Author's note: Thanks everyone for the glowing reviews. This chapter turned out a lot...dirtier than I intended. The muse kinda jumped me and took over, so be warned. Pretty sure I was blushing while writing it. Let me know what you think.
Once we're inside I discover what had taken him so long his last trip inside. There's a fire crackling in the fireplace, and nice comfy blanket laid out in front of it. The cabin has Jack O'Neill stamped all over it. The couch and armchair are well loved, but not worn. The rest of the furniture a deep mahogany. The appliances are more up to date than I would have expected, except for what appears to be an old stove top espresso maker. I'm not terribly surprised though, both Jack and I have always preferred bold coffee to Daniel's high caffeine battery acid. There are a few more lilies placed throughout the common room. I pick one off the side table, twirling it in my fingers, while I take in the cabin around me. "They ah, symbolize female courage. I thought they were appropriate for you." He leans down behind me, so he's speaking directly into my ear, giving me goosebumps.
He moves further in to drop his armful in the kitchen, coming back to relieve me of mine. He slides his sweatshirt off over his head, laying it over the back of the couch. The cabin's not huge, two doors visible down a short hallway which I assume to be the bedrooms, with a bathroom directly across. It's all hard wood, with a couple of throw rugs. All around it's cozy and masculine, permeating a smell I have always associated with the man before me. I notice our bags on the ground in between the two bedroom doors and he must sense my coming question.
"I uh, I didn't want to be presumptuous." I turn in his arms to face him.
"Although I appreciate the thought...it was very sweet of you, there is no way I am wasting another night with you not getting naked. And although I am in no way complaining, and would even go as far as to say I would like a repeat performance, the flowers and wine and romantic gestures aren't necessary either. I think it's safe to say we've seen each other at our worst. The wooing kinda happened by accident already." I use our hands that are still linked together to yank him forward into my arms, and before long we are a tangle of tongues and limbs.
His hands slide down to grab my ass, hoisting one leg up around a hip. A groan rips it's way out of his chest as my pelvis grinds into his, sending an electrifying sizzle up my spine. Oh dear god I have never wanted anyone this badly. He seems to realize where this is quickly headed and manages to find the willpower to push me away. I'm about to protest but he doesn't go far. He settles down onto the blanket in front of the fire holding out a hand for me to join him.
He shift us so I'm on my back, him leaning over me on his side. He runs a hand back through my hair coming to rest on the back of my neck. I'm a little embarrassed to admit I'm a little short of breath, my heart beating erratically against my rib cage. I try to leverage his mouth back down to mine, but he is having none of it. He seems quite content to take his time, smirking at my impatience. "Relax Carter, we've got..."He checks his watch."About 38 hours or so till the guys show up. Plenty of time to take this slowly." I let out a groan of frustration at that. I don't know how he is so controlled. He is not exactly known for his patience and I can't help but point that out. "Hey now. I can be patient when it matters." He's slowly trailing a hand up and down my side, purposely straying from everywhere I want that hand to be.
"Okay, have you been taken over by an alien entity. You are such a sap. What have you done with my Colonel?" He pins both of my meandering hands above my head with one of his hands grinning evilly at me. He leans forward and nips at my collarbone once, teasing again. "Yours eh? I think I like the sound of that. And me? What about you? Where is the control freak I've been working with for years? For the record I am sooo not complaining."
Smug bastard. I decide it's about time the control freak in me reappears. I arch my back, pressing my chest into his and use his momentary distraction to gain some he's registered what's happening I have him pinned beneath me. I shuffle a bit so his arms are pinned at his sides by my thighs, leaving him little room for movement or leverage. He could get out of it if he wanted to, but by the sparkle in his eye, I'd say he is quite enjoying me taking control. I grind down against his erection, forcing the smile from his face and a grunt out of his lungs. "Jesus Carter." He hisses at me, the vein at the side of his neck standing out with effort of not taking control back from me.
"Something wrong Sir?" I know I will pay for that, but for the moment he lets me have it. I pull his sweater up and off my head, tossing it onto the couch. He halfheartedly tries to squirm a hand free and I press my leg in tighter, making it clear I'm not quite done. I grind down again, just to remind him who's in charge here. His hips buck against me, seemingly without his control, and he squeezes his eyes closed. I start on the buttons of my shirt while he's distracted, leaning to the side to add it to the sweatshirt. When I turn back he is staring at me intently, his eyes near black they are so dilated.
