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Watching Jethro try to put on his boxers and jeans over his raging hard-on was way more amusing to Jenny than to Jethro. She watched, fully-dressed, as he struggled to fit his member into his boxers first.

"You just gonna stare at me, Jen?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Should I?" she asked, grinning wickedly. Even with that wicked smile, crinkled clothing and tousled hair, she looked sexier than any other woman without trying to be. "I think I am. I'm enjoying myself just watching."

"Glad it's fun for at least one of us." He muttered, and she pretended she didn't hear anything.

Five minutes later, they exited the Observation Room hand in hand and walked through the dimly lit, deserted hallways to the elevator. She pressed the button and waited patiently for the elevator to arrive.

She quickly wanted to reach her destination, so she could start enjoying herself even more – but he had other ideas.

"Remember a few months ago?" he breathed into her ear, and she immediately felt the goosebumps erupt all over her skin. "When we did it right here?"

The elevator doors dinged open and he pulled her in, catching her gently when she lost her footing and bringing her up to kiss her passionately on the lips. She responded easily, letting him taste her lips before pushing him away slowly.

"Later," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips when he pouted.

She pressed the button for the parking lot, grinning wickedly at him. He suddenly realised what she was thinking and smiled as well, pulling her in closer and letting his hands travel under her shirt. He caressed her skin lovingly, and she sighed, leaning back against him as his hands explored the skin of her toned stomach. He fingered the waistband of her pencil skirt and she leaned her head back on her shoulder, turning her head so her lips could just gently brush his neck.

She moaned when his hands travelled upwards, her blouse riding up her stomach as he reached for her breasts and fingered her nipples through the thin material of her bra. He wished he could rip off her shirt and bra and start sucking on her nipples now – the need to do just that was overwhelming, and just feeling her nipples pebble and hearing her breathy moans were definitely not helping his self-control at all.

He was almost going to throw caution to the wind when the elevator doors slid open. He barely caught himself. He painfully extracted his hands from her blouse and held her hand, leading them through the almost deserted parking lot. It was completely empty, save for one car – hers. The shiny black car was easy to find, even in dim lighting.

The need to taste her increased by a million when she accidentally brushed him as she walked past, and he couldn't hold back any longer – he needed her. Now.

She felt him harden and smirked, grabbing his hands and preventing him from touching her. He would get to do what he wanted to do with her, of course - that was the whole point of tonight, but she wasn't having sex with him on the floor of the parking lot - that would be disgusting. The exact location she had in mind was more... pleasurable.

Smiling slightly when he didn't fight her, she guided him till they were standing right in front of her car. Truthfully, he hadn't even realised they had stopped - he was too busy staring at her to care where they were going. His eyes traced the perfect curves he had thoroughly examined countless times; they were exactly the same as they were in Paris. She was wearing a tight white blouse that strained against her breasts. If he stared hard enough, he could see the black lace of her thin bra peeking through. She turned slightly, and his eyes caught the shape of her nipples outlined on her chest. He swallowed roughly, squeezing the hands holding him. His gaze travelled down, past her stomach and stopped at the place he wanted to be buried in. The extra sway she was putting in her hips weren't helping at all; he wanted so bad to just push the skirt out of the way and take her roughly against a wall.

She cleared her throat and he was brought back to earth. She smirked at him, pulling his hands around her waist. She tiptoed slightly, reaching his ear and licking it eagerly.

"I want you so badly." she moaned, pulling his earlobe in her mouth and sucking it lightly. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me till I can't think. I want you to fuck me till I can't walk properly. I want to feel your cum inside me. Shooting in me."

She started grinding her hips against his cock, and he had to hold onto her hips to maintain his balance. He was so hard he just... couldn't... think.

Feeling his rod tighten considerably just motivated her to go farther - she gently removed his hands from her hips and guided them under her blouse, resting on her ample breasts. Immediately, he started massaging them in the way that made her knees go weak.

As much as he was enjoying the feel of her breasts under his fingertips, he enjoyed it much better when his mouth was doing the work. So he hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse - he knew she wouldn't like it if he just ripped it open, since she had no spare ones with her. He dropped the blouse to the floor and got to work with her bra, easily snapping it open and throwing it carelessly down to pool with the blouse. Immediately, as though his lips were magnets, he latched onto her breasts, sucking the soft skin eagerly. He felt her soft hands trail up his back and bury themselves in his hair, clutching onto his head and digging her nails into it.

