Midnight Snack

 “I’m starving.”

“Hmm?” Jack was nowhere near awake. But the woman did not deter easily, or Poseidon only knew she wouldn’t be here, on his ship, in his bed, turning his life utterly upside down.

“I’m starving. What with talking all those hours and then making up for lost time, we missed breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and all the nibbles are gone and...”

“Oi! Cease and desist, woman. This pirate has learned that he is no match for a tigress when she is being kept from a meal. Only give me a moment to shed a little light on the situation, eh?”

Jack lit the oil lamp next to their bed and looked over to see a very tousled looking Suzanna, buttocks on heels and leaning forward, looking rather like a tigress actually, and one about to pounce. Which was not making Jack think of food at all, despite it being the middle of the night and them not having eaten all day. Her long brown curls were everywhere and the column of her neck and shoulders and down to her breasts showed a number of marks that gave evidence as to their evening’s activities. Making up for lost time, indeed. Jack couldn’t suppress a leering grin.

“I must say you’re looking a bit tempest-tossed, darling,” he took a step closer, “and it’s a very good look on you,” he added, his voice dropping dangerously.

“And whose fault is it that I’m looking like this, Jack?”

“Aye, and I’d gladly hang for having had the pleasure. But I’d prefer not to tonight, as there are other plans for it formulating in my mind even as we speak....”

“Those immediate plans had better include food or you can forget it.”

He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh, but in a rare show of self-discipline, she batted him away.

“I mean it, Captain. You’ve an obligation to keep your crew fed and happy, and I am not going to be happy until I get fed!”

“So you’re a member of the crew now, eh? So that means you’ll be taking orders from me, does it?” He got a very big, very dangerous grin on his face. “Aye, then. We’ll go stage a raid on the galley and get you some food. But then you’re mine, luv.”

There was something about how he said those last words that rippled a shiver through her as they crept on bare cat feet out onto the deck. Of course Jack could have sent someone or just gone in and taken it, but this was more fun. Suzanna had that flushed I’m-doing-something-naughty look and a slight giggle in her voice and then she did! This elegant woman actually giggled, and frankly it undid him every time. He got as giddy as she did. So sneaking was more fun.

When they reached the galley, Jack slid open the latch and slipped into the darkness pulling Suzanna in after him. He closed the door behind them and quickly pressed her up against it. His hands up above them against the door allowed him to press himself against her from toe to teeth, but his mouth didn’t touch her yet, his lips just grazed her ear as he challenged, “So are you determined to see through this course of piracy and accept the consequences of your actions?” He pressed his hips forward just a bit to punctuate his question.

“Yes,” she breathed, and damn it, she did sound all breathy. He knew her too well. Why were they here, again?

“And show courage and fortitude,” the hips moved again and she couldn’t totally suppress a small moan, “and faith in your Captain, whatever may come?”

“Yes,” she barely managed, her hips pressing back.

With a shudder of his own, Jack took a step back. “Good. Let’s get you something to eat then,” he said, turning his back to her. She started to follow, but Jack turned around. “Oh no, luv. You said it was my responsibility to feed you, remember? And feed you I will. But the Captain makes the rules.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, sitting her on top of the large butcher-block table where Suzanna had watched Murphy chop vegetables so many weeks ago. If he found them in here, Jack might have another mutiny on his hands.

She watched Jack look around searchingly, frown, and then pull off his bandana. “Oh well, a sacrifice I’m willing to make...”

He stepped behind Suzanna and tied the blindfold gently around her eyes. She reached up a hand in protest, and Jack caught her wrist, rubbing it against his teeth and licking ever so slightly. “Now, now, milady. Can’t be having any of that or you’ll spoil all the fun.” Hmm...that gave him an idea. And it was plenty long enough...Reaching around to grab her other wrist, he pulled her arms behind her back and wrapped the other end of the scarf around her wrists, tying it firmly.

“Jack! What the hell are you doing?”

She couldn’t see him, but he spoke from behind her. “Now, now,” he warned, “you just made yourself a member of the crew, so that’s Captain to you right now, eh? At least until we leave this room...”

“Jack!” She protested.

“Captain, luv.”

“Well, then Captain” she bit back rather sarcastically, “if I’m on the crew, how come you can still call me luv?”

“Because I get to do pretty much whatever the hell I want.” That gave her pause. The tone of his voice left her in grave doubt of whatever she’d gotten herself into.

“Excellent then. If you’ll not pester me with insubordination anymore, I’ll get you something to eat.”

Suzanna heard the sounds of drawers and chests opening and closing and Jack humming happily to himself.

“He’s enjoying this far too much,” she thought, and if she was honest with herself, so was she. It felt like all the blood in her body was dancing to the surface in anticipation of what might come next.

She also felt like she was one more ingredient about to end up in the soup, as she heard him assembling things on the table next to her.

Jack took a minute to step back and admire his handiwork. Suzanna looked like she was about to jump out of her skin. There she was with her hands tied, pushing those breasts out that much further, and his mark on her throat. “Christ, man, what have you done? This is going to take some self-control,” he said to himself.

“Ready then?” he asked standing in front of her.

Suzanna pushed out her chin a bit, and Jack knew if he could see her eyes, they would have the sparkle of a challenge in them.

