Chapter Two
Several days later, Tortuga came into sight. The crew was excited about a chance to do what they wanted for a few days and Jack wasn't feeling as exhausted. He had allowed Anamaria to give most of the orders during the trip and he had gotten some much-needed rest. Now, Jack was just as anxious as the rest of the crew to drop anchor in the Caribbean's most debaucherous port city. As the crew left The Pearl, Jack reminded them of their need for crewmembers.
Anamaria and Gibbs followed their captain away from The Pearl and into The Keen Dragon, a tavern known almost as well for its food as it was its drinks. Stopping at the bar first to get his rum, Jack continued to the back of the building where he chose a round table in a dimly lit corner. Anamaria quickly surveyed her surroundings and then proceeded to take a seat beside Jack.
Noticing her uneasiness, Jack commented, "We're not gonna 'ave to get you out of any more scuffles, are we?"
Anamaria rolled her eyes at him and frowned to show her disdain. "Very funny," she quipped.
Jack smiled at her and all of a sudden realized how glad he was that she was with him. That she hadn't demanded her own ship and left him alone.
"What'll it be?" a buxom tavern wench asked, snapping Jack out of his thoughts.
Jack shifted his glance and altered his smile. Gibbs shook his head disapprovingly, fairly sure that he knew what Jack had been thinking. The three pirates ordered their food and waited until the girl was gone to continue their conversation.
"You've done a good job running the crew the last coupla days, lass," Gibbs commented.
"Thank you," Anamaria accepted, nodding as she took another drink of rum.
"So what are your plans Captain?" Gibbs asked.
Jack looked carefully around the tavern before answering. The room was poorly lit and filled with smoke, but there were few actual patrons and that eased Jack's mind.
"I want to go back to the Isla de Muerta," he stated.
Anamaria and Gibbs both coughed as they attempted not to choke on the rum they had been swallowing.
"What?!" Ana managed to get out.
"There's a lot of treasure still there," Jack argued.
"Yeah, cursed treasure," she reminded him.
"I'm convinced only the coins are cursed. The rest of it is just sitting there, waiting for us."
"No Jack," Gibbs started.
"I'm not going," Anamaria finished.
"I need your support to convince..." Jack tried.
"You're crazy!" Anamaria interrupted. "The crew is never going to go along with this."
"Are you trying to start another mutiny?" Gibbs asked.
Jack hadn't really thought of that. He had known the crew would take some convincing, but he hadn't thought that it might cause them to mutiny.
"The treasure I brought back with me wasn't cursed," Jack argued.
"I'm not having this discussion," Anamaria said, standing up.
Mr. Gibbs rose too. Jack couldn't believe they were going to walk out on him. He grabbed Anamaria's wrist before she could leave.
"Alright, we won't go back to the Isla de Muerta," Jack conceded, "right now."
Anamaria looked down at the hand that was gripping her wrist and then into the pirate's eyes. Seeing his unspoken apology there, she gave in and took her seat. Gibbs was still angry, but he followed suit.
"First we need to focus on building our crew. Then on preying on ships in the Spanish Main, strengthening our reputation. That's what's important," Anamaria said.
Jack nodded solemnly.
Their food came and the barmaid kept their mugs full of rum. By the time they exited The Keen Dragon it was growing late. The three agreed to go their separate ways and meet up in two days to weigh anchor. They would all do what they could in the meantime to recruit good sailors to join them.
Jack watched as his two best crewmembers disappeared into different taverns and then decided to buy some bottles of rum and head back to The Pearl. As he passed The Briar Rose, he almost went in to see if Giselle was working. He had a feeling she would be. But then he remembered the painful sting of the slap she had delivered the last time he had seen her. He decided against it and continued on his way.
One bottle of rum and an hour later, Jack was feeling as if he might pass out. He had removed all of his clothing except for his pants and shirt in an effort to get comfortable and was sitting cross-legged in the chair behind his desk studying the ocean. His windows, when open, provided a perfect view of the waterfront as well as a nice breeze.
