"So, I take it someone likes to watch..." Killian mused, the look of sex very much remaining in his gaze.

"I...I..." Emma stuttered as she backed up slowly, trying to create space between the lusty pirate who was sauntering her way, like she was an injured calf in the wild.

Killian was a lion.

And he was starving.

"I like to watch, too." He winked.

Oh, shit...


"Did you enjoy the show, Darling?" Killian cooed to her huskily, dipping his lips down to her ear, nipping at her earlobe gently. She could feel his warm breath dancing along the side of her face and down her neck. Her heart rate picked up again and all she could think about was the warm pooling of anticipation growing between her legs and how close she had been to relieving her agony.

"Y-yes." She admitted, knowing there was no way in hell she could even begin to talk her way out of this.

Ah, yes, you see, Pirate, I tripped by your door and thought I had injured my vagina. Hence, why I was rubbing it so profusely upon your arrival...

That most definitely would not work.

"Mmm, do you want to venture a guess as to how I knew I had an audience? And a rather captive one, at that." He teased playfully, dropping his lips to her neck which he kissed slowly, his wet tongue briefly skimming the skin there before he continued this little game they'd started.

All Emma could do was nod.

"I can sense your presence, Darling...you call to me, like a bloody siren..." He murmured against her skin gently, his hand settling on her hip, fingers brushing the waistband of her jeans.

"My tempting little vixen..." He went on as he placed one last kiss at her collarbone for straightening before her, showing his height once again.

"Hook, I..." She stammered.

"You owe me, Swan." He smirked down at her, his impossibly blue eyes sparkling in mischief.

Emma blinked twice.

"Come again?" She questioned, sounding more like herself again instead of the entranced, lovesick Emma Swan of 5 minutes ago.

Killian laughed lowly and looked at her through his impossibly long, dark lashes.

"You heard me. I want you to touch yourself for me, Love." He replied easily, as if he were asking her to pass the pepper at dinner.

That's when Emma backed away.

This is going way too far...I gotta get outta here before-

-...before you enjoy yourself? I know, right? How terrible would THAT be?

Listen, I'm going to need you to shut the hell up. You're borderline reckless right now and I'm getting concerned. Maybe I need to talk to Archie when we get back...

Now who's being reckless? Just let yourself go...for once, Emma. It wouldn't fucking kill you. He wants you. You want him. What is the problem?

Just because I want something doesn't make it good for me...oh God.

She wanted this.

She REALLY wanted this.

"Fine." She found herself saying in a voice that couldn't possibly belong to her. Something behind Killian's eyes sparked at that and back was her sexy hungry pirate captain.

Emma knew this was going to come back to bite her in the ass, but she couldn't help herself. She was turned on beyond saving. It was pitiful.

"Sit and do NOT speak." She ordered him finally, pointing to the chair that started this whole mess. He smirked and opened his mouth to reply.

"Jones, if you ruin my mood so help me God. Sit. Shut up." She said with an obligatory roll of her eyes. She threw it in there for good measure.

With a quick nod, he obeyed, taking a seat at the chair that sat to the right of the bed, his thighs lazily falling open as he relaxed.

I can't believe I'm about to do this.

Pants off, Swan!

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Heeheehee...

She took her jacket off first, setting it at the foot of the large bed. With a sigh, she bent down to unzip her tall boots, knowingly giving the pirate a glimpse of her cleavage revealed by her skimpy black tank top. She saw him fidget in his seat slightly at that, but ignored him and kept on, fearing her nerve would finally give out and she would run out of the room in embarrassment, never to be seen again.

Once her boots were off, she stood again and turned to his bed, considering it. It was a beautiful bed. Grander than the room should've allowed, but she expected nothing less from a man who most likely spent most of his 300 years in that very bed with any number of women beneath him...writhing and moaning in pleasure while he...

Focus, Emma!

Focus, Emma!

Alright, alright...

Shaking hands went to the waistband of her jeans, popping the button at the top and slowly unzipping the zipper. With her back still to Killian, she slipped her pants down, unnecessarily bending over at the waist when she got to her knees to push them down. She knew she could've just used her feet to kick out of them, but why not give the man something to look at? It was the least she could do after the show he had knowingly and eagerly given her moments ago.

Atta girl!

She could feel his eyes on her, mostly glued to her ass as she was bent over. His stare made her hot and only aided her in continuing. Keeping her back to him, she hooked her fingers into her panties and slowly lowered them.

"Gods..." She heard him breathe out behind her. Once her panties were off, she kicked them aside and crawled slowly onto the bed, intent on giving her captain the show he so desperately seeked.

Her captain?

Fuck it...

HER captain.

Emma lowered herself onto the bed, laying on her back now, making sure she was somewhat facing Killian as she let her hands travel down the expanse of her body, fingers following the luscious curves beneath them, wishing that his hand were following the same path. She lifted the hem of her tank top a bit and lazily stroked her flat stomach, turning her head to finally look at him. The look on his face so focused and entranced, that it nearly stunned her into stopping for a second.

It was then that Emma finally believed him. Truly believed him. All the talk. All the flirting. He wanted her so desperately that he was literally clutching at the arm of his chair to keep himself seated, as per her strict instructions, knuckles nearly turning white in his effort to stay put.

She kept her gaze fixed on him as she spread her thighs, her fingers slowly slipping between them, letting her index finger dip past her folds to discover herself to be as wet as she had feared. Letting out a relieved sigh, she started at easing the tension that had knotted itself in the pit of her stomach. Familiarly, Emma found her clit and rubbed in slow circles, finding a rhythm that suited her and maintaining it, all while holding Killian's gaze.

