Sam and her boys, 7: Hip, NC17, Sam/Jack/Siler
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Summary: Gutter(s)
Chapter 7: Hip (NC17)
AN: I blame this entirely pointless PWP smut on my current obsession with this pic, curtesy of piccies from VancouverCreationCon2009 at Gateworld. lol, those who know me, know that it is always dangerous to introduce me to drooly pictures.. I can get very annoyingly stuck on them...
"You didn't mention I'd have to work for my keep."
Jack snorted at the laconic complaint, having to squint as he looked up, even with baseball cap and sunglasses on, "Hey, you get a nice big bed to play in, isn't that worth a bit of sweat?"
Siler didn't bother to take the bait, concentrating on keeping his centre balanced as he stretched his body out over the edge of the roof to reach the stubborn piece of gutter. He really didn't mind the work; it was easy, mindless physical labour; hot sun on his back, fresh air in his lungs.
Good company scampering along besides him.
Sam took the piece of aluminum out of his hand so he could get himself back up without it unbalancing him and he thanked her softly, wondering how it could feel so comfortable, easy, reassuring and instinctive to work with a person, "Thanks, Sam."
"That's the last piece," she dropped the old, twisted metal over the edge for Jack to take to the scrap pile, watching with a smile as Siler carefully shifted himself back to the upright crouch they worked in, "Getting the new ones on shouldn't take too long."
He shook his head at the soft encouragement, not needing it. The last thing either of them had wanted was Jack's bad knees on a roof. Luckily he hadn't decided to think with the wrong head about this little job; arguing him down would have left bad feelings to ruin this beautiful day. But it was just too much fun to tease the general, even now that he knew the man couldn't reprimand him no matter what he said.
He grinned at his fellow roof-rat, silently appreciating the sight of Sam's very thin tank top and short shorts; not to mention her tanned skin glistening in the sun. They'd both opted for the risk of a bit of shingle-burn over getting heatstroke on the roof. His voice was low, keeping it from reaching their helper, "I'm fine, Sam. Was just riling him."
She snickered, shaking her head as she turned to get to the corner where they were going to start installing the fresh pipes, "You two are such five-year-olds, sometimes."
He laughed out loud, aware that Jack was watching them with relaxed pleasure as he passed up the first length, "Five-year-olds who can make you scream with pleasure, colonel-ma'am."
She threw him back a grin before getting to work, "It *is* a nice big bed, isn't it?"
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Three hours later, Siler leaned back against the kitchen counter, glugging cold lemonade from the container in relief. Watching some of the drink trickle out the sides of his mouth and down his throat, Sam stepped forward on silent feet. No matter how tired she was and how much they both needed a shower, she'd spent the day keeping her eyes from straying *too* long to avoid the kind of distraction that would be deadly 30 feet up on a sloped surface. And now there was no reason whatsoever not to drool to her heart's content. Grinning, she decided that they really needed to convince Jack to feel less self-conscious; this whole ogling thing was just *too* pleasurable.
Bare skin shiny with sweat, and that trickle of sweetness was running a trail down his right pectoral now, sliding easily over the bare, heavy muscle that had just spent unforgiving hours holding, hauling and nailing. Like her, he'd ditched his shoes and socks outside and hosed his legs and feet to cool down, splashing the ragged edge of the cutoffs that only came a couple inches down his muscled thighs.
And now that tempting trail of runaway liquid was creating matching wet spots in the ancient denim at his waist, running in the valleys between ab muscles -just deep enough to act as guides.
"Are you trying to undress me with those eyes, colonel?"
Sam lifted those eyes with a grin at the gravely words, meeting the laughter in his and aware that he'd straightened slightly. Considering how self-effacing he could be, that bit of pride in the shape he was in was not only well-earned, but downright adorable. She stepped all the way up to him and took the plastic container from him to take a few swallows of her own, letting her belly come to rest against his fly and feeling his hands cup her hips loosely as he smiled at her; tired and happy in the late afternoon light.
His body still radiated heat from the sun and the work, and the musky smell of physical labour was sticking to both of them after the long day. Nonetheless, Sam set the empty container aside and bypassed his reaching lips to suckle at the corner of his mouth, humming at the lemony sweetness mixed with salty sweat and stubble, hearing him chuckle, his hands stealthily sneaking under her top. Nudging his head a little sideways and up with hers, she followed the trail down his throat, her hands, resting on his ribs, feeling the shudder that went through him and the tension it left behind as she deliberately teased his sensitive skin.
