Author's note: Another prompt from Tumblr. This might be the dirtiest thing I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Still no.
Show Me
She thought she knew. Emphasis on thought.
Emma Swan was not a prude, by any stretch of the imagination. She had a very healthy libido, thank you very much. Within the realm of her very carefully ordered life, she'd done a lot. Some was good, some was bad, most was just okay. She scratched the itch, and moved on. It was just how she rolled. She thought she had a pretty good handle on what she liked, what turned her on.
That was before she met Killian Jones.
Or more precisely, before she caught him masturbating in his room at Granny's.
She was in and out in a space of a breath—hugely mortified, not because she was shy, but because it was him—but that breath had been enough. And what she'd seen was not easily dismissed from her brain.
He was big. Bigger than she was used to, certainly. Long and thick with a fat juicy vein pulsing right near the weeping head. All nestled in a thatch of dark curly hair, complete with happy trail. His hand moved expertly along his length, his head thrown back, lips wet and panting...and holy Jesus, Emma had never been more turned on her life.
She thought it would stop. When they finally gave in, when they finally got a fucking chance to actually be together, she thought that sight would no longer haunt her dreams. She really should have known better. Nothing with Killian was straightforward, or simple. Their passion was strong, stronger than she'd ever experienced before, making her dizzy and breathless and it was never, ever enough.
But she was the Savior and he was the pirate turned hero at her side, so they made due. Every single time was mind blowing, and yet she never asked for a repeat performance of their accident. And she wanted to. Badly. Once, she came home late from the station and caught him again, but this time the door to their bedroom was cracked and she pressed herself against the wall, hand shoved down her pants as she frantically rubbed her aching flesh in time with his moans until the world shattered behind her eyes.
She wasn't proud of it. But for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to ask.
"Emma."
Killian breathed her name into her neck, his lips and tongue burning along her skin. She was already fumbling with his waistcoat and shirt, head angled to give him access to her skin. His scruff scratched at the pale flesh and god, she couldn't wait until it was burning along another place on her body.
"You wear too many clothes," Emma complained, yanking on the fabric. It came free, sliding off his torso into a puddle on the floor. He hands immediately splayed across his chest, flicking his nipples with her fingers, feeling the warm skin under her hands. She grinned when she heard him groan; he was a sucker for her hands on his body, sliding over everything she could reach.
"You like my clothes, Swan," he reminded her through clenched teeth as she slid her hands down to his ass and squeezed. That ass of his was fantastic, filling out pants from this world, very, very nicely. He pulled down the scoop neck of her dress—bra and all—latching on to her nipple and sucking the hard bud into his mouth. Emma keened, back arching, fire racing through her veins. She squeezed her thighs together, already demanding friction to ease the ache inside her. She held on to him as he sucked, long and greedy, nibbling on it with his teeth until the skin was swollen and tender. "Fuck, you taste so bloody good."
"More," she whispered, dragging his lips back to hers for a fierce possessive kiss. "God, I need you tonight."
"Bloody hell." They tumbled into the bed, pulling on each other's clothes. Emma's dress for ruined, stretched beyond repair as Killian tried to slide it over her curves, his mouth warm and wet on every bit of skin he exposed. He tossed the useless fabric aside and assaulted her other breast, giving it the same treatment as its twin. "Tell me what you want, Emma," he growled as he kissed his way down her stomach. "Anything you want, it's yours."
Anything? Was he really giving her that kind of carte blanche over him? To do anything she wished? She watched him, looking back at her with lust drenched eyes, his hand playing over the skin of her inner thigh tantalizing close to where she ached for him.
"What do you want me to do to you, love?" he asked again, licking over her hipbone.
She had to do it now, before she chickened out. "I...I want to watch you," she said, voice barely above a whisper.
"Watch me what?"
"I want to watch you touch yourself," she said, a little louder this time. "I want to watch you stroke your cock and come all over me." She hadn't even realized that last bit until the words came out of her mouth. But they were so, so true.
Killian groaned, clearly turned on by the image she painted. "You want me to mark you. Mark you as mine. Gods, Emma." He crawled back up her body and kissed her deeply, stealing her breath. "Do exactly as I tell you," he ordered, sending a shiver down his spine.
There was something in his tone that demanded she obey. It was a voice she rarely heard and ever less rarely directed at her. It was voice of the Captain, the one that gave orders and brooked no arguments. Christ, she was so turned on, she thought she would burst.
"Sit up." Killian scrambled off her, shucking his pants the rest of the way down his legs until he was naked before her. He stood directly between her open legs, his cock right at her eye level. She instinctively spread her legs even further, giving him more room. She brushed her hand over his thigh, but Killian shook his head. "No touching. Not even yourself, princess. Watch."
She couldn't touch herself? She was supposed to watch him jerk off in front of her and remain still? While there was an inferno between her legs? She didn't know if she could do it. But as she locked eyes with his, she knew she would. Because if she didn't, he would stop. That was written there clear as day. Emma swallowed and nodded her ascent.
Killian grinned, licking his lips before reaching for his cock. His fingers danced over it from root to tip, teasing both her and him. Slowly, his fingers curled around the engorged shaft, pumping very, very slowly. Emma moaned, drawing her lip into her mouth as she watched him with huge eyes. "Is this what you wanted, love?" Emma nodded again, not trusting herself to speak. But Killian wasn't having it. "Answer me."
