Phone Sex - Stargate SG-1 - Jack O'Neill x OFC

Jack was feeling bored. Having to do the graveyard shift on SGC was always a pain, especially when he couldn't go off-world. Sitting in his office, he had started taking care of the backlogged reports he hadn't got around to finish before, but he couldn't focus on them for long. His mind kept wandering back to a certain someone, who would be getting ready for bed, back at his place.

He picked up the phone, and for a moment he hesitated, but dialed her number anyway knowing she would pick up no matter what. She picked up after the second ring, immediately asking him if everything was okay. Jack couldn't help but smile at her concern. That's just how Beatrice was, always worried about the people she loved.

Jack told her everything was fine, that he was just bored and decided to call to see what she was doing. He could hear the smile of relief when she answered that she was laying in bed watching tv and thinking about him. He told her he had been thinking of her all day and couldn't wait to get home to her.

Beatrice hadn't seen Jack all day. When she left that morning, he hadn't gotten home yet, and by the time she arrived late afternoon, he had already left. This was something that always happened when he would be on the graveyard shift and she was okay with that. It was part of being with a military man. Still, that didn't stop her from missing him, especially at night when she would go to bed alone.

A thought crossed her mind. What about pushing the boundaries a little? Between his missions and the graveyard shift, it had been a week since they slept in the same bed together. She missed him in more ways than one and she wasn't going to waste a perfect opportunity to do something a little outside of their comfort zone. She just hoped Jack would be up to it as well.

Beatrice asked him if he was up to a little middle of the night fun. She could tell he was confused by the question, but when she told him what she was wearing, a little negligée that open at the front exposing her stomach and bottom of her breasts, he immediately knew what was on her mind and answered a very adamant yes.

Jack wasn't expecting that, but, hell, he was all alone, his door was locked, and he knew he wouldn't be interrupted unless an emergency came in. He missed feeling her body under him, moving with him, hearing her moan his name. So yes, he was very interested in a little middle of the night fun.

Getting comfortable in his chair, Jack unzipped his pants and lowered his boxers just enough that he could hold his cock in his hand. All the while he told Beatrice how he was taking her negligée off, rubbing his fingers through the middle of her breasts and kissing her neck. He started pumping his cock slowly, his eyes closed, imagining her.

Beatrice put her phone on speaker and did exactly what Jack had just said to her, closing her eyes and imagining it was his hands on her body instead of her own. It was her turn, telling him she would strip him down and get down on her knees in front of him. Grabbing his cock with one hand, she would start to pump it slowly, while with the other she would caress his balls. Meanwhile her hands were all over her body, avoiding key points so not to speed things up too much.

Jack groan at the image, slowly pumping his cock just as she would and caressing his balls as well, his phone now perched on his shoulder. Jack told her how he would massage one breast and pinch its nipple with one hand, while sucking the other. He could hear Beatrice breath quickening and the sound made his already hard cock twitch.

Beatrice massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her even wetter than she already was. Her breath quickened when she heard Jack's raspy voice talking, and she could tell he was just as turned on as she was. She told him how she would lick the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum and how she would take his cock in her mouth, inch by inch, until he would touch the back of her throat and then pull him out, only to do it again nice and slowly.

Jack let out a soft moan at Beatrice's word. Pumping his cock along with her words and seeing the image in his mind, he was going crazy. His voice came out a lot raspier than he intended but he couldn't stop now. He told her that he would take her to the bed, spread her legs and rub her center, before placing two fingers inside her and fuck her until she came on his fingers. Once she would come, he would lick his fingers so he could taste her before sticking his face in her pussy and eat it out like a starved man.

Beatrice let her hand slid down her body with his words, caressing her center just like Jack would before placing two fingers inside of herself and started pumping. She could feel the tell-tale signs of her orgasm coming and allowed herself to moan Jack's name as loud as she could, wanting him to know it was him that was giving her that much pleasure. When she finally hit her peak, she let out a long moan and her breath caught in her throat when she realized it wasn't over yet.

She kept rubbing herself, while telling Jack how she would push him away from her just so she could throw him on the bed and straddle him. She would then rub herself on him first, before grabbing his cock and slid it inside of her. She would then move, slowly at first, but picking up speed with each thrust. His hands would be on her breasts and she would be ridding him until he couldn't take it anymore and they would come together. While telling Jack all this, Beatrice kept rubbing herself, faster and faster as she spoke, and her words would be mixed with her moans and pleas for Jack to make her come.

Jack was close. Between hearing her talk like that, the images that were running wild through his head, as well as her moans and pleas, it was all pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He couldn't stop himself. Letting out moans and pleas of his own, he kept telling Beatrice how good she felt and how much he loved fucking her tight pussy.

As he was getting closer, Jack told Beatrice to come with him, that he was close. Beatrice almost didn't have time to answer back, given how close she was herself. A few more thrusts on each part, mixed with their moans, and it was enough for them both to come.

The only sound coming over the line was their heavy breathing. They were both settled and sleep was starting to pull them under. Jack shook his head to clear the sleep from his mind and asked Beatrice if she was okay. Her answer was a very spent yes. He knew she needed sleep.

Telling her he loved her and to get some sleep, Jack heard her replying that they needed to do that again. He smiled and said that they absolutely would be doing it again. She told him she loved him, and she would see him in the morning. Jack agreed and they hung up the call.

Jack now knew exactly what he would be doing on his day off. Beatrice didn't know what was coming her way, but he knew she wouldn't mind it one bit.