#silverwidow

“Natasha.” Matt’s voice rang out as soon as the lock slipped back into the door, the familiar click sliding her bones into alignment and causing her breath to quicken in apprehension. “Who in the hell did you bring with you, and why is his heart beating so quickly? You didn’t torture the poor bastard already, did you?”

Beside her, reclining on the silk of Matt’s bedsheets, Pietro’s eyebrows shot towards his hairline. “Wait, he can hear my heart?”

“I told you,” Natasha leaned over the bed to kiss him, knowing that the sound of their lips meeting would clue Matt in to just what he had waiting for him in his bed better than any words ever could. “He’s got a couple of very special gifts.”

“That’s probably the nicest way I’ve ever heard my particular talents described.” Matt’s voice had gotten closer, and Nat heard him shifting to remove his shoes and socks before he stood in the door frame of the bedroom. He still had his glasses on, though Nat could imagine the way his eyes would move as though he really could see the pair of them, Nat sprawled out, clad in nothing but the silk of Matt’s sheets, Pietro beside her, equally covered up. “Not often I get a guy in my bed, though. This a new service you’re thinking of starting, Tash?”

“Pietro, this is Matt.” Nat gave a quiet laugh, turning her attention to Pietro to watch as his face shifted with recognition and realization.

When he didn’t say anything Matt laughed. “So you didn’t tell him everything.”

She shook her head, knowing he had a certain fondness for the sound of her curls shaking against skin. “Where was the fun in that?”

Matt’s tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, and she picked up the slight hitch in his breath. With practiced fingers, Matt worked to undo the buttons of his shirt, the jacket likely shrugged out of along with his shoes earlier. Natasha watched him work, always so amazed to see how deftly his fingers could pop the small plastic through the fabric, practiced and perfect so that he was down to his undershirt in a matter of seconds. “So, what did you two have in mind?”

Natasha grinned, and slid slowly up and out from under the covers. Her feet were nearly silent as she padded closer, taking his hand when she got close enough and bringing his fingertips to her already wet slit, feeling and hearing the sharp intake of breath when he felt how soaked she was.

“Dunno. I was hoping you two could do something to help me about this.” She heard Pietro’s heart pick up as well as her head tipped backwards, Matt having pressed two fingers into her without reservation. He knew the perfect amount of pressure, and just where to apply it, so her fingers dug into his shoulders and her hips canted forward. On the bed, she heard Pietro shifting, trying to get a better look as a quiet curse left his lips.

Matt moved to mouth his way down the line of her jaw“He a friend of yours from the old days?”

“New friend,” she gasped, nipples pebbling as they pressed up against his soft undershirt, looking back at the man on the bed. He had his cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly to her surprise. She’d assumed he’d be in for the quick release, looking to finish this as he did everything else: beyond quick. That he was holding off, his thumb easing over the crown of his cock to sweep the precome over the red skin, made her body thrum with desire. She pulled Matt closer, his fingers slipping out of her as she led him closer to the bed, his free hand undoing the buckle of his pants and slipping her hand past the waistband of his boxers. Silk. She tried not to smirk as she wrapped her fingers lightly around his dick, tugging enough to make his steps falter. Pietro hissed, scooting closer to kiss his way up Natasha’s spine, kneeling on the edge of the bed to get closer to her. She felt the head of his cock press up against her ass, and ground back against it enough to make him groan, while Matt’s mouth had fallen open in front of her in favor of letting out these sweet pants that went straight to her cunt, making her all the wetter.

In no time he was undressed, and Nat had been pushed to lay back down on his bed as the pair of them took turns eating her out. Pietro had a real knack for picking up instruction after being shown, and Matt was one of the best at what he did. Between them she had her hands fisted in the sheets, her eyes blown wide as she watched Matt’s face dig further between her legs, his tongue sinful in the way it took her apart inch by inch, while Pietro’s lips had suctioned around her clit, the tip of his tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves and every so often making her shout when his teeth would scrape around the edges. She was flying, and plummeting to her death, at the same time, her waxen wings melted as she flew closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

Except they’d also developed this ridiculously uncanny way of knowing exactly what the other was going to do, so that when Pietro pulled away, Matt did the same thing, at the same time. Her groan was pulled from deep within her gut, staring incredulously at them both. Were they being serious?

