Author’s Note: If you are interested in the “story” as well as the Smut- you might want to read the Dark Places in the Soul series for continuity- not really necessary if you just want a little sex with your John Sheppard.
“…my dry spell is so long and so profound that I could be a qualify for some kind of natural disaster relief.”
Her words had pretty much done a jig on his brain and his cock for the last week—and watching Ronon and Jennifer have perfectly dirty sex in the middle of the woods had done absolutely nothing to help the matter. He didn’t resent their relationship—told himself he didn’t envy the personal and intimate connection they had with one another. John had made the choice a long time ago to be alone—at least on Atlantis. He couldn’t afford the kind of distraction it would lead to.
So, why the fuck was he standing in front of Lt. Laura Cadman’s door contemplating relief efforts for both of them? Her obnoxious conversation with Jennifer last week about her lack of a sex life had absolutely been directed at him and part of him wanted to turn her over his knee and spank her.
Great, great… like that didn’t add to the strain his zipper was already under. Utterly pissed off, he waved his hand over the door and waited as patiently as he could until the door opened. Her blue eyes widened in shock at the sight of him. She pushes damp red hair behind her ears, maybe in an effort to appear less casual. He had no clue.
“Is something wrong, Sir?”
“You weren’t sleeping were you?” John asked as he slipped past her and into her quarters. There were as neat and orderly as his but were distinctly female. The room even smelled female. It was enough to make his whole body flush. It had been more than a year since he’d had any other sexual gratification that didn’t involve his hand.
“No, Sir.” She closed the door with a hesitant hand and jumped when it locked of it’s own accord. Her gaze jerked to him. “Sir?”
“You can unlock it—I won’t prevent it.”
Her eyes widened a bit as she digested the fact that he’d locked it with his mind and then she crossed her arms over her chest as she looked around the room. “Well.. I… as I asked earlier—is there something wrong?”
“Yes.” He walked to her and grinned a little when she backed all the way up to a wall and yelped a little when she hit it. “I can’t have my soldiers being in less than superior shape both mentally and physically.”
“Sir. I passed my recent evaluations with the highest scores on the whole base…” Her eyes widened when his fingers brushed over her lips.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak, Cadman.” He watched her settle against the wall, her expression confused and angry. John would admit that he liked her this way—prepared to do battle and barely in control. “As your CO, it is my duty to see that all of your needs are met and it occurs to me that you might require some personal assistance.”
Her mouth dropped open but she snapped it shut quickly. “Does this approach get you a lot of action?”
“First time I’ve ever been tempted to even try it,” John admitted softly. “Did I get this wrong, Cadman?” His stomach tightened at the thought but before guilt and horror could really sink in she was speaking.
“I like the men I fuck to call me Laura.”
John jerked a little and he swallowed hard. She’d turned the tables quickly enough. “Laura.”
“I think, Laura, that under these most unique circumstances you could call me John.” He leaned in and took a deep breath as he encountered the sweet smells of soap, lotion, and shampoo. Nothing is more alluring, he thinks, than a woman soft and still damp from a shower.
When he lifted his head and sought her mouth she met him half-way her body leaning to his and then he had his hands on her—drifting over the thin t-shirt and stupidly small shorts. Her mouth opened against his in a soft little moan and his cock jerked in response. Deep down, he knows this is a mistake—knows that in the morning this moment of weakness will come back to haunt him but he pushes it all aside as she pulls his shirt from his BDU’s and runs her perfect little hands over his chest. Her blunt nails scored his skin and that was it.
“Strip.” He demanded as he tore his mouth from hers. “Right, fucking, now.”
Laura made quick work of her shorts and t-shirt. Then reached for his belt as he dropped his boots to the floor. He tossed his shirt and dropped his ear piece on the dresser, along with his watch. His pants and boxers were left in a tangle as he maneuvered her towards the bed.
She spreads out beneath him as they tumble into the bed, and arches against the firm mattress as his mouth finds one hard tipped breast. He sucked and licked the nipple greedily rubbing his dick between the lips of her pussy with quick jerks of his hips. Each upward thrust runs the weeping head of his cock over her clit and pushes a breathy moan from her mouth.
“Fuck me, John.” She buries her fingers in his hair. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
He lifts his head and meets her gaze as he shifts lower and then carefully pushes into her. Laura spread her legs a little wider, tilted her hips, and then shuddered with relief as he pushed deep into her. John rests his forehead on hers and takes a deep breath.
“This is soo worth it.”
She gasps softly as he withdrew slightly and then thrust back in. “What?”
“What ever they do to me if we get caught. It’s worth it.”
He took her mouth in a kiss and started push deep and hard into her. Her nails dug into his back, her legs wrapped around his waist as they both worked hard to please the other. Skin dampened with sweat, mouths mated, and hands clutched with the kind of desperation that neither would ever admit feeling.
He slipped one hand between them and used two fingers to slide across her clit in time with the repeated hard invasion of his cock and she shuddered, her cunt clenching around him, his name pouring from her mouth in a litany of shock and awe as she came.
John pushed her from one orgasm and into another as he fisted his free hand in her hair and jerked. “Come again!”
“Please. Please.” She jerked beneath him and a sob wrenched from her mouth as she arched against his thrusting body and obeyed.
With her body shaking under him, her ragged breathing in his ear, he thrust into her deep, hard, controlled three times and then came with a harsh groan.
When he could move, he pulled free of her and rolled onto his back beside her. “Yeah, totally worth it.”