Can't resist the StarkCharm
Who: Tony and Edie Where: Mac's Bar What: Sexytime! Warnings: No fade to black my friends, it's all out on the table. (Or bartop.)
Edie Williams, bottle of gin in one hand and tequila in the other, was attempting something exceptionally strange. She was standing behind the counter in Mac's bar and not sitting in front of it.
The newly gained perspective made the whole bar look different to the girl. It was empty, dim, and emanated a constant hum of sadness. When you were buying the drinks there were only two things you focused on - the alcohol and the bartender - and the latter was never a hundred percent. Serving the drinks you saw so much more - every action, every facial expression, and everyone's mood. But the girl was greatly enjoying the sense of power she got from being in control of the liquor that passed between hands. She controlled people's happiness.
The southern blonde had asked Mac a few days ago to teach her how to bartend. She had told him it was because she wanted to help out since there was no way he could be there all the time and there seemed to be more and more people trickling in to enjoy the what could be the last alcohol they ever had. It was true she did want to help out, but it was because Edie was finding herself needing to be busy every waking moment (which was a lot considering she had stopped sleeping more than a few hours every night.) If she stopped to relax, she could feel the depression start to take control. If she worked, she kept it at bay.
Edie stared at the empty glass in front of her, trying to remember exactly how to make a Long Island Ice Tea.
Tony needed a drink. Several, in fact. It was looking more and more like he was stuck here, and more and more like perhaps Quinn's story wasn't so outlandish. And if it wasn't, well, Dad had done a pretty good job with that Atomic bomb.
Upon realization that, yes, he was stuck here, Tony had scoured the town for a place to stay. He found a seedy motel and a bed and breakfast - neither of which offered the class or the privacy he was accustomed to. So he went into town, looking for the biggest, swankiest house he could find, on the hopes that he could bribe it from the owner. Even better, he found out that it was empty - a vacation home for some well to do family that probably wouldn't be using it again.
He spent the next few days making it homey (tweaking the security system) and checking out the rest of the town.
Now it was time to check out the local bar. He pushed the door open, mouth breaking into a grin at the vision behind the bar.
"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite book wielding blonde."
Edie, looking up from the glass that was probably resembling something more like a first grader's fast food soda fountain concoction, felt her stomach kick her ovaries as her eyes fell on the man who entered the bar.
Mister Tony Stark.
She had done a good job not running into him the last few days (which was a feat considering the population of the town did not allow much privacy.) However, she still found herself thinking about him... and not in a very wholesome way. The girl was not sure why she was fighting against her hormones so vehemently on that account - hadn't she had plenty of one nights in Louisville? - but the reason seemed to fall somewhere between the little dignity she had left and Quinn.
The surprise she felt was quickly masked and she replied, deceivingly neutral, "Well, if it isn't my favorite nice-bottomed victim."
"Sexy and a bartender?" Tony said, moving into the bar and taking a seat on the bar stool in front of her. "You're a dream come true. One of those wet ones."
It took as much self-control as Edie had not to jump him right then and there. How could she be responsible if he kept up the constant flirting? Still, she forced all the sexual energy threatening to boil over down, and replied with a smile, "I am."
The blonde figured that maybe flirting back would be a way for her to release some of the tension building. "What can I get you, sugar? Please don't ask for a Long Island Ice Tea, I'm still learning." She gestured towards the half-full glass.
"Scotch on the rocks, please," Tony said. "Extra scotchy. So, tell me--" What was her name again? Oh well. "--sweetheart. Apocalypse hits and you take up the bottle?"
Scotch. Edie could do that. She grabbed a bottle of Laphroaig, the expensive single malt scotch she saw Tony choose when she first met him. "My daddy worked at a distillery in Kentucky," she answered. The contents of the bottle were tipped into a small glass. "I could make my own bourbon by the the time I was eight - " Three ice cubes were added, just enough so it was cool but wouldn't dilute the scotch, " - and learned to taste the difference between corn and rye whiskey by the time I was nine." Edie placed the glass in front of the man.
Tony picked up the glass and swirled it around a few times before taking a sip. "Alcoholic baby. Impressive. I didn't start until I was in eighteen."
