A/N: This chapter took me FOREVER! Sorry about that, it was so hard to get through the damned lemon. Which if you don't want to read there is a little separation thing. I realize not everyone is a perv like me, but for those who are; I hope it isn't terrible. I saw Iron Man 3, and it made writing this story even more difficult because I happen to really like Pepper. Luckily Tony and my OC just aren't meant to be in this fic. If you're wondering, no her real name is not , I know things are moving very slowly but they will speed up. Leave me some nice little cherry topped reviews if you like it please :) They make my day.
Two hours later and Tony still hadn't learned anything new about this girl except that she's just as stubborn as he is. She answered all of questions and inappropriate comments with a rude and unpleasant retort. She seemed to especially enjoy mocking him when his comments were too sexual for comfort. She only spoke when he spoke to her, never starting the verbal battles between them. Only finishing them. With each and every thing that came out of that gorgeous mouth of hers Tony found himself practically salivating with how attracted to her he was. Her constant blows to his ego both wounded him and aroused him, to the point that Tony was twitching in an attempt to keep from tackling and dry humping her. Her unchanging disinterest in him just could not be defeated. Tony gave up on shaking off all the indecent fantasies that kept replaying in his mind. Over and over again he imagined muting her venomous tongue by shoving his dick into her mouth, only to then take it out and let her continue verbally abusing him whilst he French kisses the divinity between her thighs.
"Fantasizing about my cunt again?" He snapped out of his day dream, meeting her knowing stare.
He chuckled "Just a little", she could almost smell the lust emanating from him. Now at a safe distance from her at the opposite side of the limo, he looked to her a mix of a child on time out and a caged animal. Odd combination. A tissue held under his bleeding nose.
"It really does just crush me to disappoint you Mr. Stark but you should know my tits are nowhere near as large as they appear to be. With that remaining factor eliminated, I'm really not your type. Nor are you mine. So this really isn't going to go anywhere."
"You don't have to be my type to be attractive"
"I never said I did, but seeing as how I don't have a God given rack and hay colored hair, or a grand smile to match my bubbly personality; I'm failing to see why you haven't gotten off my case already."
"While I really do love all those ingredients, what you also failed to notice in your research is that I'd take a challenging cold fish like yourself over an easy catch any day. Whether she looks a Barbie or not."
"You must not come across many that are unwilling then."
"You're right I don't, but when I do I usually keep them around for awhile." He said this as if it were a deal breaker.
She glared and curled her lip like she suddenly smelt something bad. "Oh so tempting"
Tony frowned. What a challenge this was. His natural charm had no effect on her. Even if it did, he had no way of knowing. Barely anything slipped through that emotionless expression. Only what she wanted to, to get her point across. If Tony paid very close attention he could sometimes hardly pick up on something through her ethereal eyes but it was never anything positive. He stared hungrily at her, while trying to think of a different approach. After about ten minutes, he came up with something. Well she obviously favors practical thinking. How can sex be somehow practical? Evidently, she's an experienced criminal. Has a male partner. But he's the tech guy. Tech nerds are almost never attractive, unless you're me of course. Keeping a low profile can't leave much room for relationships, or fuck buddies. Damn, that sucks. Hmmm, a lead perhaps?
"How long has it been since you let someone make love to you?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes, "The last time I got laid really does not make any difference, I'm not fucking you Mr. Stark".
Tony grinned at her raw choice of words compared to his term of sentiment.
"No really, hear me out here.. I can imagine, in your uh…profession, you don't get much contact with the opposite sex. At least not that kind of contact. And this partner of yours, he's I'm guessing a little dweeby right? Slouches around in his Star Trek t shirt, doesn't comb his hair much, shouts creative cuss words at his Xbox, maybe even a little soft in his mid-section. You don't want to be handled by that. But then, there's me. I can obviously obtain whatever you need financially, without you having to tally up another felony. I might be a hundred years your senior, but even you can't deny that age becomes me." He winked, much to her annoyance." And my extensive track record with women just serves as assurance that I know all the buttons to push and exactly the right strings to pull. Doesn't that sound like a hell of good time? Think about it, you really don't know when there'll be another time with such convenience. I can't imagine you'll be robbing many billionaires as fit as me. We're rich, who needs looks when you've got a whopping bank account right? You're a genuinely attractive woman, you don't deserve those kind of options. And yes, you're right. You certainly are not what I usually aim for physically, but I adore a woman with an attractive mind. The dumb ones I leave for when my dick itches, and I'm too lazy to scratch it. I wouldn't have put this much ridiculous effort and time into pursuing you if I didn't like what I saw. Now, no matter how many times you mock my intelligence in that sarcastic tone of yours, I know that you know I'm a fuckin genius. And I've also acquired the hero title as of recent years. Not easy to live up to, so I've got a lot of stress that I'd like to relieve tonight by humping the life out of your vagina. Based off of those massive walls you've got built up there, I think it's safe to say you've got some serious stress to let go of as well. Probably more so than I."