He had originally planned on plotting their next voyage, but had quickly consumed too much rum and become lost in his thoughts. He was daydreaming about a girl he had once known when he heard the knock on his cabin door. It was so soft that he thought he must be imagining things and ignored it. Several minutes later, the knock sounded again. This time it was more demanding and Jack grudgingly got out of his chair to cross the room. He gave little thought to his state of undress before opening the door, but immediately wished he had put more clothes on upon doing so.
"I thought you might be here," Anamaria said, her voice trailing off as she looked down Jack's body.
As drunk as the sea legged pirate was, he thought enough to pull the dark skinned girl into his quarters and latch the door behind her before continuing their conversation.
"What are you doing 'ere?" Jack asked, squinting his dark eyes in an attempt to bring her figure into focus.
"I was looking for you and when you weren't at The Briar Rose, I thought you might be here."
Jack nodded and crossed the room. He sat down at his desk again, rum bottle still in hand.
"Looks like I was right," she said. It was silent for a moment and Anamaria began to wonder if she shouldn't have come. Jack's back was to her and he was staring out the window. She moved to join him, resting her hip against his desk.
"Do you mind?" she asked, gesturing toward the bottle.
"Oh...no," Jack said, almost as if he had forgotten she was there. He handed her the rum and retrieved himself another bottle from the newly restocked cabinet.
"It's a nice night," Anamaria commented.
"Aye," Jack said, pulling the cork from the bottle and taking a long sip.
"Why aren't you in town enjoying yourself?"
Jack sighed heavily. "I missed 'er," he stated simply.
Anamaria nodded to herself.
"I'm still a little paranoid that some of Barbossa's men may try to get 'er back," he further explained.
She smiled at his attempt to hide how much he cared for her. "I thought Barbossa's men were hung in Port Royal."
"Yeah, well you never know when someone might decide to try and take revenge for them."
Anamaria let out a small laugh and Jack turned a scowl on her.
Stifling her laughter, she changed the subject. "You have a really nice cabin," she commented, standing to walk around and observe the room more closely. "The decorations leave a lot to be desired..."
Jack crossed the room to join her, "Barbossa had poor taste."
"Does it feel different? Being here now?" she asked, turning to face him.
Finding himself drawn into her eyes, Jack pushed her hair over her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of its softness over his calloused fingers. His hand hovered at the back of her neck for a moment before he raised his bottle of rum to his lips and remembered she had asked a question.
"Actually things are just as I left them, for the most part. 'e added a few things 'ere and there, but I was surprised actually...'ow many things 'e left the same."
Anamaria had moved to study a blank wall. "Wonder what used to hang here," she said, noticing the nail holes.
Draping his arm loosely around her shoulders, Jack gestured at the wall with the half empty bottle, "Mildred."
Anamaria turned questioning eyes on him.
Jack struggled to explain further, "Barbossa's wife, there was a portrait of 'er hanging there." Jack physically shuddered at the thought. "I couldn't bear to look at 'er ugly face so I pitched it overboard."
Anamaria laughed out loud. She couldn't help herself. She could imagine Jack heaving a large portrait of a very ugly woman over the side of the ship.
Jack dropped his arm and turned to stare at her, but Anamaria continued laughing.
"You wouldn't 'ave thought it was so funny if you'd seen the damned thing," Jack retorted. But his comment only caused her to laugh harder. Jack began to smile as well and then he started to laugh.
Anamaria sat down on his bed to try to gain control of herself and Jack plopped down beside her. Finally, the two were able to contain their laughter. As Jack took a large sip of rum, he realized that it had been a long time since he had laughed like that.
"You're funny," she smiling at him.
Jack wasn't sure how he should respond, but settled for, "Thank you."
"And I'm glad I don't have my own ship right now because I'm enjoying sailing with you."
"Gibbs was right, you've done a great job this week."
Anamaria couldn't believe she was hearing a compliment from Captain Jack Sparrow himself. "You're just drunk," she said, blowing it off.
