Charley

Steve Harrington may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed but when it came to his girlfriend? Well he was incredibly perceptive.

And for the past two weeks, he’s been picking up on the way you’ve been staring at his hands.

It doesn’t matter what he’s doing – if his hands are visible, you’re fixed on them. At first he thought he was imagining it but you proved him wrong.

When he’s counting down the registers at work, mindlessly swiping his tongue over his fingers for a better grip on the cash, you’re staring.

When he came over last week and built you a new vanity, screwdriver between his teeth, and his hands hammering in every screw, you’re staring.

After work when he surprised you with a glass of wine and plan for a homemade meal, chopping up vegetables – you’re staring.

And tonight he was going to prove it.

He whisked you away for a casual date night – spending the night at a new dive bar he found and used every possible excuse to showcase his hands.

He showed up in a white button down, the top three buttons left open to show just enough of his chest hair to tease, and made sure to keep his sleeves rolled up to his elbows – displaying the veins in his hands and forearms.

He kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the expanse of your thigh, gently kneading the skin every few minutes. And when he was pulling into the parking spot? That same hand came to land on your headrest, muscles twitching as he maneuvers the car – inches away from your face, and your mouth.

It worsened once he roped you into a game of pool. His body bent over the table, the thin wood looked minuscule between his long fingers. The veins in his hands shifting as he lines the stick up.

It was all so consuming that it was hard to carry out a full conversation with him.

And of course, Steve noticed.

By the end of the night, he could see the way you were a buzzing mess of nerves – practically drooling over the sight of his hands and the way he used them tonight.

It was no surprised when you all but pounced on him the minute you stepped inside. Your mouth was on his seconds after the door was shut, hands clawing at any inch of skin you could reach. He smirked into the kiss, awfully aware of how he triggered your reaction.

But he let you have your fun, because by the time you got upstairs, a trail of clothes left behind leading up the stairs, he knew what he wanted.

And that was getting you to admit what he already knew.

You’re laying flat on his bed, legs spread wide for him to settle between. Steve hovers over you, his warm mouth gliding against yours, his tongue licking into your mouth. Your hands are tangled in his hair, tugging every time his teeth bites into your lip.  

It’s messy and desperate and still not enough.

Steve pulls away suddenly and watches the way you raise your head off the pillow, chasing after his lips. Your chest heaves as you try and catch your breath, all the while he stares down at you – a barely there, teasing smile on his face.

Slowly, he grinds his still covered cock against your pussy. You don’t hold back the moan he pulls from you and your hands raise to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

His smile widens at your reaction. “That feel good, baby?”

You’re nodding instantly. “Mhm.. so good, Steve,”

He hums an agreement, still slowly rocking his hips. He knows it’s not enough for you, but you’re sweet enough not to rush him.

“You want more though,” He says softly, lowering his head to hover his mouth over yours – not quite a kiss yet. “Don’t you?”

Your breath hitches, just barely, but enough for him to notice. You swallow hard and nod timidly.

“Use your words.”

His hips are still lazily moving into yours but it’s still enough to turn your brain into mush.

“Y-Yes, Steve. I want – I want more, please.” You beg him and raise your head, pushing your lips against his. He doesn’t fight you and kisses you back just as hard.

His hips move faster now, a new harsh and fast rhythm. You can physically feel your own wetness soaking the fabric of the boxers he still wears, but neither of you care. The room fills with the sound of your lips smacking against each other and you’re mewling for more under him.

Slowly, he slides his hand up your thigh, over your hip, up your ribs, all the way until he reaches your face. His palm cups your cheek and he brushes his thumb over the skin there.

It’s a gentle touch and it’s a dizzying difference compared to the way he’s slamming his hips into you.

He pulls back then and waits for you to open your eyes. You’re breathless when you do, staring up at him. Your mouth is swollen red, lips bitten raw. The skin of your face is flush, a faint blush covering the apples of your cheeks.

So fucking beautiful.

His fingers slide down your face, carefully tracing your lips and taps his thumb against them.

“Open.” His voice is low, soft and gentle, and there’s no room to question him.

You blink up at him but he doesn’t repeat himself.

Your lips part and he lets his thumb slip inside. Instinctively, your lips wrap around his finger – and you don’t just hold him there. Your cheeks hollow out, tongue swirling around him. Your eyes flutter shut, a content hum surrounding his finger, like you’ve been waiting for this exact moment.

Steve groans quietly above you and he presses his thumb down on your tongue. Your whimper is muffled around him.  

“This what you’ve been wanting, baby?” He murmurs, carefully sliding his thumb in and out of your mouth.

With your mouth full, you still nod. Your eyes are hooded, swirling with unfiltered need and desire – it’s almost enough to make him cum right there.

“Yeah I know it is,” He breathes. “Been watching my hands, my fingers. Just needed them in your mouth – something for you to suck on, huh?”

Your face burns – from embarrassment, shame, hunger, you have no idea really. All you know is you want him to keep going.

He watches your reaction before he pulls his thumb out with a pop!

You whine at the loss and he smirks down at you. He doesn’t let you suffer for long before he reaches down and pushes his boxers off.

Your stomach twists in anticipation while you watch him. He kicks them off the bed, and grips his cock in his hand, sliding it through your wet folds.

“Please – don’t tease me,” You whine. Steve ignores you and pushes the head of his cock against your clit, moving in small circles over the sensitive bud.

You watch the way his hand tightens around his cock – veins protruding and twitching beneath his skin.

He guides himself down to your entrance, your wetness giving him easy access but before he pushes in, he looks back up at you. He plants a gentle kiss on your lips and slides home.

Your shared moan is instant. The stretch he brings is intense and the feeling of being completely full overwhelms you in the best way. It’s almost like you can feel him all the way in your throat.

He starts his brutal pace – hips slamming into yours and his cock hits that sweet spot inside you almost immediately.

“Mhmm.. fuck,” You cry out, mouth hanging open and Steve takes the opportunity.

His hand rises to your face again and his pointer and ring finger flat against your tongue. You suck him in, encouraging him further.

“So good baby, so fuckin’ good,” He moans. Your mouth soak his fingers, all the while your pussy soaks his cock. “Just stuffed full, aren’t you? This pussy full from my cock and this pretty mouth stuff with my fingers,”

His words are so fucking vulgar and should make you disgusted with yourself but you’re not – it just makes you want it even more.

You nod feverishly, whining around his fingers. Drool slips past your lips and onto the pillow beneath you. His hips haven’t stopped slamming into you for a second and already, you can feel the coil pulling tighter and tighter in your tummy.

Steve can feel it and it’s pushing him closer to the edge behind you.

“Come on then baby. Cum for me,” He rasps. His cock drills into your harder, deeper. “Cum around my cock while I fuck your mouth with my fingers.”

Your orgasm washes over you the second the words leave his mouth, giving you barely any warning. Stars burst behind your eyes, your skin burns from the feeling of him and his words.

Steve watches the way your thighs convulse around him, your pussy tightening and clenching around him, your juices gushing the base of his cock.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Steve whines. His hips stutter, losing rhythm, and he pulls his fingers from your mouth – giving you only a second to breathe before slams his mouth against yours. You swallow down his whines as his cock jerks inside you, hot ropes of cum spilling inside you.

He steadies himself over you after a moment, his lips gently pecking at yours as you both try to catch your breath. When he pulls his face away from yours, he smiles down at you.

“What?” You ask breathlessly.

“Nothin’.” He responds. You narrow your eyes at him. “Just thinking of all the other ways I can use my hands to get you like this now,”

“Steve!” You gasp out a laugh. He laughs back, burying his face in your shoulder.