"Spent"
Chapter Forty-Two
By darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
Wanda had a penchant for wearing things that drew attention to her chest. Long necklaces that disappeared into her cleavage, low necklines, and soft fabrics that clung to her curves. She seemed to like highlighting and emphasizing her breasts. Vision had to admit that they were quite spectacular. He found her entire nude form to be absolutely stunning, actually, but he often found himself distracted when she walked by and he detected the soft movement of her breasts under her clothes.
It brought up memories of being buried inside of her, watching her bounce on his cock, her lips parted in a silent gasp as she worked herself on his shaft. He would develop the sudden urge to wrap his lips around her pretty nipples until she was whining and panting with need.
Unfortunately, he was not the only man who seemed to have such thoughts about her. He would sometimes catch men on base glancing at her when she wasn't looking, as if that could hide their thoughts from a telepath. Fools. And when they were out, men sometimes looked for longer than he deemed appropriate for casual observation. The occasional admirer was brave enough to approach her, but she sent them on their way fairly quickly.
Wanda never made an issue out of it, so neither did he, usually. Even if their attentions towards her set a fire burning in his gut. He remained her outwardly calm and placid companion, with no one the wiser about how he wanted to rip her away from their greedy eyes, or stake his claim by burying his cock in her right in front of them.
It just wouldn't do to mount your teammate and fuck her like a bitch in heat... even if she liked it and courted that behavior by putting her beautiful breasts on display when she knew the effect it would have on him.
A man, even a synthetic one, could only take so much.
His breaking point came after training on a hot summer day. They'd been fully suited up this time, and his eyes were continuously drawn to Wanda's generous cleavage, pushed up and framed perfectly by the corset she wore. Her smirk when she caught him looking only served to inflame him further, and as they stood close together while Captain Rogers evaluated them, he couldn't help but watch a drop of sweat slowly disappear between her breasts.
It was a struggle to maintain his calm and detached demeanor in front of the others. He suspected he wasn't fooling Natasha very well, though their other teammates didn't seem to notice anything amiss. He didn't follow Wanda back to her room, but instead phased through the walls and took a more circuitous route.
He arrived there before she did, so he was naked and ready when she opened the door. He quickly pulled her in and slammed the door shut behind her, his eyes never leaving her for a moment.
"Vis!"
He grabbed her from behind, ripped her jacket off her slim shoulders and groped her breasts as he'd been yearning to do.
"This uniform shows an unnecessary amount of cleavage," he said as he nibbled his way along her neck. Wanda tipped her head to the side, a soft moan escaping her as he sucked on the sensitive skin there. His nimble fingers worked the zipper of the corset down while he ravished her, but not quickly enough for his taste so he tore it open with a growl, making her gasp.
"Vision! Oh my god!"
He threw the remnants of her corset to the ground and cupped her breasts with greedy hands, kneading the soft flesh and plucking at her hardened nipples until she was squirming against him. A firm push had her bent over the bed, and he pulled her pants roughly down over her ass to her knees as she knelt on the bed.
Vision slammed his cock into her without delay or preparation and found her already wet. Her tight cunt convulsed around his length as he hammered her mercilessly, his grip on her hips the only thing keeping her from collapsing. Head down and ass up, she took him deep, evidence of her arousal dripping down her thighs. She grunted with every rough thrust as he rode her into the mattress, completely at his mercy. Her first orgasm seemed almost painful as she writhed and twisted in his grip, clutching at the sheets.
It wasn't enough. He wanted to see her. Vision flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulder, and speared her on his aching cock once more. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, arms above her head and allowing him anything, everything. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit down hard enough to make her back arch and her pussy clamp down on his invading shaft. He granted her other nipple the same treatment until they were both visibly sore.
She was impossibly wet beneath him, loud moans and gasps accompanying the downright obscene sound of their joining as he plunged into her relentlessly. She trembled, more and more as she approached another peak, until he reached down to flick her clit and felt a second orgasm rip through her, more powerful than the last. Her entire body quaked with it, shook apart in his hands, only her hot cunt gripping him like a vise and keeping him close. She didn't cry out, she stopped breathing, until the tremors finally passed and she could pull air into her lungs once more.
He was close. So close.
He watched her perfect breasts bounce with his every thrust, reached down and squeezed them in worshipful, greedy hands, plucked her nipples until she was crying out his name. But she was so good, such a good girl for him. She kept her hands above her head the entire time, even as pleasure consumed her she had maintained her pose, ever eager to please him, to give herself over to him. God, he loved it. He loved her.
Just the sight of her, wrecked and weak but still so willing, was his undoing.
He powered into her with a few more short jabs of his hips and then he was lost, his thoughts, his mind, going blank as a powerful orgasm washed over him, obliterating everything but the feel of her on his cock.
He turned his head to press kisses into her legs as he returned to himself. She watched him quietly, a small smile dancing on her lips as he took the time to pull her pants the rest of the way off.
"You like my corset?" she asked finally, teasingly. He gave her a sharp look.
"Too many people like your corset," he said. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his waist, dragging her tongue and teeth over his stomach.
"But only you can see me out of it," she promised. Vision tipped her chin up and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips.
"You are beautiful either way, Wanda. With or without." And he meant it with all his heart.