Twelve
The Malibu house was very much under construction when I arrived. The foreman hadn't been expecting me, but assured me the labs downstairs had suffered the least amount of damage and I could stay there while they were working. At most I could work in relative peace on upgrades to my suit.
The TV had been non stop about the bombings in New York and how the Avengers were looking into them. By the third story about the same thing on the fourth channel in the three weeks since I'd been gone, I threw I wrench into the TV.
Fucking Fury, fucking Avengers, fucking Thor. Why did he have to be so jealous, why did he have to bring up that crest. Like he doesn't have enough followers. Hell! There's a day named after him! Fucking Thursday…Thor's day, whatever. Fuck him! I slammed my fist into the desk.
"Fuck!" I shouted to my empty lab. Dum-E, the mechanical arm with an artificial intelligence of a three year old, thought I needed help and blasted me with a fire extinguisher.
"I told you, if you do that again, I'd dismantle you!" I shouted. Dum-E hid in a corner. As much as Dum-E annoyed me, I built him while I was at MIT. I kept his stupid ass for sentimental reasons.
"Sir, is everything alright? You seem a bit agitated.' Jarvis chimed in his two cents.
"No! Fuck! I think I broke my hand. This is all fucking Fury's fault. I could be clearing 'L's name, but fucking Fury sent me here."
"Would sir like me to call an ambulance?"
"No, Jarvis." I went to the bathroom to find something to wrap my hand. Hopefully I just bruised it. I wrapped it and laid an ice pack over it. I sat at my desk feeling sorry for myself. I didn't know why the woman who came to me looked exactly like the New York bomber. I didn't understand why her touch was so addicting. I really didn't know why she wore the crest of Loki or why Thor cared so much.
I fished the tiny charm out of my shirt. I ran my thumb over the texture. I wish 'L' could be here with me. She would have no idea that I was across the country. I didn't want to be alone. Maybe a night at the club would help. But first I needed to attend to my possible broken hand.
Two hours at a S.H.I.E.L.D. clinic later, and I had a broken hand. I had told the nurse that I had run into the Juggernaut and I didn't have my suit. But I said I saved a little old lady. She bought it with awe and placed my hand in a cast. She said no hero business for a least six weeks. I'd probably cut it off at four.
I was milking my story at the club. I had about a dozen women fawning over me, wanting to hear the story of my bravery again. I had bought enough champagne to get Hulk drunk.
"Tell us about how you punched out the Juggernaut out and saved the grandma, again!" The blonde on my right insisted giddily.
"Yes, tell us Tony." A voice chided. I looked up from my broken hand to meet emerald eyes.
" 'L'!" I shouted. "How'd you find me?"
"I have my ways." She stood with her arms crossed over her breasts. Everyone around me somehow instinctually knew to move away. Once everyone had left us, she sat next to me. "Tell me what you really did." She took my hand and caressed the thumb that hadn't been encased in plaster.
"I punched a desk." I mumbled. Why had I told her the truth, when I'd been telling everyone a lie all night.
"Now was that really that hard? And 'L'?"
"Ha, that's all you left on that note. We've slept together a bunch of times, and you know my name, but I don't know yours. You probably know everything about me." I drunkenly slurred my words.
"Lana. My name is Lana."
"Lana," I mused. "That explains the 'L'."
"You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk," I slurred. "You're drunk."
"Not yet, I'm not." She took my glass and drank its contents. She gestured to the waitress for another. I pointed at the empty bottle. A new one was brought and opened. She sat next to me an arm draped over my shoulder, gently touching the reactor. I let her have a few to catch up to me.
"Can we talk?" I asked, trying to not be drunk. Which was far harder than I thought.
"Are you breaking up with me?" She tsked.
"We're going out? I hadn't realized that." I laughed. "I just don't know anything about you. Hell, I didn't even know your name, Lana."
"Make you a deal, Tony. We can talk tomorrow when we're both less drunk and you'll remember our conversation, as long as we can get drunk and fuck tonight." She smiled. I mulled it. I was pretty wasted, she was probably right, I'd never remember anything she said anyway.
