Title: Domination

Author: Telkena, telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17, PWP

Parrings: Sam and Jack. Forever!

Summary: well… dosen't have much of a plot for a summary… just an attempt of dominating eachother, between Carter and O'Neill.

Spoilers: season 8. Pete is in it.

Archive: SJD yes, and anyone else who wants it.

Disclamer: none of it is mine. good enough?

Feedback: say what you got to say.

Author's Notes: Just wanted to write a short sex fic but then all these dirty, nasty ideas and details kept popping in my mind and the story kept getting longer and longer. It has 5 parts but you don't really need to read one to understand the other. It's PWP for crying out loud. Not much of a story except dirty sex. Hope you enjoy! This part contains bondage. And... I guess I should call it "forced sex" just to be on the safe side. ALL BETWEEN SAM AND JACK.

Part 1

Why was he doing this? Driving to Carter's house in the middle of the night? In the middle of a foggy, raining, and cold night. And damn it, he should be in bed now waiting for tomorrow morning when he should call her and tell her he had to see her about some urgent report. Let her know he was coming around.

Jack ran his hand over his face. Yet here he was, in his truck, driving to her house. With the papers he needed her to look over on the passenger sit. He looked at the watch. 1100 hours. She should be asleep. She was going to hate him. He just knew it. He should turn back now.

But he all of the sudden, images of Carter dressed in a nighty flooded his mind. Just barely awake with her hair all messed up and whatever she would use to hastily cover herself draped around her body. And without his volition his truck sped up.

*Shit, Jack! Relax for crying out loud!* He thought to himself as he squirmed in his seat. "Work" he whispered, "you're going there for work". He SO knew that was a lie. This wasn't urgent. It was just an excuse for him to end up at her house late at night knowing that most likely he'd end up spending the night there. She'll offer to let him use her spare bedroom. Wouldn't just let him drive back at 3 am… that's how much should take her to get the work done.

He was pathetic, he thought. "That desperate not to spend the night alone, O'Neill?"

He almost turned the truck around if he hadn't already reached her house and saw Pete's car in front of her driveway. He stopped the truck dead in its tracks, his hands gripping the wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white and his fingers almost went numb.

He remembered then that he was supposed to leave tomorrow, on Sunday, to be back at work by Monday. He also knew exactly what they would be doing. The lights were out all over he house, everything was quiet and suddenly he couldn't breathe as images of her and Pete assaulted his mind! Him on top of her, her moaning beneath him, kissing him…

He got out of his truck and leaned over the hood putting his forehead on his folded arms fighting to get air back in his lungs and the images out of his head. When he finally calmed down, he risked one more look towards her house. And was suddenly overcome by a sense of hurt and betrayal. And longing and love. She was his. No other man should touch her. Let alone fuck her. And right now he could hurt Pete. Severely.

He straightened and started walking towards the house. He was quiet as he went around to the back, wrapping the black leather jacket around himself and expertly blended into the night. No one would have ever known he was there. He stopped when he reached the back of the house and saw a dim light coming from the bedroom window. His heart sped up as his eyes and his expression hardened. He was frightening right now. His hands balled into fists and jaw clenched as he drew a calming breath and walked towards the window, keeping a safe distance so he wouldn't be seen.

He looked inside the room and wished he would die right there.

Sam Carter was naked on her bed, with the sheets thrown all around her and her Pete on top of her, thrusting hard. He was supporting his weight on his hands and she had a tight grip on his upper arms, her head thrown back, her lips parted.

God he loved her lips. He could stare at them for hours. And then try not to blush, as he would rapidly look away when she caught him. He never blushed. He always had a tight self-control.

And right now, as he watched her, all he wanted to do was rip that asshole off of her, stretch himself over her body and push his tongue as deep in between her lips as possible. Or just have her wrap them around his dick and take him as deep in as she could.

His pants suddenly became too tight. His breath quickened and his eyes glazed over with need and passion, darkening to pitch black. If it weren't for the pained expression edged over his featured by Pete's presence he would have looked amazing. Instead he was frightening.

She was totally oblivious that her CO was watching her in the middle of sex. With another man. Close to having an orgasm. With another man.

He was forcefully brought back to reality by Pete's loud moan as his movements sped up. In that instant Jack knew the man was going to come and his hand instinctively went to his gun holster with the intention of finishing things for that prick permanently.

Luckily for all, he wasn't armed. He wasn't in the habit of wearing a gun when going to Carter's house. But his warrior instincts had just been awakened. And right now he wanted to protect what every fiber in his body told him was his. He had no right to claim Carter like this but damn it all to hell, he was not going to let this occur before his eyes.

But before he even formed another plan of action, it was over. Pete had finished. And thank God for the rain because it covered the drops running down his cheeks from his own eyes. And so he would never be forced to admit he was crying.

His eyes locked on to her face. She had turned her face towards the window, a painfully disappointed expression covering her features, as Pete was slumped over her. She looked straight out the window and Jack froze for a moment even if he knew she didn't see him. She looked straight at him, biting her lower lip, a look of total need on her face. She ran a hand through her hair and closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

Jack gasped. She hadn't come. Pete hadn't made her come. And by the look on her face it wasn't the first time. He knew that "oh, not again" Carter expression all too well. God damn it! He could make her come screaming her lungs out and begging him to stop while asking for more, and this little prick couldn't make her come at all. Yet this little prick was now on top of her instead of him.

His anger was replaced with an illogical sense of male satisfaction, knowing his rival had failed miserably. And for all the pain it had caused him he was damn glad he was here to witness his downfall. A sinister smile flickered across his lips.

But before he could enjoy his victory Pete had recovered and realizing his failure he set to making it right. Taking even Sam by surprise he started kissing his way down her body.

She squirmed under him. "Pete… no, it's ok, you don't have to. It's ok." She said trying to bring him back up.

But the was determined to satisfy her. Jack snorted. "Prick…" he said. But it seemed that he was doing something right because as he reached her folds her body arched.

But Jack was faster. He had had a victory tonight and he was not going to let it slip away. With a quick move he brought out his cell phone and dialed her number.

Her bedside phone rang. And her eyes snapped open, whatever Pete was doing, now lost to her.

"Don't answer." He said.

"Answer!" Jack said outside, never taking her eyes off her.

She reached for the phone and picked up. "Carter."

Jack smiled a satisfied smile. "Carter, it's me."

"Sir, it's 1200 hours. Something wrong?"

She was a bit breathless, he could tell. Something wrong? *Hell yes!* his mind screamed, *You're having sex with another man and it's not even good sex. I could fuck you a hundred different ways and make you come each time with my name torn off your lips.*

"Not really." He said closing his eyes, fighting for control. "I just received a report form Washington about some latest research into naquadah powered weapons and they wanted you to look over it ASAP. I know it's late and all… if you want I'll just come back tomorrow…"

She froze. And looked straight at Pete. Did he say *come back…* "Uh… sir?"

"Carter?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm almost to your house. Sorry for not giving you a call sooner, I've just realized how late it is. Should I come back another time?" God damn it, when had he gotten so good at lying to his 2IC? Oh yeah, the day they decided to leave IT in the damned room and pretend IT never existed. 4 years of practice.

"No!" She almost shouted. "Umm… I mean… since you're already here…"

"I'm pulling up to your house now."

She slammed the phone down and kicked Pete, who was still working to make her come, off the bed with her foot.

"Gen. O'Neill is here. Work. Get out!" She said as she ran into the bathroom to try and clean herself up a little and find something to cover herself with.

"What? Sam?"

"I'm sorry honey, I really hate to have to throw you out like this, but it's urgent."

"Sam, I'm leaving tomorrow and won't be back for a week."

She stopped as she put a bathrobe on and looked at him. "You really expect me to tell my CO to leave and that I don't have time to work because I just HAVE to fuck my boyfriend?"

To say Pete was frustrated was an understatement. Yet he got dressed quickly and she pushed him towards the door. "God damn it Sam, he could have called ahead."

"I know." She opened the door and pushed him out after giving him a quick kiss.

After hanging up the cell, Jack rushed to his truck and pulled the car back a little out of her sight and watched as she pushed Pete out the door, but didn't drive up to her driveway until he had left and she had closed the door.

He was going to wait a little.

Once she closed the door and was alone she tried to control herself. She hadn't come and she was pissed because of it. She needed to come. She had been needing to come all day. Ever since she left the base after 2 long hours of being in the same room with O'Neill. Alone. Since he was now base CO and she was 2IC of the base, there were some decisions they had to make together. And of course, in typical O'Neill fashion he had waited until they piled up. Having them spend 2 hours alone, to get them done.

She had left the base determined to come tonight as many times as possible. And she hadn't come at all. "Damn it Pete!" She said as she slumped down on her couch. "I need it so badly…"

She was still damp between her legs. And the ache was still there. Pete had done a nice job when he went down on her… she just needed a little more help and she'd be there. She looked towards the door. She could do it before he got here.

With that though in mind she scooted lower on the couch and opened her robe. One hand brushed across her belly and went down. The other grabbed her breast. As she closed her eyes Jack's face appeared in her mind. She couldn't get his voice out of her head. She tried to stop. *That's what you get when you try to masturbate just after you talked on the phone with him!* She thought frustrated. She knew she had this effect on her. His presence would linger on around her mind for hours after she was no longer next to him. His smell, the sound of his voice, the look of his face, the feel of his skin… whatever she got to touch briefly.

She didn't want to get herself off while thinking of him. Not anymore anyway, not since she had Pete. But she needed this. And the fantasies of him were so damn sweet. She continued what she was doing, her right hand slipping between her folds and finding her clit. She was wet, but as she thought about his hands replacing hers she grew even wetter and a moan was torn from her lips. She rubbed her clit hard while squeezing her breast. She could feel his rough hands over he body, pushing two fingers inside her, stretching her. "Oh. God…" she moaned. She rubbed faster. She was almost there… "Jack…" she whispered pushing her fingers deeper inside her. She was wetter now fantasizing about him, than she had been with Pete inside her. She was almost there…

There was a knock on the door. "Carter, you up?"

