Rubber Duckie (Jack/Liz, shower)
Title: Rubber Duckie
For: Porn Battle VIII
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, shower
and
Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Genre: het
Table: C
Prompt: #4, Writer's Choice
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2050
Summary: Why can't Liz be sexy and practical at the same time?
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue
This one’s for you,
michellek !! I hope you like it. It’s pretty smutty!
(Inspired by your piece Slippery When Wet, Nervous When Slippery.)
****
Liz watched too much Oprah. It was making her do crazy things.
Well, really it was that damn Dr. Laura. Always yapping on Oprah's show about taking risks in the bedroom, trusting your partner, making yourself vulnerable in order to have real intimacy.
Yeah, it was definitely Dr. Laura’s fault she was doing this. Something so scary and out of her comfort zone. Not just in a sexual sense, but a practical sense. And if it doesn’t work, if someone still gets hurt, she’ll be sending a sternly worded “you can eat my poo” letter to one Dr. Laura Berman c/o The Oprah Winfrey Show.
“Stupid best life,” Liz mumbles to herself. “This better flippin’ work.”
She really doesn’t have any doubts it will be enjoyable. Jack said she’d love it. And he was always right when it came to sex. Everything Jack ever suggested and she initially resisted, she thoroughly enjoyed once she finally tried it. Oral sex (both giving and receiving), office sex, outdoor sex, (slightly) dirty talk, rear entry positions, standing positions - you name it. She’d freak out and immediately say no. He’d keep insisting she’d enjoy it. Eventually she’d agree to try it.
And she did enjoy it. Every time.
Jack was right. Every time.
They’d spiced up her previously dull (and virtually nonexistent) sex life, done so many arousing and erotic things, except -
“Lemon?”
****
Jack finds Liz kneeling on the floor in front of the shower, her curvaceous behind in tiny white cotton panties almost waving good morning to him as he enters the bedroom.
She jumps, startled by his voice.
“Oh, Jack. I thought you were still sleeping.”
He’s barely awake and more than slightly confused. Yawning, he crosses over to the toilet, listening to nature calling. He points to the toilet, lifts up the seat. “This okay?”
She nods, heads over to the sink to brush her teeth while he finishes.
He washes his hands, grabs his own tooth brush. “So what were you doing, Lemon?”
She grins, her mouth full of toothpaste. “Just a little surprise.”
Jack mirrors her smile, quickly brushes and rinses, anxious to see what she’s up to. He steps over to the shower and opens the door. He laughs raucously. “Lemon, why are there little yellow ducks all over my shower?”
Liz comes closer, then closer still until she’s pressing her body into his side. Her fingers circle around the waistband of his silk pajama pants. “They’re slip resistant pads. So you don’t fall in the shower.”
He’s initially suspicious. “Is this some crack about my age?”
She chuckles and shakes her head. One hand tugs lightly on the tie of his pants until she loosens it all the way open. “Remember a couple months ago...when you wanted to have sex in the shower?”
He wraps his arm around her. “Of course.”
She kisses his shoulder, glides her hand over his bare stomach. “Well, I saw these yesterday when I was shopping and thought of you. Now we can, you know, fool around in there and I won’t have to worry about you slipping.”
His eyebrow quirks up just as his lips curl into a sexy smile. “Really? Well, isn’t that a fun, little surprise.”
“You don’t mind yellow ducks in your pristine bathroom, do you? They’re juvenile, I know. But cute, right?”
He smile widens further, and he can feel the blood starting to rush between his legs. “You’re cute, Lemon.”
He effortlessly picks her up and carries her over to the marble countertop. She parts her legs around his waist. He kisses her fully on the mouth once, twice, then a third time. She pulls back to throw her t-shirt up and over her head. He says her name in an awed whisper, loving it when she pushes the action forward all on her own. He cups her breasts, tenderly kneads the luscious flesh in his hands. She moans quietly while he licks and sucks on her nipples.
Later she lowers her hands to push down his pajama bottoms, and asks, “Can you turn on the water? Let it get really hot.”
He falls to his knees and pushes her legs further apart. “All in due time, Lemon.”