She moaned as his lips latched onto her nipple and started sucking with fervor, digging her nails deeper into his head. Her leg came up and wrapped itself around his waist, pressing her hot center to his thigh. Once he felt the hot, wet pussy he so desperately wanted to be embedded in, all his self-control vanished, and he slammed her into the nearest surface, which happened to the hood of her car.

She gasped in pain as her back slammed onto the metal, but she soon forgot all about it when his lips seeked hers, kissing her eagerly. He bent over her, pressing his lips to hers. In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist, making the skirt she was wearing hike up higher around her thighs. Placing a hand against the car to steady himself, he placed his free hand at her thighs, pushing the skirt higher up and making it ride up her thighs. Her hands grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled until it wouldn't go up any longer, exposing the lace panties she was wearing.

Closing his eyes as if he couldn't bear anymore, his hand spread her legs wide open and traced the edges of her panties. His lips went to her ear and he said, in that deep, aroused voice, "I'm going to fuck you until you can't think or walk properly. I'm going to cum inside you until I can't anymore. But first, I want to suck you and taste you. Don't move."

Once she nodded, he pushed her up farther until her back was against the car's front window. He stood up, admiring the view. She looked damn sexy, with her hair tousled and her eyes a shade of arousing dark green. Her ruby lips were perfection, and she was currently biting her bottom lip, making his heart beat faster against his ribcage. Damn, how did she do that? She was practically naked, only a thin scrap of lace covering her most intimate area and the black material of her skirt bunched up against her waist.

His hands travelled from the leather of the boots cover ing her feet, all the way up to her thighs, where he pulled her a little closer. Her arms were above her head, grasping her hair, getting more aroused with each second as the thought of what was about to happen plagued her mind.

He didn't hold back - he was so aroused, there was no need for foreplay anymore. He ripped her panties away from her skin - she didn't say anything. After all, they were just in the way of what she wanted. He almost came in his pants when he saw how wet her pussy was, and how intoxicating the scent was. Closing his eyes and breathing in deeply, he tried to memorise the highly arousing scent her center was giving off. Her inner lips were glistening with juices, begging to be licked.

His tongue gently prodded, tasting her pussy, before he decided it wasn't enough; he gave a perfectly positioned lick at her pussy and heard her breath hitch. Gripping harder around her thighs, he licked again and again, until she was moaning in earnest now and every fiver of his being begged him to just get on with it.

It wasn't until she screamed, "Jethro, please, just fuck me!" did he thrust his tongue into her eager pussy.

She was in ecstasy - she normally didn't enjoy oral sex in general, but if it was with Jethro - she couldn't wait. She loved the feeling of losing control when his tongue was inside her-every part of her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her legs were suddenly wrapped around his neck, and one hand had gone to grip his hair while the other gripped her own, her hips bucked uncontrollably with each plunge of his tongue in her wet pussy. The sounds coming out of her mouth were barely registering in her brain. Oh yes, she was thoroughly enjoying being tongue-fucked by Jethro.

He waited till she was in absolute ecstasy unable to control what she was doing when he went in for the kill; he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth while his tongue slammed into her at one go, and this time, she actually screamed. The ability to think seemed miles away, but it was unnecessary, unneeded - for who the hell needed to think while they were being sucked off?

He did it again and again until she came, her seeping out of her and into his open and waiting mouth. He cleaned and licked at every last drop of her juices, making sure that everything was on his tongue before he trailed a finger down in between her pussy lips, elliciting a moan of delight from her.

He stood up just as she sat up, and he kissed her softly, pushing her back down, her cum still dripping on his lips. She didn't know why, but she found it to be such a turn on when she watched him lap up her juices as if they were to be his last meal for a very long time. Her back collided with the car again, and he looked into her eyes as he pushed a finger into her pussy. She gasped.

"I'm not done yet."

He guys! I just wanted to say thank you guys for reviewing, cos I'm almost reaching 50 reviews! Thanks to all those who followed and favourited this story throughout, I know my update schedule is a bit sketchy, but I'm working on it. I've broken this part into two chapters, I hope you guys don't mind - I'm just really tired and I need to sleep. The next part will be up in hopefully two weeks time. In the meantime though, please check out my other stories, and anew one called I Won't Let You Go - it's a Jibbs story as well.

Merry (belated) Christmas and Happy Holidays!

-Natalia