DO NOT DISTURB, CEOs 'STRATEGISING'
Title: Do not disturb, CEOs 'strategising'
Author: vespertinesoul
Characters: Tony/Pepper
Rating: NC-17 for extremely explicit scenes
Status: complete, one-shot.
A.N: for the challenge 09: Naughty or Nice. My first smutty fic.
Summary: The prototype for the newest StarkTech is shown in a successful demonstration that reaps in business offers and makes putting it on the market an achieved goal. Naturally, the joint CEOs of Stark Enterprises, Potts and Stark sequester themselves in Tony's office for some much needed ... strategising.
The demonstration was going very well, as shown by all the victorious grins shared by the R&D guys, and the happy approval of all the rest. Some of their potential business partners wore admiring looks on their faces. This project had been close to Tony’s heart all along, had been nothing but his own brain child since the very beginning, so it was only fitting for him to give the final demonstration.
And since his own personal interest was more than invested in this project, he had shown up - gaaaaaaaasp - early, for once, to go ahead with the presentation.
Pepper had been tremendously pleased by this, this most rare occasion: his actual co-operation. And the things they had achieved in the last three months alone at Stark Enterprises was enough to make her head spin with dizzy pride.
Tony’s eyes were lit with an inner zealous sparkle as he waved his arms energetically and the crowd assembled ate it all up. He walked up and down the small stage, fluidly, as he always did when he gave talks in front of a crowd. Walking gave him time and the chance to absorb himself inside the intricate web of his genius mind, made it possible for his charming public persona to come out to the fullest. It allowed him to do all this whilst maintaining a calming, stabilising hold on his thoughts. Movement always gave him flow, structured his thoughts and helped him overcome an otherwise restless sort of anxiety.
Pepper mused that perhaps if they’d had him move up and down the stage as he was doing now, when he’d done that fateful ‘I AM Iron Man’ conference, the outcome might not have been quite so … melodramatic.
The public thought that Tony Stark was slick as an oil puddle, and could commandeer any situation to suit his benefits. The public was in fact only partially right.
Pepper knew that, in reality, Tony Stark hated standing up in front of a crowd and talk ‘until his balls dropped.’ She mentally rolled her eyes at such a description. And because of his character traits and mind on-set, he did the only thing he thought was available to him: he charmed, he sweet-talked, he showed off, he joked, made everyone else seem like ants to his magnificent eagle, his Starkness. It was a way to tamp down on the stressful response that would otherwise temper his body.
His ‘Starkness’.
She snorted silently at that particular memory, and focused her attention back on this infuriating, enigmatic, utterly charming, exhausting man.
“…with this, ladies and gentleman, our planet’s future is guaranteed to not only be rosier, but more importantly healthier, prosperous, greener. For your consideration: The Altura.”
The driver behind Tony started the vehicle with a simple button and the crowd watched, impressed, as the futuristic automobile smoothly rolled away, emitting no gas, or fumes, or even requiring any sort of solar or electric energy input to run. The gatherers clapped their hands, and Tony cast them all a brilliant smile and his trademark peace sign. He finally jumped off the stage to start sealing deals, shaking a hand here, patting a shoulder there.
Likewise on the other side of the group, Pepper as CEO of Stark Enterprises, was charming a lot of potential business partners and clients. The men were instantly beguiled by her brilliant presence, the epitome of smooth efficiency. The women immediately felt a connection with her, a like-minded kindred spirit who made no excuses, compromises or side-tracks in the harsh world of business to make her way. A true business queen of their time.
They had so many reasons to look up to her example and respect the woma:, the way she conducted business, the way she made people want to be a part of the latest SE project. And, it was rumoured, this was the only woman - heck, the only person - who managed to reign in and firmly guide the likes of Tony Stark into a somewhat more cohesive path, instead of letting him destructively ramble all over the place; this was a gargantuan task. For that alone, the woman deserved their respect.
Once the deals were made, some sealed right there with SE’s oldest partners, others to be formalised once contracts were put on paper, the two joint CEOs caught up to each other and by unspoken agreement started making their way to their joint offices.
Tony smiled winningly at Pepper and squeezed her hand, their fingers seeking and finding each other, palms clasped, fingers interlacing intimately. “I can honestly say I am glad this is finally over and done with, ready to take off into production line and the market.”
Pepper’s lips quirked, her glance into his eyes a conspiratorial one, like they were in their own little world and no one outside of it entered, like they alone understood each other perfectly on some unfathomable level.
In truth that is exactly what it was like, sometimes. SE employees had gotten used to seeing their joint CEOs roaming their halls and corridors and act like … well.
Things had gradually evolved from two awkward people who suddenly found themselves sharing the same space after years of secret coveting, to moonstruck teenagers. And from moonstruck teenagers they had made the smooth transition into an intimate couple who were very happy to at last be sharing the same space. And finally they had changed into a couple in perfect symbiosis with each other - no easy feat, people were sure.
Sure, there had been plenty of rumours, disparaging comments, bets, whispered stories and wild allegations at the beginning of it, when the Expo had been damaged extensively due to Hammer and Vanko’s joint venture to destroy Iron Man and the guy inside it. But things had gradually settled, and people had gotten used to the fact that, yes, Pepper Potts and Tony Stark were in fact together together.
And what a sight they were to behold, as the two walked closely in the corridors with heads bent close together- They talked quietly and stared into each other’s eyes, their hands clasped. The secretarial pool always pulled a joint-fangirling move when they walked past like this, alternating between sighing sweetly (awwww!) or giggling quietly (they’re so darn cute!). They thought the two made such a cute couple, really; they couldn’t be more jealous of Pepper if they tried, but they were sensible women who knew what was best for themselves, and professionals, smart enough to know that it would in fact never be. If anyone acted out of line, Tony Stark’s retribution to a perceived slight on Miss Potts’ person would be … severe.
Mrs. Hamilton, their receptionist and most fervent (secret) fangirl admirer smiled politely at the two as they sailed past her desk and holed themselves up in Tony’s office. It was adjacent to Pepper’s and the only office bigger than hers.
She discreetly caught Tony’s brief meaningful glance and activated the protocol that ensured the two wouldn’t be disturbed short of an emergency, for the ... foreseeable future.
Tony Stark’s focused, intensely heated eyes lovingly caressed Pepper’s form, his stare piercing if that alone was anything to by - the way he always sexed her with his dark eyes alone - they’d be in the office … discussing strategies, for quite a while.
The door shut behind them discreetly, no apparent prelude to what would probably happen soon.
Tony’s heart leapt at the prospect, unconsciously making his stare hooded, wetting his lips in anticipation, flexing his fingers with hers.
Her phone went off and he silently cursed.
It always went off. She quickly spoke into it, her voice calmly collected, not breaking their hand-holding.
They seemed to both come to the same decision when they moved in tandem, two parts of the same whole, towards the comfy couches set to the left of the room, the large screen above them blank. Pepper perched herself smoothly on the armrest whereas Tony sprawled more comfortably on one of the cushions, never letting her hand go.
She spoke unhurriedly into the blasted contraption - and Tony Stark would have never thought he’d be jealous and downright hateful of a piece of technology; none as much as her (insert scornfully disdained tone of voice here) BlackBerry. He contented himself with drawing lazy circles with the pad of his thumb on the smooth skin of her hand, caressing it with seemingly innocent care.
He took the opportunity - not that he ever missed one - to study her slender form, elegantly wrapped in a light grey, black and white concoction that was both elegantly professional and deliciously feminine: his favourite combination. Knowing what the sinewy, toned, graceful form hidden beneath looked, felt and tasted like made his thoughts all the more incendiary.
Tony’s heated gaze locked onto her bust, its perfect proportions, the most delicious-tasting he had ever known - and oh, how intimately acquainted he was with each square inch of her delectable, freckled skin.
