As you know, this story was 'complete' at three chapters - this is an alternate ending. It takes off from about a quarter of a way into the second chapter, so I've added in the start of the already posted chapter two just so it flows properly.
Now I wasn't planning on ever posting this but I've been bribed with promises of jelly beans and smutty fanart xD So don't blame me! :P
Just to let you know/warn you, this contains a m/m/f threesome - but there is no slash. But yeah if you don't want to read about three people engaging in sexual activities together, don't read this :] Just letting you know so I don't get any angry wtf reviews haha :) Also this is totally PWP, probably very ridiculous, overdone, pointless etc lol…basically if you don't wanna read very smutty smut there isn't much else for you here so I would click the back button now ;)
For those of you who are still here…enjoy!!
Standing in front of her bed, Mrs. Lovett's heart beat furiously with the anticipation of what she was about to do. It was wrong to have intercourse outside of marriage; she'd only known this man one day; she felt no emotional attachment to him whatsoever - and to top it all she was fairly certain by now that said man was a pirate, and he had probably had more women than he could count while she'd only ever known her husband but - she didn't care – and it felt…exhilarating.
Coming up behind her, Jack took hold of her hips to push her onto the bed and her hands and knees, and she felt the weight of the bed moving as he knelt up behind her. She shifted her legs apart as he threw her skirts up with one hand, taking a long swig from the bottle at the same time with the other. Mrs. Lovett was breathing heavily already, she could feel herself burning with desire - damn, it had been so long…
A clunk made her turn her head to see the empty gin bottle rolling across the floor and she rolled her eyes a little. "You's as bad as my li'l Toby, Mr. Sparrow," she quipped, although her voice was thick with arousal.
"Trust me love," he murmured, bending forwards to speak low into her ear. "Nobody…is as bad as Captain Jack Sparrow…"
A delightful shiver went through her body at his words – bloody hell – he even sounded like Mr. T (and oh, what she would give for him to speak to her in that tone…) and she rocked back a little, pushing her body none too subtly into his.
"Eager aren't we?" He teased as he ran his hands down her sides and took hold of the top of her bloomers, dragging them slowly down as she spoke -
"You've no idea 'ow long it's been…"
They were down round her knees now and she shifted her legs to let him tug them off. She felt a rough hand glide over her backside before it reached her burning wetness and he slid a finger easily into her. "How long?"
"Not since - since me 'usband -" She was finding it hard to form words as he so slowly, so teasingly swirled his finger inside her. "'E's the only one."
"Really?" Jack let his other hand slid up her side again and back down to grip her hip. "That's very interesting…" He pushed another finger slowly into her and she heard him sigh, "hmm…so tight love…" he whispered.
She nearly swore - instead she managed to gasp out - "please - !"
"Please what, darlin'?" She could hear the grin in his voice.
"You know what," she squeaked. His fingers slipped from her and she could hear him fumbling with his belt and trousers. She spread her legs further apart, bracing herself - as much as she wanted it she knew this was going to hurt a little after so long.
She felt Jack's hands grip her hips. "Ready love?" He slurred gruffly. He knew it as well.
She nodded, gripping hold of the bed sheets - and he pushed into her, letting out a contented groan as he did so. He went deep into her, slowly, so slowly as she bit her lip hard, eyes squeezed shut.
"'Ang on," she bit out, leaning down on her elbows, still holding the bed sheets tightly and breathing hard.
Jack held still inside her, his hands caressing her hips and sides, one gliding briefly up over the bare flesh of her neck and upper back as she felt herself adjusting to him inside - it did hurt, quite a lot. She didn't know if he really was or if it was just because it had been so long but - he felt a hell of a lot bigger than Albert had been. "Okay," she finally breathed - and they started to move.
To start with the pleasure from every thrust was laced with pain - but after a while the pain wore off and she began to urge him on, pushing her hips back into his, breathing heavily and quickly.
His thrusts became more forceful, and he felt so good inside her, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her body to his each time, sweat beginning to coat her body, his hand slipping round to touch her…
"It's captain Sparrow love," Jack murmured in her hear, his breath hot on her neck. "Or Jack, if you prefer." His low purr was punctuated with a squeeze to her left breast which his hand had slid inside her dress to cup.
