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Jack ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it and creating little spikes of silver and white. He didn’t bother to look in the mirror. He knew he’d have that rumpled, just out of bed look and he smirked. Just out of bed after an incredible night of sex. Oh yeah, he still had it.
He yawned as he pulled on a well-worn gray T-shirt and yanked up a fresh pair of boxers. He’d shower later. Hell, maybe they’d shower together. God, the thought made his dick twitch in happy response.
Adjusting his shorts with one hand due to the sudden onslaught of scenarios his brain was concocting, he opened the bedroom door and wandered into the cabin’s living room. The smell of coffee – strong coffee – hit him immediately and he licked his lips. Wandering into the kitchen, about to tease her about getting up so early, he stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth fell open, his eyes widened, and his already awakening cock throbbed and came to full attention. Shit, was she trying to give him a heart attack?
She was facing the counter, pouring a mug of the steaming brew, her back to him. His eyes swept over her from head to toe and then back, trailing over her even more slowly. He followed the expanse of bare Carter flesh from the floor to the hem of what appeared to be one of his BDU shirts. It was hanging just below her ass, and as she leaned to reach for another mug on the shelf it rode up just enough to confirm that she wore absolutely nothing underneath.
His eyes blackened and he absently stroked his cock, pleasure spiking through him as he watched her for a moment. He hadn’t worked at the SGC in years, but Hank had insisted he keep a few pair of BDU’s in case he was needed on a mission. Not wanting to have the things in his cramped closet in D.C. he’d figured the cabin was as good a place as any to store them. It was where he stored all the clothes he didn’t wear on a regular basis.
Jack had never thought of them as a particularly attractive style of clothing. At least, not until he’d walked into the kitchen a moment ago.
He kept his eyes on her as he stalked toward her. He liked the way her long, tousled blonde hair was curling around her shoulders, the collar of the shirt barely visible. And she’d let the arms hang on her instead of rolling up the sleeves, one hand gently tugging at the cuff of the too-long shirt as she sipped her cup of coffee. The shoulders hung too low as well, accentuating her slender frame and reinforcing her femininity against the masculine size of his shirt.
When he managed to cover the distance between them he hesitated, not wanting to scare her. He waited until she placed the mug on the counter, finished with her first dose of morning fuel, and was reaching for the coffeepot before he made his move. He wound his arms around her middle, feeling her jump and hearing her surprised, “Oof!” His nose burrowed into her hair, and he not so subtly ground his hardness into her backside.
“Damn, Carter,” he growled, feeling her heart race against the arms around her ribcage. “You wanna tell me how you make something so boring look so fucking hot?”
“Good morning to you too, sir,” she whispered, leaving enough space between her greeting and his no longer needed honorific to confirm his suspicions that she was, indeed, a dirty girl. “Miss me?”
He grabbed her hand, drawing it behind her and between them to press it against his cock. She didn’t hesitate and closed her hand over him, sliding her palm firmly down his erection. He responded with a grunt of satisfaction and a thrust of his hips.
“I made coffee and toast,” she remarked nonchalantly, even as she worked her hand into the opening of his shorts to draw a manicured nail along his throbbing flesh. His arm tightened around her, and he sucked on her earlobe, closing his eyes tightly when she released him from the confines of his boxers and ran her thumb over the head of his cock.
“How ‘bout we skip breakfast and go back to bed?” he suggested, letting go of her waist and cupping a hard-tipped breast through the BDU shirt.
“We could.”
“We should,” he insisted, removing his hand from her breast and slipping it under the shirt and down her stomach. Her head lolled back against his shoulder as his fingers found their destination, stroking deftly through her folds. He smirked at how wet she was.
“You keep that up much longer and I’m liable to make you take me right here on the kitchen floor, Jack.”
“My knees couldn’t take it,” he half-teased, running his middle finger over her swollen clit in slow, lazy circles.
“I could get on top,” she offered, her breath hitching and her hand tightening around him as he slipped the same talented finger inside her, catching the heel of his hand against her as he stroked.
“Bad back,” he countered. “Besides, you like my bed.”
“It has nice sheets.”
“And it smells like you,” he growled, thrusting into her hand and then yelping as she squeezed his flesh. “Shit, Carter!”
“Turn about is fair play, Jack,” she replied.
“Fine,” he grunted, pushing her forward and into the counter, pulling her hand away and using both of his to tug up the shirt to around her waist. He kicked her feet apart and positioned himself at her swollen opening without even dropping his shorts. “You want it in the kitchen? I’ll give it to you in the kitchen.”
And with that he breached her, not giving her any time for the protest he wasn’t even sure would follow. He plunged inside, hissing at how very tight she was, gripping her hips with both hands and slamming her back onto his cock.
“Oh….God…” she gasped, clutching at the counter and bending over even more, giving him better positioning and allowing for deeper penetration. “Oh…oh!”
They’d had quite the night of rolling around in bed, and yet as he thrust into her again and again, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He could blame it on the years they’d denied themselves the pleasure they now found in each other, or he could chalk it up to how incredibly hot she looked and smelled wearing only his BDU shirt. Either way there was no denying how much she turned him on, and how damned close he was to blowing.
He reached around and easily found her clit again, hissing when she clenched down on him and pounding into her harder as he stroked her, wanting her to do it again. She didn’t disappoint, the tight walls of her hot depths pulling at him, imploring him to come so deeply inside her.
“Fuck!” he groaned, feeling the slices of pleasure shoot up from his balls, drawn tight against his body, his teeth sinking into the bit of shoulder he could find beneath the collar of the too-big shirt.
“NNNnnnguh…!”
It was unintelligible, but it was so fucking hot. He pinched her clit hard as his hips went into their final rhythm, his legs feeling like they wouldn’t support him. She cried out his name and he felt her jerk as she milked him, his cock pulsing inside her as he shot his come into her contracting body.
For a moment they stood entwined, both panting as he pinned her against the counter. She gained her bearings first, however, and pushed back gently against him until he got the hint and pulled out of her, tucking himself into his once-clean boxers.
“Holy Hannah.”
“Yeah, it was good, wasn’t it?” he said smugly, eyebrow going up as she turned around to glare at him.
“You’re lucky you took me by surprise, General.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, really.”
“You SO wanted it.”
“You’re an arrogant bastard.”
“Maybe,” he smirked, pulling her to him and pressing a kiss to her lips. “But you wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“No,” she said, smiling as she returned his kiss. “No, I wouldn’t.”