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CHAPTER 4

Sam is the first to gather herself enough to move. She raises herself on her elbows even though her arms are shaking a little.

"I need to..." she mumbles and moves her hips to pull out a little. Jack frowns.

"Sorry, sorry," she mumbles. "Just try to relax." He nods and she slowly pulls all the way out, carefully observing his face. There seems to be some discomfort but no actual pain.

Sam raises to her knees and takes off the condom. She wraps it in a tissue and tosses into the trash before she opens the straps and tosses the dildo and the harness on the floor. She'll take care of it later.

"You OK?" she asks as she crawls to sit down next to him.

"Yeah," he mumbles, still breathing heavily, eyes closed.

"Come on, straighten your legs." His knees are still bent and thighs spread wide. There's semen on his abdomen and it takes a moment before Sam realizes it's smeared because it rubbed against her own tummy. They should probably clean up but that can wait a few moments. "Come on," she repeats when he doesn't move.

Sam gently takes a hold of his calf and thigh and lowers the left leg on the bed. Jack follows her example and lowers the other one on his own.

"Can you bring them together?" she asks when he's still lying there, spread eagle. It's not that she doesn't enjoy the view but she's getting a little worried about him.

"Maybe," he grunts.

"Did I hurt you?" More than a little worried now.

"Ass is fine," he mumbles and groans when he tries to move his legs. "Hips hurt like hell."

Sam lets out a relieved chuckle and lies down next to him. She moves Jack's left arm so that she can use it as a pillow and snuggles against his shoulder. After some struggle he finally manages to drag his thighs together and heaves a relieved sigh as he finally relaxes.

"Can you roll to your side?" Sam asks softly, craving for more skin-on-skin contact.

"No," Jack mumbles.

"Come on now... You've got a naked girl in your bed who's in need of some cuddling."

"You're insatiable, you know that, right?" He manages to raise his right shoulder blade off the bed a little and Sam quickly puts a hand under it and pulls, helping him to his side. But it seems he has no control over his body now and instead of settling on their sides, he collapses on top of her. Sam giggles at his new, relaxed state.

"Sorry about that," he manages to mumble against her collarbone. His right hand is cupping her left breast but Sam is pretty sure he doesn't even know that yet.

"Not complaining," Sam says and kisses his forehead gently. "That was amazing. You were amazing," she whispers and caresses his hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," he mumbles and she chuckles again. "Spent. Thoroughly fucked. A little sore but definitely not complaining. So worth it. You?"

"Pretty much the same," Sam replies. Except for the thoroughly fucked part but she's pretty sure he gets that one. And she's definitely not complaining, either.

"Sore?"

"I think I need to put some ice on my nipples if I'm gonna wear a bra anytime soon." And now that she thinks about it, the straps kinda irritated her skin, too. But she was too busy to notice before.

"Sorry about that," he mumbles and the hand he has on her breast squeezes her just a little.

"No, you're not," she chuckles.

"Hey, I made you come while you were fucking me. A guy's gotta be a little smug about that."

Sam chooses not to answer but instead pulls him a little closer and kisses his forehead again.

"You really like taking control, don't you?" His voice is starting to get its strength back, Sam notices.

"It's not the control," she corrects. "It's the way you trust me. That's the turn-on."

"Ah... Anytime," he mumbles.

"Ditto that."

"Does that mean I can handcuff you to the bed?" He's never suggested it before, never really felt the need to control her that way but her comment about trusting kinda gets makes him think of it the new way.

"Sure you can. Now?" There's laughter in her voice but he knows if he says yes, she'll let him. But he's too tired right now so he just snorts and nuzzles her collarbone.

They both know there's no way he's moving anywhere anytime soon. If it wasn't for the obvious need to get cleaned up, he might stay right here for the rest of his life. His right thumb gently sweeps over her nipple and Sam hisses a little.

"Careful," she whispers.

"Sorry about that."

"I'm not complaining," she replies and somehow manages to pull the comforter to cover their cooling bodies. They both close their eyes, settling down for a little nap.

"What happened at that college party?" Jack mumbles when they are both about to fall asleep.

"Someone woke up with a beer bottle up his ass," Sam speaks softly and he snorts. "It was kinda my fault," she admits.

"Kinda?" How the hell is something like that kinda your fault? You either did it or not.

"They had a sort of bet, a game," Sam mumbles, her hand absentmindedly stroking his back. "The one who pulls the craziest stunt gets to ask me out. I only found out when we all woke up the next day."

"Who won?"

"None of them dared to ask me out after that but I drove to the hospital with the poor guy. They gave him morphine. Poor thing thought he was hallucinating me so I kissed him when he was too out of it to remember."

"Ah, so you won."

"Don't I always?" she asks, sounding a little too smug for his liking but he doesn't have the energy to do anything about it.

Besides, every time Sam gets her way with something, it seems he ends up winning, too.