Shit! Shit! Shit! He was here and she still hadn't come. She debated weather she could just ignore him a few seconds more while she came and then go open the door. No. He'd get suspicious and would probably use his key. And she didn't want him seeing her like this, half-naked after just having had an orgasm. *YES you do!* her mind screamed.

"Shut up!" she said as she covered herself and went to open the door. Drying her fingers on the robe and frowning at the damp feeling between her legs…

"Sir." She said as she opened the door. She was a bit breathless and a bit flushed, but hoped he'd just blame it on having just waked her up from sleep.

He grinned inwardly. He knew. He knew exactly what she had been doing. Or trying to do. That's why he hadn't just walked up to her door after Pete left. Hell, he thought he could even smell her.

"Carter."

He brushed past her as he entered the house and she gasped, feeling a new rush of moisture between her legs. She was so turned on and so aware of his presence. And it would feel so good if he just pined her to the wall and it would be so easy for him to thrust his dick inside her right now. She was so wet and ready… She bit her lower lip forcing the thoughts out of her head.

He had taken his jacket off and was running his hands through his hair trying to dry it a little. He nodded for her to look at the file he had put on her coffee table.

She bent to pick it up and he couldn't resist the urge to come up behind her. But he didn't do anything more than just sit there. His hand in his pockets so he wouldn't grab her hips and push his rock-hard erection against her ass. But oh, how he wanted to! Thank God for his bellow the waist sweater.

When she came up she found herself pressed up with her back against his chest and overwhelmed by his smell and heat and presence. Taste… she wanted to taste him now. His tongue, his skin, his dick…

She dropped the file on the table and rushed to the kitchen. "I'll get us some coffee!" She shouted back.

He smiled. He was going to love torturing her like this. His erection was becoming painful but he wasn't going to stop. He wanted her so turned on and in need for him to just take her and push himself into her and fuck her that it hurt for her as much as it did for him.

While she poured the coffee she debated weather to go to the bathroom for a couple of minutes and get herself off quickly. But she could see he was anxious for her to read the file. She sighed. She could to this.

So she went back to the room, handed him the coffee and sat down and started reading. At first he sat in a corner outside of her line of vision and ran his hand over the bulge in his pants desperately trying to ease some of the pain. Then he moved near her and leaned over the back of the couch she was sitting on so he could breathe down her neck and get a clear view down her cleavage. The robe had parted and he could see a little of her breasts. Like he hadn't already seen her naked and close to orgasm just a few minutes ago. Her whole body shivered at the feel of his hot breath and he loved it. If he could just bend a little more and lick the side of her neck up to and around her ear and then push just the tip of his tongue inside her ear… He almost groaned so he moved to take a seat across from her.

She kept looking at him over the top of the file. His silver hair damp from the slight rain outside, his jeans and sweater fitting him impossibly well. His eyes looking around the room while she read. She squirmed a little while her eyes ran down his chest to his lap. She needed him. And she hated herself for it. He was her CO. And she had a boyfriend. But this was him. And she had always wanted him.

This had been a bad idea. He should have left when he saw Pete's truck. And she should have told him to come back tomorrow. She couldn't do this. She was going to snap at any moment and throw herself at him shoving her tongue in between those perfect lips of his and push his pants down over his hips to get access to his dick. Make a total fool of herself and have him hate her. If she only knew his self-control was slipping away just as fast as hers. The only thing keeping him in his chair was the cup of coffee he was balancing on his thigh.

By the time she finished reading the file he was so hard he couldn't believe it and she was so wet and aching she thought that if he didn't leave soon she was going to just reach under her robe and get herself off right in front of him. And that thought alone nearly undid her.

She put the file down and looked at him. She hated him. She really hated him so much, she could inflict some serious injury on him. When he had first called her she had thought there was so urgent matter to attend to. When in fact there was just a small little technical report that could have most certainly waited until Monday. Or at least until she could have come. But he had, he just had to call her. At the worst possible moment. And he had to come here. Again at the worst possible moment.

"Well sir," she said. "I'll get the assessment done tomorrow and have it on your desk by Monday morning."

*Now please get he hell out 'cause I really have some things to finish.* she thought.

His eyes snapped at her. She thought she would just quickly dismiss him so she could get back to finishing what Pete didn't. He stopped himself from grinning. "Actually Carter…" He began and she looked at him hard.

*He wouldn't dare… don't you dare you SOB or I swear if you stay just one more minute I'll rip your pants off and fuck you where you stand!* she thought clenching her fists and pushing her things together, the pressure she created delicious and so what she needed.

He noticed the movements of her thighs and licked his lips *oh, I could so help you with that Carter* he thought, but continued without skipping a beat. "I kinda promised the boys at the Pentagon you'd have something for them tonight."

Without a word she got up and went to her computer to write the assessment. He noticed her flinching as she sat down again pressing her thighs together and grinding her hips in small circles, hoping that the desk would cover he movements. But he knew. He definitely knew exactly what she was doing. So he came up to stand by her side while she wrote, forcing her to stop her movements.

She hated him. Why couldn't he just let her do this? It was like he was doing all of it on purpose, she thought. But he couldn't know what was going on with her. Could he? She wrote as fast as she could, wanting to just get it over with and get him the hell out. He was too close to her for his own good. His hips were just in her line of sight and she kept looking at his legs licking her lips. Wrapping her legs around them, his erection pressing into her… oh she could almost feel it… hot and hard…

"Done!" She almost shouted. She transferred the document on a disk and gave it to him. "Now sir, if you don't mind I'm really tired." *And so horny you wouldn't believe it!*

He let her walk him to the door but just as he was about to leave he stopped outside her door and turned, standing far too close to her for both their sake. She clenched her teeth. He smelled so good and the skin and contours of his neck were so damn hypnotizing she almost leaned in to nuzzle his neck. Almost.

"You alright Carter?" He asked. "You look a little flushed and you've been acting strange all night. You having a fever or somethin'?" As he said this he reached out his right and and brushed the back of his hand over her cheek and down her neck.

She gasped, her lips remaining open and her eyes glazed over with passion and need. He backed her into the wall behind her as his control almost snapped and he was about to rip the robe of her and bury himself into her. But just as his hand was reaching for the knot to let the robe loose, and she was thinking *yes, yes, please, please fuck me so hard we'll both pass out…* he whispered "'Night Carter. See you on Monday!" And he left.

How he managed that he will never know.

She slammed the door shut in frustration. She couldn't believe he almost got her to beg him for sex. She threw her robe off and as she jumped in her bed she spread her legs and pushed two fingers inside herself. "God…" Oh, this is what she had been needing. She started moving her fingers inside herself, hard and fast, her thumb rubbing her clit. It was good all so good, images of Jack's face from throughout the night flooding her mind, she could still smell him, feel his heat, feel him, his hands, his body, running her fingers through his silver hair… so good.

But as she kept working she realized she couldn't come. It was good, so damn good, but the orgasm wouldn't come. Her body was so wired she just couldn't come. No matter how hard she fucked herself. She even used the vibrator. Hard and fast. She just wouldn't come. Jack had managed to get her so worked up her body had no energy left to let her come, and so tuned in to his presence she knew right now she needed him to get her off. She wasn't going to orgasm without him getting her off.

"God damn you O'Neill!" she shouted. She just kept working herself to ease the ache and calm her body and when she was exhausted she gave up and wrapped her blanket around herself and fell asleep, still wet and aching for him. For him. For Jack O'Neill. *Damn you sir! Damn you to hell!*

The moment Jack walked through his front door he freed his erection. God it hurt. So badly! And damn it all too hell he almost took her right there against the wall. She was begging him to with her eyes. He knew she was wet, he could smell her. It would have been so easy for him to just enter her completely on the first stroke and it would have felt so good. But he was not going to give her the pleasure of coming. He knew she was just as worked up as he was. So he knew she would have a hard time getting herself off… if she would manage to get herself off.

As he entered the shower and the water flowed around him he tried to relax, letting the water beat down on his shoulders, running his hands through his hair. In the end he closed his hand around his erection and stroked. He needed to come or he'd die. He kept stroking, waiting for the orgasm to take him, but it wouldn't. He needed her. Why didn't he just take her then? Give her what she wanted, show her exactly what she was missing, show her he was better than Pete in every single way. He kept thinking of her and finally he managed a weak orgasm, not nearly satisfying enough, but it had to do. The thought that right now she probably needed him as much as he needed her satisfying enough. He curled up beneath his blanket and fell asleep immediately. After all the emotional strain he went through seeing her with Pete and after all the painful arousal she put him through, he had no energy left.

Part 2

It was Sunday evening and Sam was doing her usual tour around the park. She didn't get the change to run as much as she would have liked so she was taking every opportunity to do this tour. Sunday evenings were the best. The park was quiet, no people around, it was dusk and combined with the physical exercise it soothed her.

And right now she needed all the soothing she could use. She slept in late and when she woke up this morning she felt down. Pete had already left and she was still in need of an orgasm. All she could do throughout the day was think back to the night before when her CO interrupted her and Pete and then spent the next 3 hours driving her insane with want. She hadn't tried to get herself off again. She knew there was no use. What she needed was a warm hard body thrusting into her. And she knew exactly whose body she needed. And it wasn't Pete's.

She ran faster. Hoping the strain in her muscles would quiet the aching need she had for O'Neill. It wasn't possible for a man to have this much power over her. She refused to think it was. All it took was his presence in a moment she was vulnerable and now she couldn't get him out of her head.

She turned a corner on the path she ran and was just passing a gathering of trees when a hand grabbed her around the waist and pulled her off the road. Her training kicked in from second one and she fought back almost gaining the upper hand and overthrowing her attacker. But he was faster. And better. He had her pinned against a tree deep in the shadows so no one who might pass by could see. She was facing the tree trunck, her hands behind her back, his hard body against her and his right thigh between her legs.

She was stuck. But as she tried to comply with him, so he might loosen up so she could find a way out she felt him. His smell she recognized first. The scent of his soap and him. The feel of his breath against her neck, the feel of his skin as his cheek brushed hers. The planes of his body pressed against her. O'Neill. He had her trapped. She should have known. Who else could have overpowered her? He was the only man she ever met who she couldn't take.

