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The position of your head gave him better access to your neck, and he buried his bearded face right in the crook, sucking on your pulse point until you were moaning and writhing more insistently beneath him. He was burning up, but it was a small taste of the hell he was surely going to.

Your hands clutched restlessly at his clothes and your legs opened a little more, allowing his hips to slot perfectly between your plush thighs. Robby thought he might see the afterlife sooner than he intended when the hard ridge of his cock pressed against the delicious heat of your center.

“Fuck,” he groaned roughly, kissing his way back to your mouth and capturing your lips with a fierceness he hadn’t felt in far too long. 

The way you softened beneath him, melting into his kiss and dragging his body deeper into the cradle of yours had him losing all sense entirely. You were no longer the off-limits daughter of his best friend, but lust incarnate. 

Robby knew better than to get lost in you, but you were too perfect, too eager for what he had to give, too ready to be defiled by him. 

Distantly, Robby knew he needed to be the one to pull away before this went any further. He was older, after all. Though he didn’t know how much older than you he was, he knew it was on him to make the reasonable decision. To be the mature one and put a stop to this before either of you said or did something you couldn’t take back. 

But, god help him, when your thighs hooked over his hips, and you used the leverage to grind against his hard cock, Robby couldn’t think, let alone come up with any of the litany of reasons to stop himself from giving you what you wanted. Especially if what you wanted was him. 

“That’s it, angel, rub that pretty pussy on my cock, take what you need,” Robby murmured in your ear, brushing kisses across your cheek, reveling in the softness of your skin and the scent of your shampoo.

He pressed his hips deeper between your thighs, pure pride blooming in his chest at the way your breath hitched, your pulse thrumming beneath your skin. He could feel your heat through your clothes, and he was greedy for more, but he wouldn’t push you for anything you weren’t willing to give.

“I need—” your husky whisper cut off in a whine, your hips humping furiously beneath him. Robby choked on a breath, his hips grinding his thick length harder against your cunt through your clothes. “Oh god, Robby, I need to feel you against me with nothing in between. Please!” 

You were already unwinding your legs from around Robby’s body. You’d shoved your pajama shorts down over your hips, and kicked them and your panties off beneath the blankets before he caught up with what you were begging for. 

“Angel, we shouldn’t…” Robby rumbled, cupping your jaw in his large hand. His warm, dry skin felt especially rough against the softness of your face, and for a moment, Robby was distracted by awe as he stroked his thumb over your cheek.

But then you let out a desperate little whimper and Robby’s gaze met yours, finding your eyes wide and pleading, tears pooling at the edges as you stared up at him. “Please, I-I want this so bad.” You shifted restlessly beneath him, your fingers dancing along the edge of his sweatpants, teasing and playful and so desperate in the way they trembled. “Please, Robby.”

It was the way you said his name—like a plea, like a prayer—that did him in.

“Okay, angel, okay. I’ve got you,” Robby murmured, pushing his sweatpants and boxers down, until his cock was free. 

In the back of his mind, Robby acknowledged that he’d give you anything you asked, but he couldn’t think about how dangerous that would be, not when the tip of his cock brushed against the damp folds of your pussy. All he could think about was you, and how good even that brief bit of contact felt.

Robby closed his eyes and stilled, gathering his resolve around him like armor. It took every ounce of his strength not to press into your tight heat. He knew you could take him, and he knew you would feel divine, but you hadn’t asked for that. And he wouldn’t give you more than what you asked. He couldn’t. 

So he angled his hips between your thighs and pressed the shaft of his cock deep between your folds. Your eyes went hazy, your soft lips falling open on a helpless moan as you both focused on the feeling of him gently rocking his hips, rubbing his hard length against your pussy, your drooling hole coating him in your slick desire. 

“Fuck, is this what you need, angel? Need my big cock rubbing against your wet cunt, huh?” Robby growled, making the mistake of lifting up enough to look down between your bodies. 

The room was lit by the blue light of the TV, and there were dark shadows everywhere, but Robby could still see too much. Just past his soft belly, he could see the tip of his cock poking through the top of your folds. He could see the way your hips writhed beneath him, meeting his rocking thrusts with little humping motions of your own.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, hooking one of your thighs over his hips, opening you up wider so he could press deeper against your pussy. 

You were already drenched, and so warm, so welcoming. It would be so easy to tilt his hips and sink into your tight cunt…

“Robby, fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, dragging his attention back to your face, which was twisted with pleasure, your skin damp and shining in the dim light of room. You were so gorgeous, you took his breath away, and it took him a moment to realize you were being too loud.

A thread of panic shot down his spine, but he had no desire to pull away or put a stop to this. Instead, Robby lowered himself more fully on top of you, brushing kisses to your cheeks and lips, enjoying the shivers that raced through your body at the roughness of his beard.

“Shh, baby, you don’t want to wake your dad, do you?” he muttered, looking deep into your eyes as he asked the question.

Since he was watching you closely, Robby saw the moment your eyes went hazy and heavy-lidded—could feel the way your pussy pulsed against his cock, like your body was enticing him inside, and he bit out a curse.

“Shit, angel, does it get you off—the idea of getting caught?” he demanded, his voice almost a hiss. He stared to pull away, cursing himself because he knew you were dangerous, but that was a step too far, even for him. 

Before he could move, though, your thighs tightened around his hips and you shook your head quickly. You stared up at him, your eyes two wide pools of desire and uncertainty, and Robby wanted to soothe you immediately. He wanted to drown in your desire.

“No, no, it’s not that,” you whispered in a rush. But you didn’t explain further, only bit your lip and stared at Robby’s shoulder, like you were ashamed to admit the truth.

“You can tell me anything, sweetheart,” Robby said, softening his voice and cupping your face in his hand, using his thumb to tug your lip free from your teeth. When you glanced at him, he smiled warmly, watching your shame transform into hope before his eyes. 

“It was that word—‘dad’,” you admitted shyly, your eyes darting away then back to Robby’s, like you couldn’t bear to watch his reaction, but also didn’t want to miss it. “I-it turned me on, hearing you say it.”

Robby’s heart nearly stopped in his chest, his cock twitching greedily against your drenched pussy. A possessiveness that would’ve scared him if he’d been in his right might swept through him, and Robby let himself sink into that feeling, gathering you in his arms as a wicked smile spread across his face.

“Oh is that all?” Robby murmured, his tone teasing and exceptionally pleased. “It turned you on just to hear me say ‘dad’?” He dropped a kiss to your mouth, nuzzling your cheek until his beard tickled you enough to make you giggle softly. “Do you want to call me ‘dad’, sweetheart—maybe ‘daddy’?” 

“Daddy,” you moaned in response, turning your head and capturing Robby’s thumb between your lips. You sucked it deep into your mouth, staring up at him with wide, trusting eyes. 

That was the moment that did him in—that was the moment he knew you were his, just as much as he was yours.

“Daddy it is,” Robby said gruffly, his cock throbbing between your thighs, unable to hide how much he enjoyed the feeling it gave him—like he was your whole world. He swallowed thickly, then nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek, regaining control of himself. “Now be a good girl and rub that sweet pussy all over daddy’s big cock, baby.”

He watched your eyes go hazy again, your mouth falling open around his thumb. Your expression was so blissed out, so open and trusting, and he knew you weren’t capable in that moment of what he’d asked. 

So, like a good daddy, Robby took over. He rocked his hips harder between your thighs, his cock twitching at the soft little ‘uh uh uh’ sounds that fell from your lips. You were so soft beneath him, your body molding to his, your drenched cunt clinging to his cock shaft. 

It was depraved how good it felt, and Robby knew he should be castigating himself for everything he’d already done, but he couldn’t bring himself to—not when you looked so happy beneath him. 

Just then, the tip of his cock caught in the opening of your pussy, pressing against your tight entrance before pushing past. Roby nearly went crosseyed from the feel of your hole around the head of his dick, suckling his tip like your pussy was begging him to bury his cock in your body.

Your breath hitched in a soft gasp that had Robby rocketing back to earth, his eyes focusing on your face. He found you with your head lifted off the pillows staring down at where his cock was sliding through your slippery folds. You angled your hips up, making it easy for Robby’s dick to catch in your hole again, and you both groaned.

“Baby, we can’t…” Robby said, little conviction in his voice even as he tried to get ahead of what he thought you were about to ask for, already knowing he wouldn’t deny you—or himself.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, lifting your gaze to him, your eyes shimmering with tears of need. Robby could feel his resolve—what little he had—crumbling. “Just the tip.”

At that, Robby ducked his chin to his chest, giving you the sternest look he could muster, and he was rewarded with an impish smile spreading across your beautiful face. Your eyes glimmered with mischief, and you stared up at him without a lick of remorse, spreading your thighs wider while you rocked your hips, coating his cock in your desire.

From the unrepentant look on your face, it was clear you knew exactly what you were doing—Robby was absolutely certain that you knew your request would turn into him buried balls-deep in your hot cunt—but neither of you cared enough to stop. 

As far as Robby was concerned, the whole night, ever since everyone else had gone to bed and left him alone with you, was like a train careening off its tracks. You were the only one capable of putting an end to it, but Robby knew you wouldn’t, since you were the one who instigated everything that’d happened in the first place.

