The Element of Surprise (30 Rock, Jack/Liz)
Title: The Element of Surprise
Prompt: 100_situations #052. Lock
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Word Count: 3,324
Rating: NC-17
Table: Number Two.
Summary: "This was her idea. Sort of." Jack, Liz, sex and handcuffs.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
This was her idea.
Sort of.
Liz didn't say, "I want to handcuff you to the bed." But she did say, "I wouldn't mind trying something, you know. A little bit kinky. Nothing gross. I don't want us to have gross sex."
He'd responded by declaring he would never make her do something she was uncomfortable with, before adding that it was impossible for any act of intimacy between them to be classified as 'gross.' "And," he continued, "if something unpleasant did happen, I'm sure it would be an accident." He paused. "Would handcuffs upset you?"
"Me handcuff you or the other way around?"
"Whichever you'd prefer. I'd enjoy it either way. Or perhaps we could do some role-playing."
She thought about it for a moment. "I do have an improv background."
"Under no circumstances will I make love to the man from Sling Blade."
"And I wouldn't do it with a guy who'd have sex with the man from Sling Blade. So it all works out. Anyway, yeah. Let's try the handcuff thing first."
So now she's kneeling on the bed next to Jack, who's looking expectantly at the handcuffs she's holding. His eyes meet hers.
"We don't have to--" he begins.
"No, I want to," she says, hoping he doesn't take her quick denial as proof she is uncomfortable. She does actually want to go ahead with this. Because Jack wants to and because she likes trying new things. Or at least she's liked trying new things since Jack got her to like the stuff she'd done before. She leans in closer. "I want to handcuff you."
He raises his eyebrows slightly; either amused or excited or both. "Then do what you want to do."
"Just give me a couple minutes. I should be in charge here, right? As the person doing the handcuffing."
"You're absolutely correct." He kisses her. "Handcuff me whenever you wish to handcuff me."
"Okay."
She straddles his leg and tosses the cuffs to the nightstand for later use. They start kissing, and each time they pause, she thinks about grabbing the cuffs and ordering him around, but she feels awkward before she comes close to uttering a word. Him waiting for it to happen somehow makes it harder to make it happen. This would've worked better if she had suggested it. Or if he handcuffed her, because he could probably do that super smoothly. (Maybe she could tell him she wants to switch the plan, but she's not in the mood to have her hands restrained. She's not sure if she will be, but that's something she'll ponder after they've done this.) Or maybe she should do it at some later time, when he'd be surprised. Or maybe... Yikes, why is sex so complicated? (Though she generally no longer minds the many complications of having sex that isn't solely her lying back and waiting for the dude to finish.) So after a few pauses, and after his hands start caressing her ass and Liz thinks about how much she likes Jack having the option to touch her, she sighs.
"Can we do the cuffs some other time?"
"As I said, Lemon, you're in charge."
"Then let's have sex that you can touch me during."
And they do.
*
Later, after they've cooled down and he's put on his pajama pants, he says, "You're hungry, aren't you?"
"Kind of. And by that I mean I'm starving."
His hand rests on her thigh. "Do you want me to make you something?"
"No, you don't have to. You have any of that cheesecake left?"
"We could share it," he says.
"Okay."
"Do you want me to go get it?"
"Nah, I'll meet you in the kitchen. I should get out of this bedroom at some point tonight."
"If you say so."
After he leaves, she grabs her t-shirt off the floor and a pair of panties from the dresser. She kind of has a drawer at his house now? Anyway, as she turns away from the dresser, she finds herself looking over at the nightstand, at the unused handcuffs.
Maybe she could surprise him now.
*
This is the first time Liz has ever walked around with something in her underwear, and the fact that what she's got down there is metal and cold makes the experience all the weirder.
Perhaps this is where her improv background could come in handy. Okay, let's take suggestions from your brain! I heard 'he's still your boyfriend.' What's that? Okay, he's still your boyfriend, but this time, you're a woman with confidence. Go! She takes a deep breath before she enters the kitchen, stepping lightly so as not to draw attention to what she's concealing.
Jack watches her curiously. "Why are you walking like that?"
"No reason," she says quickly. "Why? I mean, the floor is cold." No, it's not. "My feet are cold." She's so nervous, it takes her a few more moments to notice the untouched cheesecake sitting on the table in front of him. It makes her relax a little, for some reason. "You didn't start without me."
"I thought it best to not risk eating what you considered your share."
