SOT-Private Moments

Disclaimer: All characters of StarGate and StarGate Atlantis belong to their respective writers and MGM. This is a work of fan fiction. I just want to play with them for awhile.

Copyright 2009 awakethepassion

Voyeur

John Sheppard was pleased to see that his naughty girl had finally come home to him. For three days she had been away from him, gone to take some training at the SGC with some of her colleagues. Elizabeth had even threatened to throw him out of the control room because he'd spent most of his time that morning pacing and waiting on her return. Too bad for her that he'd refused to leave.

The minute his Suzie Q had stepped back through the 'Gate, he'd been waiting for her and after a sweet kiss and hug hello just to make it look good in front of the others, he'd told her to go to their quarters, strip and be ready and waiting for him on the bed. But just like he'd expected her to do, she was still dressed and standing on the balcony looking out at the moonlight on the ocean.

Quietly, he slipped into their bedroom and shed his uniform and boots. Pulling on a silky robe, he moved up behind her and stood there for a few minutes, knowing that she knew he was behind her.

"Hello, husband…." She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened when she saw what he was wearing. "Or should I say Mr. Hefner?" She smiled and her laugh was low and husky as she tilted her head slightly. "Did you miss me?"

"Welcome back, wife. And yes, I missed you." John moved against her back, sliding his hands around her and up her waist until his hands were cupping her full breasts. He massaged his palms over her nipples until she moaned and pushed back against him. "Did my pretty bunny enjoy her little vacation away from me?"

"It wasn't exactly a vacation and it wasn't that exciting." She rested her head against his shoulder and rubbed against him, riding his cock through the robe. "I was stuck in a classroom most of the time."

"Did you learn anything?" He brushed her hair back and nuzzled her neck, sucking at that soft spot behind her ear until she shivered and rubbed her bottom against him harder. "I don't know why I'm asking because you certainly haven't learned to take orders."

"Oh, I know how to take orders, sweetheart. Just not yours." He could almost hear the smile in her voice. "But there was one extra class I took that was very interesting. Why don't I tell you about it?"

She turned around and started to wrap her arms around his neck but he grabbed her wrists to stop her. "No. You can tell me later. Right now I want to show you how much I missed you."

"John-" She fingered the silky robe he was wearing. "Mmm…I think that I really like this." She tugged at it, opening it more so that she could scratch her fingers through the hair on his chest. "But I know that I'll love it if you take it off."

"Shh…you'll get your wish but only if you earn it." She started to protest and he laid a finger across her lips to hush her. "Stop now, Doctor Sheppard and just do what I say." He stepped back just a little and pushed her hands down.

"Put your hands on the rail, don't let go until I say that you can and no talking unless I give you permission…" He stroked the back of his hand across her cheek and leaned down to trace his tongue over her mouth, not kissing her but tasting her. "But you can moan all you want to."

He trailed his fingers down the slim column of her throat, his thumb pressing lightly over the pulse point until she sighed. Her heart was racing and he heard the little catch in her throat when he slowly started to unbutton her shirt. Taking his time, he undid each button and then slid it off her shoulders before he turned his attention to the lace and satin of the sexy bra she was wearing.

He rained feather light kisses over her neck and shoulders, and then dipping his head he slid his rough tongue over the valley between her breasts. He felt her tremble as he pressed his warm hands against her sides, supporting her while he sucked at her through the thin fabric. Taking his time, he undid the little front clip with his teeth then tugged the straps off her shoulders so that her heavy breasts filled his hands.

He stroked his thumbs over her, keeping up his licking and sucking and then nipping at her with his sharp teeth. He knew that he was driving her insane and that only made him go slower. The wind brushed over him, pushing back the edges of the silky robe he was wearing and he heard her gasp at the sight of his cock standing hard and proud and hungry for her. He watched her fingers clench, the knuckles turning white as she fought back the urge to touch him and it made him laugh.

He could smell her want as he dropped to his knees. Letting go of her breasts, he teased his fingers around the waist band of her skirt and then undid the zipper. Slowly, he shimmied the material down over her hips, sliding his tongue over her exposed skin bit by agonizing bit. He nuzzled his head between her thighs, his teeth tugging at the lace edges of her thong as he pulled the skirt down over her legs so that she could step out of it.

