See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me

See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me

Sam knew they were in the locker room. She'd stowed her own things there before the mission to P3X472, because the SG1 locker room was under repair. The mission was finally over. They'd brokered a good deal for naquadah. The debriefing went swiftly. She'd been cleared by Dr. Brightman, and now she really wanted to go home. So she had to go in there and get her civvies, wallet, everything, even though she knew they were in there, undressing, showering, dressing. Sam shivered slightly as the images played through her head. And as she neared the door, she could hear the General's voice, too. Shit! He was in there with them!

Thinking that she could be really quiet and sneak in unnoticed, Sam tipped the door open and peaked inside. She caught a glimpse of O'Neill, his back to her, and Daniel, standing sideways, leaning against the lockers, but looking away from the door. Teal'c must be in the shower, she thought. Sam slipped in. Now, she had to be as silent as a cloud. She quietly opened the locker and began removing her stuff.

"So, kids, see any good trees or rocks on P3X472?" O'Neill smirked.

"Ha, ha, Jack," Daniel offered dryly.

Just then, Teal'c emerged from the shower. He strode powerfully, and naked, toward his comrades, his long and slender cock bouncing slightly with each movement of his legs forward. Both Jack and Daniel turned their heads away, but then looked up into their friend's face as he approached. Teal'c began to towel himself dry. "Ya know, T, there are hooks outside the shower for your towel, if you wanted to ..." O'Neill suggested.

"I have no need for modestly O'Neill," the big man said. "For thousands of years the Goa'uld bred their Jaffa for physical beauty and prowess. A young warrior must learn from boyhood that he serves his master whenever, wherever he is required, with or without weapons, clothing, anything! Modesty is not only unnecessary, it is rejected."

"Yeah... I've always wondered about the goals of Goa'uld breeding, Teal'c," Daniel mused. "I mean, your ... build ... is pretty extraordinary by Earth standards."

On the other side of the locker room, still getting her things, Sam paused. Did she hear that right? Was Daniel suggesting that Teal'c's member was... ummm... noteworthy? Sam licked her lips and stifled a sharply drawn breath. Hmmm. I wonder if I could sneak just one peek, she thought. Too risky, she decided and continued to lift her belongings quietly out of the locker.

"Aw, come on, Daniel," Jack protested. "Leave the guy alone. I mean, T's big, but he's not that big, really..." Jack's voice trailed off as he looked, finally, at his Jaffa friend's prodigious penis. "Well, maybe..." Jack drawled, considering.

"I have seen you both," Teal'c proclaimed. "You, Daniel Jackson, are not nearly as long as I, but you are considerately thicker. And you, O'Neill are closer to me in size, still smaller, but again thicker." Both men looked at their respective crotches and reddened.

"Are you really nearly as big as Teal'c, Jack?" Daniel asked incredulously.

"Umm, I guess," Jack shrugged.

"Let's see," said Daniel.

Behind the lockers, Sam stopped reaching for her shoes and sat upright on the bench. Jesus! Now they were comparing cocks. This kind of thing never happened when the women were in the locker room!

Jack looked at Daniel askance. "What?" he sputtered.

"Come on, Jack," Daniel smiled sweetly. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours..."

"Do not be modest, O'Neill. Your kree-nicatel is well-formed and ...."

Both Daniel and Jack's heads shot up to look at Teal'c. "Kree-nicatel!?!" Daniel asked, wondering.

"Yoo-hoo-gun?" said Jack, just a little flummoxed.

Daniel put his long index finger on his chin just under his lips and rubbed gently, thinking. "Something more like, the-weapon-which-stands-at-attention, I think.," Daniel suggested.

"As I was saying, you need no modesty, O'Neill. Nor do you, Daniel Jackson," Teal'c opined.

Daniel cocked an eyebrow at Jack, smirked and reached for his own pants button and zipper.

"Oh well... sure," Jack said, resigned. He didn't go for all this show and tell crap, but he perversely wanted to wipe that smug expression off Daniel's face when he saw what Jack was packing.