You’d been the one to snuggle up to him under the blankets on the couch in the basement of the cabin where he’d been sleeping while he and your family were on a ski vacation. You’d been the one to insist on laying down, Robby’s body spooning yours. You’d been the one to rub your soft ass against his cock until he was hard enough that when you turned over and asked him to kiss you, he’d been unable to do anything else but give in.

And it had all led Robby to this moment, where you were begging him to fuck you with the tip of his cock, knowing it wouldn’t end there, and all he could do was give you exactly what you’d asked. He was helpless to your desire, unable to stop himself from giving you—and himself—what you wanted.

“Ple-ease, daddy,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as a tear slipped down your cheek. 

Your impish smile had melted away, replaced by an unadulterated need so exquisite, Robby felt his cock throb in response. He brushed your tear away, enchanted by the sight of you begging, and your lip pushed out into a perfect pout.

“I need your cock, daddy. I need it.”

You writhed restlessly beneath Robby, humping his cock until the tip notched at your entrance again. Robby’s body tensed, but the inevitability of what was about to happen was a reassurance. 

He gave himself over to the idea that this was always going to happen. He’d wanted you since the moment he’d first set eyes on you, when he’d arrived at the cabin. He didn’t know it at the time, but you’d wanted him just as long, gathering the courage to make the move he never would.

The fact that you were snowed in together, that mother nature herself had pushed you two closer, had Robby forgetting all the reasons he shouldn’t fuck you—you were so much younger, you were his best friend’s daughter. You were too perfect. 

You were unavoidable, you were destiny. 

“Just the tip, angel,” Robby said, reminding himself just as much as you. He pushed up on one hand, the other gripping your soft thigh and holding you open for him. He pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, but you were so tight, he met resistence. “Let me in, sweetheart.”

You whimpered and whined, and Robby felt you soften beneath him. The tip of his cock slipped inside your velvety heat, and his hips stuttered to a stop. His low, rumbling groan mixed with the sound of your soft, breathy moan, both of you reveling at the feeling of him inside you—the heat, the desire, the perfect way you fit together.

“Again, daddy,” you begged, your voice breathless, your eyes glittering with lust when Robby caught your gaze. 

He nodded, pulling his hips back until his cock slid out of your hole. Then he pushed forward again, inexorably slower, indulging in the way your body yielded to him, your slick hole swallowing the head of his dick like a greedy cocksleeve.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well,” Robby rumbled, pulling out and pushing in again, watching the head of his big dick disappear inside your tight pussy. “You want more, sweetheart? Want more of daddy’s cock in this perfect cunt?”

“Ye-es,” you moaned, arching up off the couch and trying to bear down on his cock. Robby’s hand on your thigh held you down, and he tsked at you.

“Daddy’s in charge, sweetheart,” he said, clicking his tongue and enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him. He had to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. He gave you a stern look down the line of his nose. “Be a good girl and take what I give you.”

“If I’m good, will you fill me up all the way, daddy?” you asked in a low, breathy voice that did something to Robby’s gut, making it twist with a desire so acute, he thought he might cum right there, with only the tip of his cock inside your pussy. 

“Maybe, baby,” he sing-songed, bending down to brush a kiss to your lips. He used the distraction to thrust deeper into your cunt, swallowing your gasp and moan. He let his smile bloom against your mouth when you clutched him closer, like you couldn’t bear to have any space between you.

For the next few minutes, Robby worked you open with his cock, taking the time to make sure your tight hole was stretched to accomodate his thick girth and you weren’t in any pain or discomfort. If anything, you begged and whined for more before he knew you were ready, and he would shush you with a kiss or stern words until you submitted to his authority.

When Robby finally pushed all the way into your tight cunt, feeling his balls press against your ass as he bottomed out in your dripping hole, a half-feral groan tore from his mouth. He ducked his head, muffling the sound against your neck, and pressed you deep into the couch, covering you with his weight.

You moaned sweetly in Robby’s ear, wrapping your bare legs around his waist while your arms circled his shoulders, holding him tight against your body. Your fingers carded through his hair, nails raking lightly over his scalp and he groaned yet again, his hips thrusting on reflex at how good you felt surrounding him.

You were perfect. So tight and wet and warm. You felt like heaven around his cock, and Robby knew, all over again, that you were his unavoidable destiny. You were meant to be his, and in that moment, he vowed he would spend the rest of his life making sure he was deserving of you.

“You feel so good inside me, daddy,” you whispered against Robby’s scruffy cheek, pleasure dripping like sweet honey from your voice. “Knew you would,” you babbled, words spilling from your lips almost like you couldn’t help them. “Knew your big daddy cock would fill up my tight little cunt so perfectly—like I was made for you.”

“Fuck. Fuck, angel,” Robby growled, pulling back as far as your legs circling his body allowed—which wasn’t very far at all—before slamming inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting a spot that made you gasp. “Don’t say shit like that when I’m fucking you raw, or I’ll cum inside you.”

“Do it,” you gasped excitedly, a shiver of delight making your body tremble in his arms. “Cum inside me.” You pressed your lips against Robby’s ear, your words crisp and clear and so sweet he thought they’d be the death of him. “I’m not on birth control—knock me up, daddy.”

For a brief moment, Robby blacked out. And then all he saw was you. 

You, splayed out on your back while he fucked his cum into your pussy, shoving it deep into your womb to make sure it would take. You, with your belly rounding from his seed, growing his baby in your body. You, curled up in his arms, one of his hands on your big belly while his mouth suckled on your nipple, drinking your milk that would feed his baby. 

You, holding his child in your arms while he held you in his. You, as his family, his whole world. His destiny. His.

God would have to forgive Robby for what he was about to do, because he couldn’t help himself. Not when it came to you, not when it came to the chance of breeding his baby into you. Not when it came to the undeniable need he felt to make you his forever.

In that moment, Robby made peace with the fact that he was going to hell—because being with you was better than heaven—and he gave himself over to instinct, digging his arms beneath your body and holding you caged against his chest while he pounded into you. 

He fucked your tight, slick cunt with a fury and intent he’d never felt in all his five decades on earth. All he could do was drive deeper and deeper into your clasping body, fucking you with the sole purpose of knocking you up and making you his.

“You want my baby, baby?” Robby growled against your cheek, teeth pressing into your jaw with a teasing bite that had your pussy clenching hard around his cock. He let out a rough sound of pleasure and kept going, emboldened by the way your body yielded to his. “You want me to breed your tight cunt and fill you with my seed until it takes, huh?”  

“Yes, daddy, yes,” you cried softly, clinging to him with a desperation that had Robby’s heart pounding harder, beating a selfish, staccato rhythm. “Breed me, daddy—I want your baby. I want you to knock me up. Make me a mommy—make me yours.”

The possessive beast in Robby roared its pleasure, and he grabbed your ass in one of his big hands. Holding you tight against his body, he ground into your cunt, the tip of his dick pressing against that magical spot inside you while the base of him rubbed mercilessly against your clit. 

“Cum on daddy’s cock, angel,” he urged, pressing his forehead to yours, watching pleasure wash over your pretty face. “Be a good girl and let me feel your perfect pussy sucking on my cock, and then I’ll fill you up—make you my perfect little cumdump and breed a baby into you.”

“Daddy!” 

Your high-pitched cry was cut off when Robby slanted his mouth to yours, swallowing your sounds of pleasure as you came apart on his cock. He could feel your body go taut beneath him, your cunt clenching down so hard on his shaft, he saw stars, and then you were coming.

He grunted into your mouth, fucking you hard through your release, and it wasn’t long before he was following after. He pressed deep into your cunt, the tip of his cock ramming right against your cervix so he could spill directly into your unprotected womb.

That thought had Robby coming even harder, the rhythmic pulsing of your pussy milking every drop of cum from his balls. His chest heaved as he tried to suck in enough air so he didn’t pass out, and he pressed his face into your neck, huffing your scent deep into his lungs. You smelled like sweet sex, and sweat—and a little bit like him. 

You both came down gradually, Robby collapsing on top of you and half-crushing you into the couch. You didn’t mind, though, keeping your legs locked around his waist, your fingers carding through his hair and beard as you made soft sounds of contentment. 

Eventually, he tried to pull away, but your legs tightened around him. You let out a little sound of protest and when he pulled back to see your face, you were pouting up at him, something like betrayal and uncertainty in your eyes.

“Sweetheart, this can’t be comfortable,” Robby rumbled, gently cupping your face and smoothing his thumb over the corner of your mouth to wipe away your frown. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to the pad of his thumb, making his cock twitch weakly in your pussy.

“Just a little bit longer,” you pleaded, giving him your wide-eyed look. “Please, daddy. I like being close to you.”

Robby felt his cock leak a little bit more cum, and he groaned, settling his weight on his forearms, braced on either side of your head and capturing your lips in a kiss. “A few more minutes,” he murmured indulgently, shifting so his hands could take turns massaging your thighs and hips.

It was more than a few minutes later when Robby finally disentangled himself from your body. He quickly righted himself, pulling up his sweatpants and boxers, then helped you redress, pressing kisses to your skin anywhere he could reach—your thighs, your belly, your neck. 

Before he could get lost in you all over again, he walked you up to your room, careful not to wake anyone else in the cabin.

You didn’t ask him to stay in your bed with you, and Robby was relieved. You both knew the situation with your father would need to be handled much more delicately than him discovering his best friend in your bed. Especially when you all were snowed in at a remote cabin in the mountains. 