She only continued staring at him after his grand speech, but this time Tony could see the gears turning in her head.
Wow. He's made an appeal to my logic. He's right. Persistent really doesn't suffice.
She couldn't deny that as the two hours in the car dragged on, she slowly began to find him more appealing. He really was a smart man. He also shot back smart ass comments just as quick as she did, if not faster. She hadn't come across a truly quick witted man in a very long time, and this one really kept her on her toes. Talking to him was like playing a mental game of chess. She enjoyed figuring out how to parry each of his investigative questions, and suggestive statements. His charm was very effective, yes. Her backbone however, was just too strong to bend to his will. He's realized this, and now has tried on her thinking cap. Thus finally started to make her consider his argument.
Well Stark, it's been about six years since I've shared a bed with someone. Four years before that. So yes you're offer sounds very very tempting. However I will get paid to kill you. And with that money I can buy more dildos to substitute you.
But as she continued her blank stare as he waited for her response, her damned eyes betrayed her. They have a tendency of doing that. Her gaze roamed the rest of him. It stayed on his hands for a bit, making her wonder what they would feel like. She hardly remembered what a man's touch felt like, her skin ached for it. Of course on her last mission similar to this one, a man's hands made contact with nearly every inch of her skin before she killed him. She didn't feel any of it. She was in a different mindset, too focused on the task at hand. Much like she was before Tony figured out she was playing him. The gears kept turning in her head.
How much money would I lose out on? These people promised me a lot. How risky would it be to forfeit? Would I really turn this down for a night with Stark? I could kill him after I fuck him. No no, that would definitely get me caught. DNA all over the damn place, and I don't have enough time or any of my shit to do a clean. Is this a smart decision? Probably not. He's right though. Who knows when I'll even touch another person again. I'm such a hermit. I can figure out how to fix it all later. I've failed missions for them before, there was no great penalty. Even if they did try to come after me, they wouldn't be able to. Shit. I'm really considering this. Fuck. He really isn't bad to look at. He looks sincerely disappointed that I've not answered him yet. Almost hurt. I am amazing at bruising a man's confidence. I can see his boner clearly through his pants. He seems to be well equipt. Oh fuck. This prick really has no idea how he just saved his own life.
"You're a cheating bastard Mr. Stark", she finally uttered. Tony gave up. Check-fucking-mate.
He still held her gaze but now with defeat.
"You better wash the sheets when we're done. I'm sure she's probably a good girlfriend, it would suck to have to smell….you know, me."
Tony's eyebrows shot up. Victory. At fucking last. He eyes filled with lust, and he looked as if he were about to pounce on her.
She held up a finger, "No no, you will control yourself until we get to your room."
Tony sat back, grinning and glaring at once. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that bitch.
He knocked on the roof three times, "Yes Mr. Stark?"
"Hey Franklin let's skip the jazz for tonight, just let us out at the back entrance, it's much quicker."
"Will do, Sir"
She smirked at his urgency. Once the limo came to a stop Tony got out first then turned around to help her out, but when he did she was already out of the vehicle and making her way to the door. He came up close behind her trapping her against the door. She turned around and slipped her hand into the inside pocket of his jacket. Finding his keys she picked out the right one and opened the door.
Tony followed behind her as she lead the way to the elevator, knowing exactly where to go as if she herself lived there. He kept his gaze on her hips swaying back and forth, and how her strong legs took long, firm strides. Waiting for the elevator Tony locked eyes with her through the reflection of the elevator doors.
"Calm the hell down, you're looking at me like I'm dinner"
"In a way, you are, and I'm starving"
She rolled her eyes, "So smooth".
Despite this Tony could see lust seeping through her.
The elevator dinged and opened. She stepped inside before him and pressed the button to the twelfth floor, but then moved to the opposite side of the elevator facing the doors. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her looking at the floor numbers light up as they passed each one. It was incredibly awkward. Tony realized this and didn't like it. He pushed her against the wall and started attacking her neck, grinding his erection between her legs. She moved and positioned them next to the doors, bending her knees slightly then pulling Tony down by his shirt connecting their mouths. He was so wrapped up in her that he didn't notice her actions were a bit odd. What he did notice however was that her kiss wasn't cat-like and teasing as before. Now it was straightforward confident and knew what it wanted. She even acted in how she kissed him. Talk about attention to details.
