Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter Harvest ❯ Tease ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Don't own Vegeta or Bulma . "Suck My Kiss" belongs to the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Anthony hmmmmmm, sigh. Anyho.. This may seem a little OOC but if you think about , it could have happened. You'll understand once you read.

Tease

By: WeaverOfDreams

~....~ = Song lyrics

She could hear the shower running upstairs. It was soon going to be bedtime after another long day. Lounging on the sofa, Bulma flicking through the channels with little interest. Her son wasn't back from his spar with Redd, not that she was too worried and her handsome mate was getting cleaned up after his training session. Ah, yes, life was good. Her son might have a girlfriend and she had a horny Sayijin upstairs. Grinning, she picked up the remote for the 300 disc cd player and then flicked through the selections. She felt like listening to some music. One of Trunk's cd's came up, the Blood Sugar Sex Magick CD by RHCP. She flicked through the songs, really liking this music. Finally she found one that was perfect. Grinning wickedly, she placed it on pause and repeat and then turned off the tv. Leaning back in the sofa, she knew Vegeta would come back down to get her after he saw she wasn't in bed. She heard the shower turn off and then the footsteps to their room. They stopped and then she could almost hear his irritation. She snickered. She then heard him go back to the bathroom and stomp down the stairs making his way to where she was.

She wasn't the least surprised when Vegeta pushed past the door and stood in the middle of the living room before her, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrow, that scowl on his brow. He looked like a thundercloud. She didn't know if what she had in mind would fly with him, but she was gonna try it anyway. She eyed him. He always looked his best just coming out of the shower, hair wet and dripping, water beading on his olive flesh, running down over his skin disappearing into the deep valleys of his muscles. His arms flexed as he stood there, dressed in only a pair of loose boxers, hung low on his hips.

"Woman, why aren't you in bed?" Vegeta said, his voice barely above a growl. She smirked and then got up only to pass by him. She went to the door and locked it, turned and then gave him a full viewing. Smirking, he turned around, displaying himself. Making her way past him again, her hips swinging, the soft cotton blue robe she wore allowing his eyes to pick out her curves and hollows. She heard the deep growl behind her and then wiggled her behind, putting a bit more shimmy in her walk as she made her way back to the sofa.

Seating herself, Bulma looked up into her mate's eyes. They were hot already. She did so enjoy his heat cycles. Made him more of himself then the cold stoic warrior. Crossing her legs, she leaned back into the plush cushions of the sofa and then tilted her head. Her blue eyes slid over the lean sculpted lines of his chest, arms, stomach then down to his thighs, calves and feet. She loved the way his upper body melted into a narrow waist, the hips lean. Licked her lips, remembering just what those hips could do.

"Vegeta, you're too tense, you should loosen up. Remember that little show I put on for you a few months ago?"Bulma asked, knowing he would remember that strip tease. He did too, his eyes burning, his whole body tensing slightly. Vegeta raised a brow, wondering what she was getting at."Well, Vegeta, I want you to return the favor. I know you only have a pair of boxers on but still..."

He stared at her like she had grow a tail. There was a look of disbelief in his eyes. Tilting his head , he watched his woman. There was a big grin on her lush lips, a spark of desire in her bright blue eyes. He could already smell she was excited. He found himself considering the suggestion. He wondered how hot he could make his mate without even touching her?

"Alright , woman, but I do remember you did this to music. Have anything for me?" Vegeta said as he saw her eyes widen. She didn't think he would do it. Sure, she must of thought his pride would be in the way but it would boost his ego to turn his mate on this way. So pride wasn't an issue. He watched as she picked up the remote and turned on the song. He heard the strains of the bass and the heavy strumming and knew what band it was. Trunks liked to listen to them when he was warming up. He also knew this song very well. A very wolfish grin spread across his lips and then singer began.

~Should of been, could of been

Would of been dead

If I didn't get the message

Goin' to my head

I am what I am

Most motherfuckers

Don't give a damn~

Bulma watched in amazement as Vegeta's hips slowly started to flex and curl, swiveling. She couldn't believe it. He was.... dancing..for her. She leaned back into the sofa and enjoyed the show. She watched as Vegeta slowly ran this fingers through his hair, slicking it back, the thick ebony locks still wet from the shower. The tips ran drops of water down his chest. Her eyes followed the drops till they disappeared in the waistband of his boxers. She then heard the chuckle. Looking up, she saw the smirk appear on his lips, his eyes dark yet ignited with fire.