She was about to speak, but the left hand that was around her waist came up to tangle in her hair and pull her head back, stopping her. "Don't talk! Stay quiet." He said harshly.

She moved against him. What the hell was he doing? But he pressed into her harder almost cutting her air off. She moaned when she felt his erection pressed into her ass. His lips brushed her cheek as his hand went from her hair to the front of her T-shirt and under it, cupping her breast. She fought back. Was he insane? Felt so good, but no, this wasn't happening.

"What the hell…" she started saying, when he suddenly turned her around. She couldn't see his face. It was almost dark and he had the hood of his sweatshirt was pulled over his head. So far she only knew it was him by the feel of him and his voice.

"I said, don't talk!" He ordered brushing her lips with thumb roughly.

Again she tried to fight back to get out of his grip, but there was no use. What the hell was he doing? "What are you… oh, jeez!"

He pushed his hips into her again rubbing himself against her and she gasped. "If you insist on using your mouth…" He trailed off as he powerfully pushed her to her knees in front of him. She couldn't fight his strength. Somewhere in the back of her mind she didn't think she really wanted to.

He still had her hands held tight in his right hand. As she was on her knees he undid his pants with his left hand and pulled his erection out bringing it to her mouth. She gasped and her eyes darted up to his as she tried to pull away, but she still couldn't see any of his face. His left hand went to the back of her head to stop her and he pushed her head towards him.

One moment she almost opened her lips to take him in and the next she fought to free her hands as she realized this was insane. Had he lost his mind? What the hell was he thinking jumping her like this? But he held her tight. She was not getting away. She couldn't believe that he was actually going to make her do this. Here.

He grabbed her jaw and opened her mouth by applying just the right pressure and pushed his dick in her mouth. She felt dizzy from the taste of him. He was hard and hot and God, he felt so good. He started moving his hips.

"Suck." He ordered and she did, his hand on her jaw holding her head still as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Jack groaned. "Harder!" Again she complied, stroking the underside with her tongue.

"Good… ah… so good…". He had total control over this. He was pushing as deep inside her mouth as he wanted, as fast as he wanted, forcing her to accept more and more of him.

She closed her eyes. He tasted so good and briefly she wished he would come in her mouth so she could taste more of him. That was before her sanity woke up again and made her realize her CO was forcing her to give him a blowjob and she should stop it. Not think about how she could bring him off. She moaned in protest and the vibration coursed through him almost making his knees buckle. "Christ…" He groaned. That had felt good.

Against her better judgement she sucked harder. He was intoxicating. But she wasn't comfortable with what was going on. What was he doing? Was he trying to rape her? That was stupid. She knew who he was so he wouldn't risk it. He also knew she knew him enough to know he wouldn't do that to her. Then it dawned on her. He was making sure she couldn't see his face. She didn't know for sure it was him and he wanted to keep it that way. This was about erasing the CO-subordinate status quo and it becoming more primal. He wasn't her CO now. This was about him taking what he wanted from her. This was about him dominating her, claiming her as his. Possessing her.

"Oh, yessss…" Jack pushed deeper hitting the back of her throat. Oh, that was so good. She felt so good. Especially as her teeth slightly scraped him and her breath blew over his skin.

"You're so good…" He moved faster as the sensation was shooting through his body. "So good…" He was looking down at her, the way she looked, flushed and breathless with his dick moving in and out of her mouth, her lips stretched around him. He would have loved nothing more than to just come down her throat. He was so close. And he needed release so badly.

"Enough!" He said suddenly, pulling her up and backing her against a wooden table, while he pulled his pants around his waist.

Sam managed to pull her hands free and fight back. "Stop! God damn it…". He evaded her and he threw her upon the table which offered her the chance to kick him in the ribs knocking the air out of him. But Jack recovered quickly and before she got away, grabbed her legs and held her still while he climbed on top of her, holding her hips still with his knees outside her legs.

"You're not going anywhere. I'm going to fuck you here, any way I please!" He grabbed both her hands and tied them together with a scarf then tied them to one of the wooden boards of the table. She groaned in frustration and anger. He was already removing her pants and pushing her T-shirt up to expose her breasts.

"No, don't you fucking dare!" She said fighting.

Before she could find a way to fight back efficiently, his mouth closed around a nipple and he sucked hard causing her back to arch. "Ah, God…" She moaned. That was incredible. She couldn't believe how hot and wet his mouth felt and how wonderlfully erotic it felt against her breast.

He continued to nip and bite at the skin while he pushed a hand between her legs. She tried to evade him. But there was no use. He found her clit easily and pushed hard making her hiss in exquisite pleasure just before he pushed a finger into her.

Jack felt his head spin at how wet and ready he found her. He could still feel her body fight him, her legs trying to kick him away although her hips moved with his finger.

He removed his mouth from her breast and went to bite at her neck while he spoke to her. "You are so wet. Tell me, why are you so wet? You enjoy this?" At his last words he pushed another finger inside her. She gasped and her body arched. "You want this, don't you?" He rubbed his erection against her thigh.

Then he turned her over and pulled her back so she was now bent over the table, the bonds on her hand allowing for this maneuverability. He pushed his pants down his hips and using both his hands he opened her legs. She tugged at her restraints harder. He was not doing this!

He pushed his dick inside her and she moaned loudly throwing her head back. Not this good. He couldn't feel this good. She was going insane with pleasure. He was rock hard and large and he was stretching her deliciously.

Jack held still for a moment overwhelmed by the feel of her, warm and wet. His hands tightened on her hips and he fought the urge to lean over and bury his face in her neck and tell her all the things he wanted to tell her. No, she wouldn't break him down like this. Not this easily. He grabbed her ass and he started moving. With powerful determined strokes.

Sam tried to get her hands free again. Moving restlessly beneath him, trying with futility to get him off her. He leaned over her. "Oh yeah… Move your ass for me. I love this!"

Sam groaned in frustration. She was furious by now. Fuck it felt good but she was pissed at him for taking her like this. He was thrusting harder now and she could feel her wetness drip down her thighs.

The sensations he was creating were taking over her mind. He was damn good at this. Thrusting just hard enough, hitting all the right spots, circling his hips now and then. "You're sweet… you're so sweet…" He said leaning over her and resting his weight on her. He used his hands to spread her legs wider spreading her as far as she would go and rubbing her ass as he rode her hard.

Her body started to sweat, the skin becoming slick under his hands and he moved one of his hands across her back, caressing, and twisting it in her hair to pull her head back. He could feel her inner muscles start to contract around his dick.

"You like this. I can feel it." He breathed in her ear. She moaned lost in sensation. "Do you want to come? Hard? I could make you come so hard…" He said licking the side of her neck. She started contracting more and he stopped. "But I won't." Her eyes snapped open.

"I'm raping you here and you're gonna come?" He thrust in one hard time. "You. don't. come." And with a bite to her neck he moved again. But she was so close. Any move would set her of. And yes, god damn it, that's exactly what she wanted. She started pushing back against him but he grabbed her hips and pulled himself out. "No you don't!"

Then he repositioned himself against her ass. She groaned. No, he couldn't do this. *Fuck me, you fuck me now O'Neill!!!!* she thought. Pushing her ass up to him. But instead of giving her what she wanted he opened her cheeks and pushed the tip of his dick in her ass. She screamed. And Jack leaned over her putting a hand over her mouth to quiet her.

"Tell me, have you ever been fucked up the ass before?" He asked. But he didn't wait for an answer and he pushed in a little more. Again, Sam screamed in protest into his hand. She hated anal. She never liked it when she first did it and she hadn't done it since.

Her muscled resisted so he pulled out. He needed release badly but he wasn't going to injure her. So Jack dropped to his knees and started licking her cheek, moving his tongue closer to her asshole. She moaned in pleasure. But she didn't want this. She just wanted to come and if he would just use that wonderful tongue to get her off... She tried to push her folds towards him but Jack avoided her.

"You. don't. come." He said again, biting at her ass, then pushing his tongue in her ass. Her muscles started to relax. So he pushed two fingers in her pussy for lubrication and then before she could get any use out of them he pulled then out and stuck them up her ass.

She screamed again but he had managed to stretch her enough for his dick.

"Enough!" She moaned. "Stop this, you son of a bitch!"

He stood up, covering her mouth again as he pushed himself in. She moaned, arching her back into him at the feel of his dick inside her. Without warning Jack started thrusting hard. She was so tight he felt his heart was gonna explode from the feeling. "Fuck! You're so tight! Oh God… ah… Christ!" He was moving faster, slamming into her while she tried to free at least one hand so she could fight him off her. That, or bring herself off. She had yet to decide.

*How dare you* she thought. *Stop!*

She was so close and the feel of him moving inside her was torturing her. She could come right now, just a little more help. But he wouldn't give her that.

The writhing of her body beneath him caused her muscles to contract around him and he lost it. His body jerked and then went stiff as he pushed himself as deep as he could, while the hand on her waist and the one on her mouth tightened their hold and pressed her whole body against his. With a sharp and primal scream he released with his head buried into her neck, his teeth closed around her flesh and he came inside her.

She stopped fighting. It was over. She felt Jack's warm body fall limp over her, his skin covered in sweat, and his breath hot on the back of her neck. He was so vulnerable right now. She could throw him off she could get herself free and kill him where he stood. Yet she did nothing. She allowed him to rest on her, she allowed him to stay inside her ass while he turned soft. Sam even found herself brushing her lips againts the palm of the hand he still had loosely over her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick at the skin.

While she waited Sam thought she felt him begin to nuzzle her hair and his arms wrap around her when his whole body froze and he pulled himself off her and withdrew from her body. If Jack had actually started to do that, it would have been a sign of weakness, a sign his feeling ran deeper than what had just happened and he wouldn't allow that. He cleaned himself up and fixed his clothes.

