slide of rain down her back was soft and stinging at the same time, and she
couldn't say if the rain was cold or warm but it was definitely wet. Wet,
and the air was warm and heavy, but the wind was sharp and
cool, and she felt herself being tossed about between them like a seabird
buffeted by a sudden storm. Between wind and rain and the warm, solid deck
of the Pearl between Jack and Will and the slick press of the rail
into her hip. Jack's hands clutched at her waist, Will's hands cupped her
breasts, Will's mouth drank rainwater from her lips, Jack's teeth scraped
against her neck, Will pressed hard and insistent between her thighs, Jack
more patient, pushed against her backside.
She'd wondered, once, if being shared by the two diminished her somehow,
made her their plaything and not their partner. Crushed between them,
battered by the wind and rain, she wondered if it mattered.
Slowly, Will dipped at the knees, gliding, sliding, upandin. Jack
cradled her, steadied her, as the front of her thighs clasped the outer
edges of Will's.
She felt the sting of yesterday's sunburn as Jack's nips traveled out across
her shoulder. The rain soothed each twinge as soon as it registered.
Will always closed his eyes at first, as if to block out everything that
might distract him from the feel of pushing inside her. She always kept hers
open, watched his face go first tight and tense, then slack and open,
watched the rain bead in his eyelashes and slip down his face like tears.
Watched the silver beads fly as his eyes opened with an almost audible
click. His eyes found hers, flew past, sought Jack's, and their mouths met
over Elizabeth's shoulder. First Will's tongue, then Jack's teeth, grazed
her ear. As Jack watched Will take her, they all three whispered to each
other, endearments, assurances, ragged pleas: oh god yes and I
love you and mine, mine, both mine.
At some point, she couldn't tell which voice was whose, or to whom each
murmur was addressed. That didn't matter, either.
The deluging rainfall soaked everyone's hair, plastering Will's to his
forehead as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Jack felt Elizabeth's skin
grow hotter against his chest, steaming away the touch of the cooler
precipitation with its intensity. Her keening brought him further towards
the need that threatened to overwhelm.
"I..." Jack's breath barely gave him room to pant in her dampened ear
"...please, luv?" He grazed her jawbone with his lower teeth.
"Want...need...yes..." her husky reply communicated her craving.
Jack reached beneath and caught some of the juices that soaked her hair
below. So much, it must be the rain mixing with it. Taking his slickened
hand, he slid back towards the other entrance there; stroked with a slippery
finger and wordlessly quested for admission.
She opened to him, bearing down onto his hand and blazing heat over his
belly from the flushed skin at the small of her back. Jack's fingertips slid
forward, brushed Will's balls, while his thumb massaged Elizabeth, just
barely entering her there, keeping time with Will's motion.
Will was harbor; Jack was ocean. She needed the pair of them, together.
"Both of you.... please..." Elizabeth gasped out.
Will stilled in her, steadied her in turn, giving her anchor on the
passion-tossed sea of stimulation. "Oil?" he murmured to Jack.
"No need o'that," Jack grinned a golden flash, reached and grasped the base
of Will's cock, and tugged downandout. "Just a fer moment, mate?"
Will slipped out of her, and Jack's cock quickly replaced him for a brief,
searing moment of differing angle and differing sensations; then Jack was
out and Will in again. Elizabeth reached back with her palms, tugged Jack
closer, wanting more.
Jack gave her two more quick, moistening swipes with his thumb, and then
sought the rear opening with his slippery cock.
Searthrobfill as Will held her against him, safe and sure.
Then the world turned sideways for Elizabeth, as both of her men began to
move. Again, it was like being tossed about between them, rocked by a sudden
squall, but this time she was not a keening gull but rather a swaying palm.
Anchored in the earth, reaching for the sky, water coursing down them all in
sheets as the rain intensified in a mirror of their passionate embrace.
Will, teetering on the brink of ecstasy for far too long, stopped moving.
Jack did not. The sensation of the other man's cock, stroking his own from
inside his love's body...
Jack watched Will's face shift from something akin to pain, on into pure
relief. As Will spent himself within her, Elizabeth felt her own wavecrest
approach and drown her senses in a tide of red and gold and blue. Muscles
clenching around him and inarticulate whimpering torn from two throats
tipped Jack over the edge of the precipice to follow them both on the long
"Well, now," Gibbs turned from his position at the helm to chuckle at
Anamaria, over his left shoulder, "weren't that a pretty sight?"
"Bah! Morals of cats!" Anamaria spat on the decking, and turned her shoulder
away again, blocking the view of the three nude figures, clutching and
panting on the foredeck of the Pearl.
Gibbs was consumed by mirth, eyes a-twinkle. "Ah, now, Ana. That's hardly
fair of ye. Ye must admit ye've ne'er seen a trio o'cats get up to that
In spite of herself, Anamaria laughed.