Hathor - Episode Tag

Hathor ... Episode Tag

Part 2

Sam walked out of her CO's office, a big smile on her face. He could be so silly, sometimes... pretending to be reading something, when it was upside down! What was he thinking, she wondered. It was obvious he was trying to hide what he was doing from her, but what?

She stopped in her tracks. No, she thought... couldn't be. Janet said that the effects of Hathor's sex drug would continue to be felt around the base for a while... was that what he was hiding?

Sam knew it was unlikely, but with all the testosterone flowing around the SGC as a result of Hathor's manipulations, she was beginning to feel a little “libidinous” herself, and the idea that her CO, her very delectable Colonel was sitting in his office trying to hide his ... arousal ... from her was just too much. Sam felt a sharp bolt of desire shaft through her. Yum, she thought.

Without thinking, Sam pulled a 180 and returned from whence she came, coming up short at Colonel O'Neill's office door. Before she could stop herself, the very proper Captain Carter knocked at her CO's door for the second time in 10 minutes. Listening for a response, she heard, very distinctly behind the door, Jack's voice. “Shit!” he said. He sounded oh so pissed off. Good, she thought.

“Come!” She pushed open his door and walked in... again. “Carter!” His voice sounded strangled. “You better have a good reason for bothering me twice in one day,” he snarled.

A lesser woman would have caved right then and there, turned tail and run. He sounded so angry about being interrupted ... but what was she interrupting? “Sir, I just wondered,” Sam said, “is there something I can help you with?”

“W-w-what?”

“Well, when I was in here earlier, you seemed distracted, and I thought maybe there was something I could do to help.” She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jack looked across the mess of papers at her. He had been trying to will away his hard-on after she left, thinking of anything... hockey scores, Hammond naked, getting shot by Jaffa... anything, which would make his dick subside. But now she was back again, and by the looks of things, she knew exactly what he was doing and why.

His office was dark, with only his desk lamp lit against the gloom. Jack's eyes glittered at her, onyx in the dim light and Sam took a step back at his look. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, she thought. He looks as if he could eat me up. Hey, maybe that's not such a bad idea...

“Shut the door, Carter,” he growled. Something about his voice, low and rumbling, made her chest hammer, and when she closed the door, she found herself leaning on it, trying to catch her breath. She had the strongest urge to squeeze her thigh muscles together, put a little pressure on her clit to relieve the heat which was building inside her. From his vantage point at his desk, Jack saw her do just that... and he was up and pressed against her instantly.

“Captain?” he said, a barely voiced inquiry, his hands on her hips, his lips by her ear. Sam grabbed his arms, feeling his ropey biceps under the cloth of his BDU jacket. She parted her thighs slightly, and he took that as the invitation it was, slipping his own leg between hers. He leaned harder into the juncture of her thighs, feeling her heat pressing back, cradling his turgid length against her belly.

Almost of their own accord, his hands slid up the sides of her body, his fingers splaying outward until they reached her breasts, cupping and covering them. His mouth dropped to her shoulder, where she could feel his hot breath through the cloth of her BDU jacket. It wasn't enough. She wanted to feel him on her skin, and she released his arms to reach between them and unbutton her top.

He froze as he felt her move. She felt so good. His body ached for her. He pressed harder between her legs. He released one of her breasts and reached down, sliding his hand to the back of her knee and lifted, opening her to his invasion.

She pulled her top open and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “Colonel,” she said, a plea, as much as anything. His fingers hooked into the collar of her dark tee-shirt and he pulled sharply, tearing the collar open, freeing her skin. His lips slid back and forth along the pale expanse of her collarbone, the tip of his tongue wetting it. When his mouth reached the soft skin of her neck he grazed it with his teeth, making her moan, until he sunk his teeth into her pulse point. She tipped her head, removing any obstruction from his access to her neck. He released her skin, only to bury his teeth into the soft spot below her ear.

Her hands were back on his arms, holding him to her. His hand slid up and down the underside of her thigh, as she crooked her leg around his hip. The pressure of his pelvis against hers was delicious, but still not enough. She pushed him off her, breathing hard. He stepped back, his own breathing heavy, watching her. Deliberately, Sam reached for the torn collar of her tee-shirt. Grasping it, she pulled down, tearing the stretchy fabric further, revealing her breasts.