He liked this new discovery, now finding it impossible to view her as anything less than a woman, and deciding she had to be lying about her implied age range. As their tongues danced against one another he slipped his thumb into the cleavage of her bra, rubbing her nipple, feeling it harden at his touch. Just as her hand moved to his crotch to massage him through his pants, the elevator dinged signaling the doors opening. She quickly looked down and shoved him off of her, turning around and adjusting herself a little. A boy, probably no older than 14 entered the elevator. The way his bright red hair was styled reminded tony of Carrot Top. He looked through his IPod for a different song oblivious to the other two people next to him. Once he found it he glanced at Danny and Tony. He was used to seeing Tony Stark around here, so he wasn't feeling any bit star struck. His eyes landed on Danny, however and he couldn't take them off. Raking his eyes over every inch of her body. To him it looked like candy in a dark green wrapper. Tony smirked, not minding at all someone else ogling his prize. Turning to the boy he mouthed 'Hot, right?' gesturing toward her. The boy nodded mouthing back 'Yours?' Tony nodded arrogantly, the boy half grinned and shook his head appraisingly. He got out on the eighth floor, Tony didn't waste any time trying to reassume their position. But she stepped to the side as he stepped forward to her. Without looking at him she said, "Wait till we get there." He relished the sound of her calm demand, and obeyed. Four floors later he followed her to his door.
Deciding he behaved enough he pressed himself onto her back and dragged his hands up under her skirt, letting his fingers find their way back to that place he was dying to get inside of. Despite her display of a Tony proof exterior, she was deliciously wet. He felt his blood turning to fuel as she struggled to unlock the door, letting slip a barely audible, "Uhh". She shoved it open escaping from his hands.
"JARVIS lock us up please, and give me some sensual lighting will ya?" JARVIS didn't answer strangely but the door locked behind him and the lights dimmed. Tony was too entertained watching Danny slip out of her dress to care if JARVIS didn't feel like talking.
"Hey, that's my job." Removing his jacket he stalked up to her, and began undoing the buttons to his shirt. Holding his gaze a second she turned around and bent over to remove her heels. While examining her ass he noticed another tattoo. It was a small but intricately designed gargoyle on her right hip. Her body art in comparison to all the other women he's fucked was much better. He was used to finding cute things like kiss marks, flowers, butterflies, and way too many stupid quotes. The difference in view made him want to fuck her senseless just for being an unusual catch. She faced him again only to be turned back around.
His finger came to her lips slipping a small white pill between them. She knew it wasn't to fuck her up, more than likely some advanced and somewhat harmful pregnancy prevention pill. It wouldn't be the first she's had to take. "Not a fan of children Mr. Stark?"
"We'd make horrible parents anyway don't cha think?" she could hear the smirk in his voice. Rolling her eyes she spit the pill out discreetly and held in the crook between her fingers. She felt one hand unclasping her bra and the other grip her hip, his breath close to her ear.
"The thing about ice queens like you is that, they melt so wonderfully", Tony watched his thumb caress her tattoo, and trace the gargoyle's wing as he said this. He slid her lacey black thong down and led her forward in front of his couch. She gripped the cushion letting the pill fall from her fingers, and scooting it under the couch with her foot.
"I wasn't kidding about that daddy bit earlier, but if that's too much for you Tony will do."
His lips began their service to her neck and shoulder.
"I think I'll stick with Mr. Stark, who may I add talks entirely too much."
He hummed a laugh into her jawline.
"Then Mr. Stark it is", strong hands pressed her forward to lean on the couch as he slammed himself into her from behind. Gripping her tattooed hip tightly as he pumped in and out of her. He bit his lip when she bent over further to accommodate him. You've got the right idea but I believe it's this that you're looking for. With one hand under her belly button and the other above her crack he tilted her hips forward, and down further. Her hands tightening their grip on the sofa cushion told him he found it. Thrusting harder, he was rewarded with the sound of her gasping in pleasure. He nearly lost it because of that sound. Her breathing quickened soon, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy at the feeling of her walls clenching around him and the sound her breathy whines as she came. Once he finished he turned her around to admire her flushed face while he caught his breath. Those plump poison lips smirking. "Still got it old man", she laughed when he frowned at her. She actually laughed. It wasn't sarcastic or forced. It was a genuine reaction, a real laugh. He was enchanted with the sight.
She rolled her eyes, "So I laughed, don't get excited, I'm experiencing a sex high."
He chuckled, I should've expected that. "No room for romance huh?"
She scoffed, "Oh please, don't nauseate me"
His smile widened, "Charming".
"No, you really aren't", his smiling lips found her neck again, and his arms wrapped around her.
"Lying to yourself is no good Danny, and you're so skilled in the art. That could be severely detrimental your health dear." He whispered between kisses. "Ok, time for round two."