Title: Needing Jack

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17, Sam & Jack

Summary: Sam's birthday gift.

Spoilers: general season 8

Archive: SJD yes, anyone who wants it, take it.

Disclaimer: not mine.

Feedback: say what you got to say

Author's Notes: I'm pointing to Sherry for this one because this was all done for her Bday. Now it's your for the reading. Broke the story into 3 parts for easier reading. Enjoy!

WARNING: This part contains bondage.

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He knew there was a reason he hated himself for taking the General position. Jack had spent the last four days on base, rarely leaving his office. Except for food and some hours of sleep. And even then, he just got through with it as fast as possible, only to return to his desk. And the monstrous paperwork that was slowly killing him. He felt like he aged 10 years in the last 4 days. And the work was still half way through. He had now idea how Hammond ever got on with it. The man had done this job for 7 years, and in the last months he probably considered retirement more often than throughout his entire career.

He slumped back down in his chair and opened another file when there was a knock on his door. "If you're not here to inform me of my retirement, go away!" He shouted. He did not want to see Walter walk in with another pile of files. He was so going to kill him if he did. The door opened and Daniel's head appeared. "Well…" Jack said returning his attention to the file. "Since when have you started knocking on my office door?"

"Since the whole base is talking about how grumpy you are. Haven't you noticed how people are avoiding you?"

"Really?" Jack still didn't look up. "I thought that was because I was avoiding them." Daniel took a seat in one of the chairs and now Jack looked at him. "Danny… what do you want? I still have this joy of paperwork to get done and I am so not in the mood for company." Daniel picked a file off his desk and Jack snatched it back. "Do not touch anything. My filing system is very fragile." The entire desk was a mess, with pile after pile of files, papers thrown everywhere.

Daniel just frowned, but let it slide. "Tonight. Just wanted to make sure that in all your… whatever this is…" He gestured towards the mess on the desk. "You still remember that tonight's Sam's birthday party."

Jack's face went white. Shit. He had so completely forgotten. Totally and completely. She had made the invitation over a month ago and kept reminding him every week, in the hopes that he'll be able to manage his work, so that he won't end up buried in files and papers exactly on the day of her party. And he had done just that. He had neglected his work and completely forgot about her party and he was now so buried in it, he was in no way able to leave the base for the next weeks, not days. Let alone leave and go to a party tonight.

"Jack…" Daniel's voice brought him back. "You forgot didn't you?" Jack refused to meet his eyes. "Oh, come on!" Daniel was obviously annoyed. "In all these years she has never thrown a party and the first time she does it for her birthday, you screw up! This is going to complety ruin it for her! You're her friend Jack." Jack ran his hands over his face. "Did you at least get her something? I'll just give her the gift and make your excuses for you."

Again he went white and moaned in his hands. No gift. He didn't even remember to get her something. So she had never thrown a party before, but he always got her a little stupid something for her birthday. Two years ago it was a yo-yo. Last year he got her a rubber ball that was supposed to help relieve stress. This year he didn't even do that. So he never bothered with gifts. He wasn't the type to go all out of his way, or hunt her down the entire year and figure out what she really wanted and then get it for her. But she always looked like the happiest person on Earth whenever she got his gift. The smile she gave him was the brightest of all he had seen the whole year.

Daniel shook his head in disappointment. "You've just ruined it for her, you know?" Jack groaned. He knew. She had Pete these days to keep her happy and entertained and love her and give her the happiness she deserved, but he knew Sam kept what was between them dearly close to her heart. And this little stupid ritual he had built over the years was dear to her. She never knew what stupid thing he was going to come up for a gift. And the fact that he went through the trouble of it, was enough for her.

"Look." Daniel continued. "At least try to be there for the party, ok? Forget the gift. She'll understand. Just be there. It'll be enough for her." Daniel paused for a second and stood up to leave. "Pete won't be there." Jack finally looked up from his hands. Pete wasn't going to be there? "He's not going to make it here until next week." Daniel explained before he turned to the door. "I don't care what you have to do, Jack. I'll kick your ass if you won't be there."

"You can't do that Daniel." Jack said with his ever present sarcasm. "I can take you any time anywhere."

"Not this time, Jack. Not this time. Be there!" With those words Daniel turned and left his office.

"Damn it!" Jack shouted hitting the egde of the desk. Which only served in making a pile of files tumble over. "Oh great. Sure! Make my life harder!" He couldn't believe that the only intimate, personal ritual he still had with Sam was screwed up. So she was engaged these days. To another man. This little birthday present thing he had going on with her was going to be the only thing that he would forever share with her. The only intimate moment when all they felt for each other would be present and real and not wrong. That was until he screwed up.

Jack knew that if he screwed up this time, if he broke the ritual one time he was never going to be able to get it back and she would be forever lost to him. There would be nothing holding them together. And he could not loose her. He could not give her up. The smile he got from her when she opened his stupid gift was the dearest thing in the world to him. He could not never see it again. He needed this little from her. Or his life would truly have no more meaning. He looked around his paper drowned office. Yes, no meaning indeed.

He got up from his desk and opened the door that led to the briefing room. "Walter!" He shouted and just as sure Walter made his appearance. He could be anywhere on the base for all Jack knew. But every time he shouted like that, there he was. Jack shook his head. One more thing he was going to file under the "things never to be explained." Like Sam's ability to irreversibly confuse him in the first two seconds from opening her mouth.

Walter followed Jack into his office. "I need all this to go away by tonight." He said, gesturing wildly to the papers. "It's… important…" He added. It was very important. Extremely. He could just dump the work for a couple of hours, while he went to see Sam. But he'd end up being more of an ass than usual, knowing he'd have to come back to this hell hole. Walter just looked around and frowned. "I'll give you clearance to read anything in here, just as long as it goes away!" Walter kept looking at the room.

So being a General wasn't all that cracked up to be. He walked and started picking up the files looking through them. Within minutes Walter had everything figured out and started organizing things around the mess Jack was in and with short explanations began putting things in order for him. Some files were nothing more about than having the General sign them. But they had to be read first and approved. With two people on it, one of which seemed to be a wizard of paper work and bureaucracy, the files started going away to an ever increasing pile of finished work. They weren't going to finish all of it. But at least they were going to catch up on the work and he'd be able to relax at the party and maybe even sleep in his own bed, in his own home tonight.

Several hours later Jack looked at the watch. He had 30 minutes to get to Sam's place for the party. He was going to be late anyway. Wanted it that way. He couldn't go there and be the first to arrive with Teal'c and Daniel, and not be able to give her a present. She'd notice he had nothing with him. If he got there when the party was already on, she'd be too caught up to have time for him, or his presumed gift. He was low, he knew that. But even if she was never going to say anything, he'd see the disappointment in her and he couldn't deal with that. Or have her deal with the whole party after she had just been let down by a man she considered her friend.

He was supposed to be better than that. He was supposed to care enough for her to at least remember her birthday. Especially since she was reminding him of the party every week for the past month. How could he have been this stupid! Shit! And he was supposed to be in love with her. He was so wrong for her. He loved her like mad for the past 8 years and he couldn't even remember her birthday. She was better off without him.

"Ok, Walter. Let's call it a night!" He said when it was time to leave. "Thanks for the help." The man just nodded and walked out, leaving Jack alone in an obviously cleaner office. He walked to the locker room and changed in his civilian clothes. He was not going to have time to go home and change. Besides, his khaki pants with a white T-shirt and a blouse was looking ok.

It wasn't a back tie party, but he still wanted to show up looking respectable for Sam's party. He should have considered going home to change when he planned the work with Walter. He'd have to go like this. He slammed the locker door shut and walked out. Damn it, she deserved better from him. He was so fucked up. She put up with his crap throughout the year and he couldn't even do something nice for her one day out of the year.

