I've had numerous requests for another story and I appreciate all of you and your kind words very much. So, I'm going to share the story I've been playing with for quite awhile. The premise was requested by someone and I just kind of went with it not sure where it would go or how it would get there and I've been keeping it on a live journal and updating it when I could find the time, which has been more difficult than usual. It's very smutty and...well, you can judge for yourselves. Here's the first chapter. If you like it I'll give you the rest of it a chapter a time, if you don't, I won't. There are 26 chapters completed and you get to decide if you want to see all of them. Thanks again for all the really nice messages. I haven't been ignoring you, I've just been taking a bit of break.
He sat across the table watching her and playing with his food more than eating it. She was still as pretty as the day he'd become smitten enough with her to ask her out, yet she seemed less interested in him these days. She nibbled at her food, sighed occasionally and looked at her watch more times than he cared to count. She wiped her mouth and excused herself, he guessed to get away from him or to work up an excuse to cut their evening short. He watched her walk away and then motioned for the waiter to fill their wine glasses one more time. She returned, saw the full glass of wine, sighed and then looked at her watch again.
"Am I keeping you from something?" He asked.
"No, of course not, it's just been a long day and I'm a little tired." She answered.
Jack Shephard sat back and listened to his wife Sarah lie to him. She wasn't tired, she was bored, bored with him. He looked at her and remembered the night he'd brought her to this restaurant located within one of the finest hotels in the area. He remembered how on that night they had sat side by side, holding hands off and on and actually enjoying one another's company. He remembered how he had pulled the ring out and proposed to her and how she'd cried and accepted his proposal. He remembered how they'd made their way upstairs to the suite with the champagne and roses he'd had prepared ahead of time and how they hungrily went after one another, loving each other long into the night. He watched her and he wondered when they had grown so far apart, when he'd become so dry and apparently undesirable to her.
It was their first wedding anniversary and he suspected it would be their last, their marriage all but over and he had no idea how it happened or why it happened, only that it had happened and that his wife no longer wanted him. He thought that maybe bringing her to the place where he'd proposed and reserving the exact same room for them might rekindle the spark, but she didn't appear to be impressed by his gesture or the least bit interested in rekindling sparks. He finally sat back, dropping his napkin on the table and making eye contact with her.
"Sarah, it's Friday night and I know your day can be taxing, but you can sleep in tomorrow so I'm not really buying the excuse that you're tired. I reserved the same room for us, but I'm getting the impression that you aren't interested in celebrating this marriage's one year milestone in the same manner we celebrated its beginning." Jack said, his tone flat, his face stoic.
"Jack, this is all very sweet and romantic and I'm lucky to have a husband that remembers moments and tries to recreate them, but I'm just not feeling well. Maybe we can do this another time?" She suggested.
"You mean on our next first anniversary, sure, no problem Sarah." Jack said sarcastically.
"You're mad." She said.
"Mad? No, just disappointed I guess. We haven't had sex in over a month, I suppose thinking my wife might put out on our anniversary was a bit too optimistic on my part." Jack continued in his sarcastic tone.
"So that's why you did all this? You were hoping it would earn you a tumble between the sheets?" Sarah shot back hatefully.
"I don't know what I was hoping for Sarah, maybe that my wife would show up, that the woman I married was still in there some place. Any time I try to touch you it's the same thing. You're tired or you don't feel well. When did I become so repulsive to you Sarah?" He asked.
"It's not you Jack, it's me. Okay? I'm just not feeling sexy these days. Do you just want me to lay there and pretend like it's something I want when I don't?" She asked.
"What do you want Sarah?" He asked.
"I don't know what I want Jack, all I know is that right now the last thing I want to do is spend the evening in bed with you." She said.
"I can remember a time when that's all you wanted to do?" He said with a hint of sadness.
"Well, I guess all those feelings were new and fun and that it wears off eventually." She sighed.
"The love and the lust you feel for someone wears off? I guess I never got that memo because I still want you as much today as I did the first time we made love." He argued.
"I'm sorry Jack. I can't pretend to feel what I don't." She said, starting to become emotional.
