Avengers Imagines

Ch. 13~Escort Part 3-Tony Stark Smut

I manage to wave a quick goodbye to William before we escape to Tony's car and race out of there. Our hands are clasped together on the center console and so far I've just been absentmindedly running my thumb over his, but now I think it's time for a little fun.

I lay out his hand on the supple leather and just barely let the nail on my pointer finger skim each slightly curled finger. Tony lets me and I notice him pressing his lips together every once and a while to release some tension. Smirking, I clasp his hand again and bring it to my lips. My lips graze the outside of his fingers now, leaving little kisses on his knuckles and fingernails before moving to the next finger. This time I keep my eyes on his face so when he looks over at me he meets my gaze.

"Oh, god." He murmurs and the growing tent in his slacks eggs me on. Now I kiss the tip of his thumb before licking a circle around the tip and sucking it into my mouth. "Jesus Christ, woman." Tony swears and pulls his thumb out of my mouth with an audible pop. We come to a sharp stop and Tony jumps out of the car, actually sliding across the hood to get to my side. He whips the door open and our hands meet once again. Thankfully, there's a sidewalk to the door so it's easy to hurry there. Tony shows immense patience by letting me glance around the cavernous space before taking me upstairs to his bedroom. The minute we enter I burst into a fit of laughter. On the right wall on a bookshelf beside a door that I assume leads to the bathroom, are rows of different colored and patterned sweatpants that obviously took precedence over the pile of books in the floor.

"I swear, I thought you were kidding." I breathe, happily untying the bow on the back of my neck while Tony sheds his jacket, tie, and shoes.

Tony makes a face as if I've offended him. "I don't joke about comfort." He replies and kneels in front of me. "Speaking of..." He reaches under my dress to my ankles. "may I?" He asks with a finger on the clasp. I nod and put my hands on his shoulders to keep me steady. It's ecstasy when my bare feet hit the cold floor sans shoes and irritating cell holder. Tony looks up at me with a smile and tugs lightly on my dress for permission. I slip my arms out from the sleeves and look down at him so he knows I'm ready. Gently, he tugs my dress off me, groaning when he sees I'm not wearing any underwear. When his eyes reach my breasts he turns confused and I giggle.

"They're stickers. I had to wear them with the dress." I explain and rip them off, tossing them at his feet now that he's standing. I can see him tuck away the information for further questioning later, but for now he just takes in my naked body while I put a hand on my hip. "I know I'm a work of art, but this particular exhibit encourages touching." My tone is teasing, but I feel a little needy. I can't remember a time when there's been a chance I want the other person more than they want me. I'm not unaware of the irony of that. An escort who's work lacks passion. Mm, yes very funny. Right now, I just want his hands on my body, no, need his hands on my body. Tony doesn't disappoint.

We crash together once again, hungry lips finding one another while desperate hands search for something to cling to. My fingers make quick work of his belt and pants. He kicks them aside after I push them down, then our lips reconnect as I undo the buttons of his button up. I push him back and we both laugh into one another's mouth when we bounce a little on his bed. We both pause when all the buttons are undone and I put a hand on his chest. Half on the reactor and half on his skin. Our eyes meet and I examine the depths of those topaz gems to see what he wants. The vulnerability in them throws me off a second. For a moment, I think of how there haven't been any pictures of Tony with women since his kidnapping.

"Is this your first time since this?" I ask in simple terms, tapping lightly on the glass with the pad of my finger. Tony seems a bit surprised I called him out, but his hands are still heavy and gentle as they continuously skim my bare back. It speaks to how comfortable he is with me and leaves a weird, warm feeling in my chest.