How and when you’d break your newfound relationship to your father was a discussion for another time. For the night, Robby tucked you into your bed, giving you a slow, sweet kiss before he retreated back to the bastement and the couch where he’d been sleeping. 

The blankets still smelled like you—like your shampoo and your cum—and Robby found himself aching to have you in his arms. He fell asleep and dreamed of you, looking forward to the future, and the family, the two of you would build together.

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“Don’t worry. I just walked in.”

You sigh with an apologetic look and slip your book under the counter then smooth down your apron.

“That’s good. I can’t lose this job. I need the extra cash.”

“I get it,” he says, eyes dropping to your name tag before he reads it out loud. “I’m Steve.”

“Hey Steve,” you say. “Welcome to Books and Brews.”

A small stretch of silence grows between you and it’s not empty or awkward, just a pause where everything else fades away and you appreciate how cute he is, warm brown eyes and mussed hair, all his attention focused on you.

“Was there something you needed?” you finally ask, albeit somewhat breathless.

He tears his eyes away, looking down at a bright pink post it in his hand. He passes it to you, your fingers brushing briefly, the electricity of the touch clearly surprising you both.

You swallow and then read it…”Water Deep… oh yes! From the Avatar Series by Richard Awlinson!”

“Um,” Steve starts. “Yeah. That. It’s my best friends birthday soon and I know he’s been waiting for this one.”

You nod with a smile. “It’s not out yet. But it will be next week. I can put one aside for you if you want.”

“Yeah. Great. That sounds great. Thank you.” As he stumbles over his words you notice the light pink color that creeps along his cheeks before he runs a nervous hand through his hair.

“Ok then Steve,” you say as you grab a slip of paper from beside the cash register. “You’re all set. Do you need anything else?”

He continues to falter, clearly trying to come up with a way to prolong his time with you. You smile and ask, “do you want a drink to go? Something sweet?”

With a relieved exhale he brings his eyes to the chalk written menu above your head, scanning the treats then saying, “how about a small coffee and a chocolate chip cookie?”

“Coming right up!”

You turn to get started on his coffee, looking over your shoulder to find his eyes fixed on you. “Is it your first time here?” you ask.

“Uh, yeah. I mean I’ve passed it a bunch of times but first time I came in.”

“The coffee is really good. I bet you’ll be back.” You put a lid on the cup and grab his cookie.

“I’m definitely coming back,” he says as you hand him his stuff.

“Try the coffee first,” you laugh.

He pays and starts to back up. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Next week for sure,” you wink. “I’ll have your book waiting.”

“I’ll be back before then,” he says as he pushes the door open.

You pretend to stay busy, straightening the same stack of books for the third time, wiping down the already spotless counter, and rearranging the mugs in the corner. Still, your eyes continue to betray you, drifting back to the door every few minutes, willing the bell above to jingle tiredly again.

Eventually, you give in, slipping back behind the counter to your spot, pulling your book from beneath, and opening to your book-marked page.

“You were right,” a familiar voice says, and you jump and look up.

“Hi Steve,” you whisper.

“The coffee is really good,” he smiles.

“Back for more?” you ask, putting your book down.

His gaze drinks you in like a man starved, not like he just saw you yesterday, and you hold his stare, letting out the breath you were holding when he murmurs, “yeah.”

He finally drops his eyes to your book resting on the counter. “Does he get the girl?”

Confusion changes your expression. “Huh?”

He motions to the book, and you look down at the cover, smirking. “OH!...you’ve never read Hearts Aflame? This is my third time.”

“Not yet,” he replies.

“Well then I guess I can’t tell you how the romance ends,” you say. “You’ll have to see for yourself.”

“Got another copy?” he asks, eyebrow raised in challenge.

“You bet I do!” you say excitedly. “Come on.”

He follows as you meander through the aisles, twisting your shoulders to avoid several haphazardly stacked books until you reach the romance section at the back.

“Ok, let’s see. There’s has to be another copy here.” You stare up at the shelves then look around for the step stool.

You grab it and start to step onto it, gasping lightly when Steve’s hand shoots out to close around yours.

“Careful,” he says quietly, helping you up.

“Thanks,” you whisper.

You’re still slightly shaky from his touch as you reach for the book on the top shelf. The stool wobbles but you hold steady, feeling the weight of his hands at your waist as you step down.

He doesn’t let go once you step into his space, your bodies close. “I got it,” you breathe out.

He nods, eyes drifting to your lips just as the bell above the door chimes.

“Shit,” you mutter. “I better see who that is.”

Neither of you move. “Yeah, probably a good idea,” he agrees.

You slide the book between you and press it to his chest then slip out of his hold. He finds you at the front counter chatting with Dustin.

“Steve,” Dustin cheers!

“Hey buddy,” Steve says, throwing an arm around Dustin’s shoulder. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to come in for the coffee of course,” Dustin says, ‘duh’ written all over his face.

“You don’t drink…” Steve starts but quickly shuts his mouth when Dustin gives him a wide-eyed look.

“You want one too Steve?” you ask as you go to the coffee machine.

“Sure,” he says, “and make it two cookies today.”

You watch Steve and Dustin walk out, coffee and cookies in hand, and smile after them.

“Are you really gonna read that?” Dustin asks Steve once they’re outside and headed toward Steve’s car.

Steve looks down at the book sandwiched between his elbow and body. After a beat of silence he says, “yeah. I am.”

Dustin looks at him, disbelief in his expression before he shrugs and says, “it’s really good.”

“Of course you’ve read it,” Steve mumbles with a roll of his eyes.

“So, did ya get her number?”

It’s Steve’s turn to look slightly shocked. “Not yet man. Give me a minute.”

“The Great Steve Harrington,” Dustin says with enthused fanfare…”needs a minute?”

Steve curls his lip and looks at Dustin. “Yeah…I just…”

“Really like her?” Dustin finishes for him. “It’s been two days!”

“I know. But. I can’t explain it.”

Dustin shrugs again, clapping Steve on the back hard. “No need. Love is love buddy!”

“You know,” Dustin says with a sly tone, “if you want I could…”

Steve stops walking and plants his hands on his hips. “No,” he says firmly, slicing a hand through the air. “No, nope, no.”

Dustin throws his hands up. “I didn’t even say my idea.”

“Don’t need to hear it Henderson. No interfering!”

The next two days slip by with no sign of him and your book becomes a lifeline, its familiar words the only thing capable of pulling your thoughts away from the ache of waiting for him to return.

And then, Saturday morning, he shows up bright and early at opening. The moment you look up, it hits harder than before. The pull between you snaps tight, undeniable, as if the time you didn’t see him only strengthened it. His gaze finds yours immediately, slow, and deliberate and suddenly the shop feels too warm, too small. Awareness hums through every nerve as he steps up to the counter with a smile.

“Going through cookie withdrawal?” you ask at the same time he says, “sorry I wasn’t here the last couple of days.”

You both laugh, having only caught bits of words over each other’s talking.

“You first,” he says.

“Figured you were going through cookie withdrawal,” you repeat.

“Not just the cookies,” he says quietly. “I actually had two baseball games too.”

Your face brightens. “You play?”

He scratches the back of his head and grits his teeth. “Not exactly.”

Your eyebrows draw in as you wait for more of an explanation.

“I’m the coach.”

“That is so cute,” you say with a giggle. “After meeting Dustin the other day I can imagine you’re a great coach.”

“It’s fun,” he says. “The kids are great.”

“Did you win?” you ask.

“One of the games…you should uh…you should come to a game…you know if you aren’t busy this weekend. We play this afternoon and tomorrow morning…”

His words run together and he fidgets with the car keys still in his hand as he watches you with wide eyes.

“I’m off at two today. What time is the game?”

“Three thirty,” he answers.

“Perfect. I’ll be there.”

“That’s great. Really great,” he says, throwing you a boyish smile.

“Your usual?” you ask.

“Please,” he replies and then continues, “So, I’m halfway through Hearts Aflame.”

You turn around with an expression of happy shock. “REALLY?!”

He nods with a laugh.

You fall into easy conversation, chatting about the book and the characters, the slow burn, and the way the author lingers on their longing. You’re surprised at how thoughtful his review is so far and the longer you talk the harder you fall.

The bell over the door jingles, sudden and sharp, pulling you both back to reality as a customer steps inside the shop.

“So later?” he says, elbow resting on the counter.

“I’ll be there,” you say, reaching for the cookie jar beside you and sliding one last cookie into a bag and holding it out to him like a quiet secret.

Before he can say anything, you lean over the counter- just enough- and place a soft kiss to his cheek. For a split second, he freezes, caught completely off guard. Then the surprise melts away, replaced by a smile that lights up his whole face.

His eyes drop, just briefly, and focus on your lips, like he’s memorizing the moment then he swallows hard and murmurs a reluctant goodbye.

“You got a girl in the stands?” Derek asks Steve, following his stare past the fence by the dugout.

“Huh?” Steve says, whipping his head around to look at Derek.

“I said,” Derek begins but then looks back at the stands and starts to smile. “Oh yeah…she’s hot too.”

“What?” Steve hisses, watching as Derek starts to wave.

Steve turns back to the stands and sees you smiling and waving. He waves back and then shifts his attention to Derek.

“Will you wipe that look off your face,” Steve says.

“Nice job coach,” Derek says as he looks away and waggles his eyebrows at Steve.

