Ok, I'm back writing this fic again. So sorry for the delay.
Quick recap - Vegeta and Bulma had flirted shamelessly, until it came to a head while they both had a hot, steamy gym session. Vegeta so distracted by our hot BAMF Bulma, he fell off the treadmill.
Bulma agreed to a date with him, which he rocked up to on a motorbike. After showing him up on a mechanical bull, their date was rained out. Forcing them to run. Finally Bulma gave in and kissed him, then agreed to go back to his place.
So... S. .S ... y'all, this was steamy to write. *fans self*
Enjoy it!
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Part 5 -You fit perfectly
Her body had been shivering from her drenched clothes. The sight of her, wet, shaking before him. It was too much. He longed for her.
"Fuck, I want to kiss you so bad" He said, leaning over and touching his forehead to hers. Their lips so close he could feel her hot breath being pushed against his wet skin. Her body tensed under him, his hands still intertwined in hers.
"Then do it"
It was all he needed to hear from her. His body moved without questions, locking her into one of the most delirious kiss he had ever had. He wanted this woman so bad.
In a matter of minutes they had pulled up to his apartment. Sufficiently soaked from the ride through the streets.
He couldn't even bear to look at her as he grabbed the helmet from her. Her stunning eyes expressing her thoughts, full lips slightly opened to allow her laboured breath out. Her hair, wet and plastered to her face, her skin showing through her wet top. Everything about her was so alluring, especially when she wasn't trying. Unable to trust himself, he led her inside, just holding her hand. Worried he would take her there and then, out in the open if he looked back at her, even for a second.
Were his steps always this long? They just kept going, endlessly. Or was his mind slowing down time. Still unhinged from her body pressed against him no doubt. Even though the rain and wind made the short ride on his bike absolutely freezing, their body's were on fire. Her legs squeezed hard and her grip around his waist noticeably tighter this time.
Hardly containing his hot panting, Vegeta slipped his key into the lock, leading her inside his apartment.
"Let me get you some dry clothes" He said, dropping his keys into a small bowl next to the door.
"Ok"
Ok? That was it? Was she regretting this decision?
Fuck he hoped not.
Her presence in his mind was getting to crisis levels. He wanted more, he needed it.
Disappearing into his bedroom, he started pacing back and forth for a few moments. Trying to gain back control of his thoughts. Honestly, he wanted to respect her job. But at the same time, his body screamed for her.
Running his hands through his hair, he approached his dresser. What was going through her head? Should he initiate another kiss? Touch her?
In the past, winging it worked well, reading the woman expertly in front of him. But this time all his confidence to read her was tarnished by his all encompassing, stinging need. What other choice did he have than to just face her? Go with it, she had decided to come back after all. Finally, grabbing old clothes out for Bulma, he returned to his living room, finding her browsing through photos scattered around the walls.
"Here you go" He said hand outstretched.
Bulma's attention fell onto him, she met his gaze and smiled. Without saying a word, her body began to stalk toward him. Stopping only inches from his face, she raised her arms.
A moment of confusion was soon dissolved as his mind clicked over in understanding. He threw the clothes onto the lounge and stepped even closer, his face dipping and slipping in beside hers. Hot air tingling the other's skin into a frenzy. Enveloping his arms around her, the electrifying feeling of her eyes impaling into him made his whole body shudder. grasping her shirt he began lifting the wet material from her body.
"Is this ok?" He asked, his fingers dragging up her sides."Doing this?" He said, suggesting she wasn't getting undressed to just get back into dry clothes.
The shirt covered her face for a moment, hiding her immediate response. Giving her time to consider her next words carefully, and creating a handicap for him. After the material was removed from her completely, the wet heavy material slapped as it connect with his cold hard floorboards.
Before he met her eyes again, he absorbed as much of her glistening, supple wet skin as he could. Her tits were fucking perfect, shaped into soft mounds. They certainly weren't fake. Fuck they would look amazing bouncing around while he drilled into her. Flicking back up, he met her gaze. Her eyes glowed with a burning hunger.
