Chapter 20: Jack's Office
Jack was feeling a bit fidgety when he returned to his office after lunch. He had felt great all day. He had even visited all the labs without baiting or taunting any of the scientists. His visit with Lieutenant Hailey had been particularly productive. He even gave SSgt Zamora a smile as he breezed past her desk to his office.
Jack had been sitting behind his desk daydreaming when Sam breezed into his office with a proprietary air. She gave him a dazzling smile before scanning his office in minute detail. She seemed to be analyzing it like one of her alien devices.
"I like it," Sam said, as a greeting.
Jack quirked an eyebrow, "What?"
Sam turned back to him and gave him a predatory smile, "Your office." She closed the door behind her and flipped the lock, then worked her way over to the back corner.
"Ah," he replied. Jack was more than a bit confused now. So he stood up and wandered over to the corner to see what was so interesting about his trash.
Sam pushed him aside, moved his trash can, and then pushed his chair into the corner before turning back to him. "I especially like this corner."
"I noticed. Any particular reason?" Jack asked.
Sam didn't reply. She just maneuvered him into his chair and grinned, obviously happy with the result. "Much better," she said more to herself than to him.
"Right," Jack replied. "But now I can't reach my desk."
"You won't need your desk," Sam stated with conviction and then started to strip off her boots.
Finally, getting a clue, Jack replied, "Of course not." Jack started to undress only to be stopped by Sam.
"Don't. I want to unwrap my present myself," Sam said in a sultry tone.
"Well, who am I to deprive a lady of her pleasures," Jack returned smirking. He leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, as he watched her finish undressing.
Sam's eyes flashed as she slowly stood him up and peeled his clothes off, one piece at a time, kissing and nipping at his skin as it was revealed. His hands didn't stay idle, touching and caressing her bare skin as she allowed while taking her time with his clothes. Not that he was complaining.
Once Sam had him naked, she pushed Jack back down into his chair and knelt in front of him. He watched in anticipation as she bent forward and slowly took his dick in her mouth.
Jack could only call what she did next as making love to his dick. Sam gently licked and sucked at the head paying special attention to the small piercing. She nuzzled his crotch and laved the whole area. She even paid careful attention to each of his balls. He didn't think he had ever been as hard in his life. And just when he didn't think he could handle her slow loving touch one more minute, she moved.
But Jack's protest died on his lips as Sam climbed into his lap and impaled herself on his dick. Still moving slowly, she rose and fell on his dick, fucking him oh so slowly. He forced himself to stick to her pace. It was killing him, but it felt so good as well. And he had the added benefit of having her breasts in range of his hungry mouth. So feast he did. He was obsessed with the small rings in her nipples. He couldn't keep his mouth away as he tasted the metal and her sweet flesh. And when he tugged on one of the rings with his teeth, she responded with a deep moan and clenched around his cock. So he did it again and again until she was trembling with the need to come. She was so close and he was more than ready to finish her sweet torture.
Jack slid his hands down to her hips and took control. He slammed Sam onto his cock hard and fast, never letting the nipple ring free of his teeth. He was so close. He just needed…
Sam came hard. She bit her lip in an effort to silence her cries and that was all Jack needed to push him over the edge. He released her nipple ring and slammed into her a few more times before he was spent.
Sam went limp in his arms, draping herself over him, panting with the need for air. Jack could relate as he sucked in a lungful of air.
Finally able to breathe, Jack broke the silence, "You're right. This corner is perfect."
Jack felt her giggle as Sam's pussy clenched around his soft dick, which made his dick twitch, liking the attention, which made her clench voluntarily… "Okay, if we don't stop, you won't make it to the gateroom on time," Jack stated and his hands went to life her off of him.
Sam, unrepentant, clenched again, "…and that would be a bad thing?"
"Not necessarily… but you know how impatient Walter gets," Jack replied as she finally stood up.
Sam giggled and grabbed the tissues and tossed him a handful. "Yes, we don't want to disappoint Walter," she replied coyly.
Once dressed, Jack was at a loss. He didn't want her to leave, not yet. "So…"
Sam also seemed reluctant and instead of leaving, settled into the guest chair. "Yes?" she replied.
"I… um… wanted to wish you luck… You know. First mission as the team leader and all," Jack started nervously. Had talking to her always been this awkward?
"Thank you. To tell you the truth, I'm just a bit nervous," Sam replied casually.
"Whatever for?" Jack asked, genuinely surprised. "This isn't your first mission in command." He moved around the desk to take the other guest chair, next to Sam.
Sam smiled and then looked at her fidgety hands, "No… but it is the first time that command wasn't temporary. I… I don't know," she whispered uncertainly.
Jack smiled. He found her self-doubt endearing, "You'll be fine."
"You sure?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"Absolutely," Jack stated. How could she not be? She was the best and brightest the Air Force had to offer. He was slightly in awe of how easily she had handled the most difficult tasks over these past years. He couldn't show her how impressed he had been before, but now… Now he didn't know how.
Jack gently picked up one of her hands. He gave her hand his full attention, gently caressing each digit, trying to work up the courage to tell her how amazing she truly was. "I... Are you really okay with going back to that place?" he finally asked, chickening out. He mentally slapped himself upside the head. What the hell was that?
Sam laughed, "Not really. But I'm pretty sure I can get through this mission without trying to shoot the bitch," she replied honestly.
Jack smirked, "Well... see... I don't think I could be that charitable." He knew he couldn't. He tended to hold on to grudges like a miser holds onto gold. But that just proved, yet again, how Sam was so much better than him.
They sat in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes. Simply enjoying each other's company. Jack continued to caress her hand, tracing the faint scars and calluses, contemplating all that he had seen those hand accomplish.
"I've always been fascinated by your hands," Jack said, finally breaking the silence.
"Really?" Sam asked quietly.
"Yeah," Jack answered. "So delicate, and yet so deadly. Strong and gentle. Capable of creation and destruction in equal measures. They amaze me," he said, feeling like a huge sap. He was afraid to look at her; sure he would see her laughing at him. It took all his self-control to stay where he was, still holding her hand.
Sam gently turned his face to hers with her free hand, "Jack O'Neill that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." Jack was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered as she leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss.
"You're welcome," Jack replied with a wry grin as Sam laced her fingers with his.
Sam reluctantly stood up watching Jack give her captive hand a gentle kiss, "I should probably go change."
"Yeah," Jack sighed, still not relinquishing her hand. "I'll... I'll see you when you get back?" he questioned more than stated. He really didn't want her to leave.
Sam leaned in and kissed his forehead, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." She reluctantly withdrew her hand and gave his face one final caress before leaving his office.
Jack decided that the sound of the door closing was absolutely the most depressing sound he had ever heard. He continued to sit for a few minutes, looking around his office from this new angle. Eventually, his eye came to rest on his desk chair, still pressed up against the back corner and he smiled. While he had been distracted by Sam, she had calculated the camera angle and found the one blind spot in his office; the little back corner his chair was in.
Jack immediately felt better. He would miss her while Sam was off-world, but she had made sure that his office was place with at least one fond memory. He could wait. Hell, he would wait forever if need be.
"Yup, I like this office too," Jack whispered to himself. He finally levered himself up and wandered down to the control room to see his old team off.
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