Liz scoots her butt up off the countertop so he can remove her panties. She rests back against the mirror and lets him spread her sex wide open. He admires her heavenly pink core in front of him before covering it with his mouth. His tongue goes right for her engorged clit, causing her frame to stiffen rigidly. He releases the sensitive tissue, letting her body relax before he begins licking her in long, full strokes. He takes his time, in no hurry to make her come right away. It’s much too early in the morning to rush anything.
She holds onto the back of his head and slowly grinds against his face. The flow of her arousal picks up quickly, spreading over his fingers and mouth. Encouraged by her low sultry moans, he increases the pressure and movement of his tongue little by little. He casts a quick glance upward to see Liz’s breasts hovering above, her nipples hard as stone. Further up, her head rolls from side to side against the mirror; her eyes are shut tightly, her lips parted to breath easier. The look of arousal on her face, combined with the sounds she’s exuding, enlarge his erection rapidly.
Two fingers slip inside her warm, wet center. Her muscles immediately clench around them in response. His tongue returns to her clit and flicks against the tiny bundle of nerves. He keeps both his tongue and fingers moving at a brisk pace until she starts to shudder. Her body bends and buckles as her pleasure builds. He’s forced to remove his slick digits and clamp both hands down on her hips just to keep her sex flush against him.
“Oh, God. Jaaaack,” she moans. “Oooooooooooooooh.”
He closes his lips around her clit and sucks gently on it, sending her over the edge. She gasps several times and then is silent, not able to breathe for several seconds as her orgasm rips through her. He pulls back slightly, just enough to watch the results of his handiwork. Liz pants roughly, desperately trying to get her breath back. She makes no attempt to remove her hands from the back of his head. He takes the opportunity to lap up every last bit of her trickling arousal.
When she finally does let go, he stands up, wipes his face against his arm and pulls her limb body against his chest. He kisses lightly around her mouth, her quickened breath hitting his face. “Time to get wet, Lemon.”
He steps over to the shower to turn on the water. Picking her up and pressing her against the wall, he kisses her several more times, until the steam is sufficiently rising and they both get in.
****
She’s not sure if and when the true objective of showering will be fulfilled, so she just follows his lead. He turns her around, kisses down her neck, sucking the water off her skin as he goes. She can feel his erection pressing against her leg. She reaches back to take it in her hand, to run her fingertips up, down and around it. Jack groans softly against her cheek.
“Can I put your hands up on the wall?” he asks.
She moves them on her own, then looks down for the cheerful yellow ducks to plant her feet on. Jack laughs and follows suit, widening his stance around her legs. She arches her back, rubbing her sex against his stiffness. She exhales fully, anxious and more than ready. “Please, Jack. I need you to fuck me.”
He turns her head to the side to kiss her. At the same time, he grabs the base of his cock, sliding his erection back and forth between her legs a few times before finally easing inside her. They moan together when he pushes deeper.
As the hot water beats down against her already flushed skin, Jack holds firmly onto her waist and slowly rocks his hips. The angle of their configuration allows him to penetrate more deeply than she’s used to, his extremely thick cock testing the elasticity of her muscles. It’s almost painful, but in the best possible way.
She can hear his low, raspy groans over the sound of the water and it’s extremely arousing. She can’t see his face, but knows his eyes are likely fixated on her ass. He loves to watch while he fucks her. To see and feel his cock at the same time as he strokes back and forth inside her.
A few minutes later, she puts her hand high on his leg. He knows that’s his cue to stop and he starts to pull out. She snaps her head around to stop him, but it’s too late.
“No, don’t stop, Jack.”
“Don’t stop?” he pants.
She bends further forward, trying desperately to reunite the tip of his cock with her entrance. She whimpers softly, pleading with him. “Don’t stop, Jack. Put it back in. Please.”
Taken aback by her fervency, he groans out her name roughly when he sinks back inside her. She again puts her hand high on his leg, wanting every inch of him inside her, but his body to stay still. She moves her hips, sliding back and forth on his cock several times before pushing back against him as hard as she can. “Oh, God,” she gasps from the powerful sensations.
