(**R18 Start**)
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Pho…."
"Nggghhh…! Y-you little…! F-fuuuuck~! You're too good~! You fuck too fastttt~! Oh my god—I'm already cummiiiing~!"
Felix grunted, his muscular body tensing as he thrust his enormous cock deep into Jessica Jones' wet folds. The kitchen table groaned under their passionate assault. Jessica was bent over the table and getting railed, her hands gripping the edges tightly as Felix pounded into her from behind.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Felix! Felix, Felix, Feliiiix~! Your cock feels too damn goooood~!"
"Is it the best?"
"The beeessst! The best in New York! The best cock ever~!"
Arms stretched forward, boobs pressed down on the table, she smiled and moaned and relished the mind-bending sex. She loved the way his thick shaft stretched her pussy. Felix was a literal god compared to every other experience in her life. A man with exceptional physical stats, a smart mind, and a cock that was a work of art—long, thick, and just perfect for her pussy.
"Is that the alcohol speaking?"
"It's my pussy speaking!"
She tightened up. Felix laughed and gave her left ass cheek a slap. That was the twentieth slap in ten minutes. A red mark was formed.
"You're making me cum agaiiiin~! You fucking fucker—you're making me cum~!"
Luckily, Jessica didn't mind. Not when the pain led to a climax.
Felix's hands gripped Jessica's slender hips and he slammed into her, again and again. Her pussy clenched around him and he could feel his own orgasm building rapidly. With each thrust, he throbbed and went deeper.
"I'm gonna fill you up, Jessic," Felix warned. At this point, after the previous orgasm, Jessica could only whimper and tremble as he picked up the pace. There just wasn't any comparison. He was a nerdy scientist and yet…
"You fuck like a stallion~! Fuuuck~!" Jessica couldn't even throw her head back. Hearts were forming in her eyes, incapable of doing much else except receive. "J-just how~!? Hoooow~? You're a fucking scientist, you shouldn't be this goooo—cummiiing~!"
But he was. It was reality.
It was why her eyes rolled back.
It was why her ass stopped meeting his thrusts. She was utterly incapable of keeping up with him. Her ex-husband, Luke Cage, could bench press five-hundred pounds. Fucking hell, he was nearly seven-feet tall and the strongest police officer in New York!
"Sho how…how…?"
Jessica couldn't grip the table anymore. She was that exhausted, that tuckered out by his cock. With Luke, that had never happened. Usually, both of them came and had fun and that was the end of it. But Felix? It was like—
"...you're not human…"
Jessica's mutterings were like music to his ears. After all, it was effectively praise at how amazing he was.
"I definitely am." Thrust! A long moan sang from her lips. A second thrust! "And I can prove it too. Inside or outside?"
"Haaah….haah…" Jessica peeked over her shoulder and smiled. "Inside."
So it was. With a thrust that caused her ass cheeks ripple like the ocean, Felix unleashed his load and gave Jessica's pussy his hot, sticky cum.
As he emptied his balls, Jessica gasped. "Oh god, yes! Cum inside me, Felix!" She was already convulsing, cumming around his throbbing cock. Each cumshot, each jet of gooey white, it was so unlike anyone else's. It was literally a wet dream. Hefty and healthy and so damn virile that her womb could feel it. She wanted to get pregnant.
But her mind did not. She had already taken birth control pills with Maria. That kept her from ovulating and therefore stopped her ovaries from releasing an egg. No matter how much cum he jammed inside her, she wouldn't get pregnant.
That just gave Felix the excuse to grin and give everything he had. Every last drop.
"Mmmmmm~!"
To be able to receive all his cum without reservation was an honour for Jessica Jones.
Felix held himself deep within her, savoring the moment. Slowly, he withdrew, his cock sliding out with a wet, lewd sound. Jessica's pussy became a cumdump. A hole where Felix's seed spilled and need to escape. She couldn't help but moan at the sensation. It was so damn much…!
"I'm going to get some toast."
Seemingly unaffected by his powerful orgasm, Felix casually strolled over to the kitchen counter, his cock semi-flaccid yet impressive even in its softened state. He reached for a piece of toast in the toaster and bit into it.
A bit cold. They did fuck for five minutes.
"Figures.
Jessica remained bent over the table, her eyes half-closed, muttering deliriously as she relished the feeling of his cum slowly leaking from her pussy. "Haah…cock…I love…Felix....! Fuck...your cock...your cock..."