"That was good." He said as he sneaked one hand underneath her to grab a breast. "You're a good fuck. So wet, so hot, so tight." He continued as he rubbed her nipple. Then he leaned in and pushed the tip of his tongue in her ear. "I loved fucking your mouth." He whispered and released her hands.

By the time she managed to turn around, her muscles stiff, he was already gone.

"You son of a bitch!" She said.

She felt the wetness from her juices and his semen drip down her legs. He could have made her come. Hard. But he made sure she didn't. He took what he wanted, everything he wanted and she still hadn't come.

Sam used the cloth he had ties her hands with to clean herself, then she got dressed and went home not stopping once until she reached the shower. She washed her sweat and their mixed juices off and then she just stood there under the beat of the water.

She slowly moved her legs apart and pushed two fingers inside herself. She hated to admit how horny he got her even with forced sex. She refused to think about it. She was furious with him for having done what he did, no matter how damn good it had been. Even the anal. It felt nothing like she remembered it. It felt amazing and intoxicating. It felt primal and erotic. He was thick and hot and hard and she could have had him fuck her for hours more. But she hated him for not letting her get something out of that.

She managed a weak orgasm as she remembered the feel of his hard dick inside her, an orgasm which was barely satisfying and now she knew for sure that she was bound by him and that she will never find release unless he gave it to her. And right now she would do anything to make him give it to her. Beg, cry, plead. She needed him so much. But she knew that by morning she would have somehow buried this ever-present need that had been reawakened back under her self control.

She turned the shower off and went to sit on her bed. What if she called him right now? What would he say? "Thank you for a great orgasm?" It must have been a great one given the way his body had trembled and the bite he had left on her right shoulder. She wouldn't call him. Forget what he would say. She would probably actually beg for him to come over and finish it. And then do it all over again.

Sam slumped on the bed and covered her eyes. Damn it, damn her, she had enjoyed it. Him forcing her to accept him like that. The way he overpowered her, the way he used her body. She was outraged, yes, but she had never felt something that good. She trusted him that much. Enough for him to do this to her and have her not fear him. For him to force himself on her and her to enjoy it. Be mad at him, yes. But still admit it was good.

But she would find a way to fight this hold he had on her. He had no right to control her body like this. With that thought in mind she went to sleep.

Part 3

Jack O'Neill paced his office restlessly. In the last hour he had tried just about every trick he could think of to take his mind off the events that had taken place the evening before between him and Sam. He even tried getting some work done. He had gotten as far as actually opening the folder before slamming it shut again and standing to pace the office.

That was an hour ago.

It was almost mid day. He had figured that by now Carter would have either busted into his office and had his ass for what he did. Or he would have already received a phone call or the visit of two MPs informing him of his court martial. Yet nothing had happened.

He knew she was on base. He had made a point to ask the surface check-in officer to announce him the moment Col. Carter came in. She had been on base since 8 a.m. Damn it what was she trying to do to him?

He hadn't slept all night. Once he had gotten home he nearly crashed on his living room floor. The reality of what had happened and the memory of it, the feel of her, the intensity of his orgasm had caught up with him. It took a lot of effort for him to actually get undressed, shower and get in bed. And even with how exhausted he was, sleep refused to come.

The only thing his mind seemed capable of was recollecting the events. The feel of her skin, the feel of her mouth on his dick, how wet and hot she had been when he pushed inside of her. He was still dizzy from how responsive her body had been to him. How close she had come to orgasm, how quickly, how aroused she was, how willingly her body had received him. All of him. Everything he had had to give. Oh, he could have made her come so hard she would have passed out. He had been so tempted to do just that. Show her right there and then who was superior between him and Pete. He had almost given in to that temptation of completely submitting her to him, to giving her what he wanted. He wanted to hear her scream in orgasm.

He hadn't come as hard as he had come inside of her in years. It had taken the air out of his lungs. And nothing had ever, ever in his life felt as good as her body warm and comforting beneath his as he was recovering. He remembered with a little fear how close he had come to loosing all the walls and barriers he had spent years putting up around him. His hands had started to come around her body to hold her closer to him, his face was buried in her hair inhaling her scent and his lips were just about to start caressing her neck with the intention to move to her face to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, every inch of that beautiful face he loved so much. But he had recovered quickly. And he had pulled himself away from her. As far away from her as he could get, as fast as he could get.

Although he had been a little surprised when later he had realized that she had allowed him to rest his weight on her. After he had come she had allowed him to stay on her and inside her. He had been so weak then and so vulnerable she could have easily gotten free and taken her revenge. And she must have known it. He was sure she had known it. He was aware of his own weakness even as he had fallen limp on her. Yet she stayed still.

The night had passed oh so very slowly. Every 10 minutes he had contemplated just driving back to her house, crawl into her bed and spend the rest of the night with her. But if he had tried to do that she would have just castrated him and kicked him out. So he remained in his own bed.

Jack slumped in his seat and rested his hands on his folded arms on the desk. He was getting hard just thinking about how many more things he would have loved to do to her.

Again he stared moving around the room. Why hadn't she fought him when he had been the weakest? Why hadn't she pressed charges or come here and hurt his ass. He knew that somewhere deep inside her she had enjoyed what they had done. But he had expected Sam to obey the protocols she had lived by her entire life. He was never a man of rules and regulations. She however was. Yes she had loved it, but he knew she hated it just as much.

"Damn it! Enough!" He said to himself. He was going to find out what was going on and just what part of her had won.

But before he could do anything he saw the members of SG1 gather in the briefing room. *Figures.* He thought. They had a briefing scheduled for… right about… now.

So he hid his turmoil behind his usual indifferent expression and walked in the room.

"Ok, kids." He said rubbing is hands together. "Lets try and make this short. I wanna be done with this by lunch."

He took his seat and was more than aware by Carter's presence as she sat near him. She flushed a little as she had first seen him enter the room. And he had noticed. And enjoyed it all too much. She had worked hard that morning to get her feelings under control. To just forget what feelings he had awakened in her. To not go see him the minute she entered the base and make him talk to her. Tell her what he wanted from her. Tell him what she wanted from him. That she wanted him, all of him and only him.

On her part Sam noticed nothing different about him as he walked in the briefing room. He had looked her straight in the eye without even as much as a flinch, he had nodded a friendly salute in her direction and sat down. Like usual.

She was stunned. How could he be so casual after everything that had happened? She wasn't willing to discuss it on base either, but something, anything, there was supposed to be SOMETHING there, in him to give her an idea about where she stood with him. But she got nothing.

So Sam had simply taken he seat and Daniel and Teal'c started the briefing. She didn't even care what it was about. She was gonna read the report. Right now she was just sneaking glances at him. His face was soft and calm, his eyes alive and alert. Her gaze stopped at his lips. They were slightly parted and she got brief views of his tongue moving across his teeth. She was starting to breathe faster. What would it feel like to push her tongue between those lips and teeth to tangle with his? She tore her eyes off his lips when he moved a little and her eyes now found the skin at the base of his neck, just above the collar of his back T-shirt extremely fascinating. Slightly tanned and looking all so delicious. She was sure it would taste like his scent. Strong and all male with a hint of the after shave he uses. She broke away from him when it was her turn to mention something.

Jack didn't bother to look too interested in what the briefing was about. That in itself would have been suspicious. He was just as he always was. Although only he knew that he managed that by focusing on just about everything else possible in the in room except Carter. He was actually paying great interest to what Teal'c and Daniel had to say.

Se couldn't believe it. Had what happened last evening meant so little to him? He was treating her like he always had. He had just attacked her last night, he had forced her into sex with him, in a public place. And now he was totally over it. She almost snorted. He was behaving as if he hadn't fucked her so close to what should have been a mind-blowing orgasm she could still feel it. He was conducting the briefing so relaxed. Asking her this or that now and then, looking at her and listening to what she had to say.

*Like you didn't push me to my knees just a few hors ago and shoved your dick into my mouth* She though looking straight at him. *Now you want me to talk! Didn't find much use for my lips then, except to suck you off.* Damn it, she was getting wet. Which was a fitting revenge given the fact that he had walked around all morning with a hard on.

The briefing was over in less than 1 hour. One of the hardest hours Jack had ever had to go through. All he left like doing was grabbing Carter by the arms, throw her on the briefing room table and make her scream as he made her come over and over again.

"You gonna be joining us for lunch Jack?" Daniel asked as he was cleaning up his papers.

"Yeah. Sure. Be there in just a sec." He said not even turning around as he walked towards his office. He had a major hard on he had to take care of before he was able to look at Carter again. That, or he would have made good on his promise and fuck her until she passed out.

When Jack walked in the mess hall, SG1 was already seated around a table eating. He grabbed a tray and food and joined them making sure he sat opposite Carter. He loved seeing her flush a discreet shade of pink each time she saw him.

"So, Sam?" Daniel asked. "Did anything interesting this Sunday? You said you had some things you had to take care of when we spoke in the morning."

Leave it to Daniel to bring up a conversation topic she most definitely wanted to avoid. She risked a look in Jack's direction and for his part he seemed to have forgotten all about his food and was just looking at her. Waiting. *Fine* She thought. *Two can play this game. You wanna be dirty and indifferent, sir? Watch this.*

"Yeah." She answered. "I was just feeling tense all weekend. Needed some release…" She paused a little, not enough for the others to notice but just enough to see Jack's eyes flash bright a little with shock, before she continued. "… from all the stress I've been feeling. You know, just needed to stretch a few muscles…"Here she had the pleasure of hearing Jack choke on his food. "…work up a sweat. A little physical exercise."

Again she looked at O'Neill. He was just recovering from his cough and he looked at her flushed and surprised. *Stretch a few muscles? Work up a sweat?* What the hell was she doing? He left like everyone knew by now exactly what had happened, because for him every word she said flashed an image from the previous night before his eyes. He looked at the other two men. They were oblivious. Yep, this was for his benefit entirely.

"You had any chance to do some running?" Daniel asked. Sam froze. Jack found his food all too fascinating.

"Yeah." She said.

"And?" Daniel just had to keep pushing. "Felt as good as you remembered it? You've been talking about how long it had been since you did some actual running for days!"