Jack quickly wraps one hand around her, moves his fingers right where she wants them. Her muscles start to spasm around him from top to bottom while he rubs her clit. Her entire body clenches, she throws her head back and screams.
****
Somehow he manages not to come during her second, unbelievably intense climax. Instead, he gives her a moment to recover before turning her around to face him. He cups her face with both hands and kisses her like he hasn’t seen her in months. Then forewarns, “I’m going to pick you up. Wrap your legs around me, okay?”
She obliges, circles her arms around his neck and braces herself for the impact of her back hitting the shower wall and his cock pushing back inside her.
He steadies his feet on the yellow ducks, just like she’d want him to, before launching into a swift rhythm. His fingers dig into the flesh under her thighs. He moves faster and faster, knowing his climax is close at hand. Liz runs her fingers through his soaked locks, jet black and curly when wet. She gently bites on his ear lobe and moans, “God that feels so good, Jack.”
He adores it when she talks to him during sex. “I knew you’d enjoy being intimate in the shower, Lemon.”
Her voice softens and deepens in his ear. “I love it when you fuck me, Jack. No matter where we are.”
Her arousing remark pushes him to the brink. He propels his hips at a blisteringly pace until he roars against her skin and comes deep inside her. Awkwardly thrusting a few more times, he groans as loud as ever, over and over again until he’s completely spent.
****
Jack carefully sets her back down on the wet surface. He rests his forehead against hers for a few more moments until his breathing slows.
She grabs one of Jack’s many fancy shampoo bottles, lightly lathers up her hair. He watches her, his eyes roving over her wet breasts. There’s a slight, boyish smile on his face. She runs her soapy hands up his thick chest hair, smiling back at him.
“That was really great, Jack.”
He slowly lowers his head, brings his lips right next to hers and smirks. “Like I said before, I knew you’d like it, Lemon.”
She pokes his chest. “Only when it comes to sex, do I readily agree that...you’re always right, Jack.”
For once, she likes the cocky smile on his face. But doesn’t mind when he quickly erases it, parting his lips over hers and kissing her one more time as the water cascades down.
END
For: Porn Battle VIII
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, shower
and
Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Genre: het
Table: C
Prompt: #4, Writer's Choice
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2050
Summary: Why can't Liz be sexy and practical at the same time?
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue
This one’s for you,
michellek !! I hope you like it. It’s pretty smutty!
(Inspired by your piece Slippery When Wet, Nervous When Slippery.)
****
Liz watched too much Oprah. It was making her do crazy things.
Well, really it was that damn Dr. Laura. Always yapping on Oprah's show about taking risks in the bedroom, trusting your partner, making yourself vulnerable in order to have real intimacy.
Yeah, it was definitely Dr. Laura’s fault she was doing this. Something so scary and out of her comfort zone. Not just in a sexual sense, but a practical sense. And if it doesn’t work, if someone still gets hurt, she’ll be sending a sternly worded “you can eat my poo” letter to one Dr. Laura Berman c/o The Oprah Winfrey Show.
“Stupid best life,” Liz mumbles to herself. “This better flippin’ work.”
She really doesn’t have any doubts it will be enjoyable. Jack said she’d love it. And he was always right when it came to sex. Everything Jack ever suggested and she initially resisted, she thoroughly enjoyed once she finally tried it. Oral sex (both giving and receiving), office sex, outdoor sex, (slightly) dirty talk, rear entry positions, standing positions - you name it. She’d freak out and immediately say no. He’d keep insisting she’d enjoy it. Eventually she’d agree to try it.
And she did enjoy it. Every time.
Jack was right. Every time.
They’d spiced up her previously dull (and virtually nonexistent) sex life, done so many arousing and erotic things, except -
“Lemon?”
****
Jack finds Liz kneeling on the floor in front of the shower, her curvaceous behind in tiny white cotton panties almost waving good morning to him as he enters the bedroom.
She jumps, startled by his voice.
“Oh, Jack. I thought you were still sleeping.”
He’s barely awake and more than slightly confused. Yawning, he crosses over to the toilet, listening to nature calling. He points to the toilet, lifts up the seat. “This okay?”