He let his enjoyment run rampant and took his sweet time looking at her, studying each and every one of her stunning, graceful curves, so slender and utterly irresistible. His eyes dipped from her shoulder and the sweet curve of her breast down her slender arm, moving more slowly down her ribcage. He bit the inside of his cheek as his eyes took in the way the fabric stretched across her hip - he thoroughly approved of her choice of dress today, ho-yeah - fighting the instant impulse his brain fired to just reach across and uncover the gorgeous way her hipbone flowed into that of her pelvis. The sight always made his throat exsiccated.
His trousers started becoming uncomfortably tight rather alarmingly fast. His repressed energy was expressed in the only way he could think of that didn’t involve ripping the damned phone from her hand, smashing it with relish under his expensive shoe, and have his wicked, wicked way with her. Tony started tapping at his knee, alternating between rat-a-taps of his fingertips and his knuckles. Moving his hands always helped calm him down.
As the conversation she was still having with whoever it was - and here Tony gritted his teeth in sheer frustration: hang up the phone already and let me have my Potts back!! - Pepper’s focus was now completely lost to him, her grip only perfunctory now, distracted.
Tony pouted at not having her complete attention; he’d never liked it when he wasn’t the only thing she was focused on, not when they were only working together, certainly not now they were a couple, for crying out loud!
Tony quietly sighed and regarded her with slightly narrowed eyes, the corner of his mouth turning down in that adorable - spoilt, sad little puppy - way of his: incidentally, the one he’d mastered when he was all of five, the one he knew drove Pepper crazy and generally made her putty in his greedy hands.
Years of running rampantly made his Ego rear its head, demanding and scheming ways to bring her attention back onto himself. He refused to think of it as the equivalent of ‘separation anxiety’ on an insecurely-attached individual or some other psychocrap, and let the more rational portion of his brain and conscious intervene: not to refuse, merely to delay.
By the time she finally got off the phone, Tony was about ready to snap with helpless want and diffused frustration. Turning to look at him, she had maybe a few seconds to read and recognise the look on his face, his eyes always so expressive and so unbearably intense when they looked at her. Her BlackBerry slid harmlessly to the carpeted floor. Her breathing instantaneously quickened and her pulse raced off to match it, but that was all she had time to register, before Pepper was literally pounced on by her impatient lover.
He grabbed her around the waist and brought her forward, making her land in a sprawled heap on his own reclining form, chest to chest. Pepper’s surprised squeak was instantly cut off as he pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss of demanding desire. Always an enthusiastic and generous lover, Tony went all out when it came to the physical side of their relationship; something he was doing for the first time in his life, because she was the only woman after his mother he had ever truly cared about, and the only one he had ever loved. Showing her the depth of his desire did no longer make him somewhat self-conscious - and before waking up with an electromagnet embedded in his chest, he’d have laughed himself silly at the thought of ever being self-conscious about anything.
Her hands came up and cupped both his cheeks as she returned the heated kiss nip by hungry nip, swipe of tongue by fervent swipe of tongue, wanting to melt into him. His hands roamed her upper back and began tracing the curve of her spine with great focus. Running his hands up towards her head, Tony tangled his fingers in her vibrant hair, cupping the back of her head, enjoying the way her silky locks felt against his rough digits. He loved it best like this, smooth and unfettered, unrestrained and luscious. And he loved her more when she was just like that, too.
Time to get nekkid, he thought.
He broke their kiss and nibbled his way along her jaw, alternating between tiny nips and small kisses. When he reached her ear, he deliberately breathed hotly into the delicate, elfin-like whorls, and clutched her tighter as she automatically shivered, chuckling darkly.
“Not fair, To-nny!” came her breathless voice, and the husky tones of her voice sent thrills through him.
He became mesmerised by the curves and sinews of her swan-like neck.
The texture of her skin and the sheer smell of her throat made it impossible for Tony not to raise his head a little off the couch and start exploring the expanse of it with his lips and mouth, carefully carding her jugular with his teeth, savouring every sultry moment of it.
Pepper tilted her head slightly backwards to allow him more access, hands clutching at the strong corded muscles of his shoulders, utterly within his grasp now, feeling with relish the sheer power and strength her fingers splayed over. They kneaded the strong muscles and felt every contour, memorising it all into her mind.
He suddenly sat up, taking her with him, and started taking off her blazer, throwing it uncaringly to the floor. He ignored her indignant squawking, intent only in freeing her skin to his sight. The small and delicate mother-of-pearl buttons seemed to part willingly with their corresponding eyelets as his skilful fingers made short work of opening the white shirt and what it concealed. Once undone, Tony slid his hands under the lapels and skimmed his fingertips sensually over her skin, parting the fabric and letting it slide off her well-defined shoulders and down her now bare arms.
They sat in front of each other, legs folded beneath them, busts practically one breath away from touching, and Tony savoured for a moment the lovely sight. Pepper’s eyes were hooded, her mouth sensually agape ever so slightly, giving him a tantalising peek of the sweet cavern within and that hot little tongue. Her gaze was sizzling as she stared right into his eyes, and his own shone back at hers in recognised mutual desire.
The little shadows playing around her clavicles and collar-bone were a sweet mystery he had to explore with his mouth, and Tony wasted no time. His head descended towards the base of her throat, briefly inhaling that scent that always drove him out of his senses, a heady combination of her perfume and her own aroused musk of woman. His nose skimmed lightly along the pale column of her flesh, nuzzling it delicately, and brought his tongue and teeth into skilful play.
When Pepper bent her upper body backwards to give him easier access, making her unbalance slightly, Tony eased her discomfort by placing a steadying hand between her shoulder blades, hot skin on even hotter skin. He leaned forward to capture as much of her sweet flesh as he could, enticed by the smell and the taste. He felt frenzied as his ears perked up at the lovely sounds coming helplessly from her mouth, sweet-hot little mewls and breathless inhalations. He could feel how her pulse quickened in that particular spot under her jaw, and swiped at it in hot appreciation with his sinful tongue, humming with pleasure.
As her senses overloaded her brain with the most wonderful sensations, a haze entered Pepper’s mind shrouding all conscious, logical thought and banishing it temporarily to a dark niche. She happily intoned her approval as Tony suckled at the spot that was so sweetly, almost unbearably sensitive. His teeth raked lightly over the skin there, biting sharply, and then his hot tongue soothed away at the small sting. She managed to regain some sense of what was up and what was down, what was on and what should now be off, and immediately set to work, wanting to feel him as much as he was enjoying the feel of her.
His tie she placed lightly on the back of the couch without looking, making short work of the shirt and clutching at his strong, thick arms as it slid away from his upper body. Her nails raked lightly across his pectorals and he growled appreciatively at the gesture. She made his body sing under her hands as they worked their capable, astoundingly accurate magic onto his yielding, starving flesh. His heart rate picked up further when her fingers ran hotly across his ribcage. He shivered as they went over the reactor, skimming his nipples and tangling briefly with the sparse hairs. She felt his abs ridge by hard ridge, running circles over his waist.
The hunger for the feel of each other’s torso somewhat appeased for now, the next need to become rampant and impossible to ignore was just this: closeness. They had to have it, had to have their skin meeting the other’s, and Tony did not hesitate to settle more comfortably into the plush cushions. The cool leather was a shocking contrast to the heated flesh of his back. Then he gripped her by the waist and slid her to sit on his lap, hips lined perfectly. Their stomachs pushed and slid in beautiful contrast against each other and the sensation was smooth and seraphic, hard and hot.
Her arms entwined around his neck, Pepper kissed him again, feeling the hot moistness of their tongues and shared breaths reach secret places inside her, thrillingly addictive.
Languid kiss after languid kiss, the two were working themselves up into bitter-sweet, resolute need to become one within each other’s skin, sharing one body, one heartbeat, one breath; that hot fusion that had never been as deep with the other partners they’d had in their lives.
Tony hastily unbuttoned his trousers, the erection behind the fly aching now to be released by its confinement. Pepper helped him slide them off his legs, pooling at his ankles, and raked questing fingers just under his boxers’ elastic band, eliciting an approving groan. But he wouldn’t be distracted for long.
Tony’s hands went to rest on her hips, running up over the waistband and then dipping low to lower them, but without unsnapping the button they didn’t go far.