Jack put his hand on her knee, "That I am." He smiled. "But I'm not saying it because I'm drunk. You really 'ave done an excellent job with The Pearl and the crew."
There was a brief moment of silence and then Anamaria managed a small, "Thank you." She stood and walked to Jack's desk, smoothing over a map with her fingertips.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked. He was feeling a little awkward that she had left him sitting alone on the bed.
"Just studying...trying to get some ideas about where we could go next." Her tone was distant and Jack knew she must be concentrating hard.
Reluctantly, he got up and moved to stand behind her. He leaned over her shoulder to look at the parchment he had been studying himself earlier. The map was an elaborate drawing of the islands in the Caribbean. Bootstrap Bill had given it to him many years ago and Jack had been glad to find that Barbossa had not tossed it out.
He touched a spot in the water with his fingertip. "I think this might be a good place to start."
Anamaria nodded, but didn't say anything.
"It's a main passage for ships sailing back to Spain and England with gold. There are several small islands close by that we could go ashore if the need arose. We could hide out pretty well and not be detected by the Navy."
The more Anamaria listened, the more she thought Jack's plan was a good one.
"Where's the Isla de Muerta?" she asked.
Jack looked at her suspiciously, "Can't tell you that luv."
She nodded. "So, we sail around here," she was trailing her finger along the path they would take as she spoke, "through this passage and into these open waters. Shouldn't be hard."
Jack was glad that his plan had her approval, even though he would never admit it.
"The island I grew up on isn't far from there," she commented.
Jack touched the island that he thought might be St. Croix.
"No." She touched his hand, guiding his finger to her birthplace. The simple gesture aroused Jack and he wondered if she could feel his predicament.
She turned her head to look directly in his eyes and gently touched his jaw. Jack couldn't resist. He captured her lips in his own.
Maps were pushed aside...rum was spilt...candles hit the floor. In Jack's hasty attempt to blindly clear his personal effects, hot wax spilt on his wrist, but he felt little pain as he lifted her to sit on the desk. Anamaria's mouth tasted of rum and it made Jack want her even more.
Breaking their kiss, she pulled her shirt over her head. Her eyes met his and Jack was in awe of her beauty. She had a perfect body and her seductive stare suggested that she knew it. She didn't give Jack long to look before she reached for his shirt. Quickly removing it, she pulled him to her and began kissing him again.
Jack felt himself falling in to her. Ana's arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were resting on her knees, his thumbs moving in small circles. Slowly, he began moving his hands up her thighs. She ran her fingers through his long hair, twisting and touching the beads and thick braids. Jack moved his hands to her waist, running his fingers over the smooth skin of her stomach. Anamaria shivered, enjoying the feel of his experienced, calloused hands.
He kissed her lips one last time and then moved to kiss her neck. He sucked at it gently, trying hard to resist the urge to leave his mark on her.
Anamaria sighed softly and Jack proceeded to leave a trail of kisses down her neck to her chest. Her fingers caught in his hair and her breathing became heavier as his lips reached their target.
As he licked and sucked at her right breast, his hand massaged the other. Then, leaving another trail of kisses to the opposite side, he this time allowed his free hand to run down her stomach and between her legs. He caressed her expertly through her pants, becoming more aroused himself by the moment.
Ana moaned heavily, "Jack," and he moved back to kiss her lips in an attempt to keep her from getting too loud.
While most of the crew was in Tortuga drinking, there were a few members still aboard the ship, keeping watch. Jack did not need them to overhear their captain and fellow crewmate enjoying themselves.
Ana kissed him back, tugging at the waistband of his pants. He easily allowed her to slip them off, enjoying the feel of her nails on his bare bottom as she pulled him closer to her. He moved to return the favor, running his hands down her chest to loosely pull at her pants. She parted from their kiss to suckle at his neck and his hands froze. His mind went numb to everything but the feel of her tongue swirling at the hollow of his neck, the feel of her teeth grazing his skin, and the sucking sensation that only she was capable of performing so well.
