The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 06

His smile grew perverse as he lifted an eyebrow. "I suppose I could," he said grinding himself into her.

Sam sighed in mock aggravation. "That's not going to fill my stomach, Jack."

His grin widened as he looked at her in disbelief. "Want to bet?" he returned with a chuckle.

Sam rolled her eyes, and wriggled beneath him. A muffled sound left her throat as she fought her desire to growl at him. It only made him laugh again.

"Calm down, brat." he said with another chuckle. "I'll get you something to eat."

Tilting his head, his eyes rolled upwards for a moment in thought before he looked down at her again. "Your lunch is still in the car, but I'm kind of hungry too. Should we order something, or go out?"

Sam only shrugged. It made Jack shake his head. "You know, for someone who doesn't like being bossed around, you sure are lacking in decision making skills," he said with a grin.

"Feed me," she demanded stubbornly.

"Damn," he said lifting his brows. "And I thought I was bossy." Lowering his head, he kissed her mouth. "You got it!"

Rolling off of her, he left the bed, and wandered into the bathroom to retrieve the rest of his clothes. When he returned he was wearing his shirt, and his socks, and he sat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. Turning to look at her, his eyes widened. "Go get dressed, miss thing. We're going out."

Sam leapt from the bed like an Olympic athlete before heading towards the bathroom. Picking up her jeans, she wriggled them up her legs before reaching down to swipe her shoes and socks from the floor. Slipping them on quickly where she stood, she wriggled her feet after her shoes were in place, and turned to leave the bathroom. Jack was standing in the doorway, his hands braced on the frame.

"You are one fine looking woman," he said eyeing her up and down teasingly.

Sam crossed her eyes, and made a monkey face, as she twisted her hands in the air.

It made Jack laugh. "You're just kind of special," he said with a chuckle.

Stepping towards him, Sam placed her hands on the doorframe below his, and looked up at him. Her blue eyes were wide, and serious as their gazes met. "Did you find my M&M?" she asked gravely.

Jack looked at her sympathetically before shaking his head. "I'm sorry. It's gone." Then he fought laughter. "I'll get you some more."

Sam's eyes dropped for a moment, and she sighed. "It's not the same."

"You're such a goof," Jack said grinning, and leaned down to kiss her quickly on the mouth. "Come on," he said jerking his head to the side. "Lets go eat."

***

It wasn't quite a bar, but it wasn't quite a restaurant either. There was blue grass music playing from a jukebox in the corner of the room, and Sam felt very conspicuous after she sat upon the stool in front of their tall table.

The walls were decorated with strange pictures, and items that looked like they had come out of an episode of Dukes of Hazard. Sam's eyes brushed over each one in amusement before turning to Jack. "Got any straw I can chew?" she asked, her eyes wide.

Jack smiled indulgently. "They have really good burgers here," he told her. Sam nodded, and continued to look around the room.

When their waitress arrived, she was an aging blonde woman with big hair, and an even bigger personality. Smiling at the both of them, she turned to Sam. "What can I get you to drink, honey?"

Sam smiled back politely. "I'll have a Coke, please."

Nodding, she turned. "What do you want, Jack?"

Jack smirked at her, and lifted his hand off to the table slightly as he answered. "The same."

"Alright," she said with a tilt of her head. "Give me just a minute." Before turning away, she winked at Sam.

"She seems nice," Sam said after she was gone.

"She is," Jack replied simply, and said nothing more.

There was a small stand in the center of the table that held a plastic booklet of dessert items, and Sam absently paged through it while they waited.

"What's your last name?" she wondered aloud.

The question immediately made Jack wary. "Why do you want to know?" he asked elusively.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm just curious."

"You know what they say about curiosity, don't you?" He wriggled his eyebrows to lighten the blow of his refusal to answer.

"Okay," she said slowly. "When's your birthday?" she asked instead.

That question he didn't have a problem with. "In April."

Her brows crinkled while she thought it over. "That makes you a Pisces?"

"A Taurus." he said with a grin. "What are you?"

"A Libra. I was born in October."

"Good," he breathed. "You'll get another year older before I do."

Their waitress returned, and set their glasses on the table. She turned to look at Jack. "Haven't seen you come in for a while, sweetheart. Where have you been hiding out?"

He smiled at her warmly. "Oh, you know. Here and there, Bev. Been kind of busy lately."

