Terry - Supplication

“I absolutely cannot believe I have to listen to you say these things on camera,” Kerry stood behind Tony, her hand on his muscular shoulder. She blushed at the thought of phone sex between Fitz and Olivia.

“Just pretend like it’s one of those times you’re out of town,” Tony smirked as he pulled her into his lap, “Besides, I’m the one who has to actually say the words. You get to sit back and listen and get all hot and bothered.”

“I will not get hot and bothered,” she sounded indignant, “Unlike some people I can separate my work from real life.” She poked him playfully as she spoke then leaned in for a quick kiss.

“Is that a challenge?” he murmured against her lips with a devious grin.

“Just a fact,” she stood, turning to face him, “I don’t get turned on during our love scenes.”

“Liar,” he pulled her to stand between his knees, his hands venturing along the back of her thighs, stopping to savor the way her pants hugged her backside, “I seem to remember you dragging me to your trailer after we filmed the hotel scenes.”

            Tony stood, gathering Kerry into his arms, he glanced around the empty Oval Office set and wondered just how much time they could expect to be alone. He touched his lips to hers in a blistering kiss, feeling an almost imperceptible buckling of her knees.

            Kerry lost herself in the kiss, the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her waist, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth slowly before deepening to tangle with hers. She always claimed love scenes with Tony were awkward and uncomfortable when honestly this, the getting lost, was what she feared most. She was frightened that the passion they shared off-screen would somehow find its way to Olivia and Fitz, that it would become too obvious that the chemistry they shared was more than two friends and co-workers with great respect for one another. Knotting her fingers in his curls she pulled him harder against her, his burgeoning erection pressing hard against her belly causing a stir of arousal in her core.

            Tony pulled his mouth from hers, savoring the edge of her jaw, his breath brushing her ear when he continued his earlier contention, “What about the hunting scene?” he had her undivided attention as his tongue, lips, and teeth traced her ear, “How wet your panties were after that scene in the closet…” he turned his attentions to her other ear, “Do you remember the scene in here…..on the desk…..God, when I slipped my finger into your hot….tight…..”

“Stop,” Kerry managed to choke out, putting some distance between them.

“What?” he teased, catching her hand.

“You’re embarrassing me,” Kerry blushed, even the skin peeking out from the neckline of her thin blouse damp and glowing pink.

            Tony entwined their fingers, bringing her hand to his lips for a charming kiss, “You’re embarrassed that I turn you on?” he asked.

            Kerry chewed her lower lip, “That’s not it. I mean you turn me on but Fitz doesn’t turn me on…” she tried to explain.

“But I am Fitz,” Tony chuckled.

“No, you’re Tony, an actor. I’m Kerry, an actress, your co-worker, your friend,” she reasoned, her lip still between her teeth.

            Tony, recognizing her barriers going up, stepped into her, burying his nose in the curve of her neck, “I don’t kiss my friends or co-workers like I kiss you.”

“I know…” she couldn’t think straight with his mouth on her, “but….”

“Just admit you get turned on…”

“I shouldn’t get turned on,” she whispered, “I can’t let myself get carried away.”

“How about a fun wager then?” he hoped to break the tension and he disliked rehashing the same conversation they seemed to have every time they filmed a love scene.

“What did you have in mind Mr. Goldwyn?” it seemed his tactic had worked as she suckled his earlobe, it immediately heating between her lips, a familiar flush coloring his neck.

            A low growl rumbled deep in his chest and he shoved his fingers deep into her hair, “I give you my best on the phone,” he muttered, capturing her lips in a soul-stirring kiss, “and you try your hardest not to get excited.” His voice dropped to a timbre she rarely heard when they were fully clothed.

“And when I win?” her voice trembled, her body tingled with anticipation and she was aware of every inch of him that was in contact with her.

“When I win you have to spend the entire evening doing whatever I want…..wearing whatever I want…..bending to my every whim,” she swallowed hard, imagining the possibilities, trying to recover her bravado.