"Jack…" she breathed. "Oh, Jack!"
He had barely begun, and she could feel herself nearing an end already. There was no denying it; Jack Sparrow knew what he was doing. "Harder," she found herself beginning, her nails digging into the bed sheets. She felt herself clench around him and heard him grunt in response, muttering something that made her blush and the heat rise in her even faster.
He went harder and faster, and she cried out louder and louder as she came closer - and closer -
The door banged suddenly open - but she was too far gone, too close to stop -
"Oh - oh!" She felt herself come hard around Jack, unbearable pleasure flooding her body as she gasped and gasped, even as total shame and dread flooded through her…
"Mr. Todd!" She gasped as she came down from her climax, having twisted her head round to see him standing in the doorway, his face livid and eyes as wide as saucers. She felt Jack come inside her, grunting loudly as he shoved himself deep into her a couple more times and she scrambled desperately to get away from him on the bed and drag her skirts down.
She sat sprawled on the bed as Jack casually tugged up his trousers, her chest heaving and her face burning a deep red in humiliation, her eyes as wide as Sweeney's.
And then suddenly the door had slammed and the furious barber was striding towards her, murder on his face -
"You whore!" He yelled, and she scrambled from the bed to get away from him but he grabbed her by the hair and arm, shaking her. "How could you!?"
"Mr. Todd!" She gasped in panic.
"Excuse me good sir but I was under the impression that you and the charming Mrs. Lovett here had a purely platonic relationship." Jack Sparrow had butted in, coming up behind Sweeney.
"Shut up," Sweeney shot at Jack.
He was furious - beyond furious! He had never felt so angry and…what was that other feeling? Than he had walking in on Mrs. Lovett having sex. Mrs. Lovett, having very rough, very sordid, and apparently very satisfying sex…didn't she know she was his!? His! It didn't matter that he didn't sleep with her, Mrs. Lovett was his! How dare this man waltz in here and touch his property! He would show him and he would show her who she belonged to - if that's what it took.
A hand still painfully tight in her hair, he yanked her towards him roughly, and without warning, covered her mouth with his own, kissing her hard and brutally.
Shock flooded every inch of her body, and for several seconds she was frozen still against him, unable to process just what was happening. Mr. Todd was kissing her…Mr. Todd…was kissing her…
And then all at once, she jerked into action and threw herself against him, pressing her body close to his and winding her hands into his unruly hair as she moaned deeply.
Sweeney's hand was moving fast beneath her skirts, feeling her where she was already so wet – she gasped, unable to do much else but cling to him to remain on her feet.
Suddenly she felt another pair of hands slide onto her waist from behind – and a body press up to her back. She drew in a sharp breath as Jack Sparrow pressed himself close to her, pushing her harder against Sweeney and trapping her between the two. Sweeney's whole body went rigid against her own and his hands froze in their movements.
"Haven't had your fill already, Sparrow?" Sweeney spat at him over her shoulder.
"Oh no," she could hear the grin in Jack's voice, "when you walked in I was just getting started."
"Well it's my turn now – get away from her." Sweeney growled menacingly.
Jack only pressed himself, if possible, closer to her, his hands roaming up and down her sides. "Correct me if I'm wrong but – I believe it was me who had her first – you should be grateful I'm willing to share mate."
Usually, Mrs. Lovett would have protested about being talked about like she not only wasn't there but was some sort of object – she usually would have – but due to being pressed up between the man she was in love with and the man she was in lust with, she was currently unable to form an intelligible thought let alone a sentence.
"I…guh…" She managed to squeeze out of a tight throat, her eyes fluttering shut as both sides of her body drank in the sensations of the one against it.
Both men looked down at her and Jack pressed himself closer to her back. "Why don't we ask the lady what she wants?"
Sweeney was silent and she opened her eyes to look up anxiously into his dark ones. "I…Mr. T…" She breathed as she stared up at him, drowning in those two dark orbs. Jack gripped her sides tighter and leant forwards to kiss and nip the side of her neck and she couldn't stop herself leaning back into him, her eyes closing once more. "Jack…"
She felt Jack smirk against her neck and Sweeney stiffen.