At another time Edie might have laughed at the comment. She had always been teased about her family traditions and habits and was usually good-natured about it. But without her family here and those traditions lost with the rest of wreckage of the bombs, she took offense. "It wasn't alcoholism," she replied evenly. "It's a skill, an art even."
Tony took a long sip of his drink, setting the glass down with a content, "Ah."
He fixed his eyes on Edie. "No, no. A skill is a talent, an ability that you've honed. It's something special. And art, art is something you get from using these skills. There is no skill or art involved in drinking - anyone can do it. That's why so many do."
"Then you misunderstand me, Mr. Stark," she replied calmly. "Because last time I checked it took skill to distill an excellent bottle of bourbon. And how can you make a good bottle of bourbon if you don't know how to taste the difference?"
"But how much of it are you tasting when you're toasted out of your mind?" Tony countered with a smirk. He finished his drink and pushed the glass toward her for another.
Edie grimaced at the remark paired with the empty glass. "I have a feeling you would know the answer better than I do," she said, and filled the glass again, this time with a little less.
"This, honey, I've never denied," Tony replied, smirk evolving into a grin. He took another drink. "There's no skill or art involved in drinking, but there's a hell of a lot of fun." He cocked his head at her serious expression. "Sour patch," he said in a lilting voice. "Lighten up now, you're making this bar look cheery."
Edie knew she must look pretty upset if that was the case. But the girl just didn't like thinking about alcoholism. How many people had told her she needed to be careful? Had accused her and her family of drinking too much? She didn't like what Tony was saying because, well, it was true. And even more lately she found it was a lot easier to cope with the situation if she had a drink in her.
"I'm lightened," she lied, trying her best to shake off the depression that was looming. She went back to her Long Island Ice Tea to get herself busy again.
"I've seen burnt out light bulbs lighter than you," Tony said. "You look like you could use a drink. Why don't you down that toxic concoction you've got there."
"Ha ha," Edie mocked, but the man's comment did pull up the corners of her lips. "It's suppose to be a Long Island Ice Tea," she said, picking up the glass and eyeing it suspiciously. "I may have put too much tequila in it and not enough sour mix. Is it suppose to have whiskey in it?"
"Yeah. At least a shot of it," Tony said, well aware that whiskey was not an ingrediant.
"Oh good!" Edie replied, beaming triumphantly. Still, the drink in her hand did not look like the one she had seen a picture of. "I shouldn't drink on the job," she added in response to his request of downing it. The girl was only half-serious though. Mac drank all the time with his patrons. Plus, it wasn't much of a job.
The girl knew she shouldn't do it. Drinking and Tony Stark did not seem like a very good combination. Her defensives would be down; she would be vulnerable! "I'll down this drink under one condition," she said. It was said without a smile, a serious matter for the girl. "You don't have sex with me even if I beg you to."
Tony laughed. "Where's the fun in that? Stay sober if you're going to be a kill joy." He leaned forward on the bartop, closing the distance between them, and murmured, "I like a challenge, anyway."
The sudden closeness of the man sealed the deal for the blonde. She didn't like him that close. The raised glass provided a nice, safe barrier between them and she - skillfully - chugged the contents of the glass in seconds. She put the empty glass down between them on the counter and said after a deep breath, "I'm serious. No sex."
Tony smirked. "I never promised anything," he pointed out.
Edie paused to consider. She should have more faith in herself. Having sex with the man was a bad idea and she knew it, and though it was tempting, she could handle saying 'no.' She had done it dozens of times before... hadn't she?
Her full bottom lip was gnawed on as she tried to think of a time she had actually said no. "Lord!" she swore outloud when nothing came up. "I have problems, you know that Mr. Stark?" She took the bottle of scotch that was still on the counter and poured herself a glass, neat. "It doesn't matter if you promised or not. I'm not having sex with you." She needed to hear herself say it.
Tony's expression slipped easily into Starkchalanceā¢. It was a look that was a cross between smug and apathetic, and it clearly said, 'I don't care if you sleep with me or not, because I know you want to, and that's all that matters.' He finished off his drink. "How about another one? It'll get my spirits up for all the rejection that's to follow."