"Deal." I decided. She set her glass down and crawled into my lap. She had worn a longer dress than the last time. It covered my entire lap. She looked so beautiful in green, it was her color. Made her eyes brighter. She kissed my forehead and trailed little kisses down my cheeks. Our lips met in a chaste kiss, my tongue pushing between her lips. Our tongues met in a dance, fighting for dominance. I held her waist driving my hips into hers. I sat back in slight surprise, not thinking I could be that hard already. She moved the front of her dress and freed my length from my blue jeans.
"Here?" I shuddered.
"Why not?" She kissed me again. She rearranged her dress again and mounted me. That dress was long enough to hide everything. She rocked very gently, hardly conveying any movement, but I felt that movement. It was teasing, but the atmosphere made it more than that. I kissed along her throat and jawline. My hands held her waist in place as she continues rocking her hips. I took a lot of concentration not to moan loudly, even though the music would have covered it up. To the average person at the club, it just looked like we were making out, I think that's made this hotter. We 'made out' for what felt like an eternity. Her grinding on me was drawing out my orgasm.
"Lana," I gasped into her ear. "Oh, God. I need to cum."
"Cum for me Tony." she moaned, quickening her pace.
"Fuck!" I bit down into her shoulder as I came deep within her. We collapsed against each other. We sat holding each other in post orgasmic bliss. It wasn't until the waitress cleared her throat, that we noticed the world outside of ourselves.
"Sir, would you like us to call a cab? You seem pretty out of it." The waitress tried to rouse us.
"No, thank you, I'll get him home." Lana said. She waited for the waitress to leave before moving off me. She straighten me out, cleaned me up and got me to my car.
"Let's get you home Tony dear." She said jumping in the drivers seat. I gave no second thought to her driving, I gave no second thought to her carrying me to bed. She undressed me and propped me up on pillows. Lana gathered me into her arms. She buried her face into my hair.
"Mmmm… You smell so good." She cooed. I smiled, mostly drunk on the verge of passing out. "I want to make you feel good." She mussed my hair with her fingers.
"You can try." I teased. She took that as a yes and proceeded to strip me of my boxers. Her tongue lazily teased over my limp cock. I didn't know if the alcohol was going to prevent me from enjoying a blow job from my goddess. She pulled me by my ankles until my knees dangled off the bed. Lana knelt on the carpeted floor between my legs, teasing me with soft licks and kisses.
"Being difficult I see."
"Hmmm…" I hummed half awake. She took the opportunity to engulf one of my balls in her mouth, swirling it with her tongue. I suddenly had gone from half awake and half erect to fully hard and still half drunk, I won't lie. I tried propping myself up on my elbows to see her face, but couldn't hold myself. I could feel her smiling as she swallowed my length. Her one hand still fondling my boys. I tried desperately again to sit up to no avail. I could still feel her giggling silently. The vibration of her silent giggle felt so good.
It was then, I was shocked awake by an odd sensation. Lana was gently probing my anus with a finger.
"Ah.." I yipped. She released me, but was still smiling.
"Trust me, you'll enjoy this." She lapped the head of my cock. I still wasn't sure, and she knew that. "Make you a deal, let me and you can have my ass at a later date."
"You like your bargains." I pondered the idea for a few seconds. "Deal." I laid back down and tried to focus on her sucking my cock. But it was hard to ignore her long digits working into me aided by a gel.
I been with my fair share of girls over the years, truth be told it was very hard to get any of them to try anal, that's why I'd taken Lana's deal. The sensations changed as she stroked my insides to the same rhythm as her mouth. There was a slight pain as she fought against the muscles. It was quickly replaced by her pleasurable thrusting.
"God, yes!" I hissed. I never knew this could be pleasurable. "Fuck!"
Lana added more gel and guided another finger into me. She was working me all over, her mouth hastening pace on my now painfully hard cock, one hand fondling my balls, the other stretching me open. She thrust those two fingers in harder and faster. I had bitten my lip, tasting blood in my mouth. And then she touched something inside of me sending a white lightening through my squeezed shut eyes. She only had to touch that once more to send me over the edge.
"Fuck!" I screamed, cumming hard into her mouth. I shuddered as she pulled her fingers out of me.
"Now, wasn't that enjoyable." She cooed licking her lips. I nodded my head profusely. "Sleep, now. You need it." Lana turned to leave.
"Mmm, stay."
"I will, just need to get cleaned up."
"Promise?"
"Promise." She smiled. I settled down into the nest of pillows and blankets. I fell asleep, exhausted before she returned.