"I believe we have our answer." The pirate captain drawled, and she felt his hands move to the laces on the back of her dress and start to yank them undone hurriedly.
She looked up at Sweeney, sliding her hands up his arms to his shoulders. "Mr. Todd…"
"Shut up," he growled, leaning down to kiss her briefly and roughly, nipping at her lips as he pulled away. "I want you."
Jack tugged quickly and skilfully at the ties on her dress at the back, and once it was loose Sweeney yanked the whole thing off her, dragging it down and off her body as Jack began on her corset. It fell from her in moments.
Sweeney's hand were on her stockings next, dragging them down her legs and she gasped when Jack's hands gripped her waist and he lifted her, allowing Sweeney to yank both of the thin garments off her feet.
Jack set her now very naked body down as Sweeney straightened, and she heard the pirate captain smirk and quip; "it's called teamwork mate," from behind her.
Jack had pressed himself tight against her back, his hands on her hips to keep her pulled to him and she could feel every inch of his half-clothed body against her naked one., Her arms reached out for Sweeney, incapable as she was of forming words to beg him to come closer to her, touch her, hold her too. The barber obliged, stepping forwards to press her between him and Jack, leaning down to kiss her open mouth.
Mrs. Lovett's hands wound through Sweeney's hair as his mouth ravaged her own and she moaned into the kiss, arching into him slightly. Not wanting to be forgotten, Jack's mouth came down on the side of her neck, causing Sweeney to swallow a gasp from her.
She moaned louder as the two men kissed her, both so slowly, so sensually (although Sweeney's lips were slightly more demanding on her mouth than Jack's teasing nips down her neck.) She felt Jack's hands slide up from her hips for Sweeney's to take their place while the captain's found their own, one at her breasts and one below them. She felt him squeeze the soft flesh, his nails digging into her skin slightly and she arched into his hand.
Still kissing her roughly, Sweeney slid a hand from her hip round between her legs, letting his fingers find her wetness again. Without pausing, he pushed two fingers roughly into her, making her break from his mouth to cry out, arching further into both him and the hand on her breast.
Too quickly, Sweeney's hand left her to take hold of her thigh and yank her leg up against his hip, and then one of Jack's hands was moving, his ringed fingers skimming quickly down over her sides and bare bottom to slip between her thighs, taking Sweeney's place there where he caressed her slowly.
Mrs. Lovett couldn't prevent a deep moan from tumbling from her mouth as Jack's fingers wreaked havoc on the sensitive place…bloody hell he knew what he was doing. She tilted her head up to tug Sweeney's shirt back at the top and nip deliriously at the skin she bared.
She loved Sweeney…but she wanted Jack too. Bloody hell she wanted Jack.
In a matter of moments her nimble fingers had rid Sweeney of his top layers and her hands and mouth were exploring his hard, masculine torso, tracing over the muscles of his stomach, dropping light kisses and licks over his chest.
Jack's fingers left her and she whimpered at the loss of the sensation, her leg dropping back down. The pirate took hold of her by the waist and spun her suddenly to kiss her hard, pressing her back against Sweeney. This was something Sweeney did not seem pleased about for his lips barely touched her own when she felt herself tugged backwards and watched as Sweeney shoved Jack roughly away, causing him to stumble back and catch the backs of his knees on the edge of the bed, falling onto it. The cocky captain leant back on his elbows to grin at Sweeney.
"If you wanted her all to yourself that much perhaps you shouldn't have waited so long to make a move Mr. Todd," he mocked him with a wink to Mrs. Lovett.
A low growl sounded from deep in Sweeney's throat as he held her little body tight against his. His hands ran possessively down over her lithe form, squeezing a breast, pressing into her side, running over her abdomen…claiming all of her as his own. His hand dipped round to the dark curls between her legs and he pushed a finger up inside her, making her cry out softly, and clutch madly at his wrist with one hand, the other flying up to grasp his hair from behind her head.
