Tease
Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Kombat or any of the characters.
Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone for reading and reviewing for the first part of Tease; your enthusiasm is amazing and I really do write for you guys. I haven't been this excited to write in a really long time and it's because of all the feedback I'm getting and I thank every single one of you for it. I really, truly hope this doesn't disappoint you guys.
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Johnny ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he wandered the house, aimlessly searching for his ex wife. He could occasionally hear her behind him, in front of him, in another room but she was always one step ahead.
He was going to let her have it when he finally caught her.
Muscles tight, patience pushed to the limit, blood pressure at boiling point he stalked her like a lion. She was the prey and he the hunter. He needed her, needed to catch her, feel her body under him, around him.
There was movement behind him and he turned swiftly, catching a glimpse of her turning the corner into the kitchen. He quickly hurried after her but as soon as he rounded the corner, the kitchen light went off.
"Sonya," he warned as he carefully navigated the darkened room, mindful of the island in the center. "I'll admit, this was pretty cute at first but now you're just being ridiculous, babe."
She laughed from somewhere near him but he couldn't see her. Reaching out blindly, he felt around and after a few moments his hand grazed warm flesh but before he could grab her she was gone. She laughed again and he spun around, trying to pinpoint her location.
"I bet you're sexy when you're confused," she drawled, slowly inching closer to him. Stepping up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, hands traveling the planes of his chest. "What's wrong, darling? Lose something?"
Growling, he grabbed her hands and swung her around in front of him. "I'm tired of this game," he snarled, pulling her up against him.
"Aww," she cooed, her warm breath on his chest sending a shiver down his spine. "You don't even have time for just one more?"
He groaned, defeated. He could deny her nothing, not when she was being such a playful little minx. Not when she was pressed against him, skin on skin and definitely not when she wriggled against him like she was doing now.
"It's a small one," she breathed, slinking down his body and sinking to her knees in front of him. "I'm sure you'll love it."
She popped the button of his pants with deft fingers and he desperately wished he could see her. He wanted to see her, he needed to see her.
A sigh shuddered through him and his fingers wound in her hair as she pulled his jeans down and took him in her mouth. His head fell back in pure bliss as she worked her tongue over him; stroking him, sucking him.
He had always loved for her to pleasure him in this way but not for the purely physical reasons of most men. She was such a strong woman in her own right, able to tempt and wield power over him like no other but the fact that she deferred to him in this way, for him and him alone, it was more than physical. It was personal, emotional and a connection she knew he reveled in. It was one in a number of things she did that pushed him over the edge and she was doing it on purpose.
God he loved this woman.
She smiled around him, dragging a nail down his stomach, savoring how the muscles beneath her finger jumped at her touch. He satisfied her in so many ways and it was nice to know that she could give as much as she got.
"Oh babe," he groaned, knees buckling as she hummed around him, the vibration sending pleasure spiking in his veins. "Babe you gotta stop, I can't take this anymore."
She paid him no mind, moving her mouth down his length, gently scraping her teeth along him before sucking furiously on his head.
Emitting a strangled, agonized, primal sound he grabbed her arms and pulled her up against him. "Keep that up and I won't have anything left for you," he murmured on an exhale.
She giggled, dropping a kiss to the center of his chest. "You know I seem to remember you being able to go multiple times a night," she teased, slipping away as he tried to fold her into his arms. "You're not getting old on me, are you?"
His brow furrowed and he swung a hand through the darkness but he only caught air. Another laugh rang out and the next thing he knew her outline was darting through the kitchen door, illuminated by the light from the rest of the house. Swearing, he quickly pulled up his pants and ran after her.
She knew how to push his buttons, he'd give her that but it wouldn't save her from how frustrated he was or how badly he wanted her to pay for her torturous teasing.
As soon as he stepped out into the hallway the light in the living room flickered on then off, letting him know which way to go. He paused just outside the door, listening for movement inside and when he heard none, continued toward the stairs. He was about to pass over them completely but a brief glance up toward the second floor stopped him in his tracks. There on the stairwell, in plain sight, was a pair of jeans. The exact same jeans she'd shimmied into earlier in the day, no doubt with the intention of driving him to madness. The very pair that hugged her legs like a second skin and cupped her behind in such a way that it almost made him jealous.