Jack must have decided to setup and try out their new bed after his shower because the house was so quiet that Siler's breathing filled her ears; their own little intimate world of sensation.
His hands stilled as she bent to continue the trail, slow and languid, licking smooth skin and getting high on the taste of sweat, Siler and sugar; and especially on the soft moan in his throat.
Though the trail had bypassed the hollow of his throat, Sam had no qualms about cheating. Seducing Siler was the point; not conducting a science experiment. And seducing herself with the feel of him was a happy by-product, she thought, need pooling heat through her lower body as he shivered, his hands clenching where they held her.
"Sam."
Strange that Siler's quiet raspy lisp of the shortened form of her name had the same shiver-causing emotional effect as Jack's tender use of 'Samantha'.
Letting her eyes close momentarily as she very gently kissed the side of his tight nipple, her hands slid slowly down his sweaty, dirt-grainy back to his waistband, gliding her palms over his ass to dislodge the dirt she'd picked up and then coming back up to tease her fingers into the tight space between the material and his hot skin.
Hearing his breath catch in anticipation, she kept her eyes closed, simply revelling in her other senses as she traced the edge of his pectoral with her stiffened tongue. Salt, musk and lemonade, Siler's and her own unsteady breath, smooth skin, stretched over hard muscle; arousal was making her a little too sensitive for her tight shorts, but she shifted her hips to rearrange the fit and carried on. Lowering to a crouch, her hands followed the ragged material around his waist until they met at his fly, her teeth scraping over his abs to the tune of his choked groans.
Her lips took a last detour to his hip as his hands slid into her hair and hers carefully undid his buttons, working around the twitch of his pelvis and the way his aroused cock distended the fabric. Every lick and nibble at the little hollow under her lips caused the man she was torturing to jerk with increasing power, choking out swearwords mixed with her name; and made hunger shiver through her, dampness leaving her increasingly aware of her own shivery body.
With a last, mostly-teasing, bite, Sam sat back on her heels for a second to appreciate the view, smirking at him when his eyes popped open and he squawked 'Hey!' at her no longer kissing him. He really *was* addicted to touch.
The sheepish look that appeared as she smiled affectionately at him was entirely too boyish for the experienced man he was, lighting his eyes with such open emotion that she was very tempted to stand up and just kiss him for an hour or two.
But her hand was wrapped around very hard flesh that flexed under her slightly shifting grip and she was even *more* inclined to drive him a little crazy; right now. With a last visual sweep of all the enticing, sweaty, muscle-y, freely offered skin, Sam shifted forward, ignoring the thrust of his hips and his moan of anticipation. Unerringly finding the last of the lemonade and sucking it off the skin wrinkled by the waistband of his shorts. She should call him commando-Siler, considering how often he skipped underwear...
Then she stopped teasing, sliding her lips onto his cock and slowly down his length, sucking as she slid her palms under his shorts, encouraging them to slide down his legs as she stroked and squeezed the tight cheeks of his ass.
Her hands had just enough control this way to keep his hips from jerking him too deep and she could slide up and down his cock with simple, unimpeded pleasure. Though his hands clenched in her hair repeatedly, she easily ignored the occasional attempted tug, listening to his ragged gasps instead and feeling him pulse between her lips. Swirling her tongue around him as she sucked more firmly and deeper made him cry out roughly, shuddering, and her clit responded with sharp throbbing of its own; an ache for him growing deep inside.
Sam could just see Siler's expression from this position, and watched, letting the knowledge of his pleasure skid through her and add to the need to be taken. She knew he was getting close when she had to shift her hands to his hips to hold him steady and, however much she wanted his cock hard inside her body, she'd wanted to do *this* since the first time she'd watched him and Jack so comfortably cooking together and was about to speed up her movements to get him there when his arms tensed and he pulled her firmly away from his cock and upright until he could kiss her, stabbing his tongue into her mouth and demanding surrender.
