title: Doubts
author: callisto24
fandom: 24
characters: Jack, Michelle, Tony...
rating: NC-17
category: drama, hetero smut
disclaimer: nothing belongs to me, no money made!

 
placed before the 3. Season

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Angry dark eyes followed them.
“Do you think he knows?” Michelle whispered, when they entered his office.
Jack looked through the clear windows, watched the dark figure passing Chloes place, moving away fast, bellowing orders to Gael. He shook his head. “He ‘ s under a lot of pressure.”
Michelle sighed. “We all are. That ‘ s why we ‘ re making mistakes.” Her dark eyes burnt inside his icy blue one, when he blinked and wiped the sweat from his face. “What about tonight?”
Her eyes slid downwards, followed Tonys slim body leaving the hallway, before she nodded silently, without looking at him. * * * * *

 
He let her in, a seducing smile on his lips.
“You made me wait.”
“You deserved to,” she teased him, passing by slowly, brushing her breasts against his shirt, noticing the flash of light sparkling in his bright shining eyes. “Where is... ?” He bit his tongue, remembering too late, that they had agreed never to talk about his friend, about her husband. Her gaze darkened, long, silken eyelashes sank down on her cheeks, when her chest heaved in a sigh. “I ‘ m sorry,” he hurried to say, cursing his weakness, cursing the drug making him light headed, passing barriers far too easily. He grabbed her slim shoulders, turned her slowly around until she faced him.
She opened her eyes to his, wondering again about the power these magical blue green stare withheld, about the sadness and the longing in his look, that made it impossible for her to resist, that drew her into his spell again and again, though she knew how much the truth would hurt his and her loved ones. Again the blue eyes worked their magic and she got lost in the sight, sensing the unfamiliar shape unconsciously and only for an instant, when strong arms pulled her close, when rough lips covered her own. She melted against him, pressed her body close, opened her mouth hungrily, letting the probing tongue in, tasted, what she would never taste at home, forbidden sensations, masculine scent of smoke and whiskey and even darker substances she refused to think about. Their tongues danced the ancient dance, when her hands slid upwards, touched his arms, his shoulders. Eyes closed, she imagined the naked skin, hard muscles, exotic tattoos on hidden places and felt the heat rising, flames start to blaze in her guts. He hadn ‘ t touched her properly until now, but his long fingers moved slowly downwards, followed the delicate curves of her body, until they cupped her ass in a tight grip. He stroke and kneaded the soft flesh, before he reached between her legs, making her gasp against his mouth, when the fire started to rush through her veins. These fingers moved up again, tenderly approached her neck, touched her throat, the way it always made her weak in her knees. She sighed, when he deepened the kiss, explored her mouth, drank the sweetness from her lips until he was forced to break for air. His eyes ran over her face, devoured the beautiful features, while he grabbed handfuls of her dark glistening hair, led her face upwards again, stopped the movement before their lips would touch again. She tried to reach him, longed for the kiss to continue, unable to bear the separation, but he refused, opened his mouth, sucked in the air, they both shared, while drinking her sight, enjoying the power he had, the desire he sensed, whenever she came near him. She was his during this forbidden moments, in these rare, but special nights, she belonged to him and only to him. And though she was another mans wife, the fever in their touch she felt with him, with him and no other man. She awoke to action, need and passion forced her to show the desperate longing ruling her mind and she pressed her lower body hard against his, causing him to swallow dryly when she stimulated his already half erected penis. It had been too long since their last encounter and the heroin drove away any erotic thought from his mind usually. But the fragrance she used in the office had been enough to drive him mad for days, he knew her intentions, when she used this scent, musk and vanilla, seducing and heavy, anaesthetizing his senses, aiming straight to his groin, waking desires he had presumed to be gone forever. Like molton lava the sensations ran through his body, concentrated between his thighs, when she rubbed provocatively against them. He feared to drown in those deep black pools, these wonderful eyes hypnotizing him pitiless, while his heart started to pound wildly in his chest, ready to explode, if he couldn ‘ t stop her soon. And he stopped her movements by taking her mouth again in a hungry kiss, moving his lips demanding against hers, used his tongue to part them, invading the sweet, tempting opening, tasting, exploring, sucking the breath of life from her lungs, until she gasped, close to losing her senses, breaking free with reluctance, only to feel his mouth wandering down her cheek, along the tender neck, until it reached the soft curve between throat and shoulder. Her knees became weak, when he nuzzled and sucked this place, wettened the sensitive skin, nibbled and licked until she was ready to cry out in delight. She breathed heavily, silently cursing Jack for knowing her erotic zones perfectly, the tiny parts of her body, he only needed to blow cool air above the moistened skin to make her shiver in anticipation, to drive each rational thought right away into the land of oblivion. She clung to him, couldn ‘ t come close enough, hating the fabric of their clothes parting them, couldn ‘ t suppress a moan, when her breasts moved against his chest, when her already hard nipples rubbed against him, send shockwaves through her body, made her toes curl. He returned to her mouth like a starving man, turned on by the sounds escaping her lips, for their love remained usually hot and fulfilling, but