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1 through F › 24
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,954
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own 24, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
No way out
Title: No way out
Author: im_a_yogi
Author’s Website: www.geocities.com/im_a_yogi
Feedback: im_a_yogi@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17, M/F, D/s
Pairing: Nina/Jack
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: Jack and Nina are alone again...
Disclaimer: Don’t own them but how I wish I did! And trust me… I don’t make any money from this - I’m just having fun!
~
No Way Out
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They were alone again – if you didn’t count the body of the dead CTU agent on the floor. Jack hadn’t known the man and somehow he couldn’t bring himself to regret shooting him. He had been forced to do it.
Nina was standing by the wall, looking calmly at him. She was still unsure of his intentions and his motivations. He gave her a crooked smile, waving the gun in her direction, but she didn’t move away.
Had he pointed his gun at her too many times? Was she sure by now that he’d never pull the trigger?
He had tried everything to make her believe him and suddenly he wanted her to be scared again, to look at him with uncertainty – not knowing if he was to kill her or kiss her.
He crossed over to her and slammed her hard into the wall. She just looked at him, not yet scared - a smile about to flicker across her lips. But then he put the gun to her head.
She took a deep breath and tried to push him off.
“Nina, I’m warning you . . .” He saw fear in her eyes again and it turned him on. He pressed himself against her, showing her how hard he was. She looked up in surprise and that was when he kissed her.
One hand around her throat, he held on to her hard, kissing her passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Her response was a moan and he felt her moving against him. Her hands traveled around his waist and down to his ass, pulling him closer. He dropped the gun to the floor and grabbed her throat with both hands now, squeezing just a little, and her eyes widened - still not sure what he was going to do.
Fuck her or kill her?
He didn’t even know . . . But his aching cock told him what he needed.
Tugging at the belt and then shoving her leather pants and underwear down to her ankles . . . His hand moved and roughly touched her, fingers pushing inside without any warning. But she was ready and waiting. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back against the wall. He pulled away and left her standing there, panting and wanting him to go on touching her.
She opened her eyes and the way she looked at him made him lunge forward and throw her to the floor. He fell heavily on top of her and with one hand he held her down and with the other he opened his belt and zipper.
The sound of the gun being cocked right next to his ear made him freeze. It took him a second to realize Nina had his gun and was aiming it at his temple. He didn’t move – he didn’t know what she wanted and she didn’t say anything.
They looked at each other, breathing hard . . . and then he went for the gun.
He grabbed her arm and twisted it, making her scream in pain and drop the gun to the floor. Her other hand moved fast and a hard blow to his neck almost caused him to black out.
She squirmed out of his grip and he fell to the side, but despite his dizziness he didn’t let her go. He grabbed her leg and jerked her back towards him, her feet kicking fiercely. But the pants around her ankles were making it difficult for her and soon he was on top of her again. He held her arms pinned above her head and no matter how hard she tried to get out of his grip, he didn’t move an inch. She didn’t give up, her body desperately twisting underneath him and he gave her a mocking smirk that made her furious. She relaxed a little before she threw her head forward, trying to bite him, the only way left for her to hurt him. He didn’t even flinch from her attack, just moved his head back and stared at her.
So she surrendered, for now, and he felt her spreading her legs a little and he smiled. What was she trying to do now? Make him fuck her so that she could again try and get away? Did she really think . . .? His train of thoughts were interrupted by her soft whisper.
“Do it Jack . . .”
She had closed her eyes and her lips were parted – she was breathing hard and he couldn’t stop himself. He kissed her again and ground himself against her. She moaned and moved under him so that he could enter her. He slid in so easy, without even thinking about what he was doing, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do, and maybe it would have been under other circumstances. But he hated this woman and yet his body didn’t listen to reason anymore - not even to the little voice in his head that told him that this mistake could cost him his life. She was dangerous, but maybe that was what made this time so good.
Her groans of pleasure made him move faster, unable to control himself. He had lost his grip of one of her arms and he felt her hand clutching his shoulder, nails digging into his flesh.
Violent thrusts, her mouth under his, her back arching to get closer, making it possible for him to push deeper inside her. How he had fantasized about this . . . almost as many times as he had fantasized about killing her. The sudden thought made him aware of what he was doing but he couldn’t stop his body from slamming inside her again and again, needing this, needing release, needing to come inside her.
“Come on Jack, hurt me . . .”
Her words set him off and he forced her leg up, holding on to her thigh, bruising her. He buried himself deep inside her one last time before he came. Incoherent words left his lips as he exploded inside her. The sensation was so great he thought he was losing his mind. He kept moving and she couldn’t last any longer. Her body clenching around him, her hands tugging madly at his hair . . .
But he couldn’t let his guard down, not even for a second. So he forced his eyes open, making sure she was not already trying to find a way to put him out.
Her eyes were still closed and she was still recovering from the intensity of her orgasm. He remembered how he used to love seeing her like this. Breathless, face flushed, satisfied . . .
But now he wanted to give her anything but pleasure and he roughly pulled out of her and leaned back. Her eyes jerked open and he saw how she tried to regain her composure, trying to think of a way out.
