Summary: Kate watches Jack and Sawyer and decides to join them
Warning: Insanely long and *extra* smutty.
Note: Written early for the "Cuff 'Em, Vamp 'Em, or Just Make 'Em Come Already Kink and Cliche Multi-Fandom Challenge." My kink assignment was marking. If you like your Jack dominant, here you go.
Added note: So this originally started out as a follow-up to The Big Steal. But a true follow-up would require *way* too much plotting. So it’s just PWP. And kink. And definitely OOC. And how did a PWP get this long any way!?
Sawyer leaned back against the tree, his eyes closed, his hands on Jack’s head. Between groans he spoke urgently to Jack in low tones. “Fuck, Jack. Fuck, yeah. Oh my God!” And then he groaned loudly and covered his face with one hand, biting the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger.
Kate was close enough to see every detail, to hear both of their sighs and moans and it was driving her crazy. She’d been spying on them ever since that night on the beach and she felt like she was ready to burst out of her skin.
The thought of blackmailing them had been her justification for following them whenever they snuck off into the jungle, but she didn’t care about that anymore. Her skin burned to be touched like Jack was touching Sawyer.
She imagined herself in Sawyer’s place, how Jack’s mouth would feel, how he would press his tongue inside her until she screamed and bit her own hand like Sawyer was doing now. She’d press her hips into Jack’s face, just like Sawyer, begging Jack to make her come again and again.
And then, without thinking it through, she had torn off her clothes and was walking towards them. Sawyer sensed her somehow, and his sex-glazed eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He froze and thumped Jack on the shoulder.
Jack looked up, and then followed Sawyer’s gaze.
They both stared at her. They didn’t look guilty, exactly, just very, very surprised. Sawyer’s cock had slipped out of Jack’s mouth, but other than that, neither of them had moved at all. Kate just kept walking and smiling, trying to seem as confident as if they’d both invited her.
“Don’t let me stop you,” she said, leaning up first to brush Sawyer’s lips, and then bending down to kiss Jack. He didn’t respond, so she backed off. She moved to put her hand on Sawyer’s stomach, just above his cock, when she noticed the mass of bruises on Sawyer’s right hip. Some were an angry red, some were older and fading into purple and yellow.
It was her turn to be surprised, to have her eyes go wide. She hadn’t been able to see the bruises with Jack’s head between Sawyer’s legs - not from the angle she’d been watching them anyway.
None of them said anything. And then Kate covered her confusion with a smile and moved her hand to Sawyer’s dick, guiding it back toward Jack’s mouth. “You can pretend I’m not here,” she said, moving her other hand to the back of Jack’s head. “Or I could...”
And she moved her left hand to Sawyer’s chest and her other hand to cradle his balls. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as Jack took him in his mouth again. And then Sawyer leaned down to meet her lips, pulling her closer, his hands on her shoulders.
She felt Jack’s hand on her thigh, gripping her hard. It sent a thrill through her, awakening the hairs on the back of her arms and legs. He anchored her there as she clung to Sawyer. She reeled at how how hard and warm Sawyer was, and how he was melting from her touch, combined with Jack’s diligent mouth.
Sawyer’s hands moved to her breasts, cupping them gently at first and then harder, keeping the same rhythm as Jack was. She imagined she was tasting Sawyer too. His lips were salty from sweat and she briefly teased his tongue like it was his cock. He groaned, hovering on the verge of his climax.
He brushed his hand between her legs, and she inhaled sharply. But she shook her head and moved his hand away. “Wait,” she said. He opened his eyes, looking confused, but nodding.
Jack’s hand dug into her thigh and she felt Sawyer’s balls tighten in her hand, felt the release as he exploded into Jack’s mouth. He cried out, his hand clutching her breast as he gave up himself to the intense wave of pleasure that wracked his body. She was gloriously here, in between them, part of them. She was on fire to be touched, but it wasn’t time yet. Not quite yet.
She put her head against Sawyer’s chest, listening to his heart thud and feeling his sweat beading along her cheek. And then she knelt down, trailing her hand along his body as she did so, and thrust her tongue into Jack’s mouth, tasting both of them together.
Her hand lingered on Sawyer’s hip and she squeezed without thinking. He flinched and swore. And she hastily drew her hand back, breaking her kiss with Jack.
Suddenly, being there felt awkward again, like they were speaking a foreign language she didn’t understand.
