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Standard disclairmer applies: Lost characters don't belong to me (except for Jack :p), smutty scenario ahead.
A/N: It's been a while… Apollogies wouldn't really make it any better.
Just because I can, here I bring you the first installment of a fic I've been writing for a while. Shamelessly plotless Jack-centric smut. Some of you know it already, some of you don't and might enjoy. Expect the following chapters very soon because uncharacteristically for me, I've written them all before posting in here.
Many, many thanks to Claudia who's been my wonderful beta and source of inspiration. Bow to her for your entertainment.
Who is the "her" in this fic? I leave it up to you... ;)
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"You smell so good," she mumbles into the crisp cotton of his sliver blue shirt, pressing her nose to the space in between his shoulder blades. Her hands snake up his chest, skimming the buttons, relishing the feel of hard solid muscle flexing underneath. The sheer physical strength concealed by impeccable professional manner, it makes her wet just to look at his large frame dressed up for another day of being the best spinal surgeon in state.
The clinical smells of hospital linger on top of the washing liquid aroma and his breezy aftershave but the warm spicy scent of his skin comes through and clouds her mind.
"Uhm… I didn't have time to shower after the surgery –" he starts, going rigid and trying to move out of her embrace. But her arms tighten around him, her body pressed to him from behind.
"Very good," she murmurs her approval. "You smell like you," she rubs her cheek into his spine, exhales a hot puff into the fabric. God, she loves his back and there just aren't enough opportunities to savor it, a position like this requiring passive acceptance of her caresses from him and he doesn't do passive well. "Like safety and sex."
"I smell like safe sex?" He chuckles, succeeding in turning around, the weight of his hands on her hips pushing them forward into his. His eyes, those mesmerizing brown-green eyes, sparkle with joy and something like vague mischief, a quality she's only discovered in him recently. Her heart does a little funny flutter because it would appear she is the source of that.
She giggles and pushes herself up on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his.
"You smell like very very exciting sex," her palms brace themselves against the firmness of his pecs. "The raw kind," she whispers. "And I know it's safe to let go with you."
"You're making me want to lock that door and…" He groans before kissing her hard on the mouth, one of the wet, hungry kisses that make her dizzy with desire for him and he'd make her need to do him right there, in his office, if her mind hadn't been already made.
"I've already done it," she breathes into his collar and fumbles with his tie.
"Are you serious?" The thumbs drawing circles on her hips still. It's her turn to pin him to the counter with the weight of her body as the silk tie slides off into her hand.
"I'll tie you up if I have to," she smirks at bemusement and arousal mixing in his eyes.
"They'll hear us," he tries weakly and she knows it's not really a protest because he lets her undo all the buttons, lets her press her lips to his collar bone and down his sternum --
"Not if we're quiet. Can you keep quiet?" She teases, the hair on his chest tickling her lips and the warmth of his bared flesh encompassing her, her nostrils flaring to the addictive whiff of his fresh sweat as she slithers lower…
"Yeah," he huffs and she hopes it's all forgotten when she has him coming hard in her mouth like she craved it the moment she entered the room to find him lost in his doctor duties, an x-ray in hand and that gorgeous broad back to her.
"I've been thinking about doing this all day long…" she muses in delight. Her hands clasp on the cheeks of his ass, grabbing as much of the taut flesh as they can as her knees hit the floor. She looks up to him, her face level with his crotch, and he's watching her intently, his breath heaving, his knuckles whitening where he holds on to the edge of the counter. When she gently nuzzles the bulge in his pants, she knows she's got his focus right where she wants it and has him unable to resist the view and the promise of pleasure. The pleasure he never asks for when he's holding all control in their coupling, not to take from her but to give and she just wants to free him from that for once. And to savor him, every inch of the flesh that she can feel growing against her lips…
"Mmmm…." she purrs, nibbling at him through the fabric. "When you left for work this morning…." Her palms relish the firmness of his thighs, "…looking all business…" she fingers his belt buckle, "…all I could think about was this…," there's a click when it opens and another of the button, followed by her slowly pulling the zipper down. She feels like unwrapping a Christmas present only that her excitement grows with the knowledge of what's inside. "About sucking your cock."
