Your Standard Tabletop Sex Fantasy

Chloe sat very, very still.

Her face was the picture of resolute defiance. She was wearing the trademark Chloe expression everyone knew so well. Lips pursed tightly, eyes glassy and blinking only seldom, it was the face she wore when she was very stressed, very pissed, or trying to get someone out of shit.

And oh, was she ever in shit today. Shit she was going to have to work very hard to get herself out of.

About ten minutes ago, Jack had marched up to her desk, given her a blazing look and told her to report to Holding 2 immediately. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit, was all that was running through Chloe's head. She'd been holding out on him and she knew it. And now she was going to pay.

She jumped a little as the door clicked open and Jack came in, his face grim, as though he had to put down his favourite puppy. "Look," he said, "if you just tell me what's going on, we can cut a deal, Chloe. I don't want to have to do this the hard way," he said, gesturing to the metal Halliburton he was carrying. "Do you understand?" he asked, as though he was talking to a five year old and not one of the most intelligent women in the country.

"Yes," Chloe said, biting her lip and trying not to look worried. She knew that Jack would do what he had to do to get what he wanted.

"Are you going to co-operate?" he asked, giving her a long, hard look. "And I'm only giving you this one chance, Chloe. You're a smart girl. Do the smart thing."

"No, Jack, you know I can't tell you anything!" she exhaled sharply and looked around fearfully.

Jack gave her a disappointed look. "Fine. Then we do this the hard way."

Chloe gulped. Now she'd done it. Jack shucked his jacket and laid it on his chair-back. Slowly, menacingly, he rolled up his sleeves and adjusted his cufflinks. Then he opened the metal case, away from her so that she couldn't see its contents. He drew out a black scarf and tied it snugly around her eyes. "If you take that off, I will hurt you."

"Jack," Chloe said, a tremor in her voice, "please, you don't have to do this."

"Chloe, I don't want to do this. But you have to co-operate!" He said, voice rising.

"No," she said, voice barely a whisper.

"Goddamnit Chloe!" He yelled, right up in her face now and smashed a fist into the table. "Just fucking tell me what you know!" she'd never heard him sound this angry.

Chloe made her move then. Her hand shot out and caught a fistful of his shirt, trying to use the element of surprise to propel herself backwards.

It didn't work. There was a scuffle of chairs, an angry snarl and small squeak from Chloe as he caught her wrist in a painfully tight grip, forcing her to let go of his shirt. "That's it," he growled, voice dangerously low. He raised a fist and caught the back of Chloe's head with his other hand.

Like a bolt of lightening, his fist hit the table right beside her and he pulled her head towards his for a searing, oxygen stealing kiss.

Catching on immediately, Chloe kissed him back furiously, trying to take control of the kiss, which had escalated into a deep, open mouth frenzy. Small puffs of air escaped as groans erupted from both of their chests.

Chloe climbed up onto the table to relieve the awkward angle they had created kissing across from each other. Never once breaking their kiss, she crawled forwards on all fours and settled in Jack's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Finally, they broke apart and Chloe's hand wandered towards her blindfold, wanting it off.

"No," Jack growled, stopping her straying hand. Then he attacked her neck with his mouth and let his tongue swirl and teeth graze the soft, tantalizing flesh there.

Chloe moaned and tilted her head back, giving Jack more access to her neck and the top of her breasts. She ground herself into his lap, feeling his hot, obvious erection straining against his fly. He growled again, that low, guttural, raspy sound that made every hair on Chloe's body stand on end. In a good way. A very good way. His hands were on her blouse now, impatiently undoing each tiny button. He got to the third one down and then gave both sides a sharp tug, reveling in the sound of ripping cotton and flying buttons hitting the ground.

Chloe was already attacking his belt, not needing her vision to get it off expediently. She went for the button of his pants, but paused and let out a long, languorous moan as Jack squeezed firmly at her breast, his mouth inching down to take the place of his hands as he expertly undid her bra and flung it away. He attacked her breasts again, one hand pinching a nipple and his mouth covering another.

"God... Jack!" Chloe breathed, losing herself in the sensation for just a moment.

"I love your breasts more anything in the world Chloe... except for one thing," he said, pausing to quickly strip off his t-shirt.

"And what's that, Jack?" Chloe asked, finally getting his button and fly undone and reaching in to stroke his hot, ready cock.

His breath caught in his throat and his eyes rolled back into his head momentarily. "Nothing..." he gasped as she started stroking harder, "is better than your..." she gave him a good squeeze through his boxers, "...pussy," he gasped, kicking his pants off the rest of the way.

Chloe, ever the analytical, scientific one, replied with "prove it."

"Oh, I will," he rasped, about ready to go crazy. "Enough of that," he said, grabbing Chloe's hands and quickly turning the tables. He pushed Chloe up onto the metal desktop as though she weighed nothing. "Take off your skirt, Chloe, and then maybe I'll let you take the blind fold off your eyes."

"I always thought you were an upskirt kind of guy," she quipped, trying to see how far she could push him. "It's far more efficient, quicker." She could practically feel his heated scowl, though she couldn't see it. She unzipped her skirt and pulled it off anyways, leaving her in... absolutely nothing.

"I told you I would find out anyways," he said, voice about an octave lower than usual. "Now, was that really worth all that trouble? It would have saved both of us a lot of time."

"Jack," Chloe said, pulling the blindfold off her eyes, "shut up and fuck me."

He didn't say a word. He just surged forwards and pushed her shoulders down on the table and parting her legs easily with his body. They both gasped as the head of his cock accidentally brushed against her hot, wet opening.

"Jack, please..." Chloe said, a tone of desperation and need in his voice he had never heard before. Without a moment's hesitation he slid into her, burying himself to the hilt and then pausing to get back in control of himself. They were both panting, loud, hot puffs of air and look straight into each other's eyes, both simply marveling at their union. Chloe clenched her inner muscles and wrapped her legs around Jack's waist, urging him to move.

He pulled out slowly and then sank back in, hissing at sensation of her hot, slick channel. His slow pace didn't last long; Chloe was meeting his thrusts with increasing vigour. He looked down at her for confirmation. She slid her hands from his neck to intertwine with his fingers and pulled their hands over her head, giving him greater leverage. Her body language spoke volumes. I trust you. I want you. Lose control. Take me.

"Fuck, Jack!" Chloe yelled, back arching off the table as he hit her g-spot.

It was the last straw. Hearing her cuss, something she never did, sent Jack past the point of no return. He pounded into her as hard as he could, hitting her clit with his pubic bone every time. She didn't last much longer. The combined sensation of him hitting her clit and g-spot over and over again catapulted her over edge with her screaming a raw, earth shattering rendition of his name. Her muscles contracted around his aching cock harder than he thought possible. He groaned like a dying man and buried his face in her neck as he came, shuddering deliciously over her.

He rolled onto her and then to the side, not wanting to crush her. They lay silent for a moment as their breathing became even again and their heart rates returned to normal.

"Jack," Chloe said at last, fingers playing idly over his chest, "have I ever told you much I love your penis?"

Jack smirked. It was such a Chloe thing to say. "No, I don't believe you have."