"Oh, come on. What am I going to do, threaten you? I mean, I've threatened people. But I wouldn't threaten you. I'm not saying you're not a person."
While behind the chair next to him, she eyes the back of his chair. She could slip the chain between the wooden slats and cuff his wrists. Then do... stuff to him. She'll figure out what stuff later.
Anyway, she reminds herself of her role as confident girlfriend, no, confident lover, no, she still doesn't like lover when it's referencing an actual relationship and not a hypothetical island romance or a pizza that's covered in meat, so confident girlfriend.
She takes a step closer, slides her hand down his bare chest as she stands behind him. "I'm saying I like you better than I like Frank. I mean, you've made me dinner."
"Is my ability to follow a recipe all that recommends me as more appealing to you than Frank?"
She moves her hand farther down as she leans in to kiss by his ear. "Of course." He turns his head, and she captures his lips in a soft kiss that quickly intensifies. The passion with which he returns the kiss makes her confidence more real. She continues kissing him, touching him. After she breaks away but keeps her mouth close to his, she adds, "That and you waiting for me to eat the cheesecake. So there are the two things."
Hand on the side of his neck, she covers his mouth with hers again. He starts to turn his body, but she presses firmly against his shoulder. Not to restrain him because, well, he's bigger than she is and she can't hold him down, but to communicate that she doesn't want him to move. She pulls back, palm against his flesh.
She tries to lower her voice into something more alluring. "Put your hands behind your back."
It sounds a bit awkward and shaky to her ears, but it's more the result of being turned-on than being nervous.
Though she is nervous. And she does sometimes feel nervous when she's turned-on.
Eyes wider, smile curling his lips, he says, "Really?"
"Put your hands behind your back," she repeats.
His arm brushes against her as he complies, and she steps behind him. She takes the handcuffs out of her underwear, glad that he's not looking because, man, doing this makes her feel weird. There's a click when she closes one cuff around his wrist. She slides the other cuff through a space between the slats, then pulls it out of the next space and secures his other wrist.
"Does that feel okay?" she asks.
"Yes."
She stands behind him for a bit longer, now moving both hands up and down his torso. "I wanted to surprise you." She pauses. "I surprised you, right?"
"You did."
"Good."
She sits on his lap -- somewhat awkwardly -- and puts an arm around his shoulders. She keeps kissing him, each meeting of their mouths getting longer and deeper until she lightly brushes her lips against his and pulls back enough that he can't restart the connection. It's strange not to have his hands on her, strange not to have the growing arousal between her legs both briefly sated and further awakened by his fingers brushing over the damp spot in her underwear. His eyes are locked with hers, and she knows he's thinking about everything he wants her to do to him, thinking about where he wishes his hands were right now, and that both makes her want to speed up, to get to the point when she can release him, and slow down, to savor the waiting so the rest of it will seem more intense.
She settles on slowing down.
"So," she says. "Still hungry?"
"I'm not particularly concerned with food at the moment."
"We should eat something."
She takes the plate and one of the forks off the table and eats a bite of the cheesecake. Then another.
"Did you do all of this solely so you could eat my food?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
She brings the next forkful to Jack's mouth. He looks at her suspiciously before he eats it.
"What?" she asks. "Do you really think I'm using your sex handcuffs that you bought from some sex store to eat all of your cheesecake?"
Damn it, did snapping at him and using the phrases 'sex handcuffs' and 'sex store' ruin her air of confidence? No, probably not. He doesn't mind aggression or the word 'sex.'
"I thought you were going to pull the fork away in a supposedly playful manner. I don't enjoy those sorts of games."
"Well, if there's anything I don't joke about, it's food."
"I do appreciate that about you."
She gives him another bite, then a kiss. Then she eats a couple more forkfuls. How much longer should she do this before she takes off his pants? She wouldn't mind taking off his pants now, but she also wouldn't mind finishing the cheesecake. Also, should she... use it? Like, smear it on her boobs and make him lick it off? Does she want cheesecake on her boobs? She shouldn't have added food to this; she's making it too convoluted.
In her defense, she is hungry. And the food's right in front of her. She's only human.
"I know I'm in charge here," she says. "And don't take me asking this question as proof that I'm not sure of how this whole thing should, you know, continue. I just want to know your opinion. When should I take my clothes off?"
"The answer will always be now."