If you're finished eating I'll take you home." He said and reached for his wallet.
"No, I'm going to take a cab. I need to be away from you for awhile." She said.
"Great. I'll tell you what, since I've already paid for the room, I'll just stay here tonight, give you some space." He said.
"Do what you want Jack, I'm not going to let you make me feel guilty because you're never around and when you are all you want from me is sex." Sarah said and stood.
He didn't respond. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene in public because his wife didn't want to sleep with him. He looked at her with soft, caring eyes and she back at him.
"Do you need some cash for the cab?" He asked as he held out two twenty dollar bills.
"Thank you." She said and took the money from him, taking a moment to gaze into his soft brown orbs and see the hurt and the pain that was in them and knowing she'd put it there.
She brushed her hand over his cheek and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Happy Anniversary Jack." She said softly and walked away before he could respond.
He watched her walk away and he knew why she'd left so quickly. Regardless of where he was going, whether it was to work for three days straight or just a quick trip to the corner for something, he always made sure he kissed her goodbye when he'd leave and tell her that he loved her and she didn't want to hear that from him tonight, in fact he couldn't recall the last time she'd actually said it back. He dropped some cash on the table to cover the bill and the tip and walked out of the restaurant and down the corridor to the club/bar that was fairly empty since it was still pretty early in the evening.
He sat at the corner of the bar and ordered a drink, not really in the mood to drink or get drunk, but not in the mood to sit by himself in a hotel room either, so he sat at the bar and played with his drink, listening to the music and watching the people. He'd been watching one person in particular, an attractive woman on the other side of the bar. He'd watched her turn down two potential suitors and the manner in which she quickly shot them down was entertaining to watch. He couldn't hear the come on lines the men were using on her, but he guessed they must've been pretty lame by the look on her face and then the way they'd walk away, looking shocked as if she were the first woman to dare resist the charm that typically made women instantly drop their panties.
He made eye contact with the bartender and tapped on his drink. While the bartender was making him a fresh drink he left for a moment to use the restroom. As he made his way back to his seat at the bar he noticed that the woman he'd been watching had taken the seat beside his and was paying the bartender for his drink. He immediately interrupted the transaction and dropped a twenty on the bar.
"Thanks, but I've got it." Jack said.
"Your wife probably doesn't appreciate women buying you drinks I guess?" She asked.
"I have no idea what my wife appreciates these days. I'm Jack by the way." He said and held his hand out.
"Pleased to meet you Jack, I'm assuming that since you haven't hit on me yet, that joining you for a drink is safe." She said and shook his hand.
"I suppose being married makes me safe." He mumbled.
"You aren't safe because you're married, you're safe because you're a nice guy." She said.
"How do you know that? I could be a serial killer for all you know." He said.
"I know a nice guy when I see one and you are a nice guy." She said.
"Maybe, but I'm really not in the mood to be safe or boring or even nice for that matter so maybe you really don't want to sit here with me." Jack suggested, his tone flat, disinterested.
"Well, you're also pretty hot, did I forget to mention that?" She said and smiled at him.
"Thanks I guess, but since we've already established that I'm married, what's the point?" Jack asked, his tone a little less flat and a little more interested, the change not going unnoticed by her.
"But not happily married." She said.
"What makes you say that?" He asked with a light laugh starting to realize that she was doing wonders to improve his mood.
"You're sitting alone in a bar on a Friday night and not the least bit nervous about being seen with me so you're obviously not expecting to meet up with your wife here. No, I'm guessing you're here because you don't want to be with your wife tonight." She said.
"Actually, she doesn't want to be with me." Jack told her making eye contact with her for the first time.
She could see the pain in his eyes, not the pain that comes from a broken heart, but the pain that comes from accepting failure and realizing it's not all that tragic when it probably should be.
"I do." She said in a seductive tone that rattled him for a moment.
"Excuse me?" Jack choked out, unsure how to respond.
"You heard me Jack. You act like a woman wanting to be with you is the most absurd idea ever." She giggled.
"I'm…..married." He repeated slowly.
