Bartoned

Chapter 33

You woke up to the bed dipping on the side. Sun was streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling window and you pulled your covers over your head to block it out. Not that you really meant to sleep right now. You'd gotten up when Clint had gone down for the morning Avengers training that happened on the weekend and didn't involve you. Doreen had asked if she could work extra hours because she was saving up for a trip to Hong Kong. You would have thought that now she could go back to her normal life she might like the day off, but you were still so exhausted you thought a little bit of extra help - at least until lunchtime - might be good.

So Doreen had taken Nattie to the Saturday morning baby group and you'd gotten back into bed. You thought you might just rest, maybe scroll on your phone, and post those baby photos to Facebook you hadn't posted yet. Instead, you'd fallen back to sleep with your phone in your hand.

You rolled into the body that was now lying beside you and he closed his arms around you. He smelled of sweat, and his shirt was slightly damp with it. "Eww..." you complained and he chuckled lightly.

"You're the one that rolled into me," he said.

"Doreen still out?" you asked.

"Mm-hmm..." he hummed, thought a nap looked pretty good.

You kissed his neck and pulled yourself closer to him. "How married to that idea are you?"

He laughed louder and looked down at you. "Depends on what you're offering there, babe."

You rolled over so you were straddling him and you pushed his shirt up over his head. "I think you can probably guess," you purred. When his t-shirt was off, you twisted it around one hand, so he was trapped in the sleeve. You wound the fabric around one of the bars in the headboard and caught his other hand in it so his arms were pinned above his head.

Clint groaned and flexed his muscles. You ran your hands down his arms, tracing your fingertips over the veins and tendons in his forearms and traveling over the hills and valleys of his biceps. Your eyes ran over his chest. He was a map of scars and you leaned down and began to kiss them one by one. The one very human member of the Avengers had the body to prove how human he was.

Clint hummed and rolled his spine. "I don't know what the hell is going on right now, but I'm into  it."

"You don't know?" you asked as you ghosted your lips down the large scar above his hip. "No one ever taught you about the birds and the bees?"

He hummed and closed his eyes, lifting his hips. You took the opportunity to pull down his sweats and throw them aside. "That's when the birds have sex with the bees, isn't it?"

You stifled a laugh. "Uh-huh. And you're a bird..."

"So you're gonna let a bee fuck me?" he asked.

You snorted as you attempted not to laugh. "You are into some weird shit, Clint."

He started laughing. "You're the one bringing up the interspecies breeding."

You leaned down and ran your flattened tongue up his cock. "Shush you, or I'll gag you."

He hummed and squirmed on the bed. "Yes, ma'am."

You slowly licked over his cock and nipped at the sensitive spot under the head. He hummed and relaxed while his cock twitched and jumped at the attention you were giving it. You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock and sat up and went to grab the lube from the side table.

"Aw, no. What happened?" Clint whined.

"Only good things, honey," you promised as your hand closed around the tube.