"Yes. God, yes." Her eyes darted from the mesmerizing sight before her up to his face and saw the smug look there. He liked that she wanted to watch him. "A bit of an exhibitionist, Captain?"
"Only for you." Her eyes returned to his length, his hand moving just a bit faster, a moan tumbling from his lips. "You have no idea what this does to me, Swan. You asking for this." There was a bit of precum seeping from his slit, making Emma's mouth water. She itched to touch, to take him into her mouth, but she didn't move. Killian leaned forward, pressing the weeping tip to her lips. "Lick it off."
She obeyed him instantly, her tongue darting out to lick the salty substance from the straining head of his cock. She took a bit more than she should have, tongue laving over him, but could anyone blame her?
"Greedy, aren't you?" Killian asked with a throaty laugh. He pulled his cock away; Emma whined in protest. "Aha, princess. You only get to watch." His hips started rocking into his hand, mimicking the motion he made when he was fucking her and another wave of desire pooled at the apex of her thighs. It hurt; her clit throbbed, she was dripping onto the sheets. She rocked a bit back and forth trying in vain to ease her want, but that only made it worse.
"Killian..."
"You like watching," he panted, thumb stroking up over the thick throbbing vein. "Does this turn you on, love? Make you wet? Make you ache for me?"
"Fuck yes," Emma whimpered, her eyes drifting over his whole body. Every muscle was taut, a thin sheen of sweat covered him as he stroked his hard cock, edging closer and closer to release. "I need it. Please." She wanted to feel his cum on her skin, see his face awash in ecstasy.
Killian was straining now, trying desperately to hold back for a few more moments. "Lie back," he gritted out. She did so just in time; Killian came with a shout, fist pumping frantically, thick ropes spurting from his cock. They fell all over her torso, splashing across her breasts and stomach. Emma moaned as she watched, fascinated, as he pumped his fist until he was completely spent.
"Oh my god." It was by far the more erotic thing she'd ever seen, making her burn for release of her own. "Oh my god." Her hand was drifting between her legs before she knew what she was doing, but Killian slapped her hand away.
"Mine," he growled.
Emma gasped, her clit throbbing again. Killian managed to sit down beside her, his hand sliding over her skin. She groaned as she watched again, this time Killian's fingers smearing the evidence of his release across her flushed skin. He seemed to paint her with it, drawing nonsense, coating her aching nipples. When he brought his fingers to her mouth, she sucked on them greedily, tasting him.
"That's it, love. Show me how much you enjoyed that," he murmured. He licked at her painted breast, making her squirm.
"Fuck," Emma breathed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand down between her legs. She couldn't wait any longer. "Fuck me."
"Such a dirty wanton thing." Killian shook her hand off, before sliding his fingers through her soaked folds. He brought some of her wetness to his lips and licked it off. "Gods, you taste divine." Then she slid off the bed and knelt between her splayed thighs. "You're going to come for me, Emma," he said in the voice that made her shiver. "Again...and again...and again."
She was so beyond wanting that she believed him.
The first came almost the moment he sucked her clit into his mouth; the orgasm slamming into her with no warning, stealing her breath. Her body was taut and shaking but Killian gave her no respite. His fingers slid into her spasming walls, stroking her down, then moving again, working her back up. She was so slick, so on fire from watching him mark her, that she was spiraling into her second orgasm within minutes. She sobbed his name; it was both too much and not enough and Christ, it felt like she was coming apart at the seams. Still Killian worked at her, slower this time, his mouth working in tandem with his hand, adding a third finger, stretching her, filling her.
"One more, darling. Just one more."
She jerked when he found her g spot, fingers digging into his dark hair. "Please," she begged, nearly incoherent with need. Killian hissed at the pain in his scalp, but didn't relent, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking hard. Emma came with a scream, her body completely out of her control, her vision going white.
She was so out of it, that she didn't even realize when Killian pulled away, moving to sit next to her quivering body on the bed. She just had the most intense orgasm of her life; it was going to take her some time to return to rational thought.
The bed rose for a few moments, then dipped again. Emma felt a cool cloth moving over her skin, the soothing gesture finally getting her to open her eyes. "Hey," she mumbled, her cheeks turning pink.
"I'm just getting you cleaned up, love. No need to move."
"Thanks." She couldn't believe she had just done that. But she'd felt so brazen, so free, she couldn't regret it. Moreover, she'd never felt more desired and cherished in her whole life.
Killian leaned down and brushed a kiss to her forehead. "It is my pleasure, Swan."
She looked away. "Um, about that..."
"You should have seen yourself, Emma. Gods, you were glorious."
She looked back at him, checking to see if he was mocking her. He wasn't. "You weren't so bad yourself."
Killian tossed the cloth into the laundry basket, then helped her slide back into the bed. "I'm serious, you know."
"I know."
He pulled her into his arms, tugging the covers up to their waists. "Who knew my princess had such filthy fantasies?" he asked with a laugh.
"Hey!"
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Swan. I will happily indulge you, whenever you desire."
"And what about your fantasies?"
"I'm living those every single day of my life, Emma."
Emma looked away bashfully, knowing he wasn't really talking about sex. Then she closed the gap and kissed him sweetly, just a hint of salt on his lips. "Maybe next time, I'll do the show for you."