Jack lay back on the bed where he watched the pair for a moment, his eyes dark with lust as they drank in Mrs. Lovett's pale form writhing against the barbers touch in the candlelight, her eyes closed and back arched. He watched her eyes snap open to lock with his and he grinned up at her, an eyebrow raised.
Sweeney had felt her attention become diverted and paused in his movements. He followed her line of sight to see her eyes locked with those of the pirate and moved his mouth to her ear. "You want him, Mrs. Lovett?"
Before she could think, let alone reply, his hands had grabbed her from behind and shoved her forward, causing her to fall down on top of Jack.
She felt the bed creak and move behind her, she felt hands take hold of her legs (Jack's or Sweeney's she didn't know) and force them either side of the captain's hips, something they obeyed willingly so she straddled him. Holding herself up over Jack, she panted heavily as she stared down at the smirking captain and his hands slid down her thighs to the crooks of her knees. She felt Sweeney push down on the small of her back, tilting her hips to him.
"You want him so bad Mrs. Lovett you can bloody have him," she heard Sweeney's rough voice growl behind her, and a hand shoved her face down towards Jack's. She opened her mouth to speak but before any words could escape her lips, Jack had taken hold of her head and was kissing her deeply.
Although her instinct was at first to pull away since it felt wrong to kiss Jack in front of the man she was desperately in love with, it wasn't something Sweeney seemed to mind…he sounded angry but then - he certainly didn't seem to be protesting. She found she couldn't think about much more than the sensations she was experiencing so she stopped worrying about upsetting Sweeney and simply let herself feel.
Her tongue slid forward to meet Jack's eagerly, a deep moan spilling into his mouth. His kiss was demanding and passionate and the feeling alone was enough to send another flood of wet heat rushing to the already soaking place between her legs.
When she felt Sweeney's hand slide over her bum and down to touch that place, she gasped aloud against Jack's mouth and her whole body shuddered violently in response. Sweeney was neither patient nor gentle with her, and forced three fingers straight inside her, leaning forwards to bite down on the back of her neck at the same time.
"Oh…Mr. T…" she breathed against Jack's mouth, her eyes closed and her own mouth open in desire. She felt Jacks hand slide to her chest to pinch a nipple in response causing her to give a little gasp of pain. His hand slid down from her breast, down over her tight stomach to find the swollen little nub of flesh between her legs. Jack rubbed her there as Sweeney's fingers moved inside her still and she was so overcome with pleasure that the heat was building between her legs within seconds. She panted for breath, moaning over and over, her hips rocking against their hands and knowing she was about to climax already, Sweeney suddenly and cruelly withdrew his fingers from her, leaving her walls clenching desperately around nothing.
Whimpering pathetically, she felt Jack's hand leave her too, realising vaguely that Sweeney had yanked it from her.
"Don't touch her Sparrow," he hissed, "you've had your go already."
Jack's hands moved to her waist to pull her trembling body close to his. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that it wasn't nice to tease a lady?" Jack drawled, his voice low by her ear.
"No." Sweeney's mouth moved to the side of her neck to nip it lightly and she knew the two men were glaring at each other over her shoulder. "I guess because my mother wasn't a whore."
Mrs. Lovett saw Jack narrow his eyes. "You sir, are not nice." He turned his head to talk in her ear. "How do you put up with him?"
Mrs. Lovett said nothing, she didn't even seem to have heard him; her mouth was busy moving over his tanned neck, her little fingers gripping his shoulders tightly.
"I must thank you Sparrow," Sweeney muttered, his hand sliding once again between her legs to touch her lightly, teasingly. "It seems you've found the way to keep her quiet…" he pinched her clit and she gasped. "Isn't that right pet?"
She felt both men chuckle lightly, although Sweeney's was more mocking than amused like Jack's. She didn't care, there were too many sensations rippling through her, and Sweeney's fingers were doing too incredible things to her.
All too soon however, he pulled away again and she whimpered in protest before the sound of him unfastening and shoving down his trousers behind her shut her up very quickly.