Fuck. This was ok. No more holding back.
"I'm at your apartment aren't I?" She purred, her lip curved to the side. Hands grabbing heavily at his own soaked top. "What are you going to do with me now I'm here?"
"Oh fuck, Bulma" He groaned hard. "You have no idea"
"Tell me"
He gripped her waist like a vice grip, if only to stop them from ripping the rest of her clothes from her. And maybe to stop his hands trembling too.
Maybe.
There was no fucking way he was going to punk out. Especially now he had her in front of him, responding exactly how he had dreamt and wished she would. Vegeta knew exactly what he wanted to do with her. To her.
"Enough talk Bulma Briefs, how about I show you?"
As if reading his thoughts, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ok"
At the conclusion of her affirmation. His hands swung to her ass. Grabbing flesh through her tight jeans and squeezing tightly, he forced the weight of her lower body up onto his hips. A little yelp escaped her. He presumed at being picked up so easily. He had heard it a million times before on stage.
"Oh my god"
He felt the smirk start inside his mind as it escaped to his jaw. How many times had she imagined him picking her up after watching his show. She had been right, it truly was foreplay. He would love to know what she fantasised about, so he could overwhelm her senses by making them come true.
"Look at that, you fit perfectly" He growled, rolling her hips in his grip. Forcing her core to drag across him.
"Holy shit" She moaned
With a few steps he was behind his sofa, easing her torso onto the back cushions. Body rippling down in a sway, one of her hands reached up to her forehead. Her face flushed red with passion. God-fucking-damn she looked so irresistible. Hands were all over her, touching, grabbing, slapping her bouncing mounds. Her hands locked firmly around his forearms. Mouth curved in moans and pleas. Without any more suggestions from his hands, her hips rolled down and back up over his cock, sliding her cunt across him.
In pure adulterated lust he gripped her bra where both cups met, with a significant force he pulled it down. Releasing her glorious tits from their cage.
"Fucking hell" He said, leaning down and taking her full flesh and pert nipples inside his mouth. "You're a fucking goddess Bulma"
Slender fingers made their way through his hair as he bit and sucked at her. Pulling him hard up to her again. The impossibility of kissing any harder than a moment ago was somehow met. They found a new pace, laced with intense pinning that had lasted weeks. Finally tasting each other. She reciprocated his fever, pressing her wet tongue urgently inside his mouth. Soft moans making him fucking wild.
"The things I've thought about doing to you" He groaned through their licks. "Do you know how much you turn me on?"
"Fuck, Vegeta" She pulled away. "We shouldn't, oh my god..."
"You don't want to?"
She bit her lower lip hard, contemplating and groaning.
"Yes. Fuck yes"
He kissed her hard again. The red lipstick she wore was all over his face, exactly how her wetness was about to cover his.
Pulling her up off the back of the couch, he retreated slightly. Bending his knees and resting a tight arm against her back. He lowered them both to the floor. Her head flung back in his embrace, completely trusting him with her body. Breathing intensified between them, both desperate for more air to oxygenate their pulsing, hot bodies.. Like some of the women at his shows, her hips naturally girated against him. Back arching, hands grabbing and pulling him closer.
Laying, wriggling on her back now. He could finally use his strong calloused hands to trace a pathway for his lips.
"Vegeta.."
Hips thrust into her, alerting her to his extremely hard dick. "Fuck" She moaned as his rhythm fell deliciously into her own. Her chest was rolling along with her hard breathing, little sweet moans penetrating his ears.
Upping his tempo, he slid his whole body down hers. One hand grasping the button of her jeans, with ease her flicked the small piece of metal from its cage. The slacked pants came down off her hips easily with one more tug. Back on his haunches now, he grabbed the material covering each leg and pulled. Her hips obediently raised, allowing them to slide off her.
Seductively, she watched him discard them as he returned his hands to her thighs. Her hunger was ever evident. Putting pressure on them to spread, she again, complied.