"Eyes front Woman." He said, the deep gruff tone of his voice sending shivers down her back. Bulma watched as his hands came down, smoothing over his chest, stomach, slowly. That smirk curled a bit wider on his lips. Hmm, who knew that it would be so erotic watching Vegeta do this. She had ideas but they were never like this.

~Aw baby think you can

Be my girl, I'll be your man~

As he moved his hands down over his stomach, those onyx eyes kept her blue ones hostage. They were smoldering, eyelids lowered, a heat blazing in them. Smirked as he licked his lips, he turned, more posing then dancing really, but he showed off his body so well, it was one of the many things he was good at. Lifting her arms again, she watched as the muscles played in his back, bunching and flexing with each turn of his body. She was caught up in the sheer power that radiated from him. Licking her lips, she watched that nice behind flex beneath his blue boxers. Her mouth went dry.

His hips started to move again, grinding, moving in a slow sensual rhythm, turning her on more. Bulma could almost feel those hips flex against her own. Not touching him was driving her crazy. Her hands itched as he turned, still caught up in the beat, her stomach flexing, tight. She noticed that his nipples had hardened. Well, at least she wasn't the only one getting a kick out of this.

~Someone full of fun

Do me 'till I'm well done~

Vegeta grinned at the lyrics as he cast another heated gaze at her. He could smell her wetness in the air, she was ripe for the picking. Time to put it up a notch. Sliding his hands down over his stomach again, Vegeta, hooked his thumbs into the edge of his boxers. Wiggling his hips, that wolfish grin came back to his lips as he saw her eyes dilate and focus on his hands. Slowly, rocking his hips, he pulled the boxers down and then tossed them to the side. He then stood up, gloriously naked.

Bulma moaned slightly. To say that his heat was fully effecting him was an understatement. The boxers were baggy enough to hide just how much. She licked her lips, her eyes traveling up is very delectable length. He was hard, very hard, the tip hitting his stomach as his hips still moved, grinding. Her hands strayed down to the front of her robe, fingers finding the knot in the sash. Vegeta shook his head and then walked over , slowly lowering himself down on the couch, his mood for the dance over. He had other ideas. Still with the premiss of making her hot without touching her, he lay a hand on his stomach, rubbing it slightly over the ribbed flesh.

"Not yet, Woman. Let me just look at you now. The show isn't over." Her eyes widened slightly and her hand clenched in the fabric of the robe. Smirking, he tilt his head and ran his eyes over her. Even at her age, she had a body to die for. Still, it wasn't just her body that captured him, it was her soul, her mind, the whole package. Licking his lips, his eyes focused on her own lips, on how wet then were , how pouty they were, how they felt wrapped around his shaft. Groaning, his hand made the very short jump from his stomach to his shaft.

Bulma gasped. In all there time together, he'd never done this in front of her. But there he was, slowly running his palm along the length of his shaft. She bit her lip, almost moaning at the sight. He leaned back a groaning, wondering if this was such a good idea. He had been ready for her ever since the middle of his training session. He thought the cold shower would help, but as he should have known, it didn't. He had been walking in painful arousal for the past nine hours. He held out because he knew it would be all the sweeter if he waited to the night. Still, the feel of his hand to his length made him realize how close he truly was to losing it. Now it had become a competition with himself, to see if he could get her hold enough for her to jump him before he came in his own hand. It was always all or nothing with him.

~Little Bo Peep

Cumin' from my stun gun~

Bulma moaned and the sound spurred him onward. Her scent drifted, so enticing, in the air. Soon, he opened his eyes and stared right into hers. Groaned seeing how bright they were, how heated. She needed him, but that wasn't enough, he wanted her as crazed as he was. Slowly, keeping her eyes in his gaze, he moved his hand up and down his shaft. His hips jerked , the contacted needed yet not enough, never enough. Watched as her teeth grazed her lower lip. Her hands tightened in the cloth of her robe and he decided to be a touch merciful.

"Open your robe, woman, let me see you." He commanded, his voice low, filled with lust and want. Slowly, she undid the knot in the sash and then pulled the robe open. He growled as she pulled it off, laying bare before him. Her still proud breasts thrust up, nipples hard as stone. Her still flat stomach was tight and her hips gave gentle rocking motions. He could see and smell the wetness on her inner thighs. A small triangle of blue curls colored her mound, the curls wet with her dew. Gods, how he wanted to taste her. Licking his lips, his hand moved up, fingers rubbing around the head, gathering the smooth moisture that was appearing at the tip.