Steve rolls his eyes and walks out of the dugout.

You enjoy every minute of the game, loving the energy of the kids and the way Steve works so well with them. When it’s over you come onto the field and congratulate them on their win.

“I brought some cookies. For the kids.”

“What about me?” Steve says, feigning a pout.

“I always have some for you,” you answer with a wink.

“Who said cookies?” Derek asks from next to you.

You hand them out to the team and delight in their raving exclamations.

“Did you bring all these from the bookshop?” Steve asks as he bites into his own cookie.

“Nah, I baked these. Didn’t want to walk out with half the stock for today. Saturday’s get busy.”

“Wow,” Steve says through a mouthful. “You’re gonna have to teach me how to bake these. They’re gonna want them after every game now.”

“How about next weekend?”

Your question comes out casual, but his reaction isn’t. His cheeks brighten and he almost chokes on his bite of cookie, nodding quickly before covering a cough.

The next week drifts by in soft, familiar moments. He stops by the bookshop whenever he can, grabs a coffee and cookie but most of the time the coffee runs cold, and the cookie is half eaten. He’s really there for you. Hanging on your every word, whether it’s your continued discussion of Hearts Aflame or whatever topic pops up.

As the weekend creeps closer butterflies have made a permanent residence in your stomach, the promise of uninterrupted alone time building a quiet tension. Each lingering glance, brush of your fingertips and smile keeps an awareness humming through you both.

When he shows up at your door Saturday evening, your breath catches instantly. He’s dressed casual; soft sweater and worn-in jeans, but somehow it’s perfect. For a moment, neither of you speaks. You just stand there and take each other in, the anticipation thick.

Then you remember yourself and step aside, inviting him in. He barely makes it over the threshold before he reaches for you, one arm sliding around your waist with an ease that feels natural, then he leans in and places a lingering kiss at the corner of your mouth, deliberate, just close enough to promise more without quite taking it.

You feel him everywhere; the warmth of his hand, the softness of his lips, and the moment stretches and leaves you breathless.

“Ready to make some cookies?” you manage to ask when he releases you.

“Ready to eat them,” he teases as he follows you into the kitchen.

You start to gather the supplies, reaching for your step stool but he stops you.

“I can get it.”

As you rest against the counter he presses close and grabs the bowls and hand mixer. You try to control the way your body reacts, but you can tell he’s struggling himself when you share a heated glance.

He backs away to take a breath, and you take the opportunity to set everything up.

“First we’re going to mix the dry ingredients,” you explain.

He comes up behind you, cradling your body with his hands braced on either side.

“Tell me what to do,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.

You tremble and clear your throat. “One of the most important things to remember is we have to measure everything. It’s not quite like cooking where we can do a little of this or a little of that.”

His breath tickles your neck and then your shoulder, the smell of him surrounding you.

“Scratch that,” you breathe out. “The most important thing is to remember to pay attention.”

You peek at him over your shoulder while he tries to look innocent, and hand him a measuring cup.

“Flour first,” you say.

He continues to follow your lead, all the while remaining close, either pressed behind you or next to you. Once the cookies are in the oven, he looks to you expectantly.

“Now we have to make the chocolate drizzle for the top.”

When the silky chocolate mixture is complete you swipe a finger along the side of the bowl and start to bring it to your lips. He grabs your wrist, not saying a word but drawing your finger into his mouth and sucking it clean.

“Delicious.”

There’s a long pause, and he asks, “what’s next?”

You hold his stare, knowing the answer is there, suspended between the two of you, unspoken and undeniable. Something breaks in that shared breath and in the next instant, he has you in his arms, caged against the flour covered counter, his face close enough that you can almost taste the chocolate remaining on his lips.

He pauses, hovering, the tension vibrating. His eyes search your face, asking without words. Slowly, worshipfully, his hand slides along the curve of your spine to cradle your neck, thumb warm against your skin as he gently draws you closer. His nose brushes yours, lashes lowered, the moment stretched so thin you ache.

His kiss, when it comes, is everything; slow, sweet, exploratory. Just a taste. But it builds, deepening as the world narrows to the press of his lips and the needy way his hands search for bare skin. Your fingers slip into his hair, and the soft sounds you make seem to undo him completely, drawing him closer until you feel the rapid beat of his heart in rhythm with yours.

Then the timer goes off.

The sharp beep cuts through the haze, snapping you both back to the kitchen, to the smell of baking cookies but the warmth between you lingers, unmistakable, promising that this kiss was only the beginning.

“Good thing these are the best cookies I’ve ever had,” he laughs against your lips.

“The best ever huh?” you ask before giving him a soft kiss.

He instantly goes back for more, unable to keep his mouth and hands off you but the timer beeps again, reminding you that the cookies also need attention.

“They’ll burn,” you whisper but don’t move.

He finally lets your free after another drawn out kiss and you remove the cookies from the oven, setting the pan on the rack to cool.

“We have to wait before we put the chocolate on right?” he asks, his lips curling into a slow and satisfied smirk.

Before you can answer, he’s pulling you back into his arms, bodies pressed close as you laugh softly and stumble toward the living room. You barely make it to the couch before you’re falling onto it, cushions dipping beneath you as he follows, his weight solid and welcome.

His kisses aren’t soft this time, they’re deep and unhurried, his mouth trailing along your jaw, your neck, everywhere he can reach, as if memorizing your skin. There’s an eagerness in him now, barely contained, wrapped in tenderness, as if he can’t decide whether to savor the moment or lose himself in it entirely.

You lifted your head briefly, intent on giving Steve a disinterested look that would hopefully be cold enough to send him packing back to his room. But then you got a look at your brother’s best friend wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and the sight of so much bare, golden skin on display had your belly clenching and your mind short-circuiting.

As quick as you could, you let your head fall back to the lip of the hot tub, arranging your face in an expressionless mask as you stared up into the dark night sky. Your mind raced with only one thought—it was indecent how good Steve looked in a pair of simple black swim trunks.

"If you must," you said, barely paying attention to the words as you offered him a careless wave of your hand.

You tried not to notice the way the water swished and swirled as Steve climbed gracefully into the hot tub. And you refused to acknowledge the way your body warmed further with his presence. The water was simply hotter because there was another person in the hot tub. That was all.

But in the deepest corners of your own mind, even you had to admit it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore the crush you had on Steve Rogers. Especially after so many days in such close proximity to the man.

Your crush had taken such deep root in your heart so long ago that it felt like a part of you. And no matter how many years you’d spent denying it, acting out against Steve to make sure no one—especially not him—knew your true feelings, you couldn’t hide the truth from yourself. 

All you could do was bury it deep in your heart and hope no one ever discovered the truth of how you really felt about your brother’s best friend.

"Fuck, that feels good," Steve groaned as he relaxed into the opposite corner of the hot tub from where you sat.

The sound of his pleasure did obscene things to your body. Your skin tingled with sparks of lust as heat gathered low in your belly, while a thrumming ache bloomed in your core that had you pressing your thighs together. It was all you could do to bite back a needy whimper and stop yourself from squirming beneath the water.

To distract yourself, you lifted your head again and glanced at Steve. For the briefest of moments, you were both relieved and disappointed to find so much of his glorious chest obscured by water, the surface of which bubbled and foamed from the jets in the hot tub.

"I don't think I've ever heard the golden boy swear before," you taunted, using the mocking nickname you’d given him a long time ago. You were trying to needle him, to get under his skin in the way that his mere presence did to you, so you shot him your most infuriating smirk.

But Steve didn't rise to the bait. He only chuckled good-naturedly, though there was a slight edge to it that had you holding your breath and waiting for what he'd say next.

"Y'know, I'm not as much of a goody two-shoes as you might think." 

It was damn near traitorous the way your body reacted to Steve's declaration, every part of you sitting up at attention—your nipples perking up so much, you were thankful they were hidden beneath the water. Even your pussy gave a dull throb like she thought she might be getting some prime dick that night, and you had squeeze your thighs to stave off the ache.

While your body rioted in response, outwardly you did your best to give Steve the coolest look you could muster, making a show of rolling your eyes.

"Sure you're not, golden boy," you drawled, sarcasm dripping from your voice like icicles melting in the bright sun. 

You were rewarded by a flash of emotion in Steve's eyes—something like glee, but darker—but you were quickly distracted when he stood up, water sluicing obscenely down his chiseled chest. You tracked its descent like it was the most riveting thing you'd ever seen, and you only realized your mistake when Steve gave an amused snort. 

"Have you had sex in a hot tub, sunshine?" Steve asked, prowling slowly toward you, an evil, knowing smirk on his stupid, handsome face.

You hated the way your body lit up at the way the mocking pet name rolled off his tongue—the one he'd given you because you had such a sunny disposition around him. You hated how much you loved that Steve had a special nickname for you, but you stuffed those feelings down deep and tilted your chin at him in a challenge.

"Because I have."

Your brain short-circuited at that declaration, not noticing that Steve had gotten close enough to plant his hands on the edge of the hot tub on either side of your body. He leaned over you, caging you in with his body, but his closeness barely registered. 

You were too consumed by the jealousy blooming hot and bright, lodging deep in your ribcage like a burning knife, to notice his proximity. Your mind raced as you thought through all the other girls on the trip who Steve could've had sex with in the hot tub, and you saw red.

