He buried his face in her, groaning deeply. Licking her like he was dying of thirst and she was holy water. No shame. She always smelled good, even here. That Pepper Potts skincare routine never misses.
Amidst long, heavy trails of his flat tongue, Tony added a hand from the upper side, fingers spread upward, his thumb down, dangling over the little bundle of nerves, her clit so exposed. He played at it, nudged at it, and made her coo his name.
"Oh my God… yes… fuck! I missed this so much To-oh-ny!"
I missed those moans, too. Tony thought and savored her most sacred flesh. Heck, knowing that she was the hottest ranked CEO in the world made it even better. He knew half of the business world thirsted over her. But nobody else had her attention like he did.
"Mmmm… A-Almost there!" She gasped, clutching at the edge of the table like she was about to blast into orbit.
He chuckled against her, beard scraping just right, lips sealing around her clit and sucking hard. It'd been less than fifteen minutes and she was writhing like her first ever cockfucking. Yes, he was the one who gave her that, too, years ago.
"T-Tooony!" Pepper couldn't take it and crossed her legs around his head.
Tony didn't mind and added his second hand to the attack, this one going from below, a very tight squeeze but accessible. He shoved a finger inside to tickle her walls as much as the outsides.
As expected, that was enough.
"Mmmmph! Fuck!"
All that pent up sexual need and frustration exploded in her tight pussy. Pepper writhed on the table, almost falling back if not for her hands. She felt her belly throb, the spasms hit her hard before she gushed out an intense flood of orgasm.
"Yes, yesss… God!"
Tony kept his lips and tongue on her until she finished riding through the wave and landed safely on the other side. Of course, he'd tasted her well, and now was the time to keep that promise.
"Eighteen minutes." Tony hummed as he stood back up between her parted legs. He wasted no time and pushed his underwear down, freeing his veiny erection. "Time for the main course."
"I don't care… Give it to me!" Pepper recklessly grabbed his shoulders to avoid falling back.
Tony grabbed her thighs and aligned his cock at her entrance and slowly probed, piercing through those known depts. It'd been a while, and she was a tight squeeze, but he loved that about her. He looked down as he vanished inch by inch, lodging himself deep, eventually bottoming out.
"Ugh… You feel as good as ever, Pepper." Tony murmured, intentionally keeping himself wrapped around in her fertile muscles for long, pulsating moments. The smile on his lips was knowing, and he went in for another deep kiss.
Once he grew breathless, he stopped kissing and looked down, his shaft aching and pleading to start pumping in her.
But he didn't.
"Get used to this, Pep. You're gonna need it soon, a lot."
"W-Why?" She managed to ask, barely audible with that thick log invading her.
Tony smirked. "Because it's not easy being the next President of the United States."
"Sure… I'll visit you often at the White Hou—"
Tony shook his head, his hands tight on her ass. "I'm not running for the office again."
"What?!"
Pepper's eyes blew wide. Realization hit like a truck. The realization of what he was talking about. It felt like deja vu. When he made her the CEO of Stark Industries, he fucked her senseless. Now, he just offered to…
But abruptly, their authentic moment was spoiled by Jarvis's loud voice.
"Sir, the guests from SHIELD have arrived."
"Fuck!" Pepper was quick to react and pull herself off of his hardened shaft. She jumped off the table, wobbly, and put on her underwear quickly. "I heard nothing, Tony. I'm leaving! I'm happy being the CEO. Have fun at your party."
Awkwardly, still hard, Tony pulled up his underwear. Too tired to put on a suit, he just summoned his nanotech suit from his watch. Since it was a superhero-themed party, everyone was going to be in their fancy suits anyway. Iron Man would be right at home.
It was supposed to be a get-together for all the named superheroes from SHIELD, the Avengers, and the X-Men.
In a few hours, Stark Tower's top floor mansion was filled with various superheroes in their vibrant costumes. Even Captain America in his costume was there, as were Natasha and her sister in tight leather suits, much to the delight of masculine gazes.
Tony had to control himself when Natasha and Yelena dropped some mixed signals at him. Sure, Pepper left him dry, but he had to keep things under control.