Bulma moaned softly, not caring who heard her. The music was loud enough so that no one outside would hear them. Licking her lips, she eyed the magnificent male leaning back on the armrest before her. He took his time, sliding his fingers up and down his shaft, teasing himself, dragging out the pleasure. His hips flexed slightly, shaft sliding in his hand.

~Beware take care

Most motherfuckers

Have a cold ass stare

Aw baby please be there

Suck my kiss cut me my share~

"Oh, Dende, Vegeta." Bulma breathed, her hands hovering over her breasts, her nipples aching for a touch , a kiss , a lick. His eyes narrowed and he shook his head. Moaning in frustration, she watched as he continued to please himself, his hand moving a touch faster over the slick shaft.

"Hmm, wish it was your hands stroking me, Bulma, but you did want a show. Hmm, I can almost feel them, soft and supple, breaking my control. Or better yet, your lips, nice and wet surrounding me, your mouth hot , tongue, stroking me." Vegeta said, shocking Bulma almost. He rarely talked during the act, but when he said her name, it set shivers down her spine, he said it with such need in his voice, such heat and almost soul searing lust. His voice was deep, growling." I want to taste you, Bulma, lick every inch of you, take you so may times you won't be able to move. Make you scream my name all night till your throat is hoarse. I want to be in you, where you hold me tight and warm, deep within you, where you drive me to madness."

~Hit me you can't hurt me suck my kiss

Kiss me please pervert me stick with this~

Bitting down on her lip, Bulma's legs shifted , her hips jerked with every move of his hand. His back had arched, hips flexing, head tilted back, a low groan vibrating from his throat. He was in throes. She couldn't take it any longer, she needed him, wanted him, had to have him inside her.

With a growl of her own, she moved and pounced on him, lowering herself till her lips surrounded the tip of his shaft. The contact shocked him, rendering one of the few gasps to ever escape his lips. His whole body went tense, and she knew he was too far gone. He was going to come. His hand left his shaft as his arms lifted and his hands buried themselves in her thick hair.

Grinning, she slowly slid his shaft down into her mouth and down her throat, having mastered her gag reflex long ago. A growl escaped him as her nose brushed his stomach.

Quickly, she worked him, her throat massaging his shaft, tongue dancing around the sensitive underside. His fingers tightened in her hair. She winced just slightly as her head bobbed, up and down. His hips flexed and that's when she knew she was no longer in control. Gripping her head in his hands, he proceeded to plunge his shaft in and out of her mouth. She kept her lips tight, feeling the tightness within him, feeling how slowly his muscles bunched. He was growling non stop. His thrusts became frantic and that's when she opened her throat. On cue, he stiffened, a huge tremor running through his body. His essence flooded her mouth. She swallowed. There were many women who didn't , but she loved the taste of him.

Soon, his hips lowered and his hands relaxed in her hair. He was still hard within her mouth so she started to clean him, earning a low, pleasured groan from him. Smirking, she lifted her head and licked her lips. " Waiting a long time for that, have ya?" She said, lifting a brow. Her answer as a growl as he sat up and grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. She sat on him, his hard shaft trapped beneath her. She could feel the heat of him brushing her wet lips. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his neck."Oh, Dende, Vegeta, take me, please, I'm more then ready."

~Is she talking dirty

Give to me sweet sacred bliss

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss~

Smirking, Vegeta looked into her cloudy eyes and then leaned in. Capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, he could taste himself on her lips, which flared the primal urges within him, making the heat hotter. He was hot to the touch, sweat covering his olive flesh. His hair had dried and was now standing up in true style. He wrapped one arm around her and then lowered his free hand down, his fingers sweeping over her wet nether lips. Bulma jumped and then moaned into his mouth. Dipping one finger in, He knew she was truly wet. Withdrawing his finger, he then broke the kiss and then brought the finger up to his lips. As she watched, his slowly sucked her moisture off, smacking his lips when he was done. Bulma wiggled in his lap, needing relief.

