Chapter nine
Jack almost passed out as Sam responded passionately to the new toy he'd bought her, but he managed to pry her legs apart just in time.
He turned off the dual vibrator and began rubbing her legs, as he crooned sweet nothings to her. Gradually she relaxed down to the mattress, her hands hanging limply from the where they were tied. Figuring she'd gotten the most satisfaction she could tonight out of her new toy, Jack slowly pulled it out of her and tossed it onto the towel he had placed on the floor earlier. Then he crawled up to her head, and using the Swiss Army knife he had put in the box earlier, he cut the plastic ties, releasing her hands. He gently rubbed her wrists, glad to see they were not injured. Finally he removed the blindfold.
Sam gave him one of her one thousand mega-watt smiles. "Wow, Jack! That was a very nice surprise indeed," she purred.
"Thank you, honey. I'm very glad you enjoyed it."
"So...do you want to fuck me now, or do you want your whipping first?" she asked, raising one eyebrow in her best Teal'c impression. At the same time her hands had sneaked down to his groin as he knelt next to her. She laid on her side and cupped his balls in one hand, while the other one squeezed his rigid length.
"Stop it, Sam!" he choked as he grabbed her hands in his. "...or there won't be any fucking, 'cause I'll come in your hand," he informed her. Sam merely gave him a smug smile.
"Okay, then what do you want next, big boy?" she asked, giving his penis one parting squeeze.
"I'll take that fuck now. Get on your knees, wench!" he ordered. He slapped her ass as she turned over. Sam got onto her knees and put her face down on the bed, wiggling her butt provocatively. Jack slapped her ass again, and this time she yelped.
"Ouch! Not so hard, Jack," she hissed.
"Oh, you haven't seen hard yet, baby," he growled as he moved forward between her spread thighs.
He nudged her legs farther apart, and reached into her wet, dripping pussy, his fingers sliding through her copious juices and straight into her hot, silky center. She was wetter than wet, and Jack had a sudden desire to drink from her fountain. Surprising her by suddenly pulling his hand away, he backed up and fell onto his side, turning and maneuvering his body until he was laying on his back with his head between her legs. Then he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her hips down until he could reach her with his mouth. She was literally laying on his face, and Jack couldn't breathe very well, but right now he didn't give a rat's ass! All he wanted was to bury his face in her pussy and lap up all her juicy goodness. And that is exactly what he did!
Soon Sam was up on her elbows and clawing at the bed linens, as Jack drove her to a frenzy with his lips and tongue, licking and sucking her inner and outer lips, while deliberately ignoring her clit. Usually she liked nothing better than to be eaten out by Jack O'Neill, but tonight he was doing his wicked best to drive her frakin crazy with his teasing! Wishing he would stop fooling around and just let her come, Sam let go a streak of swear words, but Jack ignored them. The damned man seemed intent on torturing her to death! She wiggled and she squirmed, trying to get his tongue in the right place. Without meaning to she slammed her pubic bone down hard on his nose, practically breaking it.
Jack recovered nicely from the blow, but he wanted to be certain there would be no more like it. With his hands positioned where her legs met her torso, thumbs near his face and his fingers splayed out over her ass, he took control of her movements, lifting her pelvis and holding her poised for his final approach. Like an F-302 on a suicide mission, Jack dived toward his target with the intention of breaking down all the enemy's defenses. Hitting the 'kill zone' on the first pass, Jack sucked it in between his lips and hung on tight, flicking his tongue over the little enemy stronghold until she was whimpering her surrender. As Sam climaxed all around him, Jack continued to suck her clit, until her body gave up every last secret it possessed.
Sam couldn't believe Jack's stamina tonight. Jack had gotten her off three times, and still he had not sought satisfaction for himself. How could the man be so tough that he could endure such pain and pressure?
"Honey, you must be dying," she whispered against his head as he held her in his arms. He knew what she meant, and he iwas/i at about the farthest point he had ever pushed himself. But he had wanted to make this night special for her, and he suspected that he was succeeding.
"I'm okay, baby, but I think it's time I fucked you," he said in a quaking voice, his self-control just about used up. He really hoped he could hold out a little bit longer, or he was going to come like a teenage boy doing it for the first time!
Sam fell onto her back and opened her legs, and Jack literally rolled with her, landing in between them. While he perched on his elbows and held his torso above hers, Sam reached for his hard cock. Gently she feathered up and down its length with her fingers, before taking hold and guiding the head to her snug hole. Then she opened her legs even wider and grabbed his ass. With her hands clutching his firm butt cheeks, she pulled him toward her.
"No, not yet," he choked. Jack leaned into her with his eyes closed, that first feel of her tight pussy surrounding his swollen, aching member almost more than he could bear.
"Yes, now!" she cried out. She sensed that he was in a great deal of pain, and she wanted to give him what he so desperately needed. She didn't care whether or not she got off again. As far as Sam was concerned, Jack had definitely earned his release...a million times over!
Jack gave in, growling low in his throat as he enjoyed the sweet friction of slipping inside her belly as far as he could go, his balls finally pressing against her perineum. With a passion he could never remember feeling before, Jack began to fly a course straight to the center of her being. He made short quick forays at first, as he pressed one hand to the back of her hip, the other wrapped around her shoulder. One of her legs was clinging to his hip, while the other was laying straight under one of his. The angle was off-center, but it felt damned good. However, the position was better for prolonging rather than finishing, so after a short while Jack changed his position, needing to find completion or die.