A low rumble echoed from his throat and Jack's thoughts returned. His fingers pulled numbly at her pants and she had to stand for him to be able to remove them properly. His lips caught hers for one final deep kiss, before spinning her around to take her from behind as she leaned over his desk.
Jack had never even brought a woman into his private sanctuary much less had sex with one on his desk. He smiled at the thought of sharing the moment with Anamaria as he continued to plow into her from behind. She was moaning loudly now and he was aware they were causing quite a raucous, but he didn't care anymore. If any crewmember dared ask him what went on behind his closed door, Jack would make the man pay dearly for it.
It did not take long for her to climax and Jack came soon after. His hands had been roughly holding her hips, but now he ran them softly over her stomach and caressed her breasts. She sighed quietly, standing up straight to lean against him. Jack kissed her ear lightly and felt the goose bumps raise on her skin.
"You like that?" he whispered into her ear.
"Mmmm," Ana moaned. She turned around to face him and kissed him hard. "I like everything you do to me," she said just above a whisper.
Jack smiled, leaning back in to kiss her again, but she pulled away.
"Did we spill all the rum?" she asked.
Jack looked around and then responded, "I believe so." He frowned, "I'll get another bottle."
He walked across the room to retrieve it from the cabinet and Anamaria followed. She sat down on his bed and he passed the bottle to her. She took a long swallow from it and then handed it back to him. He sat down beside her and took along drink.
"It's nice to 'ave rum this time," he commented.
She nodded in agreement, taking the bottle back from him. They both took another long drink before Anamaria asked, "Ready for more?"
Jack was already lying down and he pulled her to him in response, kissing her deeply.
She straddled him and between kisses said, "At least I know if I fall asleep here tonight, you can't leave me in the morning."
Jack laughed softly, "You know I wouldn't do that at this point."
"Mmhmm," she murmured against his lips. As she began to slowly rock against him, he added, "I need you too much now."
And then words didn't matter anymore because they were done talking for the evening.
Several days later, Tortuga came into sight. The crew was excited about a chance to do what they wanted for a few days and Jack wasn't feeling as exhausted. He had allowed Anamaria to give most of the orders during the trip and he had gotten some much-needed rest. Now, Jack was just as anxious as the rest of the crew to drop anchor in the Caribbean's most debaucherous port city. As the crew left The Pearl, Jack reminded them of their need for crewmembers.
Anamaria and Gibbs followed their captain away from The Pearl and into The Keen Dragon, a tavern known almost as well for its food as it was its drinks. Stopping at the bar first to get his rum, Jack continued to the back of the building where he chose a round table in a dimly lit corner. Anamaria quickly surveyed her surroundings and then proceeded to take a seat beside Jack.
Noticing her uneasiness, Jack commented, "We're not gonna 'ave to get you out of any more scuffles, are we?"
Anamaria rolled her eyes at him and frowned to show her disdain. "Very funny," she quipped.
Jack smiled at her and all of a sudden realized how glad he was that she was with him. That she hadn't demanded her own ship and left him alone.
"What'll it be?" a buxom tavern wench asked, snapping Jack out of his thoughts.
Jack shifted his glance and altered his smile. Gibbs shook his head disapprovingly, fairly sure that he knew what Jack had been thinking. The three pirates ordered their food and waited until the girl was gone to continue their conversation.
"You've done a good job running the crew the last coupla days, lass," Gibbs commented.
"Thank you," Anamaria accepted, nodding as she took another drink of rum.
"So what are your plans Captain?" Gibbs asked.
Jack looked carefully around the tavern before answering. The room was poorly lit and filled with smoke, but there were few actual patrons and that eased Jack's mind.
"I want to go back to the Isla de Muerta," he stated.
Anamaria and Gibbs both coughed as they attempted not to choke on the rum they had been swallowing.
"What?!" Ana managed to get out.
"There's a lot of treasure still there," Jack argued.
"Yeah, cursed treasure," she reminded him.