"Who did you fuck in a hot tub, Steve?" you demanded, glaring up at the man who occupied so much of your heart and mind, your voice little more than a possessive snarl.

He had the audacity to chuckle, looming over you with a smirk twisting his perfect mouth. "Are you jealous, sunshine?" he asked lightly, the tone of his voice daring you to deny it even though you both knew you were.

His question finally slapped some sense into you and you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to regain some of your emotional distance by sniffing haughtily and looking away. Steve’s eyes were too sharp, they saw too much, and you were suddenly terrified that not only did they see right through you, he’d been seeing right through you for years. 

"Of course not," you snapped, refusing to look at him as you scrambled for some other explanation for your question. "I'm just curious,” you said, giving a one-shouldered shrug like you couldn’t care less. “Whoever they are, they must lead a pretty boring life if they think fucking a golden boy like you in a hot tub is a good time."

At that, Steve growled, sounding furious as he leaned down, making the cage of his body smaller as he crowded you into the corner of the hot tub. Inexplicably, you weren’t scared of him. No matter how much you riled him up, you knew Steve would never hurt you. You…trusted him.

So you weren’t worried by his posturing. In fact, you were practically tickled by it, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning triumphantly at getting a rise out of him. 

"I assure you, sunshine,” Steve bit out through gritted teeth. “Fucking me would be anything but boring, no matter where we do it."

Steve was trying to provoke you, and you knew you shouldn’t rise to the bait, but you couldn’t pretend you were unaffected by his words, by the way he made it sound like fucking him wasn’t just a possibility, but an inevitability. And, for a brief moment, you wanted it so badly, you could practically taste your desire in the cold, wintry night.

“Prove it, golden boy,” you snarled, trying to keep up the front that you didn’t want him, but it was a losing battle.

Despite your best efforts to remain calm, a shiver skated down your spine as you imagined Steve fucking you right there in that hot tub. You knew it would be good—if you knew nothing else, you knew that—and you couldn’t help but tremble at the thought, your body weak under the weight of your lust.

A rough, pleased sound came from Steve's throat, startling you out of your thoughts. Before you could figure out what it meant, he was grabbing your chin and turning you to face him, your head craned back while he loomed over you, still caging you in with his broad form and delicious heat.

Suddenly, his nearness wasn’t enough. You wanted him closer, you wanted every inch of his hard body pressed against your softer one. You wanted your paltry swimsuits to dissolve so you could feel his bare skin against yours, so there’d be nothing hindering him from lining himself up with your body and sinking inside until you begged for relief.

In that charged moment, your need was so exquisite, you nearly whined, but you bit it back at the last second, refusing to give Steve the satisfaction of knowing how much he’d gotten to you. Still, his blue eyes flashed like he knew exactly what he was doing to you—that your challenge for him to prove he could fuck you good was more than a furious rejoinder.

But before he could get to that, his expression softened, and his grip on your face became more affectionate. There was something he wanted to clear up before you continued your conversation, and it derailed you entirely.

“Don't worry, baby, I haven't fucked anyone else on this trip," Steve said, stroking his thumb along your lower lip. His voice was gentler than it had been, and you hated how his words soothed the jagged edges of your jealousy. "I was talking about a trip I took with Sharon back when we were together."

A snarl gathered at the base of your throat. You hated being reminded of Steve's ex-girlfriend, the one he’d been dating when you first met him and was a big reason why you didn’t want him knowing how you truly felt. 

But it was only you and Steve in that hot tub, and you felt laid bare beneath the intensity of his gaze. Before you could think better of it, a question fell from your lips.

"Was she good?" you asked, hating how small your voice sounded. 

It became immediately clear that you weren’t fooling Steve with your question—he knew what you were really asking: Was she better than you? It was a ridiculous question, since you and Steve had never fucked, but it revealed too much of your insecurity when it came to him. 

You tried to pull away from Steve's grip and turn your cheek to him as tears threatened to fall, but he gathered your face in both hands, his thumbs stroking softly over your cheeks. He held you reverently, grounding you back in the moment, and you found the strength to roll your eyes in an attempt to save face. 

"The hot tub sex, I mean,” you clarified, your voice only wavering a little. “Was it fun?"

Steve closed more of the meager space between your bodies, until his stomach was nearly brushing your chest, and tipped your head all the way back. He leaned down over you so there was no possible escape from the way his shoulders were bunched like a predator ready to pounce, his eyes darkened with desire. 

"If you promise to be a good girl, sunshine, I could show you just how good it can be to fuck in a hot tub."

It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes, your answer spurred by the way your pulse was throbbing insistently between your thighs. But at the last second, you remembered yourself, and you remembered you couldn't give in so easily to your brother's best friend. 

Somewhere deep inside your heart, you wanted Steve to earn you—and he could only do that if you continued pushing him. So that’s what you did.

"Why don't you show me what ya got, golden boy, and then I'll be the judge of how good it is," you taunted, hoping you weren’t pushing Steve too far.

You got a brief glimpse of bright delight and deeply buried affection flashing in Steve's eyes before he was moving. His mouth crashed down on yours in a kiss that was blisteringly hot from the moment it began, stealing all the air from your lungs and making you gasp from the sheer heat of it.

Steve kissed you like a feral beast that had finally been unleashed on the prey he'd been stalking for years, and you met his fervor with all the pent-up lust you'd been hiding since you'd first started crushing on your brother's best friend. 

The kiss was brutal, all clashing lips and nipping teeth, your desire finally unbound and untethered. Steve’s teeth sank deep into your lower lip, biting you hard enough to nearly draw blood, and in retaliation, you grabbed his face, pulling him closer and licking into his mouth like you were daring him to consume you.

With a bitten off growl, Steve crouched down and hooked an arm around your waist, spinning you around with him as he turned and sat down heavily on the bench of the hot tub. He manhandled your body so easily into the position he wanted, with you straddling his lap, it made you dizzy with desire. 

Once you were settled on his lap, you kept right on kissing him, your hands braced on his shoulders. Steve let out a muffled moan, his hand cupping the back of your head and kissing you deeper until you went wild. 

When he plunged his tongue into your mouth, seeking to claim the air straight from your lungs, you wrapped your lips around it and sucked on him obscenely, pulling him deeper into your hot mouth. You were rewarded by Steve’s low, tortured groan, and his hips kicking up between your thighs like he was overcome.

In answer, you spread your knees wide on the bench seat, grinding your pussy down on the hard ridge of his cock through your thin bathing suits. It felt so good—the hot, hard length of him pressing between your folds and rubbing so perfectly against your clit—that you finally pulled away from his kiss with a reckless moan.

"Oh, does that feel good, sunshine?" Steve asked, his voice teasing and mocking even through the huskiness of his own lust. While you gasped for air, he pressed heated kisses to the underside of your jaw and down the line of your neck. "Do you think my cock will feel even better when it's inside you?"

A needy, ravenous shiver skated down your spine and you let out an impatient snarl as you carded your fingers in the hair at the back of Steve's head, pulling him back from your neck so you could glare directly into his infuriating, gorgeous eyes.

"Shut up and fuck me already, golden boy," you bit out through snapping teeth, refusing to acknowledge just how desperate you were for him already, your pussy slippery and throbbing with need. "Or are you gonna make me do all the work myself?"

Something dangerous and hot flashed in Steve's eyes, his mouth twisting into a feral smirk, but he didn't move right away like you expected him to after your vicious provocation. Instead, he let you languish in the breathless moment, waiting to see what he would do.

"Oh sunshine, you really have no idea what you do to me, do you?" he rumbled, but didn't stop to let you answer before continuing, his eyes growing impossibly dark as his pupils blew wide, eclipsing the blue of his irises. "If you did, you wouldn't keep pushing me the way you do."

You didn’t know what he was talking about, so you resorted to taunting him. Rolling your eyes, you only had enough time to scoff out an "Oh please," before, suddenly, Steve was moving. 

You let out a startled little yelp as he stood, maneuvering your body deftly as he pried you away from his chest and spun you around beneath the churning water of the hot tub.

In a matter of seconds, Steve had you bent over, your knees planted on the bench, upper body hanging over the edge. It felt like you were about to topple out of the warm water entirely, and you were so off-balance that you might’ve, if not for the tight way Steve held onto your hips. 

You pushed yourself up, not fighting against Steve’s hold but wanting to sink further into him. Your shoulders collided with Steve’s chest, and he held you tightly against him, one arm banding around your waist. His other hand trailed up the center of your body, tugging the top of your bathing suit down until your tits popped free. 

You gasped as the cold air and icy snowflakes brushed over your heated skin. It was such a contrast from the warm water swirling around your thighs that your nipples peaked immediately. Throwing your head back against his shoulder, you arched your spine, offering yourself up to Steve’s touch—and he happily took everything you had to give.

He groped you brazenly on the deck of the chalet, and you were thankful that there wasn't any chance of the two of you being caught. You both faced the mountains, only the snow and darkness a witness to the obscene way your body shuddered beneath Steve’s rough handling of your tits.

His big hands kneaded your soft flesh, deft fingers pinching and plucking your nipples until you were moaning wantonly and grinding your ass back against his cock. As much as you enjoyed feeling him play with your tits, you hoped to urge him along until he was sliding himself inside you.

"God, I've dreamed of these tits for years, sunshine," Steve groaned in your ear, hanging his head over your shoulder so he could watch himself play with your nipples. "Knew I shouldn’t…You're my best friend's little sister, you should be off limits, but I couldn't fucking help myself."

