Video Tapping - MCU - Tony Stark x OFC
Everything was ready. The bed had silk sheets, the temperature of the room was perfect, champagne was on ice, the glasses were chilled to perfection, and the pièce de resistance, the video camera, was all set up. Tony couldn't wait for Lyla to get home.
They had been talking about it for a while, and it didn't take much convincing for Lyla to accept doing a sex tape with Tony, even with all her reservations about it. They were always pushing boundaries when it came to sex and this was just another one.
Sure, in the beginning Lyla worried that the tape could be leaked, or someone might hack his server and find it, but then again, this was Tony Stark she was talking about. There was no way anyone could hack Jarvis and Tony would never leak it to the press. They both had an image to maintain, and this definitely would have all the makings of being a PR nightmare if it ever got out.
Tony was waiting for her in their bedroom. He knew she would be nervous, hence why he had the champagne. A little liquid courage, not just for her, but for him too. He knew what he was asking her to do, and he knew the consequences if it ever got out, so he promised her he would delete it after they watched it. Still, they were equal parts nervous and excited for what was coming.
She walked in the room from their walking closet just wearing one of his ties, making Tony scan her body with his eyes, his mouth watering with each curve and freckle. He pressed the record button on the little remote and placed it on the table next to the champagne, before serving them a glass each and walking to her, glasses in hand.
He kissed her softly and handed her her glass, toasting and taking a sip before placing them on the dresser next to the camera. Caressing her skin, he wrapped an arm around her waist while his other hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close to kiss her again, this time more passionately.
His kiss was demanding, forcing his tongue through her lips and battling hers for dominance. Lyla's hand dropped from his chest to his cock, pressing it over his jeans and massaging it. She could feel just how hard he was and how much it was straining against his clothes, almost as if it were begging her to free it.
She made quick work with the button and zipper, freeing his cock and grabbing it, pumping him a little. Lyla heard him groan against her lips, clearly surprised with her moving so fast. The truth was that she had been turned on all day, thinking about that night. She even considered taking care of matters herself during her lunch break, but decided against it, just in case someone walked in on her.
Tony took his hand from her waist and slowly caressed his way down to her entrance. One flick of his finger and he noticed she was drenched. His cock twitched in her hand and she squeezed it making him moan. He placed his thumb on her clit and played with it, rubbing and massaging her nub, making her beg for release. He picked up speed and soon she was coming, screaming his name.
He smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling his hand away from her clit, and led her towards the bed. Tony stripped his jeans off and sat on the edge of the bed, while Lyla sat on his lap, facing the camera, her legs between his.
They had agreed to start slow, so Lyla began moving back and forth, rubbing her entrance on his cock slowly and moaning at the sensation. Tony had his hands on her waist, helping her move and keeping her balanced at the same time, but he wanted more. Moving one hand down, he slipped two fingers in her, forcing her to open her legs and started pumping in and out as fast as the position allowed.
Lyla leaned back against his chest, one of her hands grabbing her breast and massaging it and pinching her own nipple, making herself moan even more, while the other grabbed on to his arm, not wanting him to stop. She felt the knot tighten before exploding, screaming his name when it did, a wave of pleasure washing over her.
Tony pulled his fingers out and licked them, tasting her and groaning at the thought that soon he was going to be inside of her. He helped her to her feet and, after walking around her, laid her on the bed, her legs hanging on the side of it.
He kneeled in front of her, spreading her legs, and didn't wait. Eating her pussy was something that Tony enjoyed deeply and tonight would be no exception. Licking her folds, he made quick work thrusting his tongue inside of her. He had one hand on her stomach to keep her still while the other was rubbing her clit as if his own life depended on making her come, Lyla moaning and pleading under him. A few well-placed licks and rubs later, and she was coming with his mouth wrapped around her pussy and drinking what he called the nectar of the Gods.
Tony gave her a couple of minutes to catch her breath before telling her to get on her hands and knees facing the camera. Lyla did as she was told and Tony walked around and kneeled behind her, admiring her swollen pussy from the treatment he had already given her. He couldn't wait to be inside her and feel her wrapped around his cock.
Lining up with her, he placed the tip of his cock by her entrance and brushed it against it, teasing her for as long as he could. Lyla was a moaning mess, begging him to fuck her and to make her come, fisting the sheets under her hands, her arms collapsing and leaving her on her arms and elbows, as she was losing it.
Tony gave one harsh push forward and heard her gasp as he groaned at the sensation of being finally inside of her. The position was perfect for him to hit her core and making her come as many times as he wanted. He gave her time to adjust and when she started moving her hips, there was no stopping him.
Thrusting into her as hard as he could, picking up speed with each thrust, he knew neither of them would last long. Her moans mixing with his own, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, it was all sending his cock into overdrive and he couldn't care less. He wanted her, all of her, and he was going to get what he wanted.
Tony felt her clamp around his cock, putting it in a vice-like grip before hearing her scream his name and beg for more. He just kept the rhythm, wanting her to come once more before he did the same. Tony moaned her name and told her to come with him and that he was close. It didn't take much for Lyla to come again, and a couple more thrusts and Tony was coming inside of her, his cum filling her up to the brim, almost making her pass out from the pleasure.
He fell forward, resting his head against her back, trying to catch his breath and hearing her try to do the same, neither one moving. Tony was the first to move at all, pulling out and watching as his cum slid out from her pussy and down her leg.
Getting up, he walked on shaky legs to the bathroom, where he cleaned himself up and grabbed a towel. Wetting it, he went back to the bedroom and climbed on the bed to where Lyla still was laying, cleaning her up, before tossing the towel aside.
He pulled her up to their pillows and towards his chest, caressing her back to help her relax. Once her breathing evened out, he knew she had fallen asleep and allowed himself to follow her, completely forgetting the camera and that it was still recording.