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I make no profit from writing this particular sort of smut, but that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be enjoyed in the same way all smut is enjoyed. The characters technically belong to the
all powerful corporation behind the curtain. Pay no attention to it.
Surrender
It is one thing to tease a hard nipple between one’s fingers, and quite another to tease a hard nipple between one’s fingers while the owner of said nipple makes the most arousing purring noises imaginable.
Jack held his breath as he watched Will’s eyes slide shut, his mouth fall open, his head roll back, his hands clench into tight fists. And listened to the deep, rolling purr.
The line of Will’s jaw pointed his chin straight up in the air, and Jack could not resist bending down to sweep his tongue across the fine hairs of Will’s beard. Downy soft. Lovely.
Will tilted his head down and caught Jack’s lips with his own. There was that delicious taste again, and it was Jack’s turn to growl.
Never. Never would Jack get enough of kissing this boy. He was sure of it. It was sublime. And Will seemed to have lost his shyness, at least when it came to kissing. His tongue jabbed into Jack’s mouth, insistent and needy. Jack drew the slick muscle into his mouth and sucked on it gently.
Will responded by rearing up off the bed violently while thrusting his tongue even further past Jack’s pursed lips. His hands came up to grasp Jack’s biceps, squeezing them urgently. Lord, the lad had strong hands.
Jack’s fingers had not left the hardened nipple. He wondered if Will would just keep getting more and more excited as long as he continued, and how long it would take him to reach his peak from it, if that were the case. Then he thought there were too many things he wanted to do other than answer that specific question at this particular moment.
Jack released the nipple and Will let out a disappointed little mewl into his mouth. Jack released Will’s tongue, causing Will to let out a long sigh. Will fell back on the hard bed with a muted thud.
Will tried to keep track of what was happening, but the sensations coursing through him confused him. He had kissed the pirate, and the pirate had kissed him back. Obviously, Will had not been mistaken about the pirate’s attraction to him after all. Then the pirate had taken hold of Will’s nipple and that was where Will’s ability to follow the action accurately got befuddled.
He knew a tongue had been grazing his chin, and that had to have been Jack’s, because no one else was there. Then his tongue was in the pirate’s mouth. Being sucked. Oh, God, that was what had happened. Jack sucked his tongue and Will thought, it was so insane but he thought it anyway, that his cock was getting even harder, and he tried very hard to imagine it was his cock being sucked, not his tongue.
Will was again torn - between being disgusted by the idea and wanting his tongue back in Jack’s mouth. There was a definite connection between his tongue and his cock, and Will was determined to learn more about it.
Jack had other ideas. He yanked Will’s shirt out of his waistband, pulling the garment over his head.
Now there was a sight. Young Master Turner with both arms up over his head, wrists tangled in his sodden shirt, struggling to free himself.
He ducked his mouth down to the broad chest below and pulled the painfully aroused nipple between his lips, whilst flicking at it with the tip of his tongue. He had to hold onto the edge of the bed when Will’s entire body, from head to toe, undulated beneath him.
Bootstrap had never been that sensitive.
Jack swept his hand down over Will’s tightened stomach muscles, lingering around the indentation of his navel. The other hand slid under Will’s lower back, and it was easy to coax Will up, so pliable, so eager, so that his back was arched. Jack ran his tongue toward the navel.
Will’s hands tangled in Jack’s hair when the pirate’s tongue made its first stab. He fought to gain control of his body, to stop this madness, but it was a hopeless. The pirate never played fair. How could one possibly behave in a proper manner when a hot, wet tongue was swirling around a sensitive area like that?
Jack held onto Will’s hips with both hands to keep from being thrown off the bed. The boy was writhing all over the place. The pirate stopped fucking the lovely little hollow with his tongue to look up. Will seemed to have given up on freeing his arms, which were thrown wantonly above his head.
A furious wave threatened to toss both men to the floor. Jack pushed Will down to gain some leverage and swung one leg over Will’s to anchor them both to the bed.
“Steady there, lad. Don’t want to be flying off, do we?” He growled, barely audible above the racket of the storm. He raised his hand to stroke the sensitive skin under Will’s upper arm. The muscle twitched, and Jack’s gaze followed the attractive curve down to a thatch of soft, almost black hair.