Sam couldn't believe her ears. First one zip, then another. Three of her favorite men, showing each other their oh so private parts! She was feeling a little shaky, and more than a little curious... and she had to acknowledge that she also felt an incredible urge between her thighs. I just have to see this, she thought. She crept to the edge of the locker nearest the aisle leading down to the showers and peaked around the corner to assess the situation. She pulled back quickly, then stealthily looked again.

There stood Daniel, slouching comfortably against the bank of lockers, his jeans were open and his cock was pulled out. It was thick, meaty, even. Sam couldn't help licking her lips. And beyond Daniel, standing completely naked, was Teal'c with the longest penis she'd ever seen. Involuntarily, she gasped.

Daniel's head turned toward the sound, recognizing her immediately. Teal'c quirked his eyebrow at Colonel Carter's startled face. Jack's head twitched around swiftly, in time to see Sam's blond tresses as she streaked out the locker room door.

“Fuck!” Jack swore, as he tucked himself back into his khakis and zipped up. He wheeled around and pelted to the door, yanking it open. In the corridor, he caught a flash of Carter's retreating back, as she sped around the corner away from him. “Carter!” he yelled.

She heard him, but she wasn't about to let him know that. She kept on running, heading full-tilt to ... she wasn't sure where, just away from him.

“Carter!” he shouted again, this time in full-command mode. He was jogging after her, catching up, but still she ran from him. “Lieutenant Colonel!” Jack shouted. “Halt!”

Sam skidded to a sudden stop. Damn, he thought, that woman can follow orders! He hustled up to her, stopping just short of physically overtaking her. “Carter!” he said sharply.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her back to him.

“About face, Colonel!” Jack barked. Sam neatly pivoted. She looked flustered. She was pink-cheeked and her chest was heaving. Exertion, Jack wondered, or was it something else?

“What were you doing in the locker room, Colonel,” Jack said sharply.

“I was recovering my things from the locker, sir,” Sam said, her eyes roaming his face, wondering what he was up to.

“That's General, sir, Colonel Carter!” Jack said harshly.

“Yes, sir, General, sir,” Sam responded, giving him a crisp salute. Jack stepped back slightly, watching her face. He grabbed her arm in a steely grip and pulled her along the corridor with him.

“My office, Carter,” he hissed.

When they approached the door, Jack swiped his card and piloted her inside. He turned and locked the door, as she collapsed into one of his guest chairs. “I did not give you permission to sit, Colonel,” Jack said icily. Sam glanced at his hard expression and rose immediately, standing at ease, with her feet shoulder-width apart, her hands tucked into the small of her back. Jack circled around to his desk chair and sat. “Now, Carter, what did you see in the locker room?” Jack's tone was silky and dangerous.

“Well, sir,” she began. Sam bit nervously down on her lower lip. She heard something in his voice and it was making her edgy.

“I asked you a question, Colonel,” Jack said softly, but with menace. He was pissed off, alright.

Sam winced, then straightened her spine, lifted her chin, and spoke. As if she did this every day, Sam reported, “I saw Teal'c completely naked. Wow. And I also saw Daniel. He had most of his clothes on, but I could see his ...” Jack lowered his head and shivered slightly. Sam quirked a smile, but quickly sobered, as Jack looked darkly into her eyes.

Barely audible, Jack asked, “And did you see me?”

Sam lowered her eyes. “No, sir,” she replied.

The silence stretched unbearably. He didn't really understand his own reactions, but he was angry and he was jealous. Sam, his Sam, looking at Teal'c and at Daniel, for crying out loud, but not at him. And he was aroused. His cock was hard and straining.

Then Jack heaved a sigh and said, “Do you want to?”

Sam's head snapped up. In the low light of the General's office lamp, she could barely see his expression. What was he thinking? Sam tried to read his eyes, but they were shadowed and dark. Sam debated with herself. This situation was ridiculous... but it was making her hot. She couldn't deny the wetness creeping into her panties. This moment was surreal, and the only solid thing, the only thing she could hold onto in her mind and heart was the man in front of her, offering himself to her... and she wanted him.

Taking a leap of faith, she nodded slightly, almost to herself. “What's that, Carter? I didn't hear you,” Jack asked in a strained, quiet voice.

