The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 06

Sam awoke slowly. Her first conscious thought was that she was surrounded by heat. A heavy weight was pressing her down into the mattress, and her skin was humming with sensation. Opening her eyes, she lifted her head slightly, and saw that Jack was lying half sprawled across her body.

His dark head was bent over her, and his mouth was latched onto her breast. He was gently sucking at her nipple, and the feel of his tongue washing over the hardened peak made her spine arch away from the bed in response.

Lifting his head, he met her blue eyes, and grinned. "Hi," he said casually.

Crinkling her brows at the odd greeting, Sam fought the desire to smile. "Hi."

His dark head lowered again, and his lips parted wide so that he could engulf as much of her soft tit within his hot mouth as he could manage. He feasted hungrily, sucking roughly on her flesh as a low groan escaped him. Sam's mouth parted on a gasp while her body bowed for a second time.

His fingers lifted to grasp onto her knee, then grazed a trail up her thigh until his hand rested on her hip. Lightly squeezing it, his palm drifted further, stroking a pathway up her side. When he reached the softly rounded curve of her other breast, he curled his large fingers around it, and gripped it savagely while his mouth devoured her.

With a whimper, Sam reached to delve her fingers into his thick, dark hair. In that moment she wasn't entirely sure if it was to pull him away, or draw him closer. He was steadily pulling her back into the dark, wanton part of herself that she could no longer ignore, and the heat of his mouth was swiftly creating a searing ache along each of her nerve endings. It made her squirm beneath him.

His lips tilted in a self satisfied smile, and then he gently nipped her with his teeth. "I'm sorry. Were you sleeping?" he innocently wondered.

Sam took a few halting, shallow breaths before panting, "I was. It's not easy to do while you're doing that."

Jack clucked his tongue in mock sympathy. "That's a shame."

His head descended until his face was pressed between the valley of her breasts, and he began lightly caressing her with his stubbled cheek so that it scraped her delicate skin . It made Sam draw in a sharp breath, and her entire frame tensed in reaction.

"I woke up, and it was the strangest thing," he mumbled bemusedly. "There was this unbelievably hot girl lying next to me, and she was completely oblivious to the dirty thoughts that started running through my mind. I thought I had better take advantage before she could stop me." Pressing his hot, wet mouth to her sternum, his lips began traversing their way down her body at a leisurely pace.

"Were you worried she would fight you off?" Sam gasped.

Jack slid his tongue into the hollow of her navel, and made a low sound in the pit of his throat when she bucked beneath him. "No. She's a good girl. She wouldn't do that," he said with another hint of a smile.

Hooking a thickly muscled arm beneath her, Jack lifted her leg until her knee bent, and her foot rested flat upon the bed. Turning his dark head, his lips latched onto the warm skin of her inner thigh. He began swirling his tongue in teasing circles as he moved his way down the length of it.

Sam's eyes drifted closed, and her mouth parted wordlessly. Her slender fingers dug into the top of the sheets as she attempted to swallow. "I see," she responded breathlessly.

"She's always a good girl," Jack informed her lightly. "It's why I don't mind being so generous with her." His stubbled cheek slid across the sensitive apex of her thigh, and Sam began to tremble. "She deserves to be rewarded for such good behavior."

"Rewarded how?" Sam panted.

His fingers tightened their hold on her as his tongue trailed lower. "I'm going to make you cum again, baby." he said matter of factly. Then his hot mouth was between her legs.

Pressing her thighs down with his hands, his tongue pushed inside of her deep, and wet. A strangled cry escaped her, and her eyes darted to his dark head in shock. His lips latched onto her soft gash, and he began aggressively thrusting his tongue into the opening between her folds. Groaning with pleasure, he gripped her tighter.

Sam reflexively attempted to close her thighs, but Jack's strength greatly outmatched hers. The abrupt jerk of her limbs only seemed to incite him as another low pitched groan rumbled out of him.

Bucking against the onslaught of his mouth, Sam's head tilted back to press into the pillow beneath her head. "Oh no! Oh God!" she moaned. The stiff peaks of both her breasts rose into the air when she arched again, and a soft squeal helplessly emerged from between her lips. "Jack!" she gasped. "You can't!"

