Infirmary
"Come on, baby..how much longer you going to make me wait?" Frank almost pouted, the 'little-boy' look on his handsome face melting Emily's heart by degrees. Those brown eyes scolded her superficially and it made her all tingly inside. "Can't we take this somewhere a little more...comfortable?" He motioned with his head behind them.
Emily looked..or attempted to...around the broad shoulders to see his meaning then..it hit her.
She could do one of two things, she realized but at this stage it seemed stupid to pretend she was less than 'involved'.
She didn't understand why she had allowed the man to compromise her morals to this extent but the truth of the matter is...she could have, at any time...stopped the proceedings had she truly wished. She knew that.
It came to her in that split second that she looked into those brown, creamy eyes...she simply did not wish to do so.
She lowered her eyes, ashamed of her reaction to this man but, in actuality, having no say in the outcome of whatever the man wished to transpire between them.
She did not deceive herself that she did not know exactly what he wished. He had made that perfectly clear...he had also made it perfectly clear to her...that she wanted it as well.
He sensed her dilemma, his thick fingers threading into the slender ones, and he tugged her gently. She followed his lead, his eyes holding her captive all the while he lead her to the side of his bed.
His hand came about her waist and he lifted her bodily, depositing her on the side of the mattress, stepping between her legs...his thighs against her inner ones...
He unhurriedly unbuttoned her blouse, easing it from her shoulders...as he kissed the soft, fragrant flesh with each inch revealed.
All Emily could concentrate on fully is the feel of the soft down of dark hair and warm skin that touched her inner thighs...that and the fact that the man's upper thighs were hard with muscle and that his penis still protruded stiffly between their bodies.
If Frank Cromwell was aware of his 'condition' which surely he had to be...he acted like it was more than normal, and ignored it completely, focusing on removing her bra. She felt his stare as it branded her exposed flesh. Her nipples were erect and throbbing...needing to be 'tongued' again. She had loved when the man had done...that.
"The rest can stay...kinda like those nylons and the garter thing..." But, even as he spoke...he was removing her panties...up to a point. He had gently pushed her back..into the unmade bed...and hooked his thumbs into the flimsy band of the silk. "Lift" he instructed and she had obeyed, rising enough for him to tug the panties half-way down her legs...
He stared a long moment at what his actions had uncovered. "Fuck...you shave completely." His thumb rubbed the lips of her vaginal opening tenderly and he pushed his finger into her wetness once again. Then leaned and placed his mouth on her clit. His tongue swirling lazily about the more than sensitive area.
"F-Fuck!" She whined/whimpered her awe...the feeling more than intense...and lifted to meet the hot touch of his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh!
Jack O'Neill had stopped dead in his tracks....his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the area from the brightness of the corridor. The sounds were unmistakable..granted. He didn't need to actually...see.
His first instinct was to retrace his steps...hastily...
But...then he noted...
Cromwell had heard Jack's entrance and had glanced to the intruder into his suddenly very private domain. Then..he had recognized the man.
Jack O'Neill.
He had not missed a beat...his tongue keeping Emily Taylor more than occupied. He had held up his hand and motioned Jack to...stay.
Jack lifted his brows...
"Ohhhh....yeeessssss! Please!" The woman had grasped Frank's head and was holding the short hair in a death grip.
Jack discretely looked away but his smile could not be stopped no matter how hard he had tried...which, granted...wasn't very hard.
Well...so much for Frank Cromwell's moral needing a boost.
"You like that, baby?" Cromwell arose...slowly and looked at the flushed, beautiful face of the woman, whose eyes were closed. He sought Jack O'Neill's eyes hastily.
The two men exchanged a look.
Jack frowned. He couldn't have read that one right.
"I have something you'll like just as much..." Cromwell grasped his cock in his hand and placed it to the opening of Emily's pink little hole. He lifted a stare to Jack O'Neill.
Jack studied the man for a long beat. They communicated instantly.
Jack...stepped back into the shadows and...folded his arms, leaning comfortably on the back wall.
Frank wanted an audience...it would make it better for the man. Jack understood.
In their younger days...they had usually made it a threesome...or foursome..whatever it took. Each man enjoying the activities more were they...shared. At one time, they had been inseparable. They thought alike...they reacted alike...they both hated ' the man'...and rules..