"Yes, Jack I know, but you aren't happy. Life's too short to spend a minute of it unhappy, but if you aren't interested in having some fun with me tonight it's okay, just say so, but you were the one that said you aren't in the mood to be safe or nice or boring." She told him.
"What kind of fun did you have in mind?" He asked, still not sure if this beautiful woman was really offering what it sounded like she was offering.
"Well, we can go through the motions and drag it out, turn it into a long date of you buying me drinks and dancing and acting like you're trying to get to know me or we could both go upstairs and do what we both want to do." She said eliciting a light groan from him.
"Just like that, a few shared glances across a bar and you're ready to sleep with me. Sounds like a recipe for disaster." Jack offered with a low chuckle.
"If you fuck even half as good as you look, disaster works for me." She told him.
"You're serious aren't you?" He asked, taken back a bit by her bluntness.
"You're not interested?" She asked.
"I don't even know your name." He said.
"Names aren't important." She said.
"So how come I'm not getting shot down like those other guys that were trying to get into your pants?" He asked.
"Are you trying to get into my pants Jack?" She asked.
"No, but you seem intent on getting into mine." He chuckled.
"Not trying to get into my pants is exactly why I'm going to let you into them." She said.
"Just as long as I don't ask your name." He commented.
"If a name is really important to you Jack, just pick one." She told him.
"Just pick one?" He asked.
"Yeah, don't you have some fantasy girl you've always wanted to fuck senseless?" She asked and then smiled as a devilish grin spread across his face.
"You got quite a mouth on you." He laughed lightly.
She moved closer to him, her lips close to his ear while her hand moved slowly up his thigh in a teasing fashion, stopping at the top and moving toward the center, lightly squeezing a handful of him and whispering into his ear.
"Imagine my mouth on you." She said and felt him respond right before he took hold of her hand and moved it back to his thigh.
"Careful, I'm liable to take you up on your offer." He warned in a lusty tone.
"So what's stopping you Jack?" She said and grabbed another handful of him, caressing him gently and softly through the thin material of his slacks.
He froze for a moment, the feeling of her hand grabbing him where his wife never would anymore and enjoying it, ready to unzip him and go down on him right there at the bar. He pushed her hand away again and held onto it, slipping off the barstool and then helping her down.
"Let's go." Jack said, placing his hand on her lower back and leading her out of the bar.
He escorted her through the lobby to the elevators that led to the suites.
"Shouldn't we stop and get a room?" She asked.
"Already have one." He said and pulled her into the elevator with him, punching the number 31 and then wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him.
He stared into her eyes for a moment as if he were searching for something, pushing the strands of hair away before lowering his head and covering her mouth with his, the kiss hot and passionate and unlike anything he'd felt or tasted in so long he was already beginning to drown in it. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. He glanced up to make sure they were on the correct floor, took her hand and led her out of the elevator and down the long hallway. He inserted the key card into the door and pushed it open, holding it while he allowed her to enter first.
She noticed the roses and champagne and the romantic feel of the room immediately and stopped in her tracks, turning to face him.
"This looks like the work of a man who loves his wife very much Jack, maybe this isn't a good idea." She suggested.
"It's the work of a pathetic man trying to recapture what's lost forever, not so much because he's head over heels in love, but because he's supposed to try to save his marriage." Jack told her, taking her by the hand and leading her deeper into the room.
"You did all this and she left you all alone in that bar?" She asked.
"No, she left me alone in the restaurant where I proposed to her. It's out first anniversary and probably our last. Can I ask you something and you promise not to get offended?" Jack asked.
"Sure, I guess." She said.
"You're not a prostitute are you?" Jack asked and noticed her expression go from shocked, to offended, to amused.
"Does it matter Jack?" She asked.
"Yes." He answered.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I can get that anywhere and I'm not really interested in that." Jack told her.
"What are you interested in Jack?" She asked.
"I don't know, something exciting, real, someone that wants me and not because she's getting paid to want me or because it's a wifely duty." He replied.