She looked from Daniel to Jack. He looked too smug for his own benefit. And she was gonna fix that because she knew he knew her next words were going to be about what had happened that evening between the two of them.

"Actually Daniel, it was hardly anything worth mentioning." His jaw hit the floor. "I guess the expectations were just too great. It didn't do anything for me and I didn't even get to stretch any muscles properly. Left me completely unsatisfied."

He was in complete and utter shock. What had she just said? And did she just mention that not stretching any muscles part looking straight at him? Hey, did she mean to say she though he had a small dick? He narrowed his eyes at her. *Small my ass!* He thought. *You didn't seem to think so last night when I fucked you up the ass and you were screaming your head off!*

"So what are you all doing next weekend?" Jack asked as he recovered from Sam's words.

"Why?" Teal'c asked.

"Well… how about we all gather at my place for a get together? We haven't done that in a longtime. And since Carter here says she needs to relax, this might be just the thing. So? How about it?"

Daniel and Teal'c accepted on the spot. Sam however hesitated.

"Carter?" He waited for a response. "Well? What?"

"Actually, Pete's coming over and…"

"Oh, what the hell, bring him over." He said. The rest of the table looked at him in shock. "What? Since the two of you are so serious, I might as well get to know the guy. Make sure he's all good to you and all."

His words hit her point blank. Leaving aside his sweet over protective attitude, it was the "good" part that, in her current aroused state, pained her. No, he wasn't good to her. Not the way the man currently sitting across the table from her was. The passion and the fire she felt when she was anywhere near Jack, the madness, the desire, the way he made her body feel. Pete failed to give her orgasms on a regular basis now days. It hadn't been like this at first. But as thing evolved and she realized more and more he wasn't the one she loved, her body started loosing its responsiveness to him. And now after her close encounter with Jack she knew that no other man would ever be able to make her come again.

"Ok, I'll bring him." She said. "Next Saturday."

She smiled and got up to leave and as she walked out the room she turned to risk one more look at his face and caught him starring at her ass. That's when he blushed. Bright red. She giggled and he heard her. *Please sir, blushing when I catch you staring! Like you haven't come up my ass!* She walked away shaking her head.

Next Saturday. He had a plan and she knew it. She wanted to see what next Saturday would bring. And as the week passed the waiting got harder. For Sam anyway. Jack, for his part knew exactly what he was up to. And he had all the things planned, back up plans in place, everything carefully considered.

He spent the rest of the week in total calm. Which drove her up the walls. There were no more discussions with sexual innuendoes or references to that Sunday evening. There was no more blushing. He was still starring, but he just casually looked away when caught. He wasn't acting guilty anymore.

So everyone waited. Sam in frustration, Jack planning. Both of them struggling for release alone night after night. Sam still without a satisfying release from a warm human body. By the time Pete would get here it would be a weak since her CO had interrupted them and left her aching for an orgasm. One which she only got from her own fingers or her vibrator, pushed as deep inside her as possible, after exhausting work.

She was going insane with need for a real orgasm. And by God, if Pete wasn't going to deliver one way or another, she was just going to walk up to Jack, rip her pants off, spread her legs for him and beg him to do anything he'd want to do, only to let her come.

Part 4

Jack was on his fourth beer and the barbeque hadn't even started properly. He hadn't touched alcohol until Sam appeared. With Pete. Like he had asked. At least she was here. The first thing she did when she walked around his house to the back and saw him was to look at him for any sign that he suddenly thought having Pete was a bad idea. He smiled happily at her and she relaxed. He was just glad she had come. Screw Pete.

Then however as he kept seeing them hold hands and touch each other he stared regretting he had asked her to bring him. They had refrained from kissing each other, but he knew that was because she kept avoiding Pete. She wasn't comfortable herself with that much display of affection before her CO. So they just kept touching. But when Pete came from behind her, when they thought no one was watching and started caressing her breasts Jack lost it. He grabbed the bear from Daniel's hand and downed it!

What was she thinking? Of course he'd be watching. How could she think he'd ever let her out of his sight? Jack was pissed. And hurt.

Ever since then Jack had just kept on drinking and Sam had managed to keep Pete's hands off her. He wasn't drunk yet and Jack really didn't plan on getting drunk. He was just trying to get pleasantly intoxicated enough to not care about what she did, or with whom.

But then she was carrying the plates outside to eat and he wanted to get in at the same time so they ended up bumping into each other. Sam was about to fall and Jack just reacted and wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her. Which of course was a very bad idea. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, one of his hands had somehow ended up under the shirt she was wearing outside her skirt and his breath was brushing across her face. She tried to move which only made her aware of the fact that he had one of his legs in between hers for support.

Sam closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Which was another bad idea because all she could smell was him. And she had just gotten a deep breath of his scent, a scent that was forbidden to her. She wasn't supposed to smell him. She wasn't allowed to. Because his scent was intoxicating and made her think of all the possible sinful things she could to him. "Sorry." She tried to say with a shaking voice. "I wasn't looking."

Sam smiled at him and he moved to steady her and let her walk away, but damn it, his hands just seemed to have an idea of their own as now they both ended up under her shirt and moved around to brush against her belly. Her entire body quivered and she nearly dropped the plates again. He had to stop. Right now. Before Pete came around and found her with her CO's hand up her shirt. So he moved. But this wasn't over yet. He was just getting started.

She moved away from him panting and flushed and damn it why hadn't she worn pants because then she would have been able to rub herself against the thigh he had had between hers.

When they sat to eat Pete sat across from her and Jack just accidentally sat next to her. He grinned. Except from the little bump in the doorway, when he nearly lost all his self-control, this was going great. He kept brushing her arms with his, he kept looking at her intensely, he kept brushing his left leg against her right one. He even went as far as to hook his foot behind hers and then lean in front of her as he tried to reach for something on the table. Which of course required having his left hand across her waist for support. Only that when he sat up straight again he didn't remove his hand. He just left it there.

Sam went very still. She wasn't moving an inch. She could feel his hand brushing against her back. And then she felt it slip lower and under her shirt, but it didn't go up. Instead he slipped his fingers under the waist of her skirt and she bit her lower lip trying to stop her moan. Her right hand gripped his thigh and he stilled.

"Stop…. please…" She said as slowly as she could. She was panting and she was flushed and she was getting far too aroused.

Jack removed his hand but didn't stop. Throughout the meal he made sure she was too aware of him next to her. Up until he couldn't take it anymore himself and he needed to get away from her for just one minute to regain his sanity. He had been just this close from actually putting his hand up her skirt and stroke her through her panties. *Get away, get away now!* His mind screamed.

So Jack sat up and pulled his shirt to cover well bellow his waits and excused himself. He entered his kitchen and grabbed some ice out of the cooler, wrapped it in a towel and put it against his face. When he looked up he saw Sam get up from the table and walk towards the house. She entered and came to the kitchen to drop off some empty glasses and plates. Jack was leaning against the fridge and watched her as she stopped in the door then looked outside. They were alone. In his house. No one would see them.

"Need help with that, Carter?" He asked calmly.

"No. Thank you, sir." She went to the sink to put them in. "I think that maybe Pete and I are going to leave a bit early." She said and his heart dropped.

He threw away the towel with the ice and walked up behind her and put his hands on the edge of the sink on either side of her. Sam closed her eyes and tried to stay calm. *He's your CO, he's your CO*, she kept telling herself to no effect.

"Why is that Carter? You not feeling to good?" He said slowly in her ear. "You know, you do look a little flushed. You running a fever?" He asked again, just as he did that night at her house. Only that this time instead of his hand he used his lips, running them across her cheek. She turned her face to give him better access and leaned in to his touch. God he felt good. SO warm and soft. Undemanding and loving.

"No, no fever." He said barely a whisper across her face. "So what is it bothering you?" His right hand moved to the edge of her skirt and then under it across her bare leg scraping his nails across her skin.

Her eyes looked out the window. She knew that the ones outside couldn't see inside but she was still worried. His fingers slipped inside her panties and she pushed her hips towards his fingers, and he pushed them through her folds. "Ah… now this is what's bothering you. You're turned on." He moved his fingers across her flesh. "What got you so wet Carter?" He ran his tongue across her ear and bit the lobe. "I could do you right here and they wouldn't know." She moaned loudly. "Would you like that?" She refused to say anything and he withdrew his fingers.

"Please…" She bit her lips against the words but it was too late. They had already slipped out.

"Tell you what you're going to do. After everyone leaves, you'll send Pete home. I don't care what you tell him as long as he's gone. Then I'm going to fuck you in a hundred different ways and make you come screaming for all the pagan gods each time. I'm going to fuck you until you can't come anymore and the sheets are wet with your sweat and juices. And then I'll come inside you in every possible way." Her whole body shuddered at his words. "Or… you can leave anytime you want and we'll just go about things like nothing ever happened."

"I'll stay." She said and he felt like he could die right now and he'd die a very happy man. She trusted him. With what, he didn't know, but he knew that she had just put her whole self in his hands and she was his. And damn it if he wasn't going to make good on his word. He wasn't going to say thank you or anything like that. The only thing he allowed himself to do to show his gratitude and reassure her was to kiss her forehead.

"But until then you're going to have to help me out with this." He continued as he pushed his hips to her and rubbed his hard on against her ass. She pushed back rotating her hips and felt his knees start to give. Jack started pulling her skirt up again when she grabbed his hands.

"No." She said turning around. "Something else I want to do. Give me this choice." He nodded and the next thing he knew she was on her knees before him undoing his pants. "You never gave me the chance to let me finish this last time. And I so wanted to." She continued. "Spent the rest of the night wondering what you really taste like."

Just as she was pushing his pants and boxers over his hips she felt Jacks hands grabbing her arms and pulling her to her feet and before she could protest he grabbed her head to hold her still and crushed his mouth to hers, forcefully pushing his tongue in between her lips and into her mouth. He kissed her deeply and slowly moving his tongue across hers, around her mouth, exploring every inch of her he could reach. He was sweet. He tasted so sweet. And warm. Soft and hard at the same time, his lips molding to hers so perfectly.