But he just smiled at her. There was no way out now.
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Author: im_a_yogi
Author’s Website: www.geocities.com/im_a_yogi
Feedback: im_a_yogi@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17, M/F, D/s
Pairing: Nina/Jack
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: Jack and Nina are alone again...
Disclaimer: Don’t own them but how I wish I did! And trust me… I don’t make any money from this - I’m just having fun!
~
No Way Out
***********
They were alone again – if you didn’t count the body of the dead CTU agent on the floor. Jack hadn’t known the man and somehow he couldn’t bring himself to regret shooting him. He had been forced to do it.
Nina was standing by the wall, looking calmly at him. She was still unsure of his intentions and his motivations. He gave her a crooked smile, waving the gun in her direction, but she didn’t move away.
Had he pointed his gun at her too many times? Was she sure by now that he’d never pull the trigger?
He had tried everything to make her believe him and suddenly he wanted her to be scared again, to look at him with uncertainty – not knowing if he was to kill her or kiss her.
He crossed over to her and slammed her hard into the wall. She just looked at him, not yet scared - a smile about to flicker across her lips. But then he put the gun to her head.
She took a deep breath and tried to push him off.
“Nina, I’m warning you . . .” He saw fear in her eyes again and it turned him on. He pressed himself against her, showing her how hard he was. She looked up in surprise and that was when he kissed her.
One hand around her throat, he held on to her hard, kissing her passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Her response was a moan and he felt her moving against him. Her hands traveled around his waist and down to his ass, pulling him closer. He dropped the gun to the floor and grabbed her throat with both hands now, squeezing just a little, and her eyes widened - still not sure what he was going to do.
Fuck her or kill her?
He didn’t even know . . . But his aching cock told him what he needed.
Tugging at the belt and then shoving her leather pants and underwear down to her ankles . . . His hand moved and roughly touched her, fingers pushing inside without any warning. But she was ready and waiting. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back against the wall. He pulled away and left her standing there, panting and wanting him to go on touching her.
She opened her eyes and the way she looked at him made him lunge forward and throw her to the floor. He fell heavily on top of her and with one hand he held her down and with the other he opened his belt and zipper.
The sound of the gun being cocked right next to his ear made him freeze. It took him a second to realize Nina had his gun and was aiming it at his temple. He didn’t move – he didn’t know what she wanted and she didn’t say anything.
They looked at each other, breathing hard . . . and then he went for the gun.
He grabbed her arm and twisted it, making her scream in pain and drop the gun to the floor. Her other hand moved fast and a hard blow to his neck almost caused him to black out.
She squirmed out of his grip and he fell to the side, but despite his dizziness he didn’t let her go. He grabbed her leg and jerked her back towards him, her feet kicking fiercely. But the pants around her ankles were making it difficult for her and soon he was on top of her again. He held her arms pinned above her head and no matter how hard she tried to get out of his grip, he didn’t move an inch. She didn’t give up, her body desperately twisting underneath him and he gave her a mocking smirk that made her furious. She relaxed a little before she threw her head forward, trying to bite him, the only way left for her to hurt him. He didn’t even flinch from her attack, just moved his head back and stared at her.
So she surrendered, for now, and he felt her spreading her legs a little and he smiled. What was she trying to do now? Make him fuck her so that she could again try and get away? Did she really think . . .? His train of thoughts were interrupted by her soft whisper.
“Do it Jack . . .”
She had closed her eyes and her lips were parted – she was breathing hard and he couldn’t stop himself. He kissed her again and ground himself against her. She moaned and moved under him so that he could enter her. He slid in so easy, without even thinking about what he was doing, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do, and maybe it would have been under other circumstances. But he hated this woman and yet his body didn’t listen to reason anymore - not even to the little voice in his head that told him that this mistake could cost him his life. She was dangerous, but maybe that was what made this time so good.
Her groans of pleasure made him move faster, unable to control himself. He had lost his grip of one of her arms and he felt her hand clutching his shoulder, nails digging into his flesh.
Violent thrusts, her mouth under his, her back arching to get closer, making it possible for him to push deeper inside her. How he had fantasized about this . . . almost as many times as he had fantasized about killing her. The sudden thought made him aware of what he was doing but he couldn’t stop his body from slamming inside her again and again, needing this, needing release, needing to come inside her.
“Come on Jack, hurt me . . .”
Her words set him off and he forced her leg up, holding on to her thigh, bruising her. He buried himself deep inside her one last time before he came. Incoherent words left his lips as he exploded inside her. The sensation was so great he thought he was losing his mind. He kept moving and she couldn’t last any longer. Her body clenching around him, her hands tugging madly at his hair . . .
But he couldn’t let his guard down, not even for a second. So he forced his eyes open, making sure she was not already trying to find a way to put him out.
Her eyes were still closed and she was still recovering from the intensity of her orgasm. He remembered how he used to love seeing her like this. Breathless, face flushed, satisfied . . .
But now he wanted to give her anything but pleasure and he roughly pulled out of her and leaned back. Her eyes jerked open and he saw how she tried to regain her composure, trying to think of a way out.
But he just smiled at her. There was no way out now.
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