Chapter 7

Quality Time

-Heavy Jack x Miranda smut, M rated sexual scenes. Do not read if that is not your thing!-

-Continued from chapter 5-

After an hour or two of more wine and bottles of beer, Miranda began to ease up more. She was in a strange place, she wasn't used to this type of environment, but she was definitely enjoying Jack's company.

Their conversation moved along with ease, Miranda was a lot easier to talk to after a while, Jack thought. Miranda thought the same of Jack.

Laughing hysterically with a tipsy arm accidentally knocking over a couple of empty beer bottles, Miranda had tears coming from her eyes at what Jack said. She was drunk. Well, not drunk, but definitely 'happy' as Jack described her.

"I can't believe you said that to her!" Jack nodded with pride as she chuckled. "Well, I did! And I got into so much shit for it. Literally! After Sedaris stopped them, her MOTHER walked in and she was almost as crazy as Sederis! I was all like 'Jona, that varren isn't coming back so you and your mom might as well take the artifact and see what it's worth'"

Miranda struggled to talk due to her laughter so hard "so what did she say?" She asked, already laughing again.

"She was all like 'I AM NOT TAKING THAT PHALLUS SHAPED ARTIFACT, ZERO.' Then I got pissed because nobody calls me that. So I told her to suck my dick and threw it at her head then jumped out the window."

She laughed to herself remembering the notoriously insane Jona Sederis being hit in the head with an ancient artifact shaped like a penis. Miranda wished she had seen it. She never liked the Asari gang leader. She was delusional and power hungry.

Jack takes a drink from a bottle and Miranda accidentally spills a splash of red wine on Jack's trousers when trying to pick it up. She immediately panics, finding a few tissues, dabbing at the wine splashes on Jack's lap.

"Good grief I apologize, come on, my apartment is just around the corner, I will wash these for you." She stands up and begins to make her way from the table, "quickly before the stain sets in! That's Thessian wine, it's a real bitch to get out..."

Jack sits back and reassures Miranda that it's okay and not to worry about it. She pats the seat next to her in the booth and Miranda sits back down again, a guilty look pasted over her face.

"At least take them off to wash later! I would if I had to."

Jack smirked as she glanced at Miranda's body up and down and back to her bottle of beer. She splashed a generous amount on Miranda's exposed cleavage, muttering an amused 'oops!'

"JACK! You do know this is a one piece suit don't you?" Jack's dark eyes widened as Miranda began to slowly unzip the front of her outfit, down to just above her belly button as she wipes her chest and black lace-clad breasts with a few tissues.

"Enjoying the view, Miss Nought?" Miranda asks gently, not looking up from wiping her dripping chest once.

Jack took a big gulp, blushing a little "y-yeah, actually..." stuttering? Wow, very smooth, Jack. her brown eyes were simply fixed to Miranda's large breasts. She was absolutely dumbstruck. Her mouth open slightly, she reached out to hold Miranda's hair out of her way as some of it was stuck to her chest with beer.

Miranda looked over for a split second at Jack who was suddenly very quiet. She assumed she felt a little bad for her silly joke, she smiled at her though "thank you, it's stuck everywhere!" She continued dabbing the beer to make sure it doesn't stick to her skin.

Jack slowly shuffled forward closer to an oblivious Miranda. The chunk of thick, long black hair she was gently holding back from the wet area revealed the right-hand side of her pale neck.

Jack immediately licked her lips and placed a soft kiss on Miranda's neck, causing her to become slightly startled and freeze. Jack's plump lips placed a slightly rougher kiss further up the pale neck, closer to her pulse point. Her heart was starting to beat faster and harder.

The deep bass of the sexy trance song coarsed through her veins. This was happening. She stretched her neck more to allow Jack's lips more room to roam on her skin and she used her right hand to reach around to the back of Jack's head and run her fingers through her soft hair.

Miranda took the powerful biotic's ponytail in her gloved fist and tugged at it gently, Jack's face pulling back. She was slightly shocked and confused, as if she didn't realise what she had actually been doing to Miranda's neck.

Their faces were mere inches apart, Miranda's body still facing forward, her head turned towards Jack who had a hungry, pleading look in her dark brown puppy eyes. She still had her hair in her fist and tugged slightly again as she forced her lips to meet Jack's. Miranda was in control. She couldn't believe she was kissing someone she used to think was nothing but a thug, but she loved the feeling of control she had over the tough, street-wise chick.