“You mean when I win,” her voice was still a little shaky thinking about what Tony’s imagination held for them.

“What do you want?” he licked his lips, his eyes on her mouth.

“Well…” her fingers traced the buttons on the front of his shirt, “when I win,” she met his eyes, “You have to do whatever I want.” She unbuttoned his top button, her fingers enticing the skin beneath.

“Should we shake on it?” he asked, cradling her hips.

“Maybe seal it with a kiss?” she smiled into the newly exposed skin of his chest.

            Tony groaned his approval, lifting her into his arms, taking her mouth in a greedy kiss, “I like the way you think, Ms. Washington.”

“Okay, okay you two, break it up,” came a voice from behind them and they instinctively moved away from one another, Kerry smoothing her hair and wiping at her mouth, Tony maintaining his position behind her in hopes the obvious signs of his arousal would soon subside.

“We….um….Tony…..I…..” Kerry stuttered.

“Let’s get started shall we?” Tony interjected in hopes of saving her further unease.

            The scene went well though Kerry swore Tony was purposely making mistakes in order to force her to endure further torture. She attempted to think about anything else while still appearing present, but Tony’s tone was too much. He talked about removing her clothes. This is Fitz talking not Tony. You’re Olivia not Kerry, she told herself. She managed to keep her composure. He talked about spreading her out on the desk in the Oval Office and her composure slipped a bit, disappearing entirely when he described his mouth moving over her entire body. She gasped audibly when he finished by telling her in excruciating detail how he would kiss her lips so she could taste herself.

            Tony knew he’d won their bet. Wearing a wide, contented smile he walked over to where Kerry sat, pretending not to notice his presence, reading over her lines for the next scene she would film. He cleared his throat and she raised her eyes to meet his gaze.

“I win,” he beamed.

“Says who?” she challenged, “I was cool as a cucumber. You didn’t get to me one bit.”

“Liar….” He bent to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear, “You are such a dirty liar.”

            Kerry’s breath caught and the temperature in the room felt nearly sweltering. Whether the temperature or the sheer proximity to the man she was head over heels about, she felt woozy.

“Tony….” She tried to sound admonishing but it came out as a whimper.

“I’d take off all your clothes,” he whispered.

“Stop….” Her hand reached to cradle his head, fingers playing in the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Then, once I had you naked, I’d spread you out on the desk so I could see you,” he continued, watching a light dew bloom on her neck and shoulders.

“Please,” she sounded suppliant.

“How much time do you have before you shoot your next scene?” Tony’s baritone stirred her deep in her core.

“I don’t care,” she relented, allowing her script to fall to the chair. She took Tony’s hand and they hurried from the set in the direction of their trailers. Tony was nearly jogging to keep up with her, heart pounding with expectation.

            Normally they were careful, mindful of someone seeing them disappear together, but the sexual tension brewing between them left little room for either to care if anyone saw them.

“Tell me again,” she panted when the door closed and Tony clutched her hips, pressing her into the door.

“I’d take off all your clothes,” hearing him say it again was as hot as the first time and she gasped when he began to unbutton her pants. After her pants pooled at her feet he turned his attentions to her shirt, undoing buttons, sliding the soft fabric from her shoulders, trailing his mouth over her collarbone and down her sternum. He bent to remove one shoe, then the other from her feet, tossing her pants aside before standing again. He nuzzled her neck and tantalized her lips with his own, first brushing them lightly then tracing them with the tip of his tongue. She tasted like tea and smelled like heaven, soft, compliant beneath his mouth and tormented when he pushed the straps of her bra from her shoulders and slipped satin La Perla panties down her smooth, elegant legs.

            When she stood before him, entirely naked, exposed and vulnerable, she watched his eyes. They traveled from her lips to her breasts, along the curves of her torso to her mound. He didn’t need to touch her to know that she was wet for him. He studied her, licking his lips, and pulled his shirt over his head, pushing his jeans to the floor.

