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{Emerges from under a pile of work contracts, baby books, home improvement projects, laundry, and original story outlines}

Hi everyone, I'm back. I wasn't planning on continuing this, remember it was supposed to be an one-hot. But plans don't always work out.

I read the Court of Roses and Thorns (seriously my new favorite book) and a Court of Silver Flames (OMG) and this chapter was the result.

Hope you enjoy it.


April

She only lasted two months. Two months since night her night of mind-blowing sex with a highly desirable pirate. She had been chasing that level of pleasure alone, had failed miserably and decided to go back to the source.

So, she used that magical sand dollar and locator spell again to find him. She was certain he would welcome another encounter with her, unless he found someone who could get his blood pumping like she had. Doubtful, what she had done was filthy and wanton, something she was more than willing to repeat and exceed

She entered the tavern and instantly heard his laugh through the noise of the building. She felt herself get aroused just at the sound of his laugh.

But she was not going to run to him, was not going to appear desperate. Instead, she ordered a drink from a server and instructed them to bring it to Killian's table.

Then she waited. She rearranged her clothes, mostly her neckline and the folds of her long dress. Having only one item of clothing would be easier in the long run.

The drink arrived at his table, he stared at it confused then followed the server's finger that pointed to her across the room.

His eyes darkened, especially when she winked at him. Killian politely excused himself from the table to join her.

"Back so soon, love?" He purred as he sat in the chair next to her.

"Says the man who practically bolted over here." Was her response.

His dark chuckle made her shiver. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I was hoping you would return."

"Well, you have something I want so here I am."

"Want or need?"

"Both."

He pulled back, a grin on his face. "I haven't been able to look in a mirror since our last dalliance."

"That explains why your hair is a mess." She reached up and pushed a piece of hair out of his face.

He caught her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist. "That won't be the only thing a mess tonight."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes, a promise I intend to begin right now, right here."

Her eyebrows rose. Here, now, in a crowded tavern where dozens of people could see and hear her?

"Unless you don't think you can't keep quiet?" He challenged her.

"I thought you wanted me to make noise?"

"Save them for later, love."

He just confirmed that they were in for a long night. Her eyes glowed in excitement. "I'll be quiet for this time." She moved her chair to face him. "How do you plan on doing this?"

He didn't answer, his hand gently dragged the hem of her dress up to her knee and slid his hand underneath.

She parted her legs for him as his fingers inched higher. They expected fabric but instead brushed bare skin. He looked at her with wide eyes. "Someone's prepared." His fingers gently touched her, and she let out a sigh. "Is this where you want me to touch you?"

"Yes." Her voice was caught in her throat.

The cold of his rings contrasted with his warm fingers as he very lightly stroked her. Her eyelashes fluttered at the touch. "I barely touched you and you are already dipping."

"Well, you are desire on legs. Besides, I can't get that image of you out of my mind."

"The image from the mirror, of my fingers pumping in and out of you."

"Yes, that one."

"We are going to take it slow right now." He cupped her and his four fingers stroked her from back to front.

She let out a sharp cry at the sensation as he glided across her wet folds. Her hand gripped his leg for some sort of balance. She was grateful for the tablecloth blocking all the action that was happening below her waist.

"I think we need to talk, love. People might find it odd if we are sitting here in silence."

"How have you been since our last fuck?" She somehow managed to get the question out.

"What a dirty mouth you have." Killian continued to lazily stroke her.

"Any idea what I could do with this dirty mouth?" She purred.

"Just one."

"Do tell."

"That would ruin the surprise. I'll tell you other things instead." He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "I haven't found another woman who makes me feel the way you do." His finger finally touched her bundle of nerves and he rolled it between his fingers. Her breath hitched. "Did the filthy things you did. Touched herself the way you did."

She squirmed in her seat, hoping for more.

"Do you want my finger inside of you, lass?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please Capitan. I want to ride your fingers." She added a little extra detail to her plea.

Killian growled and slowly pushed one finger into her entrance.

She moaned but knew she needed more.

"Look around the room. Does anyone have any idea what I'm doing to you?"

Her eyes darted around to a handful of people. Everyone was occupied with their drinks or the people at their table. No one noticed the flush on her cheeks. Good.

"Anyone?"

"No."