He got in the truck and drove to her place. He parked in front of her house and got out, pausing a moment in front of her front door. How could he love her so much and not even be able to give her the time of day. He didn't even have the right to be here now, considering his behavior. Still he rang the bell and there she was, standing in the door way smiling at him. "Sir!" She said surprised, with the biggest smiles he ever saw on her lips. "Glad you made it! Come in. Daniel and Teal'c are around somewhere. Make yourself at home, please."

She was wearing a blue low cut dress that molded to her chest and hips like it was painted on her and Jack felt his breath catch. *God, she looks gorgeous!* Was the first thought that went through his head as he saw her. She smelled sweet and so like her and all he could think was to bend his head and nuzzle her neck and chest. He tucked at his shirt to hide the beginning of an erection. He needed to touch her, feel her, hold her, fuck her.

She let him in and as she moved he could see her hips move under the dress and he nearly groaned. He bit his lower lip almost to draw blood to keep himself quiet and fight the fierce need he had right now to pin her against the wall and reach under the hem of her dress. Sink his dick inside her body. Again and again until she screamed. For mercy or for more. He could make her scream for both. *You're so low!* He told himself.

She showed him in, where there were about 20 people. Most he knew from the SGC, some he figured were her out of work friends. So she did have a life. Pete was nowhere to be seen and he felt incredibly happy. *Shit O'Neill!* He kicked himself mentally. *The man doesn't fuck up like you do! She deserves better than you.* He turned to her and she was just getting him a beer. "If you need anything, I'll be around. Got to tend to the party. Make yourself at home, sir." She smiled at him again and walked away.

Just then Daniel showed up to his side, but didn't say anything. "What?" Jack asked looking at his friend. Daniel looked back at him. "Oh, shut up Daniel, I'm doing the best I can here. Don't you think I feel like shit? Give me a break. I'll make it up to her somehow." With that he walked towards Teal'c who didn't look too pleased with him either. They were ganging up on him and he hated it. He also knew he deserved it. Which only made him hate it more.

Sam spent the party moving from friends to friends, and being the perfect host. She was glowing, she was laughing, and she really looked happy. Jack sighed. Maybe she wouldn't even be interested if he got her anything or not. Maybe she'd just forget all about him. He hated the thought. That she would forget about what they shared each year. But at least she wouldn't feel disappointed by him.

Time passed and the party was quickly coming to an end. And the moment he was dreading was coming up. He was planning on waiting until everyone left and he was alone with Sam, to tell her he fucked up. She deserved to be told, rather than figure it out for herself, when he would leave without another word. Daniel and Teal'c were among the last to leave. "Jack?" Damn, he didn't want to deal with Daniel's lectures right now. He was too busy kicking his own ass. "Don't be an ass." Was all Daniel said. He really didn't have to say more.

Sam closed the door behind Daniel and Teal'c and was now left alone with Jack. She had no idea why he wanted to stay behind. She could tell he had been avoiding her all night. When he showed up on her door step, she was happy as ever that he made it despite his work. She looked forward to a night with him. Maybe a dance, small talk, just spend some time together.

Since he took the desk job, she hardly saw him anymore. She knew it was because of Pete and that he was keeping his distance, but she missed spending time with him, doing absolutely nothing. Just sitting. She hoped this party would give them the chance to do that. Obviously she had been wrong. Jack spent the whole time with the guys. He had looked after her throughout the party. She had caught him starring at her, biting his lips, fiddling with his hands, struggling with something.

She had hoped that with all the starring at her, he'd figure it out she wanted him to come to her. *Ask for a dance, ask for a dance.* She kept repeating in her mind. Every other man at the party danced with her. He was not that stupid! But he didn't make a move. To say she was hurt was an understatement. He was always so friendly and close with her on her birthdays, she was looking forward to a night of fun with him.

Although, if she were to be honest with herself, considering the way he looked, the thoughts that ran through her head, regarding him were anything but friendly. He was gorgeous in the casual clothes he had on, the pants molding all too nicely on his ass. She was never going to admit to the fact that she had spent part of the night ending up somewhere behind him, so she could admire that ass. Imagine how it would feel naked to her palm, to grab it, squeeze the hard muscles in her hand. Maybe even slap it if he was into kinky stuff. Or even if he wasn't.

She rested her forehead against the door after Daniel and Teal'c left, before she turned around and walked to her living room. He stood there, keeping himself busy with an empty beer bottle. The one she had brought him when he arrived. That had been the only alcohol he had had the entire night. She picked up a couple of plates and moved to the kitchen. She wasn't going to ask why he was still here. She didn't really care. She heard him sigh deeply behind her, a heart breaking sound, before he followed her into the kitchen.

"Carter…" Damn him, even his voice was sexy every time he spoke her name. "I kind of…" He was struggling for words. Which was new for Jack O'Neill. She didn't say anything as she placed the dishes in the sink. "I didn't… I mean… you see…"

"I know, sir." She had to stop him before he had a stroke trying to come up with what to say.

"You know…" He repeated a little surprised and confused. She knew. But what did she know.

"Daniel told me." She said, finally turning around to look at him. "He didn't know if you were really going to make it or not, so he told me about the mess you were in this morning and that you might not be able to make it. Just so I'd know what to expect. He told me everything."

Jack frowned moving his weight from one foot to another. "Everything…" He whispered. Ok, now it was time for the apologies. *Ok, O'Neill.* He thought. *Start groveling.*

"It's ok." She said moving past him to get back to her living room to clean up. "Considering how much work you had when he saw you, I'm really and surprised you made it at all." She picked up two plates and looked at him smiling. "And pleased." God, he loved her smile. "I'm really glad you were here, sir. I really am!"

She really knew how to make him feel guiltier than hell. She wasn't doing it on purpose, he knew that. But the fact that she took his simple presence here as the greatest thing in the world, really made him feel bad that he couldn't even remember that he was supposed to be here in the first place. "It doesn't make the fact that I forgot about it, any better." He said.

"Your responsibilities changed." She kept on cleaning up, moving from place to place around him. "You have a lot more things to deal with, sir. I know. I understand. This isn't a big deal. Stop making it sound like that. You were here. That's all that counts for me."

He picked up some plates too and followed her into the kitchen. "I didn't even get you anything."

"I don't care." She said instantly. She really didn't. He was feeling guiltier as time passed. She deserved so much better from him.

"But I do." He said and she stopped to look at him, but he just kept on gathering the plates and glasses, avoiding her eyes.

"You don't have to stay and help me clean up."

"Least I can do. Besides, look at this mess. It'll take you days to clean it up." She smiled and didn't say anything more. At least they were spending some time together. "How about this." He continued after a few minutes. "Since I didn't get you anything this year, and considering that in the past years I always got you… stupid things…"

"Hey!" She cut him off. "That's not true. I love your gifts." And she added a split second too late. "Sir." She was getting too comfortable around him. And it wasn't good. They were alone in her house, and she really couldn't take her eyes off him. And she should. She really should. Because her mind was coming up with some extremely interesting visuals of him moaning and whispering her name, and she was starting to get a bit too wet between her thighs.

"Well…" He continued placing down the plates. "In any case, how about this year you get to ask for what you want. And I'll do my best to get it for you."

She looked at him and grinned. "Anything I want?" He was being stupid, and he was pulling her leg and she was so going to call him on it.

"Anything!" He gestured widely. "I can let you work on your bike on base…" He grinned at her. She should like that.

"Just like that? Anything I want?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, Carter. Anything you want. So, come on." He shoved his hands in his pockets to hide his nervousness. "What's it gonna be?"