*Don't show weakness, don't show weakness.* He kept repeating to himself, trying to hide the fact that her words had almost broken him. He had to kiss her. It was a sign of weakness, he knew that. He was sure of that. Kissing was for lovers, for love, for passion. Not for fucking. But he also knew that if he didn't kiss her right then he was going to crash and burn.

And just as suddenly he pulled away. And grinned looking her straight in the eye. His heart was racing and Sam felt him dig his fingers in her upper arms in his attempt to regain his cool. She didn't want him to. She finally managed to get him as hot and bothered as she had been the past week and she wanted him that way. She had enjoyed him like that. His tongue had been hot and hard in her mouth, demanding, possessing, pushing and exploring.

Jack pushed her back to her knees and tangled his hands in her hair. Not pushig, not controling, just holding on. He kept looking at her as she freed his erection and lick her lips as she looked up at him. "Come on, Carter, lets see how good you are."

She scraped her nails across his inner things, moving closer to his dick but avoided him and moved to hold his hips. "Carter…" He said a little breathless as she was kissing his thighs. "We don't have time…Oh shit… yes!" She cut him off by running the tip of her tongue up the underside of his dick.

"Don't rush me." She said before she took the tip of his dick in her mouth and started sucking.

"Oh yesss!" He breathed. "You like having me in your mouth, don't you." He spoke as he tightened his hands in her hair. "Oh, you're so good…". He thrust in her mouth a little more to make her take more of him and she did, scraping lightly with her teeth. Sam started sucking harder and harder, taking him in until he hit the back of her throat and she felt his knees weaken.

She felt incredible. She was doing all the right things to him and he loved it. God, she was actually back throating him. Jack threw his had back and closed his eyes, absorbing the sensations that were coursing through him. "Oh God, Carter… That's it… come on, get me off."

She moved her head faster and felt his hand move over hers to slowly move it from his waist lower and lower until he moved her hand to cup his balls. Sam complied, caressing his sac in time with her mouth. He kept his hand over hers, feeling her move, feeling her caress his balls. He forced himself to open his eyes and look down on her. He moved his other hand from her hair to her cheek. The sight of his dick slipping in and out of her mouth was hypnotizing. He couldn't look away.

"Christ…" He moaned loudly. "You're so good at sucking me." She caressed the shaft with her tongue before circling the tip with it. He gasped when he felt her scrape him with her teeth on her way back down him. "Oh God Carter, do that again!" She did and she felt his whole body shudder. "I'm gonna come…" He felt Sam wrap her lips tighter around him at his words and work him harder and faster. Jack moved the hand he had on her cheek to the back of her head "Swallow…" He said as he slightly thrust his hips against her mouth in time with her movements. Sam had no intention to move her head. She doubted he would have let her. She had asked ot let her bring him off in her mouth, and now that's exactly what he intended to do. Come down her throat.

She felt his body shudder as his orgasm ran through him and he thrust as deep in her mouth as he could trying to keep his scream quiet but barely managing. He came in her mouth and she swallowed all of him while still slowly working her mouth on him and massaging his balls.

When his body relaxed she let him slip out of her mouth and stood up. She was about to move away from him and help him dress when they heard Pete's voice as he walked in.

"Sam? You ok? Where are you?" Her eyes shot towards Jack but he remained calm. He still had one hand on the back of her head and the other keeping her hand on his balls. He also had his back to the counter that separated his kitchen area from the rest of the living space.

She made a move to get as much space between her and Jack as she could in the short time before Pete came in but Jack didn't let her. He allowed her to back away one step and removed his hand from around her neck, but he kept her hand firmly in place on his balls, instructing her to keep massaging him as small tremors still coursed his body in the aftermath of his orgasm. "Deal with him." He whispered.

"Oh, here you are Sam." Pete said has he approached the kitchen area. "You ok?"

"Yes" She said quickly trying to stop him from coming closer and seeing her with her CO's dick in her hand. "Could you please go bring my cell phone from outside? Hope you don't mind, but I have to make a call. Something came up."

"Everything ok, I hope." Jack looked at her impatient and moved his free hand up her skirt and inside her panties.

"Please…" Sam said closing her eyes and Jack wondered whether she was still talking to Pete. Then he moved to push a finger inside her and saw her eyes snap open. "The phone."

Her boyfriend turned and went back outside and she grabbed a hold on his ram. "You're really getting off on having me come in your mouth. Look how wet you are. You wet for me, Carter?" He said moving a finger through her folds, then removing it and licking it off. He then leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I am going to love seeing just how wet you can get for me, Carter. It tastes so good, I want more of it. I wanna see just how hard you can come and what you're willing to do for it."

Then he moved away from her, fixing his clothes and walking outside like nothing ever happened.

Part 5

Daniel and Teal'c were ready to leave rather early in the evening despite Jack's request that they stay a little longer. After Carter's blowjob he had played the perfect host the rest of the day. Only now and then looking at her and smiling a dirty little smile in her direction when she looked. He couldn't wait to get her alone. Of course he was aware of the fact that by the time Pete would want to leave she could very well change her mind and leave with him. But he wasn't going to let that happen. One way or another he was going to keep her here.

Just as Jack was showing them out he caught Sam talking with Pete with the corner of his eye. This was the moment of truth. He had no idea what she was saying but by the growing disappointment on his face he could guess that she was telling him to leave without her.

"Ok, guys, see you on Monday." He said to Daniel and Teal'c and then turned to Pete who was walking towards the door as well. "Sorry, Pete." He said with what sounded like real regret. "But I need her for tonight." Sam blushed. She understood the exact meaning of his words even of Pete didn't.

Pete just nodded in his direction. Jack could tell the man was becoming more and more annoyed by the fact that every time he tried to spent some time with Sam her CO always seemed to request her assistance for one thing or another. And Jack enjoyed every minute of it. Reinforcing his place in Carter's life and pushing Pete slowly out of it. Jack stepped back a little and let Sam say her good-byes and close the door once Pete left.

And just as soon as she had locked it she felt his body behind her. He pressed her slightly against the door, her back to him and his hands came around her body to caress her breasts through her shirt while his teeth started nipping at the skin of her throat. "I hope he's not expecting you home anytime tonight." He said as he stoked her roughly though her shirt. "Because this is going to take all night." He finished by pushing his hips against her ass to let her know exactly what he was talking about.

"Give me your breasts." He said removing his hands and holding her hips to rub himself against her. He wanted her to undress herself for him. To have her give every inch of her body to him. She fumbled with the buttons of her shirt and the front clasp of her bra. And just as soon as it was undone his hands were on her breasts again. Stroking her skin, pinching her nipples to feel them tighten at his touch. His mouth was still licking her neck, running his teeth against her skin, in a slight threat of bodily harm, nipping here and there. He loved her taste.

Then he turned her around and bent his head to take a breast in his mouth. Her hands grabbed his head but he pulled them away and pinned them to the door. Sam moaned in frustration but he ignored her. This was his show. He sucked her hard until she arched her back and moaned again then licked the skin and moved to nip at the underside of her breast. His tongue darted out and he licked her breastbone up to he hollow of her throat. One long, wet lick. And he moved to kissing the path of her jugular up to her ear. "Are you getting wet?" He asked her while he kept kissing her neck.

Her only answer was a low groan and a vain attempt to free her hands from his grasp. "Why do you want to free your hands, Carter?" He asked while he moved his mouth along her jaw so he could start kissing the other side of her neck. His lips wet and demanding against the sensitive skin. "So I can touch you." She said slow and rough trying again to get free. His tongue darted out from between his lips to place open mouth kisses along her neck just before biting the skin he caressed.

"Actually, I for one like you better like this." He said and moved his head to the breast he neglected before and started licking the nipple. "Oh God…" Sam breathed when she felt his teeth close around the nipple and tug.

"Remove your skirt." He ordered as he freed her hands. "I want to touch you." He knelt before her and started touching and kissing her belly, taking great pleasure in the way her muscles rippled beneath his controlling touch.

Her hands unzipped her skirt and let it and the panties fall to the floor. He moved one hand lower and pushed one finger through her folds. She was already wet and her hips bucked under his touch. He cupped all of her with his hand and stroked his fingers through her spreading the moisture around her folds and her upper thighs, then pushing further and touching the globes of her ass. He pushed two damp fingers in between and rubbed her asshole. "I love your ass." He moaned against the skin of her belly. He moved the other hand in between her legs and started rubbing her. She was weak on her feet and started thrusting her hips towards him to get him to just fuck her somehow. Fingers, tongue, dick, anything. She just wanted him inside her.

He stood up and grabbed her hand leading her to the living room. He sat on the sofa and cleared the coffee table by pushing everything on the floor. "Sit." He told her and she did. He lay back in his seat and watched her. She was panting and flushed and naked from the waist down. "Spread your legs." She did as he asked and he could see how wet she was. The soft light in the room was enough for him to see every detail of her body.

His hands moved to the belt of his pants and she found herself staring and licking her lips. *God, yes.* She thought. *Please sir, get that inside me now!* She moved her legs further apart and pushed her hips towards him. He grinned at her. "Not so fast Carter! I'm not going to fuck you just yet. But this is getting to painful here." Sam groaned in frustration and as he had removed his jeans she moved from her place on the table and straddled him on the couch. "Stop playing games, you son of a bitch!" She said as she grabbed the back of his head with one hand and pushed her tongue in his mouth while she stroked him through his boxers with the other. His eyes rolled back in his head. "You want this just as badly as I do. Look how hard you are." She said breaking the kiss for air.

He pushed his hips into her hand but at the same time he retook control and grabbed her wrists removing her hands from him. He stood up and her legs immediately wrapped around his waist for support, which brought her crotch in contact with his erection. He could feel her heat through the cotton barrier and even the moisture. "Fuck, Carter!" He moaned.

He threw her back on the table and her pinned her down with his body. "You do as I say!" He ordered. "You do as I say or I end this right now and you get to go home to your boyfriend. Tell me Carter, can he make you come?"