Pepper undid the button and Tony smacked her petite hands away, wanting the pleasure of unveiling those luscious legs himself. He ran the zipper down the snagged teeth and tugged her trousers down, exposing bit by bit her gorgeous, thoroughly hypnotising thighs, the strong curve of her knees, and lastly the long length of her gracefully feminine calves. He let the trousers pool around her ankles, before she rose slightly from his lap to free her court shoes from the tangled fabric, leaving them on. Watching a naked Pepper wearing her sexy-as-hell heels, her one true fetish, was no comparison to making love to her with them on her elegant feet.
He settled her hips back against his, and Pepper spread her thighs to rest on either side of his as she sat on his lap once again, pressing fleeting little kisses on his brow, lovingly nuzzling it with her lips, her fingers scraping at his scalp gently. His own hands in return were travelling up and down her back, head dipping forward to place hot, wet kisses on her shoulders and along her collar bone. In a similar fashion she peppered his nape with small, firm kisses.
Tony’s left hand rested low on her back, right on the dimples he always traced with his fingers, as fascinated by the geometrical shape of these perfect circles as he’d always been in general.
His right hand worked its way up between her shoulder blades, around onto her clavicle, descending slowly down her chest, feeling the silky smooth skin. His fingers traced the strap and descended lower, behind her bra.
Pepper trembled, her rushed breathing skimming over his sensitive nape. Tony sought the sweet flesh until he found his goal, and held her puckered nipple between his pointer and middle finger for a second. He relished the devastating effect he had on her, as much devastating as hers was on him.
His thumb pressed the areola and gently flicked the tip, teasing her lightly, masterfully.
Pepper choked back a plea, but her frantic expression could not be hidden, her delicate eyebrows arched in distress over luminescent blue eyes, reflecting all, hiding nothing, certainly not the desperate, desperate desire she felt for him.
Tony silently crowed at that, because he wanted her just as much - had always wanted her, it seems, he just needed to realise it.
Hopelessly, Tony wondered if she could possibly fathom quite how badly he wanted her, not just her gorgeous body, but her heart … if she could possibly understand that he loved and adored her and that his future, his happiness, lay with her and no other.
How desperately he wanted to keep her, forever!
Pepper’s temper rose to the forefront, and she batted his hand away, snapping the catch open and lowered the straps down her arms. She took her bra in one hand and chucked it away for good measure, uncaring - so unlike her, always so proper - of where it landed. She was solely focused on the man sitting under her slightly undulating hips, and the way his dark glazed eyes looked upon her with passionate intent.
She grasped his hands briefly with her own and brought them up to cup her breasts firmly.
She proceeded to sexily attack the hell out of his mouth for teasing her. Tony’s deep, startled laughter was soon muffled under the ministrations of his woman’s lips.
Briefly he thought that she was trying to assert her dominance on him, her - authority. Silly Pepper, he thought tenderly, doesn’t she know I am hers to do with whatever she wishes?
And she is *mine*.
Tony growled, both at the assault and at the thought, tongue battling against hers, his hands firm upon the sweet mounds of her breasts, and her erect nipples. He broke the heated kiss with a gasp and bent to take one nipple in his mouth, immediately suckling strongly. Pepper gasped loudly, clutching a fistful of his hair, his tongue in turns laving the areola and flicking at the tip. Each unbearably hot, sweet little sensation tingled on her nerve-endings and descended to pool in her lower abdomen, feeling the pull of his mouth all the way down where a thrumming pulse of a different kind started up with vigour.
She ground her pelvis onto his rampant erection, seeking release from the slow torture, moaning at finding nothing except more fire, more sensation, more … more.
“Ohyeah…” Tony growled and ground his pelvis right back up to hers, happily giving into the fiery sensation of the sweet, sweet friction, that still wasn’t enough to be anything but fleetingly satisfying.
He kept paying sweet homage to her luscious cleavage, the only one he wanted to pay any attention to for the rest of his life.
In turns he was both teasing her and rewarding her with a caress he knew she loved, or a playful little nip that always delighted her.
She chuffed and helplessly made inarticulate noises, right into his ear, as he brought her to higher planes of pleasure - and torture because it wasn’t enough, it was never enough.
Tony suddenly remembered about the fantastic little things her mouth had done to him the last time they were … busy (namely with each other) in the office.
His eyes lit up with a mischievous and entirely unholy light as he released her nipple from his mouth with a wet plop and looked at her, a sexy, predatory grin on his face.
Her heart pounded with anticipation. Whatever he was going to do now, she felt certain it would drive her mindless with pleasure.
He accosted his face to hers, his hot breath tantalisingly fanning her cheek in an intimate caress, and Pepper couldn’t help it.
She jumped as she felt his hand ghost lightly down her stomach, raising goose bumps as he went, and her breathing hitched as it edged closer and closer to where she needed some relief most.
Tony watched avidly the rising bloom on her cheeks, the way her eyes got impossibly desperate and the way her chest quivered - hypnotising - as she struggled with herself.
Finally, his fingers reached the waistband of her panties and dipped lower, slowly, resolutely seeking out her moist heat. Pepper angled her hips to give him better access, her thighs straining with tension.
His fingers dipped lower and ruffled briefly the fluffy hairs they encountered, and then they moved in with their usual finesse, and their deadly accuracy.
The touch itself was so light, so teasing.
It was the most maddening kind of friction and sensation on her wet and highly sensitive flesh, as they probed her outer crevice open and slipped further down.
Pepper couldn’t help herself again.
The touch was too much. She gave a frantic, high-pitched little moan and clutched at his shoulder, hoisting herself up on his hand slightly, staring at him through wide eyes suddenly turned the darkest sapphire, her mouth hanging open and just begging to be ravished.
Tony reflexively growled his arousal at her reaction to his touch; it was maddening for her, and intended to be, but it was maddening for him to see her like this, and absolute torture to force himself to stick to the slow pace.
His clever fingers slid against the folds of her slick flesh, a probing caress and shockingly intimate here, now. Pepper mewled again.
His gaze turned hot and he nipped at her irresistible open mouth, dipping his tongue inside in an erotic mimic to the kind of dipping that would soon take place elsewhere.
Yes, oh, yes! Pepper thought with sweet anticipation.
Tony released her mouth and this time his middle finger dipped inside her dewy pot. Pepper released another moan that did wonders to his lust.
He watched, totally entranced and suddenly breathless, as her pupils dilated wide and black with desire under his very gaze.
Tony watched the change, realising he had never seen something more erotic than this, her desire, her lust, her needy craving, all made physical and observable.
All for him. All *his*.
His mouth worked to stop turning completely dry, but at this most arousing sight, it, along with other things seemed to have short-circuited and happily waved goodbye as it did.
He forced himself to speak now. He had to hear her voice, to listen to her telling him what this was doing to her. Another of his favourite erotic moments: hearing Pepper Potts talk dirty about herself and how she felt, generally due to something he was doing to her. She was incandescent.
“Do you like that, amore?” His voice was gravelly with desire and the restraint he kept on himself.
Pepper sought the comfort of his shoulder for her head to lean on, breathing erratically, trying to keep from moaning, but somewhat falling just short of managing it.
His fingers probed and teased and slid and caressed, rotating this way, now the other way, sliding up, dipping inside, penetrating into her welcoming body. Her teeth latched onto his clavicle as she bit down to muffle the expletives and incoherent little sounds pouring from her throat. Tony caressed her back soothingly, settling on her hip, shifting them both into a more comfortable position.
He had never in his whole experience found a woman more sensually alluring in her sexuality than the one almost keening and writhing on his lap now. How utterly captive she had him, body and soul.
“Tell me. Tell me what it’s doing to you. What *my* fingers are doing to you. Tell me how they make you feel.”
Pepper almost sobbed. “Oh Toooooony, Tony…I can’t - it’s sooo…oh please!” She hid her face in the crook of his neck.
Tony’s eyes twinkled at her as he forced her to let him watch her again.
He dipped to fingers inside her all the way to the knuckle then arched them upwards in a come-hither gesture.