She bit her lip. Jack couldn't believe that he could actually see the wheels turning in her head. Damn, she could think a lot. He knew he wasn't going to get out of it that easily, but damn it, what was she thinking about so much?

"Carter, come on, whatever it is, I promise I won't tell anyone. Just between me and you." Her face lightened up. And he felt desire for her rush through his body. She looked at him like she could eat him. And he loved it. More than that, he was getting hard again. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out and slowly traced the contours of her lips. He turned instantly to go back to cleaning up or he was so totally going to grab her and push his tongue down her throat.

"Thought of anything Carter?" He shouted from the kitchen. What could it be in her mind that she was so worked up about? I mean if it were him and she made him the offer, he'd have on her knees with her lips on his dick by now… And then he understood. *Oh damn, Carter!* He thought, freezing on the spot. She couldn't be thinking of the same thing? No, she had a fiance. She couldn't want him. She never did. Not that way. *Shit, you can't be thinking of sex! Come on, you're Sam! Carter! You don't think like that!* There was no way she was going to ask him to sleep with her.

His pants were now way too tight. His mind may have been taken aback by the realization of what she could want, but his body was all too happy to help her along. His dick was hard and he had to either find release, or at least get it out of its confines. He grabbed the front of his pants, trying to move his erection to a more comfortable position and tugged at the shirt, before he returned to the living room.

Sam was back to cleaning up and just as he walked in she turned to him. "Help me clean up." She said.

He raised an eyebrow. "That's what you want?" She nodded. "You can ask for anything and you ask for that." Again she nodded. "Doesn't count Carter. I told you I was gonna do that anyway."

"I have nothing else to ask for." She said and his heart broke. With all the shock he had went through, part of him actually hopped she'd want to sleep with him. It was an illogical, stupid hope, and he knew her well enough to know she'd never ask for that, but it didn't ease his heartbreak. He picked the plates she handed him and walked to the kitchen. *Stupid, stupid, stupid!* He repeated. Of course she wasn't going to ask for that. She was Carter! Her brain didn't work like his did. He was the one walking around drooling over her all the time. She didn't. She had a boyfriend. She was getting married.

And damn his poor soul, he wanted her. Maybe he should make the offer more specific. Maybe she didn't even consider the fact that she could ask him for sex. I mean, ok, she was getting married, but he knew that she had wondered about how it would be if the two of them were to sleep together. This might be her only chance. He'd probably have no other excuse to offer himself to her again.

And he didn't want to think that he would never, ever have the woman he loved. He'd always figured that at some point they'd find a way to be together. Since Pete showed up, he realized his time was running out. And if he didn't make it happen for them, it never would. She'd get married and he'd never get to know her, feel her, see her.

Sam watched him walk to the kitchen and sighed in relief. She felt like slapping herself. *God damn you, Sam!* She thought to herself. She couldn't believe that she had spent some good five minutes contemplating asking her CO for birthday sex. But he had said 'anything' and she was already hot and read for him, so it was the only natural line of thought. And she'd be a liar if she said she didn't find the thought pleasing.

She walked to the kitchen and saw him handle the dishes, picking up the mess. She wanted him. Badly. She wanted to run her tongue over his skin, across his lips, feel his own tangle with hers. Feel the taste of his mouth. She should take him up on his offer. Now.

"Sir…" She started and he looked at her. His eyes were dark and he looked like he would do anything for her right now. But she just couldn't do it. She couldn't ask him. Tell him she wanted him, needed him inside her, needed to know the feel of his body. To know what he looked like when he came. Fell the way he'd work to make her come. She was wet, and her whole body was asking for nothing more than him. "I'm tired. Can't we do this another time?" She couldn't say it. And maybe it was better if he left. She wouldn't be tempted to give in to her desire.

He placed the dishes down. "Sure. No problem. I'll see you tomorrow." So that was it. Ok, she wasn't going to want him. He was expecting it. "You know, Carter, I still have to get you something." He said as he moved to the door.

She smiled at him. "You don't have to, sir." He walked out, but turned to look at her one more time before he left, which proved to be a huge mistake, because the pain in his groin grew. He should just take her right now and get it over with. Just push her up against a wall and slide his dick inside her. Somehow he knew she wouldn't say no. But he turned and left. Her choice. He let it be her choice.

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It was still early when he got home. So Jack just showered and changed into something more comfortable. He was still so messed up after the whole deal with Sam. Forgetting her birthday, not getting her something, then making her an offer that had so many innuendos in it, he was still blushing just thinking about it. How the hell could have he been so stupid? He had learned a long time ago, not to go down that road with Sam. That anything remotely sexual between the two of them was off limits.

He was still hard from what had been going on at her place, from what his overactive imagination provided him with. He hoped it'd go away. Jerking-off while thinking of Sam was not what he had in mind for the night. But not even the cold shower he took helped. He sighed and ran his hands over his face. *You're pathetic, you know that?* He told himself. He undid his sweat pants and lowered them over his hips before sitting back down on the couch. He moved his hand to his dick and closed his fingers around it. His eyes closed the same moment, his mind imagining it was Sam's hand on him. Touching him, tasting him. He was stroking himself hard but slow, his other hand going to play with his balls, his mind taking full advantage of her lingering presence in his mind. Her smell, her look, the shine of her skin. He moaned low. He was just about there.

A knock on his door shattered his fantasies. Damn it, it was 1 a.m. Why couldn't people just leave him alone? "Go away! I'm busy!" He shouted, but the person just kept knocking. *Fuck, can't I just jerk-off in peace, these days?" He pulled his pants up. He moved through his house and furiously swung the door open, only to find Sam on his door step. Ok, this was officially the weirdest thing ever. He checked his watch. She was so not here in the middle of the night. Not when he was in the middle of a hand job, to get rid of a hard on she gave him.

"I know it's late, sir. I'm sorry." She had a jacket wrapped tight around her, but otherwise she still wore what she had on at the party.

"That's ok." He said, trying to ignore the guilty feel. He took her arm and pulled her inside. "I wasn't doing anything."

"Oh…" She frowned at him. "You just shouted…"

"Oh, for crying out loud, Carter!" He showed her to the living room. He was feeling so guilty. "You got to stop listening to what I say." She smiled. That was nice. She was standing next to him without saying anything. "So… what's up?"

"Umm… I was…" She was lost for words. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and waited. She looked up at his face biting her lower lip. "I should go. This is a bad idea." With that, she quickly moved towards the door. But Jack wasn't willing to let her go so easily. She was here, and she was here for something. It must have taken her everything she had to actually get in her car and drive here. And even more to have herself walk up to his door and knock. She made it this far because she really wanted something.

"Oh, come on Carter!" He said looking straight at her. He wasn't going to hold here by force. Even though he wanted to. "You made it this far. You're here, now. You're actually going to walk away? Why did you come here in the first place?" She turned and looked at him, determination showing in her eyes. His voice softened. He wanted to help her, give her whatever she needed. "Why are you here Carter?" His voice was softer this time, exhaustion showing in it.

"The offer you made me tonight. Is it still open?" His heart stopped. Was she serious? Damn it, what was she doing?

"Yes." He said with a strained voice.

"And… whatever I want… stays between us. In this room?" He hated that phrase. Leaving it in the room. That's how his hell began. By leaving it in the room. Four years of living hell.

"Well Carter… unless you plan on killing me or something… Yes, in this room." He saw her body language relax. As far as he was concerned, however, he was on the edge. His body was screaming for release, while his mind for explanations. She started moving towards him and without knowing why, he began backing off until his back hit the kitchen counter. She was looking him in the eye, breathing rapidly. "Umm… Carter?" Something told him he should worry. Which was ridiculous. She was standing right in front of him, so close he could feel her breath flutter across his face. He was not going to moan. He was not going to loose control and take her.