“You’re the worst,” she barely managed to gasp when Pietro started to laugh, licking his lips and leaning over to kiss her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, determinedly holding him there as long as he could stand, until Matt took advantage of her being distracted to press the tip of his cock against her slit, and slowly inch his way inside. Nat let out a low groan, her forehead pressed against Pietro’s as he grinned against her skin, kissing his way down her throat.

“You’re alright?” he asked, voice lilted to tease while Matt just laughed quietly.

“Don’t worry Pietro, she’s adaptable. She can take just about anything.”

Nat laid her left fist halfheartedly against his thigh, and he responded with a quick thrust, his hips slapping against hers, before taking the same hand and threading their fingers together. She groaned, right hand scrambling to reach between Pietro’s legs to stroke him quickly. His back bowed, mouth open as his hips canted forward, and with a sly grin on her face she took advantage of it and leaned over far enough to stretch her lips over his cock. Tongue flicking over the head in the similar, teasing fashion that he’d used on her clit, she was only too happy to pay him back in kind for all the torment he and Matt had managed to level against her. Every jolt of Matt thrusting into her caused her head to bob further along Pietro’s length, and his breath was growing faster than it was when he ran, to her surprise. She looked up through her lashes at him, and grinned to see his face growing pink. He was adorable.

“Please don’t tell me you finish as quickly as you run.” Matt could hardly talk, his own breath stuttering as his pace picked up, pulling Natasha’s legs up around his shoulders. The shift in position had Nat seeing stars and pulling away from Pietro in order to gasp for air, blinking furiously. One of his hands curled around the back of her head, stroking the base of her scalp gently, fingertips applying just enough pressure to level her, ground her. She was grateful for it, kissing her way down his length before taking him into her mouth again.

“Describe her to me?” Matt asked, words muffled as he bit his bottom lip. She looked up at Pietro through her lashes once more, lips twisting into a smirk as she added her hand to the base of his dick, twisting enough to make him shout.

“Fuck--ah, she takes cock so well,” he said, though the words made his breath catch and his flush deepen, like he wasn’t used to saying such things. Nat groaned at the thought of Matt corrupting him, at the thought of her adding to it, and the vibration of the noise along his nerves pulled another shout from his throat. “Her lips are all stretched over my cock, and her hand’s twisting the base. It feels amazing. God, ah. She’s staring up at me through her lashes.” His tongue wetted his dry, cracked lips, and the pressure on the back of Natasha’s head coaxed her into relaxing enough to take him wholly in. “Oh sh-shit. She took all of me into her mouth, and her tongue--it feels divine.”

“She always does,” Matt agreed, broken voice making Natasha’s stomach churn. Their hands were still tangled, and she squeezed hard.

As Matt chased his orgasm his speed quickened, and Nat’s head bobbed all the quicker along Pietro as a result, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him down and whimpered when Matt battered at her g-spot, far better than most lovers she’d known at finding it and applying just the right amount of pressure. She wasn’t going to last much longer, caught between wanting to draw it out, and desperate to find her completion. Her hips rocked back against Matt’s, and her right hand dropped to fondle Pietro’s balls, watching as his face began to contort. Her body tightened as she started to come, Matt shouting in surprise as she tugged him alongside with her, and as she sucked harder on Pietro he swore and his head tipped back as she took him completely into her mouth. He emptied himself down her throat, gasping and groaning the whole while, as Matt’s hips pressed tight against her own. Nat breathed slowly through her nostrils, easing herself away from Pietro with a faint pop as she pulled back.

“See?” she could hardly say for want of breath, though her grin spread her entire face. “Knew you two would be just the men to help me out.”

There just never seemed to be enough time in the week to get everything done, and even though Pietro was Mr. Speed, as Tony had come to call him, it never stopped the hours from ticking away in between missions until they were relying on glimpses of each other in passing to check up on how they were both doing. So, Nat had decided that in between missions they’d get at least one day, twenty-four hours, spent entirely just the pair of them. No work, barring extenuating circumstances, they’d order in or make food, and certainly no Clint or Tony there to snarkingly tease them about Nat being a cradle robber or Pietro being a quickie. That’d gotten old after the first couple days.

