Title: Heist, part 3
Summary: John Sheppard may be a con-man but he doesn't like people touching what is his.
Characters: John, Elizabeth, Teyla, Rodney & Ronon
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir, Sheppard/Teyla, Sheppard/Teyla/Weir
Rating: NC-17
WARNINGS: This is pure unadulterated PORN. It is a threesome story with Sheppard/Weir at the start.
Notes: For Camy's birthday but I don't know that she'll like it. But this is a set up to the next round of sex.

John watched Elizabeth as she dozed lightly on the bed, her hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo and John smiled. She was a beautiful woman and lying in the bed, rumpled and tousled from sex, she was very appealing to his insatiable hunger. He shifted slightly in the arm chair as his body responded to the memory of her bobbing up and down above him, head tossed back in ecstasy. He licked his lips as he eyed his growing erection and fought the urge to wake her up by sliding into her; there was no time for that.

Later. And with Teyla.

He glanced at his watch and flicked his gaze to the camera hidden in the frame of the large copy of some Da Vinci work John knew he should know and willed the service phone to ring.

The plan was risky, never mind if it was carried out even a minute past schedule; the casino was run like clockwork and John's plan had to follow suit. He checked the time again on his Tag Heur watch and figured he'd best get dressed.

As he pulled his shirt up his arms Elizabeth stirred on the bed and smiled lazily up at him as she stretched her arms above her head.

"You look so sexy like that," she murmured as she crawled to the edge of the bed and tugged him by his hips to the bed. He felt his already hard erection twitch as her breath swam over the lowest point of his abdomen.

"Like what?" He asked as his hands fell to her curled hair, guiding her as her lips descended his torso in a fiery trail.

"In boxers and a shirt." She slid her hand into his boxers and John closed his eyes and groaned as she stroked his hard cock. "Or just a shirt," she murmured as she slid his boxers down his legs. He hissed as her tongue flicked over him and he thrust his hips gently as she lowered her mouth over him.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, holding her head lightly, trying to reign in the urge to fuck her mouth. Behind him, he heard the incessant ringing of his mobile phone and he wished for once the guys would fuck off and leave him alone. The phone kept ringing. Reluctantly – and against Elizabeth's protests – he pulled back from her and reached for his phone. "Sheppard," he barked into the receiver, knowing Rodney's tone would be no less gentle.

"It's time."

John groaned when he felt her lips close over his cock again and he thrust up into her as he listened to Rodney. She urged him to the chair with her hands and he went willingly, folding into the armchair he'd only minutes before vacated. She sucked him for a few more moments as Rodney continued badgering Sheppard down the phone, pausing only when John groaned as Elizabeth sunk down onto his hard cock.

"You're fucking her right now, aren't you?"

"Yes," John growled as he thrust up into her welcoming wetness, making her moan with pleasure, thrusting her breasts into his face, guiding his mouth to her nipple. He bit down and she screeched lightly, undulating fiercely against him and he met her moans with his own.

"We don't have time for this!" John grunted in response and Rodney sighed. "Make it quick."

He dropped the phone as he stood, pushing her roughly off his body, even as his fingers found her nipples. She pouted but he backed her up against the arm of the sofa, spinning her so his cock slid against her buttocks. He used his hands to bend her over, letting her moans of pleasure at his roughness ripple through him. He urged her legs further apart with his knees and she spread open before him, gripping his cock in her hand trying to guide him to her core. He slid into her easily, quickly and they both moaned at the feel of him inside of her. He wasted not a moment as he drew back, pounding into her over and over and over again, revelling in her squeals of pleasure.

"Oh!" John froze at the sound but did not turn. He could feel his cock relax slightly, even as Elizabeth's wall continued to fluctuate around him. "I will go."

Elizabeth looked over to the door, her appearance wild and shook her head, thrusting unconsciously back against John's cock.

"You can stay," she told Teyla, her voice rough with arousal. "If you want." John felt his cock twitch and harden and he cast a fleeting nod in the direction of the door. Teyla stepped in and slid the door shut behind her, her eyes never leaving John's. His hips flexed involuntarily at the sight of the hunger in her eyes and he snarled, digging his fingers into Elizabeth's hips. "Sit, watch," Elizabeth commanded when Teyla didn't move.

John thrust wildly into her, once, twice and Elizabeth moaned. John glanced over to Teyla and saw her eyes riveted to where John's cock was firmly imbedded in Elizabeth, her fingers stroking over her centre in a move he was sure she was unconscious of. His cock tightened at that.

"Can..." Teyla's voice faltered and John looked over to her, wishing suddenly that she had not seen this. "Can I join in?"

John groaned loudly in response and Elizabeth nodded. As Teyla walked over to them, shedding layers as she moved, John couldn't take his eyes from her. When she touched him, urging his cock from inside of Elizabeth, he smiled down at her gently. She dropped to her knees before him, licking the length of his cock, groaning at the taste of another woman there, John's knees gave way and he almost joined her on the floor.

As the two women ushered him to the bed, Teyla straddling his cock, Elizabeth straddling his face, he cast a fleeting thought to Rodney, to Ronon, to the hidden camera in the frame.

They'd have to wait another hour.