Edie picked up the look instantly and rolled her eyes at the man. She poured him another scotch, as asked, and said, "My momma told me to stay away from men like you. Now I see why."
"Because she didn't want you having any kind of fun?" Tony guessed.
Edie finished the scotch she poured herself in one smooth gulp. "Because," she said as she surfaced. "You'll have fun then regret it in the morning." The girl placed her hands on the bar at opposite ends of her torso and leaned forward, too close, to Tony. "Sugar, I know I would have fun with you. But I like to make an impression on men and I have a feeling you wouldn't be so appreciative." She said it inches from his face.
Tony smirked, and maintained their closeness. "Prude."
Edie didn't budge. "Slut."
Tony, however, talked over her. "I get it, I get it. It's okay. Not everyone's done it - there's nothing to be ashamed of."
Edie was ready to kiss him.
The two glasses of scotch and her attempt at a Long Island Ice Tea had warmed her skin and coaxed her forward. Kissing wasn't having sex, was the justification. She ignored Tony's snarky comment and stared back at him, wondering if he tasted just as good as he smelled. Edie leaned forward even closer, slowly closing the gap between her and his blubbering mouth...
An inch from his mouth, she pulled back.
"I need another drink," she declared.
Well. He'd heard that one before. He watched her pull back, saying nothing, smirking. He took a drink.
"You look like a fox in the middle of a chicken coop right now," Edie commented, uneasy by how appropriate the analogy was. "You like doing this, don't you?"
"Doing what?" Tony asked. "Having a good drink in the company of a beautiful woman? Sure, who doesn't?"
Edie, though she struggled, ignored the adjective beautiful that was being thrown around. "No," she disagreed, shaking her head. "Manipulating people."
"It's not manipulation if you know I'm doing it." Tony sipped his drink leisurely. "And you can pretend all you want, sweetheart, but you wouldn't be so worried about it if you didn't want it. I'm just making conversation while you make up your mind."
Edie eyed him thoughtfully. She folded her arms over her chest and said, "I'd be more than happy to have sex with you, you're right," she said. "But, tell me this - " she leaned forward convinced she had found a way to get out of the situation easily. "What's my name?"
Tony paused, racking his brain for her name. And, as usual, coming up blank. "E...llen." Well, he gave it the old college try.
"Ooow," Edie said, leaning back up. "So close yet so very far." She poured herself another glass of scotch and filled up Tony's. "You got the 'E' though, I have to give you that."
"Oh come on," Tony said. "You have to cut me a break. I was traumatised when we met. You're lucky I didn't spend the whole interaction staring at those perky breasts of yours." His eyes flickered down to them before back to her face. "Even now - so hard not to look."
Edie's mouth dropped open, truly amazed at the man's candidness. She unconsciously hid her chest beneath her arms. "You are something else, sugar. You know that?"
Tony raised his glass, as though that had been a toast. "So, I've been told."
Edie couldn't help but laugh. She unfolded her arms and picked up her glass and raised it towards the man. "To Tony Stark, a man who can name a string theory equation just not a woman."
Tony clinked his glass against hers, wearing a wide grin. "You have to admit, I'm pretty intriguing."
"I'll admit that," Edie agreed. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we've met." It was a candid response, but the truth.
Tony grinned at her. "You so want me."
The blonde let a sound of disgust leave her lips. "I haven't had sex in three months, give me a break," she growled.
"A knockout like you?" Tony asked in genuine surprise.
Edie took a sip of the scotch in her hand and nodded. "Not much luck with the men in Normalville, let me tell you. I'm starting to think there's something wrong with me."
"Good God, woman," Tony said. "I don't see how."
The blonde paused to take a good, hard look at the man in front of her. He seemed to saying just the right things; the things Edie wanted to hear.
He was good, the girl had to give him that.
It was about that time that Edie gave up. Who the hell cares if she slept with the man? What harm could possible come from it?
She put her scotch glass down and leaned forward towards the man once again, "You better make this good," she warned and pressed her lips against his.
There was no surprise when Edie kissed him, for Tony had known she would eventually. He set down his own glass and leaned across the bar, pressing their lips together more firmly, fingers threading through her blonde hair.