Well, that can't be true. Really, if she asked him when should I get naked? in a restaurant, in the middle of dinner, he wouldn't say now. But the answer now is now, so she puts the plate down. She doesn't take off her clothes, though, choosing instead to straddle him. Her feet aren't quite touching the ground, so she rests her hands on his legs as she wriggles around in an attempt to get more comfortable. She's aware of his erection, of how it must be driving him crazy to feel and see her moving, touching, near his crotch without any part of her making real contact with his cock. His frustration, his desire for her, gives her another rush of confidence. Her hands shift closer to where he wants them but don't slip inside his pants, while she kisses her way from the corner of his mouth to his earlobe.
Her fingers graze over the bulge in his pants. "Should I touch you, Jack? Again, just asking your opinion."
"You should."
Liz trails her mouth down his neck, over his collarbone as she rests her palms on his chest. She slides her leg between his as she kisses his mouth, shifts her body until she's on her knees. Slowly, she repositions herself again, still kneeling, but this time, on the floor in front of him. She scooches back so she's underneath the table, allowing him to move his legs a bit closer together while she pulls his pants down. Putting the garment by his feet, she returns to her place between his legs. She glances up as she leans forward, unsurprised to find him watching her as she brushes her tongue over the head of his cock. She rubs his thighs as she breaks eye contact, as she starts to lick the underside of his cock, lingering a bit longer at each swipe of her tongue. His moans are soft, almost tentative, until she finally takes him into her mouth. Then he's groaning in a deep, rough way that makes this seem more indecent than she used to think it was. Groaning like she's doing more than she actually is because, really, she is capable of...
Thinking about oral sex still seems filthy, so she'll simply admit she's gotten okay at this, and what she's doing now seems rather basic. She's not sure if he's just happy to have her doing anything to him, or if unhurriedly moving her lips up and down part of his penis is something she should do more often. She moans as she slowly pulls back, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking as much of him into her mouth as she can. Now he's cursing, saying her name, while she moves her head a little faster and rakes her nails against his thighs. She's squirming, rubbing her legs together in a vain attempt to get momentary relief for the arousal that becomes harder to ignore the more he moans out her name. After she releases his cock from her mouth, Liz looks up at him again. His eyes are half-closed, and he blinks a few times, breathing heavily.
Liz exhales as she leans forward. Tries to make her voice even as she jokes, "You're mad that I didn't touch you, aren't you?"
"As I've said before, you're in charge."
Hands on his legs, she rises to her feet. She pulls her shirt up over her head, then pushes her panties down. Now open fully, his eyes travel over her naked body. For a few moments she stands there, exposed and not minding it too much. She gets back on top of him, one leg bent and pressing into the cushion, the other slightly so with her foot on the floor, allowing her to straddle one of his parted legs. She grips his shoulder as she starts to rock her hips, a moan spilling from Jack's lips as evidence of her arousal quickly accumulates on his skin. Liz tries to keep quiet as she rubs against him, enjoying listening to his groans again; maybe a little more this time, because she likes that her being turned-on, her enjoying it, does it for him. In her experience, guys usually don't notice such things.
She looks at Jack, at him watching her grind against his thigh. His eyes shoot up, and his focus continues to go back and forth between her face and the movement of her hips. She presses down harder against him, feeling a wave of pleasure shoot through her at the increased friction against her clit. She moves harder, faster, until she's making herself come. The feel of her climax rippling through her body makes her not want to tease him -- or herself -- any longer, and she kisses him messily.
She lifts her knee up and he gets the hint, quickly moving his legs closer together. She straddles him, toes touching the ground as she positions her sex over his cock and sinks down onto him. He doesn't have the leverage to thrust his hips or the free hands to guide her so she's doing all the work, moving up and down, controlling the speed and the depth. Her breasts are right near his face, and he lightly kisses her without asking if she wants him to. Slowing her movements, Liz makes shallow strokes on the tip of his erection as she slides her hand through his hair and guides his mouth to the center of her breast. She pushes her hips down, completely burying him inside her as he licks and nips at her flesh.
Motionless for a few moments, she mutters out Oh God at the feel of him filling her. She lets out a breath and keeps moving, taking all of him in and rubbing her clit against him at each downstroke. He sucks on her nipple as she clenches around him, moans against her as she presses hard against his pelvis in an attempt to draw out her orgasm. After her climax starts to fade, she tilts Jack's head up, kissing his mouth before she restarts the motion of her hips. She begins purposely tightening her muscles around him, trying to make him come, because this position is not super comfortable and she can't think of a better one. The whole handcuff thing limits a woman's options.
