Title: Counter Play

Author: Michelle Knight

Description: Ever wonder if your counter can support two people?

Pairing: S/J

Rating: NC-17

Content Warnings: Sexual content/situations

Season: Future

Spoilers: None. Just pure smut.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Feedback: Would love it, along with constructive suggestion, but they are not required.

Archive: My site, SJD, Helio2. All others please ask.

Notes: This was inspired by lyssie's Bathroom!Sex fic and a pic I noticed on LJ. Thanks again to my very patient beta besyd. My Tammy- love knows no bounds. ;-)

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It was sad, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. He had to know. After all, she wasn't the only one who could conduct experiments.

He cleared his throat. "Sam! Could you come in here a sec? I need you to help me with something!" He knew she was working on something for the brass at the Pentagon and needed to get the report out by 1400 today, but he had his priorities. He was pathetic. Simply pathetic.

"Jack, I'm working! Can't this wait until later?"

"No! Besides, you need a break. Just come here already!"

"Fine, but if I don't get this report out in time I'm blaming you."

He laughed inwardly as he imagined her trying to explain *this* delay to them.

He could hear her footsteps echoing down the hall, and she'd barely turned the corner into the bathroom when he grabbed her waist and hoisted her onto the bathroom counter.

"Jack! What are you doing?" Hearing Sam squeak in surprise was new, but he could work with it.

He didn't give her time to ask another question as he pushed his upper leg between her knees and plunged his hand between her thighs.

"Oh, God!" She threw her head back and almost hit the mirror. Jack took advantage and swept the side of her neck from bottom to top with his tongue, biting and nipping until she was gasping for air. With one fluid movement, one hand pressed against her belly and slid down her stomach until his fingers encountered her wetness, and the other slid up and cupped one of her breasts, where he lightly teased the nipple with his thumb.

Finally, after teasing her nearly to completion he stopped and, slid his palms up her hips. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her shorts he pulled them down and off. Tossing them over his shoulder he set his fingers back to work.

Dipping and rubbing, pulling and pushing, he applied just enough pressure to make her squirm. Sliding his hand away from his primary target, Jack placed his hands on her outer thighs and pulled, slamming his hips against hers. In a sudden motion that almost tipped her forward onto the floor Jack sank to his knees in front of her and pressed his lips against the silkiness of the juncture of pelvis and thigh. He loved it when she rode his face and smiled when she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him even closer.

"That's it, Jack…" Immediately after, her words dissolved into incoherent sounds and sharp intakes of breath. It always amazed him that she could be so spontaneous in her personal life considering how structured she had to have her work environment. But since she was fingering herself as he sucked on her labia, he figured he really needed to stop thinking right now and concentrate on making her come as hard as possible.

Pushing her thighs even farther apart with his hands he slowly trailed two fingers over and down her right thigh then swirled them lightly around the soft, sensitive skin at her core. He chanced a look up and saw her looking down at him, face flushed and chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes dark and unabashedly boring into his. She had no shame and he loved it.

Jack maintained eye contact as his fingers slowly slid into her warmth. He continued the movement, sliding in and out slowly at first them varying the speed, changing the pressure, always maximizing the friction. Sam's eyes slammed shut as her mouth flew open in a silent cry, her throat visibly constricting, yet no sound forthcoming. His left hand came up and rolled her nipple once again between his fingers. The assault of sensation proved too much as her back arched and she came with a howl that nearly shattered the mirror itself.

He turned his head slightly and kissed her skin. When he stood to help her off the counter, he found her licking her lips, still coming down from her high. Before he knew it, his sweatpants were down around his knees, forcing him to lean back against something solid or fall. It was now her turn to kneel in front of him, and though he hadn't expected her to reciprocate so quickly, who was he to argue?

He sat heavily on the edge of the counter, feet planted firmly on the floor, when his knees threatened to give way as she took his cock in her hand and stroked upwards. He watched her hand glide achingly up and down his shaft, her other hand coming up to gently cup his balls. He was about to process an actual thought when her mouth closed over the head of his cock, her head now blocking his view.

In a repeat of her reaction, his head flew back and he nearly came right there and then as she brought him to the brink of orgasm. But she pulled back, effectively stopping his fall, and afterwards the pressure from her mouth was removed completely. He paused and waited expectantly, but when it didn't return, he ventured a look. She appeared to be saying something, but he couldn't hear her.

She looked at him and waited for him to acknowledge what she had said, but when he didn't she asked again, "How adventurous are you feeling today, Jack?"

He smiled as his passion-fogged brain finally registered what she might have in mind. Scooting slightly up until the edge of the counter settled in the horizontal groove where his upper leg and derriere met, he assisted her by grabbing her arms and helping her climb onto the surface.

She faced him with her hands on his shoulders and her feet on either side of his hips, while he wrapped his arms around her calves, his hands supporting her butt as she lowered herself onto him. He couldn't believe he was even attempting this on his bathroom counter! What was he, insane? Very horny? Probably a little bit of both.

Heads were side by side against the mirror as she began to move. Using her stomach and hip muscles, she rode him hard, fast, slow, soft, and it was driving them both nuts. After a bit he felt the pressure start from his groin and build and build until he could contain it no longer. With a harsh cry, he came, almost bucking off the counter and burying his face in her shoulder. After a few final short thrusts his hips stopped twitching and he relaxed fully, putting all his weight onto the veneer.

Disengaging from him, Sam held onto his neck as her feet tried to find solid ground. When her toe encountered linoleum, she eased off him and helped him stand. Their lips met, and when they broke apart both realized just how they looked standing there, his pants around his ankles and hers somewhere around the shower.

"So," Sam said, finally breaking the silence. "Is that all you need me to help you with?"

Jack cleared his throat and hiked his pants back up. "Yeah, thanks."

She nodded and turned to retrieve her shorts. As she passed him, he heard her say, "Well, if you need the railing of your back porch tested out, let me know."

He nearly choked.

-Fin-