The Jar Ch. 4

Title: The Jar
Authors: Cincoflex and Kristen Elizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: GSR
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Characters contained within do not belong to us.
Author's Notes: Thank you everyone for all the amazing, positive response to this story. We're still having so much fun with it, and knowing that you are too makes us want to keep going and going.

Cinco wants to thank VR for all her writing encouragement!

Kristen wants to thank Lisa for her help, encouragement, patience, and impromptu psychology lessons. And she also wants to thank Sue, because this second scene was straight out of her Billy-lovin' brain! Enjoy, hon!



The Jar
by Cincoflex and Kristen Elizabeth

*****

A few hectic weeks went by; a sudden surge in home invasions and hit and runs kept the entire lab working steadily throughout that time, and Sara wondered if there was an inch of Vegas she hadn't seen by now. A lot of it seemed the same--boxy hotel rooms, cookie cutter suburbs, overly glitzy casinos--but occasionally there was a spot that seemed unique.

The Sandcastle Motel was one, and with it in mind, she added a fantasy to the jar.

A week later, she drew the slip out and grinned, handing the paper to Grissom, who read it, and looked over the top of it with a twinkle in his eye. "You have a place in mind?"

"Oh yes, in fact I do," she purred. "Because you know how these assignments get."

"Messy?" he suggested hopefully. Sara gave him a smile, not quite laughing at Grissom's expression.

"If you're lucky...."

That was enough to make him shoot her a direct look of predatory interest, and if they weren't already committed to making Lindsey's piano recital they might have stayed in.

***

Sara gathered the props, feeling both sneaky and proud of herself. The main item needed was the trickiest, and rather than ask for help from the obvious person in the lab, she ended up scouting around online and finding precisely the item needed after a few tries. Sara paid for next day shipping and hid the package along with the few other items in a basket on the floor of the closet when it came.

She took a moment to sample it later, and grinned, knowing it was nearly perfect for what she had in mind. By the time Friday night came around, low, sweet anticipation had her anxious for the shift to be over.

Checking in to the Sand Castle was easy; she'd requested the Aquarium Suite and got there an hour earlier than Grissom, all the better to set up the gear. Sara had left a note for him with suggestions of what to wear; a note made all the better by typing it on official stationary.

Set up was easy--a CD player artfully hidden within a digital audio recorder, wires, a pair of headphones and a set of speakers. Sara assembled everything on the table near the window, and plugged it in, then took care in changing her clothes.

Gone were the slacks and sleeveless shirt from work; a shower and she came out dressed in a dark, knee-length skirt, a crisp white button-down blouse and a jacket to match the skirt. She wore dark stockings, and stepped into high heels, feeling both silly and sensual at the same time; the outer packaging might not be impressive, but the inside wear was definitely going to be fun for Grissom to find.

She clipped her badge at her waist, and sat down at the table. Carefully, deliberately, Sara lit up a cigarette and took a few puffs, then did her hair in a tight chignon, looking around the room as she did so.

The Sand Castle had a great motif; textured walls of beach sand with a blue and green shag carpet underfoot. The Suite had lucite chairs with embedded sea shells in them, and even the headboard of the king-sized bed had shells and carved fish on it. The ceiling had wavy lines painted on it to resemble ripples, and each bedside lamp was a wooden sea horse.

There was a knock at the door. Sara moved to it and peeked out the viewhole, tensing pleasurably at the sight of Grissom on the other side. She called out to him. "Smith?"

"Who else?" he rumbled back with just the right sound of annoyance. She opened the door and let him in, taking a long moment to enjoy his outfit.

Grissom had on a dark suit and white shirt, nondescript tie and glasses. He'd parted his hair on the side; a move that definitely made him look different. He glanced around and started to loosen his tie. "Traffic was a bitch."

"It always is this time of day. Should I order a pizza, or Chinese?" she asked, closing and locking the door again. Grissom gave a shrug.

"Up to you. So what's our boy been up to tonight?"

"He's been in meetings all day, but I think he's getting antsy. Heard him make a personal call and Trace is looking into the number--I think it's from an escort service," Sara told him, sitting in one of the chairs at the table.

Grissom dropped himself into the other one and gave an annoyed sigh. "Oh great--well with any damned luck, he'll be done in record time and we can hope for something better."