“Is that good for you, baby? Is my precious Pepperpot liking what her Iron Stud is doing to her?”
The fact that she didn’t so much as bat an eye at the preposterous Stud reference/nickname was a testament to how desperate and needy she was.
“Oh pleeease,ohpleaseplease Tonnnyyy, please!”
He was always brought to the brink and past the point of no return when he heard those little cries of hers, when she finally admitted defeat and let go of her dominance, submitting into his hands. They were like music to his ears.
In a swift, unapologetic move, he twisted her round and laid her on her back on the comfortably plush leather cushions. Then, making sure he had her eye contact, he sent her a blazing look as his hands slid her panties down her legs.
He took hold of her knees when she instinctively tried to close them over her sudden nakedness.
Her abashed, somewhat uncertain look made Tony rear forward over her face, tenderly plucking languid little kisses from her lips, coaxing her gently to relax once more. He stroked her hip, soothingly, and peppered her freckles with butterfly kisses so tender they made her eyes prickle.
She raised herself off the sofa slightly, back arching, as she nuzzled lovingly at his cheek, wanting to show him as much affection as he was showering her with. When Tony bent down to whisper hotly in her ear again, she was once more relaxed and trusting.
“Open your legs for me, Pep.” Tony gently nibbled on her earlobe, worrying it with his teeth.
Pepper shuddered helplessly, exhaling with effort. She parted her legs for him, bending at the knees, one heel denting the couch, the other planted on the carpet.
He gently skimmed a hand down the length of her inner thigh, and positioned himself back in front of her juicy quim. He took hold of one ankle and ran his lips over the shin, up to her knee, where he paused and placed hot open-mouthed kisses, and then teasingly ran up her thigh in much the same manner, his hand travelling up her calf to hook softly at the back of her knee.
Her resistance fell away.
Tony looked at her, a teasing light returning to his eyes, his voice gentle, affectionate. “I do believe I am ready to pay you back, with full interest, on that loan you so graciously bestowed upon me the last time we were…strategising, Miss Potts.” His cheeky smile lit up his face, and Pepper laughed, instantaneously recalling what he was talking about, a hot red blush spreading across her cheeks in a most becoming manner, Tony thought.
“Oh, well … I dunno about that…I don’t - think this is the right time.” Her coy, glimmering eyes spoke to him of mischief, and he grinned at her, truly delighted.
“What’s this? Impeding me, in my duties? You know what happens to naughty little Pepperpots when they don’t comply with their Iron Studs’ wishes, Pepper darling.”
She snorted disbelievingly - so this time she had caught the ridiculous nickname - and looked at him, raising her eyebrow as if to say: ‘seriously?’
Tony wanted no more of this teasing, challenging game, enjoyable though it was. He wanted one thing, and one thing only right now.
He wanted Pepper out of her mind with pleasure.
He lay on his stomach and brought his face level with his cherished prize, and felt her legs tremble uncontrollably when his hot breath fanned her very sensitive flesh.
For a moment, he simply breathed in the heady aroma of her aroused woman essence, and licked his lips at the lovely feast spread out for him.
He kissed up the inside of her thigh and paused at the juncture where thigh met hip, that delectable little hollow begging to be licked.
When he finally dived in, her senses jolted and her brain screamed in pleasure. A high keening tumbled out of her throat uncontrollably, as Tony engulfed her sex with an open mouth kiss and at the same time ran his wicked, talented tongue up her slit.
Another desperate cry left her throat, and Pepper whipped her head backwards onto the armrest, painfully whacking her neck, but unfeeling of anything but the impossibly good pleasure he was wringing from her.
“Oh, GODDESS, Tooooonnnnny!”
He held her legs still as they sometimes thrashed, squeezed her lovely thighs, hooked a hand behind her knee and pushed it back to her hip to alter her pleasure.
She keened and bucked and cursed him, and praised him, and fell apart at the seams of sanity. The encompassing pleasure brought her to another plane entirely, where she disbelievingly realised how much she loved this man.
Tony rose up to hover over again, tenderly pressing gentle kisses on her face, quietly praising her, and soothing her agitated state. His right hand rested over her left breast and the heart beat pulsing under it was strong, erratic, fast and primal. He nuzzled her hairline, tasting the light sheen of sweat on her temples.
Pepper welcomed the weight of his body atop hers, cradling him lovingly with her hips, running a leg up and down his, her foot hooked around it. When it was clear neither could carry on much longer, Tony reared above her once more, and in passing pressed a loving kiss to her sternum, thumb stroking briefly a gentle arc over her ribcage and breast.
He gently caressed her thighs once more as he rested on his knees, bottom on his heels, and inexorably pulled her closer to his manhood.
He lay nestled in her curls a second more, looking deep into her eyes, waiting for her signal.
Staring right back into the very depths of his lambent eyes, now hooded darkly with pent-up desire and need, Pepper reached out to clasp his hand with hers, simultaneously raising her hips.
Tony opened his mouth slightly, unbearably aroused, and pushed into her, letting a long, sweet groan of pleasure that had her bite her lip in an instinctive response.
There was no more time for finesse or slow penetration now.
Nothing but hard and fast.
Sinfully good.
Hot, and wet.
The office filled with their loud ecstatic cries, their involuntary groans, her high-pitched, drawn out moans, and the sweet sound of good, hard sex.
He changed their angle when he brought her legs up to rest over his shoulders and bent towards her chest simultaneously so he was tucked against her, chest to chest, and Pepper moaned loudly at the sudden sharp delicious goodness of it.
She had never been filled quite so thoroughly before, or felt his cock moving so deeply, hitting spots that made her see stars.
Words poured out of their mouths, whispered endearments, declarations of love, muttered encouragements, barely restrained praise. Pepper brought her arms up to clutch tightly at the armrest above her for more leverage, working her hips in tandem with Tony’s, his own hands now resting just above her shoulders, preventing her from sliding up away from him.
They looked into each other’s eyes, and managed to get past the haze of sweet, sweet sexual pleasure to reach into the depths of their love for one another. Silent, hot tears trickled from Pepper’s eyes as her gaze became unfocused with the strength of her orgasm, dimly hearing Tony call out her name as he reached his, feeling his essence warm and inviting inside her protective womb.
Again tears trickled down her face at the sheer intensity, the impossible stark reality of the moment.
Tony collapsed on top of her, framing her face with his hands, somewhat unsteady after everything, and adoringly kissed her tears away. For her part, Pepper slid her arms under his arms and across his shoulder blades, clutching him close to her.
They kissed, lingeringly, languidly, nuzzling each other’s faces and necks, and though Pepper was distantly aware of the fact that for Tony this part was as much cuddling her as it was marking her with his scent, she couldn’t dredge up enough annoyance to call him out on it.
Once their breathing had calmed down, and their perspiration cooled their heated skin, they separated and tried to clean up as best as they could. Thankfully the exec bathroom, only to be used by her or Tony, the one with four stalls, was en-suite to his office so they didn’t need to leave their sanctuary in their state and risk being seen, debauched as they were, by an SE employee.
Once they were clean and dressed again, Pepper smiled warmly and stepped closer to him, linking her arms around his neck, and kissing him soundingly, purring happily against his responsive mouth. She automatically adjusted his tie, brushed his jacket neck-to-shoulders, smoothed away any wrinkles and settled her hands on his waist, the gesture as intimate as any they had just shared.
Tony’s eyes twinkled gently into her own, a most peculiar … soft… look coming over his face as he regarded her in silent contemplation for a few seconds.
“We make a good team, don’t we, Potts?”
Pepper sighed, endorphins still rushing through her system in utter contented bliss. Their celebration had been one of their most memorable to date. Thank goodness he had sneakily soundproofed both his and her office behind her back when they began their romantic relationship.
She leaned forward, feeling absurdly giddy, completely and utterly satisfied down to her marrow, and lovingly kissed his stubble-covered chin, then replaced her lips with her fingertip.
She looked into his eyes, her own soft and utterly open, shining with love - her love, their love, reflected back by his - and replied, her voice a mere whisper.