She isn't surprised by this. She's not an idiot. There's nothing wrong with making an observation, even if it's an obvious one.
She increases the pace, keeps squeezing his cock with her inner walls, until she's coming again, which is a pleasant surprise. To her, and apparently to him, because he keeps saying her name over and over reverentially. The second round of spasms around him as he's inside her sends Jack over the edge. She can feel him come, feel his breath falling against her skin, hear his groaning, but she can't see him because her eyes snapped shut on reflex during her own climax. Eyes still closed, she rubs his chest and attempts to slow her breathing. She lifts up her hips, allowing him to slip out of her, and half-opens her eyes, watching her hand move over him.
"That wasn't so terrible for my first time using handcuffs, right?" she says.
"It wasn't terrible, no," he says. "Not even close to terrible."
She meets his eyes, smiling slightly. "How does it rank with the other times you were handcuffed to a kitchen chair?" He starts to open his mouth. "Don't answer that! I'm kidding."
"I was going to say that I've never been handcuffed to a kitchen chair before this."
She raises her eyebrows. "I can't believe I did something Jack Donaghy's never done."
And she does mean can't believe, because she can't believe it, but he's never lied to her about his sex life before. At least when Jack brought it up during a fleeting time towards the beginning of their shared sex life; he wrongly believed he could entice her into certain positions by mentioning the number of women who'd greatly enjoyed his take on it.
"No one man can try everything."
"I guess I brought you closer to that goal, though."
He smiles. "You have."
She lingers for a while the next time she kisses him, plays with the hair that she mussed up when she was gripping it before.
"Lemon, may I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Do you have any plans to uncuff me?"
She stops suddenly. "Oh crap, I didn't bring the key with me." She gets off him, grabs her shirt from the floor because she is not okay with walking around naked. "Wait here. I know that was a dumb thing to say, by the way. It just slipped out. I'll plan this better, if I ever do it again."
"I've never taken a stance against spontaneity, even if it leads to excessive handcuffing."
"Okay. Now I know that. I'm eating the rest of the cheesecake, by the way. I exerted myself, so I deserve it."
"You are still in charge."
She nods. "Good to know."
END
Prompt: 100_situations #052. Lock
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Word Count: 3,324
Rating: NC-17
Table: Number Two.
Summary: "This was her idea. Sort of." Jack, Liz, sex and handcuffs.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
This was her idea.
Sort of.
Liz didn't say, "I want to handcuff you to the bed." But she did say, "I wouldn't mind trying something, you know. A little bit kinky. Nothing gross. I don't want us to have gross sex."
He'd responded by declaring he would never make her do something she was uncomfortable with, before adding that it was impossible for any act of intimacy between them to be classified as 'gross.' "And," he continued, "if something unpleasant did happen, I'm sure it would be an accident." He paused. "Would handcuffs upset you?"
"Me handcuff you or the other way around?"
"Whichever you'd prefer. I'd enjoy it either way. Or perhaps we could do some role-playing."
She thought about it for a moment. "I do have an improv background."
"Under no circumstances will I make love to the man from Sling Blade."
"And I wouldn't do it with a guy who'd have sex with the man from Sling Blade. So it all works out. Anyway, yeah. Let's try the handcuff thing first."
So now she's kneeling on the bed next to Jack, who's looking expectantly at the handcuffs she's holding. His eyes meet hers.
"We don't have to--" he begins.
"No, I want to," she says, hoping he doesn't take her quick denial as proof she is uncomfortable. She does actually want to go ahead with this. Because Jack wants to and because she likes trying new things. Or at least she's liked trying new things since Jack got her to like the stuff she'd done before. She leans in closer. "I want to handcuff you."
He raises his eyebrows slightly; either amused or excited or both. "Then do what you want to do."
"Just give me a couple minutes. I should be in charge here, right? As the person doing the handcuffing."
"You're absolutely correct." He kisses her. "Handcuff me whenever you wish to handcuff me."
"Okay."
