The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 06

Thinking quickly, she placed her hands upon his shoulders, tilted her head, and leaned in to bring her mouth to his neck. Parting her lips, she bared her teeth, and bit down on his skin hard.

Instead of making him yelp as she expected, his laughter immediately ceased, and a loud, low groan of pleasure escaped his throat. His fingers immediately tightened on her hips, and his mouth parted as a sharp breath escaped him.

It made Sam's eyes widen as she pulled back to look at him. "That was supposed to hurt," she said softly.

His heated eyes met hers as he looked up at her. "It didn't," he said thickly. Reaching for her hand, he brought it between his legs, and pressed her palm against his rigid cock through his jeans. "It made this hurt."

Sam froze as her blue eyes dropped to where her hand rested upon him. Biting her bottom lip, she met his eyes, and watched in fascination as his expression became heated. On impulse, she squeezed her fingers around him, and a soft grunt escaped him as he held her gaze.

Dropping his hands from her hips, he leaned his head back against the wall. Peering down at her, his expression indicated that whatever happened from this moment forward was her choice. He was leaving it up to her.

Holding perfectly still, he closed his eyes momentarily in a grimace as she squeezed him again, and he thickened further. When he opened them, it was obvious to Sam that he was fighting for control. His jaw tensed, and a vein along his neck throbbed, but he kept his hands placed firmly on top of the bed, and didn't make a move to touch her.

Seeing this made Sam feel brave. Sliding her fingers along the length of him, she reached up, and slipped the button through the hole of his jeans. He didn't say anything. He only raised his brows in surprise as he looked at her.

Pulling his zipper down slowly, Sam bit her lip as she reached inside to grasp onto his shaft. He felt extraordinarily hot to the touch, his member radiating heat like a firebrand. Jack's eyes drifted closed once more while his brows furrowed, and his mouth parted with the sensations that she was invoking.

They quickly popped open in surprise when her lips lightly touched his, and the unexpectedness of the action nearly made him groan again. He still didn't reach for her, or attempt to touch her in any way. He didn't move a muscle. He just tilted his dark head in order to give her better access to him.

Her slender fingers encircled the width of him, and in a casual exploration they stroked down the length until she was gripping the base of his cock. When his lips parted to release a strangled sound, Sam slipped her tongue inside of his mouth.

Jack's fingers tightened into fists where they rested. Her soft lips continued to move hesitantly against his own while her warm palm lifted then descended over the hardest part of him. Her tongue began to play along his bottom lip in a teasing fashion.

When her fingers reached up to slide into his dark hair, Jack released the pent up groan that was inside of him, and his lips opened further to deepen the contact. A harsh breath seethed from his nostrils as his tongue pressed aggressively into her mouth.

When she pulled back to look at him, Jack was panting. "You are killing me," he gasped in agony.

Her eyes grew sympathetic as she looked at him. Her fingers stroked his hair while her palm slid against him. "I'm sorry," she told him softly. "Is this upsetting you? Would you like me to stop?"

Her condescending tone did nothing to stop Jack from quickly shaking his head as he begged her with his eyes. A small frown suddenly marred his brow, and his strong fingers reached out to clasp onto her bottom before he lifted her against him.

Closing his legs, a satisfied grunt escaped him, and then he lowered her onto his lap. Dropping his fingers back to the bed, he gave a curt nod as if instructing her to proceed.

Taking a moment to adjust to the new position, Sam's fingers reflexively squeezed his thick appendage. Her large blue eyes lowered until they were focused on the part of him that seemed to control his every waking move.

Her hand clasped onto him firmly, and she squeezed again. Sam watched in fascination as his cock twitched in reaction to her touch. She could feel it swell, and lengthen further from the simple action alone. He became rigidly hard until the shaft eagerly jutted against her palm.

The power that filled her by wielding the weapon was heady. Slipping her fingers from his hair, she lowered them to his shoulder to brace herself before lifting herself onto her knees. Her eyes rose to delve into Jack's wide fathomless gaze, and her lips tilted at the apparent need that was present there.

"Do you like it when I touch you, Jack?" she wondered innocently.

His response was immediate. "Yes," he panted.

