Drabble: 18. Only when I give you permission

22. I dare you to try me

(requested by Alizromanoffsj on twitter)

Paring: Steve/Natasha

Word count: 1,009

Rating: M

"I dare you to try me, Rogers." Natasha huskily mumbled to him, tugging him towards her by his tie before moving closer to kiss him.

They had been on a simple undercover op and when they had been done, the words that their target had spoken to Steve lingered in her mind. Women aren't meant to be in charge. They're too emotional.

"Did you really agree with what he said?" The spy glanced at him as they made their way out of the black SUV and towards the elevator at Tower.

"Of course not. You know I don't agree with men who say that. In certain aspects however…. It's a lot better if, I take charge." His voice had lowered and was dripping with inappropriate suggestions. The darkening of his eyes sent a small shiver down her spine. When he was in charge it really was great but she had other ideas.

It was really had to focus on her plan when he was pinning her to the door of his floor, a hand tangling into her red curls as the other hooked a leg around his hips. His hand ghosting over her calf and moving up the pencil skirt she wore. Their lips battled for dominance as his hand expertly moved further up her leg squeezing her skin as it went. Moans slowly filled the room before they broke apart, panting for air. Damn it. He was making this more difficult that she had thought.

Pushing her hips against his growing erection, she knew she had suddenly gotten the upper hand when he let out a small moan. That was all it took for her to move quickly and flip them over, shoving him against the wall next to the door.

"I'm not called a seductress for nothing, Rogers." Blinking, Steve knew he was in trouble with the look and smirk she gave him. Fuck.

Pressing herself against him, she nipped and licked at his neck before moving to kiss him once more. His hands settled on her hips, her own small hands undoing his belt and dress pants in record time.

"You aren't the only one who can take charge, Captain." The spy whispered in his ear, before gracefully sinking to her knees in front of him.

Licking her lips, green hues looked up at him through thick lashes, lithe hands freeing his erection of its confinement.

"Nat-" Steve's voice sounded slightly strangled as he looked down at her. They had never done this; he knew she was more than willing but he had never felt comfortable letting her do it.

"You don-" The only thing he could do was moan as she took him into her mouth. Holy fucking hell.

Humming around him, she worked him with her hand and mouth for a few moments as she relished the feeling of being in charge. She was finally getting a chance to do this and it was freaking worth it. Removing her mouth, she licked the underside of member before pumping him with her hand. He looked absolutely wrecked. Disheveled hair, mouth a gape, eyes screwed shut. It looked like she was the only person who could reduce the great Captain America to a desperate moaning mess.

"Steve. Look at me." Her pumping had slowed down, but the wicked smirk still remained on her lips.

Blue hues meeting green, Steve swore he was going to die. Of a heart attack or due to lack of oxygen he didn't know. He just knew he was going to die. Bucking into her hand, he moaned as she squeezed a bit harder. He struggled to keep his eyes from fluttering shut as she licked and sucked on him, there was no way in hell he was going to last much longer.

As his eyes fluttered shut, Natasha used the opportunity to take him completely into her mouth.

"Fuck!" A hand immediately found her red curls as he tried tugging her away from him. But that only made it worse… or a thousand times better really… because she fucking moaned around him as she bobbed her head up and down. Letting his head fall back against the door, he bucked his hips, gently fucking her mouth. Panting and moaning he could feel himself hurl towards his release.

But it seemed like she had other ideas. Her hot, wet mouth was suddenly missing and so was her hand, her lips mere millimeters from his raging hard on.

"Wh-"

Natasha wanted to grin at the look he gave her. Blue eyes clouded with lust and wide with sudden confusion, breathing labored as his mind tried to figure out what was going on.

"You aren't coming unless I give you permission. Besides, did I say you could fuck my mouth?" Raising a brow at him, she squeezed her thighs together. This was really turning her on, she had half a mind to slip a hand under her skirt to take the edge off, but her goal was getting Steve to come first, she could wait.

The Captain simply shook his head, not being able to find his voice.

Licking her lips once more, she wrapped a hand around him and worked him over before taking him back into her mouth. That's how she kept him for a while, close but not close enough. Payback for all the times he'd kept her on the edge before letting her come.

"Tasha… damn it… please."

"Fine. But you're coming in my mouth." Moved her hand around him, she was loving the groans and grunts that were falling from his lips.

"For me." Natasha quickly added at the look he gave her.

Taking him all the way into her mouth, she moaned around him, sucking a bit harder as she allowed him to fuck her mouth.

It didn't take long for him to let out an incoherent groan of her name as he finally found his release. Eagerly she lapped it up, her hand wrapping around him as she pulled away. The surge of pride that ran through her manifested itself in a smug smile as she stood up. She'd finally done it. Made Steve Rogers come first.

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