She straddles his leg and tosses the cuffs to the nightstand for later use. They start kissing, and each time they pause, she thinks about grabbing the cuffs and ordering him around, but she feels awkward before she comes close to uttering a word. Him waiting for it to happen somehow makes it harder to make it happen. This would've worked better if she had suggested it. Or if he handcuffed her, because he could probably do that super smoothly. (Maybe she could tell him she wants to switch the plan, but she's not in the mood to have her hands restrained. She's not sure if she will be, but that's something she'll ponder after they've done this.) Or maybe she should do it at some later time, when he'd be surprised. Or maybe... Yikes, why is sex so complicated? (Though she generally no longer minds the many complications of having sex that isn't solely her lying back and waiting for the dude to finish.) So after a few pauses, and after his hands start caressing her ass and Liz thinks about how much she likes Jack having the option to touch her, she sighs.
"Can we do the cuffs some other time?"
"As I said, Lemon, you're in charge."
"Then let's have sex that you can touch me during."
And they do.
*
Later, after they've cooled down and he's put on his pajama pants, he says, "You're hungry, aren't you?"
"Kind of. And by that I mean I'm starving."
His hand rests on her thigh. "Do you want me to make you something?"
"No, you don't have to. You have any of that cheesecake left?"
"We could share it," he says.
"Okay."
"Do you want me to go get it?"
"Nah, I'll meet you in the kitchen. I should get out of this bedroom at some point tonight."
"If you say so."
After he leaves, she grabs her t-shirt off the floor and a pair of panties from the dresser. She kind of has a drawer at his house now? Anyway, as she turns away from the dresser, she finds herself looking over at the nightstand, at the unused handcuffs.
Maybe she could surprise him now.
*
This is the first time Liz has ever walked around with something in her underwear, and the fact that what she's got down there is metal and cold makes the experience all the weirder.
Perhaps this is where her improv background could come in handy. Okay, let's take suggestions from your brain! I heard 'he's still your boyfriend.' What's that? Okay, he's still your boyfriend, but this time, you're a woman with confidence. Go! She takes a deep breath before she enters the kitchen, stepping lightly so as not to draw attention to what she's concealing.
Jack watches her curiously. "Why are you walking like that?"
"No reason," she says quickly. "Why? I mean, the floor is cold." No, it's not. "My feet are cold." She's so nervous, it takes her a few more moments to notice the untouched cheesecake sitting on the table in front of him. It makes her relax a little, for some reason. "You didn't start without me."
"I thought it best to not risk eating what you considered your share."
"Oh, come on. What am I going to do, threaten you? I mean, I've threatened people. But I wouldn't threaten you. I'm not saying you're not a person."
While behind the chair next to him, she eyes the back of his chair. She could slip the chain between the wooden slats and cuff his wrists. Then do... stuff to him. She'll figure out what stuff later.
Anyway, she reminds herself of her role as confident girlfriend, no, confident lover, no, she still doesn't like lover when it's referencing an actual relationship and not a hypothetical island romance or a pizza that's covered in meat, so confident girlfriend.
She takes a step closer, slides her hand down his bare chest as she stands behind him. "I'm saying I like you better than I like Frank. I mean, you've made me dinner."
"Is my ability to follow a recipe all that recommends me as more appealing to you than Frank?"
She moves her hand farther down as she leans in to kiss by his ear. "Of course." He turns his head, and she captures his lips in a soft kiss that quickly intensifies. The passion with which he returns the kiss makes her confidence more real. She continues kissing him, touching him. After she breaks away but keeps her mouth close to his, she adds, "That and you waiting for me to eat the cheesecake. So there are the two things."
Hand on the side of his neck, she covers his mouth with hers again. He starts to turn his body, but she presses firmly against his shoulder. Not to restrain him because, well, he's bigger than she is and she can't hold him down, but to communicate that she doesn't want him to move. She pulls back, palm against his flesh.
She tries to lower her voice into something more alluring. "Put your hands behind your back."
It sounds a bit awkward and shaky to her ears, but it's more the result of being turned-on than being nervous.
Though she is nervous. And she does sometimes feel nervous when she's turned-on.
Eyes wider, smile curling his lips, he says, "Really?"
"Put your hands behind your back," she repeats.
His arm brushes against her as he complies, and she steps behind him. She takes the handcuffs out of her underwear, glad that he's not looking because, man, doing this makes her feel weird. There's a click when she closes one cuff around his wrist. She slides the other cuff through a space between the slats, then pulls it out of the next space and secures his other wrist.
"Does that feel okay?" she asks.
"Yes."
She stands behind him for a bit longer, now moving both hands up and down his torso. "I wanted to surprise you." She pauses. "I surprised you, right?"
"You did."
"Good."