He moved on the balls of his feet, as if to step toward her again, but she held up her hand, palm out, facing him, stopping him. She flicked open the front closure of her bra. Then she turned her hand, beckoning him with one pointed finger. He needed no other invitation. He stepped into her again, grasping her naked breasts, palming them, pulling her away from the door, his kisses sifting lower until he could take one nipple between his lips, the other pinched delicately between his battle-hardened fingertips.

“Jack...” At last... his name. He had her bent backwards, his arm around her back holding her upright, his mouth on her bare upper body, her knees buckling, her fingers in his hair.

He stepped away from her, pulling her up. He held her chin to look her in the face. He stood so close to her, she could feel his breath across her cheek, her breasts pressed into his chest. He stood, looking at her, waiting for her eyes to flash open. As she focused on him, he leaned forward and kissed her mouth, gently, and withdrew. She blinked at him. He leaned into her again, kissing her, more forcefully, deeply. She responded, returning his passion with her own. Using the pointed tip of her tongue, she flicked his bottom lip. He opened to her, and she tasted him, her tongue exploring him, until he pushed back, his tongue seeking her mouth, drinking her, until they both needed air.

He took her face between his hands, breathing hard. “This is not just... Hathor.” He spit the Goa'uld's name as if it were an epithet. She looked at him, a small frown crossing her forehead. He tried to explain, as much as his desire-fogged brain would allow. “This... between us ... now... it's not just a side effect of Hathor's mind control.” He took a deep breath. “I've wanted you since I met you, Sam.”

She looked into his eyes, seeing his sincerity, his affection for her. “Less talking, flyboy,” she said, her eyes sparkling, as she moved to kiss him again.

He opened her belt, the button on her pants, her zipper. Pushing her back up against the door, he knelt in front of her, his knees cracking loudly. He pulled her booted foot onto his knee and opened the laces. He tugged down at the heel and pulled her boot off. He did the same with her other foot. Standing again, he grasped the top of her pants and drew them and her panties down, kneeling again, to slip them and her socks off. She stood before him like Venus reborn, his face level with her sex.

He dove toward her, pulling her open, her foot on his knee, his tongue scraping her clit. She whimpered as his hands caressed her thighs, her ass. His tongue swept into her wetness. She leaned back against the door for support. He ignored the ache in his groin, the hard pressure of his pants containing his rampant cock. He wanted to taste her, to feel her come apart. She was pulling his hair, but he had her pinned to the door, and she couldn't escape him.

He swept his hands up her legs, his fingertips sliding into her wetness, as his lips closed over her clit. He teased her opening, sucking her clit, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth over it. He felt her knees giving, and he pushed up into her, harder, deeper, his tongue rasping across her clit mercilessly. Pushing into her, he felt her spasm, a deep shudder, convulsively grasping his fingers and wetting his face. Above him he could hear her panting for breath, each exhalation a soft cry.

With the flat of his tongue he gentled her, as he removed his fingers from inside her. He moved his mouth away from her, resting his forehead on the curls of her sex. She was so responsive to him, breaking as he tasted her, coming on his mouth. He was awed by her... so beautiful. He stood, palming his face, looking at her. Slowly she looked up at him, her skin flushed, her breathing still heavy.

He reached over and took her hand, pulling her away from the door. He moved around to sit in his desk chair, opening his belt, button and zipper, pulling his trousers down before sitting. She stood in front of him, looking down, watching his engorged cock twitch toward her. She moved to kneel in front of him, to take him into her mouth, but he stopped her.

“Not that way,” he said. “I don't want you on your knees.” He reached for her hands and pulled her toward him. “Ride me, Sam,” he said, hooking his hand behind her knee, urging her up on his lap. He slumped forward, giving her legs room on his chair, and guided her hips down until his cock just tickled her entrance. Her hands rested on his shoulders for stability and she looked down at him as she sank slowly on him.

His cock slid into her with delicious friction, eased by the slickness of her previous orgasm. The heat of her, the tightness, made his eyes shut, just because the sensation was too much, too good, too perfect. He stretched her, and he could feel her flesh giving way as he entered her. When he was sheathed inside her completely, she rested on him, twisting her hips slightly, making him twitch and groan.

She rose above him and slid down hard, lodging his cock deeply inside her. “Jack!” she said, the feel of him too much. She leaned over him, making the desk chair rock back, and taking care not to overbalance, she began to ride him, setting a hard pace, her breasts swaying tantalizingly in front of him. He held her, hands at her waist, giving her control, at least for now, but as he grew closer to his release, he slipped his hands down to her ass, lifting and pulling her into position, meeting her downward movements with an upward thrust of his own.