Edie was having trouble trying to remember the reasons why she thought this was a bad idea. All she could focus on was Tony's mouth, every bit as persuasive as his words.
She kept the kiss simple at first, proceeding to lightly test each section of his lips with her own. They were surprising smooth and traces of scotch lingered on their surface.
The girl still had time to get out of it. Some resolve breaking through the lust, Edie gave it one last shot as she started very slowly and hesitantly to pull away.
Tony's fingers stayed in her hair, not letting her pull back very far. "Foreplay is usually a little longer than that," he said, smirking.
His grip on her hair held her in place as intended, and Edie used the trapped position to reassess what she was about to do. Unfortunately - for the part of the girl that warned against such unseemly behavior - the position Tony had locked her in provided perfect view of his eyes.
A solid shade of dark brown, his eyes were both calming and intense. The row of bottom eyelashes were so thick they created a small dark line strengthening the already imposing shape and size of his eyes. As she had the other day when they met, Edie imagined him looking at her with those eyes with the same intensity while they had sex.
It was more than enough to push Edie forward. Forgoing simple, the girl's mouth engulfed Tony's with the force of someone who had made up their mind.
There was a "mmf" as the girl practically attacked him, followed by a muffled laugh as he kissed her back with the same intensity. The bar between them was really hindering all the possibilities. He stood fully, balancing a knee on his stool and using that to give him the needed height to reach across the bar for her, placing his hands under her arms and skillfully tugging her up onto the bartop without actually breaking their kiss.
It was Edie's turn to shake out a muffled laugh as she felt herself get hoisted off the stability of the ground and pulled atop the counter of the bar. Balancing on her knees so she was positioned slightly higher than Tony, the girl pushed her body against his and demanded more kissing.
Edie had forgot how much she had enjoyed the simple act of kissing. It she wasn't so damned curious about what the rest of him could do and make her feel, she would have insisted they just kiss. Kissing was also the one thing Edie knew she excelled at, and was told often by her conquests.
Tony's mouth was as experienced as Edie assumed it would be. Whenever her lips or tongue gave, his would give. Where ever she decided to focus her attention on, he would expertly counter. No surprise, the man tasted of scotch, the smoky flavor tingling her tongue, and of vanilla, a combination that was satisfying and addicting.
She was a very good kisser. Mmmm, yes, very good indeed. His arm wrapped around her slim waist, pulling her closer, while his other hand slid up her shoulder, pushing her hair out of the way and coming to rest at the nape of her neck.
Knowing exactly where all the foreplay would eventually lead, Edie cut the kiss off abruptly, placing two firm hands against his chest.
"It's Edie," she breathed, catching her breath while she made it clear to the man they would go no further if he did not remember that tiny, little fact. "My name. E-dee."
As she had said earlier, Edie felt that she was going to remember the experience a lot more than he would. It was a slightly disconcerting thought, but the girl was desperate for the contact, the release. As long as she could get him to remember her name she could forgo things like being memorable on his presumably long list of women.
"Edie," Tony repeated, taking one of her hands in his own and kissing his way up the back of it. "Like the ice cream. Got it."
The blonde smiled and felt her heart pick up its pace each time Tony's lips touched her skin. Edie moved from her position on her knees, lowering herself down onto her butt and swinging her legs out from underneath her. Shimming forward on the ledge (and in turn closer against the man), each leg was placed on opposite sides of his body, pinning him into a straddle.
"Good," she said, nuzzling her mouth against his neck.
"Well hello, lovely shapely legs," Tony said as they wrapped around him. "That belong to Edie." His hands slipped under the hem of her tank top, the fabric sliding up as his hands moved along her sides.
An amused chuckle, thick with lust, slipped from Edie's mouth. "You're learning," she teased, tightening her straddle as she wrapped her calfs around the back of his legs, locking him in place. She wouldn't let him forget the lovely, shapely Edie legs anytime soon. As the feel of Tony's fingers against her bare skin raised the hair on her body, her mouth worked its way up his neck, the intensity picking back up when she reached his mouth.