The very nature of the work they did...made it a necessity to trust and trust completely...that had fallen over into their sexual lives and seemed as natural as...well, breathing.
It had started with a drunken afternoon in Spain and....went from there.
And so now...Jack was not exactly an unwilling participant in the proceedings taking place across the area. He had not done this in forever but...he was missing Carter...even more so now that he was home and knew how it 'could' be between them...
He was frustrated as hell and...fuck it...he wanted to watch. It was that simple.
Frank Cromwell had sensed his friend's need but more so...he felt a need of his own.
He glanced downward... "That's nice, baby...real nice." He spread the tiny hole with his thumb and forefinger. He placed the tip of his shaft at the hot opening, feeling warmth. He watched as he pushed gently, and the large bulb of the head of his penis was swallowed by the incredibly tight tunnel.
He groaned brokenly and...closed his eyes to the sensations coarsing through his body.
He sank slowly...inch by inch...ignoring the slight stiffening of the woman's body...her soft grunts of discomfort. He opened his eyes, seeking...Jack O'Neill.
"Fuck!" He grated. "It feels so fucking good!"
Jack grinned. He bet it did. Jack could see the woman's breasts...what was not covered by Frank's large hands for he kneaded and squeezed them lovingly as he shoved farther into her.
One palm lay on the flat of her stomach...holding her from movement.
"Relax, angel...take it all in for me...shhhhhhh." Frank soothed expertly, his attention back on what was transpiring between Emily Taylor's legs. "Just a few inches more and...it's done. You can do this.."
Jack was thinking...put her legs on your shoulders, ass wipe...make it easier for her...
"Here, baby...this will help." Frank...put her legs upon his shoulders and Jack was afforded a much better view of...the proceedings. He had forgotten how fucking thick Frank Cromwell was.
That had to hurt a little. He winced inwardly for the woman but...she seemed pretty much ok with the situation if her constant moans and gasps were any indication.
"Shit that is fantastic to watch." Frank stated his opinion, taking his fingers on either side and spreading the woman's cunt as he pushed his entire length into her, his balls finally resting against the underside of that sweet ass. "AHHHHHHH...." The man...savored.
Jack smiled, for Frank's face allowed what he was feeling. And Jack's cock hardened in empathy. Not that it had not already been hard.
Frank began the ancient movements of love-making...slowly..pulling out of the woman a bit and sinking back in just as slowly...
Rub her clit you dumbass.. Jack frowned his concern...Frank knew better than that!
He made a motion and Frank looked up, having caught it.
Jack jabbed his finger at the man and Frank grinned.
"Here sweetness....let's get you a little wetter, hum?" He, personally, had liked the tightness of the semi-damp hole. But, if Jack wanted her wetter...what the hell. "Where is that special spot?" His thumb searched for it and....Emily whimpered and..lifted, shifting slightly. "Ohhh..passed it? There?"
She purred like a kitten and began to move her ass rapidly, swallowing his dick repeatedly.
Frank grinned and held her hips from movement. "I'm all for cumming, baby...but..not just yet. Let's play some more...what do you say?" He smacked her ass cheek smartly and the sound made Jack start...
As it had Emily. "OHHH!"
"You've been a bad little girl....Silar?" Cromwell smacked her ass again...harder. "You let him?" The next smack was a meaningful one... And Emily reached to rub the area...
"S-Stop!" She groaned, the stinging reprimand making her all gooey inside.
"Answer the question...you let him?" Frank's hand print was left with the next swat...and the woman withered between pain and pleasure...
"NO!" She told the truth. "N-NO...really! I....I d-didn't."
Frank massaged the area lovingly... "Well...that's good then...isn't it...want ME to fuck you?"
She...nodded obediently, her eyes soft and seductive and...sensual for the man.
"Yeah? Want it hard...we at that point?" Frank asked, already knowing the answer.
"I...I w-want..." The woman was blushing terribly and having trouble articulating...
"What?" The man moved forward, embedding his cock roughly into her. "That:...is that...what you want?"
Jack had to admire the man's tenacity if nothing else.
"OHHHHHH.....G-GOD!" Emily squirmed helplessly about. "FUCK YOU!"
"Ohhh..I'd rather fuck..." And Frank proceeded to show her... "YOU." He moved, thrusting heatedly into her cunt several, rapid...strong strokes...