"How about now?" He pushed another two fingers in. All three pounded in and out of her. She bit back a gasp at the motion. Killian pulled his fingers out then back in to thoroughly explore her, finding all the spots that made her moan in pleasure.

Made her moan a little too loud, the people at the next table look at them. Neither one of them cared. Killian's finger curled inside of her at just the right angle to send her over the edge. He gently eased her down and she sighed when he took his fingers back. "I do love watching you fall apart, love." He licked his fingers.

That sight alone made her ready for round two. "Give me a moment and you can see it again."

"Not here. Let's go someplace where you can scream as loud as you want." He whispered in her ear.

She rearranged her dress, and he helped her to her feet. They left the tavern and headed to the dock.

But he pulled her into a dark alleyway. "Do you know what image haunts my dreams?" Killian's voice was husky. "Your head between my legs."

Well, that was something that didn't happen last time. She gave him a sultry grin. "Well, not everything should stay in your dreams." She sank to her knees, undid the laces, and shoved his pants down.

His cock sprang out, already hard.

"Did touching me do this to you?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes."

She stroked him gently, feeling the full length in her hand. "Gentle or rough?" She gave a tug.

"Rough."

She pulled a few times, sweeping a finger over the tip. "Anything I should add, Captain?" She was enjoying this, having him at her mercy.

"That dirt mouth of yours."

"You want my dirty mouth around your cock? You want my tongue circling the tip ever so slightly?"

"Bloody hell. Do it before I put my cock in your mouth myself."

"So impatient." Before Killian could make good on this threat, she closed her mouth around him. She swirled her tongue around and gently dragged her teeth along the length. He let out a strangled moan and she slowed down a hair to work him with her hand in addition to her mouth. She hollowed out her cheek to add some sensation.

His fingers found her head, tangling in her hair as he pushed her closer, causing her to take him deeper.

One guttural groan from him and he climaxed in her mouth. She swallowed him and released him, looking up.

Killian was wrecked but stated. But hopefully not too stated. What she had done, had witnessed, made her need her own release. She got to her feet. "Done already, Captain?"

"No, not yet." He touched her lips. "That won't be the only place I plan of sticking my cock tonight."

"Good. Change of location, I hope."

"Yes, only the stars will hear you scream."

They finally made it to the dock. A small boat sat there with one of Killian's crew members. He was given strict instructions to take them to the Jolly Roger and not return until morning.

They had the whole night to make up for lost time. She didn't look at him during the short trip, the rocking of the boat was only a reminder of what he was going to do to her body.

When they reached the Jolly Roger, Killian took her hand to help her onto the deck. "I'm going to ravish you tonight." He whispered in her ear.

"Looking forward to it."

They went down to the captain's quarters, and she turned to face him. "You haven't properly kissed me yet."

"Apologies love, but I was occupied with properly fucking you."

"There was nothing proper about that." She huffed.

"All in good time. Show me where you want me to kiss you."

Her fingers touched her chin, her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, behind her ears, the hollow of her throat. Killian obligated each spot with a lingering kiss. She met his eyes as she slowly undid the dress's front zipper. He was ready to reach out and grab her, but she was faster and turned around. The top of her dress fell to her waist, and she touched the base of her neck. His lips went there and then he peppered her spine with light kisses.

When he reached the bottom, he turned her around, arms encircling her waist and her breasts bare to his eyes.

"Besides failing to properly kiss you, I haven't given these the attention I know you crave." He grasped one breast and rubbed a nipple between his fingers. "I missed these."

She bit her lip. "They missed your touch."

"My hand or my tongue?"

"Both."

"What about my hook?"

"Save that for later." She had plans in her mind for it.

His arm snaked around her, picking her up to sit on the high desk. His mouth devoured one of her breasts while his hand caressed the other.

So many sensations went through her body, both gentle and rough. The nipping of teeth, the nuzzling of his nose, the sucking of her nipple, the long strokes of his tongue and the hard squeezes of his hand.

There was an ache building between her legs as he went on and she needed some pressure or friction.

Her hand drifted down to offer herself some relief. But his hook caught her wrist, pinning it just far enough away. "Not yet. Besides only my cock will touch you there. And I'm not done touching you yet." He growled.

His hand and mouth switched on her breasts and all her skin prickled. Her level of desire rose, and she almost didn't think she could take it anymore.

