#august25

There’s a convenient built-in shelving feature on the wall behind your back, allowing you to lean your weight into your hands while your hips roll mindlessly against Steve’s mouth. 

Steve’s groaning. The echo of it fills the space just as much as the steam- interrupted every so often by his hand leaving your hip to stroke his cock- a wet, frantic sound before he’s back on and in you again.

Steve curls his tongue, stroking the textured wall of your pussy, making your knee seize and mold to his ear; his hand moves again, this time to smack sharply at your ass.

You interpret this correctly, chest heaving, tilting your pelvis and arching to rest just your upper back on the shower wall so Steve can get in deeper.

And he does- nose pressed tight to your aching clit, moaning and sending the vibrations spasming through to your core. Your pussy tightens in response, clenching around the thick muscle of his seeking tongue.

The shower head is aimed directly at your back, cascading down the length of you- there’s a fine layer of mist across Steve’s body, chestnut hair a shade or two darker from the runoff. 

You were briefly worried about the possibility of his drowning, but based on the way his nails are digging into your hips, pulling you closer and attempting suffocation, you think he might die happy.

“Steve,” you sigh out, the word getting swallowed up by all the other noises- namely, the slick one of his fists around his cock, again. “Feels so good…”

You lean more of your weight into your left hand, still anchored by a knee over Steve’s shoulder, to sink the fingers of your right hand into the roots of his dampening locks. The angle of his mouth is perfect, and you aim to keep him there, stealing a glance down as you do-

Steve looks like an angel, of course. Tawny skin stretched bare, all for you, brows knit together in exultation and concentration, eyes closed and lashes sweeping at the inside of your thighs. 

The crown of your head drops back to the wall when Steve starts fucking his tongue in and out of you, in quick, short movements, aided by your hand glued to his skull. 

The whole time, he’s making this sick, needy, low-pitched groaning noise, one that has you gasping, stuttering out his name in warning- 

“St-Steve, gonna- fuck, fuck, baby, like that-”

There’s another sharp smack to your ass before his hand comes to rest on your tummy, a loving stroke over it before his thumb dips down, works its way to your clit. 

As if his nose wasn’t enough. This way, he can rub tight circles in tandem with his tonguefucking, and focus his mouth’s attention solely on your spasming cunt.

Another noise is ripped from your lungs, this time, louder than all the water and white noise- it’s pure pleasure, a high, keening thing that makes Steve lightheaded. If his mouth wasn’t so full, he’d be talking you through it and singing your praises.

He lets his hands speak for him. Increases the pressure on your clit, works over in fast little movements, and leaves half-moon nail marks in the plush fat of your ass as he drags you closer, as you cum on his tongue.

 The orgasm pushes another long noise from your lungs, a mix of moan and whine, breathy and sweet- it ends in a sharp gasp, and Steve’s pulling his head from between your thighs, ever attentive.

“S’too much?” His speech is slurred, partially from pussy-drunkenness and partially from the mouthful of your slick and cum he’s storing. 

“No, no, so good, baby, just the metal- thing.” You gesture vaguely behind yourself, weak from coming, but Steve’s already rising to his feet.

He swallows, swipes the back of his hand blissfully across his mouth before going in for a kiss. “Sorry, honey, should’a had you in a different spot, just couldn’t wait.”

“I don’t mind.”

You didn’t think anything of your Halloween costume this year, just some party store witch costume grabbed off the rack in a quick rush. Robin had called last week to say she was having a Halloween party at her place, but seemingly forgot to mention it was a costume party until the day before. So an overpriced, slightly scratchy deep purple velvet dress and some matching purple and black stockings paired with some chunky black winter boots that you were able to fish out of the depths of your closet would have to suffice. There wasn’t even a witches hat in to go with the costume. Could you even call yourself a witch if you didn’t have a hat? I guess that was going to have to be something you were going to forget about now.

So, no, in all honestly you didn’t think that your halloween costume was all that impressive, but Steve however, Steve thought differently.

“Hey Honey are you ready to g-” he stops mid sentence as he walks into the bedroom to see you. 

In all honesty Steve had never truly thought of himself as particularly kinky, sure he liked it when you would blow him in the shower, or ride him in his car when either you couldn’t bear to go another second without touching each other, but what guy didn’t? He was only human? But seeing you all dressed up so enticingly in your short velvet dress with sleek stockings rolled up your legs had his dick twitching under the cover of his light coloured khaki trousers.

Apparently his Indiana Jones costume does very little to hide his very obvious boner, because all too easily your eyes flick down to his growing bulge before flicking back up to his flushed pink cheeks.

“Steve, seriously?” you huff. “You can’t honestly tell me that this is doing it for you.” gesturing to your costume

“Honey, you could be wearing a potato sack and I'd still wanna pounce on ‘ya, but I'd be lying if I said this little get-up wasn’t making me feel some kind of way.” he says as he pads over to you.

As if you needed any more evidence of how excited he was by your choice of costume, he presses himself against the rounded curve of your ass, letting you feel his hard cock against the layers of both of your costumes. 