"Mr. Stark! Drink with me!"
Tony found Rogue partying at the bar like she'd just graduated college. Noticeable by how she touched and hugged her friends, the bio-nanties had worked clearly.
He shared a few beers with the sassy girl and then got busy with others. He missed Storm, but since the baby was too young, he respected her wishes to not come. But May was there, the odd one out without a superhero costume, so he made her wear an Iron Guardian instead.
Director Fury sat down with Professor X and Magneto to discuss the world. Captain America sat down with Wolverine and drank while discussing World War 2. The intermixing of the superheroes was exactly what Tony had in mind, and he ensured that by introducing them to each other.
He played the perfect host, drinking and being wild.
But as the hours went past and midnight inched closer, the guests started leaving. Tony had arranged nice cars for most of them so they wouldn't mess around in their drunken state.
By midnight, the superhero party at the Stark Tower was over.
Seeing the last of the guests leave, Tony lazily sank down on his comfy couch in the living room. The Iron Man armor on his body made him heavier. He was thankful to Darcy for refusing to hold the party at the White House instead. Cleaning all that mess would have taken ages there.
"So… What is it?" He removed his suit's visor and looked at the only remaining guest who'd refused to leave. "Did the bio-nanites malfunction?"
Rogue, slightly tipsy from the beers she had, scooted closer beside Tony on the couch. Since the party's theme was superheroes, she was also dressed in her yellow and green X-Men suit with that cute leather jacket on.
"Not at all, Mr. Stark. wan'ed to give ya a quick lil' report on it." Rogue drawled, her Southern accent smooth as honey but with a bite of danger. She gave him a slow, deliberate smile, licking her lips just a little. "It worked fine. Felt scared, so Ah' tried touching animals first… then… Hugged Jean. Even kissed her cheeks, and she… was all fine."
Lazily, Tony clapped his hands. "That's great for you, I guess. Originally, I was cooking up those bio-nanites for Stark Hospitals. The plan was to tackle most types of cancer—get this thing out there, and even tumors won't stand a chance."
"Wow. That's insane, Mr. Stark. They should, probably…" Rogue eased in, her shoulder brushing against the cool metal of his suit. "...give you an award or somethin'. Nobel whatever, ya' know."
Tony eyed her, trying to find clues in her green eyes. There was mischief in those. "They tried. I passed. These days, it's basically a participation trophy with a fancier invite."
"Tsk, now ain't that just awful," Rogue purred, her words slow and honeyed. She leaned in closer, her gloved hand trailing over his metal chest. "But Ah reckon ya earned a lil' somethin', don't ya think, Mr. Stark? Somethin' sweet… somethin' real nice."
"Mm-hm." Tony hummed, giving her a quick once-over. No doubt, the twenty-something had that whole sassy charm thing down to a science. Beautiful? Sure. But it was the green eyes, the smirk, and that one-of-a-kind white streaked hair that tied the whole look together. "Alright, I'll bite—what's on your mind?"
"Somethin' somethin'…" Rogue drawled, moving smooth as sin till she was straddling Tony's metal lap in a blink. She peered down at his reclined face, her proud little giggles giving her away—drunk, sure, but still sharp. "Well, sugar… what d'ya say? Wanna be the first to really test out them fancy bio-nanites o' yours?"
A single brow shot up in amusement. Tony gripped her waist with his metal gauntlet, feeling the softness of her supple flesh. Rogue was the definition of a modern country girl. She wasn't built like those models. Slender and bony. Rogue was curvy in all the right places, tall too, and accent, her way of carrying, it all made her who she was.
"So, let me get this straight. I hand you a chance at the whole normal life package—boyfriend, love, maybe a little mischief on weekends. And you? You show up at my door, an almost retired President?" He gave a half-smirk, eyes flicking to the pale of her face, the red of her lips. "Either I'm still dangerously charming… or your standards are too high for average Joes."
"Heh…" Rogue chuckled, her lips quirking as she leaned in close, the soft curve of her chest pressing up against his armor. "Ah' reckon that just might be true. They don't make Presidents like you every day, sugar. Hmm… can't quite tell if I'm the lucky one, or you are."
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