"At least it's not him on the toilet again--I'm still scrubbing my ears out after that session," Sara winced. "The things we endure for our country--"

Grissom nodded, and picked up the earphones, but Sara shook her head and fiddled with the electronic equipment. After a moment, the speakers came to life with a man's voice filling the room.

"Brunette, just like I *love* them. You look hot, baby. You hot?" came a man's growly question. Sara made it a point not to look at Grissom, and she reached for the cigarette again.

She was going to need it; that much she knew. Sara took a drag, willing herself not to cough, and blew the smoke out casually, grateful that the Aquarium Suite was a smoking one. Next to her, Grissom shifted a little, leaning forward and loosening his tie a bit more.

"Lemme see what you've got . . . oh yeah, Niiiiiicccce!" the man crooned.

Another voice came over the tape; a low chuckle followed up by, "Sit back for the show then, Honey. I love it when I have someone watching me."

Grissom gave a grunt. "Great. It couldn't just be a quickie--"

Sara flicked the ash off the end of the cigarette. "Just because *you* haven't gotten any lately--"

"--Doesn't mean I'm thrilled to listen in on our goomba laying pipe," he snapped. "Especially into a cheap PVC hookup like this one."

"How do you know she's cheap?" Sara asked, laughing. On the tape, the man was moaning a little, and the sound of a zipper cut into the conversation.

Grissom rolled his eyes, a gesture so unlike him that Sara bit back another laugh. He took the cigarette from her and pulled a long drag off of it. "Because she's drawing it out to charge more. Means she's going over her price."

"Oh *really?*" Sara murmured, but on the tape, the man spoke again, his voice thick with lust. "Oh yeah, shimmy outta that thong and let's see that sweet little bush of yours--"

"God--" Grissom bit off in a low voice. "Like we need the play-by-play here..."

"Why? Getting you a little warm?" Sara commented, shooting a sidelong glance at his profile. Grissom with a cigarette in his mouth was unexpectedly hot, and the fact that he was *smoking* it added to the heat.

He growled at her, his stare at the tabletop. "How about you, Jones? Or is what I hear in the locker room true?"

"Depends on what you hear," Sara bluffed, feeling a blush on her face. On the tape, the woman purred out, "Oh yeah baby, come and get a GOOOOOOOD look. I bet you want to touch it, don't you?"

"That *you* haven't gotten laid since Reno left office, and anybody trying to get in your panties gets shot down," Grissom rumbled. "Most of them think you're a dyke."

Sara smirked, and reached for her blouse, undoing the first two buttons. Grissom turned to watch, puffing hard on the cigarette. His pupils were wide, and while he has striving for nonchalant, she could tell the tape had been getting to him.

"Kiss it, baby? Want to give it a little lick or two?" the woman cooed lewdly.

"What the hell are you *doing,* Jones?" Grissom demanded sharply.

Sara let her fingers slip inside her blouse, stroking her throat. "Getting comfortable. Sounds like it's going to be a while..."

Grissom drew hard on the cigarette, making the end glow. From the speakers, the unmistakable sounds of wet nuzzling and licking echoed out. Sara felt her nipples tighten with an almost painful quickness in response to the audio sex filling the room. The woman groaned with pleasure. "Oh yeah, baby, sooo fucking good, love my pussy pie----"

"Sounds like our boy's enjoying his box lunch," Sara managed with a straight face. She'd known the tape was graphic, but the degree of sound was amazing.

Grissom ground the cigarette out into the ashtray viciously. "Shit. It's not fucking fair that this asshole is getting his rocks off and we're stuck listening to his bang-fest."

"Hard yet?" Sara taunted him. Grissom arched an eyebrow at her, exhalling the last mouthful of smoke. He reached over and took her hand, pulling it to his crotch, pressing her palm against the thick ridge there. She gave an approving moan. "Oh yes you are--damn."

“Oh yeah,yeahhhhhhh baby, oh I’m gonna come----“ the woman hissed, her sultry voice arching up through the syllables. Sara didn’t think she was acting, and if she *was*, then the porn industry clearly needed an Academy Award for that crescendo.

