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applecameronPorn, straight up. Stargate SG-1, Jack/Sam het PWP.
So, they were almost home and her feet hurt in those goddamn pumps you had to wear with the chicken outfit, and Jack was looking, like, well, Jack in blues, all blue and silver hair and sexy, which always had her drooling, figuratively and literally. Until finally, just a couple miles away from a very comfortable bed, she pulled the SUV onto that dinky service road that peeled off right before the bridge, took the keys out of the ignition, and wiggled into the back.
"Sir?"
He was watching her in the rear view mirror, shimmying out of a pair of nylons, and knew perfectly well what was up. "Yeah?"
"Get your ass in back here."
The crudity got that smile he always gave her when she cussed. And then he crawled in back with her, and Sam heaved him up against the back window and was on him like butter on hotcakes.
The kiss lasted 20 minutes, easy, so it was a surprise to part and find they'd both been holding their breath.
Then she was stripping off his jacket, draping it over the passenger seat. "You are so fucking hot in that outfit, do you see me watching your ass in those pants all day long?"
That got a smirk. "Well, I wasn't going to say anything about it." But his hands were already under her skirt, shoving it up to her hips. His palms cupped her ass, one finger working into her. "Christ Jesus, you're wet."
"It's your ass in those pants." She squeezed his finger and his eyes went dark. One or the other or both of them moaned.
The next kiss was frantic and then she was racing to get the barest minimum necessary off, and they were hands all over and his nose knocking against hers and by god if that shirt didn't come unbuttoned in another 2 seconds --
"Jack, I'm going to ruin your shirt."
They were both breathing heavy. "I'll get Teal'C to sew the buttons back on." He bucked his hips under her, cock hard through his slacks.
"Good." She ripped, buttons flying, then unbuckled his pants and shoved and sat down on the most perfectly formed dick that ever traced its outline through a pair of dress blues, in one hard fast motion.
"OH, god." His eyes were slits.
"Yeah, baby."
She knew he liked a fast, dirty fuck as much as any of them, possibly more, but Jack grabbed her hips after a second and started to slow them both down. "Jesus, Sam, I'm gonna come in two seconds if you don't --"
She pulled his hands off her hips and held them down like she did with Daniel, like she never could with Teal'C. "No, you're not, Jack, you're going to look at me."
And he looked at her, and was in her, and she held his eyes. "You're not coming until I say so." And then she moved, and this shudder of pleasure crossed his face, but he didn't come, because she had him, they were in the groove now, fast and dirty and slow as she wanted all at once, and all, all hers. The groove almost broke when she screamed, coming, and stopped moving for all of one, two, three heartbeats, and then Jack moaned but he didn't take his eyes off hers.
But Sam didn't stop, she just pulled up a little and then sat down hard again, and started back up.
"Oh god, I thought you were wet before --" "oh, Jesus --"
And she was riding him hard and riding him wet and riding him like there was no tomorrow. Until a second orgasm hit her from out of nowhere, blinding, and then Jack was whimpering under her --
"Are you coming, Jack?"
"Yes --" And making soft noises like a man who'd never had it so good in his entire life, and they were still in the groove --
"Are you coming for me, Jack?"
The 'yes' came in hitches, their eyes still locked, his hands still in hers.
She rocked harder, not even blinking, drilling into him with her eyes like she drilled him into her with his dick until they were both hyperventilating and she felt a third orgasm waiting in the wings and the car was really rocking back and forth and finally she whispered "come" and he answered "Ohgodohgodohsamohsamyes" and she could feel him pulse, coming inside her, hitting that spot inside her that made everything fly apart.
She didn't pull off, though, just leaned over to the side a little and let the world catch back up.
"Holy fuck." Came the remark, after a good 5 minutes of breathing and slow, oh-god-I-think-I-sprained-something disengaging.
They cuddled. Sam felt too relaxed to even think about driving. "Don't you love the car ride home when you're in dress blues?"
Jack kissed her hair. "The tie does have its perks."