Black laced panties contained her soaked cunt. Moving his face toward her, he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue firmly against her folds through the flimsy material.
Loudly she proclaimed her approval of his face between her legs. "Fuck!"
Her hot flesh radiated through the barrier. The lace already wet with her juices. Burying his mouth and nose into her, inhaling her scent into his lungs hard. Savouring every fucking second.
"You smell so fucking good" He flicked his dark eyes to look up to her. "Can I taste you?"
Something strange flashed across her face. Instantly she retreated from him, leaving his hands cupping the cool air in the wake of her body.
"We shouldn't be... fuck! What am I doing?" She moaned, grabbing at her clothes that had been thrown about his apartment.
"Wait, Bulma…"
"I'm sorry, Vegeta." She said, hyperventilating. "Holy shit!"
His balls raged inside his pants, begging him to tell them this was a sick joke. His cock raged along with them.
"It's ok, I'm sorry if I went too far" He forced himself to say.
"No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here" She said, trying to put her wet jeans back on. "Fuck"
Quickly he got back on his feet and grabbed the clothes from the couch. Guilt rising up from the depths of his horny soul. He had promised himself he would respect her and her work. "Fuck"
Fuck indeed.
"At least put these on" He offered.
The darkness of the night and storm did nothing to dampen her radiant blue eyes. They connected with his, calming with his words. A soft smile spreading across her smudged red lips.
"Thank you"
Accepting his clothes, her thumb rose to his lip, wiping away the evidence of her lipstick.
"That's a nice colour on you"
After one of the most excruciating rides home, she said goodbye to her sexy source and slammed his huge manly truck door closed. The truck pulling away once she had unlocked her door.
He had apologised again before she retreated. Thick with remorse for letting himself go too far. But honestly, she didn't feel he needed to apologise. Knowing how much he wanted her. Not to mention the respect he showed, after she pulled away, was the most intoxicating thing a man had ever done. Normally a guilt trip for getting him revved up, and backing out would have exploded out of any other male. But he really did respect her. His actions spoke louder than any of his words did.
Shutting her heavy wooden door behind her, she whacked her stupid head against it. Then a few extra times for good measure.
Defeated and horribly turned on. She took herself to her bathroom and showered. Washing away her perceived sins. Her big soft bed called out her name as she plunged into its comforting, all encompassing mattress.
Naturally she picked her phone up from the bedside table, unhooking it from the charging cord. He hadn't texted her.
Fuck.
Bulma: Hey look, I'm really sorry about tonight. It was my fault.
Popping her phone back she buried her face into her pillow and screamed out in frustration. Her pussy would not let her forget this any time soon. She was going to have to do something about it in order to sleep.
The way he moved above her, handled her, ground on her. His dirty, fucking mouth. God. She had never been so enthralled with a man before. He really knew how to make her feel sexy. Wanted.
A loud piercing ring brought her from her thoughts.
"Hi" She said coyly, answering the phone.
"Hey" He said softly. "Look, you don't have to apologise. You've said no to me enough t…"
"Vegeta, I want to fuck you"
He let out a long sigh. "Don't say that! Fuck, after I just dropped you home"
"But we can't, at least, until this story is done with" She sighed. "I don't know, I just can't"
Again he sighed. More frustration this time embedded in it. "So what do you want from me?"
"Come to the launch party, it's in two weeks time"
Silence.
"Bulma are you asking me on a date?"
It escaped her before she could catch it. She laughed hard.
"Yes it's a date"
"What do I wear?"
"A suit"
"Ok"
"Cool"
Silence radiated again. She bit her lip, unable to let herself say what she really wanted to. She was a professional. Yes, she was. However, she was also a hot red-blooded woman, who was deeply attracted to the man on the other side of the phone.
Hormones rushed back into her system.
She was in luck, however, because he didn't seem to have a filter like she did.
"I've never been this attracted to anyone Bulma. I really want to fuck you, over and over again. I don't know if I'll be able to stop"
A smile invaded her face, grinning she giggled. "Me either"
"You are so fucking sexy" His voice dropped low, a pulsating moan traced after his words.