It’d been three weeks since she’d last touched down on American soil, one of her leads having taken her to South Africa for twelve days, then Nigeria for the rest of time, and the first thing she did was text Pietro to see if he was home, then redirect him to meet her at her apartment on the Lower East Side. He was already waiting by the time she got there, hoodie pulled up high over his face to keep from being overly recognized, fingers tapping so quickly on the brick wall behind him that they were a blur. She grinned, slipping out of the taxi, and without a word he followed her up the stairs and to the door, the only noise between them the sound of her heels clacking on the concrete steps. After he’d followed her inside she shut the door and slid the deadbolt into place with a familiar, resounding click.

His lips were on hers before it’d even finished, the hood of his jacket pushed down by her hands as they combed through his white hair, her breath stolen from her lungs as his greedy mouth claimed hers for all it was worth. She moaned, tilted her hips towards him, and allowed herself to be tugged up and off her feet before he raced them into the bedroom. She hardly even realized where they were until her back was pressed to the bed, and he was working with eager, overexcited fingers to undo the zipper on her black slacks and tugged her stilettos off to toss them onto the ground.

“Miss me, did you?” she barely breathed the words before he caught her bottom lip and bit it hard enough to make her groan. She’d take that as a yes.

“Three weeks is a ridiculous amount of time,” he muttered, trailing kisses and quick bites down her throat, her nerves stinging with anticipation of what was to come.

“Take it up--with the fucking mob boss--that wouldn’t come out of hiding.” She arched her back, rolling her hips up slowly, deliberately, so that he could tug the pants over the swell of her ass, her panties going right with them.

His lips split into a wide grin, pupils blown so wide when he looked up at her she could’ve sworn they’d covered even his irises. “I would, if I wasn’t so sure you’d already given him hell and a half.” His mouth trailed lower, arcing over the curve of her hips and down the outside, then inside, of her thighs. Her top teeth bit hard on her lower lip as his tongue flicked out to lap at her clit, rolling the bundle of nerves around with his tongue before sucking on it hard. Her hips bucked up with the motion, a startled shout leaving her mouth as her fingers clasped at the silk sheets of her bed just beneath.

She could hardly find it in her to stutter “wait” just before he dipped his tongue further into her sex. At her words, however, he pulled away. He hadn’t learned yet how to control his emotions, to keep them from slipping out, and the confused tip of his head and furrow of his brow as he stared at her reminded her more of a puppy dog who’d just been told “no.” Her stomach fluttered.

“You’re in such a rush,” she laughed. “We’ve got all day and all night, and all day tomorrow.” At the very least, she hoped.

“I haven’t seen you in three weeks.” He grabbed hold of the hem of his shirt and tugged it off, the jacket having been lost sometime in the rush from the door to the bedroom. She hadn’t even heard it hit the ground. Her eyes traced the six scars that marred his chest. Her own tightened.  

“I think I’m entitled to a little speed.”

Mmm, not quite. He froze as her lips curled into a dangerous grin, moving back to sit on his haunches. “Why do I feel like that’s a very bad look?”

“Oh please. You’re too dramatic.” She rolled her eyes, turning over onto her front and relishing the soft moan of appreciation he gave at the sight of her finely sculpted ass. That never got old. Still, she pushed herself up onto all fours to crawl towards the edge of the bed, finding the drawer of her bedside table and opening it. Her hands rooted around for a half minute, and her heart sank as she wondered just whether or not she’d moved it before--yes, there it was. Her fingers wrapped around soft silicone, and she pulled out a curved vibrator with a satisfied grin. It’d been some time since she’d needed to use it, and she felt Pietro’s gaze intensify as she turned around, palming the vibrator. “I’ve got a bet to make with you. About just how long you can wait.” She palmed the vibrator with both hands, wetting her lips quickly as she watched Pietro’s adam’s apple bob at her words. He was practically quivering, curiosity flashing on his face as he looked from the toy in her hand back up to her. “I’m willing to bet you can’t last watching me make myself come with this before you try to take me. I don’t think you have the willpower, but I’d like to see just how long you can make it.”