“We sure do, my Iron Stud. We sure do.”
Author: vespertinesoul
Characters: Tony/Pepper
Rating: NC-17 for extremely explicit scenes
Status: complete, one-shot.
A.N: for the challenge 09: Naughty or Nice. My first smutty fic.
Summary: The prototype for the newest StarkTech is shown in a successful demonstration that reaps in business offers and makes putting it on the market an achieved goal. Naturally, the joint CEOs of Stark Enterprises, Potts and Stark sequester themselves in Tony's office for some much needed ... strategising.
The demonstration was going very well, as shown by all the victorious grins shared by the R&D guys, and the happy approval of all the rest. Some of their potential business partners wore admiring looks on their faces. This project had been close to Tony’s heart all along, had been nothing but his own brain child since the very beginning, so it was only fitting for him to give the final demonstration.
And since his own personal interest was more than invested in this project, he had shown up - gaaaaaaaasp - early, for once, to go ahead with the presentation.
Pepper had been tremendously pleased by this, this most rare occasion: his actual co-operation. And the things they had achieved in the last three months alone at Stark Enterprises was enough to make her head spin with dizzy pride.
Tony’s eyes were lit with an inner zealous sparkle as he waved his arms energetically and the crowd assembled ate it all up. He walked up and down the small stage, fluidly, as he always did when he gave talks in front of a crowd. Walking gave him time and the chance to absorb himself inside the intricate web of his genius mind, made it possible for his charming public persona to come out to the fullest. It allowed him to do all this whilst maintaining a calming, stabilising hold on his thoughts. Movement always gave him flow, structured his thoughts and helped him overcome an otherwise restless sort of anxiety.
Pepper mused that perhaps if they’d had him move up and down the stage as he was doing now, when he’d done that fateful ‘I AM Iron Man’ conference, the outcome might not have been quite so … melodramatic.
The public thought that Tony Stark was slick as an oil puddle, and could commandeer any situation to suit his benefits. The public was in fact only partially right.
Pepper knew that, in reality, Tony Stark hated standing up in front of a crowd and talk ‘until his balls dropped.’ She mentally rolled her eyes at such a description. And because of his character traits and mind on-set, he did the only thing he thought was available to him: he charmed, he sweet-talked, he showed off, he joked, made everyone else seem like ants to his magnificent eagle, his Starkness. It was a way to tamp down on the stressful response that would otherwise temper his body.
His ‘Starkness’.
She snorted silently at that particular memory, and focused her attention back on this infuriating, enigmatic, utterly charming, exhausting man.
“…with this, ladies and gentleman, our planet’s future is guaranteed to not only be rosier, but more importantly healthier, prosperous, greener. For your consideration: The Altura.”
The driver behind Tony started the vehicle with a simple button and the crowd watched, impressed, as the futuristic automobile smoothly rolled away, emitting no gas, or fumes, or even requiring any sort of solar or electric energy input to run. The gatherers clapped their hands, and Tony cast them all a brilliant smile and his trademark peace sign. He finally jumped off the stage to start sealing deals, shaking a hand here, patting a shoulder there.
Likewise on the other side of the group, Pepper as CEO of Stark Enterprises, was charming a lot of potential business partners and clients. The men were instantly beguiled by her brilliant presence, the epitome of smooth efficiency. The women immediately felt a connection with her, a like-minded kindred spirit who made no excuses, compromises or side-tracks in the harsh world of business to make her way. A true business queen of their time.
They had so many reasons to look up to her example and respect the woma:, the way she conducted business, the way she made people want to be a part of the latest SE project. And, it was rumoured, this was the only woman - heck, the only person - who managed to reign in and firmly guide the likes of Tony Stark into a somewhat more cohesive path, instead of letting him destructively ramble all over the place; this was a gargantuan task. For that alone, the woman deserved their respect.
Once the deals were made, some sealed right there with SE’s oldest partners, others to be formalised once contracts were put on paper, the two joint CEOs caught up to each other and by unspoken agreement started making their way to their joint offices.
Tony smiled winningly at Pepper and squeezed her hand, their fingers seeking and finding each other, palms clasped, fingers interlacing intimately. “I can honestly say I am glad this is finally over and done with, ready to take off into production line and the market.”
Pepper’s lips quirked, her glance into his eyes a conspiratorial one, like they were in their own little world and no one outside of it entered, like they alone understood each other perfectly on some unfathomable level.
In truth that is exactly what it was like, sometimes. SE employees had gotten used to seeing their joint CEOs roaming their halls and corridors and act like … well.
Things had gradually evolved from two awkward people who suddenly found themselves sharing the same space after years of secret coveting, to moonstruck teenagers. And from moonstruck teenagers they had made the smooth transition into an intimate couple who were very happy to at last be sharing the same space. And finally they had changed into a couple in perfect symbiosis with each other - no easy feat, people were sure.
Sure, there had been plenty of rumours, disparaging comments, bets, whispered stories and wild allegations at the beginning of it, when the Expo had been damaged extensively due to Hammer and Vanko’s joint venture to destroy Iron Man and the guy inside it. But things had gradually settled, and people had gotten used to the fact that, yes, Pepper Potts and Tony Stark were in fact together together.
And what a sight they were to behold, as the two walked closely in the corridors with heads bent close together- They talked quietly and stared into each other’s eyes, their hands clasped. The secretarial pool always pulled a joint-fangirling move when they walked past like this, alternating between sighing sweetly (awwww!) or giggling quietly (they’re so darn cute!). They thought the two made such a cute couple, really; they couldn’t be more jealous of Pepper if they tried, but they were sensible women who knew what was best for themselves, and professionals, smart enough to know that it would in fact never be. If anyone acted out of line, Tony Stark’s retribution to a perceived slight on Miss Potts’ person would be … severe.
Mrs. Hamilton, their receptionist and most fervent (secret) fangirl admirer smiled politely at the two as they sailed past her desk and holed themselves up in Tony’s office. It was adjacent to Pepper’s and the only office bigger than hers.
She discreetly caught Tony’s brief meaningful glance and activated the protocol that ensured the two wouldn’t be disturbed short of an emergency, for the ... foreseeable future.
Tony Stark’s focused, intensely heated eyes lovingly caressed Pepper’s form, his stare piercing if that alone was anything to by - the way he always sexed her with his dark eyes alone - they’d be in the office … discussing strategies, for quite a while.
The door shut behind them discreetly, no apparent prelude to what would probably happen soon.
Tony’s heart leapt at the prospect, unconsciously making his stare hooded, wetting his lips in anticipation, flexing his fingers with hers.
Her phone went off and he silently cursed.
It always went off. She quickly spoke into it, her voice calmly collected, not breaking their hand-holding.
They seemed to both come to the same decision when they moved in tandem, two parts of the same whole, towards the comfy couches set to the left of the room, the large screen above them blank. Pepper perched herself smoothly on the armrest whereas Tony sprawled more comfortably on one of the cushions, never letting her hand go.
She spoke unhurriedly into the blasted contraption - and Tony Stark would have never thought he’d be jealous and downright hateful of a piece of technology; none as much as her (insert scornfully disdained tone of voice here) BlackBerry. He contented himself with drawing lazy circles with the pad of his thumb on the smooth skin of her hand, caressing it with seemingly innocent care.
He took the opportunity - not that he ever missed one - to study her slender form, elegantly wrapped in a light grey, black and white concoction that was both elegantly professional and deliciously feminine: his favourite combination. Knowing what the sinewy, toned, graceful form hidden beneath looked, felt and tasted like made his thoughts all the more incendiary.
Tony’s heated gaze locked onto her bust, its perfect proportions, the most delicious-tasting he had ever known - and oh, how intimately acquainted he was with each square inch of her delectable, freckled skin.
He let his enjoyment run rampant and took his sweet time looking at her, studying each and every one of her stunning, graceful curves, so slender and utterly irresistible. His eyes dipped from her shoulder and the sweet curve of her breast down her slender arm, moving more slowly down her ribcage. He bit the inside of his cheek as his eyes took in the way the fabric stretched across her hip - he thoroughly approved of her choice of dress today, ho-yeah - fighting the instant impulse his brain fired to just reach across and uncover the gorgeous way her hipbone flowed into that of her pelvis. The sight always made his throat exsiccated.