"Steve," you cried, as much from his confession as the zings of pleasure tingling down your spine at the way he teased your tightened peaks so ruthlessly. 

The possibility that Steve had yearned for you just as long as you’d ached for him was too much to comprehend in that moment. It hurt just as much as it made you happy, and you didn’t have the capacity for the conflicting emotions. You just wanted more sensation—you wanted more of him. 

"Please, Steve,” you whimpered, squirming more insistently against his cock. You tried to reach between your bodies, to skate your palm down the firm line of his cock, but he batted your hand away and laughed as he redoubled his efforts on torturing your tits.

"Do you need something, baby?" he cooed mockingly against your cheek, his laugh ghosting over your skin and making you shudder hard in his arms. "Do you need my cock, huh? Need me to pound your tight, hot pussy like you’re my own personal fuck toy and make you cum all over my dick?"

Something in your brain broke hearing your brother’s best friend murmur such filthy things in your ear, and you let out a low, helpless moan as you melted into his strong arms and hard body. It was too fucking hot hearing Steve talk to you like that, and you finally gave in to him, unable to make it difficult for him any longer.

"Yes!" you cried, driven to desperation by your need for him. Your pussy was throbbing insistently between your thighs, and your nipples ached from his attention—and you still needed more. You needed him inside you so badly, you couldn’t think, could only beg. "Please, Steve,” you sobbed. “Please fuck me." 

Gentler than you expected, Steve kissed the tears spilling onto your cheeks, one hand collaring your throat just beneath your jaw so he could keep your face turned to the side for him. With the other, he shoved his swim trunks down and pulled the gusset of your bathing suit to the side. 

Before he could slide inside and put you out of your misery, though, Steve paused. Staring deep into your eyes, his voice turned serious as he spoke.

"I've been tested, I'm all good—are you on birth control, baby?" 

Steve's question swam in your mind for a moment before you could make sense of the words. When you did, a glimmer of gratefulness took root in your ribs, but you were too far gone to appreciate his thoughtfulness. Not when you were so close to getting what you most desperately wanted. So all you did was nod frantically.

"I'm on birth control, I got tested, I’m clear. I want to feel you bare, Steve, please," you babbled, your words tripping over each other in your haste to get them out, making you sound almost incoherent. "Fuck me raw, please, please, please, please.”

“That’s my good girl,” Steve groaned, his praise washing over you and warming you from the inside out. “Such a good fuck toy, telling me what you want and that you’re safe.” He pressed a kiss to your ravaged lips and you took it as the reward it was.

A pleased smile bloomed on your face even as your pussy clenched at the degrading name he called you. You never would’ve expected Steve to have such a filthy mouth, but you fucking loved it. And you were about to tease him for it, but then he was notching the head of his cock at your entrance and starting to push inside. 

"Oh fuck, baby,” he swore when your tight heat enveloped the tip of his cock. Burying his face against your neck, his hot mouth pressed to your thrumming pulse so you could feel his words burrow beneath your skin and fizzle through your bloodstream. “You feel better than I ever imagined. So tight you’re choking my dick, and so fucking warm—”

Steve cut himself off on a strangled grunt as he pushed deeper, your slick cunt clasping his hard shaft, enticing him further into your body. You sucked in a sharp breath, reveling in the way his hot, hard length was stretching you open, making room for himself in the most intimate part of your body.

“Ya like that, sunshine?” Steve rumbled against your ear, pausing long enough to bite the corner of your jaw and drag another pleasured cry from your lips. “You like the feel of my dick splitting you open, huh? Claiming this cunt like I fucking own it?” 

Steve’s voice was so rough and furious, you barely recognized it, but it was so hot—what he was saying and the tenor of his lust reverberating through your chest—that you never wanted him to stop. You didn’t have the breath to tell him to keep going, but somehow he knew, and he even upped the ante of the filthy things he was saying.

“Tell me how good it feels, sunshine,” Steve growled in your ear. “Tell me my cock feels better than anything you’ve ever had—tell me this pussy is all mine because no one’ll ever feel as good as I do inside you.”

If it weren’t for the fact that your brain was broken from how good Steve’s dick felt inside you, pushing deeper and deeper into your tight heat, until your entire being was focused on the feel of him, you might’ve bitten out some scathing reply about his possessiveness. But instead, it just ratcheted your need higher than you’d ever felt.

"Yuh huh, yuh huh," you babbled, your lips forming words before you could think them through—because Steve had already fucked you dumb on his cock and he hadn’t even started fucking you yet. “Feels sooo good, Steve. Feels like I was made for you—I was made to be fucked by you.”

“That’s fucking right,” Steve seethed, surging forward until he was almost entirely buried in your body. “You were made to be mine. My good girl, my fuck toy, mine—all fucking mine. Fuck, oh god, fuck." 

A litany of curses and obscene sounds of pleasure poured from Steve's mouth unbidden, and it was all you could do to join him, even as the air was knocked from your lungs by the exquisite feeling of his cock shoving into your cunt. He was almost there…just a little more.

When Steve finally bottomed out, his hips pressing flush against your ass, you felt overcome with relief, like you’d been waiting for years and finally—finally—you were right where you were supposed to be. You sucked in a deep breath of air and melted into Steve’s embrace as you exhaled. 

Your body sagged forward until you were hanging over the lip of the hot tub, and Steve followed you down. His hand stayed collared around your throat and his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades as his chest heaved and heavy breaths puffed against your spine. 

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, basking in the feeling of being joined together so intimately and wrapped up in each other. Then Steve’s hand gripped your neck firmly, his other palm skimming down your side to anchor in the curve of your waist. 

"You ready, baby?" he asked in a voice so rough, it sounded like the growl of a snow plow on an icy road. 

"Just fuck me already, Steve," you whined weakly, putting up a fight with words even as your body fully submitted to Steve’s domination. But you weren’t paying as close attention to what you were saying as you should’ve, letting your true feelings for him slip through. "How many times do I have to beg—I want this, I've wanted you for years. Please!”

Steve’s reaction to your confession was instantaneous, his fingers digging into the sides of your throat, holding you tight enough to cut off any other provoking words you might utter. He growled a wordless, desperate vibration in your ear, sounding like he was unraveling—and yet he still held you like you were something precious.

Then, Steve's strong arms and powerful body shoved you forward, so your hips were pinned against the lip of the hot tub. The movement pushed your ass up out of the water and Steve lifted one of his feet onto the bench, giving him the leverage he needed to fuck you. 

"You've done it now, sunshine," Steve rumbled in your ear, pulling back until only the tip of him remained inside your grasping channel before surging forward and pounding into you hard.

All you could do was sit there and take it, a sound of pleasure bursting from your lips as your hot breath puffed into the midnight mountain air. You were pinned completely by Steve, unable to move—and you’d never been happier. You clung to the arm wedged between your tits, holding him tight while he lightly choked you and thrust into you again.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard and so deep, you'll be feeling me in your cunt for fucking days, sunshine,” Steve seethed, his bared teeth pressed to your cheek so you could feel his feverish lust and desire on your skin. “And you're gonna take everything I give you with a smile and a 'thank you, sir.' Do you hear me?"

He punctuated his question with another rough slam of his hips, the sharp smacking sound of his skin against yours sounding loud in the quiet night. Thankfully, the snow blanketing the chalet muffled the obscene sounds of your fucking, swallowing them up in the darkness.

So you didn’t worry about staying quiet when your mouth fell open, intending to respond, only to discover you couldn't. Your breath was stolen by the delicious ruination Steve was delivering unto your body, and all the words you might've said fled from your lips.

"I said, ‘Do you fucking hear me,’ baby?” Steve demanded, slowing his thrusts and loosening the tight grip he held on your throat enough for you to answer. You’d never been more eager to give him what he wanted.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir—thank you so much, sir," you babbled, unable to say anything else.

Steve huffed an all-too-self-satisfied chuckle, murmuring a patronizing, "Good girl," before his fingers tightened around your throat again and he resumed his brutal, punishing strokes. 

He choked you tenderly as he fucked you hard and fast, pounding into you until you were nothing but sensation—pleasure and pain riding you so hard you went cross-eyed staring out into the snowy mountain night. His cock was thick and hot, thrusting so deep it felt like he reached the very end of you, claiming your body as his territory. 

And your body was only too happy to be his, your pussy making the most indecent sounds as your inner walls gripped tight around his hardness. You could hear the obscene wet slaps of Steve’s cock hammering your cunt, and it only made you hotter, made you gush with more desire, until the sounds of your sopping pussy being fucked were loud in your ears.

Your pleasure ratcheted higher, until it was almost too much. Then, when you were teetering on the edge, Steve’s hand slipped from your hip to between your thighs. He rubbed your clit with a merciless determination you didn't know he possessed, shoving you right over the cliff of your pleasure. 

You let out a shattered, muffled scream as you came apart at the seams. Your entire vision went white and your throat went dry as all your muscles seized. All you knew, all you were, was blistering pleasure. And you came harder than you ever had in your entire life.

"That's it, baby, cum all over my cock,” Steve rumbled in your ear, tethering you back to earth as he fucked you through your release. “Be a good girl and give it to me, milk my dick with that tight cunt, suck my cock deeper into that greedy pussy.”