He moved his head to nuzzled under Will’s arm. Hot, intoxicating, spicy musk filled his head. He couldn’t resist a little lick, and Will bucked under him. Ticklish. Fascinating. Jack raised his head, a bit dazed from the sensory overload.
Hmm, the brow crease was deep, and the deep brown eyes swam with emotion. Uncertainty. Apprehension. A little bit of disgust. With Jack? With himself? Who knew? Lust - that definitely lay underneath everything. At the root of everything.
“What do you intend to do with me?” Will demanded, in a not entirely demanding way since his voice was almost as shaky as the rest of him, which was trembling prettily.
Jack could do nothing to stop the smirk from spreading across his face. “Nothing that will hurt, fear not. Although, judging from your reactions thus far, I’d say you might be in for a few surprises.” He reached up to untangle Will’s hands from the shirt. As stimulating as the thought of a tied up and very aroused Will Turner at his mercy was, Jack did not want the boy to think he was being forced into anything.
Once his hands were freed, Will looked nervously up, in the direction of the deck, the crew. The storm.
“Don’t fret, luv, we won’t be disturbed. They’re under orders to stay topside, eh. But I could lock the hatch, if it’d give you some reassurance like.”
The chocolate pools widened impossibly and Will struggled to sit up. His movements jolted Jack, who ended up practically in Will’s lap, erection pressing painfully into the boy’s hard stomach. Jack gritted his teeth and attempted to maintain outer calm.
He stroked the side of Will’s face, easing his frantic expression. “S’okay, luv. I’m not locking you anywhere. Relax.” His fingers wandered into the damp chestnut curls and ran through the silky lengths. “Shh, I know. You can’t stand the idea of being locked up, ‘specially not under the water line.”
He saw the wonder in Will’s eyes, the amazement that Jack understood so well. Jack continued cooing words and noises of comfort as he stroked Will’s hair and cheek, drawing him back, pulling him away from his fear and back into his lust. There, that was much better. He stroked down Will’s strong back, up over defined shoulders, lingering in that little dimple at the top of the deltoid, back down the smooth chest past navel to waistband.
Will was half-sitting, propped up on his elbows, shirtless with the pirate on top of him. He looked up at lust-black eyes, and the tips of gold teeth showing through parted lips.
“You mean to have your way with me then…” he stuttered. Helpless.
Jack grinned. “Don’t be so vexed. I’ll do only what you want me to, only what we both want, so neither of us has to satisfy ourselves all by our onesie’s tonight. And, on my honour, I do swear to you that I shall endeavor to entertain and gratify with each and every deed the evening brings.”
Will just blinked. The nipple the pirate had sucked ached. His tongue tingled. He could feel the wet spot where Jack had licked under his arm. Even the hair on his chin bristled from the touch of the pirate’s tongue. As for his navel, well, the jury was out on whether he would ever be able to look at his own stomach ever again without getting hard.
Jack was snaking down his body now, licking and kissing as he went. Nipping gently at his shoulder, swiping his flat tongue against the untouched nipple, breathing hot and heavy against his stomach. Will fell back with a loud thud that coincided with a wave crashing against the side of the boat to his right.
Jack was fumbling with the fastenings on Will’s trousers now, and Will became suddenly aware of the scope and embarrassing severity of his erection. He reached down to feebly push Jack away from his groin, but Jack succeeded in pulling the fabric away and Will ended up with two handfuls of tangled, beaded hair and a wave of searing hot breath flowing over his rigid member.
The sound that came from Will’s throat was feral, more demanding than a purr, more shameless than a growl. Jack was going to have to deal with his own erection soon, especially if the boy insisted on making sinfully arousing noises like that, but he would concentrate first on giving as much pleasure as he could muster.
Will gave up, closed his eyes, concentrated on the feeling of a slick tongue tracing around the head of his cock. It felt better than anything he’s ever felt in his whole life.
He couldn’t understand why he had ever thought it could be wrong.
Next: Chapter 11 Pleasure
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