The poor man looked to be holding his breath as he watched, his hand clenching and unclenching as he finally released the arm of the chair. He glanced down at his lap, barely acknowledging the bulge that was forming there once again. He looked back up just in time to catch Emma as her other hand busied itself at her breasts, caressing one as her other hand worked diligently between her gorgeous thighs.

Finally, Emma closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure she was giving herself, thoughts of Killian's hands and lips teasing in the spot she was currently touching propelling her forward. He had to be good with his mouth...he was certainly good with his hands from what Emma had seen moments ago.

"Mmmm..." She moaned softly as she dropped her head onto the soft pillow behind her, her back arching slightly as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She was almost there and damn it, she was positively dripping for him.

Unbeknownst to Killian, his hand had gone on a mission of its own as it had miraculously found its way between his legs again, gently rubbing himself through the leather of his pants.

Pants that were increasingly becoming tighter by the minute.

"Killian...?" Emma moaned gently, calling to him.

"Yes, Love?" He replied all too eagerly, his voice low in his current state of arousal.

"Come here." She beckoned from the bed, her eyes still closed as her middle finger slipped slowly inside herself while she continued to rub her clit.

She didn't need to ask him twice! In an instant, Killian was by her side, eyes roaming over her writhing figure on his bed. His deepest fantasies coming true before his very eyes. Well, almost. It would only be better if he was buried deep inside of her, sliding himself in and out of her tight, hot, wet...so wet...his cock filling her completely while she begged for him to...

"Help me?" She said softly, her eyes opening to look up at him.

Emma knew this wasn't the deal. She was to touch herself and make herself cum for him while he watched, but she simply couldn't help it anymore. She wanted him there with her on the bed, his lips anywhere they decided upon while he did whatever he damn well pleased to her.

As good as it felt to touch herself, she knew it wouldn't compare to his touch.

And right now, she needed it.

She felt Killian's weight on the bed, he was right beside her, his hand ghostly along her thigh as he watched her pleasure herself. He could smell her now. His mouth was watering to taste her...still, he held back and let her control him. He was all too happy to do so.

He was hers to do with as she pleased...in all ways. And she was his. He would follow her into the gates of Hell if she smiled sweetly enough. This woman would be his undoing and he didn't care anymore.

"Tell me what you need, Emma..." He whispered down to her, watching her face contort in her pleasure just slightly as her body reacted to her own ministrations.

"Touch me. Please?" She practically begged him through a moan.

Without another word spoken, Killian's hand on her thigh traveled between her legs, gently coaxing her hand to stop and grabbing her wrist softly. He led her hand up to his lips where he sucked her arousal off of her fingers, getting just a taste of the beautiful woman beneath him.

"Mmm...exquisite, Darling." He purred once he had had his fill...for the time being, at least.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her gently, almost tenderly and Emma responded to him eagerly, her lips kissing him back and welcoming his tongue when it had slipped past them. He wanted her to know how brilliant she tasted. What he had been yearning for for so long...what he now couldn't see himself doing without.

As they kissed, Killian's hand made its way back between her thighs where he palmed her gently, the heel of his hand rubbing against her most sensitive spot...only made more sensitive by his teasing.

He pulled his lips away from hers and slowly kissed a trail down her jaw to her chest, licking, sucking and nipping at the delicious flesh with his teeth as he slid his fingers along her folds. He found her clit and massaged it skillfully with the pad of one calloused finger, Emma gasping in delight.

"So easily pleased...I thought you'd be a challenge, Love." He teased against her neck.

"And, I thought I said no talking." She moaned gently, raising her head a bit in warning.

"Too right." He smirked as his thumb continued to rub her and he slipped two fingers inside of her, making her press herself downward, urging him to go deeply.

"Gods, Swan...so wet." He moaned, as he started an agreeable rhythm that made her meet each thrust of his fingers and toss her head back onto the pillow once more.

While his hand kept busy, Killian allowed his hook to come up and urge the neckline of her tank top down so that one of her breasts was exposed to him. Eagerly, he kissed it, sucking her rosy and hardened nipple into his mouth, licking and teasing while his hand continued below.

If there were ever a time to wish for his other hand back...

"Oh, God...Killian..." She cried out, her hand moving to cradle his head at her breast, fingers delving into his dark hair and grasping firmly.

"Cum for me, Love...let go..." He purred, raising his head to watch her. Gods, was she beautiful like this.

A moment later, Emma cried out his name and let her release wash over her generously, feeling herself clenching and unclenching around Killian's still thrusting fingers.

The man is trying to kill me...

At this point, she wouldn't have cared if he was. She had never cum so hard in her entire life. And when he had kissed her...it felt like a burst of electricity shot through the entire room. Hell, it probably shot through the sea!

"So lovely..." He said gently as he looked at her face, having watched her closely as her orgasm rocked her. Loving how she came apart for him. The way she rolled her hips into his hand, the way her breasts pressed into him as she arched her graceful back, the sound of his name coming from those precious lips he would never tire of kissing.

"You're in love with her, Jones." Killian admitted to himself finally.


Review?

Don't kill me! I'm sorry lol I just knew it would go so much longer and I wouldn't be able to give you part 3, which Gaviotica31 so amazingly suggested.

Thanks for all the reviews so far! I love them! Hope part 2 was as good as part 1! Part 3 is coming soon.