She felt Sweeney take hold of her hips, heard the bed creaking with his movements and then - he pushed into her, burying himself deep inside her and drawing low moans from both of them. The barber wasted no time in starting to move, pushing hard into her with every thrust. Her body rocked against Jack's with his movements and her clit brushed against his hard stomach with every thrust, sending her nearly wild with pleasure.
"Mr. Todd," she moaned, her eyes closed and mouth open.
She heard Sweeney's smirk in his next words; "You see? She's mine…" He wound his hand into her hair and tugged at her head, twisting it to the side so he could see her face. "Aren't you pet?"
Mrs. Lovett let out a gasp as Sweeney shifted the angle of his hips slightly, driving into her deeper. "Yes," she breathed. Leaning down, the barber tilted his head to kiss her open mouth, ravishing it as he was ravishing her body, claiming her, revelling in her…
The little baker felt Jack shifting beneath her, a sound escaping his lips and then - her hand was being guided down, down his sweat covered body, down to be pressed round his huge hard cock, another groan slipping from his lips. She started to move her hand as she kissed Sweeney, and heard Jack hiss in pleasure beneath her.
"Ah yes," she heard Jack say, "but she still wants me," he leant up to nip her earlobe slightly. "Don't you love?" A gasp separated her and Sweeney's lips and she nodded her head helplessly, squeezing the hot, throbbing shaft she held in her hand.
Sweeney obviously either didn't notice or care what she was doing to Jack while he fucked her, because he knelt up behind her to take hold of her hips and shoved himself harder and faster into her, putting a force behind his thrusts that made her moan with each one.
She felt herself approaching a climax and her free hand shot to Jack's hair where it fisted itself, her head falling to the crook of his neck and she moaned and cried out against his skin, moving her body furiously with Sweeney's as she felt herself start to contract around him. Her hand squeezed harder around Jack as her climax gripped her and she was vaguely aware of him choking out a grunt in response, bucking his hips beneath her. She bit down hard on Jack's shoulder to muffle her screams as she felt her orgasm wash through her over and over, her body sliding against Jack's as Sweeney thrust into her hard, and she decided in some part of her pleasure-filled mind that it felt totally incredible to be draped across another man while she was taken from behind like this.
Sweeney came inside her as she went limp beneath him, collapsing against Jack, her body still trembling desperately with every thrust. When he pulled out of her and stood from the bed she could only pant, her head still spinning with delirious pleasure. She felt Jack shift uncomfortably beneath her and it was then she realised that in her state, her hand had left him to grip the bed sheets next to them. She lifted her head to look down at the dark-eyed captain and he stared back at her a moment before giving her a lustful smirk and taking hold of her head to push her down.
Now, Mrs. Lovett may not have slept around but that wasn't to say she'd didn't know how to pleasure a man in other ways. She knew what he wanted, and shooting him a little grin, she slid obligingly down his body, running her hands over every taught, hard muscle until her head was level with his crotch. Taking his hard shaft once again in her small hand, the baker leant down and let the tip of him slide straight between her lips.
Jack moaned loudly, winding hands through her hair and tugging on it. She answered his wordless plea and opened her mouth to take as much of his length into it as she could.
Sweeney stood beside the bed having buttoned his trousers back up and was now watching them with wide eyes. He had thought to leave as soon as he'd made his point and made Mrs. Lovett his own, and for Jack to leave too but…now his eyes were locked to the scene playing out in front of him.
He hadn't wanted Jack to get any more pleasure from her but he had to admit, watching her give a man head was…incredibly arousing. She knew what she was doing alright, the little whore. He leant over the bed and said as much to her but she didn't seem to mind the insult - she moaned loudly over the mouthful of the pirate captain that she had.
Unexpectedly and inescapably, the barber felt his trousers tightening quickly and painfully again. Choking back a groan, Sweeney grabbed hold of Mrs. Lovett by the wrist, yanking her roughly away from Jack and to her feet in front of him. "I said you're a whore!" He growled at her as she stared at him with wide eyes, her chest heaving.
"I - I'm sorry love," she began to stammer quickly, suddenly frightened that she'd angered him. "I -"
But before she could get anything else out Sweeney was spinning her round to press her back to his chest and forcing a hand down between her legs again. He couldn't suppress the moan this time when he found that she was wetter than ever there.
