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Iris sighed, feeling exhausted after a long day at work. Tomorrow morning, Barry would treat her to breakfast in bed, as was their weekly tradition. Tonight, however, she was throwing together a quick dinner while Stacy worked on a difficult English essay in the dining room. She could see her tugging at the ends of her hair in irritation as she nibbled on her eraser.
Something shifted, and Iris yelped, staring down at her suddenly finished dinner preparations. Everything was neatly chopped and lined up, the knife and cutting board set into the sink.
Her mouth ached, jaw slightly sore, like she'd been holding it open too long. She tasted salt, faintly, but mostly just toothpaste. Her hair was freshly combed, feeling like it had been moved around very quickly. She swallowed.
"Iris? Are you alright?" Stacy called.
Pushing down the surge of arousal she felt, Iris cleared her throat.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just thought I saw a mouse, but it was something I dropped on the floor!"
Stacy didn't know anything about Barry's secret identity, after all. And even if she had, Iris definitely didn't want her to know about this secret.
Creeping around the corner, Iris squinted at the duo she was tailing. Though they were clad in nondescript outfits, she'd noticed the woman at the scenes of several recent, still unexplained thefts. If she could figure this out, then she could report on the scoop before anyone else. She could also tell the police and her husband, of course, and be in a perfect position to report on the capture of the thieves as well.
A breeze blew past her, and Iris paused. That breeze had felt a little colder than it should have. She rubbed her legs together speculatively, then ran a hand subtly over her hip. Her underwear was definitely gone. A faint burn was present between her thighs, though there was no dampness.
Had Barry fucked her thighs while she stood here on the street? She swallowed heavily at the thought. Right now wasn't the time to think about it. Whatever he'd done, he'd left her clean, and it was hardly the first time he'd 'stolen' a pair of her underwear. Once he was done with it, he'd wash it, though he might let her see the pair first. She hoped he would, this time…
But for now, she put that thought aside. The couple had headed inside a laundromat, and she had even more to investigate now than before.
Iris was pushing a cart full of this week's groceries through the store when she felt it. A sudden burst of intense feeling, her knees going week with the force of it. She clung onto the cart as she felt herself dripping into her panties beneath her skirt.
Her breasts were sore beneath her bra, which felt like it had moved slightly. She could see a bruise on the inside of her wrist, could feel more beneath her clothes. Her lips were swollen, and she could taste mint. She raised a hand to touch them idly, body still processing.
Her cunt throbbed viciously, leaking come. Iris trembled, on the verge of her own orgasm. Barry had used her, right there in the grocery store next to the baking supplies. She rubbed at her lips with one finger, flinching slightly at the burn.
Faking a casual attitude, even though she could feel her cheeks flushing, Iris glanced over her shoulder. No one around this time. She was tempted to stick a hand beneath her skirt and finish herself off, but she didn't have super speed. Barry would just have to make it up to her later.
The blank sheet of paper Iris had just fed into her typewriter stared up at her. She'd come up with a catchy opener for her article, but now that she was preparing to type it up, the scratchy handwriting on the page to her left did not appeal.
Sighing, Iris got as far as typing Some readers may remember when she found herself abruptly in her underwear. Not the bra and panties she'd put on this morning when leaving the house, either. Her respectable beige had been replaced with firetruck red and satin.
"Barry!" she gasped, glancing up to the door of her office. The blind were still fluttering where they'd been pulled down, but the door remained unlocked. Her clothing dangled from hangars neatly placed on her coatrack.
"Who's that?" Barry asked, spinning her around to face him. He was wearing the full Flash costume, expression playful underneath the mask.
"My husband," Iris answered, already catching onto the game.
"Thinking of him when I'm right here with you? Come on, baby."
Barry leaned into her space, caging her in with his arms as he rested his hands on the desk behind her. Iris frowned at him and started to turn the chair around, but of course Barry stopped her faster than she could see.
"You don't have to act shy, Iris. You let me have you whenever I want, don't you?" He tucked a finger under her chin, tilting her head to press a kiss to her mouth. Iris went with it, but pulled back after their lips touched. "He doesn't need to know."
"I love him," Iris said, smiling slightly. It was hard not to just pull the mask back and kiss Barry silly, even when they were playing like this.
Barry's eyes softened visibly, though he didn't break character.
"You can love him, but let me satisfy you."
Iris dropped her gaze to the side, pursing her lips.
"You don't seem interested in satisfying me when you leave me high and dry in the grocery store. I had to do the rest of my shopping like that, you know. Leaking into my underwear, hickies on my neck…" she trailed off, suppressing a smile as her words had the intended effect. Barry bit his lip, tracing his hand lightly down her neck to thumb at the dark bruises that she knew stood out against her pale skin.
"Let me make it up to you," Barry murmured, gently nudging her legs open so he could stand between them.
"Hm…" Iris tapped her chin idly. "No, I don't think I will."
"Baby, please."
"I said no, so unless you're going to make me…" Iris trailed off.