All you could do was exactly as he said, your body shaking, your pussy pulsing around his hard length. You were so far gone, it took you a moment to realize you were letting out desperate little gasps and whines, his hand having loosened on your throat so your sounds of pleasure could spill freely from your lips.

Steve pressed his feral grin against your cheek, thrusts falling out of rhythm as he chased his release in your body. “You want my cum, sunshine?” he muttered against your skin. “Want me to fill you up so deep that you'll be dripping my cum down your thighs for days, huh?"

"Yes, please, sir," you rasped, your voice ragged from pleasure. You didn’t think, just answered him honestly, baring your soul for him in a way you never would have before. "Mark me, claim me—my pussy is yours, Steve. I’m all yours.”

"Oh fuck—fuck, baby," Steve groaned like he was overcome by your admission. He thrust hard into your cunt and began grinding deep, enjoying the way your inner walls rippled and sucked his hard length like your body was trying to pull him deeper. "Who do you belong to—say it again, sunshine."

"You, sir," you gasped, and when he bit out an unhappy sound through clenched teeth, you went on, babbling, "My body, my heart, my soul belongs to Steven Grant Rogers."

"Fucking right—that’s my fucking girl,” Steve growled, the words so righteous and satisfied that your heart thumped in your chest. “You’re all mine, just like I’m all yours, sunshine,” he rumbled right before sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder and exploding inside you. 

Steve's big body shuddered and pinned you hard to the edge of the hot tub, his hand around your throat bracing you against his chest while he fucked you full of his cum, his hips grinding so deep in your cunt that it set off another, smaller release in your body. 

You moaned as you came right along with him, dizzy from his confession that had so quickly followed yours. You were his—a truth you’d known a long time—but he was yours too. It almost seemed too good to be true, but then Steve repeated it.

“You own me, body and soul, baby,” Steve murmured, pressing kisses to your cheek, your chin, the corner of your mouth, anywhere he could reach. “You hold my heart in the palm of your hands, sunshine. Be gentle with me.”

The weight of his words settled deep in your heart and you smiled, a true, joyful smile before turning your head and capturing Steve’s mouth in a kiss. It was so much softer and sweeter than the first one you’d shared. 

The battle between you was over. You’d laid yourselves bare and been accepted, flaws and all, and all that was left was to rejoice. So you reveled in Steve’s kiss, in the simple pleasure of being open and honest together.

For long, languid moments, you hung suspended in time, your body so disgustingly sated that all you could do was let out a contented sigh and keep kissing Steve, the corners of your mouth curling up with a smile. He huffed a soft laugh against your lips, winding down the kiss until he pulled away.

Steve looked so deliciously wrecked, his blond hair mussed, his cheeks an adorable shade of pink and his mouth looking so plump from your kisses that it made you want to ruin him more. At that thought, your pussy throbbed with renewed lust around Steve’s softening cock, and you had to hide a smile in your shoulder when his dick gave an answering twitch.

"You gonna take me back to your room so we can do that again, golden boy?" you tried to snark at Steve, but your voice was too breathless for the comment to have much of heat. Instead, you came off sounding desperate, though it was worth it from the way his eyes sharpened on your face.

Steve captured your mouth in a searing, conquering kiss, only pulling away when you’d melted back into submission—though you both knew it wouldn't last for long. Even if you were done hiding your feelings from Steve, that didn’t mean you were going to stop provoking him, especially when it led to such delicious consequences.

"First, tell me one thing, sunshine—admit it was good."

Steve looked so serious, like your answer really meant something to him, that you knew you couldn’t lie. But you could still play with him, just a little bit, right?

So you heaved a beleaguered sigh, making a show of thinking about it, drawing out the moment to annoy him. But when you caught Steve's eye over your shoulder and found a little furrow of unease forming between his brows, you knocked it off and gave him a shy smile. 

"It was better than good," you confessed in a whisper, so only Steve and the cold, mountain night were witness to your admission.

The uncertainty cleared from Steve’s face immediately, and his mouth broke out in a broad, self-satisfied grin. You couldn't help yourself, your smile turning impish, the only warning of what was to come out of your mouth. 

"It was a spectacular performance, golden boy,” you teased, delight sparking in your belly when Steve’s eyes darkened with lust at the nickname. “But I think I need a repeat before I can determine whether it was a one-off or not."

Steve's laugh was loud and incredulous, bouncing off the mountains and filling your heart with joy. He shook his head at you as he helped you up off the lip of the hot tub.

“You’re a menace, sunshine,” he growled, but there was no heat to his words, only the warmth of affection. 

With his arms wrapped around your waist to keep your bodies connected, his cock staying nice and warm in the heat of your cunt, Steve sat down on the bench of the hot tub, gathering you up in his lap and holding you close. 

Before he could kiss you, you giggled, your hands cupping his handsome face. “But I’m your menace.” 

“Damn, right,” Steve muttered moments before kissing you. 

It was slower and sweeter than ever before and you let a soft moan slip from your lips as you melted into Steve’s arms, savoring his kiss and the warmth of the hot tub.

When he finally pulled away, Steve stared deep into your eyes, all his affection for you etched into every line of his face. You stared at him with your own expression open, so he could see how much you adored him right back. 

"Don't you worry, sunshine,” Steve murmured, his thumb stroking reverently over the curves of your face, like he was committing it to memory. “I’ll give you as many repeat performances as it'll take for you to understand just how good I am for you.”

Although his words sounded like a dare, Steve said them so sweetly, they sounded like a promise—one that had your heart thudding harder in your chest. Unable to stop yourself, you beamed at him.

"Prove it, golden boy," you challenged, your voice husky with need, as you began grinding your ass on his lap and clenching your cunt around his cock. 

Steve went a little cross-eyed and he let out a tortured groan. You used his distraction to give him one more kiss, then slipped off his cock—feeling more than a little bereft without the hot, hard length of him inside you—and clamored out of the hot tub. 

On trembling legs, you darted toward the chalet, intent on your next time with Steve being in a bed. Just as you were flinging open the sliding door of the deck, you heard water sloshing as Steve launched himself into pursuit.

In seconds, Steve was hot on your heels, chasing you through the chalet and up to his room, where the two of you fell into bed. You were still slick with his cum and your renewed desire, and he buried his dick deep in your cunt with one stroke, setting a brutal pace as he murmured sweet words in your ear about how good you felt on his cock.

For the rest of the night, he proved to you just how perfect he was and by the time dawn broke over the mountains, you were utterly and irrevocably gone for him. You fell asleep entwined together, Steve’s cock still buried in your pussy, right where he was always meant to be.

From that night on, your heart belonged to the golden boy you’d antagonized for so many years, and he went to great lengths to keep it safe and prove he was deserving of your devotion. As if that wasn’t enough, he gave you his heart in return.

Steve Rogers was all yours—and you cherished him for the rest of your life.

He was an old army friend of your father's, and the only person you or anyone in your family knew in Pittsburgh. So when you’d arrived in the city, you’d reached out and met for coffee. He’d made it clear that if you ever needed anything, you could call him.

But he was so much older than you, and he was busy with his job as an ER attending, so you hadn’t wanted to bother him with something as silly as needing a friend. Still, he checked in from time to time, making sure you were well. 

If your phone wasn’t dead, you might’ve texted Jack about losing power. He would know what to do—he wouldn’t let you freeze to death in your apartment.

A loud banging on the front door dragged you forcefully out of your morose thoughts with a surprised start. For a second, you blinked dazedly on the door, but when the banging began anew, you quickly unearthed yourself from your pile of blankets and darted across the living room to open the door.

Somehow, Dr. Jack Abbot was on the other side, your knight in shining snow gear. 

You blinked incredulously at him, wondering dazedly if you'd somehow conjured him from thin air in your own desperation. Or maybe you'd fallen asleep and were dreaming. 

You tried to pinch yourself but it was too difficult through your many layers of clothes. So you resigned yourself to trying to act normal in front of your father’s very capable, and very handsome, friend who had clearly showed up to save you.

"Dr. Abbot—hi." You couldn’t hide your surprise, but it didn’t seem to phase Jack.

Instead of responding right away, he glanced over your shoulder, his eyes doing a quick sweep of your living room as if he was assessing the scene. 

You'd tacked up blankets to cover your windows and keep the cold air out, and closed all the doors to trap the heat in your living room. You’d also lit a few emergency candles he'd recommended you to buy before a storm last fall, but you were trying to conserve them since you didn’t know how long the power would be out. 

"Can I come in?" Jack asked when his attention returned to you. His voice was low and raspy, and it had been so long since you heard it that you forgot how it affected you, sending a little shiver of interest down your spine.

Your shoulders trembled, and you were briefly thankful for the cold because it meant you could chalk up the movement to the chill in your apartment rather than your little crush on your father’s friend. 

Shaking the cobwebs from your head, you stepped aside and opened the door wider. “Yeah, come in, please,” you said, welcoming Jack into your modest little home, where you’d barely begun decorating.

Jack ambled into living room, and it was only then that you noticed the big bag he carried. As you watched him, he kneeled down with a slight wince—you remembered belatedly that he had a prosthetic—and started to unpack it. 

"I brought you some portable space heaters, and a small generator to charge your phone," Jack said, explaining how they worked, and unloading another, smaller bag full of brand new batteries. “I got worried when you didn’t text me back, figured this was why.” 