"I want you to grab hold of the counter." She said and he complied, not taking his eyes off her. His hands gripped the edge of the wooden board. "And don't move." He stared at her. His own breathing was heavy and his hard on had become painful. Don't move, she said. He wanted nothing more than to move. Grab her hips and bend her over the counter and fuck her brains out. "Can you do that? If you move, I leave." She said again.

"Done." He said, knowing full well he was going to regret it. But this was for her. He had offered her to do whatever she wanted. He could do this for her. He wanted to do this for her. She took off her jacket, standing there only in her blue dress and took one more step and her body was pressed tightly against him and his hands gripped the counter tighter. He wanted to wrap them around her and press his hard dick against her belly. He saw her face close in on his and felt her brush her lips against his.

He inhaled sharply at the soft contact, but held still. She moved her lips across his again, before her mouth closed tightly on his, for a kiss. She sucked powerfully at his lips and felt him kiss her back. She moaned and bent her head slightly, her tongue slipping between his lips, her hands holding his head to her. With a low groan he immediately opened his mouth to her tongue, letting her slip it in and around his mouth in an excruciatingly slow caress. She moved slow and hard, tasting as much of him as she could, taking her time in feeling and memorizing the interior of his mouth.

And such a wonderful feeling it was. Tonguing Jack O'Neill. He tasted like so many things. She could spend the rest of her life trying to identify it. The only thing she could think of was that he tasted like he looked. Hard, strong and intoxicating. And his own tongue was molding around hers, stroking her, caressing her as she moved inside his mouth. He wasn't fighting her, he wasn't trying to be dominant. Which was probably why his breath was hitting her face at an impossibly fast rate and his arms were shaking. From restraining himself. She pushed deeper in his mouth and he moaned, but allowed her. He was so hot and wet, and tasted like every fantasy she ever had, that she could do this forever.

She pushed once more against his tongue, rubbing her own hard across it, before she pulled away. Her face was flushed and she was panting for air. She was starring right at him and he tried to look in control, but his own lungs were fighting for oxygen and he couldn't stop looking at her lips. He couldn't believe how she had moved inside his mouth. He wanted more. And he would be grabbing her head right now, if he hadn't promised her he wouldn't move. Yes, he knew he would regret it. But such a sweet regret it was.

She inched her face closer to his again and brushed her lips across his cheek. His face was slightly rough from the stubble he grew over the day and it scratched at her lips, sending thrills of pleasure down her spine. She kissed his cheek with open mouth kisses, licking the skin. He taste like him and soap and Sam felt him lean into the feel of her mouth on his face, his eyes closed, lips parted. She moved across his cheek, up to his forehead, kissing it and brushing her lips across it to the other side of his face.

And when she was with her lips on his forehead he could have so lunged forward and have his lips on her neck. It was stretched right in front of him, white skin, with the visible pulse of her jugular. He licked his lips, moaning. "Carter…" His dick was straining in the confines of his pants and he would give anything to relieve some of the pressure. And she didn't look like she wanted to fuck him. Yet. She had her lips on his other cheek and kissed and licked the skin, until she had her lips on the angle of his jaw, pushing his head back. She pulled back a little and licked his jaw from one side to the other. He hissed, long and loud at the wet feel of her tongue.

Then she was starring at his face again. She smiled at him and brushed her lips on the bridge of his nose. He was painfully hard and could only think about how he was so going to fuck her, and yet he hat to smile at the gesture, resting his forehead against hers for a second. She kissed his nose, before she closed her lips on the eyebrow scar she spent hours starring at. Her lips were fastened on the skin and her tongue darted out to lick at the injury. It felt smooth against the tip of her tongue, and she kept licking at it, holding his head with both her hands against her lips. "Carter, please…" He moaned.

He needed something to relieve the pressure on his groin. He wanted slow, he wanted her to take her time, and do anything she wanted, but he had already been hard, and when she had gotten here, he had been one step away from orgasm. He was already worked up and she was killing him. "Are you hard?" She asked still licking at his scar, while one of her hands cupped his rock hard dick. "Already?"

He blushed furiously. Which was stupid, but he had been trying to jerk-off thinking about her and she was now here, questioning him about it. And he felt guilty, because she was Sam and he loved her, and he didn't want her to know that he was doing it. "Yes, well, you kind of caught me at a bad moment." He felt her smile against his face and her hand squeezed him. "Christ, Carter…"

"I'm not done yet here, so you're going to have to put that thought aside." He blew out a breath. Oh, he had practice in that area. *No problem Carter, no problem.* He thought. She moved to his ear and traced the outer line of it with her tongue. He shivered against her. "You like that?" She smiled and repeated the move and he groaned while he shivered again. She took the lobe between her teeth and tugged slightly. "Take your shirt off and grab hold of the counter again."

"Carter!" He protested.

"No. I'm doing this. You let me, or I walk." She was serious. She wanted to do this inch by inch.

"What if I won't let you?" He was serious himself. He was on the edge and she couldn't fight him if he were to take control of it.

"You owe me…" She said looking him straight in the eye. "You will."

Sam stood there before him, without even trying to move out of his grasp. He sighed and removed his shirt before moving back to his position. He couldn't believe he was putting himslef through it. She ran her hand on his abdomen and he twitched at her first touch. He was looking at her face, with her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick them now and then and her eyes glued to his skin. She was running her fingertips over his skin, up to his chest, feeling the muscles under his tanned skin. He was incredibly fit, his chest broad and his arms with well defined muscles.

She closed her mouth on his neck and he tilted his head back to give her better access, closing his eyes and fighting for control. He was not going to loose it. He knew that. He was that strong. But God, how he needed her. She moved her lips, sucking and licking down his throat to his collarbone and nipped at the skin there. She moved lower to take a nipple between her teeth and tug slightly. His hips bucked against her and he hissed. "Christ Carter!" She kept licking it and she could feel his heart beating like crazy in his chest. She moved to the other one and sucked on it hard. "Oh my God…" His voice was low and strained and his arms were shaking again from restrain.

Her hands finally moved to his pants, while her lips traced lower on his belly. She kneeled and dipped her tongue deep and hard in his belly button and again his hips thrust towards her. She saw his hands, with the knuckles white from gripping the counter tight, so he won't move. He was looking down to her, biting his lip, passion burning in his eyes. She was so pushing him and he was not going to protest. She dropped his pants and boxers around his ankles. "Carter…" He whispered when he saw her get down on her knees in front of him. She looked at him, running her hands on his thighs, feeling the skin and muscles of his upper legs.

He was hard, standing up against his belly, his size reasonably impressive. She licked his inner thigh, avoiding his dick. He was so engorged even she realized it hurt. "How long can you last?" She asked looking up at him.

He could tell she didn't want this over just yet. She was going to give him a blow job, he wasn't that clueless, but she didn't want it over just yet. "As long as you need." He answered and saw her disbelieving look. "I'm not bullshitting you, Carter. Do whatever you want. I can last as long as you need me to." It would take him everything he had, what he learned in the past 8 years about controling himself when it came to her, every last trick he had learned throughout his military career about how not to be broken. Everything he was would surface now, to be able to give himself to her and let her do anything she wanted with him, without his own need and desire taking over. But he would do it

Sam's eyes slowly moved over his body, taking in every shape and texture of his skin, to rest at his dick. She moved to run her fingers across it and heard Jack moan, his head falling back, but he didn't move from his position and he didn't blow. She felt the smooth velvety feel of his dick and against her fingers. He was rock hard and hot and she moved her mouth closer to him and licked at it, from base to tip. He moved his head back up to look down at her. She circled her tongue around the head and dipped the tip of her tongue in the opening. This time his hips bucked up against her face. "Shit!" He swore. He had almost lost it. She looked up at him. "Keep going…" His breathing was labored. "God, you're good at it, Carter."