Lost in the possessive kiss, the edge of the table hitting the back of her thighs was the only thing that forced her to pay attention to the new state of affairs, just in time to feel her shorts glide down her legs. Before she could react further than with a gasp of surprise, there was a tug at her shoulders and the rip of fabric; shortly followed by her arms getting pulled away from their grip on Siler's shoulders for the remnant of her top to come off. Only then, when she was as naked as he was, did the suddenly wild man making love to her pull back.
His hands slid to her thighs as he stared fiercely in to her eyes, "Want you. Want to *fuck* you. Now."
Sam's teasing pout of disappointment smeared into a moan when he lifted her legs around his waist and drove into her with a shaky growl against her lips, taking the step so her ass edged onto the table. Focused on feeling the much-needed pressure inside her needy body, she let him shift her until she was laying back on the chilly wood and her feet brushed his ears, giving him total control and total access. Both of which he took full advantage of, holding her hips and thrusting hard.
She could feel his every muscle hard under her legs, watched with wide eyes and short breath as his face tightened, thrown back to drive harder.
Twisting on the table as much as she could within his steely grip, Sam brought her hands up, cupping her breast and stroking her nipples just right, feeling the resulting pull meet the quickly-rising wall of pleasure as he hit right on her G-spot over and over. Then she was tensing, unable to breathe as the orgasm exploded through her, barely seeing his expression change with the harsh pleasure as she dragged him over.
Coming back to her senses to the feel of her body twitching with the last aftershocks, she smiled lazily, looking with content pleasure at the man leaning his weight on the table on either side of her hips, head hanging between his locked-straight arms. She had to look wanton as hell with her legs up and around his head, the two of them buck naked in the late-afternoon shadows of their kitchen. Not that she was inclined to do anything to change it; the heat still soaking her body and the sweet intimacy of watching and feeling his body slowly softening was peaceful heaven.
Seeing Jack round the table, though, showered and changed into clean house-slacks and shirt, wearing an intense look that she knew very well, sent a fresh pulse of anticipation through her previously sated body, watching with once again shortening breath as he slid a hand up Siler's throat to his jaw, raising his face to meet his for a hard, deep kiss.
Just as she saw Jack's other hand splay over the back of Siler's head, trying to deepen the kiss as Sam watched appreciatively, the sergeant pulled back with a small grin, turning to wink at her as he gently lowered her legs before pulling his softened cock out of her unconsciously resisting body and stepping away.
Now she *really* was wanton, laying there without a word as Jack took Siler's place with a tight grin.
Noticing that he had his slacks open and likely been watching them for a while, by the evidence of his cock, hard and wet up against his belly, she grinned, wordlessly bringing her legs up to his waist, blinking away a wince at her sore muscles, "Enjoyed the show, mon general?"
His eyes very reluctantly rose from her very wet crotch to her eyes, his grin relaxing as he brought one hand to stroke a finger gently along her still-tight clit, idly smoothing the come coating her over her swollen vulva. "Yeah." His other hand smoothed up and down her thigh a bit as he blatantly leered at her naked body. Then he looked to the side and she followed his eyes to where Si' was fishing in a cupboard, uncaring of his nudity. "Very good show."
Jack turned back to her, taking his hand from her thigh to his cock and guiding himself into her without further ado. She arched up, moaning softly at the easy, wet glide into her willing body. Then his earlier intensity came back full-force, his gentleness morphing into quick, shallow thrusts.
Leaning on the counter and drizzling honey on his finger to lick it up, Siler watched appreciatively as Jack let himself go; watched Sam enjoy another slow climb into need. Smiling happily, he brought his energy-snack and ambled over to them, loving how good he felt. It really *had* been a long day's work, but they'd done it calmly and slowly and all he felt was pleasantly tired.
And then hot lovemaking to unwind his worked-up muscles, and eye-candy to unwind his mind.. yeah, life was damned good.
Sucking his finger clean, he teasingly squeezed one hard cheek of Jack's ass, sliding the hand up his tensed back to his shoulder and leaning in to close his teeth on his neck, finding that little spot right under his ear. Nice Jack-soapy-clean skin, rough with stubble, and the harsh groan of his lover responding to him; he grinned, feeling warmth that wasn't really about sex grow with every bit of contact.
