Author's Note: I was inspired to write this after reading my ABC's fic, Afternoon Delight… Big ups to my ABC for all the help! You TOTALLY rock my socks! BTW… her fic opened up the GTTP-verse and shot out what will possibly be THREE sexy Jarly stories set BEFORE the final two epilogues… if Barb decides to come across with the goods! And here I thought my songfic series was done! But NO, Elvis had to go and get Barb going again! _sigh_ Oh, well! Hope everybody likes what I came up with!

Please be advised this story is not for minors or those uncomfortable with strong language and sexual scenarios. Please be advised before reading.

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Motivation

He had been gone for THREE excruciatingly long weeks. If not for the very real if failed attempts on Sonny, Johnny, and their respective organizations, Carly would suspect Sonny's hand in Jason's absence. She would have been especially suspicious since he had taken to his usual seduction tactics, but she recognized that it was just typical Sonny trying to take advantage of a perceived weakness. At first, it had been fun to play along only to then shut him down with extreme prejudice each and every time. However, as Jason's absence stretched on and her temper continued to shorten, she'd finally gotten sick of him flashing those damn dimples and just called him on it and made it clear that he had as much chance of getting between her and Jason as the Wicked Witch of West had of surviving a rainstorm without protective gear. He'd tried to deny it, but when it became clear she wasn't buying his garbage, he claimed he was trying to protect Jason by testing her loyalty. The bruise she'd given him for that line of bull had taken three days to fade and earned her a visit from her elder son that she'd had to shut down quickly when he tried to reprimand her. Both Michael and Sonny eventually got back to behaving, but she didn't completely trust it from Sonny. Between that aggravation, running her business, raising Morgan & Joss and being away from Jason for so long after they'd FINALLY found their way back to each other, Carly had decided SOMETHING had to be done as SOON as he hit town.

And so her plan was born—much to Shawn's chagrin as he was the only one she'd trusted with details. She knew if Sonny found out he'd find some way to ruin it because he was having trouble realizing that his Latin charm and those dimples wasn't as irresistible as her fierce blue-eyed boy's many attributes. He simply wanted to prove his power and ownership over her, and it was a practice doomed to failure because she belonged to Jason Morgan lock, stock, and loaded gun barrel. As she peeked at the clock, she remembered the exhaustion clear in his voice as she'd begged him to meet her at Jake's only 10 minutes ago. She'd timed it carefully for just after he'd have been exiting the shower. He'd done his best to put her off, clearly hoping to deal with 'whatever drama she was in' until he'd gotten some sleep. But as usual, she'd been adamant and he'd been appropriately accepting. So she would get her way as she'd known he would and her plan was moving full steam ahead. Now she was left with the REALLY hard part: waiting.

Go, go, go, go.
Oh, lover.
Don't you dare slow down.
Go longer.
You can last more rounds.

Jason sighed at still feeling the exhaustion that had sunk into every inch of his aching body. He had pushed himself hard to track down their enemy and eliminate the threat while sending a clear message despite Sonny's wishes to be less immediate and direct with their response. Now that he was on his way back to having everything he'd lost and thrown away, he wasn't gonna let anyone or anything endanger it. His family was his world and he was going to give Carly a safer life with him than she'd had with Sonny so she never regretted giving him this chance.

Thinking of Carly at the moment was bittersweet. He'd of course wanted to see her and spend time with her, but he'd thought he could get a shower and at least a nap before seeing her and spending the night at her house in her arms, but she'd had other ideas. He'd barely made it out of the shower before getting a calling demanding he meet her at Jake's. He thanked God he'd at least gotten that hot shower before duty and love came calling again because it had helped wash away some of the weariness that had been dogging him this last week as he handled the business. He would settle for the lift he got whenever he was with Carly, even when she drove him crazy. God, how he'd missed that woman—his woman, finally in every way as she had always been meant to be. Maybe it was for the best because then he could take her home and go ahead and crash there.