"Actually…" She whispered so low he had to strain to hear her. "I almost never do this. But it's the only thing I can think of when I look at you… I need to taste you so badly."

He saw her blush and she moved her mouth back on him, taking the head in her mouth and sucking hard. He moaned above her but he didn't take his eyes off her. He could see her lips stretch as he slipped in and out of her mouth. Her tongue was still rubbing on the underside of his dick and swirling around the head each time she moved her head back. He could see right down her dress and watch as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen." He said and she looked up at him as she slipped his dick deeper in her mouth and took great pleasure in seeing him gasp silently. She loved the taste and feel of his dick in her mouth.

"No doubt you're… aaah!" She scraped her teeth across his length while he spoke, feeling his legs shake. "No doubt you're enjoying this, Carter… but I could fuck you so bad right now…" Her eyes sparkled and she kept looking up at him, while her mouth moved up and down his dick. Her tongue was rubbing hard against his underside, feeling the taste of him in her mouth. She slipped him out completely and moved to suck at his balls. "God, please let me touch you…" He begged, as her hand was cupping his balls and her tongue was running over them.

"You can still control yourself, sir?" She asked. Honestly she had expected him to break by now and grab her, take control, rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless. She couldn't believe that he was exercising so much control as to actually let her do whatever she wanted, without even moving from his spot to touch her or himself. She was amazed and thrilled by him.

"Jeez, for crying out loud, Carter!" He moaned. "You just had my dick in your mouth. And you have my balls in your hand. Can you please, please loose the 'sir' for the moment? Call me anything else but 'sir' or 'General'. Can you do that?" She nodded. "Thank you."

She moved her mouth back on his dick and he felt her slipp him in as deep as she could, until he hit the back of her throat. He saw and felt both her hands grip his hips tight and then she sucked hard as she slipped off and repeated the move, deep throating him, massaging the head of his dick against her back of her throat, memorizing the feel of him in her mouth, slipping wetly between her lips. In and out. To the back of her throat.

He began groaning with every move of her mouth and his hips and legs quivered every time he felt himself hit her throat. "I'm close… Carter… help me here a little…" She moved her hand and pinched the base of his dick, cutting off his release. She felt his hips relax against her face and she kept the strangulation a few seconds more as she kept sucking at him. She didn't want to let him out of her mouth just yet. He tasted too good. She felt him regain control and she moved her hands to his back and gripped his ass. She'd been wanting to do that all night. His ass felt great. It was hard and the skin slightly rough against her palm. She couldn't help but slip her fingers between his cheeks and his eyes widened at her. "Carter…" She pressed against his asshole and he thought his knees were going to give in.

She let his dick slip slowly out of her mouth while she kept her eyes locked with him. He hissed as he looked at her mouth stretched around his hard dick. "Help me up." She said reaching up for his hand. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet and against him. His whole body was trembling as he kept fighting for his self control, not knowing if he could touch her now or not. "Not yet. Please…" She kissed the hollow of his throat. "Just a little longer, Jack, please. Just a little more. Can you hold on?"

"For as long as you need…" He repeated like a mantra, trembling against her from passion and fierce need. But he was not going to give in. His jaw was clenching and unclenching, his eyes were burning. The pain in his groin was gone from her mouth, but he needed release like mad. "For as long as you need me to, Carter."

She looked at him. "You said you were… doing something when I got here." His eyes closed and he groaned.

"Carter… have mercy on my ego here…"

"I want to watch you." His eyes snapped open and he looked at her not believing. Her hand gripped his dick and she stroked. "I want to watch you bring yourself off."

"Carter…" His tone was slightly warning.

"You need release. I can just stop touching you and eventually you'll end up having to bring yourself off. And I'm still going to watch. Now how about we skip the part where I torture you to braking point."

He gripped her by the shoulders. "Oh, you've already done that!" He said as he removed his clothes from around his ankles and moved her to the living room. "Take a seat and make yourself comfortable." He said with a slight hint of sarcasm, while he sat on the couch and parted his thighs. Sam sat on the coffee table in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes off her, the way her body swayed in her dress. The way her breasts were moving with her rapid breathing. "You sure you don't wanna help here?" He said still hoping. He wanted to come inside her. In any way. In her mouth, pussy. He needed her body so much right now, he could even fuck her up the ass. He groaned at the thought, slowly closing his eyes. Why was he putting himself through this again?

"Touch yourself." She said and his eyes opened to look at her face. He couldn't bring himself to actually do it in front of her. This was supposed to be something she shouldn't know about. All those late nights he couldn't sleep because of her, all those times he ended up getting himself off. Quick jerk-offs in the mornings, on base after spending way too much time around her. The guilty feeling that followed just as he recovered from his release. The fact that he was avoiding her for hours afterwards. And now she was right in front of him, watching him.

"Carter…" He whispered. He wanted to do this for her. The thought was a complete turn on. He just couldn't bring himself to realize that she was actually, really here. His hand moved and he gripped his dick, stroking upwards once. He saw her lips part and a small, soft moan leave her lips as she watched him. He fell backwards resting on the back of the couch and moved his hand again. Her eyes were glued to his dick and his hand, as it was moving up and down his thick erection.

She licked her lips again, still feeling his dick between her lips, sliding in and out. She was so wet by now and so turned on, she thought she would break before he did and just climb on top of him and take him inside her. But this was every fantasy she ever had about him. She tasted him, she wanted to watch him. There would be time for fucking him later. She moved her hands and pushed the hem of her dress up around her waist and reached to remove her panties. Jack's hand slowed down as he watched her, and he squeezed harder. She took the piece of clothing off and he saw her hand trail up her inner thigh, towards her folds. His head fell back and his hand moved harder on his dick. "Christ Carter… I can't believe you…" She smiled, holing is gaze as her hand reached her folds and she slipped a finger inside her. She gasped and he groaned at the same time.

He was getting close. He had been on the edge for so long and she had tortured him to a painful hard-on, he was fighting hard for release. His hand was stroking his length hard and fast as he watched her own hand move between her legs. It would be so much easier if he just moved now and sank his dick inside her body. Release would rip through him the same instant. And he needed that so much. "Are you close?" She whispered. His hips were thrusting up off the pillows, in his hand and his other hand was gripping the fabric. His breathing was erratic and his eyes half closed as he was still struggling to watch her.

"Yes…" Was all he could say. She moved to stand, removing her fingers from inside her and he would have stopped if he wasn't that close and needed to come so much and be free of the pressure in his balls and the pain from his hard on. He saw her hands go behind her back and she unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor. "Please…" He said with a strained voice, his hand moving in short, stong strokes on his dick. She was completely naked before him and he reached a hand for her. She moved closer and he gripped her hip with one hand. "I need you…"

"No. Finish this." She said and she gripped the back of the couch on either side of his head and bent over him to run her lips and tongue up his neck. "Come on Jack… Finish it." She whispered and he kept stroking his dick. He was almost there. Her warm wet lips kissing his neck, helping him along that last inch. His sking was covered ina fine sheen of sweat and her tongue darted out to lick at it. She sucked and bit on the spot just behind his ear and felt the hand on her hip try to push her away.

"Carter, I'm coming…" He said to warn her as he kept pushing her hip away from him, but her lips wouldn't leave his neck. "Carter please! I can't hold on!"

"So don't!" She said biting behind his ear and his body trembled, release spreading through him. His hips jerked off the couch, thrusting in his hand and towards her body, his come leaving is body and wetting her abdomen that was just inches above him. He groaned long, through clenched teeth and the waves rushed through his body and his hand kept working on him. It had been a weak orgasm, his body too strained and too weird up to find a pleasurable release. His dick was slightly painful as he was stoking it and every muscle in his body was tensed. But at least he had found release.