She sits on his lap -- somewhat awkwardly -- and puts an arm around his shoulders. She keeps kissing him, each meeting of their mouths getting longer and deeper until she lightly brushes her lips against his and pulls back enough that he can't restart the connection. It's strange not to have his hands on her, strange not to have the growing arousal between her legs both briefly sated and further awakened by his fingers brushing over the damp spot in her underwear. His eyes are locked with hers, and she knows he's thinking about everything he wants her to do to him, thinking about where he wishes his hands were right now, and that both makes her want to speed up, to get to the point when she can release him, and slow down, to savor the waiting so the rest of it will seem more intense.
She settles on slowing down.
"So," she says. "Still hungry?"
"I'm not particularly concerned with food at the moment."
"We should eat something."
She takes the plate and one of the forks off the table and eats a bite of the cheesecake. Then another.
"Did you do all of this solely so you could eat my food?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
She brings the next forkful to Jack's mouth. He looks at her suspiciously before he eats it.
"What?" she asks. "Do you really think I'm using your sex handcuffs that you bought from some sex store to eat all of your cheesecake?"
Damn it, did snapping at him and using the phrases 'sex handcuffs' and 'sex store' ruin her air of confidence? No, probably not. He doesn't mind aggression or the word 'sex.'
"I thought you were going to pull the fork away in a supposedly playful manner. I don't enjoy those sorts of games."
"Well, if there's anything I don't joke about, it's food."
"I do appreciate that about you."
She gives him another bite, then a kiss. Then she eats a couple more forkfuls. How much longer should she do this before she takes off his pants? She wouldn't mind taking off his pants now, but she also wouldn't mind finishing the cheesecake. Also, should she... use it? Like, smear it on her boobs and make him lick it off? Does she want cheesecake on her boobs? She shouldn't have added food to this; she's making it too convoluted.
In her defense, she is hungry. And the food's right in front of her. She's only human.
"I know I'm in charge here," she says. "And don't take me asking this question as proof that I'm not sure of how this whole thing should, you know, continue. I just want to know your opinion. When should I take my clothes off?"
"The answer will always be now."
Well, that can't be true. Really, if she asked him when should I get naked? in a restaurant, in the middle of dinner, he wouldn't say now. But the answer now is now, so she puts the plate down. She doesn't take off her clothes, though, choosing instead to straddle him. Her feet aren't quite touching the ground, so she rests her hands on his legs as she wriggles around in an attempt to get more comfortable. She's aware of his erection, of how it must be driving him crazy to feel and see her moving, touching, near his crotch without any part of her making real contact with his cock. His frustration, his desire for her, gives her another rush of confidence. Her hands shift closer to where he wants them but don't slip inside his pants, while she kisses her way from the corner of his mouth to his earlobe.
Her fingers graze over the bulge in his pants. "Should I touch you, Jack? Again, just asking your opinion."
"You should."
Liz trails her mouth down his neck, over his collarbone as she rests her palms on his chest. She slides her leg between his as she kisses his mouth, shifts her body until she's on her knees. Slowly, she repositions herself again, still kneeling, but this time, on the floor in front of him. She scooches back so she's underneath the table, allowing him to move his legs a bit closer together while she pulls his pants down. Putting the garment by his feet, she returns to her place between his legs. She glances up as she leans forward, unsurprised to find him watching her as she brushes her tongue over the head of his cock. She rubs his thighs as she breaks eye contact, as she starts to lick the underside of his cock, lingering a bit longer at each swipe of her tongue. His moans are soft, almost tentative, until she finally takes him into her mouth. Then he's groaning in a deep, rough way that makes this seem more indecent than she used to think it was. Groaning like she's doing more than she actually is because, really, she is capable of...
Thinking about oral sex still seems filthy, so she'll simply admit she's gotten okay at this, and what she's doing now seems rather basic. She's not sure if he's just happy to have her doing anything to him, or if unhurriedly moving her lips up and down part of his penis is something she should do more often. She moans as she slowly pulls back, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking as much of him into her mouth as she can. Now he's cursing, saying her name, while she moves her head a little faster and rakes her nails against his thighs. She's squirming, rubbing her legs together in a vain attempt to get momentary relief for the arousal that becomes harder to ignore the more he moans out her name. After she releases his cock from her mouth, Liz looks up at him again. His eyes are half-closed, and he blinks a few times, breathing heavily.