Sam looked at him with angry eyes. "You wouldn't dare!" She thrust her hips against his hard dick and felt him thrust back, a harsh moan torn from his chest. "And what are you gonna do then, General? Jerk yourself off? You need to this!" He grinned an evil grin at her.

"Oh, now Carter… I can give you a quick fuck to get myself off with your body, leave you unfinished and send you home. Think your boyfriend can finish the job?"

He moved his mouth to her breast again and bit slightly. "Tell me Carter, how hard do you think he could make you come?" Jack heard her swear above him. He moved to look her straight in the eye. "You do as I say, you do everything I say or we end this right now." She saw he was serious. "I've spent the last eight years with cold showers, painful hard ons and quick jerkoffs, it's a second nature! Don't think I can't throw you out the damned door."

She stopped fighting. His words were honest and the pain mixed with sorrow that flashed across his face broke her. "I'll do what you say."

He got up from on top of her and again took his seat on the couch. "Now sit up and spread your legs." He repeated and she obeyed. "Touch yourself. I want to see you work to bring yourself off." She closed her eyes and moved her hand down her belly and started rubbing her clit and dipping in lower to push a finger inside herself. Jack watched hypnotized. This had to be the most erotic sight he had ever seen, or will ever see. "Push another finger in." He told her. Sam opened her eyes and looked at him as she added another finger. She heard him groan as he saw her stretch herself.

He stood up and went around her to remove the rest of her clothes. "Keep working." He said when she was naked and she kept stoking herself. He knelt behind her and started touching her breasts form behind while he kissed the back of her neck. He started licking her spine between her shoulder blades and her body arched. "I'm close…" She said. "I'm so close… Oh God, I need it… help me…" He kept licking her skin and he moved a hand to grab the wrist of the hand that was between her legs. "Make yourself come." He instructed and pushed her hand deeper inside her. She arched her body again and she stoked harder and faster as his hand kept holding her wrist.

"I can't!" She sobbed. "I can't get myself off. Please, I need you, I can't…" She pushed her fingers deeper in. " God, I can't, I can't. Damn you, sir please!" He stood up and came around to kneel in front of her and removed her hand to replace it with is own hand and mouth. His lips closed around her clit and started sucking and grazing it with his teeth while two of his fingers pushed inside of her. "Oh yes…" He heard her say with relief. "That's so good. Let me come…" He pushed his fingers deeper inside her, feeling her juices run down his fingers.

He flexed his fingers as he withdrew them and hit just the right spot. Sam's whole body shuddered and she screamed. "You like that do you?" He asked smiling and did the maneuver again. "Ah yes, yesss!" He felt her hands grip his shoulders for support as her internal muscles stared to contract around his hand. He sucked hard on her clit and she came screaming on his fingers. He loved the sight of her. Her head was thrown back, her face and chest flushed, her body shuddering and her hands tugging frantically at his shoulders trying to get him as close to her body as possible.

He removed his fingers, when she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Liked that, did you?" He said pulling her off the table and removing the remainder of his clothes in the process. Sam's hands immediately went to caress his chest, running her nails across his nipples. He groaned deep in his chest as she bent her head to lick one then the other, feeling the vibration in his chest. His skin tasted so good. It was a taste she was never going to get enough of. He sat on the couch and pulled her along with him, while she kept licking and kissing every inch of his skin she could reach. "Oh, I've got something even better for you." He said as he grabbed her head and tugged at her head to look at her face. "Ride me." He said.

She grabbed his shoulders for support and moved to straddle him. He pulled her closer to suck at her neck and ear lobe as he felt her wrap her lean, soft hips agianst his and slid down on his dick taking his entire length on the first stroke. He pushed against her almost immediately to get her to start moving and she complied. She moved up and down on him pushing hard against him each time trying to get more of him inside her and circling her hips every now and then. "Oh, that's it…" He breathed. "Come on, fuck yourself. God, you're so wet!"

Jack began thrusting his hips up against hers and she started to moan louder and louder. He wrapped his arm around her and in one swift move had her pinned beneath him on the couch. He grabbed her thighs with his hands and spread her legs wider. She put her arms around his waist and dug her nails in as she felt his dick slide deeper inside her. She kept her legs as spread as he pushed them while he grabbed her behind her shoulders for leverage and started thrusting deep, hard and fast. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. "God Carter!" He almost screamed. "That's it, come again for me." He thrust in deeper, grinding his pubic bone against her clit. Her hips jerked and she bit on his shoulder to keep from screaming. "I won't. I can't…" He moved one hand to caress a breast.

"Yes you can Carter. Come on, I can feel you tight around me. You're getting wetter as I'm fucking you."

"Don't hold back." Sam said almost with regret. "I never come twice in one night. It's ok, Please, sir, let go." She moved her right hand to caress his balls but he stopped her and looked her in the eye.

"I'm not done with you. I'm not letting you until you come." He thrust in to mark his words. "And you will come again. And again, and again… oh fuck… until I say we're done." His hand moved lower and he pinched her clit. He leaned more of his body on hers and changed the angle to hit her G spot. With every inward thrust he felt her body shake and she grabbed hold of his head and pulled at his short hair while she burried herface in his neck and bit. "I can't… ah… oh my God. That's so deep… so deep…" He pushed harder on her clit while he bit her ear lobe and she came again, squeezing his dick with her muscles. Her arm crushed his body to her chest and her whole body spasm and he allowed himself to come with her. His hips jerked against hers and while he groaned deep and low, he pushed as deep in as he could.

Her body went limp under his and he moved out of her body and off her to let her breath. He pulled her up with him in a sitting position and she rested against his body. He let her rest against him while he recovered himself and when he felt her breath even he told her "Bed. Now." Jack took her hand and led her to his bedroom. He pulled back the covers and she lay down. Jack got in and spooned his warm, sweat covered body up behind her. They were lying on their left side and he pulled her ass tight against his soft dick and with his hand coaxed her right thigh over his to open her up. He started caressing her inner thigh and she bent her head back to rest it against him. His hand moved closer and closer to her folds. Her upper thighs were damp from their mixed juices and he gathered a little of the moisture and brought his fingers to her lips. His mouth came over hers and trapped his fingers between their lips. She moaned at the taste of his tongue and them. Her hand came up behind his head to hold him to her as her tongue darted between his fingers to hears his mouth. His fingers slipped out from between their mouths and went back down to her folds.

"What are you doing?" She breathed against his lips. He just said "I'm not done with you." And started caressing her again, but this time he went slow. He rubbed her clit with slow movements, dipping now and then between her fold for lubrication. He pushed just the tip of his finger inside her and moved it around. She continued to kiss him, pushing her tongue deep in his mouth. He stared pushing the tip of two fingers inside of her while his thumb brushed against her clit. He broke the kiss and used his other hand to turn her head so that he could have access to the nape of her neck. He started brushing his lips against it and then his movements started to speed up. He pushed the entire length of his fingers inside her and he started to suck at the skin of her neck. His other hand wrapped around her waits and pushed her ass firmer against his hardening dick. He finger fucked her fast and she started to moan and thrash around in his arms. "Oh yes, come! Come for me Carter… oh yeah, just like that!" He felt her muscles grip his fingers and she arched in his arms from the waves that coursed through her body. Again she screamed. Loudly. It was so good it was almost painful.

Jack allowed her to recover while her moved his lubricated fingers behind her to rub them against her asshole. He rubbed and pushed in slowly. Opening her ass with his other hand. She was moving against his hand but she soon stopped. "Sir… please…" He kept going. "Not that. I'm not…" She trailed off as he pushed the length of one finger in.

"You're not what? You don't like anal?" She shook her head. "Ever done it? Except that time in the park?"

"Once." She said and he pushed in again. "Oh God… I didn't like it. Too painful."

"Doesn't Pete fuck you up the ass?" He said as he pushed in two newly lubricated fingers.

"No" she said. "I never let him."

He put the tip of his dick against her ass. "You want to fight me off too? Be my guest Carter!" "Sir, please…" She tried to say. "Come on Carter. I'm about to fuck you up the ass." She tried to get away from him but he grabbed her with strong hands and held her still. In one swift move he had her on her back and pushed a pillow under her lower back. Her hands went to his chest and she tried to push him off but he already had his hands under her knees and he was with the tip of his dick against her hole.

"Won't hurt. I know what I'm doing. Don't know who you did it with before but he was an idiot!"" Jack said. He pushed in slowly and she pushed at his chest harder to try and fight. She knew it was a futile move. But it was the only one she could do. He was now fully inside her and he stopped. He was looking at her face for any sign of pain. So far even though she had her eyes closed and her mouth was gasping for air, he saw none. So he started moving. He had been right. There was no pain and Sam moaned in relief and pleasure. The stretch was incredible. The feel of him was enough to make her go mad with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck!" He screamed as he threw his head back. "I can't believe how tight you are! Oh, dear God, Carter! I can't hold back…" As soon as the words left his lips he started thrusting in erratically. She was moaning and her head was thrashing on the pillow but her hands stooped trying to push him off. He moved one hand to rub her clit and to his luck she came as soon as his fingers touched her, so he pushed inside her and he let go himself. With one deep thrust he came inside her ass, both of them screaming in orgasm.

He moved off her to let her body relax and he tried to get his own breathing under control. "Hurt you?" He asked. She shook her head and he breathed relieved. Her hair was already damp from sweat. He ran a hand down her body feeling it warm and slick. He moved it underneath her and caressed her ass. "I thought you didn't like it." She groaned. "How come you came, Carter?" She tried to hit him. He was such an ass. But Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her to her knees with him only to spin her around and have her on her hands and knees. He stretched his body under hers and grabbed her hips to pull her ass down over his mouth. He began licking every inch of her he could reach, thrusting his tongue in and out of her pussy, circling it around her asshole and back to her folds.

Sam grabbed hold of his hips for support and started grinding herself against his face. Her flesh was tender from her earlier orgasms and every touch of his tongue and lips and teeth against her tore a loud moan from her lips. She felt everything he did felt ten times harder. It was bordering pain. But he kept going, licking and rubbing his chin against her flesh. She bent her body forward over him and trust her hips up a little to give him better access to her clit. He found a strange sense of power in the feel of her juices running down his chin and he pushed his mouth tighter against her sucking harder at her. Sam pushed back against his tongue when it pushed into her again.