Sam steeled herself. “Yes, sir, I would like to see you, too.” She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe her boldness. She couldn't believe his offer. She couldn't even fathom what was going on in his mind, but she knew she wanted to see Jack in all his glory, and the thought was making her even hotter. Pete Shanahan be damned!

Jack stood suddenly on the other side of his big desk. His long fingers went to his button and fly. As he unzipped, Sam unconsciously twitched her thigh muscles, and Jack swore he could smell her. His cock, which was already hard, tightened suddenly and painfully. She watched as he eased his dick out of his boxers, careful not to scrape himself on the waistband or zipper.

Sam drew in a swift breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm herself. The wetness and heat between her thighs were rapidly becoming unbearable. Jack looked at her across the desk, exposed and vulnerable, but still somehow powerful. His dick was long and thick, hard as marble, veined and pulsing, displayed for her to see and admire.

And she did. Sam scraped her teeth against her suddenly dry lips, the wet sound loud in her own ears. “Sir,” she began. “Permission to ... touch you?”

Jack stepped back from his desk slightly. “Granted,” he said, as quiet as a sigh.

Sam vaulted over his desk, scattering files and landing on her feet in front of him, nearly touching, but not quite. Jack took another step back, the back of his knees finding the edge of his desk chair. Before he could sit, Sam reached out both hands and grabbed the sides of his khakis. She pulled them down, bringing along his underwear and baring his muscular thighs, his scarred knees. She looked at his straining penis and gently pushed on his chest. Jack sat down heavily in his chair.

She knelt in front of him. Jack was big. The head of his cock was purple as a plum. Sam rubbed her cheek against it, making Jack hiss and squirm. Sitting down on his office floor in front of him, Sam untied Jack's boots and removed them. She pulled off his socks and finished removing his pants and boxers. She looked up into Jack's face and settled her palms on his thighs. She closed her eyes and smiled angelically, then she snaked out her tongue to lick the head of his cock.

“Sweet Jesus!” Jack swore. Sam smiled sweetly and took him into her mouth, tasting him with her tongue, stretching her lips around the engorged head of Jack's cock. His eyes rolled into their sockets and he fell against the back of his desk chair. Sam pulled her lips off him and rubbed her face in his public hair, smelling him. Levering her face across the underside of his erection, she paused to scrape him gently with her teeth, before dipping her face to nuzzle his balls. Jack watched her from beneath hooded eyes, his breaths coming in pants.

Lifting her butt up off the floor, Sam rested on her knees, her head bowed. She tucked both hands around his cock, holding him gently but with intention. She lowered her mouth on him slowly, taking him in until he filled her and bounced off the back of her throat. She moaned, humming into his cock, a vibration that spread through Jack's body from his dick to the roots of his hair.

He was entranced. This smart, beautiful woman, the woman for whom he had lusted for eight years, this woman whom he loved, was sucking his dick. It was what he imagined a blow job must feel like in heaven. Her mouth was soft and hard and wet and oh so fuckable. That thought struck him suddenly. She deserved more than this. She deserved more than cold knees on a hard floor, giving her CO a blow job in his office at his desk.

“Sam,” Jack croaked. She pulled up from his cock and looked at him, her lips shiny, red and little swollen from distending around his girth. He fixed her with his eyes and reached for her. He slipped his hands under her armpits and stood, lifting her to her feet.

“We're not doing this,” he said harshly. Sam looked at him in confusion. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame. Didn't he want her? What was going on? Jack grabbed her upper arms and pushed her away from him. She stepped backwards heavily and her ass hit the edge of his desk. Jack stepped toward her, reached down and popped the button on her jeans. He lifted his eyes to meet hers in a silent request. She nodded slightly and he continued, unzipping her.

Now he reached to her sides and pulled. Kneeling down, his knees cracking, Jack lowered Sam's jeans and her tiny cotton panties down her long legs. He reached down to untie and pull off her shoes and socks. Finally she was as naked as he from the waist down. Still on his knees, ignoring the aches, Jack leaned forward and buried his face in her soft pubic hair, nuzzling and rubbing his face in her warmth.