His trousers started becoming uncomfortably tight rather alarmingly fast. His repressed energy was expressed in the only way he could think of that didn’t involve ripping the damned phone from her hand, smashing it with relish under his expensive shoe, and have his wicked, wicked way with her. Tony started tapping at his knee, alternating between rat-a-taps of his fingertips and his knuckles. Moving his hands always helped calm him down.
As the conversation she was still having with whoever it was - and here Tony gritted his teeth in sheer frustration: hang up the phone already and let me have my Potts back!! - Pepper’s focus was now completely lost to him, her grip only perfunctory now, distracted.
Tony pouted at not having her complete attention; he’d never liked it when he wasn’t the only thing she was focused on, not when they were only working together, certainly not now they were a couple, for crying out loud!
Tony quietly sighed and regarded her with slightly narrowed eyes, the corner of his mouth turning down in that adorable - spoilt, sad little puppy - way of his: incidentally, the one he’d mastered when he was all of five, the one he knew drove Pepper crazy and generally made her putty in his greedy hands.
Years of running rampantly made his Ego rear its head, demanding and scheming ways to bring her attention back onto himself. He refused to think of it as the equivalent of ‘separation anxiety’ on an insecurely-attached individual or some other psychocrap, and let the more rational portion of his brain and conscious intervene: not to refuse, merely to delay.
By the time she finally got off the phone, Tony was about ready to snap with helpless want and diffused frustration. Turning to look at him, she had maybe a few seconds to read and recognise the look on his face, his eyes always so expressive and so unbearably intense when they looked at her. Her BlackBerry slid harmlessly to the carpeted floor. Her breathing instantaneously quickened and her pulse raced off to match it, but that was all she had time to register, before Pepper was literally pounced on by her impatient lover.
He grabbed her around the waist and brought her forward, making her land in a sprawled heap on his own reclining form, chest to chest. Pepper’s surprised squeak was instantly cut off as he pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss of demanding desire. Always an enthusiastic and generous lover, Tony went all out when it came to the physical side of their relationship; something he was doing for the first time in his life, because she was the only woman after his mother he had ever truly cared about, and the only one he had ever loved. Showing her the depth of his desire did no longer make him somewhat self-conscious - and before waking up with an electromagnet embedded in his chest, he’d have laughed himself silly at the thought of ever being self-conscious about anything.
Her hands came up and cupped both his cheeks as she returned the heated kiss nip by hungry nip, swipe of tongue by fervent swipe of tongue, wanting to melt into him. His hands roamed her upper back and began tracing the curve of her spine with great focus. Running his hands up towards her head, Tony tangled his fingers in her vibrant hair, cupping the back of her head, enjoying the way her silky locks felt against his rough digits. He loved it best like this, smooth and unfettered, unrestrained and luscious. And he loved her more when she was just like that, too.
Time to get nekkid, he thought.
He broke their kiss and nibbled his way along her jaw, alternating between tiny nips and small kisses. When he reached her ear, he deliberately breathed hotly into the delicate, elfin-like whorls, and clutched her tighter as she automatically shivered, chuckling darkly.
“Not fair, To-nny!” came her breathless voice, and the husky tones of her voice sent thrills through him.
He became mesmerised by the curves and sinews of her swan-like neck.
The texture of her skin and the sheer smell of her throat made it impossible for Tony not to raise his head a little off the couch and start exploring the expanse of it with his lips and mouth, carefully carding her jugular with his teeth, savouring every sultry moment of it.
Pepper tilted her head slightly backwards to allow him more access, hands clutching at the strong corded muscles of his shoulders, utterly within his grasp now, feeling with relish the sheer power and strength her fingers splayed over. They kneaded the strong muscles and felt every contour, memorising it all into her mind.
He suddenly sat up, taking her with him, and started taking off her blazer, throwing it uncaringly to the floor. He ignored her indignant squawking, intent only in freeing her skin to his sight. The small and delicate mother-of-pearl buttons seemed to part willingly with their corresponding eyelets as his skilful fingers made short work of opening the white shirt and what it concealed. Once undone, Tony slid his hands under the lapels and skimmed his fingertips sensually over her skin, parting the fabric and letting it slide off her well-defined shoulders and down her now bare arms.
They sat in front of each other, legs folded beneath them, busts practically one breath away from touching, and Tony savoured for a moment the lovely sight. Pepper’s eyes were hooded, her mouth sensually agape ever so slightly, giving him a tantalising peek of the sweet cavern within and that hot little tongue. Her gaze was sizzling as she stared right into his eyes, and his own shone back at hers in recognised mutual desire.
The little shadows playing around her clavicles and collar-bone were a sweet mystery he had to explore with his mouth, and Tony wasted no time. His head descended towards the base of her throat, briefly inhaling that scent that always drove him out of his senses, a heady combination of her perfume and her own aroused musk of woman. His nose skimmed lightly along the pale column of her flesh, nuzzling it delicately, and brought his tongue and teeth into skilful play.
When Pepper bent her upper body backwards to give him easier access, making her unbalance slightly, Tony eased her discomfort by placing a steadying hand between her shoulder blades, hot skin on even hotter skin. He leaned forward to capture as much of her sweet flesh as he could, enticed by the smell and the taste. He felt frenzied as his ears perked up at the lovely sounds coming helplessly from her mouth, sweet-hot little mewls and breathless inhalations. He could feel how her pulse quickened in that particular spot under her jaw, and swiped at it in hot appreciation with his sinful tongue, humming with pleasure.
As her senses overloaded her brain with the most wonderful sensations, a haze entered Pepper’s mind shrouding all conscious, logical thought and banishing it temporarily to a dark niche. She happily intoned her approval as Tony suckled at the spot that was so sweetly, almost unbearably sensitive. His teeth raked lightly over the skin there, biting sharply, and then his hot tongue soothed away at the small sting. She managed to regain some sense of what was up and what was down, what was on and what should now be off, and immediately set to work, wanting to feel him as much as he was enjoying the feel of her.
His tie she placed lightly on the back of the couch without looking, making short work of the shirt and clutching at his strong, thick arms as it slid away from his upper body. Her nails raked lightly across his pectorals and he growled appreciatively at the gesture. She made his body sing under her hands as they worked their capable, astoundingly accurate magic onto his yielding, starving flesh. His heart rate picked up further when her fingers ran hotly across his ribcage. He shivered as they went over the reactor, skimming his nipples and tangling briefly with the sparse hairs. She felt his abs ridge by hard ridge, running circles over his waist.
The hunger for the feel of each other’s torso somewhat appeased for now, the next need to become rampant and impossible to ignore was just this: closeness. They had to have it, had to have their skin meeting the other’s, and Tony did not hesitate to settle more comfortably into the plush cushions. The cool leather was a shocking contrast to the heated flesh of his back. Then he gripped her by the waist and slid her to sit on his lap, hips lined perfectly. Their stomachs pushed and slid in beautiful contrast against each other and the sensation was smooth and seraphic, hard and hot.
Her arms entwined around his neck, Pepper kissed him again, feeling the hot moistness of their tongues and shared breaths reach secret places inside her, thrillingly addictive.
Languid kiss after languid kiss, the two were working themselves up into bitter-sweet, resolute need to become one within each other’s skin, sharing one body, one heartbeat, one breath; that hot fusion that had never been as deep with the other partners they’d had in their lives.
Tony hastily unbuttoned his trousers, the erection behind the fly aching now to be released by its confinement. Pepper helped him slide them off his legs, pooling at his ankles, and raked questing fingers just under his boxers’ elastic band, eliciting an approving groan. But he wouldn’t be distracted for long.
Tony’s hands went to rest on her hips, running up over the waistband and then dipping low to lower them, but without unsnapping the button they didn’t go far.