His hands strayed up to her breasts, cupping them, holding them still so he could take each nipple, one at a time, between his lips, sucking and biting them gently, making her cry his name. Soon, it was too much and he released her breasts, returning to her ass, snaking one hand between them to find and stroke her clit. His orgasm was clawing through his body, trying to escape. He held back, waiting to feel the first flutters of her climax rippling through her sex.

Her thighs began to tremble. He knew she was close. He pressed down on her clit, then pinched it softly, rhythmically. She gave a faint shriek, muffled mostly by her mouth on his neck, and he could feel her pulse convulsing around him, drawing him into her even deeper. He grabbed her breast and seized her nipple, pressuring it, his fingers moving in time with the force of his own release, a throbbing spray of his seed deep inside her.

She fell forward onto him, nearly overbalancing the chair. Only his quick movement to right them, kept them from clattering to the floor. “Whoa,” he said, putting his arms around her, holding her to him. His phone rang. She looked at him and shrugged. He wheeled over to it, still holding her, their combined fluids leaking out of her to wet his thighs. “O'Neill,” he said, his voice somehow under control.

He listened to whomever was calling him, his hand idly stroking her back, tracing designs on the skin at the top of her ass. “Uh huh,” he responded to his caller, now looking directly into her eyes, as he palmed her breast, and tweaked her nipple. She glared at him and shifted slightly on his lap, astonished to feel him hardening again inside her.

“I'm in the middle of something right now, sir,” he said, smirking at her. “But as soon as I finish up here, I'll get right to it.” He angled his hips up into her sharply, making her gasp. He put his hand over her mouth and she silently berated him. He continued to talk into the phone, his fingers on her nipple, driving her crazy.

He was fully erect inside her now, and she decided if he wanted to play, then she would too. Using her abdominals, she ground into him. Now it was his turn to gasp. “Oh, no, no, sir,” he said, giving her a glare of his own. “I caught myself on something... “ She did some smirking back at him. “Yes, sir. As soon as I can,” he said into the phone. Slowly he replaced the handset. “Carter, that was evil,” he said. “I think I'm going to have to discipline you.”

Without warning, he brought his palm down sharply on her ass. She rose slightly using her thigh muscles, and he could feel a quiver go through her. She pressed herself against him, the rough cloth of his BDU jacket rubbing her sensitive nipples, and then she sank down on him again. His palm came down on her ass again, stinging her skin, and his. She looked into his face, unable to contain her arousal, which fed his. She ground against him, and he moved to flick her clit, raising his hand to smack her ass once more.

She leaned forward into his ear. “Harder, Jack,” she whispered, rising up and sliding down his length again. His eyes rolled back in his head, before he could obey her, bringing his hand up, and then sharply down, her flesh heating under his assault. He smoothed his hand on her ass where he'd smacked, before he smacked the other side, with a stinging blow. A long, low moan vibrated through her chest.

He grabbed handfuls of her ass and stood, walking back to his door, pushing her against it. Pinning her, he moved savagely to impale her and withdraw, fucking her hard. She panted into his ear. “Yessssss,” she hissed.

Their combined juices slicked through the furrow between her ass cheeks and he began to stroke his finger tips through the tender flesh, grazing across her anus, tickling the little hole, as he thrust into her. As he felt her tense and tremble, he pressed a finger into her, filling both her passages.

She screamed, coming hard, and he quickly covered her mouth with his to stifle the sound. He pumped into her forcefully twice more, the door holding them both upright, before he too came, the flutterings of her orgasm milking him until he was sated.

He staggered back into his chair, releasing her. Her feet barely touched the floor when he pulled her up into his lap, holding her close. Both of them were breathing heavily, but his strong arms encircled her and she felt safe, protected. “Wow,” she said.

“Yeah, wow,” he concurred. He kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back. “Sam, why did you come back?”

She flushed. “I... got kind of turned on... knowing that you were alone in your office ... aroused.”

“How did you know?” he asked her.

“The whole Hathor thing. All the guys are kinda ... horny.” She gave him a sparkling smile, a little mischievous. “So, I thought, I'd ... see if I could ... help...”

“Oh, you helped... a lot,” he said, smirking at her.