Just then, a stunning woman with a lithe, toned body entered the kitchen. A small towel hung loosely around her shoulders, doing nothing to conceal her nakedness. Her bald pussy, her B-cup tits, and the small thigh gap. Her dark eyes locked onto Felix's cock.
"It seems you had your fun."
Butt on the counter, teeth biting into the toast, Felix smiled and crossed an arm. "I did my best."
Without a word, eyes glued to his cock she strode towards him.
Maria dropped to her knees in front of Felix, the towel falling to the floor, and took his flaccid cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her full lips wrapped around the head, her tongue swirling and cleaning, her eyes never leaving his.
This was her job, see. To clean and to worship his cock.
Felix leaned back against the counter, enjoying the sensation as Maria's mouth worked its magic.
As he ate his toast, Felix's cock began to respond to Maria's skilled blowjob, growing harder and thicker with each passing moment. She took him deep, her throat welcoming his length, her hands gently caressing his heavy balls. Felix's breath quickened, his eyes fluttering shut.
'Getting a former SHIELD agent to suck your dick without asking? This is the life.'
When he finished his toast, Felix sighed contentedly, his balls tensing as he felt his orgasm building once more. He was back at full mast and Maria's mouth worked feverishly, her head bobbing up and down.
Maria reeled back and then kissed the tip of his dick. Drawing in a long breath, she opened her mouth and deepthroated him.
All without breaking eye contact.
Suffice it to say, Felix nutted, his cum shooting down her throat, causing her to gag ever so slightly. She swallowed every drop anyway.
To clean, to worship, and to swallow: that was the detective's job.
"Mmm…!" His fully erect cock slipped from her lips, small amounts of saliva connecting. Maria Hill was a clinical woman, however. She would not allow a single piece of saliva to remain. With her tongue, she cleaned it all up. All the cum he spilled, all the pussy juice from Jessica, she cleaned it all up with her tongue. She never took him inside.
Instead, she took the small white towel that was on her shoulder, gripped Felix's cock with it, and then slid back. She did it once, twice, three times, doing it nice and slow in order to dry it all off.
Felix's cock throbbed in her hand. This almost felt like a handjob, except ten times slower. Inch by inch, she kept a grip and smoothened out his cock until the fifth clean. The towel and hand returned to Maria.
The little bounce from his cock as it ached for company earned a chuckle then a kiss from Maria.
Maria rose to her feet, a satisfied smile on her face. Felix, his cock still semi-erect, grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together, Maria's nipples hardening against his chest. His cock was pressed to her stomach, wanting her pussy.
But she did not accept it. She did not kiss. They were close but not intimate. Why? Because Maria was not interested.
"As much as another round would fuel me, I have just showered," Maria said. Her hand went down and tapped the tip of his cock with her index finger. "A beast should learn to hide its fangs sometimes."
Twitch, twitch. Man, he wanted to fuck her. But if she didn't want to…
"Alright, alright." He released her waist. "But don't expect my boner to go down that fast. Look at Jessica over there, she's still creaming over my dick."
Maria cast the bent-over woman a look, then back to Felix whose cock was pressed to his abdomen. Not only did this male possess a big dick, a high-paying job, but he was also decently muscular and a scientist with balls that could cum buckets. "So she is," Maria said, monotone.
So while nude, while Jessica moaned and remained bent-over and creampied, they sat down and talked at the table.
(**R18 End**)
Sitting at the table, there was quiet other than the heavy breathing. The first thing Maria did was purse her lips.
"...I apologize for Kate Bishop and Yelena," Maria said. "I am not the type to betray my informants. When I texted them, I was planning for a meeting elsewhere. They were the ones that entered your home."
Ah, right, they did go to his house without permission. Well, it wasn't like they would ever find anything. Herbie was installed on his phone and computer and reacted to any threat, whether it was a hardware or software threat, beyond the level of NASA supercomputers. There was no way he was getting caught, so he wasn't nervous about it in the slightest.
But he did appreciate the gesture and smiled. "So this is your way of apology?"
"Yes. Keep his nuts empty and his eyes rolled back. That was a piece of advice I learned at SHIELD."
Felix blinked and leaned forward. "Really?"
"No. But I do mean to apologize. The two of them are…erratic. Especially Yelena, I have not yet figured out what she really wants."
'She hasn't? She told me pretty openly.' Felix scanned Maria. 'Actually, wait, I get it.'
Maria's vibe as a SHIELD agent sometimes mingled with her vibe as a detective. She was…too guarded. Suspicious even. Again, the first time they had sex, it was way too quick. One second, they were talking and the next they were fucking. Even now, sitting at the table naked, Felix couldn't tell if she was going to jump him, fuck him, or tell him something important.