He began running the slippery invader along the smooth crease, laving the petals with the rough surface of his tongue before sucking them into his mouth. When he abruptly shifted towards the swollen nub of her clit, he playfully darted at it before gently pulling it between his lips.

Sliding two fingers gently inside of her, he began jetting them back and forth while he tasted her. It swiftly made Sam unravel beneath him. Gripping the sheets in her fists, her dark head twisted from side to side as she moaned.

The speed of his fondling quickened where he was buried, and for a moment he lifted his head so that he could watch her as she thrashed upon the bed. It made him smile, and then he lowered his mouth to push her further.

"Oh God!" she called out. "Oh fuck! Please! I can't, Jack! Please!" she whimpered.

"Yes, you can," he growled. "I want you to cum for me," he breathed against her. "Cum for me like a good girl, and then I will fuck you."

Pushing his tongue against her after he uttered those words sent Sam spiraling over the edge. Tightening around his fingers, she began to shudder and shake. In the middle of it, Jack lunged forward onto his knees, lifted her ass in his hands, and slammed his cock deep between her thighs. It made Sam's cries continue as he began thrusting thickly inside of her.

He was fast and rough, and it only enhanced her orgasm making it go on and on. With his jaw clenched, he pounded into her savagely. She was so wet, and pliant beneath him that she easily accepted every inch of his throbbing shaft as he drilled it into her.

Loud, gruff sounds of pleasure emerged from his throat while he rode between her legs like a man possessed. He buried himself over and over as he watched her features contort with euphoria.

With a final hard thrust of his hips, he stilled inside of her as cum burst forth from the tip of his cock to fill her in urgent streams. Falling forward, his palms pressed into the bed, and he desperately took her mouth before lifting his fingers to viciously dig them into the top of her breast.

Her tongue reached out to strain against his in response causing Jack to exert a small noise that resembled a wounded animal. When he was finally empty, his body collapsed on top of hers, and his dark head turned to the side.

Sam hesitantly lifted her hands, and placed them on his back before letting one drift upwards into his hair. It made him shudder against her as she touched him. She ran her fingers through it lightly, and Jack closed his eyes in repletion. He made no attempt to rise.

After a moment, he swiveled his head towards her so that he could press his lips to the side of her neck. "Christ, that felt good," he sighed.

Sam nodded in agreement as her hands fell away from him. When she gave no further response, Jack lifted his head in order to meet her eyes. His expression seemed thoughtful, and wary at the same time. "You haven't been fighting me, Sam. Should I be worried?"

Her gaze widened fractionally, and then she shifted beneath him. "Do you want me to fight you?" she asked evasively.

His brows dipped in confusion momentarily, and then they lifted. "No," he said slowly. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I do. It seems like you're starting to, but I can never really tell what it is that you're thinking."

When her only response was the lift of a pale shoulder, Jack peered down at her in consternation. "That doesn't help," he pointed out grimly.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Jack," Sam replied with a frown. "I'm not entirely sure what it is that you want from me."

His dark eyes passed over her face, and then he lifted his hand to lightly brush his fingers through the hair at her temple. "I want a truce," he finally replied. When her dark brows lifted in response it made him smile. "At least for today. I just want to spend one day with you where you're not afraid, and I'm not a monster."

Sam's frown deepened as she contemplated his words. "A truce?"

Jack bit his lip before nodding. "I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you. I want you to believe me," he intoned softly.

"Because you're sorry," her tone was flat.

A heavy breath escaped him. It was as if his entire frame deflated. "You don't believe me." It wasn't a question.

Her blue eyes peered up at him warily. Hesitant to answer, Sam remained silent, and his dark gaze became disconcerted. "I deserve that. It's alright," he said with a sigh. "Trust is something that has to be earned, and I haven't earned yours yet. Let me prove to you that you're safe with me, Sam."

"What happens tomorrow?" Sam wondered quietly.

Lowering his head, he lightly kissed her mouth. "Tomorrow you go into the trunk of my car so that no one suspects that I plan on drowning you in the river."

Sam's eyes widened dramatically, and Jack instantly chuckled at her expression. "Tomorrow you will be just as safe as you are right now. So, relax," he said with a grin. "You would think that someone as bright as you are would have figured out by now that I have an awful sense of humor."

"It is pretty bad," Sam agreed with a nod of her head. "I'm surprised I haven't drowned myself in the river yet."