Slipping into a chair besides them, Siler drizzled more of his treat on his finger before putting the little plastic bear aside. Sam had turned to watch him and eagerly met his lips, needing *something* and settling for stroking and sucking on his tongue. He slid his sticky finger down her sternum gently, the sugary sweet making his finger slide even more on her sweat-slicked skin, listening to Jack getting closer, the table shivering with every hard thrust. When his finger reached her mound, dislodging hers, he eased it between her lips carefully, laying just the pad on her clit, getting used to Jack's rhythm.
Then, returning her suckling roughly, Siler's free hand went into her hair, cuddling her head close as his finger took up a stroke along her clitoris, rapidly increasing the speed of the movement and feeling her start to tense.
"Thanks Si'."
Siler tilted his head toward Jack, quirking a smile at the breathless words but concentrating on the woman between them. A few more minutes of straining together and Jack stiffened with a harsh cry. Siler lifted his mouth from Sam's frustrated whimper, tracing his tongue lightly down her neck as his finger flickered quickly. When he reached the joint to her shoulder, he bit down on the tender skin, scraping his teeth and moaning in pleasure as he felt her jerk sharply and pulse under his touch and heard her cry out breathlessly right into his ear.
Kissing her shoulder soothingly as she continued to shake, it was his turn to shudder when she randomly nibbled at his neck, working her way into reach of his lips and then taking more half-wild nibbles at *them*.
He was way too tired for another round.. but damn she was finding every sensitive spot and making *him* shake. Witch-woman.
He heard Jack laugh softly and felt Sam's legs shift apart, half-reasoning out that the general had stepped back, but too occupied to care. When Sam finally let him go, he lifted his head, almost self-conscious that she had his breath short again. Almost. Mostly happy that they all had such a strong affect on each other.
Idly retracing the faint trail of honey he'd left and bringing his finger to his lips, his nostrils flaring at the taste of Sam, sex and honey, Siler grinned lazily up at Jack when he laid a caressing hand on his shoulder, fully dressed and smiling at Siler's distraction as he relaxed from his own high. Siler stood up slowly, sliding his arms under Sam's neck and knees to lift her rather than let her fight with sweaty skin sticking to a shaky table. Sitting back down with her cuddling on his lap with an accepting yawn, he looked at Jack with a tired smirk, "That big bed? Maybe a heavier table would be a good idea too.."
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Summary: Gutter(s)
Chapter 7: Hip (NC17)
AN: I blame this entirely pointless PWP smut on my current obsession with this pic, curtesy of piccies from VancouverCreationCon2009 at Gateworld. lol, those who know me, know that it is always dangerous to introduce me to drooly pictures.. I can get very annoyingly stuck on them...
"You didn't mention I'd have to work for my keep."
Jack snorted at the laconic complaint, having to squint as he looked up, even with baseball cap and sunglasses on, "Hey, you get a nice big bed to play in, isn't that worth a bit of sweat?"
Siler didn't bother to take the bait, concentrating on keeping his centre balanced as he stretched his body out over the edge of the roof to reach the stubborn piece of gutter. He really didn't mind the work; it was easy, mindless physical labour; hot sun on his back, fresh air in his lungs.
Good company scampering along besides him.
Sam took the piece of aluminum out of his hand so he could get himself back up without it unbalancing him and he thanked her softly, wondering how it could feel so comfortable, easy, reassuring and instinctive to work with a person, "Thanks, Sam."
"That's the last piece," she dropped the old, twisted metal over the edge for Jack to take to the scrap pile, watching with a smile as Siler carefully shifted himself back to the upright crouch they worked in, "Getting the new ones on shouldn't take too long."
He shook his head at the soft encouragement, not needing it. The last thing either of them had wanted was Jack's bad knees on a roof. Luckily he hadn't decided to think with the wrong head about this little job; arguing him down would have left bad feelings to ruin this beautiful day. But it was just too much fun to tease the general, even now that he knew the man couldn't reprimand him no matter what he said.
He grinned at his fellow roof-rat, silently appreciating the sight of Sam's very thin tank top and short shorts; not to mention her tanned skin glistening in the sun. They'd both opted for the risk of a bit of shingle-burn over getting heatstroke on the roof. His voice was low, keeping it from reaching their helper, "I'm fine, Sam. Was just riling him."
She snickered, shaking her head as she turned to get to the corner where they were going to start installing the fresh pipes, "You two are such five-year-olds, sometimes."