One of the waitresses in the club noticed them with their lips locked, which wasn't odd behaviour for Jack. She usually had her mouth all over someone when she was in her booth. Which is why she had red velvet curtains fitted to allow some privacy. Something about the way Jack looked was odd to the waitress. She didn't just seem horny like she usually is, she was kissing the black-haired beauty deeply and passionately. She quietly closed the curtains for them as they seemed to completely forget they were in a public place.

Miranda let go of Jack's little ponytail at the back of her head and pulled her lips from hers. Gazing deeply into Jack's, once again, puppy eyes, she slowly rose to her feet. The tattooed hunk of muscle and power sitting in front of her suddenly sat powerless, vulnerable, aching to feel Miranda's lips on her own again.

The Australian, who still had her outfit zipped down just above her belly button, slowly climbed onto Jack's lap. The thug peered down past her heavily tattooed stomach and at her crotch which was almost completely covered by Miranda. Her legs were wide open over Jack's although she was positioned slightly higher than face to face.

She looked down at Jack who might as well have been drooling at the sight in front of her, taking her hands in hers and guiding them towards her thick hair. The song changed to one with heavier bass and a slightly slower, harder beat. Jack didn't need any more influencing, she immediately coarsed her long fingers through mounds of thick black hair.

Miranda began to slowly circle her hips into Jack's as she threw her head back, pushing her chest out. She loved the feeling of fingers through her hair. Jack snapped out of her daze and gripped Miranda's hair with both hands hard, tugging her head back and chest out, allowing Jack to place rough kisses on her exposed chest.

A small gasp escaped Miranda's lips as she felt Jack's teeth graze against her bare flesh and grip the hem of the cup of her bra and begin to pull at it, indicating she wanted it off. Miranda quickly looked behind her and noticed the curtain was closed. She nodded softly at Jack who was looking up at her into her eyes, her hands immediately fumbling to the zipper of her outift, pulling it all the way down, revealing a small amount of her matching black lace panties.

She peeled Miranda's arms out of the skin-tight suit and wrapped her arms behind her back, pulling her in for a deep kiss. Her tongue slid along her pale lips, earning a small sigh from the woman straddling her. Her nimble fingers got to work on the bra hooks as their tongues slid across each other.

"Take it off." Jack ordered in a breathy tone, attempting to gain control of the situation. She knew Miranda was in control but she wasn't used to feeling vulnerable.

Miranda placed her hands on Jack's chest, stroking up and over her shoulders and around the back of her neck. "Hmm, you take it off for me." She purred, smirking devilishly. Jack tried to retaliate with a deep groan of frustration but she gave in, sliding the bra from Miranda's chest and arms, revealing her large breasts with pale, pink nipples, which were erect.

Jack's face approached the round breasts in front of her and gazed up into Miranda's blue eyes. She teased her nipple with her hot breath and a painfully slow circle around it with her tongue. It had been so long since someone had touched her sexually that Miranda had forgotten what the touch of another person was like.

She took the nipple in her mouth and sucked and licked it roughly. Pulsating pleasure on her clit was now all Miranda could focus on. As well as the sweet feeling of a tongue caressing her sensitive nipple. She ran her fingers through Jack's hair and across the shaved sides of her head.

Jack slipped her hands under Miranda's slim thighs and held them firmly, pulling her up with a strong biotic lift and planting her on her back across the table. She kissed down her stomach and over her belly button, hands running down her bare sides. She proceed to tug at her suit, but stopped to reach down and remove her boots first. Jack loved seeing inch after inch of pale skin be revealed as she peeled the black suit from the sexy operative's body. She noticed she was toned, slim, and had a few freckles dotted around her body which she was certain to kiss as she roamed her upper body with her lips and tongue. All Miranda could do was arch her back slightly and sigh softly, hoping that her heavily tattooed gang-member would do what she thinks she is going to do.

Her whole black suit was tossed to the side now as all she laid in was her black lace panties. Being laid on the table heightened the sensation of the heavy bass and beat from the music through her body. She used her hands to knead her own breasts as she kept eye contact with Jack. Jack disappeared from her line of sight as she was laid fully down, and suddenly felt hot breath on the inside of her thigh. Her pale legs didn't hesitate to part slightly, allowing room for Jack to slide between them. All she could think of was how good the first time she received oral sex felt, now she was older and a LOT more aroused than she was the first time, she was a little bit frightened she would climax right away.

"Ohhhh Jack.. what are you doing down there? Huh?" Miranda purred, wondering what she was up to. Jack immediately took a deep whiff in, registered the scent for a moment and let out a deep groan.

"Were these expensive? They look expensive." Jack asks, tugging the hem of Miranda's panties gently.