He pulled up on his motorcycle with a nod to the guards as he noted her limo with a frown. Carly never used the limo anymore unless she'd been drinking or planning to, or she was too upset or distracted to drive. Worry began to filter through his exhaustion as neither boded well for the cause of her phone call demanding his presence. Slipping off his bike, he noted for the first time that Max and Milo's gazes were averted and they were intentionally trying to avoid making eye contact with him. That and the stammered greetings from them only stood to ratchet his concern higher, his frown deepening.

What could be so bad that Shawn couldn't handle it and it left the Giambettis a stammering mess? Concerned, he hurried into the bar. It was dark and looked completely empty except for a light shining over the pool table. Milk played hauntingly into the otherwise silent bar. "Carly?" he called out, the confusion and worry clear in his voice.

Always an expert in making an entrance, Carly suddenly appeared from the back stairwell in one of his old beat-up leather bomber jackets, a pair of ice pick high heels that consisted of chains & spikes, and the haunting scent she preferred mixed with her own unique scent of arousal. Slowly and seductively, she sauntered toward him, locking eyes. Jason's mind raced from confusion to annoyance to understanding before a last settling on simple arousal. As Carly came toward him, she began unzipping the jacket.

"My name is Caroline Leigh Benson Spencer, but most call me Carly," she purred. "And I am desperately addicted to one, Jason Morgan. I sleep in his t-shirts and boxers and cuddle his leather jackets just to feel close to him and smell his scent." She suited her actions to her words by bringing the leather to her nose and breathing deep. "I say his name countless times a day, but especially when I'm alone and pretending it's his hands caressing my skin instead of my own." Once again she demonstrated by trailing her fingers from her throat down her chest to the still half-zipped jacket. "My name is Carly and I'm addicted to Jason Morgan. It's been 3 LONG weeks since my last taste of him and I've fallen deep into withdrawals."

Push harder.
You're almost there now.
So go, lover.
Make mama proud.

She'd watched his rushed arrival from the shadows, with concern and fatigue riding him hard. and seeing him like that made her begin reconsidering her plan, but in the end, she was too stubborn to throw all of her hard work away. Once she'd seen arousal overwhelm his exhaustion when she made herself known she knew she'd made the right decision. She could feel sensation as tactile as any touch when his eyes began devouring her with that look of ravenous need. She watched his muscles relax and the retighten with a new type of tension. She loved when he got like this—when he became this primitive version of Jason. She could see that he was frozen in hunter mode and beyond speech when his eyes moved from simply watchful to the active tracking of the predator stalking its prey, awaiting its moment to strike.

When she reached the bar a few feet away from him, she removed his jacket and tossed it there, standing unashamedly nude. "That one is losing your scent," she teased closing the distance between them. "So I'm going to need something better to satisfy my need. Are you gonna give it to me?" Carly paused and surprised him by gripping the lapels of the jacket he wore and dragging him closer. "Or am I gonna have to take it?"

She could practically hear his control snap as he pounced with lightning speed. One second she was in control seducing and taunting him mercilessly and the next, her back was against the wall and her mouth was being ravaged. Her mind began to blur, but she sensed him pulling off his jacket and ripped open his t-shirt in her desperation to feel his skin against hers. Her groan harmonized perfectly with his growl of appreciation as her tender breasts crushed against bare chest. They had made love many times since reuniting and it had been beautiful and wonderful and satisfying every time, but this time would be different… like getting back to their roots. Primal, raw, no-holds-barred fucking. This would be all heat and mating with no kindness and sweet words and Carly knew she couldn't wait to burn in the flames of ecstasy.

And when we're done,
I don't wanna feel my legs.
And when we're done,
I just wanna feel your hands all over me, baby.

Jason's mouth raced across Carly's skin with an abandon he could only ever have with this woman. His desperation to tasted and take growing with each newly reconquered inch. Free of encumbrance, his hand reached down to grip her hip and squeeze at the feel of her scoring his back with her nails in need to have more of him and release some of the pent of frustration. Feeling the leg at his hip convulsing slightly at such a simple touch from him only drove him deeper into the madness.

