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She entered her room, shrugging off her dress jacket and placing it over the back of a chair. She heard the door slam behind her and grinned. She knew what was coming, but she saw his jacket land on the floor beside her, which was unusual. For all his sniping about having to wear it; his uniform was always meticulously cleaned and pressed. Maybe she’d pushed him a little too far this time. He grabbed her hand, spun her around and the grin faded when she saw the fervour in his eyes.
“C’mere,” he growled at her before crashing his lips against hers, his fingers digging into her hips, his tongue deep in her mouth. They were moving and her back slammed into the wall. She moaned around his tongue, lifting her hands to his chest, but he grabbed her wrists, forced her arms above her head and held them against the wall with one hand. She had no doubt she could get free if she wanted to and she had no doubt that he knew that too, but they’d been dancing around this little game for weeks and she’d been curious just how far she could push her luck before he snapped. She had a feeling she was going to find out very soon. His other hand was pulling her skirt up her thighs, gliding along the sheer stockings she wore underneath. Oh yes, she was going to find out very soon.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily and bit into her neck.
“Gonna find out if you were lying Samantha.” His hand moved to her shirt, deftly popping open the top few buttons and his lips and teeth landed on the soft skin of her chest. She arched her back and pushed her breasts towards him, but he pulled back making it clear he was in control, they were doing this his way and the little whimper in the back of her throat would have been embarrassing if she weren’t so turned on. Up until now their sex life had been carefully controlled, not without passion, but neither one of them wanting to take or relinquish complete control to the other. He popped the rest of her shirt buttons and released her hands so he could pull it off her shoulders, carelessly throwing the shirt behind him somewhere.
They’d been at a meeting all afternoon. She loved visiting him in Washington, but it usually came about from a work commitment of some kind. It had been a long, tedious meeting and while the familiarity of sitting next to him in a meeting had been nice, she’d been bored. He was too. She’d seen his fingers fidgeting, the doodles in the corners of his notepad and decided she could have the fun she’d never been able to for the last eight years. She’d slipped her shoe off under the table and slid her foot under the edge of his pants, rubbing her big toe on his ankle. He’d sat up sharply from his slouched position and glared at her, but she kept her eyes focussed on the speaker, the smallest of smiles playing across her lips. His hand had slipped under the table and his fingers stroked across her knee, toying with the hem of her skirt. She gasped a little at the contact, quickly smothering it with a soft cough and he’d smirked. A full on, patented Jack O’Neill smirk. Never one to back down from a challenge when she saw it, she picked up her pen, scribbled a note on her pad and tilted it towards him, not daring to look him in the eye. He froze, removed his hand and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hands discreetly try to adjust his pants. Now it was her turn to smirk as she crossed out her little message so no one else saw it.
I’m not wearing any underwear
She’d watched him squirm in his seat for the next hour, occasionally running her toes up his calf or letting her hand drift down to brush against his thigh. She left the meeting without a word and went back to her hotel room with him hot on her heels.
Her hands were now free so she reached for his tie, loosening it and pulling it off him, then started on his shirt buttons. His lips found a nipple through the soft white lace of her bra and he mumbled around it.
“Looks like underwear to me.”
“White shirt,” was all the explanation she gave him and he continued sucking on her nipple, soaking the lace and teasing her to an impossible hardness that made her ache. His hand slipped under her skirt, sliding up her thigh and when he reached the top of her stockings and found nothing but bare flesh, he uttered a primal growl that punched straight down to her womb. His lips quickly found hers and he moaned into her mouth, his bare chest connecting with hers and his fingers stroking the slick skin between her legs. He took a step backwards, leaving her panting against the wall and his hands went to his belt, undoing his pants and sliding them off his hips. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, working his way up to a sensitive spot behind her ear and she moaned as he found it.
“Do you have any idea what you did to me today?” he whispered in her ear, his tone husky, barely restrained. Oh she had a fair idea what she’d done, but she still wondered what it would take, where his limits were.
“No sir, why don’t you tell me?” his head lifted slowly and his dark eyes bore into her.
“What did you just say?” She wanted to try that since they first started sleeping together. It had taken weeks of concentration to think of him as ‘Jack’ and she’d slipped a few times, especially in those early days. The struggle had gone both ways. Sometimes a request would sound too much like an order and she’d instinctively follow it or baulk from it and he’d end up apologising profusely.
“I said, why don’t you tell me, sir?” She saw him gulp and felt him twitch against her belly.
“What are you doing?” he asked through gritted teeth, his fists balling on her hips. She tried to school her face into a neutral expression.
“You seem to like it. Sir.” His hips rocked against hers and she felt the tension radiating from his body. His forehead rested on hers and his breath was ragged.
“Stop it.”
“Why Sir?” he groaned and his hands slid down to her thighs, pulling them apart. Her heels gave her the extra height they needed for this and she reached between them, pushing him between her legs and rubbed his head against her clit. She let go and he began to move his pelvis, rubbing himself slowly back and forth. He hooked one of her legs over his hip and positioned himself ready to enter her. He buried his face in her neck, kissing, licking, nibbling her skin and she whispered in his ear.