He laughed out loud, aware that Jack was watching them with relaxed pleasure as he passed up the first length, "Five-year-olds who can make you scream with pleasure, colonel-ma'am."
She threw him back a grin before getting to work, "It *is* a nice big bed, isn't it?"
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Three hours later, Siler leaned back against the kitchen counter, glugging cold lemonade from the container in relief. Watching some of the drink trickle out the sides of his mouth and down his throat, Sam stepped forward on silent feet. No matter how tired she was and how much they both needed a shower, she'd spent the day keeping her eyes from straying *too* long to avoid the kind of distraction that would be deadly 30 feet up on a sloped surface. And now there was no reason whatsoever not to drool to her heart's content. Grinning, she decided that they really needed to convince Jack to feel less self-conscious; this whole ogling thing was just *too* pleasurable.
Bare skin shiny with sweat, and that trickle of sweetness was running a trail down his right pectoral now, sliding easily over the bare, heavy muscle that had just spent unforgiving hours holding, hauling and nailing. Like her, he'd ditched his shoes and socks outside and hosed his legs and feet to cool down, splashing the ragged edge of the cutoffs that only came a couple inches down his muscled thighs.
And now that tempting trail of runaway liquid was creating matching wet spots in the ancient denim at his waist, running in the valleys between ab muscles -just deep enough to act as guides.
"Are you trying to undress me with those eyes, colonel?"
Sam lifted those eyes with a grin at the gravely words, meeting the laughter in his and aware that he'd straightened slightly. Considering how self-effacing he could be, that bit of pride in the shape he was in was not only well-earned, but downright adorable. She stepped all the way up to him and took the plastic container from him to take a few swallows of her own, letting her belly come to rest against his fly and feeling his hands cup her hips loosely as he smiled at her; tired and happy in the late afternoon light.
His body still radiated heat from the sun and the work, and the musky smell of physical labour was sticking to both of them after the long day. Nonetheless, Sam set the empty container aside and bypassed his reaching lips to suckle at the corner of his mouth, humming at the lemony sweetness mixed with salty sweat and stubble, hearing him chuckle, his hands stealthily sneaking under her top. Nudging his head a little sideways and up with hers, she followed the trail down his throat, her hands, resting on his ribs, feeling the shudder that went through him and the tension it left behind as she deliberately teased his sensitive skin.
Jack must have decided to setup and try out their new bed after his shower because the house was so quiet that Siler's breathing filled her ears; their own little intimate world of sensation.
His hands stilled as she bent to continue the trail, slow and languid, licking smooth skin and getting high on the taste of sweat, Siler and sugar; and especially on the soft moan in his throat.
Though the trail had bypassed the hollow of his throat, Sam had no qualms about cheating. Seducing Siler was the point; not conducting a science experiment. And seducing herself with the feel of him was a happy by-product, she thought, need pooling heat through her lower body as he shivered, his hands clenching where they held her.
"Sam."
Strange that Siler's quiet raspy lisp of the shortened form of her name had the same shiver-causing emotional effect as Jack's tender use of 'Samantha'.
Letting her eyes close momentarily as she very gently kissed the side of his tight nipple, her hands slid slowly down his sweaty, dirt-grainy back to his waistband, gliding her palms over his ass to dislodge the dirt she'd picked up and then coming back up to tease her fingers into the tight space between the material and his hot skin.
Hearing his breath catch in anticipation, she kept her eyes closed, simply revelling in her other senses as she traced the edge of his pectoral with her stiffened tongue. Salt, musk and lemonade, Siler's and her own unsteady breath, smooth skin, stretched over hard muscle; arousal was making her a little too sensitive for her tight shorts, but she shifted her hips to rearrange the fit and carried on. Lowering to a crouch, her hands followed the ragged material around his waist until they met at his fly, her teeth scraping over his abs to the tune of his choked groans.
Her lips took a last detour to his hip as his hands slid into her hair and hers carefully undid his buttons, working around the twitch of his pelvis and the way his aroused cock distended the fabric. Every lick and nibble at the little hollow under her lips caused the man she was torturing to jerk with increasing power, choking out swearwords mixed with her name; and made hunger shiver through her, dampness leaving her increasingly aware of her own shivery body.
With a last, mostly-teasing, bite, Sam sat back on her heels for a second to appreciate the view, smirking at him when his eyes popped open and he squawked 'Hey!' at her no longer kissing him. He really *was* addicted to touch.