Jack was getting to his feet. He was shirtless, but he was still wearing his pants. His face was a mask. Maybe he was getting ready to ask her what the hell she was doing here.
“Jack,” she began hastily, “I want you to do me like you did Sawyer.”
Jack looked at her, and then he looked at Sawyer, who flashed a wicked smile.
“I just want to be part of it. To be with both of you.” Kate continued. “I don’t care how.”
Jack seemed to be turning the idea over. And then he pulled her to him, kissing her hard enough to draw blood as he crushed her lips against her teeth. He maneuvered her against the tree -- and into Sawyer’s waiting arms-- and he fell to his knees again.
He pushed her back against Sawyer’s body with his head, trapping her between them. He rubbed the top of his head between her legs as he thrust her thighs apart. His close-cropped hair felt deliciously like stiff fur and the gesture was like a cat who wanted to leave his scent on her. Or who wanted her scent on him.
He brought his head up and just breathed on her for a minute. She was already so aroused from watching them, the wetness was seeping out of her and he hadn’t even really touched her yet.
Sawyer held her close, his hands on her shoulders, and he began to nuzzle her neck, but she barely noticed as Jack’s tongue found her clit. He lapped at her lightly at first, as he tongue teased her in ever-smaller circles.
He slipped two fingers inside her and she trembled at how rough and good they felt. He knew exactly what he was doing, sliding his hand in and out, stopping now and then to press hard, as hard as his tongue was pressing from the outside.
He sure touch sent prickling waves of pleasure up and down her thighs and her stomach. She knew he could have made her come right then, but he was making her wait. He stopped and then started again and then stopped, until she was nearly ready to cry from frustration.
And then he added something new. As his hand and tongue toyed with her, he dug the fingers of his left hand into her hip, leaving bruises as ugly as Sawyer’s, she knew. It hurt like hell, but she bit her lip and willed him to keep going. The pain sharpened her senses, like a hit of wasabi or hot sauce. It was exhilarating and crazy and overwhelming. It made her feel more alive than she could remember.
But mostly, it was Jack and he was doing to her exactly what he’d done to Sawyer. He was marking her.
Jack’s hand moved inside her again, as he sucked desperately at her clit and she knew this was it. The wave started in her stomach and she tensed as it started to wash over her. She jumped when Sawyer’s hand moved to her breasts, the unexpected stimulation sending her over the edge. With Jack’s hand still tearing into her hip, she came with a white-hot flash that burned from head to toe.
But he wasn’t done with her. He didn’t let up with his tongue or his hands, and she came again, the pain almost overtaking the pleasure this time.
Her body was like a clenched fist, opening again and again for him, until she had to bat him on the head to get him to stop.
He fell back, and for the first time since she’d interrupted them, he was grinning. He looked pleased with himself as his dark eyes took in her flushed body. He cradled her trembling hips in his strong hands, holding her firmly in place as he nipped at the spot where he’d just bruised her.
She whimpered in pain but Jack held her fast. Sawyer held her too, whether to keep her from fleeing, or as some kind of comfort, she wasn’t sure. He let her head rest on his chest as Jack worried her skin with his teeth, biting and sucking and licking. She found herself biting into her hand, as Sawyer had done, to keep from screaming.
Sawyer stroked her hair and whispered in her ear, telling her everything was all right. She leaned back against him, drawing on his reassuring strength, soothed by his voice and his soft touch as Jack's tongue and teeth agonized the same patch of skin over and over.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Jack stopped. He gave her hip a last, feather-light kiss and stood up.
Her head was spinning, like she’d taken some strange new drug. It must be the endorphins, she thought vaguely.
Jack stood up and undid his fly. He stepped out of his pants, his erect cock springing free. Without a word, he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. She winced as her sore hip rubbed against his chest.
He took a few steps and then laid her down. His eyes were clouded with desire and she forgot all about any pain he had caused her. She spread her legs as he lowered himself on top of her. He was inside her like that, and if she thought his fingers had felt good, it was nothing compared with his cock.
It filled her completely, and if she wasn’t so insanely wet, it might have been a problem. She moaned, wrapping her legs around him, and arching her hips, urging him as deep as possible and deeper even than that. His touch, the weight of his body, the feel of him, his scent, how he moved -- everything was driving her crazy.