quiet on both sides, as if the two of them were aware of the forbidden fruit they were tasting, of the necessity to keep their passion secret. Feeding from her red, soft, already swollen lips he ran his hands up and down her back, reached around with his right arm to grip her butt, to pull her tight against his groin, while the left hand wandered between them to cup one breast. She arched back in delight, when she sensed his strong fingers through the thin material of her shirt, massaging the soft flesh tender but forcefully, arousing her even more. With a husky groan he suddenly pushed her away, only to open her pants with skilful movements, in disturbing speed. The material sank down easily, pooled around her feet, leaving her in her underwear and the suddenly mysteriously unbottened shirt. Hastily she fumbled with his belt, tugged frantically at the fabric until he covered her hands with his, helping her quickly to free his straining manhood. She reached out for the circumcised object of her desire, admired the hard organ pulsing, hardening in her hand, until he roughly shoved her delicate fingers aside, gripped her wrists, raising them over her head.With two steps he urged her against the wall, let her feel his erection, showed her what still had to come. She felt his whole length against her body, smooth muscles moving beneath skin.
“Take your shirt off,” she managed to gasp, eager to feel each part of him, to get rid of the disturbing substances parting them, knowing how commanding this man might drive him wild. He let go only for a second to slid out of the last restrictions, paralyzing her with his silver stare, emitting borderless desire. She swallowed, feeling the heat rise between them, smelled his scent, watched his hands stripping himself, before stripping her recklessly, letting her clothes slid down without care. Suddenly naked she squirmed, sensing his eyes scrutinizing her, getting hot from his look alone, shivering with the sight of his massive cock straining upwards, demanding, promising, ready to ride her straight to ecstasy. And then she was in his arms again, sweat covered skin sliding against her own, the strong embrace carrying her away, mentally and physically, when he lifted her up, easily placing her on the large cool bed. In one swift movement he moved on top of her, leaning down for another longing kiss. She enjoyed his weight on her, slid her hands down his muscular arms, caressed his back, directed her intentions on the buttocks, while he continued to explore her mouth impatiently. She bucked when he pressed his erection into her thigh, already wanting his hard cock inside her, moaning with the sensations. His lips left her mouth only to wander down, sucking on her earlobe, while his hands stroke her breasts, tenderly, but demanding, circling the nipples, making her gasp in pleasure. This strong fingers moved over her spread body, touching it, sending electric waves through her nerves. She moved her pelvis up against his, parted her legs, inviting him in, whimpered in frustration, when he made her wait. Instead fulfilling her desire, his fingers slid over the flat stomach, dipped into the soft navel, before they finally cupped the black curls, covering the place, where her need concentrated. She rotated her hips, tried to get what she wanted from him, until he surrendered, rubbing her clitoris softly with his thumb. She cried out, when flashes jerked through her groin, wanted him now, wanted him deep and hard inside her. Her eyes opened in shock, when she felt one finger intruding, then two and she noticed his smile, a rare sight these days, and it increased her pleasure to watch the power she still had over him. She was so ready, couldn ‘ t wait, couldn ‘ t bear the pressure building between her legs anymore, involuntary remembering the stimulations she had always needed to come, the time none of her friends, neither her husband had been patient enough to spend. Hearing Jacks breath quicken, feeling his rock hard shaft next to her, reaching out for her, was almost enough to lose control. And she arched her back in delight, tried to get these fingers deeper, urging them to hit the special spot, showing him how far she was. He needed nothing more to know what to do, leant on one arm, centered his huge cock and pushed in forcefully. She emitted a small yelp, sensing him fill her completely. She parted her legs even wider, when he rested inside her, immobilized, lost in the sensations. Their eyes locked and she felt bond to him, given a present, none of his other women ever had received. Slowly and carefully he started a rhythm, pulling out almost completely, before he pushed back in, getting deep, his strong cock filling her up, meeting each nerv, making her cry and tremble until she thought she would lose it. His hot length drove her mad, massaged her insides, battered her, stopped suddenly to reach deeper, to touch secret parts of her body until she had lost what had remained of her self control.
Her head tossed from side to side, while she screamed in pleasure, not caring anymore about anything but this magic cock filling her up entirely, repeatedly, transporting her to places she had never visited before. He was close, when he took up speed, rammed inside her, taken away by the look of her delight, the sounds she made, her movements, when she met his. Their hearts pounded wildly, when he rode her, when long powerful strokes changed into a quickening pace, when they finally made their way to completion. She came with the sight of him arching back, the feel of his hardness freezing, enclosed by her warmth, pulsing, exploding deep inside, when he filled her endlessly with his hot seed, his lips opened in a silent cry of unbearable pleasure. Their climax shook them both, they let the last waves roll over them, when her contractions pumped him mercilessly empty and he panting and gasping collapsed on top of her, held tight in her embrace, content and at peace, sheltered in her presence, escaped at least for an instant from the cruelties of life.