She looked at him, understanding that this was a man that didn't do things like this, that he'd never considered cheating on his wife prior to her approaching him in that bar and most importantly that he needed a wild night of sex with no inhibitions, no guilt and no boundaries with a woman that wanted as much of him as he could give. She moved in on him and whispered in his ear.
"I want you Jack, all of you." She said and felt the bulge in the front of his pants grow larger.
She didn't have to encourage him further, any trepidations he had replaced by the aching need in his groin, the aching need that she wasted no time freeing and wrapping her luscious lips around, licking, sucking and pumping until he was pumped dry, leaving him stretched out on the sofa that was too short
for his 6'2" frame, pants undone, his now flaccid penis tucked loosely back inside the opening in his pants and her slowly unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt.
His brain was fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, his body feeling a little weak from the explosion that had just occurred and the small beads of sweat that had collected on his forehead were beginning to dry and disappear. He watched her undressing him and a very small part of him thought he should probably stop her. However, the larger part of him that wanted this pushed those thoughts aside and let her continue on. She was in complete control and he was happy to relinquish all control to her, tired of always being in control, tired of always being the one to initiate sex and tired of feeling like he was being unreasonable for wanting to make love to the woman he'd promised to forsake all others for.
With the buttons to his shirt undone she pushed the shirt away from him and ran her hands over his chest and then moved forward, kissing her way up over the exposed flesh and to his mouth. They shared a deep, passionate kiss, tongues dueling slowly while his hands worked at the zipper on her dress, pulling it down her back slowly and slipping his large warm hands inside, moving them slowly over her soft flesh while unhooking her bra and then pulling out of the kiss and pushing her back so he could look at her. She was beautiful and she was looking at him with more hunger than his wife ever had and he guessed he should've felt some guilt for enjoying another woman in the same room he'd enjoyed his wife in, but he didn't.
He slowly slid the dress straps down her arms until the material was pooled around her waist before reaching up and sliding her bra straps over her shoulders and down her arms, allowing his fingers to glide down her arms slowly before moving his fingertips up over her now exposed stomach up to her breasts where he moved them with feather-like touches over her nipples, making them so hard he had to bite his bottom lip, resisting the urge to sit up and suck them into his mouth hard. Instead he cupped both hands over her breasts and massaged them gently while his thumb moved back and forth, keeping the little nubs hard and begging for his touch.
He stopped and sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest, skin on skin, lips just inches apart, their skin hot with desire. He moved his mouth to her ear and licked the area just behind the lobe lightly, making her squirm and let go of a happy sigh.
"I just came in your mouth, I think I should know your name before I make you come in mine." He whispered in a soft, sexy tone and pushed her backward onto the cushions, making her whimper as the wetness flooded her center.
"Just go with it Jack and make me whoever you want me to be." She insisted.
If that was how she wanted to play this it was okay with him, he'd made one last attempt to make what they were doing less sorted then it actually was, to give her the opportunity to be more than a enjoyable fuck in a hotel room, to allow her to hear him whisper her name right before he came inside of her and he had every intention of being that irresponsible, his mind focused on nothing else but enjoying this woman and hopefully making her enjoy him.
He moved up onto his knees and finished peeling her clothes away, too eager and hungry for her to move them to the bed where he'd have more room to lay her out and enjoy every inch of her. There was time for that later, right now the only part of her he was interested in enjoying was splayed before him, the familiar odor of a woman hot and hungry for him hitting his nostrils and reawakening what she'd satisfied and put to sleep a few minutes ago. God she was so beautiful and so hot and her eyes were burning into his, pleading with him to soothe her ache.
His shirt was hanging off his shoulders and he shook it off, tossing it across the room and then grinning at her when she placed her foot at the top of his chest and let it glide slowly down, landing at his crotch, staying there and trying to sneak inside his opened pants. He took hold of her ankle and gently guided her leg to the back of the sofa, propping it up there and then slowly moving his lips over the inside of her
leg, starting at the knee and then down the thigh, stopping just before he reached her pussy just long enough to push the other leg to the side so he'd have room to work.
He dropped his head between her legs and she let go of a lengthy moan as his mouth began to work its magic over her dripping center.
"Make me come Jack, if you make me come I might tell you my name." She pleaded with him.