He found himself biting along her collarbone which produced a broken moan from her throat. Unable to even consider foreplay with his driving need to be inside his woman pounding at him he grabbed her hips viciously and lifted her against the wall. Her legs responded by wrapping around his waist immediately. He jammed two fingers of his left hand inside that sopping heat while his left hand fought to free his dick. He felt her ever-tightening walls stretch for him as he drove her recklessly towards her first peak. While she grew more mindless, he snarled all of the nasty, raunchy things he couldn't wait to do to her now that she had her to himself and how she was gonna take everything he gave her and not only would she love it she'd beg for more. Within moments, she shot over the edge into a quivering mess of fevered begging and sex-drugged whimpering.

Biting down a little roughly on her earlobe, he flicked his tongue over it to distract her from his fingers slipping free. Before she could take another breath, his dick was driving into her convulsing core as deep as he could go, setting off new shockwaves of pleasure in Carly.

"GOD, your pussy is a fucking miracle," he hissed in a combination of ecstasy and frustration. "So goddamned tight. Fuck."

He had no clue how she did it, but it was always like fucking her for the first time. It seemed every time he missed fucking her for even a day, she was tighter than the last time. His first thrust barely made it to the halfway point. "Please," she begged raggedly.

But you can't stop there.
Music's still playing in the background.
You're almost there.
You can do it; I believe in you, baby.
So close from here…

Baby, I'ma be your motivation.
Go, go, go, go.
Motivation
Go, go, go, go.

Baby, I'ma be your motivation.
Oh, lover
when you call my name.
No other
can do that the same
I won't let ya get up out the game, no.
So go, lover.
Gon' and make me rain.

"Don't worry, baby," he hissed. "You're gonna take every inch of this dick."

"Jase," Carly choked out convulsively as Jason forced the rest of way into her tight, dripping pussy.

Any semblance of control or sanity he'd though he possessed melted away under the sensations created by her pussy's viselike grip on his dick. He began hammering her needy body savagely as his mouth blazed across her skin desperate to feed on her taste. She clawed his back and shoulders helpless in the face of the incredible feelings. But that helplessness quickly became a fiery demand until it finally eclipsed rough fucking and they both exploded, her core milking him endlessly.

Using the last of his strength, he carried them to the bar and sat with Carly still impaled in his lap. "Definitely the best welcome home of my life," he mumbled tiredly into her breasts.

Carly chuckled between gasps for air, "And to think. You wanted stay at the penthouse all alone and take nap, but I know just how you can thank me for ignoring your plans in favor of mine."

"Oh yeah?" he groaned thrusting unconsciously to the rhythm of contraction and release she'd started.

"Oh, yeah," she purred. Then she lifted herself onto the bar, planting the thin metal heels of her stilettos on his thighs. "You may not be big on words, but I know that talented tongue of yours can come up with some way to say thank you." She let her thighs fall wide open. "Bon appetite."

And when we're done,
I don't wanna feel my legs.
And when we're done,
I just wanna feel your hands all over me, baby.

But you can't stop there.
music's still playing in the background.
you're almost there.
you can do it; I believe in you, baby.
So close from here…

Baby, I'ma be your motivation.
~Motivation, Kelly Rowland

By the end of the night, Carly had thoroughly put Jason through his paces and made him come more times than he'd thought possible. He hadn't thought she could surprise him anymore, but she always managed. It started with the bottle of beer she'd produced & proceeded to pour down her body because she said she thought he looked thirst feasting on her clit. After he'd lapped up every drop, she'd slipped onto his lap and rode them both to glory.

After that, when they had disengaged and he'd moved over to a nearby table because he didn't think he could get hard again so soon, she'd handed him one of the beers she'd grabbed, taken a swig from the other, dropped to her knees in the dirty bar and proved him dead wrong until he came down her throat. When he miraculously remained hard, she rode him again this time with her back to him. She was merciless as she turned to smirk at him as she sent them both over the top once more before allowing him a break. As he watched, the energized Carly decided to play a game of pool while he rested, but the sight of her bending over the table taking shots unmindful of their nudity; he found himself motivated and growing hard yet again.

After bending her over the pool table mid shot and fucking her hard and fast one more time, they climbed the stairs to their room—or rather he climbed the stairs with Carly on his back as she complained of numbness in her legs. Even then, it wasn't over until early the next afternoon when something proved to be a greater motivation than each other: food

THE END