The Hamptons' House

1997: Part 4

Tony was in no rush to leave again. He always fell so neatly into the role he'd carved out for himself. Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist was a suit of armor he wore to protect himself from people who wanted to take advantage of him. These weeks, however rarely they occurred, were the only real times he took it off. That armor was heavy and he never realized quite how hard it was to put back on until after he spent a week with you and Rhodey not wearing it.

He lay in bed watching you get out what you were going to wear today and packing away the rest of your things. He still had that post-sex glow and he just wanted to pull you back in bed with him. He wanted to hold on to these last moments as long as he could. He was planning to drive you into the city, but if the two of you had to arrive in New York at midnight to hold onto this until the last second, he was willing to do it.

"You gonna get up and take a shower with me?" you asked, looking over at him.

He smirked and held out his hand to you. "Not yet."

You chuckled and sashayed over to him adding extra sway to your hips. "You can't possibly be ready to go again already."

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into bed. You squealed and broke down into giggles as he pulled you close to him and started kissing your neck. "Why don't you think I can go again so soon? I'm still young."

"But are you though?" you teased.

He broke down in laughter and rolled on top of you. "You're trouble," he scolded.

"I sure am," you purred. "Such a bad, bad girl."

Tony laughed and brought his lips to yours. He kissed you deeply and passionately but even as fun as it was to be with you here messing around, he felt a sense of melancholy set in. He pulled back and looked down into your eyes.

"I don't want to lose this," he said, letting himself be open with you, in these last moments before you left.

"Who said you have to?" you asked. You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as they tugged the tangled curls free. It made his skin prickle and his cock jump.

He shrugged a little. "You're seeing someone. Maybe next time you'll be married."

"Then I'll bring him with me," you said. "The two of you can spit-roast me."

Tony burst out laughing and felt himself relax immediately. He let his weight collapse down on you and he nuzzled into your neck. "Is that so."

"Oh yeah. You'd like that wouldn't you?" you teased. "Or maybe I'll put on that strap-on, and we'll spit roast you. You'd like that too I bet, you dirty boy? Sucking his cock while I rail you from behind?"

Tony groaned and rolled his hips against you. "Fuck you are a bad girl," he growled and got up onto his knees. "Rollover."

You quickly got onto your knees and he pulled down your pajama pants and spanked your ass. It wasn't hard. Just a playful tap that made a soft crack as skin hit skin. The sound you made when he did it went straight to his dick. You gasped and moaned loudly, wriggling back towards him.

"Oh, you like that, do you? The bad girl likes being spanked," he teased, massaging your ass as he taunted you. His cock throbbed and he began to grind it against your ass.

"Yes," you mewled, pushing back against him. "Punish me."

He spanked you again, harder this time, the sound of the crack filling the room like a shot. You gasped again and moaned louder, grinding your ass back against his cock. He spanked you again and grabbed your hips and pulled you up against him. "So needy. You want my cock, honey?"