A cheeky little ficlet for you guys ;) As usual, this won't affect the weekly updates of the main fic. Enjoy :) xxx
As a rule of thumb, Alex generally tried to avoid parties. After all, the few parties that she had been to while she had been in high school hadn't exactly been fun. She went to the occasional one now, usually the high end parties that Mary Jane invited her to, now that she was getting better acting and modelling jobs.
But that night was one of the few occasions that she did attend a party. Stark Industries was hosting a gala for... Something. Alex couldn't actually remember what it was for. Probably a launch of something or another, that was usually what these kinds of parties were for - Alex remembered the ones that Harry had taken her to at Oscorp when they were younger.
It was nice, though. An excuse for her and James to dress up in formal clothes and dance, eat fancy food, and talk with their friends. Despite being with James for over a year now, Alex still found it a little strange to see the other Avengers out of their uniforms. It was even stranger to see them dressed in an assortment of tuxedos, suits, and dresses.
Alex herself was dressed in an almost floor length dress, deep purple with little silver crystals (fake, of course) dotted over the waist and the single shoulder. As all of her few formal dressed were, it was an old ballroom dancing costume that she still had from when she had used to do competitions in her teens. James was clothed in a simple but gorgeous black tuxedo, and had found himself a bow tie in the same shade of purple as Alex's dress. And, while Alex would never think it about herself, the two of them made a stunning couple.
So far, they had spent the evening the way anyone does at those sorts of parties, socialising, dancing, laughing. But, as they stood to the side of the dance floor, somebody came up to them. It was a man that neither Alex nor James recognised. He was undoubtedly handsome, with dark skin and jet black hair, and bright brown, almost golden eyes. He was wearing a similar tuxedo to James', although, judging from the fit and the material, it was clearly more expensive.
"Excuse me," he began, offering Alex a dazzling smile and holding his hand out to her, "But I was wondering if I might have this dance?"
Alex returned his smile, and looked up at James. She wasn't looking for his permission, she knew she didn't need his permission for anything. But, every so often, the two of them played a little game. The trust that they had in each other was so strong that they knew the other wouldn't stray, which made it fun when one of them danced or even had some innocent flirting with someone else. But it did make for some amazing sexual tension between the two of them.
Given his almost impossible good looks, and the fact that he had the ability to make every word he spoke seem like flirting, it was usually James who got the most attention. Which made it all the more fun for Alex when it was her turn. Especially because, while he trusted her completely, it did make James wonderfully possessive.
Seeing the cheeky smirk on James' face, Alex knew that he was thinking the same as her, and she turned her attention back to the other man. She nodded, slipping her hand into his, and turned her head back to wink at James as the man led her onto the dance floor.
As they began to dance, Alex stood closer to him than she would if dancing with a friend, but not as close as she would if he were James. She made a little conversation with him, answering his questions and asking a few of her own. His name was Martin, he worked for Stark Industries, he was twenty nine, he came from Indiana. All the while, Alex could feel James looking at her, and it was difficult to stop herself from laughing. She caught his eye as Martin twirled her, and subtly winked at him. She could already see the possessive look in his eyes.
The dance continued for a few minutes more, and Alex continued to exchange innocent little flirting remarks with Martin. But, when the music finished, Alex allowed Martin to kiss her hand, thanked him for the dance, and then made her way back over to James.
The cheeky smile remained on Alex's face as she walked up to James, something which he clearly noticed. "Have fun?" he asked, looking at her with a mixture of amusement and mock jealousy. "He seemed nice."
"He was," Alex replied, linking her hand with her boyfriend's. "Friendly. Flirty."
"Oh, he was flirty?" James replied, just about managing not to laugh. "Tell me, Alex, did you flirt back?"
Alex grinned. "I suppose I did, a little, yes. Why, is that a problem, James?"
James leant down to steal a quick, but deep kiss from Alex. "Hm, I don't know. How can I be sure that you don't like him more than you like me?" It was now incredibly obvious that James was trying not to laugh.
As a pause hung in the air, Alex had an idea. It was something that she'd thought about before, something that she'd wanted to do for a while, and something that she and James had briefly spoken about. And it was daring, especially for her. But Alex couldn't resist.
Subtly moving to stand in front of James, so that nobody else could see his body. And, as she kissed him, Alex gently began to trail her fingers up and down James' cock through his pants. She gently tugged on his lip with her teeth, and then whispered, "Oh, I can think of a few ideas."