The girl made use of her hands, reaching around to grab his butt and using it as leverage to rub more easily against him as they kissed. If it wasn't doing anything for him, it was certainly helping Edie along. She couldn't mistake the feel of her underwear moistening against the friction.
Oh ho, that was doing plenty for Tony, and he was sure she'd be able to tell. Things started to slide back into that near frantic pace as they kissed, hot and heavy, and his hands went for the back of her bra, unclasping it with practiced ease.
Edie was the type of girl who usually disregarded foreplay as superfluous activity that wasted time that could be spent doing something more pleasurable. Besides kissing, Edie hardly ever participated in rubbing, touching, stroking, petting, sucking, licking, and all the other numerous variations thereof. But Tony was making it fun; Edie finally saw the appeal. The feeling of tension and anticipation brewing in her gut rivaled that of the actual climax. And who would of thought that possible?
Even knowing - feeling - he was being aroused, aroused the girl even more and spurred her on.
Tony pulled back from the kiss, tugging both her tank top and her unhooked bra upward. "This whole shirt thing, it's not going to work for me," he said pulling them over her head, (deliberately ghosting his palms over her nipples on the way) and tossing the offending garments aside. With that out of the way, he kissed her again, one hand resting on her hip, the other teasing one of her breasts.
As the contact between their bodies were broken for the brief seconds it took to take off her shirt and all, Edie took the time to catch her breath. Which immediately caught in her throat, a indistinct moan threatening to leave her mouth, as Tony's hands brushed over her breasts.
There were hardly any coherent thoughts left in Edie's head. Her body was acting on its on accord, the hundreds of thousands of years of human instinct taking over. Her hands, taking respite from his butt, fumbled for his belt. As quickly as she could - which despite her rough eagerness was moderate taking her shaking hands into consideration - the girl undid the buckle and tugged violently from one end, successfully releasing the belt from its loops and jamming Tony roughly between her legs.
"Good God you're a tiger," Tony groaned into the kiss as she yanked him back between her legs.
The hand that had come to rest on Edie's hip, slid further in and down, and he pressed his thumb against her jeans and rubbed. He broke the kiss, instead kissing along her jawline and down to her neck, finding a nice pulse point and sucking on the sensative skin.
"Uh, Lord," Edie breathed, trying to stop herself from the moan that wanted to break through. Between Tony's mouth working diligently at her neck and her nipples inadvertently rubbing against the expensive Italian cotton of his shirt, Edie was having trouble concentrating. What did she want to do? Where was she? The fingers of her left hand dug into the man's shoulder as her gut clenched expectantly again and this time there was no stopping the shuddering sigh that eased through her lips.
She cleared her head long enough to remember what it was she was planning to do. Her right hand pushed between their two bodies searching for the band of Tony's slacks. Quickly found, Edie unbuttoned the top button and slowly lowered the zipper. Smiling to herself, she raked her fingers over the fabric of his underwear and across the length of his erection hidden underneath.
"Why I do declare, Mr. Stark," Edie gawked, poking fun of her own southern roots.
Tony laughed, breath caressing her neck as he did. The hand teasing her crotch moved to unbutton her jeans. "I do declare you need to get out of this here chastity belt."
The girl's head tipped back as she let out a laugh. She gave one last run across Tony's cock with her hand before leaning backwards and balancing herself on her palms. "Help me?" she asked teasingly, wiggling her hips at the man.
"Absolutely," Tony replied, hands gliding over her hips and tugging her jeans down. He uncerimoniously took off her boots and threw them, then pulled her jeans off and tossed them away.
"You're such a gentlemen, thank you," Edie smiled as she sat on top of the bar naked except for a blue cotton pair of boycut underwear. "Now come here, sugar," she demanded, lifting herself off from her palms.
Tony grinned, but actually stepped further away from her. He walked over to the door and locked it, not wanting to be interrupted. Then he sidled back over to Edie, back into his original spot between her legs. His hands went back to her skin, running across her abdomen.
Good thinking on the man's part, Edie was hardly registering where they were.
