "D-Don't look at me..." she whispered her voice still showing traces of her orgasm. He blinked in surprise. He whole body was quivering and quaking beneath him, her breathing still erratic. She... She was... she was so...
Goddamn adorable.
He dropped his head on her shoulder and nuzzled into her neck. Sliding an arm beneath her, he held her body flush to his. Shalaya looked down in surprise, dropping her arms to encircle his head. "J-Jack? What's wrong? D-Did I do something wrong?" she mumbled into his bandana. Jack let out an aggravated sigh, and bit her hard on the neck making her cry out. He sucked hard, leaving a mark and propped himself up over her to meet her eyes.
"You don't understand luv. I'm not used to this. I...You make me want to tease you, to hear what you do, to watch your face and see what you're feeling. I wanted to have fun with you but now I want to touch you, ravage you but I don't want to drive you away." He growled softly. He pulled her arm up to his face and trailed light kisses from her wrist to the inside of her elbow. She watched him through her half-lidded eyes as he held her wrist to his lips. Why was he being this way? Did he...did he feel...something for her? She placed her fingertips lightly on the side of his face, and he looked at her, soft brown eyes meeting shy green ones. He had never seen her like this. The strong, brash woman, who led a crew of rescued slave members, took their lashes, can out drink any man, and out speak any human or non-human. This beautiful, intense woman, who has her sweet, soft feminine side...
Was looking at him like no one ever had.
And it scared him.
It scared him to be looked at with such a trusting look.
But it scared him more that he wanted her to look at him like that.
He wanted her trust, he wanted to tell her he'd never leave, and he wanted her...love.
From the moment he'd met this gorgeous woman on Tortuga, from the moment she'd saved his life and he bounded himself to her crew.
He wanted her to love him.
He dipped his head down and brushed his lips against hers. Lips she met willingly. He pushed off her shirt, and slid her pants past her hips till they reached the floor in a crumpled heap. He tossed everything else there to join the rest of the crumpled heap. There she was, with not a stitch of clothing on her, and Jack wanted to take care of her. He trailed his kisses downward, encouraged by her moans and mewls. When he had reached her womanhood she squeaked in surprise and tried to cover up. "N-No Jack not there!" she started but trailed off when Jack spread her legs and tossed them on his shoulders. One hand pinned her hands together in front of him while the other one spread her lips.
Gods, she was beautiful. A tight, rosy pink sight greeted him as he stared. She was positively dripping from her previous orgasm, but she looked ready for more. Her hips wiggled as she moaned out not to stare at her. He used his thumb to caress the inside and gently pressed on her clit. He watched as her hands balled up the bed sheet from where she was held as her voice got louder. His thumb moved in a circular motion, with varying pressures as he relished in her sounds. Her legs had moved off his shoulders to spread wide and her hips bucked, at one point so violently she grazed his lips and let out the cutest but loudest moan. Jack couldn't hold back as he lowered his head and proceeded to lick her, and suck her as her hips bucked and shook from effort. He let go of her hands to hold her legs apart and her hands gripped his head tightly. He licked he clit, his tongue flicking back and forth rapidly as she placed her feet down and lifted her hips so he could get to more of her. She dripped past his lips over her rear and onto the bed as she pulled his head closer to her. She was nearing an orgasm, as Jack could feel her walls twitching. He pulled back, and before she could protest, slid his index finger in her.
She gasped and her body went rigid. It was a piercing, pinching pain that she had to lie down for. Jack kissed her inner thigh as he realized she was truly a virgin. He had to take things slow. "Relax your muscles luv, don't fight me." He murmured. Shalaya let out a breath and he slowly moved his finger in and out. It didn't take long before she began to enjoy in. I was a different kind of pleasure, one that touched her core, she couldn't quite explain it. He let her get used to it as he rolled his finger around, touching her and feeling her, before inserting a second finger.
She squealed as this on hurt more but laid down and took deep steadying breaths. Relax, she mused, relax. She untensed her muscles and let Jack penetrate her with his fingers. He reached over and intertwined his fingers with her hand and she gripped it. Again pain turned to pleasure as he scissored his fingers in her and curled them touching spots sending waves of pleasure over her. He bit his lip and inserted a third finger.
Shalaya nearly went cross-eyed from the pain but bit her lip knowing Jack would take care of her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, seeing the tiniest bit of blood and feeling guilty knowing he had teared her. He stopped moving his hand and sucked on her clit, making her forget the pain. He began moving his fingers again, getting faster and faster.
Shalaya felt the explosion behind her eyes. Her back was fully arched as she gripped Jack's hand and her other nails dug into the bed. He was positively jack hammering his fingers in her as waves of pleasure and orgasms wracked her body. She screamed as tears filled her eyes as orgasm over orgasm crashed over her body, completely stripping her of anything but that moment. The pit of her stomach roared as she squirted slightly, unable to hold back. Her screams practically shook the walls as her whole body was consumed. Two minutes later, she lowered herself to the bed, her legs shaking and her final moans left her body. Every breath she took had sound to it and it caused her chest to rise and fall sporadically. She had no strength left in her body as she became limp. Jack carefully disengaged himself and lay beside her. She covered her face with her arms as the after effects still shock waved weakly through her body.
He gently gathered her in his arms and pulled her close. He pulled the bed sheet over her and watched as her eyes drooped shut. Her cheeks were still flushed but her breathing had become calm and regulated. She was like a rag doll in his arms, he had sapped all the strength from her body. She had fallen asleep and Jack was left to stare at her perfection. He curled his fingers around hers and lifted them to his lips. He felt so full of...something for this woman. He couldn't put it into words, but he wanted her so badly. More than just a body he wanted to posses her so every look, every touch was his and his alone.
What was happening to this great Captain? He mused as he kissed her forehead and let his eyes slide shut.
A/N : Reviews? Pleeeeeease :D