A sharp intake of air makes her smile: oh, it turns him on when she talks dirty, he can't help it and she loves playing it up.
"You can't… you don't…" he tries, his hand lacing through her hair but his body not moving. "There can't be much for you in it," he finally lets out a chuckle that's part awkward and part hopeful and her heart warms again.
"You have no idea, baby," she flashes him a grin, "you have no idea."
Because it makes her burn hot for him, makes her so aroused she'd have troubles concentrating on him if he wasn't the very one fueling this raging lust.
His dress slacks slide down and she nearly moans at the heat radiating from his groin, the smell of him the strongest there, the smell of a man who's kind and good and caring but who has a fierce passion for everything he does and who can convey love through a fuck so intense she feels him all over her for the whole day.
She feels her panties getting soaked, the anticipation, the insatiable hunger for him taking over when memories mingle with the delicious reality before her and she nibs at his tummy, just below his navel, just above the waistband of his boxers, the skin so soft and tempting –
"You want to know what's in it for me? You want me to show you?" She grazes her teeth playfully down his stomach, pulls at top of his unfussy grey jersey choice of underwear, her patience faltering because there it is, inches away from her mouth, the cock she can't get enough of, the man she can't get enough of. She blows softly on the engorged head and hears him let out a hoarse yeah.
His eyes, the liquid black look turns to one of pure fire when her hand dives underneath her skirt and comes back glistening with her juices, soaking wet, and she wraps it around his length and strokes once, carefully.
"This is all your doing," she murmurs. "You make me crave you. You drive me crazy," he grows and hardens under her touch, the skin hot and smooth, a clear droplet of his own lubrication starting to seep out. "And I love it," she says before letting her tongue dart out and snatch that droplet away.
Both tangy and sweet, it's the taste of his want and the flavor, the idea of it, connects with her deepest, most primal instincts but also with all the love she has for him, how she yearns to make him feel good in all possible ways… Her eyes flutter shut in delight and she needs to refocus to do this right. Because she wants to do this right, make it good, leave him as spent and breathless as he routinely does with her.
He's a sight to behold, the sturdy naked body outshining the remaining clothes easily, the neat shirt that has been lending him the cool and proper and smart demeanor now hanging off his shoulders but she doesn't push it off, no. It turns her on to have him like this, the two sides of him at once, the dedicated doctor and her passionate lover. His hairy chest looks even wilder against the pastel shade and suddenly the features of his captivating manliness stand out even more against the serious surroundings, the shadow of his stubble and his hands so large and his straining cock… She can't decide if she adores him more with his clothes on or without them and wonders briefly if he's even aware of his own beauty. No, he's not. He responds to a woman, to her, on instinct and he's amazing at it and it feels like loving her is the easiest thing for him to do, but there's no vanity behind it. No huge ego issues. Just his heart.
Her thumb brushes the sensitive head of his cock as her hand glides up and down, concentrating on finding the rhythm she has learnt he likes best and she rains tiny wet kisses to the top of his hip bone, the top of his thigh, nuzzles his thick pubic hair, nearly drunk on his smell – Then she pushes his cock up and very gently, presses her lips to the gloriously delicate skin of his scrotum.
"Shh," she whispers when he lets out a groan, the sound rippling through her own body in a blissful wave. "Quiet, remember?" she smiles. "You don't want me to stop, huh?"
Softly, her lips nib at his balls, teasing them with tiny featherlike kisses, with flicks of tongue, her hand working his stiff shaft… She doesn't want to stop either, his huffs, his hoarse gasps as he's struggling to remain mute spurring her on, making her almost impatient as she gives a gentle but thorough lick to the vein bulging on the underside. She knows there's no such thing as a bad blow job but she hasn't yet done this to him enough to learn everything that would drive him wild, she's still exploring, her tongue carefully studying the fascinating appendage, searching for spots that make him choke on his breath. She doesn't want him simply to be grateful for her eagerness to suck him, she wants to blow his mind, not only his cock.
