Tony doesn't hesitate to latch his hands onto Natasha's leather-clad hips the moment that the gorgeous femme fatale swings one leg over his chair and proceeds to straddle his lap. Her breath hitches as she grinds her crotch into his own, feeling how erect he already is through his far too expensive suit pants.
If you'd told him a year ago that he'd have Natasha in this position, offering herself up to him on a silver platter with the zipper on her uniform down far enough to show a tantalizing amount of cleavage and skin, Tony would have laughed and then solemnly asked what exactly she was trying to get out of him.
It was a little hard to even try to imagine Natasha Romanoff of all people trying to be seductive solely for the sake of being seductive, after all. There was always an angle for the beautiful red head, always some sort of gambit at play. It was just who she was deep inside. Natasha was a schemer, and she would always be a schemer.
Of course, Tony knew what she wanted right now. He had her right where he wanted her and they both knew it. His offer to heal her and give her a chance at motherhood was honestly just the surface layer of things though. Tony had also just got done showing Natasha that the wagon she'd hitched her horse to, SHIELD… was rotted from the inside and out.
Fury wasn't a bad guy. He wasn't a good guy either, but he wasn't evil. He also wasn't as incompetent as Tony just got done making him look. He was simply a man who was doing the best he could with the information he had at hand. It didn't help that JARVIS had been altering some of that information for quite some time now as well.
Letting the SHIELD Director think he'd gotten one over on him by saddling Tony with Natasha would hopefully assuage Fury' s suspicions for a little bit at least. Though Tony knew full well that if Fury could see him and Natasha right now, the man would probably burst a blood vessel from that bald head of his.
Sliding her hands across his cheeks, leaning in close so her ruby red lips are mere centimeters from his mouth, Natasha lets free a shuddering breath as she grinds into his bulge.
"You're a very dangerous man, Tony Stark. Made all the more deadly for the fact that no one knows just how dangerous you really are."
Tony chuckles, even as he enjoys the experience for what it is.
"Coming from the Black Widow, that's high praise."
Natasha hums at that, before suddenly shimmying out of his grasp. She slides off of his lap and onto the floor, kneeling between his legs as she spreads them with both hands on his knees. Tony doesn't try to stop her. He simply leans back in his chair and watches as she slowly, seductively leans forward. Keeping her hands on his knees, the gorgeous femme fatale proceeds to unbutton and unzip his pants with just her teeth, and damn if she doesn't look good doing it as well.
Finally, she tugs down his boxers until his rock hard member comes swinging out, very nearly smacking her in the face. Running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, Natasha seems intent on trying to make him blow before she ever even takes him past her lips. Unfortunately for her, Tony has more self-control than that. Literally, these days. It had taken some training, but the Extremis Super Soldier Serum, or as he'd taken to calling it ES3, had given him far finer control over his body than he'd ever had before.
He wasn't sure whether that was because the Super Soldier Serum had enhanced his already genius intellect to even greater heights or if that was the way it was for everyone … or even if it was more a side effect of Extremis than anything else, but Tony wasn't complaining. In the end, he could hold his release at bay forever if he wanted to.
Fortunately for Natasha, she doesn't try to make a point of making him blow early. After licking up the underside of his cock, she places her lips around the head of his member and dutifully begins to suck, bobbing up and down his shaft while staring him in the eye the entire time. Her gaze never leaves his face and her hands never leave his knees. The entire experience is focused around her mouth and tongue and what she's capable of doing with them alone.
Tony has to admit, it's incredibly impressive. She is incredibly impressive. But when JARVIS sends him a silent message on his computer, he can't help but hold out even longer. Seconds turn into minutes, and just as he can sense Natasha ' s frustration rising… the door to the office opens and someone steps inside.
Under the desk, Natasha freezes up at the sound of someone walking into the office. She relaxes when she hears the familiar voice of Pepper Potts, however. She quickly returns to sucking his dick, no longer worried in the slightest.
"How'd your morning meeting go, Tony? Ah, I see it went very well indeed."
The office is a more modern architecture. Meaning that Tony' s desk is basically just a glass pane on legs. It only takes Pepper a second to clock Natasha's fine ass, clad in black bulletproof leather, poking out from under it. And then she's able to follow that ass up through the glass desk and see the red head bobbing up and down on his cock.
Smiling at Pepper, Tony beckons for her to join him. Sashaying her way across his office, Pepper walks around the desk to his side, her eyes sliding down to meet Natasha's gaze even as Tony wraps an arm around Pepper's waist and pulls her in close.
"Good to see you still know your place, Agent Romanoff." Natasha colors a little bit at that, before pulling off of Tony's cock and licking her lips so she can answer.
"Yes Ms. Potts. I am… happy to continue to be of assistance to you and Mr. Stark. Even if my official job title has changed from Personal Assistant to SHIELD Liaison."
Pepper snorts in amusement at that, before turning her eyes back to Tony. Seeing that she's been dismissed, Natasha pouts for only a moment before descending back down Tony's cock.
"So it worked then? Everything is going according to plan?"
Too horny to play nice right now, Tony ends up dropping the hand on Pepper's waist to her ass, causing her to let out a cute little 'ooh!' as he gropes her firm, toned buttocks through her professional-looking pantsuit. The ES3 had been good to Pepper… to all of them, really. But he had to admit, as much as he loved Pepper for her and not for her looks, after the ES3, she was able to give even Natasha a run for her money in the looks department.
Giving him an unamused look, Pep still doesn't stop him from fondling her ass, even as she raises an eyebrow impatiently. Chuckling, Tony dips his head.
"Yeah Pep. Everything is going according to plan."
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