“Have I found a kink, sir?” His fingers dug into her thigh and hip and his teeth sunk into her neck. She clung onto him, waiting, knowing he was about to lose it. She could feel his last tendrils of self-control slipping away.
“What are you trying to do to me Carter?” he mumbled.
“I’m trying to get you to fuck me sir.” In a swift movement he grabbed her other thigh, unceremoniously lifted her off the floor and pinned her to the wall with his body. She bit back a scream as he slammed into her hard and deep, his eyes meeting hers, full of unchecked fury. She was turned on but hadn’t expected such force and she wasn’t quite ready.
“That hurt?” he grunted.
“Yes sir.” She answered. He pulled out and slammed into her again. She cried out, enjoying the perverse mix of pleasure and pain and the fact that she couldn’t move an inch.
“Good.”
She couldn’t help the involuntary spasm of her internal muscles as he spat the word at her and the shocked look on his face was almost comical. He’d definitely felt that. He was moving inside her now; slow, deliberate strokes deep inside her as she adjusted to the intrusion of her body. He was still trying to hold back. She managed to grab his neck and pull him to her for a searing kiss, wrapping her lips around his tongue and sucking, massaging it with hers and mimicking the exact movements she used when she went down on him. He moaned something incoherent and she sucked harder. He was thrusting into her faster and she could feel his arms trembling from the strain of holding her up. He changed the angle of his hips and managed to hit just the right spot. She let go of his tongue and cried out,
“Jack...” He stopped, held himself completely still inside her.
“Jack? What happened to sir?” That low gravely tone made her whimper. This was exactly what she wanted. This was the Jack she’d imagined on all those nights she’d spent alone in bed. All those nights she’d been pissed off at him, herself, the Air Force, hell on some days the whole multi-verse, that she couldn’t have what she wanted. This was the Jack that ordered her around, took control and screwed her so hard she thought she was going to die. She’d known he was in there somewhere and he was finally playing along.
“Sorry...sir.” He resumed his previous pace, the room filling with their mingled moans and her muscles started to flutter around him. His rhythm was becoming a little inconsistent; he was panting hard, groaning with almost every breath, his fingers flexing on her skin.
“Say it again.” She was breathing so hard she didn’t think she could say anything. “Dammit Carter, you started this, now finish it.” She uttered an almost unintelligible sound and barely managed to turn it into “sir”.
“You can do better than that,” he growled, his voice taking on an almost angry tone. She gasped and took as deep a breath as she could manage. He was right, she’d started this game, she’d wanted to see exactly how far she could take it, she owed it to him and to herself to carry on. She rested her cheek against his, her lips close to his ear.
“Harder sir,” she purred, digging her nails into his shoulder. His teeth latched onto her skin and she delighted herself with the thought that he was trying to stop himself from screaming. If she could make Jack O’Neill scream, she didn’t think she’d stop smiling for weeks. She was getting close to coming, but she knew he’d get there first. She licked his neck and he shuddered.
“Faster sir,” she nibbled on his earlobe and he seemed to lose control of his pelvis as he thrust into her erratically, his hands gripping her hips tightly and she was sure she’d have bruises later. He was murmuring into her neck, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. She thought she heard a few soft curses and then his whole body convulsed as he let out a strangled cry, pulsing hard and deep inside her. His hips eventually stilled and he almost dropped her as the aftershocks rippled through his body. He slipped out of her, let her go, gave her a quick kiss on the mouth through the lungful of air he was trying to catch and almost staggered backwards towards the bed. He flopped backwards onto it, pants still around his thighs, shirt unbuttoned and his arms spread above his head. As she watched his chest heave for air, she didn’t even care that he’d left her teetering on the edge of an orgasm, dishevelled and soaking wet. She’d done that to him. She’d finally broken down those ingrained barriers between them.
She slipped off her shoes, skirt and stockings, unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms. She picked up their discarded clothes, hung up the jackets and neatly folded the rest before stepping over to the bed, removing his shoes and socks and slipping his pants off, folding them up too. When she looked up, he’d propped himself up on his elbows and was smiling down at her. She returned his smile and climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips and pausing when her face was just millimetres away from his.
“You ok?” she asked. His pulled his head back so he could see her properly and gave her an incredulous look.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She pushed her face into his neck, trying to hide the flush on her skin and her embarrassed little laugh. His arms slipped around her and pulled her body flush to his as he lay back down, sighing, his hands tracing a lazy pattern on her back. “I’m gonna get you back for today you know.” She grinned.
“Can’t wait,” she replied, feeling the warm chuckle vibrate through his chest.
“What the hell have I got myself into?” Now she chuckled and lifted her head, raising herself up to place her hands either side of his head, giving him a slow lingering kiss, her hips involuntarily stirring. His eyes were still closed when she broke away and she nuzzled her nose against his. He gently patted her ass. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll...finish you off.” She snorted. He opened one eye, a smile playing across his features. “What?” She shook her head.
“Nothing.”