Her lips were still kissing his neck and moaned against his skin, as she felt his warm, wet come spread on her body. She couldn't believe how satisfying it felt. His come, Jack O'Neill's. On her body. She kept kissing his neck soflty, as he was slowly calming down. She knew that it hadn't been anywhere near satisfying for him. And she regretted it. He deserved better than the weak, strained orgasm he had.

His body was still on the couch, under her. And she pulled back to watch him. His eyes were dark and his jaw set, as he looked down her body. He knew his come had hit her body and the satisfaction he felt from that made up for the more than unsatisfying release. He could see her abdomen wet from him and he reached out and ran the tips of his fingers through it, spreading it more on her body. He moved his fingers and coated her nipples in his come, caressing her breast bone.

She didn't move, watching his face as he touched her slick skin. Desire still burned in him. He wasn't satisfied with what he had got. And she doubted he was willing to remain passive any longer. And she was right. Both his hands gripped her hips and he got up, towering over her, his fingers digging in her skin. He looked up and down her naked body, trully seeing Sam naked for the first time. No clothes, and certainly no uniform. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he wanted her. Badly. Now. He wanted to make her come hard and find his own release in her body. He wanted to come powerfuly inside her, satifsying his hunger for her once and for all. This would be the only time they had. And he wanted her for himself. His alone. And everything for her.

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She felt her breath catch at the sight of his tall body, and the feel of it pressed against her naked chest, her nipples brushing slightly against his skin, the slick feel of the semen he spread over them, adding to the sensation and sending thrills down her spine. Her lips parted as she looked up at him.

"Jack…" She whispered. He wasn't done with her. She wasn't done with him herself, but he was taking control, his eyes running across the expanse of her body, his hands moving up her sides.

"Had fun Carter?" She whimpered. His hand was still wet from his come as he moved his fingers to her lips and brushed against them. "Taste…" She moaned and her tongue darted out to tangle with his fingers, tasting his semen and his skin. "What else do you want to do Carter?" His eyes were holding hers, burning again with desire. "This is your show. What do you want from me?" His hand left her tongue and went down her neck, squeezing slightly as he moved downwards to cup her breast.

Her tongue ran over the contour of her lips, getting every last trace of the semen his fingers left behind. "Can you still hold yourself at bay?" She asked.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "For as long as you need." He whispered, but she shook her head, her eyes closing slowly. "Carter…"

"Fuck me." His hand tightened on her breast at her words and she opened her eyes to look at his face, as she spoke. "Do it hard, until I scream underneath you." She could see his eyes darken, his jaw clench. "I know you can make me beg. I want you to do that. Show no mercy as you thrust inside me and stretch me to pain!" Her words were going to kill him before he even touched her. "Fuck me like mad anyway you want."

She wasn't going to kill him, he was already dead, because there was no way in hell his Sam Carter just spoke that dirty to him, begging for his dick. But this was her body here, close to his, her chest brushing against him as she breathed, her lips parting before him, waiting for his next move, her breath mingling with his. He pinned her hands behind her back, pressing her body to his. She didn't fight. "I won't hold back this time Carter."

"I know…" She whispered.

"You want everything I have to give, that's exactly what you'll get. I can hurt you if I want to."

"Please…" Her voice was begging him, her body rubbing against him. "Please fuck me."

His feet tangled with hers and with a swift move he had her on her back on the floor, with his body over hers, pressing her harder into the floor. His hands fumbled with something to his side and next thing she knew he was tying her hands above her head, to the coffee table with a rubber cord. She tugged against it but he held her still until he finished. She tried the restraints, but there was no way she was going to get out of it. She arched her back, tugging at them, her breath coming in short gasps, when he closed his mouth on a nipple, slipping his hands under her back.

She moaned and he pressed her chest tighter against his mouth, feeling the slight stubble of his chin and cheek against her aroused skin. She gasped at the feel of it, tugging again at the cord. "Jack… I need you…" He could taste her skin and the come he had spread on her chest and it only drove him on, the thought that he had marked her. A primal thought that made desire surge through him. The fact that he had Sam here, under him, and she wouldn't object to anything he did. He had come over her body, he tied her down, naked and moaning in his living room floor.

His mouth was all lips and teeth and tongue against her breast, sucking wetly and furiously at her nipple, scraping his teeth across it, before taking it between his teeth and tugging until he heard her whimper and heft her body try to arch further towards him, to ease the tension. "Ah… please…" He let it go and licked across it before he moved to the other breast, opening his mouth wide and taking in as much of it as he could. She felt his teeth dig into her skin from his attempts to suck on as much skin as possible. He kept sucking and his teeth kept sinking in until she had to moan.

He eased the pressure and began sucking at the nipple alone, the suction hard and continuous, until again he heard her whimper above him, pressing her chest to his face. He released her breast and moved to look at her face. "Is this was you wanted Carter?" He asked, as his hand took the place of his mouth, pinching her nipples until her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her eyes widening as she stared back at his face. "If I slip my fingers between your legs how wet will I find you?" She bit her lip, closing her eyes. "Come on Carter, don't you want to talk dirty anymore?"

She licked her lips and kept her eyes closed as she spoke. "I was wet from the moment I had my lips on you dick. I was dripping down my legs." Her legs parted obediently and invitingly. "Feel me…" She felt his fingers slip over her belly and dipp between her folds, slipping further immediately from the wetness. He never expected her to be this wet. His fingers kept slipping through her folds, over her clit. He pushed the tips of two fingers against her opening and they slipped inside her body without any resistance. "Harder…" She whispered, thrusting her hips to him.

"Not yet…" He said and moved lower on her body so he could have his head between her legs. He bent her knees and his tongue started licking her juices, slipping between her folds, and flicking against her clit. He wasn't penetrating her and was planning on cleaning her up. If he was going to finger her she would hardly feel anything from how wet she was. His mouth was rough against her and she started bucking up against his face in moments, again the stubble of his cheeks scraping her sensitive skin, sensation shooting up her spine. He knew she was close but didn't stop, the taste of her juices driving him mad, driving his tongue harder against her. He was actually tasting her. All of her.

He pressed his mouth harder against her, gripping her hips in his hands and pulling her against him and his tongue moved determined against her. With a hard suck on her clit his tongue slipped just the tip inside her opening and she shattered above him, screaming through clenched teeth and her hips trembled against his face. Her hands tugged at the cord tying her hands, but it wouldn't give. She kept arching against his mouth until the waves of her orgasm died down. His mouth was still moving on her, cleaning her up. "You're so wet…" He whispered, while his hand grabbed the dress she had dropped on the floor and moved it between her legs and dried her up.

"Jack!" She screamed at the feel of the fabric rubbing against her. "God, what are you doing? I'm too dry now…"

"I want you to feel my fingers inside you." She moaned his name again. But he didn't stop. He threw the dress to the side and moved his fingers to her opening again. She was indeed dry. "Better, don't you think?" She moaned. This was going to hurt. But instead, he moved his hand to his mouth and slipped his index and middle finger in his mouth, sucking at them, wetting them. He ran his tongue over them and used his other hand to part her folds and open her up to him.

"Jack… please…" She started tugging at her restraints again, but stilled when she felt his fingers against her opening. They were wet and warm from his saliva as they slipped inside her body, pulling at her flesh and stretching her around them. "Oh my God…" She moaned. It hurt just slightly and he began moving fast inside her, pulling out and thrusting hard back in. She could feel the moisture from his saliva against her dry flesh, her own body responding again. But she wanted to feel his wetness against her, not her own.