He continued to lick and suck, having to hold her bucking hips down with one hand while the other hand found its way to her opening and penetrated her, making her cry out and clutch his head with both of her hands.
"So close Jack, so close, don't stop." She panted and then felt the release hit.
She let go of his head and held her own hair with one hand while the other made a fist and pounded into the back of the couch as she came hard, squirming and bucking beneath him while seeing nothing but bright flashes of color underneath her closed eyelids.
"Oh fuck me!" She screamed and felt him smile against her, pleased with himself.
When she stopped moving he moved his mouth away from her, wiped his face against the couch cushion and slowly moved up toward her, hovering over her dazed, flustered face waiting for her to open her eyes and when she did he locked his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue in and slowly engaging with hers, settling them both down and then finally pulling back, gazing into her eyes with such a comfortable, sated look she felt like she'd known him for years instead of a little over an hour.
"Well?" He asked.
"Well what?" She asked.
"Your name, you said if I made you come you'd tell me your name." He reminded her.
"I said I might, but I think it's better if you don't know. I think you need to fuck a nameless woman in a hotel room." She told him, grinning at him.
"I'm starting to think that maybe you need this as much or worse than I do? I think you've never done anything like this before and need to be a nameless woman getting fucked in a hotel room. You don't have to come clean, but just tell me if I'm close." Jack pushed.
"You're close." She admitted with the hint of a smile, but unable the hide the sadness that flashed in her eyes briefly.
"Okay." He said and smiled back at her, understanding that sometimes we all need to be somebody else.
He kissed her quickly once more and pulled himself up, reaching down and pulling her up with him. He grabbed the bottle of champagne, the two glasses, took hold of her hand and led her to large four person Jacuzzi that was embedded halfway into the floor of the room. He set the champagne and the glasses down, dropped the drain plug and began running water into the tub. He opened the two doors to the balcony to allow the night air to rush in and stripped out of his pants. He took hold of her hand and helped her step down into the tub that was quickly filling with water.
"It's too hot." She gasped and pulled her foot back.
He reached down and adjusted the water, grabbing the small bottle of bath oil and dumping it into the stream of water. They watched the tub fill, the aroma of the bath oil hitting their nostrils, the jets making a light layer of foam on the top of the water. He once again held her hand while she stepped into the tub
and then followed, sitting beside her and pulling her close so that the back of her head was resting just below his shoulder.
They sat in the tub and sipped champagne and talked very little, neither wanting to personalize their fun, sexy evening. Instead they drank the cold, bubbly alcohol and kissed in-between drinks, enjoying the feel of their cold tongues tangling together in the middle of the hot steamy bath while the cool breeze from the open doors brushed over them. She let her hands roam over his firm body, finding his cock again and finding the urge to play with it irresistible.
"You want me bad don't you?" She asked closing her mouth over his while her hand firmly gripped his erection.
He returned the kiss with as much hunger and passion as she initiated it with, groaning and shifting his body slightly and then pulling her hand away when she squeezed him a little too hard. He brought her hand up to his shoulder, taking note of the apologetic look in her eyes and smiling before kissing her softly and pulling her closer.
"I do, I just haven't decided where or how yet?" He told her, his need evident in his voice.
"Really or have you just not decided if you're really capable of fucking one woman while you're married to another?" She asked.
"No, I think I pretty much made that decision when I let you put my dick in your mouth. That's kind of a point of no return don't you think?" He chuckled lightly.
"According to Bill Clinton it's not." She teased making him laugh.
They stepped out of the tub and he led her over to the bed, their bodies still wet from the bath, her skin warm and fresh and more than he could stand any longer, grabbing her in one quick move, sliding her leg up over his hip and driving himself into her as they stood beside the bed. He quickly moved toward the wall, lifting her and using the wall to support her, the action driving him in deeper.
"Fuck me hard Jack, please." She said as she wrapped her legs and arms around him.