Her warm hand began to move against him as they looked at one another. Her fingers, palm, and wrist working as one while she stroked his aching member. The smooth ridges that enveloped him glided against her skin, and the friction that it created made Jack's breath leave him a little quicker.

"You're so hard," Sam informed him heatedly.

Her pace quickened until she was shucking her fingers along his stiff length. When his mouth parted in reaction, Sam paused on an upward stroke, and clasped her hand around the engorged head of his cock. Grinding her palm over the knob in light circles, she brushed her thumb across the tip before resuming the pumping motion of her hand.

Biting his lip, Jack grimaced. "For a novice, you're pretty good at that," he moaned, his voice strained. Sam's fingers stilled as she peered up at his face. Jack instantly squirmed. "Don't stop," he pleaded. "That feels fucking phenomenal."

Narrowing her gaze, she gripped him tighter before leaning her frame towards his chest. Guiding his thick shaft between her legs, she nudged her panties aside with the tip, and began stroking the swollen head along her wet slit.

"Does this help?" she casually wondered.

Jack's eyes widened immeasurably. "A little," he gasped, his voice shaken.

Sam nodded in understanding then lowered herself so that his length sunk deep inside of her. "Is this better?"

Strangling, he gritted his teeth, and his head dropped back against the wall again. Closing his eyes, he nodded. "That helps a lot more," he choked out.

"That's good, Jack," she quietly responded.

Lifting her small hands to his face, she pulled his head away from the wall, and took his mouth similar to the way he'd taken hers several times before. Hungrily. Opening her mouth wide, she buried her tongue between his lips, and surged her body onto his.

He cried out roughly into her mouth as she began to ride him. She didn't do it gently, and she didn't do it slowly. She fucked him hard in exactly the way that he would have wanted it. She rode him like someone possessed, and when he pulled his mouth away from hers to close his eyes with the intensity of it, she leaned down, and bit his neck like she had done before.

When he mewled softly in his throat, she kissed and licked the abused spot before sucking his ear into her mouth. Her hips moved frantically against his as she lifted, and ground herself against him.

"Cum for me, Jack." she panted into his ear. "I want you to cum inside of me."

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his entire frame jerked roughly as he lost all sense of where he was, who he was, and what was happening. The only thing he could feel was himself pouring into her as she pleaded with him to do it.

His fingers dug painfully into her hips. Parting his mouth wordlessly, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Soft gasps of air escaped him as he began to shoot into her while she milked him with her body. When she finally slowed, then stilled altogether, he opened his eyes in wonder to see her softly smiling at him.

"Good boy," she said in amusement.

His brows furrowed at her words, then he smiled, and shook his head. "You never fail to amaze me," he said in repletion.

Sam snatched up a red M&M from beside her leg, and popped it into her mouth before grinning. "I try," she said.

"That you do, brat." Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly. "Up," he demanded suddenly. When Sam gazed at him in surprise, his eyes grew pleading. "I have to pee," he whined. Then he squirmed.

Amused, Sam lifted off of him, and sat on the bed while he scrambled to get off of it. "Back in a flash," he announced then disappeared into the bathroom.

After a few seconds, Sam could hear the faint sound of urine hitting the toilet, and she grinned at the noise that it made. Stretching out on the bed, she plucked up another M&M, and turned to watch Robin Williams run around in a dress.

When he finally emerged, the top of his jeans were still undone, and he turned off the bathroom light before crawling back into the bed beside her. Pulling her up against him, he glanced towards the television. "Should we start this over?"

"Sure." she answered, then watched as he got up to fiddle with the machine. When the FBI logo appeared for the second time, he returned to the bed, and pulled her back into place so that her head rested on the top of his chest.

They laid comfortably, and quietly as they watched the movie. The only movements they made were when Jack's fingers lightly rubbed along her back, or when he'd kiss the top of her head. Sam was still beside him, her palm resting on his chest beside her head.

When the movie ended, and the credits began to roll, Sam smiled. Lifting her head in order to make a comment about men in dresses, she looked at Jack, and saw that his head was turned. He had fallen asleep.

He looked extremely young to her this way. Harmless and innocent. In this unguarded moment, she rested her chin on the top of her hand, and studied him. He really was a good looking man. Definitely a little crazy, but without a doubt he was handsome.