The sheepish look that appeared as she smiled affectionately at him was entirely too boyish for the experienced man he was, lighting his eyes with such open emotion that she was very tempted to stand up and just kiss him for an hour or two.
But her hand was wrapped around very hard flesh that flexed under her slightly shifting grip and she was even *more* inclined to drive him a little crazy; right now. With a last visual sweep of all the enticing, sweaty, muscle-y, freely offered skin, Sam shifted forward, ignoring the thrust of his hips and his moan of anticipation. Unerringly finding the last of the lemonade and sucking it off the skin wrinkled by the waistband of his shorts. She should call him commando-Siler, considering how often he skipped underwear...
Then she stopped teasing, sliding her lips onto his cock and slowly down his length, sucking as she slid her palms under his shorts, encouraging them to slide down his legs as she stroked and squeezed the tight cheeks of his ass.
Her hands had just enough control this way to keep his hips from jerking him too deep and she could slide up and down his cock with simple, unimpeded pleasure. Though his hands clenched in her hair repeatedly, she easily ignored the occasional attempted tug, listening to his ragged gasps instead and feeling him pulse between her lips. Swirling her tongue around him as she sucked more firmly and deeper made him cry out roughly, shuddering, and her clit responded with sharp throbbing of its own; an ache for him growing deep inside.
Sam could just see Siler's expression from this position, and watched, letting the knowledge of his pleasure skid through her and add to the need to be taken. She knew he was getting close when she had to shift her hands to his hips to hold him steady and, however much she wanted his cock hard inside her body, she'd wanted to do *this* since the first time she'd watched him and Jack so comfortably cooking together and was about to speed up her movements to get him there when his arms tensed and he pulled her firmly away from his cock and upright until he could kiss her, stabbing his tongue into her mouth and demanding surrender.
Lost in the possessive kiss, the edge of the table hitting the back of her thighs was the only thing that forced her to pay attention to the new state of affairs, just in time to feel her shorts glide down her legs. Before she could react further than with a gasp of surprise, there was a tug at her shoulders and the rip of fabric; shortly followed by her arms getting pulled away from their grip on Siler's shoulders for the remnant of her top to come off. Only then, when she was as naked as he was, did the suddenly wild man making love to her pull back.
His hands slid to her thighs as he stared fiercely in to her eyes, "Want you. Want to *fuck* you. Now."
Sam's teasing pout of disappointment smeared into a moan when he lifted her legs around his waist and drove into her with a shaky growl against her lips, taking the step so her ass edged onto the table. Focused on feeling the much-needed pressure inside her needy body, she let him shift her until she was laying back on the chilly wood and her feet brushed his ears, giving him total control and total access. Both of which he took full advantage of, holding her hips and thrusting hard.
She could feel his every muscle hard under her legs, watched with wide eyes and short breath as his face tightened, thrown back to drive harder.
Twisting on the table as much as she could within his steely grip, Sam brought her hands up, cupping her breast and stroking her nipples just right, feeling the resulting pull meet the quickly-rising wall of pleasure as he hit right on her G-spot over and over. Then she was tensing, unable to breathe as the orgasm exploded through her, barely seeing his expression change with the harsh pleasure as she dragged him over.
Coming back to her senses to the feel of her body twitching with the last aftershocks, she smiled lazily, looking with content pleasure at the man leaning his weight on the table on either side of her hips, head hanging between his locked-straight arms. She had to look wanton as hell with her legs up and around his head, the two of them buck naked in the late-afternoon shadows of their kitchen. Not that she was inclined to do anything to change it; the heat still soaking her body and the sweet intimacy of watching and feeling his body slowly softening was peaceful heaven.
Seeing Jack round the table, though, showered and changed into clean house-slacks and shirt, wearing an intense look that she knew very well, sent a fresh pulse of anticipation through her previously sated body, watching with once again shortening breath as he slid a hand up Siler's throat to his jaw, raising his face to meet his for a hard, deep kiss.
Just as she saw Jack's other hand splay over the back of Siler's head, trying to deepen the kiss as Sam watched appreciatively, the sergeant pulled back with a small grin, turning to wink at her as he gently lowered her legs before pulling his softened cock out of her unconsciously resisting body and stepping away.
