Natasha felt someone come up behind her then, before she could even turn around, they were on her. They grabbed both of her wrists where they were placed on the counter and pushed them further up the granite surface, effectively bending her over. She squirmed and tried to pull free but couldn't even manage to get an inch out of their grasp, and then they were right next to her ear. She felt hot breath on her neck and got goose bumps in spite of her terror.
"Calm down and this will be fun for you." A man growled into her neck and bit down enough to make her jump.
"Who are you…?!" She shrieked, feeling dizzy with fear and something else. She was not even going to name the other feeling as it was irrational and stupid. He ignored her question and pressed his hips into her backside, groaning as his hard on pressed into her ass. He put a large hand around her throat and yanked up, pulling her body flush against him and she could feel the thick muscles of his chest through her thin shirt.
"Please don't do this… I swear I'll do anything you want just please let me go!" She begged, shaking in his grasp. His hand tightened around her neck just enough to put pressure, not enough to stop her breathing.
"Oh, but this iswhat I want." He rasped in her ear, biting down on the lobe. "But I'm not going to stop you from begging a little more; maybe it'll… soften me up. Make me go easier on you. Then again… maybe not." He turned her around to face him, hand still on her throat, the other going up to tangle in her hair.
She could feel her body shaking in his hands, and couldn't get herself under control. The second he turned her and wrapped his fingers tight in her hair, she reached up instinctively to grasp at his forearms, trying to loosen his vice grip. She regretted it as soon as she touched his sweat slick skin. She could feel the powerful cords of muscle that lay just under his skin and she found herself feeling more turned on than frightened. She looked up from his arms to his face and almost collapsed. She knew this man. Knew him like no one else ever had, or ever would. And he knew her just as intimately. She couldn't believe her eyes and had to blink back the tears that welled up at the sight, but yes. It was him. Clint was standing over her, about to do god only knew what, and she couldn't even be frightened anymore. All she felt was relief. It was just Clint Barton. Her partner and best friend. He was just kidding around. This was all just some silly prank of his that she would have to pay him back for. Except that he wasn't laughing, he wasn't letting her go and joking about how much he scared her. He was grinning, yes, but it was a grin she had never seen before. It was full of desire, heat, and something that was a bit frightening to see in her partner.
"Clint? Clint, what are you doing?" She choked out, beginning to feel the fear creep back into her system.
"I told you, I am taking what I want." He said, leaning into her and licking a line across her collar bone. "God… your adrenaline is so high; I can taste it seeping out of your skin."
She felt him grind into her center and then he… he sniffed her. He put his nose into the juncture of her neck and her shoulder and he inhaled deeply. "Mmmhh… You smell like fear and sex. So sweet." He growled, grinding into her again, harder this time. Her lower back was being crushed into the counter and there would probably be bruises there soon.
She stifled a gasp and tried to keep herself calm. Or, at least, what he would perceive as calm. Inside she didn't know what to feel but before she could even start to sort it out, the hand he had tangled into her hair yanked back. He pulled her neck taut until her breathing came out short and ragged. He ran the hand that was around her neck up slowly until it reached her jaw bone. Placing his thumb and middle finger on either side of her face, he squeezed the hinges of her jaw until her mouth fell open with an audible pop.
She tried to close it but his fingers were firm and it hurt to even struggle. She was definitely afraid now. He didn't appear to care whether she got hurt, though he had yet to hurt her himself. She had only gotten hurt when she tried to struggle and that was her own fault. That other feeling, the one that she had refused to identify earlier, came back when he slipped his index finger into her mouth. She could taste the sweat on his skin, but there was something else there as well, a flavor that she couldn't place. He rubbed her tongue with his fingertip and then released her jaw to slide his middle finger in next to it. He ordered her to suck and she closed her mouth around them instantly, sucking hard and hearing him hum low in his throat. She could taste him better now but still couldn't place the odd flavor on his finger. It was bitter but not unpleasant; it was actually quite the opposite. Whatever it was made her body jolt to life and she reached up to grab his wrist and hold him there. Her tongue wound itself around his fingers and she licked and sucked like it was all that was keeping her alive.
"Good girl." He crooned. "Such a good little slut for me." He pushed them in deeper and growled when she parted them with her tongue and licked around each of them before expertly moving down to the juncture in between. "Fuck! You are too good at this…" He groaned but then his face became hard as stone and he ripped his fingers from her mouth, making her fall into him. "You do it a lot? You suck like that for everyone?" He was right in her face now and his hand tightened in her hair. She tried to shake her head but his hold was like iron. "Answer me!" He snarled and lowered her head a fraction so that she was able to speak without straining her throat.