Grabbing her hips, he leaned back and positioned her over his proudly standing shaft. Catching her eyes, he slowly lowered down, his eyes closing , head tipping back as the warm wet heat of her womanhood surrounded him. She fit him like a glove, still tight after two children. She moaned above him, settling down on him, her hips rocking , taking his full length. He opened his eyes once he felt her hands grasp his shoulders. He was is a slightly reclined position with her seated on him. Slowly, she started to move, up and down, his hands steading her thrusts. When she found her rhythm, his hands made their way up to her bouncing breasts. Cupping them, making her moan anew, his thumbs rubbed over the hard nipples. Groaning , she arched her back, still taking him in slow grinds. Grinning, he leaned up and captured one nipple in his mouth, the hand holding it, squeezing and massaging the plush flesh. He sucked on it, drawing it deep within his hot mouth. He let out a soft groan, needing to taste her sweet nipples all day.

~Look at me can't you see

All I really want to be

Is free from a world

That hurts me

I need relief

Do you want me girl

To be your thief~

Her hips moved to the rhythm of the guitar from the song, rocking and undulating. He flexed his hips upwards, sending his shaft deeper within her, hitting her pleasure spot. Gasping, her nails sunk into his shoulders, drawing out his animal. She had drawn blood, he could smell it. It fueled his hunger, made his passions run more dark. He heard the little moans and coos that escaped her lips as he switched his mouth over to the neglected nipple, his hand taking up were he left off with the other, rolling and tugging on the wet , hard nub.

~Aw baby just for you

I'd steal anything that you want me to~

Bulma opened her eyes and then looked down, watching as he sucked on her nipples, his mouth wrapped around one, his hand still playing with the other. He was focused on the task at hand, so she started to tighten and relax her inner walls around his shaft in time with her thrusts. That made his eyes snap open. They locked onto hers, the deep, dark fire there making her burn.

She started to speed up the pace of her movements, still tightening and relaxing around him. He pulled his lips away from her breasts to groan, his hands tightly squeezing them. She hissed , it was a touch painful, but she enjoyed it. Bowing her head, she took his lips with hers, they fought for dominance, teeth gnashing, tongues licking and soothing, engrossed in one another.

~K-i-s-s-i-n-g

Chicka chicka dee

Do me like a banshee~

The tempo increased, both breathing the kiss, panting, sweaty, bodies sliding against one another. Bulma leaned back and the rested herself on her hands, which where placed on his knees. Started to roll her hips. His hands came down to grasp them, pulling them into a satisfying rhythm. Both lost themselves, each arching their back, their hips thrusting. It was coming to a point, both could feel it.

~Low brow is how

Swimming in the sound

Of bow wow wow

Aw baby do me now

Do me here I do allow~

Soon, the moans spilled out from Bulma's mouth, echoed in her mate with growls. They moved in a punishing pace, but soon found what they were searching for. It washed over them in a flash, both unprepared. The last thing Bulma heard before tumbling over the edge was her name being moaned from her love's lips. They both tensed, still moving in jerky motions, finding the release they had been building up for.

~Hit me you can't hurt me suck my kiss

Kiss me please pervert me stick with this

Is she talking dirty

Give to me sweet sacred bliss

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss~

When they regained their senses, the song had played over again. Bulma lay limply on her mate, her whole body weak and sated. She cooed, moving to place soft kisses on his chest. Growling, he picked her up, wrapping her legs around him. He stood, arms a touch shaky, his legs also a bit unsteady. Held her as he picked up the remote

~Should of been, could of been

Would of been dead

If I didn't get the message

Goin' to my head

I am what I am

Most motherfuckers

Don't give a damn

Aw baby think you can

Be my girl, I'll be your man~

He clicked the CD player off and then made his way out of the room with his precious cargo. Flicking the light off, they left. As he carried her up the starts, still firmly held within her, he took a deep breath. The scent of sex lingered in the air. Grinned, knowing his brat had finally reached manhood. Making his way to their door, he opened it. He heard her gentle breath on his shoulder, her head heavily resting upon it. She was asleep. It was just as well.

Making his way in, closing the door. He moved to their bed, pulled the sheets down ad then lowered both her ad himself into them. Pulling them up, they laid that way, still joined. A soft look past over his face as he brushed a few strands of blue hair out of her eyes. Leaning in, he bit her nose gently. Then the felt her teeth grasp his chin. Even in sleep, she knew his touch. Grinning, he let go of her nose ad soon found sleep with her.

To be continued....

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