Chapter 7: Interuptions

She bent down lowering her breasts towards his face. Her hands reaching out for the back of the sofa, his head between them. "Would you like me to call you sir." She whispered into his ear. Her breath tingled down neck. He needed to feel her on him, skin on skin.

"You can call me whatever you want as long as you do something with what's about to burst these pant." The strain of his need telling in his voice.

It was what she was playing for, she wanted to see the need in his eyes, hear it in his voice. She wanted him to beg. "How long have you been having these dreams sir?" She couldn't help herself she wanted him to suffer.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Smirking widely, however it faded as she straightened herself up and walked away.

"You know this would go better for you if you just answered my questions sir." Was she really doing this to Jack O'Neill the man she had wanted in her bed for years when he had a massive hard on in her house with permission to break regs? Was she mad? "Now how long have I been your dreams?"

"Okay I see how this is going to go. I answer or I don't get any." Two could play at that game. "Well let me see the first one would have been the night we spent on Abydos."

"Oh, that long." She knew she had that sort of effect on him. "Tell me about it."

"Well you were sharing a tent with me, if you remember due to the rest of the party taking a dislike to you. And well you were asleep and I was just dozing off when there was a small moan coming from the other end of the tent. The next thing I know I was dreaming that my head was between your legs and you were screaming." He seen her move slightly trying to ease the tension building between her legs. How long could she keep this up before she needed him to be in her.

"So let me see all those mornings when we woke up off world and you were hard you had been dreaming of me?" Her curiosity driving her arousal further.

"I knew you noticed every time I was hard by the way." He noticed the embarrassment creep across her cheeks. "I managed to catch you on more than one occasion with your hand between those fine legs of your"

"Yeh I thought so. There was a number of times I caught your eye hoping you'd take the hint and jump me sir." Okay this time she asked for it, he jumped from the sofa and grabbed her. Pulling her close to him. His lips took hers and he pushed his restrained cock as tight as he could against her body. His hand slipped lower and undid her jeans, slipping his hand inside her underwear and moaned. "Someone's horny for me aren't they. You want me inside you don't you. You want to milk me while you come." His whispered words and cold hand quickened her breath. She needed him inside her as much as he needed to be there. She trust her hips towards him wanting his hand to touch her more.

His cell rang. "Oh for crying out loud."