Under her fingers, Grissom throbbed, and she deliberately stroked along the cloth-covered length to tease him further. “You *like* this,” she accused sweetly. “Listening to Ms. PVC yowling like some back alley cat.”

“And *you’re* the one who hasn’t let go of my crank,” Grissom replied pointedly. “If you’re going to play with it, have some fucking mercy and take it out.”

The crudeness of his words made Sara tingly, and she backed her fingers up under the table enough to touch the tab of his fly. On the tape came the creak of furniture, and the man’s voice, thick and pleased. “Juicy little baby, I’m not done with *you* yet. Come here—“

Sara tugged, but it was nearly impossible to do one-handed, and she shifted closer. Grissom gave a growl, and his hand slipped over hers again, making her tug on the tab again. Reluctantly the zipper growled, sliding down one tooth at a time, the sound sexy enough to make Sara squirm a little.

In order to work it, she had to lean closer to Grissom, and the scent of unfamiliar cologne along with the cigarette smoke made the game intense. She shifted against his shoulder, and he licked his lips.

“Nice cock—“ came the woman’s approval. “Let me taste it---“

Sara leaned over and nipped Grissom’s ear; he tensed, head arching back as she pulled his zipper down. “I think she’s got a good idea—don’t you?”

“Fuck yes. Get on your knees—“ Grissom ordered her thickly, pushing his chair back. Sara shifted, moving down between his open thighs, hands carefully freeing his impatient cock. She widened the gap of his fly and cupped his balls, lifting them out as well; the lewd sight of Grissom’s raw and naked sexuality displayed against his slacks made her groan a little herself.

So over the line, but God it turned her on. Carefully Sara rubbed her cheek against the heated suede of his cock, and carefully gripped it near the thick base. She let her lips glide along the shaft, feeling the velvety skin, the heat radiating from it.

Grissom was hung; no two ways about it.

Sara set about torturing him as pleasurably as she could, so she lightly mouthed the head, lapping it gently, circling her tongue around the smooth, fleshy bulb. Grissom reached down to stroke her hair, and Sara gave an approving little purr, encouraging him. Emboldened, he slipped his fingers through her curls, gripping more firmly.

“Ooooooh, baby *likes* kissing your dick, oh yeahhhhh—“

Sara let the head slide into her mouth and sucked, pulling back to let the sensual caress stroke upward. Grissom groaned aloud, deep and rough and his fingers tightened in her hair. “Jesus!”

Slowly she sucked, stroking in leisurely bobs of her head, never rushing, taking him in deeply and each thrust slicker than the one before. Grissom was breathing heavily after a few minutes, and the amplified sound of slurping and groaning played over the loudspeakers.

“Gonna come, pretty pussy, if you keep sucking like that,” came the warning from the tape. “So fucking fine, but I want it *in* you, bitchbaby!”

Sara paused and let his prick slip out of her warm mouth with an audible suckle. Grissom nodded. He rose, yanking her up swiftly from under the table and spun her around, pushing her to the table. Sara gasped, and her arms knocked one of the speakers to the carpet. Grissom pulled her skirt up and she gripped the table, waiting for it...

“JesusfuckingChrist...“ he breathed in awe. Sara looked over her shoulder, waggling her bare ass at him, pleased to see that her red satin garter belt, black stockings and heels had him mesmerized for the moment.

“Want me to spread my legs for you, big boy?” the woman slurred out breathily, and Sara flexed her hips invitingly. Grissom slid a hand under one strap of the belt, moaning hard. He let himself drop to his knees and lightly pushed Sara higher onto the table; at the first touch of his probing tongue between her thighs she squirmed, so on edge and so wet that she was dizzy.

God. Ohhh God, so close, only a few licks more....

“Oh Fuuuuuckkkkkkk-----“ groaned the man in a rapturous grunt of pleasure, complete with creaking bed and smacking flesh. Sara arched on her high heels, rocking back against Grissom’s face, feeling his fingers parting the petals of her sex, his tongue lapping sweetly at the little bud there.