Eyeing the discarded denim intently, he slowly made his way to the second floor. A girlish giggle momentarily distracted him and he looked up to see the tiniest pair of underwear known to man flying toward him, accompanied by the sound of retreating footsteps. He caught the scrap of cloth effortlessly, bringing it to his nose as he continued on his way.
She was a very, very naughty girl.
"Honey," he called, slowly making his way to their bedroom. "Daddy's home."
Sonya squirmed where she lay in the middle of their bed; she never knew that turning him on could be so pleasurable for her. Knowing that he was chasing her, following along with her little game, not breaking the rules despite knowing that he wanted to was so arousing. He could have turned the tables so many times but he didn't. That he restrained himself just to please her had her toes curling and her insides clenching and he wasn't even in the same room.
She could hear him drawing closer and, thrumming with anticipation and a pulsing need, her fingers slowly traveled the length of her torso, stopping briefly to circle her navel before dipping lower. The tip of her index finger brushed her clitoris just as he stepped around the corner. She let out a low moan as he stopped at the foot of the bed, eyes darkening at the sight that greeted him.
If he hadn't been turned on before, he sure as hell was now.
With the speed of an eager sixteen year old virgin, he rid himself of his jeans and was on her in no time. Yanking her hand away from her sex and pinning it above her head, he leaned down with a snarl. "That is my job."
Bringing one large hand to the inside of her thigh, he began a slow massage as he kissed his way down her body, straying from the beaten path and sucking a pert peak into the hot cavern of his mouth. He suddenly squeezed her thigh roughly, in direct contrast to the soothing rotation of his tongue and she moaned, arching off the bed.
"Enjoy that, do you?" he grumbled, releasing her nipple with a noisy pop.
Whining, she fisted the sheets under her as his mouth journeyed lower. She mewled, squirming when his tongue darted out, lapping at her like a hungry cat. Her writhing quickly turned to spasming and just when she thought he would allow her release, he stopped. A frustrated growl escaped her as he stilled, the flat of his tongue resting against her and after a moment, her hips slowly began to move.
He wanted her to work for it. He wanted her to be a slave to him just as she'd made him her slave earlier.
She slowly rode out her pleasure against him, the pressure in her womb building until she could feel her orgasm. It was within reach; just a few more strokes but he wouldn't allow it. A heavy hand on her stomach halted her movements and she cried out in frustration. He waited for a couple of beats, just long enough for her high to die down, for her sensitivity to lessen before furiously resuming his assault.
"Johnny, please," she whimpered, violently tugging on the sheets.
His onslaught increased at her plea and he couldn't stop himself from granting her completion. His plan to make her suffer was thrown all to hell at the sound of her voice, her desperation for him and what only he could give her.
Her liberation was explosive and a pleasurable warmth flooded him as the nails of one hand tore through the sheets with a satisfying rip. Leaning on his elbow, chin propped in his hand, he was unable to look away. Gleaming blue eyes were riveted to her through it all and he was unsure which sight was more gratifying: her coming undone beneath him or the dazed smile she sent him afterward.
A crooked finger beckoned him to her and he slowly crawled back up over her sweating, heaving torso until his face was hovering just above hers. "That what you had in mind?" he wondered with a sly smirk, male ego swelling to diabolical heights when she simply nodded, still unable to form coherent thought. He hummed thoughtfully as he leaned down, dropping a sweet kiss to the end of her nose. "I think I can handle that."
"You handled it quite well in my opinion," she breathed, hooking her leg around one of his. "But can you handle the main event?"
He ground against her, causing her to hiss at the sudden stimulation to her oversensitive core. "I can take anything you can dish out," he assured, positioning himself at her entrance.
Surprising him with an unexpected surge of strength, she flipped them over. "Sure you have enough stamina, grandpa?" she teased against his lips, breath hitching as he suddenly thrust his hips upward, entering her without preamble.
"Well ring the bell, babe and we'll find out."
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Okedokey, that's it; that's all you crazy people get from me. Please leave a review and tell me what you think and remember to be gentle: second lemony/lime ever. I'm a work in progress.