Her response made his grin widen, and then he lowered his mouth to the curve of her neck. Biting her skin lightly, he hummed in the back of his throat. "I need a cigarette," he suddenly announced. Lifting his head, he smirked as he met her eyes.

"How old were you when you started smoking?" Sam wondered curiously.

His gaze lifted towards the ceiling while he contemplated the question. With a rough squint of an eye, he thought it over. "I was around eighteen," he finally answered.

"You should quit," she informed him.

Grinning again, he chuckled. "It keeps men, women, and children alike alive." Then he leaned down to softly sink his teeth into her skin making her jump.

Slipping off of her, he walked across the room in the nude, and entered the bathroom. When he returned, his jeans were in place, and he was zipping them up. "I'll only be gone a few minutes. Sit tight." Winking at her, he turned, and left the room leaving Sam shaking her head in his wake.

Getting up from the bed, she tip toed her way across the room until she reached the bathroom, then quietly closed the door behind her. Bending over, she picked up her shirt, and quickly pulled it over her head.

It took a moment of searching, but when she spotted her panties, she hurriedly snatched those up as well, and stepped into them. Pulling them up her legs, she wandered over to the commode, and sat down to relieve herself.

Her mind swam with the dizzying effects of her morning, and she had to fight in order to focus so that she could logically approach her new situation. She wasn't sure what to make of it.

Thus far, Jack had held true to his word. He hadn't done a single thing to hurt her since they had arrived. In fact, he had been nothing but considerate, and gentle with her all day. The realization completely sent her off balance.

She wasn't sure what to do now. Jack in a rage wasn't difficult to deal with. She just quietly obeyed him as he filled her with terror. Jack being sweet was another story altogether. She had no idea what to do with it. What if she opened herself up to it, and he turned around, and hurt her again? She would probably be twice as devastated for trusting him.

She felt wary of it all. Deciding to wait, and see what he did next was all that she could do. She didn't really have many other options. He wasn't about to let her go. Only, what could he really do if she decided to escape him? His threats towards her family were nothing more than harsh manipulations to coerce her into doing his bidding.

She could run now. If she really wanted to, she could run. She just wasn't sure what he would do instead. She didn't feel sure of many things at the moment, but the one thing she was sure of was that he wouldn't simply allow her to go.

If she decided that she couldn't do this anymore, he would do everything within his power to stop her from leaving him. Could she really go along with his attempts to make peace after everything that he had done to her?

It seemed as if though he were asking for her forgiveness, and Sam wasn't sure if she could ever give it to him. The best option that she had available to her at that moment was to take it a day at a time. On this particular day he was asking for a truce. It seemed unwise not to take the extended offer.

She much preferred the man that he had become. The brutality inside of him appeared to have dissipated, and Sam was in no hurry to see it return. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly before leaving the bathroom to return to the main room.

Not all of it was bad. Some of it was actually pleasant. The past half hour was evidence of that as her skin tingled in reminder. He might be a monster, but he was good at being one. She had wanted everything he had done to her, and hadn't for a moment wanted him to stop.

He was slowly starting to win her over in that department, and the thought worried her. He might not be able to control her mind, but his growing ability to control her body sent a shock of dismay through her. She was beginning to crave his touch. She wanted him in that way, and he was slowly beginning to realize it. She only hoped he didn't decide to use it against her.

Sam was sitting in the middle of the bed with her legs folded in front of her when the door opened, and Jack returned. She was still deep in thought as he closed the door, and it took her a moment to break away from her inner turmoil.

His bare feet padded across the carpeting as he breezed into the room, and then he held up a handful of packaged snacks before wriggling his eyebrows. "I found a vending machine," he said to her conspiratorially. "You want cookies, or M&M's?"

Smirking at his expression, she held out her hand. "M&M's, of course." she replied, and caught the bag when he tossed it to her.

"Good choice," he said. "I wanted the cookies."

Holding them up triumphantly, he jumped onto the bed behind her, and dropped to a sitting position by bending his knees. Spreading his legs apart, he pulled her back against his chest, and held the cookies in front of her so that he could open the bag.

Sam lounged against him comfortably as she watched him tear the bag open. When it gaped open in his hands, he reached inside with two fingers, and pulled one out. Lifting it to her mouth, she opened her lips so that he could feed it to her. When she started to chew it, he grabbed another one for himself.