Nodding, she turned to Sam. "Lovely young lady you have here with you. You didn't abduct her, did you?"

Her words made Sam's eyes widen, but Jack only laughed. "No. This is Sam, Bev. She's my niece."

"It's lovely to meet you, Sam," she said warmly. "What can I get you to eat?"

Jack quickly interjected when Sam paused in responding. "We're going to get two of the specials, if that's alright?"

"Sounds fine by me," she said in a friendly way. "I'll tell Chance to throw two on the grill."

Jack nodded, and she stepped away to head behind the bar before disappearing through a doorway. Sam smirked as she looked at him. "Your niece?"

His eyes bulged, and then he shrugged. "I could have told her the truth, but I don't want this to be my last meal." Sam's hand lifted to her mouth to hide her amusement. "If she knew the things I've done to you, I would never make it out of here alive," Jack said warily as he eyed the kitchen door.

"Does that mean we're not going to go at it in the bathroom?" Sam asked innocently.

Widening his eyes once more, he shook his head erratically.

"Does that mean I shouldn't try to seduce you?" she asked bemusedly.

Jack tucked his tongue into his cheek as he met her eyes. "That will just get you a trip out to the car. By all means, seduce away." When Sam continued to smile at him his curiosity grew. "What were you planning on doing to perform this seduction?"

Biting her lip, she gazed down at the table top before raising her large blue eyes coyly. Glancing around to make sure no one could hear her, she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial level.

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?" she whispered softly.

Jack was held captive in her gaze, and nodded slowly. Sam leaned towards him. The movement caused her shirt to gape slightly away from her breasts, and Jack's eyes were immediately drawn to the lovely cleavage that was on display.

"You've been pretty generous up to this point. Buying me lunches, paying for the hotel, giving me two astounding orgasms."

Jack's brows lifted, and he smiled. He liked where this was going.

Peering down at the table again briefly, Sam lifted her gaze. "I wanted to reciprocate," she told him softly.

"Oh yeah?" Jack said. She had definitely peaked his interest.

Sam nodded gravely. "I have something for you." Biting her lip, she gazed up at him through her lashes.

Jack swallowed with difficulty. "What is it?" he asked.

Pausing, Sam seemed to struggle internally before answering him. Lowering her voice until it became only a breathy sound that emerged from her throat, she admitted "It's in my jeans. I would have to put my fingers inside of them in order to show you."

Jack's mouth parted at her admission. "Are you sure you want to do that here? Someone might see you."

Sam nodded confidently. "I want to. I've wanted to ever since we got here." Placing her hands in her lap she looked Jack square in the eye. "Is it okay if I put them in there, Jack?"

Swallowing again, he nodded. "If that's what you want to do," he said thickly.

"It is." Lifting her shoulder just the slightest bit, Sam very slowly lifted her hand, and slipped it into her pants beneath the table. Jack's heated gaze followed the movement of her arm, and his mouth parted again.

"After everything you've done, I wanted to do this for you," she told him seductively. Her arm pushed lower, and seemed to move around a little. Jack's dark gaze was intent as he watched her.

Suddenly, her arm lifted, and she slapped her hand down in the center of the table. When she pulled it back to place it back in her lap, there was a single, brown M&M left in it's wake. Jack stared down at it for a moment before lifting his gaze to hers in amazement.

A small smile tilted her lips as she looked at him. "I just wanted you to know that dessert is on me."

Jack looked down at the M&M again, his eyes wide. Then he lifted his stricken gaze to hers. The laughter that escaped him was abrupt, and before he knew it, he was bent over the table shaking, and wiping moisture from his eyes as he tried, and failed to stop.

Every time that he managed to get a hold of himself, he'd look down at the sad little M&M and fall apart again. He could barely breathe as he looked up at Sam who was innocently drinking her glass of soda.

"I can honestly say, that I've never wanted you more than I do in this moment," he imparted completely straight faced. "I'm hard as a rock. Get up, we're going to the car."

Slipping from his stool, he began walking away from the table. Sam's eyes widened in dismay as she watched him heads towards the door. "Really?" she asked in amazement.

Jack turned around, and came back towards the table, his chest rocking with laughter. "No," he said shaking his head. "That was the worst seduction ever." Glancing around, he quickly leaned down, and kissed her on the mouth. "You are such a damn brat," he said amused.