Soaring, ooohhhyesssss, sweet and weightlesssyeahhhhhhhh

She slumped against the table, barely able to catch her breath when she sensed Grissom rising up behind her, felt the hot probe of his cock against the inside of her thigh---

He pushed in, hard, sliding into her in one deep and squelching thrust that made her yowl with pleasure. Sara gripped the table and Grissom stroked into her again, deliberately, arrogantly pinning her against the edge of the table. “Oh yeah, yeah, fuckingChristyeeahhhhh—“

Sara felt Grissom’s thighs smacking against her ass, his hands gripping the garter belt straps, She clenched, and the ripple of her muscles made him growl again as he came, throbbing inside her in hot pulses, slow, deep and God, satisfying-----

Grissom slumped over her back, panting, his hands braced on either side of her shoulders, his mouth against her ear, kissing her there and making her squirm a little. “Damnnn----“ he groaned happily.

“Nice fuck, loverboy---wanna get a pizza?” came the woman’s voice, and both Sara and Grissom laughed out loud.

*****
*****

What Grissom loved the most about their naughty little fantasy escapades was that their regular sex life never lagged. It was still just as amazing to have a hot quickie in the shower as it was to don costumes and roleplay.

But there was something special about the jar. It required a certain level of commitment and a whole lot of trust in each other, but in return, it gave them the opportunity to step out of their own lives for awhile, and become a different couple, in a different time and place.

Nothing was forbidden. Nothing was over-the-top, silly, or strange. Any whim or fancy could go into the jar without trepidation or worry. Their fantasies were safe with each other.

So Grissom hadn't hesitated to add one of his longest-standing to the pile. When Sara picked it out, she looked up at him with a wry smile. "What would Roy Rogers say?"

He returned the grin. "Giddy-up?"

*****

It was their costliest scenario to date, but worth every penny as far as Grissom was concerned. He'd been meaning to whisk Sara off on romantic weekend for a long time, anyway. She deserved a couple of weeks in the Caribbean or an extended cruise of the Greek Isles, but two nights in a rustic cabin up-state would have to do for the time being.

"Will we need costumes?" Sara had asked as they packed.

"Don't worry about it," he'd replied with a kiss to her forehead. "I've got you covered."

On Thursday morning, they dropped Hank off at the sitter's, and headed for Tonopah, Nevada. After two weeks of careful planning, Grissom's goal had been to arrive just before sundown. But he hadn't counted on a flat tire halfway through the trip.

They rolled up to their cabin eight hours late...tired, smelly and definitely not feeling sexy. By unspoken agreement, they had dinner in town and crashed for the night.

The next day, they played tourist. The scenery was breathtaking and the nearby ghost town of Warm Springs intrigued Sara.

"Did you know that the hot springs are still functional?" she mentioned over lunch.

Grissom just smiled. "I know."

"And that some of them are private, and you can rent them out?"

"I know."

Sara lifted her eyebrow. "If you know so much...maybe you can tell me why I can't seem to find my costume, even after a thorough search of our luggage."

Grissom bit into his chicken sandwich and said nothing.

It wasn't until late into the afternoon that he revealed the entire plan to her. When he was done outlining the evening, Sara had just one question.

"Do you lie in bed at night, thinking these up?"

"Honestly...I do now."

*****

The place he'd chosen was the most remote spring in the area. Set back into the mountains, it was little more than a naturally formed hot tub, perfectly hidden away from the world by thick foliage. As he approached, Grissom could hear the gentle lap of water against rock.

He also heard the faint sound of a female voice humming.

Sweat suddenly beaded his forehead, and it wasn't entirely from the heat of the dying sun. Grissom tipped his hat up to wipe the moisture away with the bandana from his pocket. Beyond the trees, Sara was waiting for him, clad in nothing but hot, bubbling spring water.

It was enough to make him want to rip off his chaps right there.

Hooking his thumbs into the holster around his hips, Grissom sauntered towards the spring. On the other side of the trees, Sara was already in the steamy water. Her hair was gathered in a dark, loose knot on the top of her head, leaving the long length of her back bared to him. He could just make out the side curve of her breast as she ran a sponge up her graceful arm, and it made his pants strain.

Grissom cleared his throat. "Feel like some company, ma'am?"

With a horrified shriek, Sara wrapped her arms around her torso and turned her head just enough to see him. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to notice that there's room for two in that spring." Her mouth dropped as he began to unbuckle his holster. "Now don't play the shocked little lady with me. Any woman who's out here all alone, naked as the day she were born is only looking for one thing."