She nods, heads over to the sink to brush her teeth while he finishes.
He washes his hands, grabs his own tooth brush. “So what were you doing, Lemon?”
She grins, her mouth full of toothpaste. “Just a little surprise.”
Jack mirrors her smile, quickly brushes and rinses, anxious to see what she’s up to. He steps over to the shower and opens the door. He laughs raucously. “Lemon, why are there little yellow ducks all over my shower?”
Liz comes closer, then closer still until she’s pressing her body into his side. Her fingers circle around the waistband of his silk pajama pants. “They’re slip resistant pads. So you don’t fall in the shower.”
He’s initially suspicious. “Is this some crack about my age?”
She chuckles and shakes her head. One hand tugs lightly on the tie of his pants until she loosens it all the way open. “Remember a couple months ago...when you wanted to have sex in the shower?”
He wraps his arm around her. “Of course.”
She kisses his shoulder, glides her hand over his bare stomach. “Well, I saw these yesterday when I was shopping and thought of you. Now we can, you know, fool around in there and I won’t have to worry about you slipping.”
His eyebrow quirks up just as his lips curl into a sexy smile. “Really? Well, isn’t that a fun, little surprise.”
“You don’t mind yellow ducks in your pristine bathroom, do you? They’re juvenile, I know. But cute, right?”
He smile widens further, and he can feel the blood starting to rush between his legs. “You’re cute, Lemon.”
He effortlessly picks her up and carries her over to the marble countertop. She parts her legs around his waist. He kisses her fully on the mouth once, twice, then a third time. She pulls back to throw her t-shirt up and over her head. He says her name in an awed whisper, loving it when she pushes the action forward all on her own. He cups her breasts, tenderly kneads the luscious flesh in his hands. She moans quietly while he licks and sucks on her nipples.
Later she lowers her hands to push down his pajama bottoms, and asks, “Can you turn on the water? Let it get really hot.”
He falls to his knees and pushes her legs further apart. “All in due time, Lemon.”
Liz scoots her butt up off the countertop so he can remove her panties. She rests back against the mirror and lets him spread her sex wide open. He admires her heavenly pink core in front of him before covering it with his mouth. His tongue goes right for her engorged clit, causing her frame to stiffen rigidly. He releases the sensitive tissue, letting her body relax before he begins licking her in long, full strokes. He takes his time, in no hurry to make her come right away. It’s much too early in the morning to rush anything.
She holds onto the back of his head and slowly grinds against his face. The flow of her arousal picks up quickly, spreading over his fingers and mouth. Encouraged by her low sultry moans, he increases the pressure and movement of his tongue little by little. He casts a quick glance upward to see Liz’s breasts hovering above, her nipples hard as stone. Further up, her head rolls from side to side against the mirror; her eyes are shut tightly, her lips parted to breath easier. The look of arousal on her face, combined with the sounds she’s exuding, enlarge his erection rapidly.
Two fingers slip inside her warm, wet center. Her muscles immediately clench around them in response. His tongue returns to her clit and flicks against the tiny bundle of nerves. He keeps both his tongue and fingers moving at a brisk pace until she starts to shudder. Her body bends and buckles as her pleasure builds. He’s forced to remove his slick digits and clamp both hands down on her hips just to keep her sex flush against him.
“Oh, God. Jaaaack,” she moans. “Oooooooooooooooh.”
He closes his lips around her clit and sucks gently on it, sending her over the edge. She gasps several times and then is silent, not able to breathe for several seconds as her orgasm rips through her. He pulls back slightly, just enough to watch the results of his handiwork. Liz pants roughly, desperately trying to get her breath back. She makes no attempt to remove her hands from the back of his head. He takes the opportunity to lap up every last bit of her trickling arousal.
When she finally does let go, he stands up, wipes his face against his arm and pulls her limb body against his chest. He kisses lightly around her mouth, her quickened breath hitting his face. “Time to get wet, Lemon.”
He steps over to the shower to turn on the water. Picking her up and pressing her against the wall, he kisses her several more times, until the steam is sufficiently rising and they both get in.