His body tensed, and she could see the tent of his trousers twitch as his cock responded to the image of her playing with herself. She hoped he never lost how responsive he was, hope it never got trained out of him. As it was she had to force herself to let go, whereas with Pietro it came as naturally as breathing and running. Something about it always made her gut clench, and now the heat that had started between her legs intensified. Stretching out one of her legs, she drew the thick, curved head of the vibrator over her inner thigh and watched as his lips parted with anticipation, tasting her on his tongue and, she could guess, wishing his mouth or dick was being used in place of the toy. He actually twitched, jolting as though he was about to move forward when she drew the head over her slicked nether lips.

“What do I get if I can?” His voice broke, but it only made her endearment for him increase exponentially.

“Well, you get to do whatever you want with me. Fuck me, make me beg.” She pitched her voice lower a couple octaves and watched as he had to brace himself where he stood. She widened her legs until she was all but doing the splits, and settled the toy between her legs, right within his reach if he moved fast enough. With slow, sure fingers she undid the buttons of her blouse, slipping it from her shoulders to toss onto the ground, and her bra followed suit moments afterwards. He looked to have trouble swallowing, especially when she arched her back and reclined on her palms, the curve of her body impressive and inviting and it was just so much fun to watch him war with himself already. Let alone what was going to happen when she started actually playing with herself.

“And if I win, which I think I will,” she boasted. “I get to use Natalia on you.”

He laughed, the noise breaking his eye contact with her bared breasts, her nipples having hardened in response to the air. “You named it?”

“It came prenamed.” Though that might’ve had to do with why she’d bought it. She’d kept it because it was about as damn good at its job as she was.

“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You know that, right?”

A throaty laugh passed her open lips, and when she picked up the toy she brushed it past her breasts, flicking her pointer finger so that it buzzed to life in her hand on the lowest setting. His hand brushed lower to palm himself through the fabric of his pants, fingers looking to undo the fly on his jeans, when she nudged him with her toes.

“Oh, and no touching yourself.”

His groan of disbelief was cut off as she slid the soft head towards her folds and rubbed the slowly vibrating tip against her clit. His mouth had been divine, but had threatened to bring over the edge far too intensely, far too quickly. There was nothing wrong with an excellent, fast orgasm, but this slow burn that began between her thighs, the itching of her muscles as they contracted and relaxed as pleasure burned low at the base of her spine, was something else entirely. The quietest of moans left her lips as she slid the tip over her wet slit, slicking it up before dipping the very head into her the same way his tongue had a couple minutes ago. Her eyes didn’t leave him, too enamored with the way that he clenched and panted, his knuckles going white from clutching the bedspread so hard. He could run laps around the whole state of New York in a matter of seconds and not be out of breath, but this? She brought the silicone tip back to her clit and increased the vibrations by another two notches, watched a dark flush start on his throat and trail downwards, covering his chest. The sight was delicious, whetting her appetite for what she’d get to do when she won. She wanted to see how responsive he was to vibrations, whether they drove him as crazy when they played with his nerves as it did to watch her use them for her own pleasure.

To his credit, and her surprise, he only made to touch himself the once, as she’d turned up the vibrations one more level and had slipped the vibrator to the near hilt, save the couple inches that her hand held onto. She rocked it upwards, the curved head hitting her g-spot, and the vibrations of it made her eyes roll upwards. She heard him keen and shift uncomfortably on the bed in front of her. When she brought her gaze back towards him his eyes were fixed on the disappearing shaft of the toy, his lips parted and wet from when he’d just licked them.

And still he wasn’t doing anything. Dammit. She turned the intensity down a notch, though her body hated her for it, and his attention snapped up to her.

“Cheater.”

“I never said I had to be quick about it. This is about delaying the enjoyment for both of us. Drawing it out--oh,” she pulled it free from within her with a whimper, the scent of her arousal filling the air before she pressed the tip to her clit once more. Dangerous, yes, but it seemed to be what he responded to best. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as she rocked her hips forward a couple times. She even moaned his name, relaxing back on the bed as her free hand came to palm her breasts, tugging at her nipples and massaging the heavy tissue to try and get him to come closer to her.

Still he didn’t move more than the occasional shift, and she wasn’t sure who much more of this she was going to be able to handle. Slower, less intense vibrations or not, it was still winding her up, pulling her taut until she felt herself on the downward spiral of her orgasm. Her hips bucked back against the toy, rubbing it in frantic circles over her clit as her body went into a state of shock.