"No! No one else. Just you. Taste so good, couldn't help it. Got carried away. I'm sorry…" She rambled, half scared and half turned on at his rough tone. He seemed so possessive; she had no idea why that was turning her on so much. The man was physically assaulting her and she wanted to moan more than scream. Not that she had never thought of Barton this way but he was her partner, she knew it could never happen. What was he doing? He was going to ruin everything they had built. And what was with the brute force? He was never like this with her, even when they would spar together, he tried to be as gentle as the fight would allow without letting her win. It never turned her on when he hurt her though. She had no idea what was going on with her now…
He surveyed her frightened expression for a moment and then, all of a sudden, he let go of her completely. "On your knees. Now!" He grunted, and she hit the floor without even realizing that she was going to do it. "Good girl." He commended and his right hand shot out to grab the back of her head again, tangling his fingers back into her hair. He pulled her abruptly forward and she fell face first into his lower half. She shifted her knees forward so that she was no longer leaning against him awkwardly and then looked up as best she could with his fingers still strong in her hair. His gaze was cloudy with lust and dominance and he pulled her face more firmly up against himself, grinding a little bit at the pressure of her cheek. She realized immediately what he wanted from her and she complied quickly. She turned her face into him and licked him through his sweats. She felt awkward for a moment, licking him through his pants like this, but then she caught a scent coming from him. It was the same thing she had tasted on his fingers earlier but stronger and it made her dizzy to imagine how it had gotten there. He had thought about this ahead of time. He had touched himself thinking of doing this to her and she had tasted him… Her brain shorted out for a moment and then everything when a little bit hazy. She started to mouth at his dick through his pants, soaking through the fabric until it was almost like she was touching the real thing. She keened high in her throat and tried to pull his sweats down, wanted to get him in her mouth so badly that she actually snarled at him when he pulled her head away and stopped her hands.
"Stop. I don't remember giving you permission to do that, Nat. You have to earn that privilege." He grinned and she almost growled at him. "I want you to beg me for it."
She didn't even hesitate when he made his request. "Please, Clint… Please, I need you in my mouth. Want to taste you, lick you. Want you to fuck my face… Please!" She tried to lean back into him but he was still holding onto her hair and she could barely smell him anymore. A soft whining noise came from her throat and she would have been embarrassed but she needed him and she couldn't help herself.
He appeared to be satisfied as he let her inch closer and she took that as confirmation. She grabbed at his pants and tugged them down hard, not expecting to be met with bare skin underneath. He had not worn briefs as he usually does, come to think of it, she had never even seen him wear sweats before. She must have paid very little attention to him before but now everything was right there in front of her. Literally. He was beautiful. His cock was hard and glistening at the top, pre come beaded at the head. He was long and thick and she would have drooled if she had any saliva in her mouth. She licked him from base to tip and the taste had her seeping through her underwear immediately. She sucked the tip into her mouth and he jolted forward, shoving a little bit too deeply for her but she took it as best as she could. He had the back of her head in hand and was thrusting fiercely into her mouth, going too far at times but she wasn't complaining as he was leaking copious amounts of that flavor into her mouth and she writhed on the floor begging for it. He pulled her back again and she was just as reluctant to go as the last time. She looked up at him and he had his eyes shut, obviously restraining himself. She didn't want that, she wanted him to come in her mouth, hell he could come on any part of her that he wanted to, just so long as she got a taste.
"Get up." He commanded roughly, pulling on her hair and forcing her to stand or risk major hair loss. She got her legs under her just in time to be turned around and swiftly bent over the counter again. She grunted at the impact but remained otherwise silent. He pulled up the skirt she had been wearing abruptly and ripped her underwear off. She felt the fabric tear and was glad for a moment that they weren't her favorite ones, though the moment was cut short when he wrapped one of his steel arms around her waist and plunged two of his fingers into her without warning. She moaned loudly and thrust back into him hard, his palm grinding against her clit. He shot his other hand up in front of her face and instructed her to lick his palm. "That is all the lube you get, sweetheart." She licked his palm thoroughly, missing the taste that his other hand held. Though he tasted very much like his own sweat and she like that just as much. He moved around behind her briefly and then his hand was next to her face, his cock lined up at her entrance. He thrust in so hard that her world blurred. She heard a sharp ringing noise and then her vision went even darker. She felt him thrust again, harder this time—
And she was knocked so hard out of her dream that she almost rolled off the bed. She glared at the ringing coming from her phone and swore to every god that she knew of, in every language, that she would kill whoever it was. She closed her eyes and reached for the phone, opening it and pressing it to her ear in one swift motion.
"Romanov." She muttered into the line darkly.
"Hey, you sound pissed. Who do I need to shoot?" His rough voice ripped her out of her annoyance and she sat up so fast that she got woozy.
"Whoa…" She sighed and bent forward, putting her head between her knees.
"Nat? Are you alright?" His voice got thick with worry and she hurried to answer him so that he didn't call in a firing squad on her invisible attacker.
"I'm fine, Clint. I just sat up too fast. I'm not pissed. Well, not anymore. Is there something you needed?" Her voice was gritty with sleep and she had a flame between her thighs that could burn down a small city.
"Fury wants us in the gym in twenty. He says that we are being assigned to something big and he needs us to get fit incase it goes badly. You up for a little sparring match?" There was a teasing lilt to his voice and she smiled at the challenge.
"Bring it on, Barton. I'll be down in twenty." She said and hung up. She flopped back down onto her pillow and sighed. She could take a shower and solve her problem in there, but she would just have to take another after their training session, to remove the sweat from her exertions, and she thinks maybe one is enough for the day. Instead she lets her hand wander down between her thighs and she tries to relieve some of the tension.