"I beg your pardon!"

Throwing the holster aside, Grissom started on his shirt buttons. "Begging is fine with me."

"Who are you?" Sara demanded. "I need your name for when I report you to the Sheriff."

"Look, missy." Grissom stripped off his shirt, sat down on a rock and started tugging off his boots. "I ain't never forced myself on anyone. I just want a bath. I always stop here when I pass through. I didn't know anyone else knew about this place."

Still looking over her shoulder at him, Sara sniffed delicately. "I only just discovered it myself." She scowled. "I hope you don't believe I have any intention of letting you join me."

"You know...I recognize you now." Grissom set his boots aside and leaned forward. "You're the new schoolteacher in town. Fresh off the train from back East." She hugged her arms tighter around herself. "What brings a pretty young thing like you out here to the middle of nowhere?"

"You ask a lot of questions for such a short, unfortunate acquaintance." Sara held her head high. "Now, if you could find it within yourself to be a gentleman, please leave so I can get out of the water."

He grinned. "But I like you in the water."

"I should have known that asking you to be chivalrous would be a waste of breath." She shot him a glare. "Would you at least turn around?"

"How about this? If I get in with you, I swear by everything I own, I will not lay an uninvited hand on you." He laughed at her doubtful expression. "I'm a man of my word, if nothing else."

Sara's face softened. "If anyone should see us, I would lose my reputation and my position."

"You think too much." Grissom stood up and began untying his chaps. "You're not back East anymore."

As he finished undressing, he caught her sneaking an occasional glance at him from over her shoulder. He made sure to give her a good view of his backside...she'd always been a fan of it for reasons that were still beyond him.

When he was stripped down to nothing but his cowboy hat, he lowered himself into the hot water with a hiss of pleasure. "There's only one thing in the world that feels better than this," he sighed. She still had her back to him, still trying to hide as much of her bare body as she could. "You can turn around, darlin'. Get more in the water and I won't see a thing."

Sara hesitated before slipping down until her shoulders were submerged. She turned around slowly, never lowering her arms from around her breasts. "You still haven't told me your name."

"Well, I don't fancy having the Sheriff come after me."

Her lips pursed in a prude, but ultimately sexy smirk. "Just your first name, then."

Grissom reached up to tip his hat as he winked at her. "Willie. At your service."

To her credit, Sara didn't start laughing, but she did look away for a long moment. When she finally looked back, she'd successfully regained her composure. "I'm Sara."

He nodded, his eyes raking all over her. "It suits you." They were only a few feet apart, but he took it upon himself to close some of the distance between them. "I'm gonna guess...you've never been with a man before. Have you, Sara?"

"That's...that's an extremely personal question." She turned up her nose at him. "One I'm not inclined to answer, thank you very much."

"I figured." Grissom inched closer to her. "Old maid doesn't suit you. Someone should have put you in his bed a long time ago."

Her eyes flared with indignation. "You really are the most uncouth man alive!"

He nodded. "I don't hold a lot of stock in playing nice. The way I see it...when you want something in life, you go after it."

"Am I to take that to mean that you want me?"

The line was an innocent invitation, and he gladly accepted it. "Would you like to feel just how much I do?"

Grissom loved that even though her mouth dropped in shock, there was a spark of desire in her eyes. "Of course not!" she protested.

"Oh...I think you would." He was right up next to her now, and he could almost feel her trembling with anticipation that could easily pass for virginal nervousness. "I think...deep down...you came out here because you wanted someone to find you." With one finger, he traced the line of her collarbone. "You spend all day bound up in your skirts and your corsets, never letting anyone see you..." Grissom brought his lips to her ear. "Or desire you."

Unconsciously, her arms relaxed enough so that when he looked down, he could see her breasts through the simmering water. His cock was so hard it hurt.

"You're too close," she murmured. "I'm not...comfortable."

"You want me this close." He nudged his nose into the warm nape of her neck. "You let me get in here with you. You could have run away." Grissom kissed her steam-moistened skin, delighting at the gasp of pleasure she let out. "You didn't."

"Please," she whispered. "Don't..."