"I'm convinced only the coins are cursed. The rest of it is just sitting there, waiting for us."
"No Jack," Gibbs started.
"I'm not going," Anamaria finished.
"I need your support to convince..." Jack tried.
"You're crazy!" Anamaria interrupted. "The crew is never going to go along with this."
"Are you trying to start another mutiny?" Gibbs asked.
Jack hadn't really thought of that. He had known the crew would take some convincing, but he hadn't thought that it might cause them to mutiny.
"The treasure I brought back with me wasn't cursed," Jack argued.
"I'm not having this discussion," Anamaria said, standing up.
Mr. Gibbs rose too. Jack couldn't believe they were going to walk out on him. He grabbed Anamaria's wrist before she could leave.
"Alright, we won't go back to the Isla de Muerta," Jack conceded, "right now."
Anamaria looked down at the hand that was gripping her wrist and then into the pirate's eyes. Seeing his unspoken apology there, she gave in and took her seat. Gibbs was still angry, but he followed suit.
"First we need to focus on building our crew. Then on preying on ships in the Spanish Main, strengthening our reputation. That's what's important," Anamaria said.
Jack nodded solemnly.
Their food came and the barmaid kept their mugs full of rum. By the time they exited The Keen Dragon it was growing late. The three agreed to go their separate ways and meet up in two days to weigh anchor. They would all do what they could in the meantime to recruit good sailors to join them.
Jack watched as his two best crewmembers disappeared into different taverns and then decided to buy some bottles of rum and head back to The Pearl. As he passed The Briar Rose, he almost went in to see if Giselle was working. He had a feeling she would be. But then he remembered the painful sting of the slap she had delivered the last time he had seen her. He decided against it and continued on his way.
One bottle of rum and an hour later, Jack was feeling as if he might pass out. He had removed all of his clothing except for his pants and shirt in an effort to get comfortable and was sitting cross-legged in the chair behind his desk studying the ocean. His windows, when open, provided a perfect view of the waterfront as well as a nice breeze.
He had originally planned on plotting their next voyage, but had quickly consumed too much rum and become lost in his thoughts. He was daydreaming about a girl he had once known when he heard the knock on his cabin door. It was so soft that he thought he must be imagining things and ignored it. Several minutes later, the knock sounded again. This time it was more demanding and Jack grudgingly got out of his chair to cross the room. He gave little thought to his state of undress before opening the door, but immediately wished he had put more clothes on upon doing so.
"I thought you might be here," Anamaria said, her voice trailing off as she looked down Jack's body.
As drunk as the sea legged pirate was, he thought enough to pull the dark skinned girl into his quarters and latch the door behind her before continuing their conversation.
"What are you doing 'ere?" Jack asked, squinting his dark eyes in an attempt to bring her figure into focus.
"I was looking for you and when you weren't at The Briar Rose, I thought you might be here."
Jack nodded and crossed the room. He sat down at his desk again, rum bottle still in hand.
"Looks like I was right," she said. It was silent for a moment and Anamaria began to wonder if she shouldn't have come. Jack's back was to her and he was staring out the window. She moved to join him, resting her hip against his desk.
"Do you mind?" she asked, gesturing toward the bottle.
"Oh...no," Jack said, almost as if he had forgotten she was there. He handed her the rum and retrieved himself another bottle from the newly restocked cabinet.
"It's a nice night," Anamaria commented.
"Aye," Jack said, pulling the cork from the bottle and taking a long sip.
"Why aren't you in town enjoying yourself?"
Jack sighed heavily. "I missed 'er," he stated simply.
Anamaria nodded to herself.
"I'm still a little paranoid that some of Barbossa's men may try to get 'er back," he further explained.
She smiled at his attempt to hide how much he cared for her. "I thought Barbossa's men were hung in Port Royal."
"Yeah, well you never know when someone might decide to try and take revenge for them."
Anamaria let out a small laugh and Jack turned a scowl on her.