As Alex looked up at him, her big brown eyes filled with a naughty desire, James bit back a groan. To anyone else, it would look like they were simply talking, but she was now cupping him with one hand, the fingers of her other hand tracing little spirals on his length through the material. God, he could already feel his pants getting tighter.
Before his arousal could grow so that the entire party could see it, James grabbed Alex's hand and led her to where the bathrooms were. They were useless, there would be other people in them. But, about halfway down the corridor, James opened a door onto a sort of powder room. He didn't care what kind of room it was; it was empty, and the door had a lock on it, which was enough.
He led Alex inside, shut and locked the door, and then pulled her close to him, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. He guided her hands to his crotch, desperate for her touches. As Alex slipped her hand into his pants and began to stroke him through his underwear, James moaned into her mouth. He was fully hard now, and he wanted more, needed more from her.
His voice catching slightly, James moved his lips to Alex's ear, and whispered, "Get on your knees for me, doll."
A grin appeared on Alex's face again, and she gave James another long kiss, before getting to her knees before him. While James was undoubtedly the dominant one of the two of them, and while they both knew that Alex liked being told what to do, James wasn't usually quite so brash with his instructions. But it certainly fit the mood, and it often came with James' possessive side. And Alex was definitely liking it. Besides, given that there was a certain dominate and submissive side to them sometimes, they had talked about boundaries before. Both Alex and James knew that, if either of them were uncomfortable, they would say so, and they would both stop.
She kept her hands by her sides as James unbuckled his pants, their eyes locked all the while. He moved the material of his trousers and underwear down just enough to free his erect length, and then grinned at Alex expectantly.
Almost immediately, Alex began to trace her lips over James' cock, leaving little kisses and licks on his flesh. She suddenly felt James hand in her hair, pulling her back gently. He tilted her head so that she was looking at him again, and then positioned her head so that the tip of his member was resting on her bottom lip.
"Suck me," he smirked, lust filled eyes looking over Alex's face.
Alex did not need any further instruction. She parted her lips, and took James into her mouth, slowly letting him fill her mouth until the tip of his length was touching the back of her throat. And she smiled around his cock as she heard James' groan of pleasure. Alex started moving her mouth up and down James' shaft, letting her tongue swirl over his tip each time she came up.
A dirty moan left James, and he tangled his hand in Alex's hair even more as she worked him. She felt so good, so warm and wet around his cock, and James found himself beginning to buck into Alex's mouth, carefully, so as not to cause her to choke. He moved his other hand to her hair as well, moving Alex's head so that James was now dictating the pace at which she sucked him.
Alex was obedient to James' motions, and she moved one of her hands to massage his balls, giving him as much pleasure as she could while the other hand squeezed his ass. She felt him let go of her head, and knew that he was giving her free reign once more.
And she started speeding up her pace, moving her lips up and down James' cock faster and faster. Alex desperately wanted to make her boyfriend come, to make him feel good. And his groans were so amazing to hear. She knew that anyone walking past could probably hear him, but she didn't care.
James' metal hand was gripping the counter that he was leaning against, and his flesh hand had moved back to Alex's hair again, winding his fingers in her silky locks as he felt his release get closer and closer. He knew that he was pulling a little bit, but she hadn't given any sign of him hurting her, or asked him to stop, so he knew that she was alright.
His moan caught in his throat as James felt himself get closer to his peak, and he managed to stammer, "A- Alex, baby, I- I'm g- going to- Oh, fuck…"
Alex smiled again as she heard James' voice rise as he approached his climax, and she kept her pace steady as his hand tightened in her hair and he moaned deeply. Doing her best to ignore the taste, Alex swallowed what he gave her. And she came off James with one last tantalising lick up his shaft, before sitting back and grinning up at him.
James still had his head back and his eyes closed as he came down from his orgasm, but he eventually looked down at Alex again. "F- Fuck, baby doll, that… Wow…"
Alex giggled as she got to her feet, smoothing out the skirt of her dress, and then kissed James deeply as she tucked him back into his pants, and zipped up the fly. "We should go back," she murmured. "People will be wondering where we are."
A small groan of protest came from James as he returned the kiss. "But you didn't get your turn," he replied, unhappy with the idea of leaving Alex unsatisfied when she had been so good to him.
"Make it up to me later," Alex teased, giving James one final kiss before she straightened his tuxedo jacket, took his hand, unlocked the door, and led James back out to the party.