Emily whined piteously but 'helped' the man as best she could...Frank was clearly in control here...not her.
"I like fucking you." The man stopped, however. Jack shook his head. Frank was upset with her...he was going to make her wait. He must be pissed at her...that Silar thing, Jack was guessing.
"Then fucking..do it!" She hissed....knocking his hand away from her breast...her temper coming to the fore.
Frank grinned down at her. "Want my cream that bad?"
"Eat shit and die..." She attempted to arise...shoving on his chest with her foot...which somehow had lost the sensible heels.
Frank's heart swelled...Emmy's favorite saying!
His hand knocked her foot off his shoulder and he grasped her hips, thrusting hard...embedding his dick to the hilt in one sure, confident stroke.
Emily whimpered her distress but settled instantly.
"I say when it's over...not you." The man stated with such simplicity it even surprised Jack.
"And..it's over...when my cum is running out of your cunt unto these nice clean sheets...we in agreement on that?"
Jack liked the man's style if not his crudeness.
"I....h-hate you!"
"Yeah well...you like my dick and that's all I'm concerned with for the moment...now..."
Frank glanced downward, reaching between their bodies. "Cum for me...I want to see it." He rubbed her clit, using her own juices to lubricate the area..
To Jack amazement...the woman cried out her release in seconds...and his dick expanded painfully. Fuck...Frank was good...he had learned a hell of a lot since Jack last watched the man fuck some woman.
Jack was kinda impressed.
"Gooooood giiiirl!" Frank kissed Emily lovingly. "Ummmm...that one got me all hot and bothered....gonna have to fuck you raw for that little stunt...I'm thinking. Ohh, baby...feel what that did for me."
Frank shifted uncomfortably. "Fuck, I want the hell out of you..."
Jack was feeling a little 'uncomfortable' as well. He usually was afforded the opportunity to manually stimulate himself while Frank did his thing...or the woman would suck him..
He was hurting. He eased his dick about in the suddenly too tight BDUs, rubbing it gently to relieve some of the built up stress. Shit..he needed to jack-off.
That wasn't going to happen in this instance. Even though Frank was willing to allow Jack to watch his love-making...Jack sensed..this woman was different than the others. Frank wasn't about to 'share' her.
The man was proud of her beauty and her sexual abilities...she was most responsive and very sexually oriented...but...that was as far as this one would go.
Jack 'got' that. No damned way would he allow any other man near Carter. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he could do what Frank was doing now...although...the very thought made the man want to cream in his pants.
Carter's breasts were fuller...larger than Emily Taylor's. The woman had lovely breasts, granted...but, Carters were...fuck! That was not the line of thought to be thinking right now.
"Got something for you, baby..." Cromwell interrupted Jack's thinking process, thank God. "Got it from Coletti a few days back...it was going to be a surprise for you but...didn't think with you being preg..." Frank caught himself in time and since he had been fucking the woman rather vigorously...she had not picked up on it. "....wait...let me get it...it's in my jacket..."
"NO!" She grasped his hand when he would have so callously removed his penis from her vaginal area without even a by-your-leave. "DON'T GO!"
"Hell...as if I could..." He chuckled. "No chance of that, little cunt. Hang on..." He stretched and was able to reach his jacket hung on the end of the bed rail...he fished in the pockets and... "Here it is..." He smiled happily and opened the package of foil.
"I...I don't like...those."
"Not a condom baby...you know I only do 'bareback'" Frank scolded. "Feel....this." He took his finger, having squeezed quite a bit of....whatever substance the foil held, unto the tip, then he eased out a tad and rubbed his dick with the ....stuff... He pulled completely out of her and Emily groaned her loss but Frank had put quite a bit on his tip and into his slit...and then...
"Just wait, angel." The man slid his cock back into it's nice, steamy home. "Ohhh, fucking yeah!" He grinned his contentment.
Jack knew what the 'substance' was and shook his head slightly for Cromwell's antics. Not that he had not used it before...he had. Hell...he didn't know any man on base that didn't.
In seconds the woman was like another person...she was all over Frank...kissing...touching..fondling...pumping her ass rhymatically upon his stiffness....
"Ohhh yeah, baby...shit!" Frank encouraged and this time....he was fucking her back...hard...rough...holding her ass cheeks and pushing them non-too-gently into his thrusts.