He pulled back to look at her for a moment then his mouth slanted over hers and she instantly reacted. Her lips parted to greet his tongue. He pulled her flush against his still clothed chest, the hard leather and fasteners hurting her erect nipples. Her hands pushed the coat off his shoulders, and she made her attempt to take off his vest. He pulled away only far enough to give her room to do so.

He pulled his shirt off his body, and she stared for a moment before pulling him back to her.

Skin touched skin and her legs spread to get him closer to her. The kisses were heated, breaths huffed into the other's mouth, nail snapped down her back or his scalp. Hands roamed over bodies. She pulled his heavy chains off his neck, they only impeded the view.

Killian then rolled his hips between her legs, and she whimpered.

"Do you need something to fill you up, lass?"

"Yes, you."

He attempted to climb on to the table to cover her body with his, but the quiet creaks changed him mind. "Wrap your legs around me."

She did and gasped when he pressed into her hard. He carried her to bed and gently dropped her on the sheets.

"Strip." He told her.

She didn't need to be told twice. She pulled her dress off as he removed his boots and pants.

He finally climbed on top of her but only teased her entrance with the tip of his cock. "Is this what you want, love?"

"Yes." She was practically begging now.

"Is this what you have been dreaming about for two months?"

"Yes, every time I touch myself, every time I ride my own fingers, I imagine you."

His eyes darkened. "You touch yourself thinking of me? Your fingers don't feel as good as my cock, do they?"

"No, they don't. Please I need you."

"I dream about you too." His cock brushed her folds and her hips buckled, aching for more. "My own hand doesn't feel a divine around my cock as it does when it's inside of you."

"I'm so wet and ready for you. Stop teasing me."

"If you don't enjoy my teasing, why are you moaning? Say please."

"Please."

She didn't have time to finish the word before his tip slid in. Then slid out. She almost yelled, but his cock slid back in, a little deeper this time.

"Very slow lass. I want you to feel each and every drag." He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his fingers entwined with hers.

He slid in and out a few more times, each time taking her a little deeper. The long drags of his cock against her walls made her want more, wanted the whole thing in her.

"More."

Finally, he pulled out a waited until she looked at him. "Now lass, I am going to properly fuck you." The full length of his cock penetrated her, and she swore she saw stars. She clenched around him and arched her back to change the angle.

He pounded into her then slowed down a hair, but she urged him to keep going.

He leaned forward to attack her neck and throat. Her legs wrapped around his waist, attempting to drive him deeper into her. He did ram into her, hitting that spot and her world shattered, reformed and shattered again. Her scream came from the bottom of her soul.

A guttural growl came from him, and he was sated. Hook collapsed onto to her, his cock slid out of her.

Everything throbbed, in a good way. They laid there for a while in silence, his finger stroked her hairline, and her fingers ran up and down his back.

"Ouch." She finally said.

"Ouch good or..."

"Good, definitely good. Nap now or after the next round?"

"How many rounds do you think there will be?" He was curious.

"As many as we can handle."

"I think I can handle another round now, can you? Handle another fuck?"

"Well, when you word it like that. What do you have in mind?"

"Change of location, for me at least." He got up from the bed and returned with a cloth to clean the both of them up. Then he leaned against the table. "Touch yourself."

Her breath hitched. He wanted to watch her as she touched herself? She had mentioned what she did at home during the months apart but hadn't thought he was curious. Apparently, he was.

"I thought only your cock was going to touch me."

"That was before you spoke of your activities during our time apart. Now touch yourself."

She nodded and knelt up on the bed facing him, spreading her legs. She started at her breasts, squeezing them together, then kneading and flicking, trying not to block his view. She felt her nipples become hard at her touch and being watched by Killian was turning her on faster.

She dragged her fingers down her ribs to her stomach, planning on going further south.

"Do it again."

That wasn't where she needed friction, but she pushed her hands back up. She switched the motion on her breasts, this time she slowly and gently circled her nipple then pinched it. She hissed.

"Now down."

She spread her fingers as they dragged down her stomach to the apex of her legs. She was wet, almost dripping. Her head rolled back when she ran a finger through her folds. She rolled her bundle of nerves. "Ah, ah, ah."

"Make as much noise as you need, love. No one can hear you."

Her fingers danced over her folds and her hips rocked over her hand, slowly at first but they picked up speed. Her fingers were glistening with essence of her.