With every thrust, he brushed against the hip he had marked, and it became just another part of the pleasure - the sharpest part, the one that kept her focused on him.
She’d nearly forgotten about Sawyer, but now he was laying next to her, taking her head in his hands and kissing her passionately as his hands roamed over her. He teased her nipples, tweaking them hard, as he sighed into her mouth.
She was blissful, lost in Sawyer’s heady kisses and Jack’s divine fucking. She’d never dreamed how intense it would be to be part of their sex games. To be welcomed and desired and kissed and fucked and just theirs.
Sawyer pressed his body up against hers, feeding on her moans of pleasure. He hooked his thigh over her and Jack’s entwined legs, as close as if Jack were fucking both of them. And then she realized Jack was fucking both of them. He had his thumb up Sawyer’s ass and as he slammed his hips into hers, he jerked his hand inside Sawyer.
She fell on Sawyer’s mouth, breathing his air, moaning his moans for him. Because they were the same. They were both Jack’s. She reached for Sawyer’s cock and was rewarded with a sharp gasp. She jerked him hard, all her focus now on making Sawyer come, on feeling his orgasm with him.
It didn’t take long, with her hand working his cock and Jack’s thumb inside him, and she drank in Sawyer’s deep, shuddering groan, feeling proud and possessive of him at once.
Jack was still going strong, pounding into her, but now he was speeding up, pushing into her harder and pulling out farther each time. He pressed his hand into her hip as if in punishment for paying so much attention to Sawyer, and she bit her lip, so close to asking him to stop doing that for god’s sake. She was raw inside and out, and tears started to form from the pain.
A spent Sawyer was competing for her attention, too. He put his head on her stomach, his hand sneaking over a second later to begin rubbing her clit. Sawyer kissed Kate’s stomach, and then Jack’s, his hand cupping Jack’s ass.
Jack was finally getting close. His breathing was ragged and sweat was dripping off his nose. Sawyer slid his mouth down Jack’s stomach, until his tongue stopped where Jack’s cock disappeared inside Kate.
Kate gasped as Sawyer’s tongue played over both of them, taking in her clit and the base of Jack’s prick at the same time. She felt Jack stiffen and she clenched her muscles as tight as she could, willing him to come now. And he did, his body going limp, his mouth open and panting as he came inside her with an intense, hot flood.
Sawyer was still tonguing her clit as Jack slumped over them. Jack slipped out of her and Sawyer was there to lick up Jack’s cum, and to bite and tease her into another orgasm of her own. Jack moved around to her head, nuzzling her mouth and her breasts as Sawyer buried his head between her legs.
“Stop! Enough,” she begged finally. Sawyer sat up, wiping his face. He laid himself on top of her, his body as warm and welcome as a comforter on a cold night. He kissed her, giving her back her own taste. And then his mouth found Jack’s and Kate watched them kiss above her, still so fucking turned on by the two of them, together.
Jack laid down next to her, draping his arm over Sawyer, taking turns kissing both of them.
Then he ran his finger down Kate’s nose, looking at her fondly. “I’m glad you happened along today,” he said with a knowing smile.
Kate blushed. “Jack, I want you to know...”
“Shh,” he said. “We’re good. All of us. We’re good.”
She hated to get up. But when Sawyer stood up, she suddenly felt cold. The pain of her hip was back, and threatening to get worse.
Jack surveyed his handiwork as he pulled her to her feet. “I have something for that, if it gets too bad,” he said. His expression was unreadable. There was a hint of regret in his eyes at causing her, or anyone pain. It wasn’t what she had expected from Jack, the noble healer.
She nodded, feeling uncertain and vaguely foolish again. He caught her chin in his hands. “I won’t do it again, if you don’t want me to.”
Kate looked at Sawyer, who was dressed by now, and radiating pure calm. “It’s part of all .... this, isn’t it?” she asked. “Part of being yours?”
“I just need it,” he said, not bothering to explain farther.
“It’s OK,” she said. It was the price to pay for being with them. It would mean more special attention from Jack, during and after.
But she didn’t know if she could go through it again. And then Jack kissed her, his tongue warming her mouth and claiming her, as his hand closed on her breast possessively. He didn’t need to touch her hip anymore today. His touch would sing along it, aching and raw, for days to come.
And she knew she could stand it, for him. If Sawyer could, so could she. She had to.