Tease (Jack/Liz, one word: oral, tongue)
Title: Tease
Author: stamatina_rae
For: ham_napkin
Prompt: Jack/Liz, one word: oral
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Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Genre: het
Table: C
Prompt: #46, Tongue
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: references to "Jackie Jormp-Jomp" and "Khonani"
Word Count: ~ 1175
Summary: Two can play at the game of sexual taunting.
A/N: Day 5 of 5 day fic challenge! Starting and ending with smut. Thanks for all the support and comments along the way :) I'll be back with more for at least another day or two.
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
"I really thought you would chicken out again, Lemon."
"Why would I want to do that?" Liz replies.
"To torture me." His teeth graze, almost bite, her lower lip. She wiggles her tongue inside his mouth, forcing him to release her flesh, and kisses him heatedly.
"It's not like I don't want to do this. I just don't want to get caught," she elaborates further, once they're forced to come up for air.
"There's no one here to catch us, Lemon. I paid Subhas handsomely to take the rest of the night off."
"You paid out just to do me in the writers' room?" she laughs.
"I assume it will be money very well spent."
In an instant, he deftly slides his hand under her skirt, finds her panties, pulls them down and off in one fluid motion, making her laugh adorably all the more.
"You are too smooth, Jack Donaghy."
"That's not possible," he rasps. And with that he lies back on the table, with Liz following accordingly, her pelvis pressing against the enlarging bulge in his pants, making him curse hoarsely. The strain in his pants is nearly overwhelming. Liz, like the angel she is, reads his angst immediately and reaches for his zipper. But at next glance, she's retreating towards the end of the table, her mouth melting into a puckish smirk, her eyes turning devilish. She's straddling one of his meaty thighs, rubbing her hands on his custom-made slacks, back and forth, on either side of his crotch. It's only moments but feels like eons before she finally lowers the zipper the rest of the way down. Biting her lower lip, she meets his vapid gaze and slips her hand inside. And holds that gaze while she unbuttons his pants, and peels back the top of his boxer briefs sooooooooooooo slowly he wants to scream.
“You are wicked, Elizabeth Lemon,” Jack grunts.
"You think that's wicked?" she mumbles under her breath, taking his words as a direct challenge.
Her lips suddenly jump to his exposed cock, making him gasp in pleasure-filled shock. She latches onto the tip, sucking on his flesh, swirling her tongue like mad, making him groan out again and again. For such a sexually inexperienced woman, Liz is surprisingly skilled at giving head. Much to his delight. Her fingers and tongue deliver the most blissful pleasure for several euphoric minutes. But then she suddenly stops. Releasing her hand, and then her mouth, with the most taunting popping sound. The only tactile sensation that remains is her hurried, hot breath hitting his throbbing erection.
"Oh, God, don't stop," he growls. "Don't stop."
"Oh, you want me to keep going?" she mocks.
"Fine, then. Two can play at this game," he contests. His huge hands reach down, press under her arms and easily move her smaller frame. The fabric of her dress, then the slick folds of her sex slide over his cock as he pulls her up on top of him. Immediately flipping her to her back, she gasps excitedly. It’s his turn to pounce.
Two anxious fingers spread her open, his tongue stiffens and dives for her clit. Licking, lapping up her wetness, tickling her entrance, he brings her right to the edge but stops before she climaxes. Her fingers are in his hair, have been ever since he started to pleasure her, and now yank on his graying spiky mop, trying to pain him into submission until he finally makes her come. Her memory seems to have failed her. With good reason, he supposes. Her mind is racing with much more pressing, salacious thoughts, she doesn’t recall the vastly superior density of his hair. She could tug and pull all day to no avail. His follicles so thick, his lust so focused, he’d barely notice. A few more full licks of her sex and he stops all together; breaths heavily, purposefully, hovering just above her clit.
"Jack," she keeps repeating, but he doesn't continue. Instead he skates up her body, attacks her neck with his mouth.
"Keep going, Jack," she begs. "Please."
"Oh, you want me to keep going?" he mimics her earlier taunt.
The inside of her slick thighs slide up and down the outside of his, as she jabs her fists into his back, counters roughly with, "You didn't let me finish before, Jack. I would've kept going."
"That's not true."
"Yes, it is," she pants, and bites down on his earlobe.
Jack can feel her arousal collecting on his exposed cock. She may be lying about her previous intentions to continue his oral gratification, but it doesn't matter. He wants her to come as badly as she does. To taste her on his tongue, feel her writhing against his mouth, hear her cries of passion, it's almost as pleasurable for him as it is for her.
So he slithers back down her torso, stopping at every erogenous landmark along the way. Liz was the one who started with the teasing and taunting, after all. He doesn't need to let her off -- or in this case, get her off, too quickly.
Once he's resettled between her legs, she does come quickly. Just his tongue flicking against her swollen clit brings her to climax. So he stays a bit longer, laps up her flowing arousal. And eventually slides his fingers inside her scorching hot core to find that magic spot that triggers an even more intense, full body response of clenching muscles and deep, guttural moans.
As she slowly comes down from her quick succession of intense orgasms, he lies down beside her and directs her hand back to his cock. Very out of breath, she strokes him for awhile until she's ready to take him back into her mouth. This time there's no stopping, not even any pausing. She licks and sucks, strokes his shaft, until he's grunting out his climax through clenched teeth and releasing himself in her skilled hands.
Liz excuses herself to use the nearby sink. And is quite surprised to find him redressing upon her return. "Oh...we're done? I thought you wanted to, you know, do it on the table?"
"That table is hardly conducive to proper lovemaking, Lemon. Too many bad memories of your degenerate writers gathered around it. Eating, farting, puking, and God knows what else." He grabs her underwear off the floor, twirls it around his finger. "May we continue this elsewhere, in more appropriate accommodations?"
She mirrors his full grin, extends her hand to retrieve her undergarments. He slides them inside his pants pocket instead. “You won’t be needing these anytime soon, Lemon.”
Liz rolls her eyes and steps closer, closer still until she’s pressed against his chest, whispering lustfully, “So, your place or mine?”
He swiftly lifts her up by the back of her thighs and carries her towards the elevators. The urge to finish what they’ve started is too intense. He can’t wait long enough to get her into his limo, let alone his bed.
The couch in his office shall have to suffice.
END