"Together with the bra... About 195 credits." Miranda replied to the odd question. Jack whistled in such a way that she was shocked. "95 credits for a bra and some panties in a set? But, fuck. They look amazing on you. So, I'll buy you more." Miranda grinned a little at Jack's kind offer and her eyes shot open as she felt the lace panties tear to shreds as Jack tore them with her bear hands. Well, at least she said she would be her more, Miranda thought. She peered down into Jack's eyes and grunted softly at the display of pure strength and animalistic need. All Jack wanted to do was taste her.

Jack smirked and went down on the Australian's pussy. It was shaven clean with a neat patch of dark hair above it. Miranda let out a long groan and threw her head back at the feel of the wet tongue sliding against her swollen, aroused clit.

The music grew louder in the club and soon enough Miranda's heartbeat followed the beat of the music.

Jack assaulted Miranda's clit with her tongue, not taking a moment to breathe. Her actions became more and more desperate and rough on her delicate lover. She pulled her face up from between her legs and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She had an animalistic look in her dark eyes. Miranda caught her breath and sat up, reaching around the back of Jack's shaved head and pulled her close for a rough kiss. She could taste her own juices in her mouth and became increasingly turned on.

Pulling Jack's head closer to her own, Miranda's lips met her right ear and pleaded, "Please... Just fuck me... I can't handle any more teasing." A small whine escaped her lips as she felt Jack's cool breath brush the side of her face and her ear, her slender, strong fingers carefully dragging up against Miranda's opening, coating her fingers in the sweet liquid flowing from her.

Jack tipped the balance of power back to her side. The cold, intimidating, high-ranking gang member was naked on the table in front of her in a seedy club, whining to be fucked. She definitely had control again. She loved it. She used a slick finger to tease her clit once again before sliding two fingers deep into Miranda's opening. A sigh of relief came from the dark haired woman, the elbows holding her up growing weak.

Before she fell on her back, Jack quickly grabbed the back of her head, a fist full of hair. She held her face directly in front of her own, maintaining eye contact as she picked up the pace and roughly massaged Miranda's G-spot. Her 2 fingers increased to 3 and soon enough she was ramming them into Miranda, who was struggling to keep her eyes open, moaning loudly.

Jack made sure they kept eye contact, using the fist full of hair, tugging at it whenever she broke the contact. She wanted Miranda to see the passion and lust burning in her eyes as she made her violently shake on the table with every forceful pump of her strong arm.

Miranda weakly brought an arm up from behind her and rested it across Jack's shoulder for a moment. There was a lot of hot breath flying around, moans and squeals of pleasure from Miranda and grunts of strength and lust from Jack were all mixed together. Lifting her arm took all the strength she had.

She was using almost all of her strength to try hold back the incoming orgasm she could feel brewing in the pit of her stomach. She was, strangely, enjoying the feeling of being the powerful, sexy, tattooed thug's "bitch", as she was calling her. She didn't want it to end any time soon.

"Does that feel good? Huh? You feel amazing around my fingers." Jack asked, staring deep into Miranda's blue eyes, glazed over and struggling to stay open. Their foreheads were pressed together as Jack continued pounding into her pussy.

"Y..yes Jack! Ohhh fuck it feels so amazing, don't ever stop!" Miranda managed to get out between moans and deep pants for breath.

"Yeaahhh you love being my little bitch don't you Miranda? I can feel it." Jack replied, earning a whispered yes from Miranda, furiously nodding her head with a lazy grin across her face.

She noticed since Jack was holding her up, she might as well do some work of her own. Her other hand lazily fell between her wide open legs and began to stroke her extremely sensitive and tender clit. The extra contact was enough to send her over the edge. Just a few more pumps into her pussy... Just a few more strokes of her throbbing clit...

Her entire body crashed into an orgasm, her pale legs shook, reaching around to pull Jack closer, her toes curled. Her other hand draped across Jack's shoulder was now using their nails to dig into her back, causing deep red scratch marks across her tattoos. Her eyes grew wide, keeping in contact with Jack's suddenly surprised brown ones.

Of course she was surprised, she was staring deep into the eyes of her orgasming superior. It was quite a sight. Miranda rode out the rest of the orgasm which lasted an incredible amount of time and crashed onto her back, panting for breath. Jack crawled on top of her and gave her a deep kiss.

"That..." Miranda started. "Was amazing." Jack finished. Gazing all over Miranda's worn out, tired, flushed body, running her fingers up and down her toned pale stomach.

Miranda chuckled and nodded, giving Jack another deep kiss. Now... Where did she leave her suit?