Under the water, his fingers found her tightly joined knees. "Relax, darlin'." Her legs parted slightly, enough for him to slip his hand up her inner thigh. "There you go. You like that?"

Sara started to shake her head, but ended up nodding. "I shouldn't let you do this."

"Stop me."

Their eyes met for a brief moment. "I don't think I can," she finally admitted, lowering her gaze. When she looked back up, they locked stares again. "You'll need to show me."

Grissom's hand reached its goal. "Oh...I'll show you." At his urging, she spread her legs further apart, allowing him to explore her fully. "Now you're opening up to me." He dipped the tip of his finger between her folds. Her head fell back on her shoulders as she gasped. "Jesus, you're gonna feel like heaven, sweetheart," he groaned.

She let out another gasp when he took hold of her slender waist and lifted her up onto a higher rock, leaving her almost completely exposed. The sudden loss of the water's warmth made her nipples stiffen into hard peaks. He attacked them with his lips, sucking and nibbling, back and forth between the two until she was moaning to the dark orange sky.

"What are you doing to me?" Sara whispered when he lifted his head.

Instead of answering, he kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue hard enough to knock his cowboy hat off. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him between her open thighs. His throbbing erection dug into her soft belly. "Feel that?" he said between plunging kisses. He pressed further into her. "That's how much I want you."

Sara reached down and tentatively touched him. "I've never...never felt this way." Her fingers wrapped around his length, and he knew he had to stop her before it was all over too soon.

Reluctantly, Grissom pushed away. "Stand up, darlin'."

She did what he asked, although her knees wobbled a bit. Her body was perfect, wet and sleek. The apex of her thighs was covered in neat triangle of dark curls. He licked his lips. "Hold on to me." When she had a steady balance, Grissom lifted her leg and hung it over his shoulder, burying his face in the delicious center of her body.

He always loved the way Sara tasted, but right then he was ravenous for her sweetness. As he devoured her, he could hear her calling his name, not the ridiculous one he'd made up, but his real name. She twisted her fingers into his hair, combing his scalp with her nails.

When her whole body began to shake, he caught the plump bud of her pleasure between his teeth, delicately working it until she screamed and exploded. She was unable to hold herself up as her orgasm washed over her; Grissom grabbed her up in his arms and brought her down into the water, holding her against his chest until she stopped trembling.

"Oh my god," she whimpered. "For a second...I couldn't breathe."

He stroked her back. "Shh, darlin'." Chuckling, he added, "That was almost as much fun for you as it was for me."

Sara lifted her head from his shoulder. "There's more, isn't there?"

"There is indeed." Grissom kissed her, making her moan around his lips. "You sure you're ready for it?"

His hat was floating on the water; she reached out and grabbed it, placing it back on his head. "What do you cowboys say? Giddy-up?"

She was hot, slick and more than ready for him, but he took his time pulling her down onto his cock, as if she really was a virginal school marm. The low moans she made in the back of her throat, the way she tightened herself around him...it was all he could do keep from pounding her into oblivion.

"I was right," he muttered between his teeth. "Heaven."

"Oh my god." Sara's hand drifted down to her belly. "You're so deep..."

"Do you want more?" Without waiting for her answer, he lifted her off his lap and laid her back against a flat, smooth rock. Standing, he planted a hand on either side of her head and thrust back into her. In this position, he controlled their coupling, and he took full advantage of his upper-hand.

She was tight and hot and wet and so damn willing. He wanted it to last forever, but all it took was a few minutes of her writhing beneath him, crying his name, grabbing his arms, rubbing her thighs up and down his sides...and he was lost.

"Fuck, Sara!" He shouted to the stars who had come out to watch. She wrapped her legs around his back as he came inside her, like she had no intention of letting him go even after he was completely drained. His last few thrusts were weak and he came to a stop, hung over her, his hat dangerously close to slipping off as he tried to catch his breath.

"Sara," he murmured into her damp neck. "You make this lonely cowboy want to settle down." She pressed soft kisses all over his face. In the distance, a coyote howled. "God, I love you, honey."

"I love you, too." Sara sniffed softly. "More than you could ever know."

After eating the picnic supper Sara had brought along, they made love in the hot spring one more time, not as the cowboy and the school teacher, but as themselves.

And it was even better the second time around.

*****

To Be Continued