Her mouth closes over the flushed, hot head and she pulls him in as far as she can, gliding her tongue over the swollen flesh, hearing him raggedly breathe her name out. He's large and thick and she can't take all of it down, but she loves the feel of him in her hand. She looks up to find his pupils nearly fully dilated and drinking her up as if he's high on drugs and she moans softly around his cock, high right there with him.
Not breaking their gaze, she moves her head up and opens her mouth wide, letting him watch his length, the glans against her tongue and then wraps her lips back around it, sucks him in, hums lowly, again and again, her tongue swirling around him like he's a popsicle, licking her own moisture off until it's just his delicious self, until his eyes squeeze shut and his head tilts back in pleasure.
"Jack," she whispers against the throbbing penis. "Jack," she's got his attention when her hand stills at his base. "Look at me," she breathes. "Watch, for as long as you can."
It's the "silence" rule that she knows combined with the visuals will heighten every sensation, every touch and lick and she has every intention to make the rule unattainable and give the nurses something to talk about. And yes, she wants them to know exactly who he belongs to.
He obeys, watching as her mouth releases his cock and as she rubs her cheek against it, his heat melting her inside, his parted lips spurting torn syllables of her name and Fucks and Gods in quick shallow breaths.
She smiles, marveling at his arousal, his expression so far from the furrow lost in thought analyzing a medical case, all his attention on her now that he gives himself to her.
Her hand roams his belly and chest as far up as it would go and she wishes she could reach his nipples, graze them with her nails the way he likes it and the way she's able to when she feasts on him in their bed. So she moves to his firm ass, caressing the underside of each buttock, then his thighs, finally settling on his balls, fondling them gently and lovingly. Her mouth hovers just a fraction above his cock, seeping now, so engorged and swollen the head is almost purple.
A couple of purposeful warm blows and a careful tug at the scrotum and she hears it, a low please and she doesn't tease anymore. That gorgeous excited cock is sucked back into her mouth immediately, greedily, hard. She sets up the rhythm, picks up the pace, working him with abandon, working herself up to the point where she thinks she might come just from letting him hit the back of her throat as his hips suddenly jerk forward.
He grabs her head and tries to still her, tries to cling to his control. "I'm... God," he struggles. "If you want to… You need to stop."
Oh Jack. My beautiful, sweet, clueless Jack. What will it take to teach him to receive pleasure without questioning it and how many times?
"What I need…" she swirls her tongue around the rim of his cock's head. "Is for you to come," she rubs his precum into her lips like lipgloss, slowly licks it off, amazed how alive and sexy the taste makes her feel. "And I want to…," she whispers lustily, "Drink every little last drop of it."
"You're…" he starts in amazement but never finishes when she sucks on him until she can hardly breathe. And she can't decide what is better, her own orgasm or his, because when he groans so loud she feels it in her chest, when he stills her head and when the thick, warm liquid fills her mouth, her insides contract deep within her body in very real bliss: this is his pleasure and his life. Two things she wants to take care of and shield and cherish and never let go of.
She licks his cock clean, soothing him, enjoying the soft sounds of satisfaction he's making, his fingers caressing the back of her head.
"…amazing," he chuckles softly and she finds herself beaming at him, in love with those watery eyes, hazy with sex and warm with emotion.
"That wasn't quiet," she teases, parting with his cock hesitantly, one last kiss pressed to its tip, letting Jack help her stand up.
"You did that on purpose, hm?" he smiles, his arms loosely around her. Relaxed but not spent and she makes a mental note to search and find what would render him delirious from thorough satisfaction. Or how many times.
His nipple tightens under the flat of her tongue, her mouth finally on the right level to do this.
"God, I wish I was sixteen again," she hears his husky tone, nearly flirtatious, his palms cupping her ass and pulling her into him.