Jack
"Christ that's hot." The bra she is wearing is all red lace and black satin, and I really hope that she never wears this to work. i'm going to have enough trouble concentrating after this without knowing she is wearing incredible hot lingerie under her BDU's. My hands are still pinned at my side, and part of me REALLY wants to flip her and take back control. But an even larger part of me has always loved strong women, and I want to see where she's going with this. She gives me a quirk of her lips at my complement and slides her knees a little farther down my hips so she can brace herself on one arm. She slowly starts to unbutton my plaid shirt, kissing every inch she reveals. Eventually she's far enough down that she either needs to stop or release my hands from where they are still pinned. She glances back up at my face and I give her a quick nod to show that I understand. I will keep my hands where they are until she says otherwise...or at least until my control completely snaps.
She pauses to pop the last three buttons, encouraging me to lift up so she can shove it down my shoulders. Instead of removing it though she bunches it under my hips, so my hands are pinned at my sides again. She takes a moment to admire her handiwork, and I can tell she is rather enjoying having me at her mercy. After years of following my orders I can't really blame her, I'm not always the easiest person to get along with, and yet somehow she's here anyway. God, she's right I am turning into a sap.
She leans forward, resting again on an elbow next to my head. She must be testing my conviction to lie still for her, because she pauses, her breasts about two inches from my face. I can just make out the edge of a nipple peeking out of the cup of her bra. I lick my lips, but manage to keep my hands where she left them. man, I wouldn't even have to move my head. I could so totally reach that nipple if I just flicked out my tongue a couple inches. I figure there will be plenty of time for that next time. For now, she is in control, and I'm learning very quickly that I have no hope in hell of ever refusing this woman anything. She smirks at my submission, and if I wasn't enjoying this so much I would certainly make her pay. She finally moves away, sliding back down to pull a nipple into her mouth, nipping roughly.
She trails the wet tip of her tongue down the line of hair bisecting my abdomen and slides it just under the waistband of my jeans. I can't help the hiss that escapes as she seals her mouth around the flesh of my belly applying suction, marking me as hers. I like the sounds of that, me being hers. I almost blow when she slides my fly down, pressing again me with her knuckle all the way down, grinning at me as I tense trying to maintain control. She grabs hold of both my jeans and briefs, grunting at me to lift up, and in one smooth move of hers I am bare ass naked before her apart from the shirt binding my wrists, while she admires her handiwork, still in her jeans and bra. "So not fair Carter. You are wearing WAY too many clothes."
"Oh no you don't. Not quite done with you yet." She looks me up and down licking her lips in a way that I'm sure should be illegal, and I feel almost giddy at the fact that THAT look on HER face, is directed at little old me. Pity I don't know if I'll actually survive what I'm positive she has planned for me.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted you exactly where I have you." Her voice is like sandpaper, raw and low. she leans over me, allowing our tongues to tangle briefly before she pulls away again, causing what I am mortified to admit sounded a whole lot like a whimper to slide past my lips. I blush and she chuckles lowly at me, sliding back down my body to kneel at my feet. She leans forward, hot breath sliding across the head of my cock making my hips buck slightly towards her. I'm mesmerized watching her leant over above me. He nipples have pretty much escaped her bra entirely now with her position. Coral tips tight and taunting me. I'm so busy drooling that I'm too distracted to see it coming when she runs her tongue from base to tip, swirling it around the head. Oh Dear God please not let me lose it like a 14 year old boy. I take a deep breath and picture dead puppies and Gould's and anything I can come up with that will allow me to hold onto my dignity.
"Go easy on me Carter...it's been a while." She chuckles again before swallowing me whole. As much as I really am enjoying this I only make it a couple of minutes before I'm begging her to stop. "What's the matter Sir? Are you not enjoying yourself?" Oh this woman is evil. How have I worked next to this woman for so long without seeing just how evil she is?I make eye contact and realize she is definitely trying to goad me into action. She grins and then runs her tongue along my length again before pulling the tip back into her mouth, moaning low in her throat, that shoots right up my spine. Her hand slides forward to slip around my balls and that it for me. I can't take any more. Before she knows what's happening my arms are free and she is flat on her ass on the carpet. I rise up on my knees grab her ankles and yank her to the center of the blanket. "I think you've had quite enough fun Major. "
"Oh I've been a very, very bad girl Sir. You may have to punish me for my insubordination, Sir." Her voice is syrupy sweet, overemphasizing the Sir. She comes up on her elbows, using her shoulders to press her breasts closer together, sending even more of her flesh spilling out of the silky fabric. Her lips form into a saucy pout. I would laugh if I weren't so hard it was painful. I don't think I've ever had this much fun in intimately with someone. Sara was always serious in bed, and any other partners have either been quite sedate, or just plain selfish. It's not something I would have expected, especially for our first time. But after everything we've been through together, I'm glad we can have fun together. Celebrating the fact that we're still alive and finally together.