She wondered what she would have thought of him if they had met under normal circumstances. If he had just walked up to introduce himself instead of abducting, and terrorizing her.

He must have felt her eyes on him subconsciously because at that moment he stirred, and turned his head to look at her. His voice was sleepy as he lifted his hand to run it over her back.

"What are you doing?" he asked before closing his eyes again.

"Just looking at you," Sam said. "I'm trying to figure out where you store all of the evil."

Jacks lips tilted before he responded. "You're looking in the wrong place. It's a little lower." His answer made her smirk.

Lifting his arms in an all over stretch, Jack grimaced then winced in pain. "Does your shoulder still hurt?" she inquired softly.

Wincing again, he nodded, and opened his eyes. "It's definitely a relief to be in a nice, soft bed instead of the back of the damn car," he admitted chagrined.

Shaking her head at him, Sam sat up. "Roll over."

He lifted his eyebrows as he looked at her, but then complied by flipping onto his stomach. Crawling on top of him, Sam straddled his lower back before reaching up to place her palms on top of his shoulder. She began kneading his skin with her fingers in slow rolling motions. He let out a soft grunt, but otherwise didn't move.

Her fingers pressed into him, and she began swirling them in circular patterns as her fingers moved along the muscle. She moved downward and then inward so that every inch of his shoulder, underarm, and bicep ended up being massaged.

Jack let out a long groan as he lay beneath her. "God, this is almost better than sex," he breathed.

His softly uttered words made Sam's smirk return. Once she had fully ministered to his injury, her fingers continued to move over him until she repeated the same process on the other side. Once she had covered the area, her palms dug into the thick muscles of his back, and worked their way down.

She repeated the process three times, and after about fifteen minutes she had rubbed every inch of his exposed skin several times over. When her fingers finally began to tire, she sat back on her haunches. "Better?" she wondered.

Turning beneath her, he flipped onto his back again, and dug his head into the pillow. When he stilled his relaxed gaze met hers, and he smiled. "Much. Thanks, baby." he said appreciatively.

Sam nodded to indicate that she had heard him. Suddenly he arched his back. Lifting her into the air, he dug beneath himself. When his hand reappeared he was holding a brown M&M. Peering down at it with a grimace, he chucked it over the side of the bed onto the floor.

Sam clucked her tongue in dismay as she looked at him. "I was saving that!" she said with resentment.

Jack's lips twitched with amusement as he took in her disgusted visage. "Were you?" he asked with a chuckle. Sam nodded, her expression completely offended.

"Did you want me to go get it?" he asked with a grin.

Before she could respond, he swung his weight as he rolled, sending her flying towards the edge of the bed. He caught her just before she fell over the side, and pulled her to him so that he could press his mouth to hers. Rolling them back towards the center of the bed, Jack pulled her beneath him. He brushed the hair back from her face as he looked at her.

"I had a lot of fun today," he told her softly.

Sam frowned as she looked up at him, and then her expression cleared. "I did too," she said in surprise.

"This is how I want it to be," he told her. "If we could have begun this way things would be better," he whispered. "I know that's my fault."

"That's not your fault, Jack." she said quietly. "You can't help being a psychopath. I heard somewhere that it's genetic."

His brows knitted as he looked at her. "You don't really think that do you?"

Gazing at him, she decided to be honest. "I don't know what to think. You were so cold and scary, and now you're like this. I don't know which one is real."

"This is," he promised her. "I'm not always going to be perfect. I have a temper, and sometimes it comes out in strange ways, but that's not the way that I am. I was living out a fantasy. I wasn't thinking clearly, and it didn't help to know that you hated my guts."

"What do you mean by... living out a fantasy?" she asked in perplexity.

Looking away in discomfort, Jack hesitantly brought his gaze back to hers. "It was you," he admitted. "You were the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen in my life. I wanted you badly. So badly it was driving me insane, and I knew that I couldn't have you. You were off limits to me. It didn't stop me from wanting you though. I tried to let it go, and I couldn't."

He closed his eyes for a moment as if the memory pained him. When he looked at her again his eyes were apologetic. "The only way that I could have you was to make you, and the only way that I could make you was to scare you into doing what I wanted you to do. I know it was selfish, but it was the only thing I could think of. I had to become an animal so you would obey me. You wouldn't have listened to me otherwise, and I needed you to listen."