Tossing it away from him, he ordered her to open her legs. She obeyed him and he lapped at her through the cotton then he sank his teeth into it curled his fingers into the thin straps. She gasped and started to squirm when he yanked it tight so that the material bunched between her swollen, wet lips. He tugged at it, sliding it back and forth over her clit while he licked his tongue over her until she moaned and pushed her hips closer to his hungry mouth. With a sharp yank, he tore the thing off of her. He pressed the cloth to his nose, inhaling her warm, sweet scent and then balling the scrap up in his hand, he tossed it over the railing where it fluttered away in the wind.

Suddenly, she went still and he felt her fingers curling into his hair. Pressing a wet kiss to the top of her slit, he looked up at her. She wasn't saying a word; hell…she was too wound up to say anything but she was motioning with her eyes.

Keeping his hands on her hips, he rubbed his cheek across her soft, shaved mound and keeping his eyes hooded, looked up through his lashes.

Woolsey was standing on the balcony across the way, watching them.

"We've got an audience, Suzie Q." He purred as he tickled his fingers over her wet folds. A wicked smile crossed his mouth and he dipped his tongue into her before he looked back up at her. "Do you want me to stop?"

He felt the muscles in her belly tighten when he slid his tongue over her and she answered by raking her fingers through his hair and cupping the back of his head. She pulled his mouth tighter against her and then let out a soft cry when he tugged at her clit and sucked at her hard.

"Naughty girl, you let go of the rail before I gave you permission…" He slid a finger into her slick channel and then another, fucking her hard with his hand until she let out a wail. "You know that I'm going to have to punish you for disobeying me again, don't you?"

Her fingers raked over him and he grabbed her hand. Rising up, he towered over her, making himself a demanding force that wasn't going to be denied. He made her turn around and bend over. Making her keep one hand on the rail, he forced her free hand between her thighs and made her hold it there so that her fingers pressed hard against her clit. He bent her over the rail so that her breasts were against the cold metal and her ass titled up, inviting him to take her.

But he wasn't ready for that yet. If Woolsey was going to stand there and watch them, then they were going to give him a demonstration that the little bastard wouldn't soon forget. He leaned over her, scraping his skin over hers. "Do you want to give Woolsey a show?"

She pushed back against him and her soft grunt was answer enough for him.

"That's my, Suzie Q. Now open yourself for me." He pulled her hair away from her neck and nipped at her, sinking his teeth harder into her soft skin until she moaned and did what he demanded. "Good girl. That's it." He said in a gruff voice. "Now don't move."

He went down on his knees again and licked the moisture from between her legs. He felt her insides clench as he eased his fingers out of her only to press them hard against her tight puckered hole.

He blew a gentle breath across her hot skin and she shivered, wiggling her bottom against his hand. He pushed forward, sliding his finger in until he was buried knuckle deep inside her. He moved his finger back and forth, teasing her and he felt the little ball of nerves quiver under his touch.

"Moan for me." He commanded. "I want to hear my Slave begging for my touch." When she didn't answer, he ran his free hand over the cheeks of her ass and then he slapped her hard until she whimpered. "Louder!" He slapped her again and when her moaning grew to a fever pitch he slid his finger out of her and spread her thighs wide with his shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around her hips, jerking her back until her pussy was over his mouth. He buried his face into her soft folds, snaking his tongue into her until the muscles of her thighs clenched and she was thrusting her hips back. She rode his tongue and then he pulled out of her and closed his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking her into his mouth with so much force that she screamed from the pleasure.

He felt her sweet fluid rush down his chin and he drew back to lap at her cream hungrily. Then before she stopped shaking, he got to his feet and wrapped his hand around his aching cock. He thrust the head between her thighs, slapping his length against her swollen lips. She arched her back and pressed against him like a cat in heat. He rubbed the blood filled head over her throbbing clit and then he pulled back and thrust into her. She shivered as the cool metal of his cock ring rubbed against her and then she was rocking back against him.

She begged him to take her harder, faster…pleading with him for more of his rough handling. The silk of his robe brushed over her thighs as he pounded into her and when his climax hit him, he threw back his head and howled as he came inside her. He was filling her and he felt the stuff running out of her and coating his thighs. Still he kept thrusting into her until she clamped down on him and her body shook with the force of her own orgasm.

Still locked with her, he collapsed across her back. Sliding his hands under her, he wrapped his own hands around the rail and supported her weight until she stopped trembling. Resting his head against the soft skin between her shoulders, he allowed himself a quick look up.

Woolsey was still there. Fucking pervert.

For a moment their gazes locked and then Woolsey turned and stepped back into his own quarters, closing the sliding glass door behind him.