“Aye, aye, Captain,” she answered with a distinct note of sarcasm, which just made him smile more. He was hardly looking for submissive—as if he’d find it in her!—just a certain degree of surrender.

Suzanna felt something cold and wet pressed against her lips, and she opened them slightly. A morsel of juicy honeydew was the first little taste and it was delicious. “Mmm” she answered appreciatively as she bit into the sweet, juicy melon. “That’s so ripe, it’s perfect.” Jack suppressed a little moan of his own at her words and the look on her face. He might not want to take this too slowly if he was going to last at all.

“And for the perfect counter point,” Jack added, “a little something else with it this time.” Her next bite featured a thinly sliced piece of salty ham wrapped around the sweetness of the melon, and Suzanna nibbled with delight. Jack popped a piece of ham in his mouth and grabbed a piece of the melon then squeezed it so the juice ran onto her shoulder and his favorite collarbones. He leaned in to lick and suckle and do a little nibbling himself.

Suzanna gasped, “What are you doing?”

“You’re not the only one who’s hungry, luv,” he murmured against her skin, little waves of breath making her shiver that much more.

“Thirsty?” he asked after licking his way up her neck. No juice there but still plenty sweet to his taste.

Actually, her mouth was getting a little dry; must be from all the panting. Jack’s lips left her skin and she heard one of her favorite sounds—a champagne cork popping. “Courtesy of the cheeky bastard.”

Jack held the glass to her mouth. Suzanna took a sip followed by quite a large swallow.

“That was rather enthusiastic...”

“I’m trying to calm down,” she answered, her voice sounding a bit thin. Calming down was feeling quite out of the question now as she felt Jack’s nimble fingers at the bodice of her dress pulling out laces and separating fabric. He couldn’t get it all the way off her without untying her, but he pushed the shoulders down, essentially leaving her arms that much more pinned and baring her breasts quite beautifully. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts and listened to the raggedness of her breath and loved that it was him that was doing that, that he was the reason she was going slowly mad with desire.

“Sorry, luv, but I’ve absolutely no interest in allowing you to calm down...” Jack took a drink of the cold, delicious bubbles and then another mouthful without swallowing. He lowered his head and placed his lips to her breast, opening his mouth just enough so that the cold and the bubbles rushed over her nipple. Letting it fall, he then opened his mouth much wider to suck it back in, the hard pull eliciting a loud moan fast on the heels of the whimper caused by the bubbles. He repeated this maneuver on her left breast now and then dragged himself away for the next course—ravaging her mouth and showing no quarter.

“Please, Jack,” she begged, “let me touch you.”

“That’s Captain, luv,” he bit her neck then salved it with his tongue before issuing another hard bite, “and the answer is no. You’re still hungry.” He stepped away from her again, and truly she almost fell off the table for leaning to feel his body against hers again. “You’ll love this, darling. I know it’s one of your favorites and quite unexpected to find in these parts...”

She opened her mouth and actually threw her head back in ecstasy at the slice of fois gras Jack placed on her tongue. The silky smoothness was as close to sex as food could get, and she moaned in appreciation. He slipped another sliver in her mouth as his other hand began to slide up her leg.

“Mmmm, that’s bliss,” she purred as Jack used both hands now to push up the folds of her dress and leave her open to him. His thumbs slid over her hipbones as he leaned in to kiss her, tantalizing slowly and teasingly this time. “Not quite bliss yet, luv, but soon....”

Another sip of champagne proceeded yet another slice and then Jack’s hand reached to just graze her curls. She is so ready, he thought, right on the edge, and Suzanna whimpered shamelessly as he just barely touched her.

“I think you’re ready for dessert now, luv. I know I’m ready for something sweet” Suzanna felt a finger at her lips and immediately stuck out her tongue tasting the sweet wild taste of raspberry preserves. She immediately sucked his finger into her mouth, desperate for some point of contact, and the satisfying sounds of Jack’s moans joined her own. She couldn’t grab his hand, but she did her best to pull in as much of him with her mouth as she could, suckling between his fingers, his palm, and back to the pads before Jack made her stop with another scorching kiss.

“You’re mine now, luv,” he whispered against her lips and then moved down to taste her as he’d been longing to. Her back arched and she screamed. He had to hold on tight to her hips to keep her from falling. He kept his mouth hard against her as she came, and his tongue never stopped, knowing he could drag her back up and over again. He did it three more times until she collapsed, and he finally moved up to undo her wrists and take her in his arms.

It took awhile for her to come back to the land of the living, and Jack would have felt even more smug about how long he’d knocked her out if he wasn’t about to explode himself. When she did come back to him, she tried to say something, some exclamation of gratitude and ecstasy, but even though she tried, she was just incapable of speech. Well, talking was overrated. Instead she took hold of Jack’s hands and spun around so that she was facing the short end of the table and wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself to him in one hard pull. It was his turn to yell this time, part in pleasure and part in frustration, as he moved to get the cursed breeches out of the way. Finally he met with success and slid all the way in, and all he could think was that he had never felt anything hotter or better in his entire life. He’d taken her so far and held himself back for so long, that all he could be now was fast and furious and insistent and almost dead himself when it was over.

They must have drowsed there for a moment because suddenly Jack was aware of Suzanna’s voice though he couldn’t quite make out the words yet. As things came back into focus, though, he did.

“Hey, Jack…Now I’m really hungry.”

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