WARNING: Graphic Sex
Already curled up into her husband's lap, Sam shifted to straddle him and rose up onto her knees. Pain at the betrayal of faith already morphed into burning fury that he would dare believe in the first place. Now in the position to loom over Jack she planted her hands on the naked skin of his chest and shoved.
Jack unbalanced and flayed slightly at the sudden awkward shifting of weight as he was forced from a sitting position to prone. The back of his head connected painfully with the arm of the couch on his way down. Jack winced at the flash of pain but his attention was soon focused back on his wife.
Sam grabbed the hem of her blouse and yanked it over her head, as her fury tangled up with the need to dominate and lust. Discarding her shirt, Sam soon made short work of her bra and only paused in that endeavour to slap Jack's hands away.
"Hands to yourself," Sam snapped.
"What? Sam!" Jack exclaimed his own lust growing at the sight of the virago straddling him. The desire—the need—to touch and caress her was something his body and soul craved.
Looking furiously down at her prone husband Sam repeated her order sharply, "Hands to yourself. You're mine."
Reluctantly Jack complied, his hands scraping with frustration on the couch fabric futilely for something to grip.
Leaning forward so that she could shimmy out of her slacks and panties, for a moment their faces were intimately close and Jack could clearly see the furious intent in his wife's blue eyes. This was not just going to be angry sex, but a furious claiming. Succeeding in her undressing endeavour Sam straightened back up and planted her weight solidly on Jack's lower abdomen so that his towel-clad erection could only rub lightly against her rear.
Pinned by her weight and her piercing blue eyes, Sam locked gazes with her husband again as she set her fingertips to his chest and sensually raked her nails down. Her mouth followed, tongue, lips, and teeth alternately tormenting and soothing the brutally loving marks she inflicted.
With each lick, kiss, suckle, scrape of teeth, and light bite the lustful tension in Jack's body wrenched ever higher. Heightened by the fact that he was not allowed to touch and could only grasp vainly at the rough fabric of the couch while his wife continued her sexual onslaught.
Sam's attack was punctuated by mutterings against his skin of: "You're mine."
"Yes, yes," was all Jack could throatily chant in response. He fixed his gazed on the white painted ceiling of the living room in a further attempt to keep his hands from his wife. If he couldn't see her, he wouldn't need to touch her soft skin so badly.
As her fingernails scraped over and down his taut skin, her heated mouth followed soothing the passionate stinging. Sam shifted her own body downward and the friction caught and dragged at the towel wrapped around Jack's waist and exerted a delicious pressure on his sex. When Sam's mouth and hands finally reached his groin, she flicked the towel open.
Jack bucked as one hand pressed down on the erogenous spot of his left hipbone and her lips slid down the crease of his thigh. Nearly overwhelmed by the dual sensation that assaulted him and burned away at his control.
Sam shifted her weight and made sure that she was straddling Jack's lower legs enough that if he bucked again he wouldn't toss them from the couch. Her hand didn't stir from Jack's sweet spot or her mouth from reaching its goal of his balls while she re-balanced herself.
"God, Sam!" Jack shouted, fighting desperately to keep himself from bucking them to the floor as Sam sucked, laved with her tongue, kissed, and fondled his balls with her free hand and steadily whitewashed his mind with pleasure by the constant pressure on his erogenous hipbone.
"Mine," Sam growled as she nipped at the underside of his erect shaft.
Jack's body bowed as the sharp sensation knifed through his nerves and Sam firmly shifted her weight again to push him back to the couch cushions. Jack collapsed back shuddering, his gasps for breath interrupted only by his incoherent attempts to speak as he continued staring blindly at the ceiling overhead.
"God Sam… please… yes, yes… just… Carter!" Jack roared as his vision greyed out when Sam finally sucked the head of his penis into her mouth and wetly teased the weeping opening with her tongue.
Diligently Sam set herself to teasing her husband even more into a sexual frenzy. Jack nearly cried and did verbally shout out a denial when Sam gave one last suckle of his erection after minutes of teasing and lifted her head away.
A shuddering gasp caught in the back of Jack's throat as Sam wrapped a firm hand around his shaft and he felt damp curls against the over-sensitized head of his penis. His eyes snapped from their desperate lock on the ceiling to his wife's intent face.
Blue and brown eyes locking together as Sam used the hand on his sex to guide the head in a long stroke up her folds. She shuddered and moaned when she stroked firmly over her clitoris and Jack could only whimper as she did it again and again. The sensation more than his lust enflamed nerves could stand as his impending released coiled and burned in his balls and gut.
"Please, Sam! Fuck—inside!" Jack wasn't sure if it was his desperate begging or Sam's own arousal that had her stop her teasing of them both.
Sam fitted the head of his erection against her entrance and growled demandingly: "Mine."
"Yes, yes, yours!" Jack pleaded and half screamed, half moaned as Sam took him inside. The heated wetness of her body stroking over his was more than he could endure and she had barely risen up on her knees again for another stroke when the orgasmic bliss clawing at his balls exploded.
. . .
Jack felt it was hours later when his synapses managed to rearrange themselves into a semblance of order. And it wasn't even that his mind was ready to reboot that had him focusing but the sound of a cell phone ringing somewhere upstairs.
His mind latched onto the sound and after a few long moments finally identified the ring-tone and what it meant: work. Or more precisely, Davis.
"Crap," Jack muttered underneath his breath and forced his eyes open. He blinked at the increased sunlight in the room and now certain that quite a bit of time had lapsed since Sam had asserted her mind-blowing claim on him, looked down his chest at the sleeping woman in question sprawled over him.
Grunting, groaning, and muttering beneath his breath at the aches from last night that had reasserted themselves and the stinging pain from his chest and groin that was a result of Sam's nails and teeth, Jack managed to wiggle out from underneath his wife. Staggering slightly after getting to his feet, he rubbed at his lower back in a futile attempt to assuage some of the pain and surveyed the living room.
Photographs were scattered around the front of the couch, Sam's panties, pants, and bra were on top of them but as her blouse wasn't in sight he suspected it had made it over the back of the couch. He frowned at seeing his uniform jacket with Sam's discarded clothing but delayed in picking it up in favour of quirking a sentimental smile at the sight of a sexually dishevelled Sam asleep on their couch, on top of his towel, and still wearing her socks.
Shuffling over to the lazy-boy chair he picked up the afghan and tucked it over Sam so that she wouldn't get cold now that he wasn't serving as her personal heater. Fighting the urge to groan particularly loud as he bent down for the clothing and photographs, he set them onto the coffee table, and claiming his uniform jacket headed for the bedroom.
His mobile phone had stopped ringing some time ago but that didn't mean that Davis hadn't left a text message about his search on Gold or Mackay or faxed or emailed some of the information that he'd demanded.
And he swore because of the pain that they—his belief—had caused Sam that they would pay. Not just because of the pain, but because of the damage to Sam's career that would happen if those photographs were released to the public—the press really. Rumours of an affair with him had haunted her throughout her assignment to SG-1, and now with her marriage to him and the seeming evidence of adultery and fraternization with another superior officer…
They would pay and pay dearly.
Chapter 5: http://akarswyll.blogspot.ca/2010/10/extortion-ch-5-short-story-jacksam-m.html
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