Taking his seat, he glanced down at the M&M again, and pushed it towards her. "I'll give you ten dollars right now if you eat it."

Sam scrunched her nose. "It was on the floor, and spent some time between your butt cheeks. You're going to have to offer up a better incentive."

Jack laughed again. "It was stuck to my back. I was wearing pants when you dumped them everywhere."

"Not the whole time," Sam said with a cheeky grin.

"True," he said with a chuckle. "There might be a few I haven't found yet."

"We can investigate later," she answered.

"I look forward to it." Reaching his hand out, he flicked the M&M off of the table. When Sam gasped in dismay, he started laughing all over again.

Bev arrived soon after with their burgers and fries, and this time Sam was able to eat everything on her plate. She had worked up an appetite, and had never felt hungrier.

"That was so good," she moaned appreciatively once she had finished.

Jack lowered his glass of soda back to the table, and grinned at her. "Yes, it was. Did you want dessert?"

Sam thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. "I'm full."

"Me too," Jack said. "Let me take care of the bill real quick, and then we'll get out of here."

Getting up from the table, Jack walked over to the bar where Bev was standing talking to an older gentleman. Leaning over it, they spoke for a moment, and then Jack reached into the back pocket of his jeans to pull out his wallet. Handing her a handful of bills, they smiled at one another before Jack said his goodbyes. When he returned to the table, his expression was warm, and at ease. "Ready to go?"

Nodding, Sam slipped from her chair, and walked with Jack towards the door. Turning, she waved to Bev, and Bev waved back with a smile. "See you next time, honey." she called.

"It was nice to meet you," Sam returned, and followed Jack out the door.

Once they were outside, Jack reached down, and grabbed her hand in the dark. He held it in his as they walked towards the car.

"Definitely very boyfriendy," she told him as they approached it.

He glanced down at her, and smiled, but chose not to say anything. Opening her door for her, he released her hand so that she could slip inside, then closed it so he could round the car, and get in himself. Reaching for his cigarettes, he lit one then started the car.

"Thanks for dinner," she said as he pulled the car into reverse, and backed out of the parking space.

His brows lifted as he nodded. "No problem. Can't have you wasting away. We need to keep your strength up." The sly way in which he smiled after that statement made Sam shake her head at him.

"Is your mind always in the gutter?" she asked patiently.

He took a drag off his cigarette, and kept his eyes on the road when he answered. "No. Sometimes I like to think about puppies and kitties." He turned to grin at her. "Sometimes rainbows."

When she only stared at him, he reached down to the cd player, and hit play. The car soon filled with music as they made their way back to the hotel. When they finally reached it, Jack tilted his head so that he could see the ashtray as he stubbed out his cigarette, then turned off the ignition. Glancing up at her, he opened the door, got out of the car, then rounded it so he could open hers as well.

"Thank you, kind sir." Sam said as she tilted her head at him.

"M'lady," he said as he tilted his head back.

The moment was ruined when she walked past him. He smacked her on the bottom making her jump. When she turned to glare at him, Jack laughed. "So uncivilized!" she huffed at him.

When she reached the door, Jack slid an arm around her waist, and pulled her back against him as he pushed the key into the lock. At the same time that he pushed the door open he leaned down to kiss the side of her neck, and Sam let out a soft breath as she tilted her head to give him better access to it.

She was consumed with his presence behind her. He felt very large, very strong, and very masculine pressed up against her. Jack could never be confused with a boy. He was very much a man in every way. He made that fact apparent when unexpectedly he turned her to face him, and bent over to pick her up over his shoulder.

Sam let out a shriek as he walked into the room, and closed the door behind him. His palm reached up to smack her on the bottom once more, and this time her shriek sounded more like a growl as she pounded her fist on his back.

"Put me down, you animal!" she yelled loudly.

Jack quickly obeyed by tossing her onto the bed. Her slight frame bounced as it landed, and she pushed her dark hair out of her face to glare up at his smiling face.

"You sir, are a neanderthal!" she told him.

Lifting his knee to the bed, Jack quickly crawled onto it until his large frame covered hers, and pressed it down into the mattress. Slipping his fingers into her hair, he took her mouth hungrily, and let out a loud groan.