Stifling her laughter, she changed the subject. "You have a really nice cabin," she commented, standing to walk around and observe the room more closely. "The decorations leave a lot to be desired..."
Jack crossed the room to join her, "Barbossa had poor taste."
"Does it feel different? Being here now?" she asked, turning to face him.
Finding himself drawn into her eyes, Jack pushed her hair over her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of its softness over his calloused fingers. His hand hovered at the back of her neck for a moment before he raised his bottle of rum to his lips and remembered she had asked a question.
"Actually things are just as I left them, for the most part. 'e added a few things 'ere and there, but I was surprised actually...'ow many things 'e left the same."
Anamaria had moved to study a blank wall. "Wonder what used to hang here," she said, noticing the nail holes.
Draping his arm loosely around her shoulders, Jack gestured at the wall with the half empty bottle, "Mildred."
Anamaria turned questioning eyes on him.
Jack struggled to explain further, "Barbossa's wife, there was a portrait of 'er hanging there." Jack physically shuddered at the thought. "I couldn't bear to look at 'er ugly face so I pitched it overboard."
Anamaria laughed out loud. She couldn't help herself. She could imagine Jack heaving a large portrait of a very ugly woman over the side of the ship.
Jack dropped his arm and turned to stare at her, but Anamaria continued laughing.
"You wouldn't 'ave thought it was so funny if you'd seen the damned thing," Jack retorted. But his comment only caused her to laugh harder. Jack began to smile as well and then he started to laugh.
Anamaria sat down on his bed to try to gain control of herself and Jack plopped down beside her. Finally, the two were able to contain their laughter. As Jack took a large sip of rum, he realized that it had been a long time since he had laughed like that.
"You're funny," she smiling at him.
Jack wasn't sure how he should respond, but settled for, "Thank you."
"And I'm glad I don't have my own ship right now because I'm enjoying sailing with you."
"Gibbs was right, you've done a great job this week."
Anamaria couldn't believe she was hearing a compliment from Captain Jack Sparrow himself. "You're just drunk," she said, blowing it off.
Jack put his hand on her knee, "That I am." He smiled. "But I'm not saying it because I'm drunk. You really 'ave done an excellent job with The Pearl and the crew."
There was a brief moment of silence and then Anamaria managed a small, "Thank you." She stood and walked to Jack's desk, smoothing over a map with her fingertips.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked. He was feeling a little awkward that she had left him sitting alone on the bed.
"Just studying...trying to get some ideas about where we could go next." Her tone was distant and Jack knew she must be concentrating hard.
Reluctantly, he got up and moved to stand behind her. He leaned over her shoulder to look at the parchment he had been studying himself earlier. The map was an elaborate drawing of the islands in the Caribbean. Bootstrap Bill had given it to him many years ago and Jack had been glad to find that Barbossa had not tossed it out.
He touched a spot in the water with his fingertip. "I think this might be a good place to start."
Anamaria nodded, but didn't say anything.
"It's a main passage for ships sailing back to Spain and England with gold. There are several small islands close by that we could go ashore if the need arose. We could hide out pretty well and not be detected by the Navy."
The more Anamaria listened, the more she thought Jack's plan was a good one.
"Where's the Isla de Muerta?" she asked.
Jack looked at her suspiciously, "Can't tell you that luv."
She nodded. "So, we sail around here," she was trailing her finger along the path they would take as she spoke, "through this passage and into these open waters. Shouldn't be hard."
Jack was glad that his plan had her approval, even though he would never admit it.
"The island I grew up on isn't far from there," she commented.
Jack touched the island that he thought might be St. Croix.
"No." She touched his hand, guiding his finger to her birthplace. The simple gesture aroused Jack and he wondered if she could feel his predicament.
She turned her head to look directly in his eyes and gently touched his jaw. Jack couldn't resist. He captured her lips in his own.
Maps were pushed aside...rum was spilt...candles hit the floor. In Jack's hasty attempt to blindly clear his personal effects, hot wax spilt on his wrist, but he felt little pain as he lifted her to sit on the desk. Anamaria's mouth tasted of rum and it made Jack want her even more.