So, they were almost home and her feet hurt in those goddamn pumps you had to wear with the chicken outfit, and Jack was looking, like, well, Jack in blues, all blue and silver hair and sexy, which always had her drooling, figuratively and literally. Until finally, just a couple miles away from a very comfortable bed, she pulled the SUV onto that dinky service road that peeled off right before the bridge, took the keys out of the ignition, and wiggled into the back.
"Sir?"
He was watching her in the rear view mirror, shimmying out of a pair of nylons, and knew perfectly well what was up. "Yeah?"
"Get your ass in back here."
The crudity got that smile he always gave her when she cussed. And then he crawled in back with her, and Sam heaved him up against the back window and was on him like butter on hotcakes.
The kiss lasted 20 minutes, easy, so it was a surprise to part and find they'd both been holding their breath.
Then she was stripping off his jacket, draping it over the passenger seat. "You are so fucking hot in that outfit, do you see me watching your ass in those pants all day long?"
That got a smirk. "Well, I wasn't going to say anything about it." But his hands were already under her skirt, shoving it up to her hips. His palms cupped her ass, one finger working into her. "Christ Jesus, you're wet."
"It's your ass in those pants." She squeezed his finger and his eyes went dark. One or the other or both of them moaned.
The next kiss was frantic and then she was racing to get the barest minimum necessary off, and they were hands all over and his nose knocking against hers and by god if that shirt didn't come unbuttoned in another 2 seconds --
"Jack, I'm going to ruin your shirt."
They were both breathing heavy. "I'll get Teal'C to sew the buttons back on." He bucked his hips under her, cock hard through his slacks.
"Good." She ripped, buttons flying, then unbuckled his pants and shoved and sat down on the most perfectly formed dick that ever traced its outline through a pair of dress blues, in one hard fast motion.
"OH, god." His eyes were slits.
"Yeah, baby."
She knew he liked a fast, dirty fuck as much as any of them, possibly more, but Jack grabbed her hips after a second and started to slow them both down. "Jesus, Sam, I'm gonna come in two seconds if you don't --"
She pulled his hands off her hips and held them down like she did with Daniel, like she never could with Teal'C. "No, you're not, Jack, you're going to look at me."
And he looked at her, and was in her, and she held his eyes. "You're not coming until I say so." And then she moved, and this shudder of pleasure crossed his face, but he didn't come, because she had him, they were in the groove now, fast and dirty and slow as she wanted all at once, and all, all hers. The groove almost broke when she screamed, coming, and stopped moving for all of one, two, three heartbeats, and then Jack moaned but he didn't take his eyes off hers.
But Sam didn't stop, she just pulled up a little and then sat down hard again, and started back up.
"Oh god, I thought you were wet before --" "oh, Jesus --"
And she was riding him hard and riding him wet and riding him like there was no tomorrow. Until a second orgasm hit her from out of nowhere, blinding, and then Jack was whimpering under her --
"Are you coming, Jack?"
"Yes --" And making soft noises like a man who'd never had it so good in his entire life, and they were still in the groove --
"Are you coming for me, Jack?"
The 'yes' came in hitches, their eyes still locked, his hands still in hers.
She rocked harder, not even blinking, drilling into him with her eyes like she drilled him into her with his dick until they were both hyperventilating and she felt a third orgasm waiting in the wings and the car was really rocking back and forth and finally she whispered "come" and he answered "Ohgodohgodohsamohsamyes" and she could feel him pulse, coming inside her, hitting that spot inside her that made everything fly apart.
She didn't pull off, though, just leaned over to the side a little and let the world catch back up.
"Holy fuck." Came the remark, after a good 5 minutes of breathing and slow, oh-god-I-think-I-sprained-something disengaging.
They cuddled. Sam felt too relaxed to even think about driving. "Don't you love the car ride home when you're in dress blues?"
Jack kissed her hair. "The tie does have its perks."
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on 2005-03-23 09:04 am (UTC)*loopy smile*
As always, your PWPs are amazing.