Pepper undid the button and Tony smacked her petite hands away, wanting the pleasure of unveiling those luscious legs himself. He ran the zipper down the snagged teeth and tugged her trousers down, exposing bit by bit her gorgeous, thoroughly hypnotising thighs, the strong curve of her knees, and lastly the long length of her gracefully feminine calves. He let the trousers pool around her ankles, before she rose slightly from his lap to free her court shoes from the tangled fabric, leaving them on. Watching a naked Pepper wearing her sexy-as-hell heels, her one true fetish, was no comparison to making love to her with them on her elegant feet.
He settled her hips back against his, and Pepper spread her thighs to rest on either side of his as she sat on his lap once again, pressing fleeting little kisses on his brow, lovingly nuzzling it with her lips, her fingers scraping at his scalp gently. His own hands in return were travelling up and down her back, head dipping forward to place hot, wet kisses on her shoulders and along her collar bone. In a similar fashion she peppered his nape with small, firm kisses.
Tony’s left hand rested low on her back, right on the dimples he always traced with his fingers, as fascinated by the geometrical shape of these perfect circles as he’d always been in general.
His right hand worked its way up between her shoulder blades, around onto her clavicle, descending slowly down her chest, feeling the silky smooth skin. His fingers traced the strap and descended lower, behind her bra.
Pepper trembled, her rushed breathing skimming over his sensitive nape. Tony sought the sweet flesh until he found his goal, and held her puckered nipple between his pointer and middle finger for a second. He relished the devastating effect he had on her, as much devastating as hers was on him.
His thumb pressed the areola and gently flicked the tip, teasing her lightly, masterfully.
Pepper choked back a plea, but her frantic expression could not be hidden, her delicate eyebrows arched in distress over luminescent blue eyes, reflecting all, hiding nothing, certainly not the desperate, desperate desire she felt for him.
Tony silently crowed at that, because he wanted her just as much - had always wanted her, it seems, he just needed to realise it.
Hopelessly, Tony wondered if she could possibly fathom quite how badly he wanted her, not just her gorgeous body, but her heart … if she could possibly understand that he loved and adored her and that his future, his happiness, lay with her and no other.
How desperately he wanted to keep her, forever!
Pepper’s temper rose to the forefront, and she batted his hand away, snapping the catch open and lowered the straps down her arms. She took her bra in one hand and chucked it away for good measure, uncaring - so unlike her, always so proper - of where it landed. She was solely focused on the man sitting under her slightly undulating hips, and the way his dark glazed eyes looked upon her with passionate intent.
She grasped his hands briefly with her own and brought them up to cup her breasts firmly.
She proceeded to sexily attack the hell out of his mouth for teasing her. Tony’s deep, startled laughter was soon muffled under the ministrations of his woman’s lips.
Briefly he thought that she was trying to assert her dominance on him, her - authority. Silly Pepper, he thought tenderly, doesn’t she know I am hers to do with whatever she wishes?
And she is *mine*.
Tony growled, both at the assault and at the thought, tongue battling against hers, his hands firm upon the sweet mounds of her breasts, and her erect nipples. He broke the heated kiss with a gasp and bent to take one nipple in his mouth, immediately suckling strongly. Pepper gasped loudly, clutching a fistful of his hair, his tongue in turns laving the areola and flicking at the tip. Each unbearably hot, sweet little sensation tingled on her nerve-endings and descended to pool in her lower abdomen, feeling the pull of his mouth all the way down where a thrumming pulse of a different kind started up with vigour.
She ground her pelvis onto his rampant erection, seeking release from the slow torture, moaning at finding nothing except more fire, more sensation, more … more.
“Ohyeah…” Tony growled and ground his pelvis right back up to hers, happily giving into the fiery sensation of the sweet, sweet friction, that still wasn’t enough to be anything but fleetingly satisfying.
He kept paying sweet homage to her luscious cleavage, the only one he wanted to pay any attention to for the rest of his life.
In turns he was both teasing her and rewarding her with a caress he knew she loved, or a playful little nip that always delighted her.
She chuffed and helplessly made inarticulate noises, right into his ear, as he brought her to higher planes of pleasure - and torture because it wasn’t enough, it was never enough.
Tony suddenly remembered about the fantastic little things her mouth had done to him the last time they were … busy (namely with each other) in the office.
His eyes lit up with a mischievous and entirely unholy light as he released her nipple from his mouth with a wet plop and looked at her, a sexy, predatory grin on his face.
Her heart pounded with anticipation. Whatever he was going to do now, she felt certain it would drive her mindless with pleasure.
He accosted his face to hers, his hot breath tantalisingly fanning her cheek in an intimate caress, and Pepper couldn’t help it.
She jumped as she felt his hand ghost lightly down her stomach, raising goose bumps as he went, and her breathing hitched as it edged closer and closer to where she needed some relief most.
Tony watched avidly the rising bloom on her cheeks, the way her eyes got impossibly desperate and the way her chest quivered - hypnotising - as she struggled with herself.
Finally, his fingers reached the waistband of her panties and dipped lower, slowly, resolutely seeking out her moist heat. Pepper angled her hips to give him better access, her thighs straining with tension.
His fingers dipped lower and ruffled briefly the fluffy hairs they encountered, and then they moved in with their usual finesse, and their deadly accuracy.
The touch itself was so light, so teasing.
It was the most maddening kind of friction and sensation on her wet and highly sensitive flesh, as they probed her outer crevice open and slipped further down.
Pepper couldn’t help herself again.
The touch was too much. She gave a frantic, high-pitched little moan and clutched at his shoulder, hoisting herself up on his hand slightly, staring at him through wide eyes suddenly turned the darkest sapphire, her mouth hanging open and just begging to be ravished.
Tony reflexively growled his arousal at her reaction to his touch; it was maddening for her, and intended to be, but it was maddening for him to see her like this, and absolute torture to force himself to stick to the slow pace.
His clever fingers slid against the folds of her slick flesh, a probing caress and shockingly intimate here, now. Pepper mewled again.
His gaze turned hot and he nipped at her irresistible open mouth, dipping his tongue inside in an erotic mimic to the kind of dipping that would soon take place elsewhere.
Yes, oh, yes! Pepper thought with sweet anticipation.
Tony released her mouth and this time his middle finger dipped inside her dewy pot. Pepper released another moan that did wonders to his lust.
He watched, totally entranced and suddenly breathless, as her pupils dilated wide and black with desire under his very gaze.
Tony watched the change, realising he had never seen something more erotic than this, her desire, her lust, her needy craving, all made physical and observable.
All for him. All *his*.
His mouth worked to stop turning completely dry, but at this most arousing sight, it, along with other things seemed to have short-circuited and happily waved goodbye as it did.
He forced himself to speak now. He had to hear her voice, to listen to her telling him what this was doing to her. Another of his favourite erotic moments: hearing Pepper Potts talk dirty about herself and how she felt, generally due to something he was doing to her. She was incandescent.
“Do you like that, amore?” His voice was gravelly with desire and the restraint he kept on himself.
Pepper sought the comfort of his shoulder for her head to lean on, breathing erratically, trying to keep from moaning, but somewhat falling just short of managing it.
His fingers probed and teased and slid and caressed, rotating this way, now the other way, sliding up, dipping inside, penetrating into her welcoming body. Her teeth latched onto his clavicle as she bit down to muffle the expletives and incoherent little sounds pouring from her throat. Tony caressed her back soothingly, settling on her hip, shifting them both into a more comfortable position.
He had never in his whole experience found a woman more sensually alluring in her sexuality than the one almost keening and writhing on his lap now. How utterly captive she had him, body and soul.
“Tell me. Tell me what it’s doing to you. What *my* fingers are doing to you. Tell me how they make you feel.”
Pepper almost sobbed. “Oh Toooooony, Tony…I can’t - it’s sooo…oh please!” She hid her face in the crook of his neck.
Tony’s eyes twinkled at her as he forced her to let him watch her again.
He dipped to fingers inside her all the way to the knuckle then arched them upwards in a come-hither gesture.
“Is that good for you, baby? Is my precious Pepperpot liking what her Iron Stud is doing to her?”