Only then, as her vision began to return to her, did she feel him shift and move on the mattress. The sound of clothing hitting the floor was superseded by the wrenching of the toy from her grip, Pietro’s hands twisting at the base until it hummed at its full speed. He pressed it, mercilessly, against her still swollen and overly sensitive clit and Natasha howled. Her hips bucked, trying to get away from too much, too fast, but he pinned her hips down with his extra hand, knees shifting so that they pressed her spread legs into the mattress.

FUCK!

Stars danced in front of her eyes as she grasped at his bared arms, nails biting into the skin hard enough to make him groan, but still he didn’t let up. His name was split by expletives that left her lips in hoarse gasps, only finding half as much air as she needed to fill her lungs while he alternated between pressing the slicked head of the toy against her clit, or swirling it around when she felt her second orgasm coming closer, depriving her of the attention he’d so willingly given her before.

“How’s this for delaying your pleasure? For drawing it out?” he asked, voice a hoarse growl as she felt his hips press further, and the head of his cock slid with ease inside her. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, surprising even her, as he pushed himself to fill her to the hilt and she sobbed with pleasure as he started fucking her into the mattress. His hand released her hip in favor of wrapping her legs around his waist, deepening just how far he could press into her, and she leaned up into his touch.

“Pietro--oh--P--fuck,” she could hardly form the words, arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled herself up and against him, hoping the weird angle might force him to abandon the vibrator. It did nothing of the sort, and instead he simply hefted her up into his arms, balancing the vibrator so that it was trapped between their abdomens. That didn’t work near as well as he’d hoped, the toy slipping out of place anytime she’d buck against him hard enough, and he growled in frustration after it fell to the bed the third time.

“Let go of my waist and get on your hands and knees, darling,” he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, nipping at the shell of it so that she shivered. Mind too blissed out, it took her half a minute to realize what it was he’d said, and it didn’t help that he kept bucking into her, making getting off of him less than appealing. Besides she was so damn close to her orgasm if he just gave her a few minutes more--.

She tightened around him as he started to pull out, Nat shaking her head and clawing at his back in despair as his cock slipped out of her with a wet pop. Dammit!

He moved her onto her hands and knees, placing a pillow just beneath her elbows to give her something to hold onto, before he slid back into her in one easy motion. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass and thighs released as delicious a noise as she’d ever heard, and she buried her face into the pillow and pressed right back against him in time.

She’d nearly forgotten about Natalia before it came back to press hard against her clit once again, turned on just as high a frequency as before. She swore, biting the pillow, and without any sort of warning came around his dick. Her whole body seized, her lungs burning without any air to fill them, and still the pleasure didn’t stop coming. Pietro’s thrusts were getting sloppy, but as she stopped twitching and started shying away from the toy he removed it from her clit. It was a small mercy, before she felt the vibrating tip being pressed to her ass.

Dammit, he was good at what he did. The sensation wasn’t one she’d felt in a long time, and as he whispered for her to relax his own thrusts slowed down, the pleasure of his cock inside her, as well as the bonelessness that came with having just orgasmed, helping to loosen her muscles. The vibrator’s thick head was the hardest part, and with help from two of his fingers, slicked up with her arousal, it slid in slowly. He’d lessened the intensity of the vibrations as well, easing it past the tight ring of muscle until she felt it pop into place. She whimpered, turning her head to the side to watch his mouth open in awe as her body took the rest of the toy without difficulty, stopping only at the handle.

Double damn him for angling it just so that the curved head pressed against the thin stretch of skin that separated his cock from the fake one. The vibrations came back, turned on to half its potential speed, as he started to pick up his own pace again. The sensation was too much, her body so full it made her jaw ache from clenching her teeth so hard, and her third orgasm was beginning to rear its stupid little head, turning her into a babbling idiot as he grunted behind her.

“Shit, Natasha, I’m gonna--come. Want you to come with me.” The hand wielding the toy sped up until she wasn’t sure her body could take any more than what it was being given. What was more his hips had begun to duplicate the pace, and it wasn’t long until she was wailing and so glad that her neighbors worked during the day. He followed suit right after her, hips pressed flush against her ass, body bent so that his forehead came to rest on the middle of her back. His breath was warm against her skin, and that damn vibrator was still going inside her. The two hour battery life it had boasted when she’d bought it suddenly seemed a curse.