****
She’s not sure if and when the true objective of showering will be fulfilled, so she just follows his lead. He turns her around, kisses down her neck, sucking the water off her skin as he goes. She can feel his erection pressing against her leg. She reaches back to take it in her hand, to run her fingertips up, down and around it. Jack groans softly against her cheek.
“Can I put your hands up on the wall?” he asks.
She moves them on her own, then looks down for the cheerful yellow ducks to plant her feet on. Jack laughs and follows suit, widening his stance around her legs. She arches her back, rubbing her sex against his stiffness. She exhales fully, anxious and more than ready. “Please, Jack. I need you to fuck me.”
He turns her head to the side to kiss her. At the same time, he grabs the base of his cock, sliding his erection back and forth between her legs a few times before finally easing inside her. They moan together when he pushes deeper.
As the hot water beats down against her already flushed skin, Jack holds firmly onto her waist and slowly rocks his hips. The angle of their configuration allows him to penetrate more deeply than she’s used to, his extremely thick cock testing the elasticity of her muscles. It’s almost painful, but in the best possible way.
She can hear his low, raspy groans over the sound of the water and it’s extremely arousing. She can’t see his face, but knows his eyes are likely fixated on her ass. He loves to watch while he fucks her. To see and feel his cock at the same time as he strokes back and forth inside her.
A few minutes later, she puts her hand high on his leg. He knows that’s his cue to stop and he starts to pull out. She snaps her head around to stop him, but it’s too late.
“No, don’t stop, Jack.”
“Don’t stop?” he pants.
She bends further forward, trying desperately to reunite the tip of his cock with her entrance. She whimpers softly, pleading with him. “Don’t stop, Jack. Put it back in. Please.”
Taken aback by her fervency, he groans out her name roughly when he sinks back inside her. She again puts her hand high on his leg, wanting every inch of him inside her, but his body to stay still. She moves her hips, sliding back and forth on his cock several times before pushing back against him as hard as she can. “Oh, God,” she gasps from the powerful sensations.
Jack quickly wraps one hand around her, moves his fingers right where she wants them. Her muscles start to spasm around him from top to bottom while he rubs her clit. Her entire body clenches, she throws her head back and screams.
****
Somehow he manages not to come during her second, unbelievably intense climax. Instead, he gives her a moment to recover before turning her around to face him. He cups her face with both hands and kisses her like he hasn’t seen her in months. Then forewarns, “I’m going to pick you up. Wrap your legs around me, okay?”
She obliges, circles her arms around his neck and braces herself for the impact of her back hitting the shower wall and his cock pushing back inside her.
He steadies his feet on the yellow ducks, just like she’d want him to, before launching into a swift rhythm. His fingers dig into the flesh under her thighs. He moves faster and faster, knowing his climax is close at hand. Liz runs her fingers through his soaked locks, jet black and curly when wet. She gently bites on his ear lobe and moans, “God that feels so good, Jack.”
He adores it when she talks to him during sex. “I knew you’d enjoy being intimate in the shower, Lemon.”
Her voice softens and deepens in his ear. “I love it when you fuck me, Jack. No matter where we are.”
Her arousing remark pushes him to the brink. He propels his hips at a blisteringly pace until he roars against her skin and comes deep inside her. Awkwardly thrusting a few more times, he groans as loud as ever, over and over again until he’s completely spent.
****
Jack carefully sets her back down on the wet surface. He rests his forehead against hers for a few more moments until his breathing slows.
She grabs one of Jack’s many fancy shampoo bottles, lightly lathers up her hair. He watches her, his eyes roving over her wet breasts. There’s a slight, boyish smile on his face. She runs her soapy hands up his thick chest hair, smiling back at him.
“That was really great, Jack.”
He slowly lowers his head, brings his lips right next to hers and smirks. “Like I said before, I knew you’d like it, Lemon.”
She pokes his chest. “Only when it comes to sex, do I readily agree that...you’re always right, Jack.”
For once, she likes the cocky smile on his face. But doesn’t mind when he quickly erases it, parting his lips over hers and kissing her one more time as the water cascades down.
END