When Tony was back in front of her, the girl immediately grabbed his head between her hands, pulling him into a rough kiss. The force behind it was surprising for such a petite girl but she managed to bring him impossibly close against her body. Lifting her legs and bending her knees, she angled herself upwards making it easier - and more pleasurable - for the both of them. Her feet rested on his hips and soon her toes were searching for the band of his pants. Each big toe hooked inside the band and yanked Tony's pants down, leaving them in a puddle at his ankles.
Tony laughed when she depantsed him, letting his hands roam along her back and chest. "Impatient, are we?" he asked, one of his hands sliding back down between her legs, fingers dipping below the line of her panties.
"Never," Edie giggled her lie in his ear. She was impatient simply because her body was telling her she wanted it now. However, her mind was trying to slow things down. Tony was making that hard to do when his hands were venturing farther down. The girl could feel herself twitch expectantly. "I want to take my time with you," she whispered, kissing his neck. "It's been three months, let me have my way."
"And what way is that?" Tony asked, sounding amused, fingers slipping into the wetness between her legs, slowly running over her clit.
The reply the blonde intended to say was replaced by a sharp intake of breath and a grateful moan against Tony's adams apple, and was quickly followed by a release of shaky laughter. She lightly bit the skin on his neck and moved upward stopping every inch or so to take another nibble. "I want you on this bar top with me," she said.
"That can be arranged," Tony replied, stepping onto the foothold on the barstool and pulling himself onto the bartop with one hand so that he was kneeling next to her, fingers still slowly teasing her.
There was a low-pitched giggle from the girl and she kissed him, hard, one more time before gaining enough control to lean away and place two hands flat against his chest. She noticed his pants still hanging from his ankles. "Pants off and boxers off," she commanded, trying to make her words issue strong and clear. A hard task when the man's fingers continued to rub.
"Patience, patience. I hear it's a virtue." Tony kicked his shoes off, his pants following soon after. Finally, he removed his fingers, pulling off his boxers and tossing them away, before crawling back over to her, taking her mouth in another kiss.
A unintentional pout took over Edie's face as Tony's fingers left to fulfill another task. She watched him anxiously as he removed his boxers, realizing just how impatient she was feeling. A breath was taken - she needed this to last for awhile - and she was about to reset her mind to slow everything down when Tony kissed her and she immediately kissed back pressing her almost naked body against his almost naked body. The girl concentrated on his mouth until a wandering hand found his erection. She broke the kiss and smiled, "Lay down," she exhaled.
Tony smirked and did so, content to let her do as she please. He liked it when women called the shots - it almost always made things more interesting.
Placing her hands on other side of his head, the blonde leaned over him placing a kiss first on his mouth and then traveling down his neck, his chest, his pelvis, until her lips grazed over his cock. She smiled, eyes lifted to Tony's reaction, as she gathered the tip of cock into her mouth.
Tony grinned at her upon the realization of what she was doing, propping himself up on his elbows so he could see her better. As she took him into her mouth he gave a little groan. "You are a wicked wicked girl. I love wicked wicked girls."
Edie would have smiled if her mouth was not preoccupied. Her eyes did gleam though as she she slid her mouth down and around Tony's erection, the poignant taste of pre-cum familiar to the girl's tongue.
Along with kissing, blowjobs were another one of Edie's specialities. It was a skill acquired thanks to her friend Barbie who, on her 23rd birthday, hired an "instructor" that gave lessons on how to tickle his pickle. Dildos were used for the event but the girl had plenty of practice since then.
She worked at it for several minutes, her mouth and tongue (and her hand that toyed with his balls) doing everything it could to please the man.
"Good god," Tony muttered as Edie's mouth did magic. He laid back down, eyes closing at the pleasure. "Honey... if you're not... careful this night might be over quicker than expected."
The girl popped her mouth off, making sure to give the head of his cock one quick hard suck before leaving it behind. "We can't have that, now can we?" she purred, sliding her hands down his stomach and under his shirt that had managed to still stay on. Edie traveled to his mouth, giving his lip a bite hard enough to bruise, and retreated. She rested her bottom onto the bartop and slipped off her underwear, throwing them onto Tony's chest.
"Don't do anything stupid, sugar," the girl warned, shimming over Tony.