“You are fucking perfect,” he muttered, unconsciously stroking his length.

“And after you took off all my clothes?” her teeth again captured her lip.

            A sound she’d never before heard escaped Tony’s chest as he hauled her against him then lay her down on the couch. He draped one of her legs over the back, allowing the other foot to rest on the floor. Coming to sit between her spread legs, he studied her, “I’d spread you out on the desk so I could see you,” he kissed the inside of her right ankle, “Every inch of you.”

“And then?” she fought to keep her eyes open, enjoying the sight of him looking at her, appreciating, savoring what he saw.

“I’d start at the bottom,” his mouth grazed her left calf, the back of her right knee, the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of where she wanted him, “and work my way up.” His tongue flicked against her clit, “Slowly.” Ran through her silken folds, “deliberately.”

“Please don’t stop Tony,” she begged, her hips bucking into his scorching mouth. Just as he promised he worshipped every inch of her body, mouth dancing over the expanse of her belly, capturing one nipple then the other between his teeth, enslaving her entire form to him.

            When not one part of her remained unexplored he shifted his interest to her sweet, damp, quivering center. First sweeping his tongue along her slit, bottom to top then back again. Her teeth sunk into her quivering lip when he laved circle after circle around her clit. She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, implore him to stop and demand that he continue. Her eyes slid closed and her limbs quivered, his mouth suckled and teased and ravaged. He drove her closer to her orgasm with punishing strokes of his tongue. She wanted more, his mouth on hers, the friction of him hammering into her, his curls between her fingers. Trying to find the words to tell him exactly what she needed, a whimper escaped her. He knew she was close. Sweeping his flattened tongue over her sensitive pearl, his left hand moved to steady her hips. He swirled and flicked and stroked, circling her clit with increasing pressure until she was sure she would tear apart from the inside out.

“Please….oh God……please…..Tony…..”

Finally, having mercy on her, he suckled gently and she trembled beneath him, hips thrusting, legs shaking, channel quivering.

            Her eyes finally opened, watching him make his way up her body looking just as hungry as when they started.

“Then once you were begging,” Tony’s mouth teased her left breast causing another shudder before his lips were nearly touching hers, “I would finally kiss you,” their lips met softly, almost timidly, “On the mouth.”

            His tongue plunged into her mouth, demanding, greedy, engulfing her. She had nearly lost all perception of reality when he pulled back to look into her love drunk eyes.

“So I could taste myself,” she finished with her last gasp of breath.

“And you taste so good,” Tony smirked, gathering her knees towards her shoulders.

            Kerry licked her lips, feeling the emptiness from their loss of contact. She reached for him, trying to find something to ground her to the here and now. Groping for his biceps, she moaned when he pressed his full length into her almost immediately connecting their lips again.

            Her nails dragged from his shoulders to his ass leaving angry red traces. He knew he wouldn’t last long, the day’s scenes and their earlier activities an extended, torturous foreplay. Driving into her over and over, deeper and deeper, he concentrated on her next orgasm refusing to let up until she was again a quaking mass beneath him.

“Tony….I’m…..”

“I know you are,” he whispered, “Cum for me Kerry.”

“Fuck,” she cried, likely loud enough to be overheard by anyone in the general vicinity.

“Dirty liar,” he growled nearing his own climax, “Hot…..dirty……sweet……Jesus Kerry….” and he emptied his hot seed into her still quivering center.

            Tony allowed his head to fall to her chest, his damp curls tickling her breasts. They breathed like that for several minutes until he was sure he had successfully recovered the ability to speak.

“I knew I turned you on….”

            She blushed and shook her head with a giggle, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You better get back but tonight you bend to my every whim. You’re all mine.” He teased her lips with his own, looking deep into her chestnut brown eyes.

            She suddenly looked serious when she replied, “Always.”