“Steve, we do not have time for this, we’re supposed to be at Robin’s party in like fifteen minutes, we need to go now.”

“I can get you off in ten minutes, easy. Maybe twice if you’re good for me.” he says, almost smug in assuredness of his capabilities.  “Come on, all you gotta do is just spread those pretty legs for me and I can make you feel so good.”

“Fine.” you laugh off, reasoning that it would be fruitless to argue with him. He always got what he wanted in the end.

“Atta girl.”

He backs you up to your vanity table, laughing softly to himself when he hears the clattering of perfume bottles and jewellery being pushed aside as your ass bumps up against the table top. 

Sitting on top of the vanity table puts you at the perfect height for Steve to get between your spread open thighs, each of your legs draping over his shoulders and down his back as he puts himself at the very center of where he loves to be. 

“Oh honey…can’t believe you were hiding these from me. Were you hoping to get lucky tonight?” he smirks, upon seeing your choice of underwear. Black, lacy, skimpy, slutty.

“Maybe I was, Harrington. Maybe I was hoping some brave archeologist would come and excavate my cave.” you laugh, taking a jab at Steve’s choice of costume with your line of cheesy dirty talk.

“Oh honey, I am more than ready to explore your temple of doom.”

He drags the scrap of lace down your thighs before pocketing them for his own personal safe-keeping.

You raise an arched eyebrow at him but he just responds with his usual boyish charm.

“A good explorer always takes a souvenir from his conquests.”

And with that he buries his face into your core, letting his tongue trace broad sweeps over your pussy. His stubbled cheeks scratch along the soft skin of your thighs as he warms you up to the feeling of his tongue. You fist your hands into Steve’s hair, messing up his perfectly styled coif of soft chestnut hair. His nose bumps against your clit, giving you something so perfect to grind down into as he urges his face impossibly closer to your cunt. He gives you a few more steady licks, before his tongue sweeps up to flick over your clit before capturing it between his pink lips, suckling on it in a way that has your stomach rippling with pleasure. He knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows what you like and how you like it, and he knows exactly how to play you to get you to fall apart for him

“Steve..” you gasp breathlessly.

“That’s it honey, wanna hear you, wanna hear how good I’m making you feel..”

Because that is what he gets off on the most. Getting to hear every little noise that he can pull from you as a direct result of what he’s doing to you. Getting to feel every little subtle twitch in your thighs as you claw closer and closer to your high. Getting to indulge in every little thing that makes your body sing. His cock presses intently in his pants, longing to be freed, but right now the only thing he’s concerned about is getting to taste you, getting to feel the way your slick gushes from you as you come apart on his tongue.

Embarrassingly quickly he’s bringing you to the edge of pleasure and it doesn’t take very much more than his dedicated mouth giving you all the love and devotion it can before you’re falling apart, your chest rising and falling with breathy gasps and whining moans.

His tongue licks you softly, bringing you through the shuddering shocks of your first orgasm but sure enough he’s quickly working you up to another.

“Just give me one more pretty girl, we’ve still got time, just wanna feel you come for me one more time. ” he pleads eagerly, peppering gentle kisses to the inside of your thigh.

You offer him  a shy nod of your head, and that’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s diving back in, eating you out like he needs it to survive

“Think you can take one of my fingers Honey?”

“I want it, please Stevie, I just wanna feel you..”

He slides one of thick fingers inside your tight heat, crooking them up to meet that spot that has you throwing your head back in pleasure. Teasing them inside you so intimately as he leans back down to level his face with your cunt to suck on your clit once more. 

Leveraging your legs over his shoulders, you use them to draw him closer, locking your ankles together like you don’t want to let him go. 

Your whole body feels pleasantly tingly, your head feels fuzzy and floaty all at the same time and it’s all because of Steve.

“That’s it pretty girl…you’re squeezing my finger so tight, I can tell you want it, I can tell you’re close..just give it to me..”

He slips one more of his thick fingers inside you, and rounds his tongue over your clit a few more times and your high rushes over you, shuddering through your body like electricity.

 “There’s my good fucking girl.” he growls against you as you ride out your release.

Steve pulls away from you with a self-satisfied smirk, his smug face covered in your slick juices which he devilishly cleans away with a darting swipe of his tongue. 

“Told you I could get you off twice in ten minutes.”

“Okay Cassanova, you’re good, I’ll give you that.” you laugh with a shake of your head as you try to tug the skirt of your dress back down. 

You hold your hand open, waiting for him to give you your panties back.

“Give me back my underwear please, Steve”

“Uh-uh, you know the rule, finders keepers. They're mine now.”

As he gets up from his knees your eyes are drawn to the still prominent bulge in his pants.

“But wait, what about you? Don't you want me to return the favour?”

“As much as I would love that, and trust me I would love that a so fucking much right now, we've got a party to go to, and if we leave now we're only going to be fashionably late.” He smiles that warm, charming smile you love so much. “Besides there's gotta be a closet or something at the party where we can sneak away, I'm sure Robin won't mind.”

And he's so effortlessly charming, suave and oh so handsome, you might just have to take him up on that offer, because after all, what's Halloween without a little hi-jinks?