prodigal sons

JACK

The grind of her ass against him drags a muffled groan from Jack's throat where his lips continue to write poetry against her throat, his hips tilting forward of their own accord. "I've never been one to deny you what you want," he mutters, mouth dragging against the shell of her ear enough for her to hear the sharp hitch of his breath the moment her fingers ghost across her clit, the flare of pleasure dragging at his senses like a rogue wave fighting to claim his footing.

Allowing her the freedom to touch herself as he unbuckles his belt, the soft hush of waves against the sand already starts to flicker with the pulse of her heartbeat in his mind, her desire like a craving that refuses to be ignored. The Captain has no intention of wasting time, luckily, swiftly freeing himself from his pants and fitting himself between her thighs, one hand dropping to her hips and the other twisting, gently for now, into the scarlet cascade of her hair.

With eyes gone dark as a sea in a storm, Jack teases himself against her slick heat for a beat or two, the thick, hard length of him little more than a suggestion or a promise. The next second has him sheathing himself inside her though, drawing her down against him as he thrusts up, fingers gripping her curls more tightly already. "Spread your legs," he hisses, clearly having no intention of being gentle.

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!