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I don’t own the characters, but I didn’t steal them either, I just borrowed them... Without permission. But with every intention of returning them - once I’ve had my wicked way with them - in no way harmed or diminished. Yet fully satiated.
The Pirate Way I
Long, powerfully built legs wrapped around Captain Jack Sparrow’s waist as he sank deeper into the body of the man beneath him. The captain gasped at the intense heat and pressure. He looked down into wide, chocolate eyes and smiled.
“Y’alright there, matey?” he drawled.
A quick nod, and the beautiful man thrust his hips up to take his captain more fully inside. They moaned in unison and began a slow rhythm together, thrusting and twisting to get the most satisfying contact possible.
So many days at sea without sight of land or respite from the gruelling sun took its toll on a body. Jack knew from experience how the isolation could get to you. This intimate connection with another man was the only thing to keep him sane on a long voyage such as this one. That was the pirate way.
“Oh, Captain Sparrow, please, more!”
Jack reached between their bodies, brushing past sharp hipbones and flat abs to grasp the long, hard shaft that waited for him. His other hand tangled in thick brown hair, pulling back to bare a delicious, tanned throat to his hungry mouth.
“Is that more what you had in mind, Mr. Turner?” he growled before attaching his lips to the luscious column and sucking hard.
The lithe body beneath him bucked erratically, and Jack had to shut his eyes tight, unable to watch the gorgeous flesh writhing and hear the wanton moans of his lover at the same time without losing all control. It was, alas, to no avail. As the tempo gradually increased he could feel his orgasm building inside him until he was ready to bust.
The two pirates thrashed about on the narrow bed until they reached their peaks together, Jack finding his belly bathed in hot cream at the same time he emptied himself into his panting lover.
They fell back onto the bed and held onto each other tightly. The older man let out a long, satisfied sigh that made Jack smile in gratitude.
“God, Bootstrap, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Next: Jack Woos Will
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