Jack had sat up on the edge of the bed, clearly about to protest but before he could say anything, Sweeney grabbed hold of Mrs. Lovett's waist and bent her forwards, shoving her head back down towards him. The baker's hands flailed out catch the bed either side of Jack's hips, gasping as her face was pushed towards his crotch in silent permission.
She took Jack in her mouth again as Sweeney stepped into place behind her and she felt him press against her entrance - he had clearly shed his trousers very quickly. Her legs spread as his hands went once again to her hips, and as she moved her head, working Jack lasciviously with her tongue, Sweeney shoved forwards to penetrate her again. She moaned loudly and Jack let out a sound of pleasure at the gentle vibrations this sent rolling through him.
Sweeney found he couldn't suppress his own grunts of pleasure as he filled her again, her slick, tight walls sliding sensually against his cock as he moved inside her. Mrs. Lovett moaned again, the fingers of one hand digging deep into Jack's hip as she worked him with her mouth, drawing all sorts of gasps and sounds from him as he clutched at her hair.
"You see," Jack shot at Sweeney between a moan, a smirk on his face. "Sharing isn't all that bad."
Something inside Sweeney snapped at the cocky words from the pirate, and in one movement he pulled out of the baker, dragged her away from Jack and tossed her down on the bed beside him on her back. He was through with sharing.
With Jack watching in shock at his sudden loss of pleasure, Sweeney climbed onto the bed on top of her, and taking hold of one of her legs to hitch it up roughly against his hip, he thrust deep into her once more.
"Now, you're not playing fair mate," he heard Jack say but he ignored him, focusing on the woman beneath him who was currently gasping loudly as he thrust in and out of her hot, quivering body.
"You're mine, Mrs. Lovett," He growled to her, and felt her inner walls clench round him in response, a cry of pleasure spilling from her mouth. "Mine," he repeated with every deep thrust, "mine, mine, mine."
He was going so deep in her, deeper than he had been before, deeper than Jack had been…she lifted her leg up further and let it curl round his back, her foot moving against his backside with every thrust, encouraging him deeper still inside her.
She looked to the side to see Jack's eyes locked on her intently. He wasn't making any attempts at moving but she could see very plainly how aroused she'd left him - but then…she didn't exactly have a say in that matter.
Seeing where her gaze was focused, Sweeney yanked her head roughly back to face him, his hand in her hair, his dark eyes burning into her wide ones.
"Mr. T…" She murmured from under him. "I…ah!" Her eyes squeezed shut as he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and began to touch a spot inside her that made white lights appear behind her eyes quickly.
"Look at me," she heard him demand and she snapped her eyes back open obediently to look up at him, the man she loved, taking her here like there was no tomorrow.
"Harder," she managed to beg, not caring that Jack was right next to them because she had never felt so complete in her life. And she had to admit, the fact that the other man she had just had sex with was, indeed, just next to them watching her like this, sent thrills shooting through her body every time it came to her mind.
Sweeney was going harder and faster in her, and her own hips were moving frantically to meet his, a fine layer of sweat coating both their bodies, her chest heaving as she struggled for breath beneath him. She was approaching her climax and she could feel that Sweeney was too by the way he was shoving himself harder and harder into her, his grunts getting louder, muffled in the crook of her neck, his hands gripping her sides so hard she knew she would have bruises…
They reached their peaks almost perfectly simultaneously, Mrs. Lovett throwing her head back to scream out her pleasure loudly, Sweeney taking the opportunity to sink his teeth into her neck to muffle his own sounds. Neither had ever come so hard in their lives, and for a suspended moment, all they could think about was getting more and more of the incredible sensation, riding their orgasm out until every last second of pleasure was milked from it.
When they had finally come down from their high, Sweeney rolled off her to collapse on his back beside her, panting so heavily he was nearly gasping, as Mrs. Lovett struggled to regain her own breath.