The fact that she didn’t so much as bat an eye at the preposterous Stud reference/nickname was a testament to how desperate and needy she was.
“Oh pleeease,ohpleaseplease Tonnnyyy, please!”
He was always brought to the brink and past the point of no return when he heard those little cries of hers, when she finally admitted defeat and let go of her dominance, submitting into his hands. They were like music to his ears.
In a swift, unapologetic move, he twisted her round and laid her on her back on the comfortably plush leather cushions. Then, making sure he had her eye contact, he sent her a blazing look as his hands slid her panties down her legs.
He took hold of her knees when she instinctively tried to close them over her sudden nakedness.
Her abashed, somewhat uncertain look made Tony rear forward over her face, tenderly plucking languid little kisses from her lips, coaxing her gently to relax once more. He stroked her hip, soothingly, and peppered her freckles with butterfly kisses so tender they made her eyes prickle.
She raised herself off the sofa slightly, back arching, as she nuzzled lovingly at his cheek, wanting to show him as much affection as he was showering her with. When Tony bent down to whisper hotly in her ear again, she was once more relaxed and trusting.
“Open your legs for me, Pep.” Tony gently nibbled on her earlobe, worrying it with his teeth.
Pepper shuddered helplessly, exhaling with effort. She parted her legs for him, bending at the knees, one heel denting the couch, the other planted on the carpet.
He gently skimmed a hand down the length of her inner thigh, and positioned himself back in front of her juicy quim. He took hold of one ankle and ran his lips over the shin, up to her knee, where he paused and placed hot open-mouthed kisses, and then teasingly ran up her thigh in much the same manner, his hand travelling up her calf to hook softly at the back of her knee.
Her resistance fell away.
Tony looked at her, a teasing light returning to his eyes, his voice gentle, affectionate. “I do believe I am ready to pay you back, with full interest, on that loan you so graciously bestowed upon me the last time we were…strategising, Miss Potts.” His cheeky smile lit up his face, and Pepper laughed, instantaneously recalling what he was talking about, a hot red blush spreading across her cheeks in a most becoming manner, Tony thought.
“Oh, well … I dunno about that…I don’t - think this is the right time.” Her coy, glimmering eyes spoke to him of mischief, and he grinned at her, truly delighted.
“What’s this? Impeding me, in my duties? You know what happens to naughty little Pepperpots when they don’t comply with their Iron Studs’ wishes, Pepper darling.”
She snorted disbelievingly - so this time she had caught the ridiculous nickname - and looked at him, raising her eyebrow as if to say: ‘seriously?’
Tony wanted no more of this teasing, challenging game, enjoyable though it was. He wanted one thing, and one thing only right now.
He wanted Pepper out of her mind with pleasure.
He lay on his stomach and brought his face level with his cherished prize, and felt her legs tremble uncontrollably when his hot breath fanned her very sensitive flesh.
For a moment, he simply breathed in the heady aroma of her aroused woman essence, and licked his lips at the lovely feast spread out for him.
He kissed up the inside of her thigh and paused at the juncture where thigh met hip, that delectable little hollow begging to be licked.
When he finally dived in, her senses jolted and her brain screamed in pleasure. A high keening tumbled out of her throat uncontrollably, as Tony engulfed her sex with an open mouth kiss and at the same time ran his wicked, talented tongue up her slit.
Another desperate cry left her throat, and Pepper whipped her head backwards onto the armrest, painfully whacking her neck, but unfeeling of anything but the impossibly good pleasure he was wringing from her.
“Oh, GODDESS, Tooooonnnnny!”
He held her legs still as they sometimes thrashed, squeezed her lovely thighs, hooked a hand behind her knee and pushed it back to her hip to alter her pleasure.
She keened and bucked and cursed him, and praised him, and fell apart at the seams of sanity. The encompassing pleasure brought her to another plane entirely, where she disbelievingly realised how much she loved this man.
Tony rose up to hover over again, tenderly pressing gentle kisses on her face, quietly praising her, and soothing her agitated state. His right hand rested over her left breast and the heart beat pulsing under it was strong, erratic, fast and primal. He nuzzled her hairline, tasting the light sheen of sweat on her temples.
Pepper welcomed the weight of his body atop hers, cradling him lovingly with her hips, running a leg up and down his, her foot hooked around it. When it was clear neither could carry on much longer, Tony reared above her once more, and in passing pressed a loving kiss to her sternum, thumb stroking briefly a gentle arc over her ribcage and breast.
He gently caressed her thighs once more as he rested on his knees, bottom on his heels, and inexorably pulled her closer to his manhood.
He lay nestled in her curls a second more, looking deep into her eyes, waiting for her signal.
Staring right back into the very depths of his lambent eyes, now hooded darkly with pent-up desire and need, Pepper reached out to clasp his hand with hers, simultaneously raising her hips.
Tony opened his mouth slightly, unbearably aroused, and pushed into her, letting a long, sweet groan of pleasure that had her bite her lip in an instinctive response.
There was no more time for finesse or slow penetration now.
Nothing but hard and fast.
Sinfully good.
Hot, and wet.
The office filled with their loud ecstatic cries, their involuntary groans, her high-pitched, drawn out moans, and the sweet sound of good, hard sex.
He changed their angle when he brought her legs up to rest over his shoulders and bent towards her chest simultaneously so he was tucked against her, chest to chest, and Pepper moaned loudly at the sudden sharp delicious goodness of it.
She had never been filled quite so thoroughly before, or felt his cock moving so deeply, hitting spots that made her see stars.
Words poured out of their mouths, whispered endearments, declarations of love, muttered encouragements, barely restrained praise. Pepper brought her arms up to clutch tightly at the armrest above her for more leverage, working her hips in tandem with Tony’s, his own hands now resting just above her shoulders, preventing her from sliding up away from him.
They looked into each other’s eyes, and managed to get past the haze of sweet, sweet sexual pleasure to reach into the depths of their love for one another. Silent, hot tears trickled from Pepper’s eyes as her gaze became unfocused with the strength of her orgasm, dimly hearing Tony call out her name as he reached his, feeling his essence warm and inviting inside her protective womb.
Again tears trickled down her face at the sheer intensity, the impossible stark reality of the moment.
Tony collapsed on top of her, framing her face with his hands, somewhat unsteady after everything, and adoringly kissed her tears away. For her part, Pepper slid her arms under his arms and across his shoulder blades, clutching him close to her.
They kissed, lingeringly, languidly, nuzzling each other’s faces and necks, and though Pepper was distantly aware of the fact that for Tony this part was as much cuddling her as it was marking her with his scent, she couldn’t dredge up enough annoyance to call him out on it.
Once their breathing had calmed down, and their perspiration cooled their heated skin, they separated and tried to clean up as best as they could. Thankfully the exec bathroom, only to be used by her or Tony, the one with four stalls, was en-suite to his office so they didn’t need to leave their sanctuary in their state and risk being seen, debauched as they were, by an SE employee.
Once they were clean and dressed again, Pepper smiled warmly and stepped closer to him, linking her arms around his neck, and kissing him soundingly, purring happily against his responsive mouth. She automatically adjusted his tie, brushed his jacket neck-to-shoulders, smoothed away any wrinkles and settled her hands on his waist, the gesture as intimate as any they had just shared.
Tony’s eyes twinkled gently into her own, a most peculiar … soft… look coming over his face as he regarded her in silent contemplation for a few seconds.
“We make a good team, don’t we, Potts?”
Pepper sighed, endorphins still rushing through her system in utter contented bliss. Their celebration had been one of their most memorable to date. Thank goodness he had sneakily soundproofed both his and her office behind her back when they began their romantic relationship.
She leaned forward, feeling absurdly giddy, completely and utterly satisfied down to her marrow, and lovingly kissed his stubble-covered chin, then replaced her lips with her fingertip.
She looked into his eyes, her own soft and utterly open, shining with love - her love, their love, reflected back by his - and replied, her voice a mere whisper.
“We sure do, my Iron Stud. We sure do.”