"Do you know how unbelievably insane that sounds?" she asked him, her voice horrified.

"I had to do it," he said in agony. "There was no other way I could have you."

"You could have asked me," she whispered.

He shook his head as if it wasn't even a possibility. "You would have said no."

"You don't know that," she said in amazement.

"Yes, I do." He was adamant. "You're only here now because I made you come here. If I didn't have a hold over you, you would leave."

His eyes were fierce as he looked at her, but Sam wasn't afraid. He sounded like a lost little boy. A scared, lost little boy.

Sam sighed. "Do you hear me screaming, Jack? Do I look afraid to you now?"

His gaze washed over her face before he begrudgingly admitted, "No."

"Why do you think that is?" she inquired patiently.

Jack frowned before glancing away from her. "It's because I'm not being an asshole."

Sam nodded slowly before taking a deep breath. "I don't feel afraid when you're like this."

Her response only made Jack's frown deepen. "Then why haven't you tried to leave? Why aren't you trying to run away from me?"

Sam wasn't sure how to answer because she wasn't sure of the answer herself. Finally, she shrugged. "I think I'm getting used to you." she said off handedly.

Jack's brows furrowed, and then he grinned. "That's even crazier than what I said, Sam. You know that, right?"

Sam's mouth parted, but nothing immediately came out. Closing it once again, she grimaced. "I guess it's not that bad. When you're not scaring the hell out of me, that is."

Shaking his head, he dropped his forehead to the top of her chest. When he lifted it again, he looked vexed. "So, what does that mean?"

"It means that when you're not threatening me, hurting me, or bossing me around, I don't mind being with you," she admitted.

His eyes were wide as he took this in. "Does this mean that you don't hate me anymore?"

Sam was hesitant to answer the question. Peering up into his dark eyes she attempted to gauge the sincerity of his expression. "Are you going to hurt me again?" she asked while her breath hitched inside of her.

Jack shook his head vigorously. "I swear that I won't."

Sam nodded in acceptance. "Then I don't hate you anymore, Jack."

Jack seemed to deflate as he collapsed on top of her. It made a surprised laugh leave her lips. "Good," he mumbled into her shirt.

"I do have a question though." She took a deep breath before continuing. "That thing with Miles? Was that an act?"

Jack didn't stir as he answered. "No. That was me over reacting. When I saw him touch you it made me insane. I was jealous. I couldn't kick his ass so I took it out on you instead."

"Oh." Sam replied. "So, that was real?"

He nodded. "I meant it when I said that I don't like people touching you. I'll try to be less psychotic about it. I have a bad temper. Sometimes I don't handle it well."

Sam's eyes widened slightly as he imparted this information, but for the moment she decided not to press him.

Lifting his head to look at her, his expression was sheepish. "Sometimes after the fact, I'll realize that I went a little overboard with something, but in the moment while it's happening I can't think straight. I just react. I can't control it. If I could, you and I probably would have never met."

He was more or less telling her that he took impulsiveness to extremes. Knowing this, could she ever fully trust him? If she were to do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, be the wrong thing, would he revert to being a monster? Sam wasn't sure.

It all made sense though. The way that they had met, his showing up to her school, walking into the ladies room in the restaurant. Jack didn't think things through. When a thought entered his head, he just followed through with it. No matter how crazy it was.

His dark eyes were sincere as he looked down at her. "I won't hurt you again," he promised. "If I do then I deserve to lose you."

Sam bit her lip as she looked up at him. "I don't want to go to the cemetery anymore," she told him.

Brushing her hair back from her face, his voice was hesitant. "Okay." He was nervous, and was quick to appease her."You're not going to run?"

Sam continued to bite her lip as she looked up at him, and for a moment she didn't say anything, but as she looked into his dark eyes she finally conceded by nodding. "I won't run," she said softly.

Jack gripped her face in his hands, and kissed her. When he lifted his head, his smile was pleased. "You're mine," he said grinning happily, then kissed her again.

His ecstatic face made Sam smile in return. "Since I'm yours," she asked slowly. "Are you planning on feeding me anytime soon?"