Breaking their kiss, she pulled her shirt over her head. Her eyes met his and Jack was in awe of her beauty. She had a perfect body and her seductive stare suggested that she knew it. She didn't give Jack long to look before she reached for his shirt. Quickly removing it, she pulled him to her and began kissing him again.
Jack felt himself falling in to her. Ana's arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were resting on her knees, his thumbs moving in small circles. Slowly, he began moving his hands up her thighs. She ran her fingers through his long hair, twisting and touching the beads and thick braids. Jack moved his hands to her waist, running his fingers over the smooth skin of her stomach. Anamaria shivered, enjoying the feel of his experienced, calloused hands.
He kissed her lips one last time and then moved to kiss her neck. He sucked at it gently, trying hard to resist the urge to leave his mark on her.
Anamaria sighed softly and Jack proceeded to leave a trail of kisses down her neck to her chest. Her fingers caught in his hair and her breathing became heavier as his lips reached their target.
As he licked and sucked at her right breast, his hand massaged the other. Then, leaving another trail of kisses to the opposite side, he this time allowed his free hand to run down her stomach and between her legs. He caressed her expertly through her pants, becoming more aroused himself by the moment.
Ana moaned heavily, "Jack," and he moved back to kiss her lips in an attempt to keep her from getting too loud.
While most of the crew was in Tortuga drinking, there were a few members still aboard the ship, keeping watch. Jack did not need them to overhear their captain and fellow crewmate enjoying themselves.
Ana kissed him back, tugging at the waistband of his pants. He easily allowed her to slip them off, enjoying the feel of her nails on his bare bottom as she pulled him closer to her. He moved to return the favor, running his hands down her chest to loosely pull at her pants. She parted from their kiss to suckle at his neck and his hands froze. His mind went numb to everything but the feel of her tongue swirling at the hollow of his neck, the feel of her teeth grazing his skin, and the sucking sensation that only she was capable of performing so well.
A low rumble echoed from his throat and Jack's thoughts returned. His fingers pulled numbly at her pants and she had to stand for him to be able to remove them properly. His lips caught hers for one final deep kiss, before spinning her around to take her from behind as she leaned over his desk.
Jack had never even brought a woman into his private sanctuary much less had sex with one on his desk. He smiled at the thought of sharing the moment with Anamaria as he continued to plow into her from behind. She was moaning loudly now and he was aware they were causing quite a raucous, but he didn't care anymore. If any crewmember dared ask him what went on behind his closed door, Jack would make the man pay dearly for it.
It did not take long for her to climax and Jack came soon after. His hands had been roughly holding her hips, but now he ran them softly over her stomach and caressed her breasts. She sighed quietly, standing up straight to lean against him. Jack kissed her ear lightly and felt the goose bumps raise on her skin.
"You like that?" he whispered into her ear.
"Mmmm," Ana moaned. She turned around to face him and kissed him hard. "I like everything you do to me," she said just above a whisper.
Jack smiled, leaning back in to kiss her again, but she pulled away.
"Did we spill all the rum?" she asked.
Jack looked around and then responded, "I believe so." He frowned, "I'll get another bottle."
He walked across the room to retrieve it from the cabinet and Anamaria followed. She sat down on his bed and he passed the bottle to her. She took a long swallow from it and then handed it back to him. He sat down beside her and took along drink.
"It's nice to 'ave rum this time," he commented.
She nodded in agreement, taking the bottle back from him. They both took another long drink before Anamaria asked, "Ready for more?"
Jack was already lying down and he pulled her to him in response, kissing her deeply.
She straddled him and between kisses said, "At least I know if I fall asleep here tonight, you can't leave me in the morning."
Jack laughed softly, "You know I wouldn't do that at this point."
"Mmhmm," she murmured against his lips. As she began to slowly rock against him, he added, "I need you too much now."
And then words didn't matter anymore because they were done talking for the evening.