"I haven't had an Amos cookie in years," he said with wry amusement. "They're not bad," he said after he swallowed. Sam nodded her head in agreement. Kissing the top of her head, he fed her another cookie. "Do you want to watch a movie?" he asked lightly.

Leaning her head back to look at him, she met his dark eyes. He looked content. "Sure," she answered.

Slipping another cookie into his mouth, he pointed to the row of dvds that aligned the shelf in the bureau. "Lets hope there's something decent in there worth watching."

"I'll look." Sam said easily, then scooted forward until she was at the end of the bed.

Once there, she slipped to the floor, and crossed her legs as she read the titles. Her eyes skipped past the first two on account of the fact that they were Japanese martial arts movies. She didn't want to sit through that.

"Forrest Gump?" she asked before turning her head to look at him. He was still eating cookies, and his nose scrunched in response. Facing forward, she read the next title, and offered it up as a suggestion. "Mrs. Doubtfire?"

Jack tilted his head as he thought it over, and then shrugged. "Possibly. What else do they have?"

Sam's eyes scanned the row. "High Fidelity, Aladdin, Pirates of the Carribean, Finding Nemo, X-Men, 28 Days Later, The Happening, Ghostbusters..."

"Who you gonna call?!" Jack sang as he ate another cookie. Glancing up at him, Sam's gaze was expectant. Jack's lips lifted as he chewed. His dark eyes met hers, and after he swallowed he opened his mouth to ask her, "Now, if I pick one of those, and it's not one of the cartoons, are you going to be upset?"

Sam tucked her tongue into her cheek, which often was a habit of his, before rolling her eyes. Sighing patiently, she shook her head.

"It was just a question," he said with a chuckle before taking the last cookie from the bag, and popping it into his mouth.

Sam reached for Mrs. Doubtfire, and slid the case from the shelf. Prying it open, she pulled out the disk, and slipped it into the dvd player. When it was closed, she reached to turn on the television, and lifted herself off the floor once the FBI warning appeared on the screen. When she knelt onto the bed, and began crawling towards Jack, his smile turned into a grin.

"Now that, is hot." he said lifting his eyebrows. Grabbing himself through his jeans, he bit his lip. "Come to Daddy," he said, his voice teeming with repressed amusement.

Sam paused where she was as she lifted a brow of her own. He was so unbelievably smug and obnoxious that she couldn't help but shake her head as her lips twitched. "Are you sure that you don't want to watch the cartoon?" she asked with a serious face.

Shaking his dark head to indicate that he didn't, he held a hand out to her to encourage her to resume her spot up against him. When her back was pressed to his chest once more, he wrapped his arms beneath her breasts, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"What did you pick?" he asked as previews began to play.

"My Little Pony, and the Rainbow Princess," she said while attempting to keep her voice level.

Jack's chest shook beneath her as his laughter escaped him in soft breaths. "I hope the pink pony comes out first. That one is my faaaavoooriiite!"

"I like the purple one," Sam replied. Opening her bag of M&M's, she popped one into her mouth.

"Of course you do," Jack said. "It matches your phone."

Nodding in agreement, Sam blindly reached up to feed him an M&M, and nearly shoved it into his nose. Laughing again, he opened his mouth to chase her hand, and finally succeeded in getting it when she located his lips, and shoved it in.

"You're really good at this." His voice raised an octave as he fought the laughter that was consuming him.

"I know," Sam answered. "I used to feed my baby brother. I've had practice." Reaching up again, she nearly blinded him when her hand almost went into his eye.

Jack ducked, and laughed again as he avoided her fist. "Did he have a lot of black eyes?" he wondered as he dodged her hand again.

"Only until he could feed himself," she answered, and slapped her palm against his lips, forcing a green M&M into his mouth.

Jack's eyes widened as he chewed. "You know, if I was this inept at aiming, you'd still be a virgin," he said and fell apart as laughter consumed him.

Turning in his grasp, Sam quickly got to her knees in front of him. As he reached out to grab her hips, her eyes narrowed at him in anger as she dumped the bag of M&M's over his head. Jack laughed harder as they bounced off his skull then flinched while he waited for her to do something more violent.