Liz exhales as she leans forward. Tries to make her voice even as she jokes, "You're mad that I didn't touch you, aren't you?"
"As I've said before, you're in charge."
Hands on his legs, she rises to her feet. She pulls her shirt up over her head, then pushes her panties down. Now open fully, his eyes travel over her naked body. For a few moments she stands there, exposed and not minding it too much. She gets back on top of him, one leg bent and pressing into the cushion, the other slightly so with her foot on the floor, allowing her to straddle one of his parted legs. She grips his shoulder as she starts to rock her hips, a moan spilling from Jack's lips as evidence of her arousal quickly accumulates on his skin. Liz tries to keep quiet as she rubs against him, enjoying listening to his groans again; maybe a little more this time, because she likes that her being turned-on, her enjoying it, does it for him. In her experience, guys usually don't notice such things.
She looks at Jack, at him watching her grind against his thigh. His eyes shoot up, and his focus continues to go back and forth between her face and the movement of her hips. She presses down harder against him, feeling a wave of pleasure shoot through her at the increased friction against her clit. She moves harder, faster, until she's making herself come. The feel of her climax rippling through her body makes her not want to tease him -- or herself -- any longer, and she kisses him messily.
She lifts her knee up and he gets the hint, quickly moving his legs closer together. She straddles him, toes touching the ground as she positions her sex over his cock and sinks down onto him. He doesn't have the leverage to thrust his hips or the free hands to guide her so she's doing all the work, moving up and down, controlling the speed and the depth. Her breasts are right near his face, and he lightly kisses her without asking if she wants him to. Slowing her movements, Liz makes shallow strokes on the tip of his erection as she slides her hand through his hair and guides his mouth to the center of her breast. She pushes her hips down, completely burying him inside her as he licks and nips at her flesh.
Motionless for a few moments, she mutters out Oh God at the feel of him filling her. She lets out a breath and keeps moving, taking all of him in and rubbing her clit against him at each downstroke. He sucks on her nipple as she clenches around him, moans against her as she presses hard against his pelvis in an attempt to draw out her orgasm. After her climax starts to fade, she tilts Jack's head up, kissing his mouth before she restarts the motion of her hips. She begins purposely tightening her muscles around him, trying to make him come, because this position is not super comfortable and she can't think of a better one. The whole handcuff thing limits a woman's options.
She isn't surprised by this. She's not an idiot. There's nothing wrong with making an observation, even if it's an obvious one.
She increases the pace, keeps squeezing his cock with her inner walls, until she's coming again, which is a pleasant surprise. To her, and apparently to him, because he keeps saying her name over and over reverentially. The second round of spasms around him as he's inside her sends Jack over the edge. She can feel him come, feel his breath falling against her skin, hear his groaning, but she can't see him because her eyes snapped shut on reflex during her own climax. Eyes still closed, she rubs his chest and attempts to slow her breathing. She lifts up her hips, allowing him to slip out of her, and half-opens her eyes, watching her hand move over him.
"That wasn't so terrible for my first time using handcuffs, right?" she says.
"It wasn't terrible, no," he says. "Not even close to terrible."
She meets his eyes, smiling slightly. "How does it rank with the other times you were handcuffed to a kitchen chair?" He starts to open his mouth. "Don't answer that! I'm kidding."
"I was going to say that I've never been handcuffed to a kitchen chair before this."
She raises her eyebrows. "I can't believe I did something Jack Donaghy's never done."
And she does mean can't believe, because she can't believe it, but he's never lied to her about his sex life before. At least when Jack brought it up during a fleeting time towards the beginning of their shared sex life; he wrongly believed he could entice her into certain positions by mentioning the number of women who'd greatly enjoyed his take on it.
"No one man can try everything."
"I guess I brought you closer to that goal, though."
He smiles. "You have."
She lingers for a while the next time she kisses him, plays with the hair that she mussed up when she was gripping it before.
"Lemon, may I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Do you have any plans to uncuff me?"
She stops suddenly. "Oh crap, I didn't bring the key with me." She gets off him, grabs her shirt from the floor because she is not okay with walking around naked. "Wait here. I know that was a dumb thing to say, by the way. It just slipped out. I'll plan this better, if I ever do it again."
"I've never taken a stance against spontaneity, even if it leads to excessive handcuffing."
"Okay. Now I know that. I'm eating the rest of the cheesecake, by the way. I exerted myself, so I deserve it."
"You are still in charge."
She nods. "Good to know."
END