My hands reach for her belt, quickly undoing it and moving onto the button fly of her jeans."And do you have any recomendations, Major? How can I make you sorry?" I roughly pull her pants down and over her feet tossing them behind me, leaving her panties behind. I've been waiting patiently to see if they match her bra, and I'm not disappointed. More lace than satin they are almost entirely sheer, just a little bit of satin along the edges and a satin bow at the top of each hip. I nearly choke on my own tongue when I notice she is bare under them, nothing but smooth skin.
She flips over onto her stomach and raises up onto her knees. Her ass is only inches from my face. "I dunno sir. You might have to get creative." I slide my knee forward, encouraging her to part her legs so I can get closer. "Are you suggesting I spank you Carter? Cuz I have to say...there have been times that I have wanted nothing more. I was under the impression you and your feminist principles would be highly offended by my misogynistic musings."
"She turns her head to face me sizing me up. "mm, if it were anyone but you, I'd kick their ass. I don't exactly question your respect for me. Plus you let me have my time in the drivers seat...it's all yours." She waves her ass in the air to emphasise her point. "Punish me, sir."
I reach forward, one finger sliding beneath the g string of her underwear, snapping it back against her skin. "You should be careful what you ask for Major." I cup her her cheek in my left palm, cradling the smooth flesh, and holding her still at the same time. While she's focused on the soft caress of my left hand, my right draws back to slap cruelly against her flesh. She lets out a groan somewhere between surprise and arousal. I am so never going to get this particular picture out of my head. Not that I want to, but it could make future work related endeavors...somewhat interesting. I suddenly remember why it is that the frat regs exist in the first place. Luckily we are both able to separate entirely when needed. Yes my attention may have wandered on our last mission, but only because I was certain we were safe, on a completely uninhabited planet. When there's action(pun intended) we're both capable of focusing entirely on the mission.
This vision in front of me though, will keep this dirty old man warm at night for a long, long time. My prim and proper Major on her hands and knees, ass in the air, my flaming red handprint on her ass cheek. I'm a sick bastard. Apparently Carter already knows this and is fully willing to play into it. A very lucky sick bastard. I can't help but think she'd look even better with a matching hand print on her other cheek. The slap is a little harder than I intended this time stinging my hand, but I get nothing but a grunt of approval and a flush of embarrassment accompanying it that travels up her whole body. I let out a low chuckle. "You like that Major? I was under the impression you weren't supposed to enjoy punishment."
"Yes sir. Sorry Sir. Don't hit me again. Please Sir." Despite her plea, her hips back closer to me, begging for contact. I soothe my hand over the hit, and down the inside of her thigh and back again, stopping to train a single finger along the edge of her panties. I let out a groan when I find not only are her underwear soaked, she's so aroused her inner thighs are soaked as well. At least it's not just me. If it weren't for years of torture dealing with hard-ons for hours on end around Carter, I surely would have lost it by now. She helplessly gyrates against me, trying to gain friction. Instead of giving in, like I really really want to, I draw back and hit her again, hitting part thigh, part cheek. "Did I say you could move major?"
"No sir. Please, just touch me already." I trail my finger along her again, and she fights the urge to move, staying perfectly still apart from her glute jumping a bit at the caress. I can't take much more foreplay and I think she's at about the same point. I give in and lean forward to pull her panties down. I urge her to lift her knees and get them off her feet. I nudge her knees apart as far as I can, and push her shoulder down so her head is lying across her forearm. I lean forward again so I can see her, spread open for me, pink and slick and ready for me. "You like rough Carter?"
"Mmmm, yes sir." She's probably expecting my fingers first, testing her readiness, because when I grasp her hip with one hand, and guide myself into her heat with the other, slamming in as far as I can in one smooth move, she lets out a scream. I'd be concerned, if after a second or two she wasn't shoving her ass back against me begging for more. Dear god, she's tight. I pull out and slam back in, again as hard as I can. "Ok?"
"God yes. Hurts so good Sir" Jesus fuck, I almost came right there. She meets me every single thrust. I'm not huge but I'm not exactly small either, and from a drunken team discussion several weeks ago, I know it's been well over a year since she's had any man where I am right now. I have no idea how she's taking this, she's gonna be mighty sore tomorrow. After a few minutes she start letting out adorable little squeaks on every thrust, her muscles starting to flutter around me. "Come on Carter. let go for me." I don't think I've ever been with anyone this responsive to me. Not that I've had any complaints, but this is...just wow.
I reach forward and grab a nipple roughly, shoving the cup of her bra completely out or the way, and it seems to be enough, because the next second she lets out a yell somewhere between my name and an expletive. Her internal walls are squeezing the life out of me, and after a few more shallow thrusts I can't hold back anymore. Her hand reaches back between her legs to wrap around my sack, and I'm gone thrusting erratically, emptying into her, my hands bruising her hips. I manage to wrap my arm around her midsection, slipping to her side and pulling her down with me, still inside her.