Her head was spinning, swimming with the ecstasy she had just felt, her mind totally numb as she lay on her back, hard tremors shooting through her body and she could hardly focus on what was going on when she felt hands on her body again, felt another form moving over her, her legs being pulled apart…
Her whole body jolted in pleasure as she was entered and she gasped loudly, the unexpected sensation making heat rush through her again. Her eyes snapped open and she struggled to focus for a few seconds before she realised that it was Jack who had pinned her down and taken her again.
"No," she moaned quietly, tossing her head, her brow furrowed. "No, I…ahhh…" She looked over at Sweeney with anxious eyes, clearly caught between the pleasure Jack was giving her and her desire not to upset or anger the barber. "Mr. Todd…"
The barber himself was feeling exhausted. And he had to admit, Jack didn't have to sit by and let him have her all to himself for so long…the afterglow of the delirious pleasure he had just felt must have been what caused him to suddenly feel so generous. He leant down over her, and kissed the baker slowly on the mouth as she panted beneath Jack. "Shh pet," he muttered when he pulled away, "it's alright."
With Sweeney's permission, she threw her head back and closed her eyes, giving into the feeling of Jack's hard cock moving deeply inside her.
"That's it love," Jack grunted atop her, "I can make you feel it too."
She felt a hand take hold of her lower leg and draw it up, and she was shocked when she opened her eyes to see that it was Sweeney, lifting her leg high to hook it over Jack's shoulder as with his other hand, he smoothed damp curls from her face and leant down to kiss her again.
His hand slid from her calf to her thigh where it rested, feeling the muscles there flex as her leg moved with every thrust Jack made into her. He had to admit, now that he had allowed Jack to have her and accepted it, it was rather mesmerising to watch her be pleasured so. She was a beautiful woman, and although this was something he had never denied it wasn't something he'd ever taken much notice of…but now that she was lying beneath this man in the thrones of passion, he knew he'd never seen anything so beautiful in all his life.
He watched as she climbed higher and higher and it was clear that Jack was getting close too. She tossed her head from side to side, one hand flailing out to twist into Sweeney's wild hair and drag his head to her. Knowing what she wanted, he covered her open mouth with his own again and kissed her until she could hardly breathe. When he pulled back from her swollen lips, he knew she was so close to her release.
"Come for him pet," he breathed in her ear, his voice low and hoarse. "Come for me…"
Mrs. Lovett threw her head back, a little cry escaping her as she squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling.
"That's it love," Jack coaxed, moving faster and deeper within her.
She felt Sweeney's hand slide form her thigh around the front of her leg to run over her breasts and down her stomach. She moaned at the touch and arched into it, feeling her body approach it's release, closer, so close…
Jack nipped and sucked at one side of her neck as Sweeney spoke into her ear on the other; "Say my name," his hand moved down further for his fingers to find her clit, wet and swollen, and press against it as Jack pushed into her ever harder, approaching his own climax. "Say it…"
"Mr. Todd," she breathed helplessly as she felt her stomach tighten and her legs shake. "Oh, oh, oh, Mr. Todd…!"
She felt an earth-shattering orgasm grip her in it's hold and she screamed out her pleasure, one hand clutching desperately in Sweeney's hair as he bit down on her neck, the nails of the other digging hard into Jack's lower back.
Letting out a satisfied groan, Jack rolled off her and Sweeney tugged her towards him, where she happily draped herself over him. After a moment, Jack shifted beside her and she felt him tugging at the sheets, dragging them down and over the three of them to cover their sweat-soaked bodies. Feeling utterly satisfied, she nuzzled further into Sweeney, swinging a leg over his. She felt Jack inch up behind her and slide an arm round her waist and she smiled quietly against Sweeney's shoulder.
A calm settled over them and she let out a loud sigh, an utterly content sound that made both men smile in the darkness.
"What did I say?" Jack drawled, his voice still heavy with his laboured breathing, a grin sounding through his words. "Teamwork mate!"
I don't think Mrs. Lovett's gonna be walking anywhere anytime soon haha.
Anyway I haven't proof read this very well…because I'm lazy xD It's only written for a bit of fun so I'm not spending hours being fussy with it :) So forgive the mistakes and I really hope you enjoyed!! I would love to know what people thought of this so pretty please drop me a review if you've read! :)
Much love to you all and thanks for reading! xx