Lifting his head, his dark eyes delved into her large, blue ones as she panted beneath him. "I want you," he told her thickly, then took her mouth again. His entire body moved against hers roughly as he pushed into her.

Pressing his hands into the mattress, he got to his knees then pulled on her arms until she sat up. Yanking his shirt over his head, he threw it to the side then reached down to dispose of hers as well. When she was bared before him, he took her mouth once more, and lifted his hand to palm one of her breasts. His fingers squeezed it urgently while his tongue entangled with hers.

Lost in a sea of sensations, Sam gasped into his mouth, and quickly reached up to the front of his jeans to unbutton them. She felt the same sense of urgency as the zipper came down, and she began tugging his pants down his hips. When they were pooled at his knees, her eyes dropped to his thickly engorged cock that jutted before her.

Her eyes darted to his quickly. Before he could sense what she was about, Sam wrapped her fingers around his length, and took it into her mouth so that he was buried between her lips.

Jack gasped, and his eyes widened as he watched her. Her fingers fell away from him after her cheeks grabbed a hold, and to his astonishment she began bobbing her head up and down his shaft. His eyes dropped closed at the feel of it. Lifting his hand to place it on the back of her head, he gently held her while she licked, sucked, and filled her mouth repeatedly.

Then to his further surprise, she took a deep breath, and forced the head of his cock into the small confines of her throat. Jack cried out at the feel of it, and lowered his eyes to watch as she choked on him.

Pulling back, she took another deep breath, and pushed him even further the second time. Jack gritted his teeth, and tilted his head back. The feel of her tight throat constricting around him making him shake. After the fifth time she swooped down on him, Jack abruptly pulled back. His breath was ragged as he looked at her.

"Stop, Sam." he gasped. "You're going to make me cum, and I want to be inside of you."

Rubbing his thumb down the side of her face, he released her, and quickly stood upon the bed to divest himself of the rest of his clothing. Once they were off, he knelt again, and reached for the button of her jeans as she kicked off her shoes.

Peeling them down her legs along with her panties, he tossed them over the side of the bed then lowered his weight on top of hers while he found her mouth again. His hand came up to cradle her head as he sunk between her thighs, and with a lift of his hips he was buried inside of her.

Jack's mouth grew slack against hers, and his eyes closed tightly as a soft grunt escaped him. He began to move into her slowly, and Sam's hands lifted to grasp onto his back to hold him to her.

"Don't say my name," he told her softly. "If you beg or say my name it'll be over, and I want to feel you."

She was panting beneath him in earnest now, and her head dug into the bed beneath her as she nodded in consent. With every slow thrust her back would arch, and eventually she began lifting her hips to meet them. It was too much for Jack. Reaching down, he gripped her hip in his strong hand to still her, and when she looked into his heated gaze in question, he only pushed forward to fill her again.

"You are so fucking tight," he ground out. "Slow, Sam. Slow."

He made it go on and on. His mouth trailing over every inch of her that he could reach, while he slowly, and rhythmically thrust inside of her. When Sam thought she couldn't take much more, he pushed to his knees, and lifted her legs with his strong arms so that he was pushing in deeper, hitting an entirely different part of her. It began to steal her sanity, and she bit down on her lip hard to keep from begging.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as moans escaped her, and when he pushed her legs even higher, the head of him slid against the most sensitive spot inside of her, and she couldn't control it. "Jack!" she cried out. The pleasure was intense.

"Sam, don't." he breathed.

Only, the slight shifting of her legs meant that he was hitting the spot each, and every time that he moved. Sam began to hyperventilate. Her hands fisted against the sheets, and her head tossed from side to side as she began to lose herself. "Please!" she cried out again.

A low sound of aggravation left him, and he closed his eyes as his tempo increased. Instead of hitting the spot slowly, he was now pounding into it, and Sam's moans turned into cries of ecstacy as she lost all control. "I can't! Please! Please, Jack! I can't! Please!"

Jack shuddered, and dug his fingers into her thighs hard. His thrusts became mindless, each one making him grunt loudly as he slammed into her. His voice was tight as it came out between his gritted teeth. "I'm going to cum, Sam."

Surging into her, he stilled, his body rigid. He was emptying himself inside of her while he twitched, and throbbed. Sam could feel the hot spurts ejecting from him. When the last drop had filled her, his entire frame wilted, and he lowered his forehead to hers as he tried to catch his breath.