Pietro slid out of her with a muttered curse, and his hand finally turned off the toy before pulling it out as well and setting it near the foot of the bed. Exhausted, they curled up with one another, Pietro’s arms wrapped loosely around her as he kissed his way down the column of her throat.

“See if I ever try to teach you anything else,” Nat found herself muttering, mouth dry and gaze slow as it turned to find his eyes. “Geez.”

His body pulsed with his quiet laugh and he licked a slow stripe up her jawline. She shuddered.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t love that,” he gloated.

“I don’t think I can move. You’re going to just have to carry me everywhere, and accept that I’m incapable of doing anything for the rest of the night.” She hardly stifled a yawn, looking through her eyelashes up at him. “And it’s all your fault.”

“Oh, I think I can make you move.” His voice had her breath catching in her throat. “While you were gone I may have taken the liberty of asking Stark for his expertise on making a few toys to try out on you myself.”

She’d figured from the first time that they’d met that Pietro was going to have a mouth that would rival Clint’s, maybe even Tony’s if he tried hard enough. It came with the territory of being the older twin, she guessed, used to having to talk his way either in or out of situations, having to use that mouth to protect Wanda or cheer her up. It was a natural reflex, she mused. Didn’t mean she wanted to hear him running it off all the time.

Natasha licked a slow, long stripe from the bottom of Pietro’s cock to the very tip, the muffled whimpers of pleasure coming from the man in front of her twisting her lips into a cruel, slow smile as she looked up through her lashes to stare at him. His thin lips were stretched wide over the ball gag she’d produced half an hour ago, his hands locked up in the handcuffs she’d borrowed from Steve’s room (not like he and Tony needed them when they were downstairs bickering over something she didn’t care to think about). He was gripping the edges hard, knuckles white, and she could all but hear his teeth biting into the plastic of the gag.

“Pietro, don’t bite through that,” she hummed, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to the very tip of his cock before swirling her tongue around the crown of it to catch the precome that had dripped down. In response he bucked his hips up against her mouth, trying to end the torment that she’d been hell-bent on drawing out for far longer than she was willing to bet he’d ever been forced to wait before. He was a sort of instant gratification type of man, she thought as she wrapped her hand around his dick and slowly pumped him up and down. With her spare hand she held his hips down, preventing him from getting any extra help, and the choked whine sent a thrill up her spine and made her nipples harden with arousal. Not that it was difficult; seeing him prone, begging muffled against the gag, was doing more than enough to turn her on.

“You’ve got to learn to be patient, Pietro,” she said, her grip on the base of his cock tightening to help stave off his orgasm. The color rose in his cheeks at the way that she said his name, nostrils flaring as he stared down at her. His pupils nearly swallowed the thin ring of blue left of his irises, and she watched with eager eyes as the flush traveled down his pale chest. “God I could just eat you alive, darling,” she purred. The look in his eyes told her that he didn’t necessarily consider that a bad thing. She gave a low, guttural laugh at that. With an easy grace she shifted her hips closer to his, running her soaked core against the length of his cock. When she grabbed his attention she caught sight of a certain glimmer of desperation that had her salivating. What would he do, she wondered, if she kept him like this for hours at a time? Already she could hear him begging against the gag, but without his usual litany of quick, clever things to say he wasn’t about to charm the pants--or plans, in this case--from her. How long could he stand it?

He felt wonderful against her, solid, practically pulsating with his need for her body and attention, and she bit her bottom lip as she struggled with her choices. “Do you want me to fuck you now?” she asked, voice soft.

“Yes!” That much she could make out from around the gag, and it widened her grin. “Please,” came next, though it was a little more difficult to make out. Shifting out of her original position, she moved herself until she was balancing just atop him, her hands on his chest, slit poised just above him. Did she dare? Tantalizingly, she swayed her hips back and forth, reaching out and pinching one of his nipples when he tried to thrust up into her. He shouted, and the gag swallowed the noise, forced it back into his throat until it mingled with a groan of relief and satisfaction when she finally lowered herself onto him. He felt amazing, and she took her time rolling her hips as she grew accustomed to his length. For being a scrawny little thing, color her impressed.