Now she *really* was wanton, laying there without a word as Jack took Siler's place with a tight grin.
Noticing that he had his slacks open and likely been watching them for a while, by the evidence of his cock, hard and wet up against his belly, she grinned, wordlessly bringing her legs up to his waist, blinking away a wince at her sore muscles, "Enjoyed the show, mon general?"
His eyes very reluctantly rose from her very wet crotch to her eyes, his grin relaxing as he brought one hand to stroke a finger gently along her still-tight clit, idly smoothing the come coating her over her swollen vulva. "Yeah." His other hand smoothed up and down her thigh a bit as he blatantly leered at her naked body. Then he looked to the side and she followed his eyes to where Si' was fishing in a cupboard, uncaring of his nudity. "Very good show."
Jack turned back to her, taking his hand from her thigh to his cock and guiding himself into her without further ado. She arched up, moaning softly at the easy, wet glide into her willing body. Then his earlier intensity came back full-force, his gentleness morphing into quick, shallow thrusts.
Leaning on the counter and drizzling honey on his finger to lick it up, Siler watched appreciatively as Jack let himself go; watched Sam enjoy another slow climb into need. Smiling happily, he brought his energy-snack and ambled over to them, loving how good he felt. It really *had* been a long day's work, but they'd done it calmly and slowly and all he felt was pleasantly tired.
And then hot lovemaking to unwind his worked-up muscles, and eye-candy to unwind his mind.. yeah, life was damned good.
Sucking his finger clean, he teasingly squeezed one hard cheek of Jack's ass, sliding the hand up his tensed back to his shoulder and leaning in to close his teeth on his neck, finding that little spot right under his ear. Nice Jack-soapy-clean skin, rough with stubble, and the harsh groan of his lover responding to him; he grinned, feeling warmth that wasn't really about sex grow with every bit of contact.
Slipping into a chair besides them, Siler drizzled more of his treat on his finger before putting the little plastic bear aside. Sam had turned to watch him and eagerly met his lips, needing *something* and settling for stroking and sucking on his tongue. He slid his sticky finger down her sternum gently, the sugary sweet making his finger slide even more on her sweat-slicked skin, listening to Jack getting closer, the table shivering with every hard thrust. When his finger reached her mound, dislodging hers, he eased it between her lips carefully, laying just the pad on her clit, getting used to Jack's rhythm.
Then, returning her suckling roughly, Siler's free hand went into her hair, cuddling her head close as his finger took up a stroke along her clitoris, rapidly increasing the speed of the movement and feeling her start to tense.
"Thanks Si'."
Siler tilted his head toward Jack, quirking a smile at the breathless words but concentrating on the woman between them. A few more minutes of straining together and Jack stiffened with a harsh cry. Siler lifted his mouth from Sam's frustrated whimper, tracing his tongue lightly down her neck as his finger flickered quickly. When he reached the joint to her shoulder, he bit down on the tender skin, scraping his teeth and moaning in pleasure as he felt her jerk sharply and pulse under his touch and heard her cry out breathlessly right into his ear.
Kissing her shoulder soothingly as she continued to shake, it was his turn to shudder when she randomly nibbled at his neck, working her way into reach of his lips and then taking more half-wild nibbles at *them*.
He was way too tired for another round.. but damn she was finding every sensitive spot and making *him* shake. Witch-woman.
He heard Jack laugh softly and felt Sam's legs shift apart, half-reasoning out that the general had stepped back, but too occupied to care. When Sam finally let him go, he lifted his head, almost self-conscious that she had his breath short again. Almost. Mostly happy that they all had such a strong affect on each other.
Idly retracing the faint trail of honey he'd left and bringing his finger to his lips, his nostrils flaring at the taste of Sam, sex and honey, Siler grinned lazily up at Jack when he laid a caressing hand on his shoulder, fully dressed and smiling at Siler's distraction as he relaxed from his own high. Siler stood up slowly, sliding his arms under Sam's neck and knees to lift her rather than let her fight with sweaty skin sticking to a shaky table. Sitting back down with her cuddling on his lap with an accepting yawn, he looked at Jack with a tired smirk, "That big bed? Maybe a heavier table would be a good idea too.."
Next in the verse is Chapter 7a: Retirement (PG13)