Barry's face brightened, and Iris's chair vanished from beneath her, typewriter and papers pushed to the side as her ass rested on the bare wood of her desk.
"If that's the only way, then that's what I'll do." Barry dropped down, nuzzling against her cunt through the lace. Iris moaned, reaching down for him— Only for Barry to catch her wrists in one hand, too fast for her to see. The friction left her warm; he must have gone a little slower than normal, dropping out of his speed to let her feel it.
"That's for my husband," Iris went for irritated, though she probably came off as amused. She couldn't help it. The sight of Barry between her legs always delighted her, even wearing that silly red mask. His nose nudged into her, and he inhaled. The gentle touch had her squirming.
"I know," Barry said. He licked at her abruptly, pink tongue dragging against the lace.
"What if someone catches us?" She pulled at his grip on her wrists, though not very hard.
"They'll all know you let the Flash have you wherever and whenever he wants." Murmuring into her, Barry's eyes closed. He pressed the lace into her with his mouth, then suckled at the fabric. Iris's thighs clenched around his head.
"And does the Flash want me now?"
"Yes," Barry sighed breathily.
Iris gasped as he nudged her panties to the side, his hot tongue making direct contact with her dripping pussy. She bucked her hips up against him, and he let her, lapping at her clit and providing something to grind against. The scent of sex drifted up to her as wet sounds filled the air.
"Do you want me?" he asked, pulling slightly away. His devastatingly blue eyes darted up to meet hers. And damn if Iris couldn't say no to him, even as play.
"I do," she said.
Barry moaned long and low, standing up to kiss her. He released her wrists to bury a hand in her hair and clutch at her thigh, so Iris slung her own arms around his shoulders.
"Need you, Iris, please," he panted as he pulled away, ducking back in before she could answer to lick into her mouth. She groaned, pushing back against him, tasting herself on his tongue.
"Darling," she started, trying to pull back only to be interrupted by another kiss.
"Barry," she tried. Barry tugged her hips flush with his, grinding against her, his arousal now obvious in the tight suit he was wearing. He must have taken the cup out at some point, because she could feel his hardness against her core.
"Honey." Finally, Iris had to pull on his mask, tugging it back from his face. That shook him out of it, and he looked at her again, eyes wild and hair flattened from its time beneath the mask.
"Yes?" Barry asked faintly.
"You can have me." Iris leaned in to peck his cheek.
Barry whined, dropping both hands to hold Iris's legs, which she wrapped around his waist. Slowly and deliberately, he lifted her, carrying her to the wall of her office, next to the window, which was thankfully also covered. He rubbed at her thighs, and then was suddenly pressing into her, his suit pulled down and her underwear to the side.
"Oh," Iris moaned as Barry adjusted his grip on her so that he could reach between them to rub at her clit. She clung even tighter to him, the delicious feeling of his cock deep inside her combining with the friction to send her higher.
Barry's brows were drawn together as he focused, probably trying not to come immediately. He didn't like to, not when they made love slowly like this. Iris dug her fingers into his shoulders, feeling the costume wrinkle as she drew herself closer. She pulled him in and kissed him again, nipping at his lower lip.
"It's okay, darling. Take what you need," she said.
Barry buried his face in her neck as he panted, and she felt his cock jerk inside her. He continued thrusting, the movements shaky as he vibrated with the force of his orgasm. She bit down on his covered shoulder, trying not to shout as his pleasure shook her and amplified hers.
Recovering quickly, Barry ground into her, now deliberately vibrating his fingers against her clit. She clenched around him as he pushed against her G-spot—
"Ms. Allen?" A voice asked, rapping at the door.
Iris wailed, hurtling abruptly into an overwhelming orgasm. She was ruining her reputation, but she couldn't hold it in— not with Barry still vibrating and her whole body exposed. If they peeked through the blinds, they'd see her, tangled up with the Flash, cheating on her husband… or worse, revealing his secret identity. Her clothing was still hung by the door, and her husband's come was dripping out of her, and she couldn't think as her body jerked and shook.
When she forced her eyes open, body still quivering, she realized the whole room was blurring around them. Barry's face was flushed, and he was staring at her with his mouth wide.
"Is… Is he still there?" Iris asked.
Barry started to answer, but the door opened. One of her newer coworkers looked around, and expression of confusion on his face. His eyes met hers, and Iris bit her lip as she felt her body clamp around Barry's cock, arousal surging through her. But her coworker, whose name she couldn't think of right this second for obvious reasons, simply kept looking around. He glanced at her clothes with a faint expression of confusion, before shaking his head and closing the door.
Abruptly, Barry sagged, and the room went back to normal, all the lines solid.
"What was that?" Iris asked.
"That's what I want to know." Barry stumbled backwards to sit in her chair. Thankfully, his suit kept his bare ass from touching it. Iris didn't want to have to clean it later, and it would bother her.
For now, though…
"You still owe me." She shifted her hips, feeling the way Barry was still hard inside.
"Well, we can't have that," Barry said with a laugh.
Iris ended up having to clean the chair after all.