Her pace was slow, teasing, and she’d mix it up by pulling herself up and off of him entirely just to hear him shout and plead for her to come back, before easing herself onto him once more. She leaned in and kissed her way around the gag, tasting the salt of his sweat on her lips when she wetted them with her tongue.

“You keep making things more difficult on yourself. Trust me, Pietro.” She reached out to stroke the side of his face, her own expression softening as she watched his adam’s apple bob and the flush deepen further. “Let me ride you how I want and I promise it’ll be worth it. Think you can give up control for a little bit?” She leaned in and took his earlobe into her mouth, biting it gently.

His breath hitched, back arching, but he kept from thrusting up into her as he had been before. A pause, she listened to his heartbeat slow down, then he nodded.

Perfect.

Again, her pace started out slow while she ran her hands up and down his torso, feeling the whip-strong muscles beneath his pale skin, kissing and biting her way down his chest until he writhed. Her hips bounced shallowly, just enough to keep his attention, but she took her time with her lips, sucking purpling hickeys onto his throat, collarbone, and abdomen. Anywhere she could get to, really. She’d never wanted to make someone her own the way she did with him, though she couldn’t put a finger on just why. He was an itch she’d been dying to scratch, with all the cock-suredness of the men she surrounded herself with on the outside, and an insane need to please and be pleased on the inside. It was heady, it was addicting. She was in serious trouble.

She thought she heard another muffled “please” come from him, and grinned when she tipped her head up. “Please, what? You want to come?”

He nodded his head vigorously, and she swirled her hips around once more. He shuddered, saliva sliding down from the corner of his mouth. “You want me to take that off you?”

The nodding was more vigorous this time. Her hips picked up speed as she sat back on her haunches, then positioned herself to balance on her feet. It allowed for a better angle, his cock hitting every sweet spot her body knew as she started to go to town. His hands clenched on the shackles, and had they not been lined with leather he might’ve cut his wrists from holding onto them so hard. Her hands ran absently up her body, and she watched as his knuckles went white once more.

“You want to touch me? Like this?” She cupped her breasts, massaging them and watching as he nodded once more. Never once did his eyes leave her breasts, and she could feel the way that he sucked in his breath when she started tugging on her nipples, moaning louder than strictly necessary, but loving how loud she could be while he was quieted.

“I don’t know, maybe I like you like this. Bound, gagged. At my every whim and desire.” She whimpered as she felt herself drawing closer, the slow build of pleasure growing exponentially every second she spent atop him. Her pace picked up, his eyes brightened. “C’mon, Pietro. You don’t really need your words to show me how badly you want me, do you?”

This time, when he thrust up against her, she didn’t stop him, just rode it out with a broken groan that sent shivers down her own spine. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was muffled only by the beating of their hearts and Natasha’s throaty groans, her hands abandoning her breasts in favor of running up and down his torso, dragging her nails across his abs, watching the bright red lines pop up seconds afterwards.

She was getting closer faster than she could’ve predicted, the situation quickening her orgasm. “Pietro, oh, fuck,” she moaned, body clenching around his as she rode him in earnest, meeting him thrust for thrust until her breath was sucked from her lungs and her body began to convulse. She pitched forward, catching herself with her arms on either side of him as she trembled and groaned. He fucked her through the aftershocks of his own orgasm, lost in the relief of being able to find his completion, and when she murmured in his ear for him to come, she thought he might actually break the headboard from trying to pull the handcuffs away from them. His heels dug into the mattress, his eyes fluttered shut, and every muscle and vein in his neck stood out as he groaned loudly into the gag. She whimpered happily, kissing his shoulders gently before reaching behind to undo the clasp of the gag.

“You were wonderful for me, you know that?” she purred in his ear, dipping her fingers into his hair. She could hear his jaw crack as he moved it around a couple times. “So wonderful.”

“You’ve got an interesting sense of wonderful,” he snarked. She could feel his eyes on her, and grabbed for the key just to the side of them where she’d thrown them before. With nimble, easy fingers she undid the cuffs tossing them away as well. They hit the ground with a clatter, and it was such a relief to have his hands on her, flipping her over with ease. His strength seemed to have a knack of taking her by surprise, and the soft “yip” that left her mouth in shock was a testament to it.