Jack watched and....massaged his penis with an absent hand. His mind on what he was watching but his body dictating what he must do.... He unzipped his front and reached inside, grasping his rock-hard dick.
"Fuck me...." Frank commanded, his tone coarse...raspy...his breathing labored...his body coiled with tension. "Faster, bitch...move that little cunt...make me cum..."
Jack watched the woman's breasts bob freely, the sight most erotic...she had a nice ass...and a beautiful cunt...and her hair was long and almost reaching Frank's hand that was in the middle of her back...the other hand was...occupied with ass-cheek..
Jack pumped his rigidness slowly, his eyes lit with an inner fire...
"G-God!" Cromwell whispered his awe...clearly nearing the apex of his arousal..."Fuck, Emmy...Jesus...I am sooooo going to cum!"
The woman worked feverishly on making that statement a reality, her pussy swallowing Frank's dick repeatedly... "YES!" She pleaded. "Please...hurry! HURRY!"
Frank took orders well....he stiffened, cursing an expletive and...proceeded to fill the little cunt full of warm, white cream... He cried out as the cum erupted from his body into hers...allowing the ecstasy to consume him...mind, body and soul.
Jack closed his eyes and stifled a grunt of...completion as his own fluid shot explosively from his cock...the one he had been pumping rapidly now for some few seconds...
He...slowed his hand's movements and...allowed his body to return to normal...it took a few moments.
He opened his eyes and...Frank was kissing the woman in open affection.
"Awww, baby...that was a good one...." He nuzzled her breast lovingly... "Sooo...fucking....good!" His tone washed over Emily Taylor like a soothing balm... "You're the best cunt I've ever had..." He told the truth.
Jack put his instrument away...he glanced downward.... Shit...he had messed the floor. Janet 'Napoleon' Frasier would have a fucking field day....how was he going to clean it and not be seen by the woman...
He sought Frank Cromwell who was holding the woman in his arms and massaging her back and shoulders and...grinning for Jack's predicament...
Jack sought something...anything... He saw a box of tissue...grasped it quietly and...bent...
"I fucking love you...you know that, right?" Frank needed to reassure the woman but he also needed to cover any noise Jack might inadvertently make in his 'clean-up' detail. "You were perfection...I am wiped, baby...can we sleep now?"
"....I....I can't stay here!" Emily lifted startled eyes...
"Why not?" Frank gently moved some tendrils from her face. "What else could happen to you...that hasn't already." He smiled...slowly down at her... "Except...it might happen again."
"No...I mean...people will come...tomorrow and ...find..." She was getting flustered again.
Jack eased from his place of concealment and...managed to nod to Cromwell on his way out the door of the Infirmary...that had remained open the entire time.
Cromwell was not shy by nature.
"I..I have to go. Really."
"I don't want you to go...what if I promise to behave?"
She tightened her pretty mouth. "AS IF...No...I mean it...I can't be found here...I just...can't!"
"Ok..." Frank nodded he understood... "But...can you just lay with me until I go to sleep?...like I said.. Been one hell of a day and...feeling you close...in my arms. Hey...I'll be out in a few minutes. I swear." He lied all too easily.
"...well..." She did not want to go...after all. And...no one ever came here after nine if there was no one 'in house'...to look in on. "I...I guess a ...few minutes won't...hurt then."
"There's my angel." Frank moved into bed beside her, spooning his body to hers. "Ummmmm...this feels wonderful!" His arms encircled her and he snuggled into her form... "You're so warm." He reached, pulling the covers about them...tucking her in.
"I...I should really take a shower." she tried to work her panties back up..to no avail.
"Feel free...just give me a few and...you can take one before you go...k?" He had closed his eyes and was already half-way asleep, you could hear it in his voice. His hand had went between her legs, preventing her panties any further advancement.
She could do that, she supposed.
Frank smiled. Yeah...like a shower was what she needed. What she 'needed' was to be fucked again and this time...like he meant it...with no hurrying through the festivities...he had been a little...anxious.. He would make it up to her...in an hour or so...
The man just needed a little 'down' time.
She wasn't going anywhere...
Not for a goodly while yet.
A/N: As you may have already guessed, this was written for another author challenge.... We had so much fun back in the day :)