Title: Hands On
Author: Michelle Knight
Email: mlknight@mindspring.com
Category: Sam & Jack, Romance, Smutfic
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Content Warning: Sexual situations, masturbation, voyerism
Season/Sequel info: Future
Spoilers: None
Archive: Heliopolis, SJD, Heliopolis2, my site -- all others ask
Summary: Jack's always been a hands-on type of guy.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Feedback: Cheerfully accepted.
Author’s notes: This specifically deals with an established couple in an established relationship. My mind started to wander (see what hapens when it's allowed to do that?) last night and I came up with this. I've always seen them as having a very open mind when it comes to experimenting sexually but that's just my take on things. YMMV. Thanks to my beta Jill!
Copyright © Michelle Knight, November 2003.
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“What did you say?” Sam wanted him to repeat it for good measure.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to watch someone do it? Even a little?” He looked at her incredulously as the information sunk in.
“No, Jack, I don’t usually like to watch when that’s going on. Excuse me for wanting to participate in bringing my lover pleasure. God, I can’t even believe we’re talking about this.” She tried to sound annoyed, but it came out decisively different to Jack’s ears.
Wow she must’ve had quite the cloistered life up until the time she had met him. Determined to show her just how much fun it could be he slowly spoke, “Just lie back, relax and watch.”
Lowering himself down beside her on the bed, his arousal evident through the thin sheets, Jack slowly, achingly slid the covers off his hips, revealing his proud and erect member to her. It aroused him even more to think how much she’d enjoy the spectacle soon to begin in earnest.
She instinctively reached for him, but he slapped her hands away with his own. “Ah! Ah! Ah! No touching.” Sam knew he meant business as she took in his expression, and she realized at that point she had no choice but to watch as instructed.
Uneasiness soon turned into arrant fascination as she watched Jack leisurely stoke himself from base to tip, swirling his palm around the head and squeezing gently, holding for just a few seconds then sliding back down, this time taking even more time than before. A moan unwittingly escaped her lips as she took in the sight of him.
“You like?” Jack asked, noting the change in her manner. Her eyes, now hooded, lingered on him, her breathing becoming more and more strained. He didn’t need a PhD to know she wanted him, but she would have to wait. He wanted to show her something new, something no one else had. He wanted to be the one she thought of every time she did this, with him or, god forbid, with someone else.
Sam sucked in a breath as she tried, unsuccessfully, to answer. Only a haggard breath managed – barely – to make its way past her lips as she lifted her eyes to fully meet his gaze. Noting her flushed skin and aroused expression, he knew he had his response. Deciding not to press the issue further, Jack grinned languidly and continued pleasuring himself. An idea suddenly came to him, and his grin spread even wider. He looked at her intently.
“Do you really want to help?”
It took Sam a few moments to acknowledge his inquiry. “What? I thought this was supposed to be just you while I watched.”
“Well, yeah, it still will be, but I’m thinking about something else.”
She just stared at him uncomprehendingly as he scooted over to her side. “Lie back on the pillow, please. You’ll like this, I promise.” Sam did so trustingly, wondering what he had planned, a pleasant familiar buzzing starting to build between her thighs.
He released himself, turned around until he faced the wall and slid on the sheets a little bit further to where his backside aligned at a forty-five degree angle to her left hip. Lowering himself backwards until he had his full upper body weight resting on her, he shifted to the right, positioning himself so Sam had perfect access to his ears, neck and chest. Jack may be performing the main act solo, but he’d be damned if she couldn’t touch other parts of him. He refused to be totally selfish.
He relaxed into her embrace, her lower left leg lifting off the bed, gently settling in between his, curling her calf around his own, and knees rubbing softly against each other as they touched. Her right leg slid over until it rested against his and her hands, refusing to be idle, played with his hair, the tips of her fingers sliding through the short graying strands.
Jack’s left hand once again found its intended target, and he set to work, paying particular attention to where Sam’s hands were at any given moment. Catching the clue bus Sam tilted Jack’s head to the right and her lips descended to his ear, licking and nibbling until Jack squirmed. Two could play this game.