His mouth moved to her opening and his tongue darted out wetting more of his fingers as they kept slipping in and out of her body, until her body provided its own lubrication. She felt his tongue touch her stretched opening as he was wetting his finger and her body trembled. "You like that?" She moaned in response. "This good?" His tongue started tracing around the edge of her opening, feeling her muscled stretch under the move of his fingers. She cried out from the feel of his tongue against them. His fingers flexed inside her and with a strong thrust he hit her G spot and felt her muscles clench on his fingers, pulling at them and trembling under the tip of his tongue.

She was whimpering now, her body arching and trembling from orgasm. "Yes, oh yes, please, please Jack…" He kept moving his fingers inside her, watching her face, flushed slightly red, spreading over her shoulders and chest, her lips parted as she was whispering to him. "Keep fucking me, keep going until I can't take anymore …"

"I'm nowhere near done, Carter, don't you worry!" He said and he stretched himself on top of her, reaching above her head and releasing her arms. She opened her eyes and looked at him. His hands went under her knees and spread them wider, as he placed the tip of his hard dick against her. In one swift thrust he buried his entire length inside her, hearing her scream at his intrusion, her hands gripping his shoulders, but making no move to stop him. She wasn't fully wet yet and he took advantage of that. He started thrusting immediately, feeling her muscles stretch around him. She kept screaming through closed teeth, as she tried to keep quiet. His hips were moving powerfully against her, thrusting hard.

"I want to hear you scream, Carter!" He said, his own voice trembling. She was wet just enough to allow him to slip in and out of her, the pull against his own flesh almost too much even for him to take. He knew this was probably a little painful for her. But kept thrusting inside her viciously. His head bent to her neck and he started biting her skin while he fucked her.

Her hands grabbed his head and he let her move him so she could close her mouth on his. Their tongues darted out to slip wetly against each other and his hips began thrusting even harder into her. He was pulling out until only the head of his dick was inside and thrusting quickly back in, repeating the move over and over, slamming into her and feeling her body jerk under his each time. She was screaming into his mouth, his tongue slipping inside her mouth and feeling her. "It hurts, it's hurts!" She said pulling back. "God, Jack!" He held his face over hers and kept slamming into her, without slowing down. One of her hands grabbed his upper arm as the other went to his as, gripping the cheek. She hissed at his thrusts. "It hurts…"

"I'm not slowing down Carter, if that's what you're begging for. You asked for this." He made his point with another thrust inside her and her body twitched again. He licked at the sweat pooling at the base of her throat. "Jeez, you're good to fuck!" He rested his weight on his forearms, moving just as hard inside her, rotating his hips and hitting her clit on every thrust. She screamed, arching her back and throwing her head back and he felt her body begging to contract around his dick in the beginning of her orgasm. "Oh, yes… you're coming again… Come on Carter, just like that!" He said, fucking her hard, her body starting to tremble under him. She moved both her hand to his lower back to feel the muscles in his his hips ripple as he thrust into her. She was so close and he thrust furiously into her.

"Carter… Come. Fucking. On." With the last word he thrust into her hard enough to break her and felt her body explode in orgasm, squeezing his dick so hard he screamed right along with her. She was jerking under him in endless waves of release and he held her against him, stretching his body over hers. Her small hands kept grabbing at his body over and over, at his ass, his back, shoulders, arms, as she trembled and screamed her release, feeling his own body covered in sweat. He was trembling above her.

He kept watching her face, her eyes screwed shut, pleasure and pain mixed across her features. She stopped screaming and was hissing with every breath, her inner muscles still fluttering around his dick. "Jack…" He loved her hiss his name and he let his head fall on her shoulder, his face buried in her neck. He hadn't come yet and was waiting for her to come back to herself. He wasn't sure she could still accept him, fucking his own way to release.

Her hand moved, exhausted, to the back of his head, stroking weakly at the hair there. "Finish…" Was all she could whisper and he trembled in her arms. He needed release badly. "Jack…" He pulled back to look at her face as his hips started fucking her again. He wanted to come looking at her face. She was thoroughly wet by now and he was slipping in and out easily. "Jack…" She whispered again and he groaned. "Finish inside my ass." She didn't even flinch as she spoke the words loud and clear, her voice steady and sure. His own mind was spinning, his lungs releasing a rough groan. She was killing him with words alone.

"Come on, Jack…" She wiggled her hips under him trying to get him to slip out of her. "Fuck me up the ass. It's not like you've never thought about it. I know you have. To feel how tight it is. I've only done this once before. And I can't even remember how long ago it was… I'm so very tight for you." He groaned again, screwing is eyes shut. He was going to blow right now if she didn't stop talking. "You still have your hand on my ass. Slip your fingers in and feel me." He obeyed her words and pushed just slightly against her asshole. "Don't you want to fuck that, Jack?" She pushed harder against his fingers. "Feel me so tight around you as you fuck my ass for release."

"Shit! Carter, stop talking!" He was panting and his head dropped to her shoulder. "Jeez, I'm gonna blow right now…" He was taking deep breaths. He was so going to fuck her ass. She was going to beg him to stop. If he could just last long enough to actually do it. She had to stop talking.

"You said as long as I need, Jack. I need you to fuck my ass." He lifted his head of her shoulder and looked at her face. His jaw clenched and fierce need flashed in his eyes. Her body shuddered instinctively at his look. He pulled out of her, leaving her gasping at his loss. He pulled her up to her knees, against his body and his hand gripped her hair to hold her face inches away from him.

"You're playing with fire here, Carter! I hope you know that." He was breathing hard and his fingers started massaging her asshole, pushing inside her slightly. She moaned in his arms. "Tell me you like that."

"I do…" He pushed the length of one finger all the way inside. He couldn't believe he could actually find the control to prepare her first and not just thrust his dick inside her. He needed to fuck. Now. "Just fuck me…" She said gripping is shoulders and closing her eyes. He turned her around and pushed her on all four. He dipped his fingers inside her pussy and gathered the moisture there and spread it around her asshole. He slipped his wet finger inside her again and stretched her. Almost there. "Fuck, Jack, just do it!" She shouted and he gave in.

He grabbed her hipst to hold her still and thrust his dick inside her, his heart and lungs exploding inside his chest at her tight feel, squeezing him so hard he thought he'd die. He heard her scream, while light was flashing behind his eyelids and his mind was screaming, his body shuddering. He couldn't breathe and he screamed, forcing air back in. She could not feel this good. He was inside Sam's ass and she felt too good for his sanity. She was tighter than he ever though she would be, and trembling around him. He started to pull out and felt her muscles squeeze him, before he thrust hard back in. She screamed again but he didn't stop.

He started thrusting inside her hard. She was moaning and groaning with every thrust, her body fighting like mad to accommodate him, but she didn't fight him or try to pull back from his intrusion. His dick was smooth as it slipped in and out from between her tight muscles, and the feel from his fucking was spreading throughout her body. "Carter… God, you have a wonderful ass." His hands were moving across her cheeks, caressing the skin as he looked down at himself slipping in and out from her ass.

His finger gripped them and opened her slightly to his eyes. He started moving harder, pulling her hips against his on every thrust, and she screamed. "God it hurts… Jack, please…" She was panting, pain obvious in her voice, her head thrown back.

His body trembled, but he didn't stop. "Tell me to stop and I will."

"You can't… you need release… ah, Jack!" He kept moving his dick inside her.

"Tell me to stop and I will…" He wasn't sure if he could, but he knew her words would force him to. He was close and he began fucking her ass faster. "Carter!"

She pushed her ass harder against him. "Fuck me harder!" She screamed. Not the words he expected, but he obeyed them, keeping up the move of his dick inside her and slipping his hand to her front to pinch her clit and slip two fingers inside her pussy. "Oh yes!" He felt her juices running down her legs. She loved this. He circled her clit and pressed hard on it and felt her muscles contract against him and orgasm ran through her, built up from his dick fucking her ass and his fingers inside her pussy and the final pressure on her clit.