She held tightly to him as his almost angry thrusts jarred her body upward, the line between pleasure and pain coming close to being crossed, but for the moment, it was all pleasure and she came hard, her legs clamping around him tighter as she let go of a string of profanity that made him groan and drive himself in and hold it, letting her ride out her orgasm and allowing him to regain control of the situation.
He lifted her off of him, and he took hold of himself, his head swollen and purple and ready to explode any second.
"Lay down." He ordered in a low, husky tone.
She did as he asked, laying on the bed sideways and bending her knees. He positioned himself between her knees and held his throbbing cock over her stomach.
"Finish it." He told her, his eyes dark with need.
"You finish it." She told him.
He took hold of her hand and placed it over his cock. She began stroking him gently and he closed his eyes, ready to enjoy the ride. He felt her tug on him and guide her to her entrance.
"Finish it Jack. Fuck me like you know you want to Jack and come inside me." She told him.
It was all he was waiting to hear, his plans to fill her with his juices hadn't changed, but he'd never do that without her permission and was willing to spill himself all over her stomach instead. He scooted her around until she was lying on the bed the correct way, her head resting on the pillows and her luscious, hot, sweaty body stretched out in front of him. He spread her legs and played with her pussy with his fingers, dragging it out and juicing her up more than she already was.
"You've never had a one night stand have you?" He asked and pushed a finger inside her.
"No, oh fuck." She moaned.
"You've never let a man go down on you and play with your pussy like this on a first date have you?" He asked his tone becoming demanding again.
"You've never cheated on a girlfriend, much less your wife before have you?" She said and then arched her back when he added a second finger.
"I've never been tempted by anything as sexy and beautiful as you." He admitted and dropped his mouth down, sucking her clit into his mouth.
"Oh god." She moaned, grabbing two handfuls of the comforter that covered the bed and digging her toes in, his mouth and his fingers about to bring her over the edge again.
He sucked and licked and teased with the tip of his tongue and when he felt her starting to clench around the three fingers he was digging deep into her with he stopped and pulled his mouth and hand away, laughing lightly at the way she whimpered when he did so.
"Beg me. Use the profanity that you never used before tonight and beg me to fuck you." He said.
"You think you have me all figured out don't you?" She said.
He hovered over her, his need poking at her, his mouth next to her ear, his hot breath starting to come in short pants.
"I don't have a clue, but we're both having our fantasies right? I'm getting to fuck a beautiful stranger because she wants me to and you're…..what are you getting?" He asked
"I'm getting the same thing Jack." She told him and drew his mouth to hers.
He kissed her with a wet, hungry mouth while she pulled her legs back and used her hands to put him into position. She placed her hands firmly on his ass cheeks and pulled him forward.
"Now." She said as he sank into her warm, slippery opening.
He started out slow, taking his time, fucking her with long, deliberate strokes while his mouth moved from one breast to the other, licking, sucking and gently biting each nipple, his excitement growing with each passing moment. He pushed himself up, arms flexed and increased his thrusts, hitting her hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin and two people moaning, groaning and grunting as their need to release became painful, so painful insanity would consume them if relief didn't come soon and then with one final thrust he held his position and jerked against her bringing her over the edge with him, their two centers pushed together tightly, grinding against one another, while their upper bodies clung to each other, covered with sweat.
He rolled off of her and onto his back, breathing hard, feeling like he'd just fucked her for a solid hour when in reality the actual intercourse consisted of minutes. His body and his mind were exhausted and even though a part of him wanted to rest for five minutes and fuck her again he knew he'd be asleep in five minutes, the alcohol and the sex more effective than any sedative or sleeping pill he'd ever run
across. He felt her crawl up next to him and find a comfortable spot on his chest, her leg draped over his crotch and upper thigh, a move that was as personal as they'd allowed things to get the entire evening. He draped his arm over the soft, silky body that lay draped over his chest and closed his eyes.
"We're going to get cold eventually." He mumbled.
"So, we'll have to figure out ways to warm up." She said, her fingers dancing slowly through his chest hairs, her tone suggesting she was as close to nodding off as he was.
"Can I ask you a question?" He asked.
"Okay." She said.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Kate." She said sleepily.
"Goodnight Kate."
"Goodnight Jack."