Her eyebrow raised in curiousity. Was he?
"Vegeta…"
"Yes Bulma?"
"Are you stroking your cock right now?"
Silence.
"Can you blame me?"
No, no she couldn't. The enormity of being inside his apartment, his face immersed between her legs. Honestly, it had freaked her out. Her job was important to her and in the moment, after a loss of inhibitions, fear came roaring back.
But now in the privacy of her room. His husky voice on the other end of her phone. It felt, safe. Plus, she knew he was pulling his dick over her. His need so desperate, It was intoxicating. Her own desires had been flamed and she could not extinguish them. At least, not yet.
Rolling onto her back, she gave in. Slipping her hand inside her silky shorts. Slicking her fingers in her own wetness.
"No" She moaned. "I can't blame you"
"What are you doing?"
"Finishing what you started"
"Oh fuck" He said, she could hear the hip thrust from her side of the phone. "I'm so fucking turned on right now. Thinking of you touching yourself, your wet pussy"
"And you did such a great job of making me wet, Vegeta"
"Oh yeah? Tell me what you would want me to do if I was with you right now?"
She threw her head back and groaned in pain. "Uh, this is torture"
"Tell me"
"Your face between my legs was pretty good"
"Mmm, you smelt so fucking good. I can't wait to taste you properly. have you so wet its slicks down past your asshole and onto the bedsheets"
She pushed two of her finger tips inside herself, feeling her spongy walls, coating her fingers further. "Oh my god"
"Lick and suck at your cunt until you cum all over my face. Oh fuck" He groaned. "I love licking pussy"
"Do you?"
"Yeah, I do. And I'm good at it too"
Laughter erupted again. "I can't wait to test out that claim"
He laughed this time. "I can't wait to feel how tight you are, I bet you would feel fucking amazing wrapped around my cock"
She heard him pumping his cock this time, it sounded exactly how a cock thrusting into a pussy sounded. Wet and sticky. Her thoughts went wild. She wished she had gotten to see his cock before she shut it all down.
Fucking idiot.
"I wish I got to see your cock"
"You'll have to wait, punishment for making me wait"
"I bet you have a gorgeous cock" She said, slipping her fingers out of her slit and encircling her clit, spreading them apart and stroking the side of her swollen bud.
"Mmmm, It would look better stretching out your cunt"
"Oh my god, you are so dirty"
"You have no idea"
"I'm so fucking turned on right now"
"I want to hear you cum, let me imagine it is me doing it"
"It is because of you. I'm sure you could make me cum"
"I know I could Bulma, but you won't let me" He hissed through gritted teeth. "I think I'll have to punish you for that"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, I'm going to destroy you"
Throbbing muscles inside her propelled her closer to climax. "Yes please" She whispered into the phone as she shut her eyes. Imagine him naked on top of her, grabbing at her as his expert hip thrust into her.
"Fuck, you are so sexy"
"I'm close" She admitted.
"Same"
"Vegeta?"
"Yeah?"
"I have a thing for having cum shot onto my face" She purred. "I love being on my knees and have a big load exploded all over me"
"Ohhh f...fuck" He groaned loudly, picking up his own tempo. "You are such a fucking naughty girl"
"Stick my tongue out hungrily waiting for your hot cum"
Her pussy clenched as she slipped fingers inside herself, her other hand moving to her clit. Rubbing again to climax.
"You are a fucking goddess, I'm going to cum so fucking hard"
"Cum for me Vegeta" She moaned, her own climax rising.
"Fuck" He growled. "Fuck! I'm cumming"
Her walls snared her fingers as she also fell over the edge. Listening to the hot personal trainer yell in pleasure, because of her. His grunts were such a fucking turn on. All of them for her.
Her own orgasm ripped through her, sending delicious pulses through her body. Making her quiver and yelp.
"Fuck" She heard him breath through the phone.
"Oh my god" She echoed.
"You are so fucking hot Bulma."
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