He shoved his length inside her again, the tight contractions breaking him and he shot his come inside her ass, his body going stiff and a scream torn off his lips. *Too tight…* His mind kept repeating over and over as release coursed through him, his air shooting out of his lungs in another scream as his hips jerked against her ass. He couldn't see anything or feel anything except the orgasm that coursed through him. And her, tight around him. Wave after wave of release went through him, his hips trying to push more of him inside her tight body. "More." He whispered. "I want your ass more." He was moving weakly in and out of her hole even as he was turning soft.

When he finally had the strength to open his eyes and regain his bearings he found himself on the floor with Sam spooned up to him, his dick still inside her ass. He had collapsed over her and his weight pushed her to the floor. He was more surprised that he had managed to roll to his side and not crush her. He held her hips and slid out of her. She didn't react. "Carter?" He called out her name softly. She didn't move. He slipped his hand between her ass cheeks and brushed against her hole to see if her drew any blood from her. He released a breath he didn't even know he was holding, when he didn't find any trace of blood.

"Carter…" He spooned up tight behind her and looked at her face over her shoulder. Her eyes were closed and her breathing shallow. She was either asleep or passed out. He shook her shoulder. "Come on Sam. Get up." He was starting to feel a bit worried. She stirred against him. "Oh, thank God!" His head dropped on her shoulder. She was fine. His heart calmed down in his chest and he moved his hands under her body to pick her up off the floor. "Come on, Carter. Lets get you off the floor." He moved her to his room and placed her on the bed.

Her eyes opened at the feel of sheets under her and looked around. She was in Jack's bedroom and he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "You ok?" He asked and she nodded. She was still dizzy, but she managed a smile. He looked at her stretched before him. Her hair was tangled in sweat, her abdomen was covered in his semen and her chest in sweat and his saliva. The top of her thighs and her ass were wet form his last release and her juices. He grabbed her hand and picked her up to put her in his lap, to get up with her again and move to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up…" She moaned and pressed into him to hold him down. "Sam…"

"Leave it." She said into his neck. "I want to feel it on me and inside me. Shower in the morning." She wrapped herself around him. "I'm cold…" He lay her back down and pulled the covers of the bed over her. He threaded his hand through his hair looking at her. He bit his lip and slowly stretched himself next to her, on top of the covers.

"Carter…" She moaned. "Why did you want it to hurt? I know it did. Why did you want me to hurt you?"

She opened her eyes and turned so she could look at him from beneath the covers. "I couldn't believe you were real. I need to know you were real. To feel you. Really feel you. Hard, strong, feel my body react to you. To feel the reality of your body fucking mine, not some making love fantasy. " Her hands grabbed his face and pulled him closer. "Are you real?"

"Did it feel real enough?" He asked her back.

"Yes. God, you were wonderful…" She whispered and he kissed her forehead.

"I'm real." He whispered looking at her face.

"Was I?" Her hands still held his face and her voice was shaking with her words.

"Christ Carter!" His eyes closed and his head dropped to the pillow. "God… you were so real! I though you were going to kill me." He opened his eyes and looked at her smiling. "Good night, Carter. Happy birthday." He kissed her forehead again and got up from next to her.

He was at the bedroom door when he heard her voice. "Technically, it's not over until morning…" She was biting her lips when he turned to look at her.

*Getting shy now, Carter?* He thought. "What do you want?" He repeated the words from earlier that night. She was still biting her lips. "Carter?" He was standing there, butt naked, and she was curled up under the covers and was blushing furiously. *Jeez, I fucked you like mad just now and I came up your ass. What, in the name of God almighty, could you possibly have to ask of me that you didn't already?* He kept the thought quiet. She was still staring at him. She wasn't going to speak, but his eyes didn't leave hers. "Do you want me to stay with you?" He asked and she nodded immediately.

He shook his head as he moved back to the bed and she held up the covers for him to get in. He stretched out on his back and pulled her body against his side. Her leg shyly tangled with his and she settled more comfortably against him, tucking her head under his chin, on his chest. His hand trailed down her body to hold her ass. "You sure you're ok?" he asked.

"Yes. A little sore, but I can't remember anything feeling this good." She looked up at him. "You fuck great."

He groaned. "This you have no problem saying." She smiled and rested her head back on his chest.

"Can I call Pete from here in the morning?" She felt him stop breathing even as she spoke the words and his hand tightened on her ass.

He shut his eyes tight, praying to all the Gods he knew of, not to loose control and snap at her. She was still wet between her legs from her juices and his come, every muscle in her body relaxed, her ass and pussy sore from his dick fucking the life out of her. Her skin was still covered in his come as she stretched herself over him as he came, marking her, not to mention cuddled up to him, in his bed, and she was thinking about calling her boyfriend. He knew this was a birthday present, but damn her, she could at least have waited until morning to bring that guy up. But he was not going to loose it.

"Sure." He said only a split second later. "Now sleep." *And let me cry in peace.*

But she kept talking, keeping her head on his chest, listening to the mad rhythm of his heart. "He wasn't at the party tonight because I didn't tell him about it. I didn't want him there."

"You two had a fight?" *I don't care! I don't care, stop talking, please God I don't want to hear about you two."

"No. I want to end it." His breath caught. "I've been wanting to for days, just didn't know how. That's why I want to call him in the morning. I now know how. It's over." He released his breath and sighed. "You thought I wanted to call him for other reasons." She stated. It wasn't a question, but a fact. She knew every thought that had went through his head. "You really think I'm that kind of a bitch?"

"Jesus Carter!" He said in shock. "No!"

"But you thought I was going to call him as a lover."

"Yes." He confessed and she finally moved her head to look at him.

"You know why I could talk that dirty to you and not be able to ask you to stay here with me?" She asked.

"Too personal." He answered looking at her face, his hand going to brush through her hair. "That was fucking, the sex, the talking, orgasming. Staying is for lovers. That, sweet words, kisses, caresses." He brushed a strand off her face. "Don't worry, I'm not misreading this. You didn't have to ask. Just my present for you."

She smiled at him. Who ever said he was dense? She moved higher on his chest and her hands brushed his face, his chest, she kissed his eyes, his nose, his cheeks. She brushed her hands on his thighs, taking hold of his dick and stroking it once lovingly, hearing his moan and closing her mouth on his, to feel him moan in her mouth. "Stay with me, Jonathan." She whispered as she kissed his cheek. "I love you."

She had done everything he had named for lovers and he knew he was going to cry. He fought the sting in his eyes and the catch of his breath. He was a grown man, for crying out loud. "Stay with me, Samantha. I love you." His arms crushed her body to his, and she rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the crush of his arms. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He kept whispering. "Don't ever leave me, or I swear, I'll die."

"I won't. I don't want to. I need you. Not just for my birthday. Not just as a gift."

His arms around her relaxed and she tangled herself up in him, one of her hands on his dick, her head on his shoulder, face buried in his neck, feeling his scent. His sweat and come and satisfaction. He had one hand on her hips, caressing them and her ass, while the other hand went in her hair, fingers tangled in her curls, feeling her breath flutter against his neck.

"For as long as I need, Jack?" She asked against his skin.

"For as long as you need." He answered a hint of disappointment in his voice. How long was that going to be?

"Forever, Jack?"

He laughed. She had him. "Forever. Happy Birthday Sam." He said kissing her hair and feeling her fall asleep in his arms, happy and fatisfied. She was alive again, starting the next year of her life in Jack O'Neill's arm, in his bed and smiled, knowing this was going to be the rest of her life. With him.

THE END.