At some point, he thought he understood her but every time he got close to that, another boundary appeared. Another mystery or person that drew up a wedge. Yelena didn't tell Maria about why she was here, about her friend that was potentially behind the killer of Barbara Morse's child.
"The killer of that child and the injuries that Barbara Morse sustained…it requires a specific kind of martial arts. One that I'm intimately familiar with."
In that low whisper, Yelena admitted a great secret. Perhaps it was because no matter how much Felix had changed, he was still a normal scientist at heart. After avenging Reed, after taking down the person behind the Oscorp attack, he might just…go back to normal. Visit his parents.
Maybe.
Or maybe going back to normal wasn't an option for him.
Beep!
His phone was on the table, buzzing twice. He checked what was up.
> ?: This is Eleanor Bishop.
> ?: Are you available?
> ?: I want to plan a dinner tomorrow if possible.
Felix smiled and looked up at Maria. The private detective immediately knew what was up.
"Bingo?"
"Bingo," Felix confirmed. "I'm in. Dinner tomorrow."
All that was left was not to mess up.
***
That dinner night arrived sooner than expected. It was almost like he blinked and it was tomorrow.
Felix stood in front of his closet, staring blankly at the array of clothes hanging before him. He was no stranger to high-stakes situations, but this? This was a different kind of mission. He had a date tonight—not just any date, but one with Eleanor Bishop, a woman he needed to charm and trust in order to extract information about Club Scorpion. The fact that Kate, her daughter, was part of his team added a layer of awkwardness to the whole situation that Felix would rather not think too much about.
"Okay, so we need to pick something that says sophisticated but not too flashy," Kate said, pacing behind him as she bit her lip. "Mom doesn't really care about brands, but she's into timeless stuff."
Felix glanced at her through the mirror, raising an eyebrow. "Timeless? Like what, a tux?"
Kate waved her hand dismissively. "No, no, just... I don't know! I'm not exactly her fashion consultant."
From the corner of the room, Yelena leaned back on Felix's bed and the headboard, twirling a piece of her blonde hair between her fingers. "You're overthinking this. Just wear the tightest pants you own and a button-up shirt, and you'll be fine. Single moms love a man in tight pants."
Felix let out a groan, running a hand through his hair. "Yelena, I'm trying to be serious here."
Yelena shrugged. "Hey, just giving you the best advice I've got. Besides, you have a nice butt. Use it to your advantage."
"Good lord..." Felix muttered, shaking his head.
On the other side of the room, Maria Hill was methodically examining the contents of Felix's wardrobe. She pulled out a couple of shirts, frowning slightly at each one. "These are too casual. She won't like this." Maria pursed her lips, holding up a dark grey shirt before putting it back. "Something sharp but understated. Maybe a dark blazer, no tie. Keep it muted, nothing too flashy." She hesitated, then added, "And for cologne, something classic. Nothing too strong. Women like subtlety."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite. Muted is the way."
"Muted? Seriously?" Yelena chimed in, sitting up, legs-crossed. "You want him to blend into the wallpaper or something? The whole point is to stand out. He's not going to a corporate meeting."
Maria shot Yelena a look. "He needs to be confident, not cocky. There's a difference."
"Confident? He should look like someone who's about to seduce her and get information," Yelena countered. "Not someone applying for a job."
Kate groaned. "Okay, can we please stop using the word 'seduce'? This is my mom we're talking about!"
The room erupted into a brief argument as Yelena, Maria, and Kate went back and forth on what Felix should wear. Felix rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. It wasn't just the clothes—there was so much more riding on this night and the team's conflicting opinions weren't making things any easier.
"Muted is—"
"Dumb. Eleanor won't drop her panties at that."
"Yelena, could you please shut up!"
"What? We need a great plan, I'm giving it. We don't want him and consequently us to look stupid. Imagine he's dull and boring and Eleanor isn't interested: we fail! We wasted our time!"
Maria frowned. "Excitement does not mean interest."
"Sure it doesn't," Yelena retorted. "Let's ask anyone other than the private detective that looks like an American spy."
Just when Felix thought he might lose his mind, Aaron Davis strolled in from the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee like he had all the time in the world. He looked around at the chaos, raising an eyebrow.
"What's going on in here?" Aaron asked, eyeing the various outfits that had been strewn across the bed and hung behind the door. "Shouldn't we be focusing on the mission?"