“Uh-uh. No squirming.” He could tell Sam smiled just by the way her teeth lightly grazed his scalp, hot breath fanning his ear. Rolling his eyes and grunting in affirmation, he instead shifted the focus of his attack to include the jewels resting atop his closed upper thighs. Feeling slightly neglected, they protested their lack of attention by lifting slightly and pulling closer to his body. Using his left hand he rolled the sac in between his fingers and thumb, massaging it in time with his strokes. Getting closer he requested in a harsh whisper, “Pinch my nipples, Sam.”
She did as he bade, reaching down with both hands and pinching lightly at first, then harder as she became bolder, alternately grazing the tips. Jack let out a sharp gasp at the sensation, his hips lifting violently off the bed.
“Oh, god, yeeeeeeeesssss!” He felt himself getting closer, and the motion of his hands became faster and more erratic as he could feel the semen and sperm mixing within him.
The effect of his overwhelming pleasure didn’t leave Sam unscathed. Despite her earlier reservations Sam’s growing wetness pushed into his lower back as she unabashedly ground herself into him. She almost lost her rhythm as she watched him, his eyes closed tight and his face scrunched into a look of intense pleasure.
“Jesus, Sam, I’m close.” He made a silent request, and Sam knew what he meant. She’d always had a way of communicating with him wordlessly but knowing his body and desires more intimately since they’d been lovers for a few months. Sliding her hands across his abdomen she once again rolled his little nubbins between her fingers and did something neither of them expected -- she bit his neck. Hard.
That did it. “Aaaaahhhh!” Jack shouted as he came, pumping and squeezing himself until nothing more would come out.
Sam held him close, embracing him securely as his body flittered down from the apex of pleasure. Not the type of man to show such vulnerability openly she came to realize at that particular moment just how fantastic of a gift he had given her.
Sam reached over to the table beside the bed and plucked a few tissues from the dispenser. Handing them to Jack so he could clean himself up, she began to massage his shoulders and arms; soothing the place she had bit him with her tongue and lips.
Finally mustering up enough energy to speak he wondered, “So, was I right?”
“About?” She honestly seemed confused.
“About enjoying the spectacle.”
“It was nice,” she lied.
Jack flipped over and onto his stomach, facing her. “Nice? That’s all?”
“OK, maybe better than nice,” Sam conceded. Jack closely scrutinized her face, searching for hints that would betray her true feelings. Hold on …hadn’t she been breathing just as hard as he had? Hadn’t some of the moans and sighs been issued forth from her mouth as well? He reached around and touched his lower back. Yep, he felt the telltale signs of her arousal.
“Either way, I still enjoyed myself immensely. Thank you.” He sighed, the dreamy look. (she had seen before reappearing
“You’re welcome. Anything to help,” she said dutifully. She realized her mistake too late.
“Anything?” His face lit up, and he practically bounced on the bed.
“Um, maybe not anything.” Sam backtracked, looking away.
“But you said . . .”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Nope, I distinctly remember not saying anything of the sort. You must’ve been hallucinating.” Great, Sam, call into question his sanity why don’t you
“Oh, I don’t think so!” He knew he had her, and she wasn’t getting away this time.
“And just what are you thinking, sir?” She knew damn well she hadn’t been required to call him sir for quite some time. She just liked to use it to emphasize a point, knowing full well it’d interrupt his train of thought. Evil woman.
He diverted the conversation to something else. “Doesn’t matter.” He dipped his head to kiss the swell of her breasts. “You wouldn’t do it anyway.” He flicked his tongue against her skin before he lifted his head to stare into her eyes once more.
She couldn’t let something like that go. “And what’s that?”
“I want to watch you.” He said bluntly.
“Watch me what?” She played dumb almost as well as he did. Of course, she didn’t have nearly the amount of practice, but she could hold her own.
He smiled then, a Cheshire cat grin so huge it threatened to swallow his face whole. He just loved challenges…
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