"Just ride your fingers, play with yourself. But don't put a finger inside your wet core." Killian said, mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

She gasped but continued with her current actions.

So close... she needed a finger or something.

Killian seemed to read her mind and had plans. He stood, pulled her to her feet and bent her over the table. His cock swiftly entered her slick core.

Now she was overwhelmed with desire and sensation. There was nothing gentle about his thrusts as he pounded into her.

She let herself scream until she was horse and they climaxed together. They heaved, his arms holding her limp body.

"You alright there, lass?"

"I think so."

"Good, now we rest. And one more round. You said something about my hook."


She woke up a few hours later on her stomach and Killian's hand on her ass. "Does that mean you are ready for the next round?"

"Lass, I'm always ready for the next round."

She crawled on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her body was being awaken and his kisses and light touches made her dizzy.

He gripped her ass and rolled his hips against her. She could already feel her wetness and so could he.

"So wet, already love? I barely touched you."

You mean you barely touched me in the past few minutes. You can't keep your hand off me."

"Yes, I can."

"Doubtful."

"Watch." He pulled his hand to rest behind his head. "See. You said you wanted the hook for something."

"The hook is going to explore all of me."

He swallowed hard and held up his hook to her. She twisted it until it came free of the holder. It was heavy in her hands. She started at the top, brushing it against her lips and down her throat. At her breasts she toyed and stimulated them until his lustful eyes. The cold hook grazed her nipple, a hum came from her. Then she slowly licked a few inches of the hook and coated her breasts with the wetness. She leaned forward. "Blow."

Killian gave the gentlest of breaths and she trembled. "Do it again." He quietly said.

She did, the sensation was amazing.

Then she slowly dragged the hook up and down between her breasts. "Would you rather this was your nose?" She asked.

"Or my cock."

"So many places that could go."

The sharp point of the hook circled her breasts, she enjoyed the danger of it.

"Careful there, lass, wouldn't want to ruin your beautiful skin."

"Only you can ruin me." She moved the hook down her stomach. "Should the hook be wet again?"

"Yes."

She did it slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She dragged the hook across her stomach and leaned forward.

He didn't need to be told what to do. His breath made her quake.

But she needed the hook lower. She leaned back but didn't sit back down, leaving some space between his stomach and her dipping core.

The cold hook touched the apex of her leg and drifted to her folds. She parted them and rubbed. Her essences mixed under Hook's hooded eyes.

"Bloody hell." He growled.

She used the point to flick the bundle of nerves a few times. "Enjoying the view, Captain?"

"Very much."

"Want a better one?" Without waiting for a response, she fell back, legs open, exposing everything to him. The hook dragged from front to back. She needed more from herself and stilled the hook to rub her hips over it. She moaned as she rode the cold metal.

Suddenly she knew she needed something inside of her and the hook wasn't going to do the trick. She sprung up, dropping the hook to the floor.

"Mouth now."

Killian pushed himself down on the bed as she positioned herself right on top of his face. His tongue darted around her entrance and his nose nuzzled her.

Her hands gripped the headboard, and she rocked her hips for some more friction.

He grabbed her hip. "Stay still." He licked her folds, enjoying the taste.

Her toes curled and she quivered at his breath on her core and finally his tongue entered her. Killian remembered which sensitive parts needed to be touched to make her shudder.

Her whole body convulsed with pleasure and ecstasy. He sucked as she moaned and screamed above him and eased her down from her high.

"Please, I need you." He said.

She looked down at him, his eyes dark. She crawled down his body to impale herself on his hard cock. She whimpered as she coaxed herself to move her hips, ignoring her over sensitive and tightened core.

He furiously rocked her hips to the speed he needed; she felt another release building inside of her. She clutched her inner muscles around him.

A string of curses was on her lips as she threw her head back and her release slammed into her. He followed a moment later.

She fell onto him, he slid out of her, making her exhale.

"Wow."

"Not sure that is the right word there, love."

"That's all my mind can think of. The mind that you just blew."

"You did the same for my mind. Now sleep. Dream of me."


Yeah, so there it is.

I do have the next chapter pretty much ready to do though I wasn't sure about the direction I wanted to take. A threesome crossed my mind but that would be too much work, so I decided against it. (Don't ask, you aren't getting it.) Instead, I moved the location and the dynamic is going to change dramatically, making it fluffy.

Let me know what you think of this chapter.