"Take my dick in your mouth, Carter" He said. He was still soft and wasn't going to harden again too soon but the feel of her hot breath over him was driving him insane. She grabbed him with her hand and brought him to her mouth and started licking and sucking at the head. The more he worked at her with his mouth the more she swallowed of his length. Her mind was drowning in passion and she was taking it all out on his dick. One of her hand grabbed his balls and started rolling them in her palm while she pushed him deeper and deeper in her mouth. She was moaning and groaning against him and he shivered each time the vibrations coursed through him. With one final bite at her clit he pushed his tongue deep in her and she came, letting his half-hardened dick slip out of her mouth and she screamed her orgasm pushing harder against his tongue. She kept screaming softly as the aftershock still rippled through her and he kept his tongue inside her until she fell forward on his body again.

He got out from under her and even before she had regained her breath he had her on her hands and knees again and as he held her hips he was running his thumbs across her folds spreading them and rubbing the tip of his penis against her opening. He heard her moan and she grabbed his wrist with one of her hands stilling him. "I can't anymore." She whispered. "I'm exhausted… my muscles are sore." But he only gripped her hips harder and pushed his dick in.

"We're not done yet. See…" He said as he moved his hips around, stretching her flesh around him. "I'm still getting hard. I should thank you actually Carter. You're great at sucking me." With that he began thrusting inside her again. "I thought lasttime you didn't get your muscles stretched enough, Carter. Tell me…" He said pushing in deep and circling his hips stretching her. "How does this feel?" She gasped.

"Good…" She breathed. "God, you're big…" He smiled. Jack was never one to care much about size. But suddenly hearing it come from Sam's lips he felt like having her words written on a bilboard. He thrust in harder.

She just moaned and let him fuck her into submission. She had no energy left to fight him. She knew her body wasn't going to orgasm again, she was too worn out and hoped it wouldn't take him long to come inside her. But Jack was a persistent man. He wasn't going to let up until he made her come again. He kept fucking her hard, rubbing her clit with one hand while he rubbed her breasts with the other. "Come on Carter. We're not done here. Come on!"

His body was also starting to feel the strain of pushing it too hard for too long. They had been doing this for hours and he had stretched and worked his muscles too hard. Each of his orgasms had been strong and had drained more of his energy. He was starting to tire and his lungs seemed they couldn't get enough air in. He was weakening, but he wasn't going to stop until he had nothing left.

He circled his hips again and finally he felt her start to contract around him. Sam couldn't believe it. Her release ripped through her in one sudden moment and she fell forward on the bed her inner muscles still rippling around his dick. He pushed himself inside her and came with her, her body milking him dry. He was still panting, his lungs fighting for air, when he pulled her back against his chest and had her sitting into his lap. "Lets see if you're multi orgasmic Carter." He said as his fingers kept working her clit while he kept his softening dick inside her.

"No…" She managed to moan. "You're killing me…" Jack kept stoking her hard and fast. She could still come again and he knew that. Her flesh was still tender and aroused from her previous orgasm and he wasn't going to allow her to relax. "Again!" He ordered. He pushed her hips tighter into his lap and moved slightly against her. "Fuck Carter, you're too wet." He said and grabbed a hand full of the sheets and wiped away some of the wetness from between her legs. She was too wet from her own juices and his semen, for his fingers to get and friction. He stared rubbing her again and biting at her neck and shoulders. The friction was burning her skin and sure enough her body started coming again. Her hands went back and grabbed his neck while her entire body spasm around his and she almost cried. "God damn you, sir!" She shouted to him. "Damn you to hell, this is so good…"

He kept her against his lap, moving her to a more relaxed position as he lay them both on their sides on the damp sheets and allowed her to catch her breath and relax. He kept fondling her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders while she still moaned and arched into his arms. Only to find himself harden again a short time later. He waited until she had rested a little and then started pushing slightly against her ass. This time Sam tried to get out of his arms. "Enough. No more…" But he already had her on her back and he was on top of her. She tried to roll out from under him but her grabbed her chin and had her look at him. "Open your legs and wrap them high around me Carter."

"No. Too much…" She whispered. "My flesh is sore." He ignored her and grabbed one of her hips with one hand and opened her. Jack settled his body against her and after he positioned her legs around him he pushed just the tip in and waited.

"No it won't. It won't hurt, in fact I guarantee you Carter, you'll come again." She just closed her eyes and grabbed his shoulders for support and allowed him to do what he wanted. It didn't hurt. He wasn't gentle, he fucked her hard and fast, putting every last ounce of energy he had in it, but he knew her body. He wasn't going to last. He had nothing left in him and he was one step away from just falling on top of her and end it leaving both of them unfinished. He was out of breath, he could feel his heart beating so hard it almost broke his chest and his entire body hurt. But he kept thrusting into her at a steady speed. He rested his body on hers and buried his face in her shoulder and kept going. "Come on, Carter, one more time. Let me feel you come one more time."

She moaned. He wasn't gong to let up. "Sir, please. Just finish it, just come and end it. It's ok, I'm finished. Let go… let go and come inside me." Jack refused to give in to her words. He wanted her to come. He wasn't going to fuck her, he wasn't going to have his dick inside her and not have her come on it. He could do it. He had enough self-control for it. He only prayed he had enough breath for it. "Not without you…" He managed to whisper. "Oh God… please Carter..." He was going to crash. His entire body was going to shut down. His sweat was running down his back, his whole body started shaking and just when he though he was going to die he felt her come with a loud scream and crushing him to her with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He came instantly mimicking her movements and wrapping his own arms tight around her.

"Samantha…" Was the only thing Jack could breath out as he came and fell limp over her.

It was over for both of them. Sam just stayed there with him on top of her. He still had his head buried against her neck and his arms were still hugging her. So she just stayed there and relaxed, with his weight pressing her into the mattress. Both their bodies were sweated and she welcomed his heat to keep her from getting cold. Even though she knew it wouldn't hold for long. She was holding the back of his head with one hand while running her other up and down his back. Slight tremors were making his muscles shake. And as she turned her face to rest her cheek against his, she felt his damp cheeks against her skin. He was sobbing in her arms. He was exhausted, he was tired and aching and every last thing relating to his self-control was out the window. She didn't know what to do or what to say. She tightened her hand in his silver hair and moved the other one to hold him tighter.

"Sir…" She started and suddenly felt his entire body go rigid against hers and he puled his head off her shoulder to get up. "Shit, no, no." She said immediately. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant." But it was too late. The barriers were back up and he was back to being her superior. "Please…" She tried to bring him back to her, but he already got up.

"We need to rest and we can't stay here. I'm too exhausted to change the sheets." He took her hand and with one swift move he pulled her up and wrapped her in an afgan he took from a nearby chair while she leaned into his body for support. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the guest bedroom where he pulled back the sheets and placed her on it. "Sleep. I'll see you in the morning." He sat on the edge of the bed a moment looking like he could pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow. He groaned. "I'll be in the living room if you need anything." Sam sat up and grabbed his arm.

"You don't look like you'll make it that far." She said and his eyes closed and he nodded. "I'll manage…" He said but she refused to let him go.

"Please, please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She almost pleaded with him. "It was a stupid thing to say, it just… I didn't know what to call you. What you wanted me to call you."

He fought the fatigue. "You don't have to apologize, for haven's sake. I know what you meant. It's ok. Go to sleep." She got out from under the sheets, gloriously naked and pressed her chest to his back, wrapping her hands around him and pulling him with her to the bed. He was about to ask what she was doing when she whispered against his shoulder.

"Jack. Jack. Jack, please. Don't make me beg for this. I had no shame begging you to let me come, of begging you to come inside me, but don't do this to me." Another sob ripped across his body. Doing this to her? To hell with this, had she no idea what this was doing to him? What it had done to him to find himself crying in her arms. He hadn't wanted this to happen. He just wanted to fuck her senseless, to give her the orgasms she needed, only to find himself addicted to her, his self-control had been ripped to shreds by his emotions in one moment of physical and mental weakness and he found himself crying in her arms. For all the love he felt, for all the pain, the frustration, the need, the passion, everything.

He turned to face her, fire burning in his eyes. But he saw her biting her lip against her own tears. She really needed him here with her. But she wasn't going to admit as to why anymore than he was. They each knew. So he just pulled the blankets over both of them and he allowed her to pull him close and he brushed his cheek against hers, inhaling her scent, feeling her hair across his face. "Jack…" He heard her say and he just moaned. "Lie a little of your weight on me." He pulled his head back to look at her and she just smiled blushing. "Before… just before I called you… y'know. I liked that. The way we were. With your weight on top of me. I was stupid enough to ruin that, but can I please have it back." He closed his eyes at the immense feeling of love he felt, but he just nodded and moved to lie on top of her a little. He wrapped his hands around her and buried his face in her neck. Just the way he was before. They were warm and comfortable and satisfied and together.

They were both almost asleep when Sam shook his shoulder to wake him. "Jack…" She heard him mumble something. "This… does this end here?" He cuddled closer to her.

"Your choice." He whispered against her skin. Then he smiled. "But if you say yes, I'll probably end up making things very hard on Pete. I want you. And I can, y'know." She smiled and kissed his head stroking his silver hair. She loved the way he looked like this. Sleeping on her shoulder, his arms around her, his legs tangled with hers, the feel of his long, lean body pressed agianst her. She was addicted and she was not going to let him go.

"Thank you." She said. "For every little thing." He felt he was about to cry again. She had given him her answer and he understood.

"Samantha…" He sobbed in a desperate fight to regain his control.

She held his head. "It's ok."

He stopped the tears and just moved his head off her shoulder and brought his lips to hers. He kissed her soft and deep and long. He was allowed to now. He was allowed to enjoy her lips, her taste, her tongue carresig his. Kissing was for them now too. "Thank you too." He said as he moved to rest on her shoulder again to sleep. "For having trusted me."