"This is the mission," Yelena replied.
"Uh…what?"
"They're trying to dress me for my date with Eleanor," Felix explained, exasperated. "And I'm getting conflicting advice."
"Ah." Aaron nodded sagely, setting his coffee down on the side-table and walking over to the wardrobe. "Alright, move aside, everyone," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Time for the professional to step in."
Yelena gave him a look. "Oh, and since when are you a professional?"
Aaron smirked. "Since I've been around long enough to know a thing or two about single mothers."
He paused, then grinned cheekily at Felix. "Rule number one: You gotta rizz them up."
Felix cringed. "Rizz them up? Who taught you that?"
"I'm a street guy, I know my lingo."
Kate rolled her eyes. "Oh, God..."
Aaron chuckled and started rifling through Felix's closet, ignoring the comments. He finally pulled out a dark blue blazer, a crisp white shirt, and a pair of slim black slacks. "Here we go. This is clean, sharp, but not too formal. Wear this, and you'll look confident without trying too hard."
"You really think this will do the trick?"
"Trust me," Aaron said, hands on his shoulders and looking him dead in the eye. "Single moms don't need flash. They need someone who can walk in looking like they've got their life together. And... you know, maybe show a little respect. That goes a long way."
Felix clicked his tongue, nodding while thinking, and took the clothes from him. "I'll keep that in mind."
Aaron clapped him on the shoulder. "So, what's the game? You gonna swipe her phone or laptop during the date? After? When she's blushing and reeling from a compliment?"
"Something like that, yeah."
"With all that security at her penthouse, I figured you'd want to time it with us."
"Time it?"
"With this." Aaron Davis brought out a button. Felix squinted. "It's the live-streaming button I gave you at the factory."
"You have a bunch of them lying around?"
"Yep. Whenever I did a large stint at a museum or charity, I would use this with my partners."
"Wait…" Kate said slowly. "You're a thief?"
Aaron Davis slipped up.
Or did he?
"Former thief," Aaron corrected. "Late teens. I became an officer afterwards to prevent thievery like my own. I'm retired now but still doing stuff like against Club Scorpion."
Huh, that was an excellent explanation. Felix would have applauded him for the sheer boldness of it all.
"Anyway!" Aaron cleared his throat. "The button device is primitive in video quality but ultimately undetectable. It can't record either but will send data right to us."
"Good enough for me," Yelena said. "Better than nothing, trust me."
"Agreed. I saw some of the security there," Aaron said. "Twenty-four-hour cameras with guards and thermal vision and all that. Go in, swipe the goods, and be out, but I figure you can only do it if you time it with us. Me and Yelena will also be doing some bird-watching."
"...it's a penthouse," Felix said. "How are you two going to keep track of me? Or help?"
"I scoped out her penthouse. After the explosion, her mom—" Yelena jabbed a thumb at Kate. "—got paranoid. Her place is locked down tight. Military-grade stuff is there. You couldn't get a fly in there without triggering alarms. But we can do some fiddling with the security system. Screw up the live feed and distract the guards."
Felix raised an eyebrow. "Wait—you guys scoped out her penthouse?"
Aaron and Yelena exchanged a glance and shrugged in unison. "Of course," they said at the same time.
Felix glanced between Aaron and Yelena, realizing just how much they had done behind the scenes. 'These guys don't miss a beat. Talk about professionals.'
Kate, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. "You know... I might be able to get in. I'm her daughter, after all. If you need something from her penthouse, why am I not doing it?"
"You'll see soon enough, Kate." That was all Maria said. She did not elaborate either.
Kate sighed in frustration. "Why do you keep saying that?"
"Relax," Yelena said. "Trust Maria. She's one of the most prepared people I've ever met. If she says you'll see, you'll see."
Kate huffed. "Fine. But I still think I could help more directly."
Felix went to the bathroom and changed. He was fully dressed in the outfit Aaron had picked out and grabbed a bottle of cologne at his dressing table. He was about to spray some when Yelena snatched it from him and shook her head. "Don't use that one. It's too strong." She handed him a different bottle. "Go with this. It's subtle. Just a few spritzes. You don't want to smell like you bathed in it."
Felix did as she suggested. "Uh, thanks."
He did have some experience going to events courtesy of his father. He wasn't an idiot. He could blend in. But this seemed to be on another level.
Then again, for what was effectively his second meeting Eleanor Bishop, he was going to need to be on another level.
Yelena gave him a wink. "Now, go out there and do your thing. And remember, no matter what happens, at least you'll look good."