Tony smirked, reaching into his shirt pocket and extracting the condom he'd put there earlier when he'd gone over to the door to lock it. He figured he'd be losing his pants, but with the arc reacter in his chest he hadn't been planning to remove his shirt. "You either, sweetheart." Last thing he needed was to have little Tony's running around.
Edie was shocked that she hadn't even thought about protection, and then suddenly was very, very embarrassed. It had, apparently, been way too long. "Well, hurry up," she said cooly, covering her embarrassment, and resting herself on Tony's thighs.
Tony didn't need to be told twice, he opened the condom and slid it on easily. The he grinned at her. "Carry on."
What a smug bastard Edie thought. Then she revised: Sexy smug bastard.
Resting her pelvis against his now-covered erection, Edie leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his shirt and chest while grabbing the wrists at his side and pulling them forcibly upward above his head, pinning them against the wood.
"Alright," she said against his face, then lifted back up straight. Straddling the man's pelvis, Edie lifted herself up on her knees first then, diligently steadying the man's cock, lowered herself down, relishing the feel of him in her with an amused moan.
Tony laughed as she pinned him, loving it. He let her take her time and call the shots, because half the fun of sex was watching somebody else enjoying themselves. And she felt so very nice around him, so very nice indeed.
And Edie was certainly enjoying herself. She started off riding his cock slowly, letting her body enjoy the initial friction and pushing her onwards. Picking up the pace and breathing heavy, she slammed her hands down against the bartop on either side of his chest, giving herself some extra needed support as she moved her hips upwards and then downwards.
When she let go of his hands, Tony put them to good use, one resting on her hip as she moved, the other sliding up her adomen to caress one of her breasts. She felt good and he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
The girl was hardly aware of the man beneath her as the sensation at the base of her pelvis continued to build with each rock of her hips. Edie couldn't believe she had forced herself to forget this feeling; she had continually told herself the last several weeks that it was only a physical sensation, a fleeting one, that would bring little more than a handful of minutes of pleasure. But as her muscles started to contract her mind shut down and her body took over. And her body told her exactly what she was for going so long without sex: stupid.
With her body in control, a steady stream of throaty vocalizations slipped from the girl, varying in degrees of pitch and intensity. It wasn't too long before her legs started shaking, her lower body quivering under the strain of all her muscles tightening at the same time. There was a loud groan, its long stride broken by sharp intakes of breath, as Edie came.
Tony's hands had come to rest on her hips, and he bent his legs, heels digging into the bar top as his hips lifted to meet her movements. They moved in tandem, and he felt himself growing closer and closer to his favorite feeling as those delicious noises Edie was making pushed their pace into a quicker more frantic speed. Tony wasn't far behind her, and it was only a few more thrusts after her orgasm before he came with a groan.
A shaky laugh tumbled out of Edie as the remnants of her orgasm lingered. Still breathing heavily, she looked down at the man beneath her and delivered two playful smacks against his cheek before grabbing his jaw in her hand and shaking his head lightly. "You don't disappoint, sugar."
Tony grinned up at her. "You did most of the work, sweetheart."
"So humble, Mr. Stark," she grinned, cocking her head in amusement. She gave his cheek one last slap before slowly lifting and pulling off his exhausted penis.
Now, the girl thought, it was time to get out of here. She found her underwear quickly and slide them on before hopping off the bar. "It's been fun," she said, now searching for her bra and shirt, "but I got to run."
A girl who saved him the trouble of sneaking out? Tony loved it. He sat up, pushing himself off the other side of the bar, depositing the condom in the trash back there. "Thanks for the ride," he said with a smirk, searching the bar for his discarded pants.
Finding her jeans first, she slipped them on and answered with a simple laugh and nothing more. She soon found her bra and top and while she was untangling the mess she spotted her boots half-way across the room. As she hurried over to them she said, "See you around," very aware that the town was incredibly too small not to see him around.
Tony had managed to pull his pants on, and he padded barefoot behind the bar, pouring himself a scotch. He lifted his glass in a toast. "I can't wait."
"You will be though," Edie teased, but in all honesty. She couldn't fall back into old habits; the past was exactly that, the past. Her boots were on and she gave the man one last glance, a smile playing on her lips, before heading out the door.