Jack wrapped his arms around her body, one hand between her shoulder blades and the other at just above her ass. Her legs came up around his hips and then moved even higher as he continued to pound into her. His heart lept as he felt himself being caressed by her tender flesh, her muscles clamping down on him each time he tried to retreat. And each time he pressed into her again, it felt just like the first time. Sam was tight and supple at the same time, allowing him to add twists and turns and to bump against her walls until she was writhing and moaning, and his heart was pounding in his chest like a freight train...taking them both to places they'd never been before. When he climaxed he nearly did black out, and it was only the soothing, calming words of his wife...his lover...that kept him grounded.
As they lay snuggled under the comforter afterward, looking out the big window at the stars, Jack kissed her forehead and sighed. Sam could tell he was thinking...an act that was not so rare for him these days.
"What are you thinking about, honey?" she asked, leaning her head away from his so she could see those precious dark eyes of his. God, how she loved those eyes!
"Oh, just stuff. Do you remember the night I interrupted your Jell-O wrestling match with that marine? What was his name?"
"Thornton. Of course I remember. So?"
"Yah, Thornton. Didn't like that guy. Did you know he fought dirty?"
"No! Really?" She was giving him an indulgent look, like a parent listening to her child's excuse for not doing his homework.
Jack nodded his head. "Yah, in the first match he wouldn't let the other guy up, even after the whistle blew. He almost pulled the guy's arm out of the socket! And I knew he'd try to pull the same crap on you...or worse."
"So you were trying to keep me from being beaten by a cheat?" she said, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth. She couldn't believe he was still trying to defend his actions that night! Obviously 'letting go' was not a concept Jack O'Neill grasped!
Jack leaned back a bit so he could see her expression.
"No, I was trying to keep him from hurting you!"
"So you thought he could beat me?"
"If he broke the rules of course he could have. He outweighed you by a hundred pounds, Sam."
"Ahhh, I see. And you didn't think I would have broken a few of the rules myself?"
"Well, I guess that never occurred to me. Would you have?" he asked incredulously.
Suddenly he found himself on his back with a very smug looking Lt. Col. O'Neill sitting astride his chest. Before he knew what was happening, she had his wrists trapped in a pair of manacles that she had attached to the bed. 'Where in the hell did she get those?' he asked himself, as he looked up to see that the center chain went around a slat of the headboard, giving his arms maneuverability.
"I always fight dirty when it's necessary, Jack. You should know that by now," she said as she bent over and bit his earlobe...but not hard enough to draw blood. She wasn't about to cause permanent injury to the man she loved, but hurting him a little sounded like fun! From under her pillow she drew out the whip he had recently purchased for her, flicking it twice against the palm of her hand. It stung, and Sam thought she might like him to use it on her sometime. But tonight she was going to give Jack what he'd asked for!
"Oh, fuck, I don't know if I'm up for anymore tonight," he said seriously. He was a bit tired, and not just from the sex they'd had. It had been a very long day, what with all the preparations for the big party and all.
Sam scooted backward over his body and sat down just below his groin, looking down at his semi-erect penis.
"Hmmm. It looks like the little general might be convinced to stand at attention...with the right kind of stimulation of course. Let's see if I can convince him," she said as she got off his legs. "Get up on your knees and turn around, General. I wanna see that tight ass of yours right here in front of me. Now!" she ordered as she knelt next to him. Jack obediently turned over and got up on his hands and knees. Sam reached between his legs and grabbed him by the balls, giving them a firm squeeze.
Jack's back arched reflexively and he growled at her. "Watch it there, baby, or this game will be over very fast," he warned in a deep voice.
Sam just chuckled as she reared back and let fly with the whip, landing a stinging blow across his firm buttocks. Jack didn't flinch, but Sam bent down and kissed the reddened skin anyway. Then she whipped him again and again, following each blow with a kiss to the red flesh. Jack still hadn't moved a muscle. After the fifth time she reached under his body to feel his penis, pleased to find it hard and pulsing in her hand.
"I think someone likes getting his ass whipped," she said with a smirk in her voice, as she continued to massage his erection with one hand, while rearing back to hit him again.
"Okay! Enough! Unfasten my hands," he choked out, his face red, the veins in his neck distended. Sam quickly complied, not sure if she had gone to far or not. Was he angry? Having a stroke? What?
Jack turned to her and grabbed her arms, throwing her onto her back in the middle of the bed. Then he quickly picked her up by the hips and flipped her over, before falling on top of her, his hard length pressing between the cheeks of her ass.
"And I know someone who likes getting her ass fucked," he growled. And then he grabbed the bottle of lubricant, leaning to one side while he squirted a large amount directly into her asshole.
Sam felt the cold lube inside her ass one second, and in the next second she felt Jack pushing his hot length into her. They had done this many times before , but this time was much more feral...more aggressive. Jack was fucking her harder and with less restraint than ever before, her body pressed into the mattress as his much heavier body pinned her down. His steel-hard erection pummeled her ass with deliciously hard moves that were sending her reeling toward a spectacular climax. She was almost there when she felt his hand slip under her belly, heading straight for her clit. With just a couple of expert manipulations of her swollen bud, Sam came like the explosion of a naquadah reactor. So powerful was her orgasm, that she barely noticed his balls twitching against her ass, as Jack finished right along with her.
Later as they lay spooned together in their rumpled, sex-stained sheets, Jack kissed the back of her neck and sighed. She was almost asleep when she heard him chuckle.
"Okay, now what are you thinking about?" Sam whined in a sleepy voice.
"You really were the hottest thing I've ever seen, Sam," he said softly, his warm breath striking her left ear.
"What? When?"
"When you were covered in all that blue Jell-O. I think I'll send for a couple dozen boxes of the stuff, and we can mix it up in the bathtub," he told her.
Sam snorted. "If you do, I'll be happy to let you explain the requisition to General Reynolds.
"You're on," he replied as he hugged his wife even tighter.
Soon they were both sound asleep.
Fini