Lifting her legs, Jack pushed Sam a little farther back onto his desk top, spreading her knees and revealing her secrets to his searching eyes. “You are so beautiful, Sam,” he said reverently. Sam just watched him, her breath loud in her own ears. He ran his hands up the inner length of her thighs. His thumbs pressed into her labia, opening her even more, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her sex.

Sam leaned back on the desk, her pussy thrumming with heat and blood. She could feel Jack's tongue slipping through her flesh from her hungry opening to the tightening nub of her clit. Then, with his teeth, he pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking strongly. Sam's hips and ass rose without her volition, off the desk top and into Jack's face. “Like that, do ya?” he smirked, before pushing her down and returning to her clit.

“General,” she panted. “General, sir!” she tried again. Jack ignored her voice, concentrating on her fragrant flesh. He removed his thumbs and, using two stiff fingers, entered her sharply. Again, Sam's hips moved without conscious thought. “Jack!” she cried. His head rose and he looked at her, his face serious, eyes dark. “Jack,” she moaned.

“What do you want, Samantha,” he asked.

“You. Inside me. Now. Please,” she replied.

Jack stood, his knees resisting, and pulled her up from the edge of the desk. He fit her to him, their bodies flush against one another without hesitation or restraint. “Kiss me, Sam,” he said, and she complied, tasting herself in his mouth, on his lips and on his tongue. Jack pulled away from her, keeping one arm around her and using the other to topple the rest of his files from his desk. Using both hands, he lifted her onto the desk, placing her in the middle. He followed her up, positioning himself between her legs. She watched him, propped up on her elbows.

Then he was pressing his body to hers, pushing her down and covering her face with kisses. “Sam.” He drew out her name like a song he couldn't get out of his head. Rising above her, Jack pulled Sam's leg up at the knee. The other leg followed. Looking into her eyes, Jack thrust into her hard and they both gasped. She locked her feet behind him and pushed her pelvis up into his hips.

“Not yet, Sam,” he said smiling down at her, not moving. Balancing on one hand, trying to keep some of his weight off of her, he used his free hand to open her blouse. Impatiently, Sam tried to help with the buttons, interlacing their fingers until Jack just yanked the offending clothes open, popping buttons and tearing the fabric. Jack had no difficulty with her front-close bra, releasing her breasts to his molten gaze. “Sweet,” he whispered, and lowered his mouth to gently bite then suck her nipple.

Sam felt electric shocks shoot through her breasts and into her pussy as Jack's teeth, lips and tongue worshiped her. “Jack,” she cried, his name her mantra. He grinned at her and moved his mouth to her other breast, taking the first in his hand, grabbing it roughly. “Fuck!” she swore.

“Yes,” Jack smirked at her. “Right about now.” Rearing up on both hands, Jack pulled out and slammed deeply into her, ramming the head of his cock into her cervix. She screamed his name and came violently, clamping and shuddering around his hard length imbedded so tightly within her. Exercising every bit of his control, Jack held back for a few moments, allowing her to calm down from her orgasm. Then he pulled out and slammed into her again.

But now he couldn't stop himself. His control slipped entirely and he was thrusting and twisting himself deeper and deeper into Sam's warmth. She was tight and she was wet and she fit him perfectly, caressing every vein and surface of him. He was losing himself inside her and he didn't care. He didn't care if he was her CO. He didn't care if he was too old for her. He didn't care if he was scarred and tortured and a bastard supreme. All he cared about at that moment was emptying himself inside her body, pumping her with his seed, marking her as his own.

“Jack,” she cried when she felt him stiffen inside her. As his cock began to leap toward her womb, pumping and spilling, she came again, trembling and arching against him. They were fused together, unable and unwilling to stop. Their orgasms racked them and each other until there was nothing left of their individuality. They were an amalgam. They were SamandJack, JackandSam, a single being with one purpose, to be together.

Slowly, they came to their senses. Jack lifted himself slightly from Sam's body, perching above her on his elbow, but still firmly seated inside her. Sam opened her eyes and looked at him. She smiled, her sapphire eyes sparkling like suns. He couldn't help himself. He smiled right back, a goofy quirk to his lips which made her heart flutter. She squeezed his cock with her inner muscles.

“Samantha,” he said, “You're gonna kill me.”