Something warm and fuzzy squirmed in your chest at the thought of Jack worrying over you. It was…nice that he cared enough to check on you in person and bring over all the essentials you should’ve thought to buy before the historic storm hit Pittsburgh.

“Thank you, Jack,” you murmured softly, still standing by the front door. 

He grunted in acknowledgement and continued setting up the space heaters and generator, demonstrating how they worked and explaining to you how to best conserve the power. 

When he was done, he stood and turned toward you, and you were struck all over again by just how handsome and capable he was. His hazel eyes were sharp, but warm, so that you never felt judged by the older man. And he was sporting some delicious looking scruff on his jaw, enough to make you wonder what it’d feel like against your cheek.

"If you need anything else, you call me, alright?" Jack said, drawing you back into the moment, his voice gentle but firm. 

You nodded dumbly, not knowing what else to say. Then, before you could think better of it, you flung yourself at Jack, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his shoulder. It was difficult to hug him tight through all your layers of clothes and his snow gear, but you clung to him as tightly as you could.

Jack stiffened when you hugged him, like he didn’t know how to react, but after a moment, he relaxed and looped his arms around your waist. He hugged you back and let out a soft sigh, like he needed the embrace just as much as you did.

Suddenly, you couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving. Even though he’d only been in your apartment for a few minutes, you didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts and the cold and the darkness again.

"Will you stay?" you asked before you could talk yourself out of it. Your voice was small and quiet, muffled by the fabric of his coat that your face was buried in, but you were proud of yourself for asking. 

Jack tensed, his arms squeezing you momentarily tighter before loosening until you thought he might let you go. You held on to him tighter. “You’re sure you want me to stay?" he asked uncertainly.

"I...I don't want to be alone," you admitted, lifting your head from his shoulder so he could see the honesty in your eyes. "Please."

Jack tightened his arms around you and said, "Okay." He held you for another moment longer before gently pulling away. The two of you made your way over to your couch, where you pushed your blankets aside enough for him to sit. 

He shed his coat and lay it over the arm of the couch before sitting down heavily. Reaching down to his leg, he massaged the place where his leg must’ve met his prosthetic before giving you with a sheepish look. You urged him to get comfortable while you darted into the kitchen to make some tea. Thankfully the gas stove was still working.

When you returned with two steaming mugs of tea, Jack had pulled off his boots and his prosthetic, and he was leaned back against the couch cushions, resting his eyes. You made a sound to let him know you were there, then passed him a mug before sitting down beside him.

The space heaters were beginning to warm the room, but it was still frigid and you clutched your mug tightly as you chatted with Jack, catching him up on your life since last you’d seen each other. He shared some stories from the ER, and before you knew it, your mug was empty. 

You set it down on the coffee table and scooted closer to Jack. “I’m still cold,” you explained, gesturing to the smaller space between your bodies. “Do you mind if I…?” 

Jack gave a surprised little rumble, but he set his empty mug aside and lifted his arm. “No, I don’t mind—c’mere.” 

Immediately, you cuddled into his side, tucking your thickest blanket around your shoulders while you snuggled deeper into him. His arm curled around your back and you sighed happily, your head resting on his shoulder.

Closing your eyes you basked in the warmth Jack radiated, like he was your own personal space heater. It had been so long since you’d been really, truly warm and you snuggled closer. Nosing beneath the collar of his sweatshirt, you pressed your face to the warm, weathered skin of his neck, reveling in the delicious heat you found there.

"Cold nose, cold nose," Jack murmured, squirming a little, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, he tugged you closer, wrapping his other arm around your waist, and pulling you tighter against his body.

You mumbled a mostly unrepentant “Sorry" into his skin and shifted your face so your nose was buried deeper into the crook of his neck. He smelled so good—like fresh wintry air and soap—and he was so warm, you couldn’t help but try to soak up more of his heat.

"You trying to burrow beneath my clothes like a bunny?" Jack teased, huffing an almost incredulous laugh.

"You're just so warm," you whined softly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at how pathetic you sounded, but still not wanting to pull away.

Jack made a sound, deep in his chest, like he was pleased, but then he was pulling away, even as you grumbled discontentedly.

"Hang on," Jack said, extricating himself from you and leaning forward. He reached behind his back and yanked his sweatshirt up over his head, leaving him in a thin, white undershirt.

When he leaned back, you dove into him, wrapping yourself around his torso and tugging him closer. You managed to lose your balance somehow, and accidentally yanked him down on top of you. 

You ended up with you stretched out on the couch, Jack laying on top of you like your own personal weighted, heated blanket—with even more blankets on top of you both.

"Is this okay?" Jack asked softly in your ear, shifting to the side so his weight wasn't crushing you. The movement trapped you between his body and the back of the couch, which was exactly where you wanted to be, so you sighed blissfuly.

"So good," you murmured, a little drunk on the heat after feeling cold for so long. Your hands skimmed down Jack's sides and slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, pressing into his warm skin.

"Jesus, bunny," Jack cursed, his body jerking above yours, his knee slipping between your legs. "Warn a guy next time,” he muttered, but didn’t sound angry.

"Sorry, Jack," you mumbled, turning your head and giving him your best apologetic look. "I just haven't felt this warm all day."

Jack's expression softened at your admission. "I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner, sweetheart. I was checking in at the hospital." His hand cupped your face, thumb stroking over your still chilly skin. 

"S'ok, you're here now," you said, nuzzling into his calloused hand. You looked up at him hovering over you with big eyes and Jack sucked in a sharp breath.

The room crackled with an electric kind of tension and, all over again, you were struck by how attractive Jack Abbot was. If you were honest with yourself, you’d had a crush on the older man since you first met him for coffee all those months ago, and you’d tried to keep your distance because you were sure he’d never think of you in that way.

But the way Jack's eyes were darkening, his gaze dropping down to your lips, it became suddenly clear that if he didn’t think of you like that before, he certainly did now. He looked like a man who wanted to kiss you—and you so badly wanted him to kiss you.

"Don't look at me like that, bunny," Jack rasped, his voice lower and more gravelly than you'd ever heard it, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. 

You really loved his voice. 

"Like what?" you asked all innocently, even though you had a pretty good idea of how you were looking at him. So you turned it right around on him. "You stop looking at me like that, Jack.”

You didn’t think it was possible, but Jack’s eyes darkened even further, the pupil blowing wide and blotting out the warm brown of his irises. He let out a frustrated little growl, glancing down at your mouth again, and you clutched him tighter, begging him wordlessly to put you both out of your misery. 

"Fuck it," Jack bit out, his self-control finally snapping. Then his mouth was on yours and he was kissing you like a man starved for sustenance and the only place he could get it was from your lips. 

You moaned at the rasp of his stubble against our skin and pulled him closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. When he accepted your offer and slipped his tongue past your lips, you welcomed him happily, swallowing his groan as he took possession of your mouth.

The kiss grew heated at a dizzying pace, your body beginning to writhe beneath his as your need bloomed hotter and brighter in your core. Hooking one knee over his hip, you ground against his thick thigh between your legs, your kiss growing messy and frantic.

However, there were too many layers of clothes between your heated core and the hard muscle of his thigh, and you pulled away with a frustrated whine.

"Jack!"

"Shh, don't worry, bunny, I got you," he murmured, kissing your cheek and jaw. His hand slipped beneath the layers of leggings and sweatpants you wore, his fingers pushing into your panties and finding your slick heat. "Fuck, is this all for me, sweetheart?"

"Y-yes, Jack, all for you," you mewled, your hips bucking up into his touch, a loud moan falling from your lips when he circled your slippery clit. "Oh my god, I need—please!"

"I know, I know, bunny, I'm gonna take good care of you," Jack promised, sliding a finger into your tight channel. He pumped inside you a few times in the tight confines of your panties, before adding a second, then a third. "Too much?"

"No no no that's sooo good," you moaned, grabbing Jack's face and kissing him hungrily while he fucked you with his fingers. You rocked your hips, bearing down on the feeling of him buried inside you.

"That's it, be a good bunny and hump my hand," Jack groaned against your lips, meeting your hips thrust for thrust with his fingers. "Christ, you feel so good sweetheart, so wet and warm—fuck, we shouldn't be doing this."

You could hear the glimmer of guilt in his voice and a spike of panic threaded through your heart. You clung to him with your entire body, hands clutching his face, thigh hooked high on his hip, your pussy squeezing his fingers. He couldn’t pull away—he couldn’t.

"Don't stop, Jack, don't you dare stop," you cried, your pleasure winding tight in your body. “Please!”

He made a rough sound, low in his throat, but he didn’t stop. When your eyes met his, the possessiveness in his gaze stole the breath from your lungs and sent you hurtling toward your release.

“You like getting finger-fucked by an old man, bunny?” Jack asked, his eyes hot and intent on your face, like his question wasn’t simple dirty talk and your answer meant something to him.

Your skin was damp with a thin layer of sweat, and you were close, but you answered him the only way you knew how—with the truth. “Nooo, I like getting finger-fucked by you, Jack,” you told him, staring deep into his eyes as you panted harder for him.

Something flashed in Jack’s eyes, something vulnerable, and you pulled him close for a ravaging kiss. As his lips devoured yours, he changed the angle of his hand so the flesh of his palm was grinding against your clit. Your tore away from him, to cry out.

"Oh god, right there—please, please, please, Jack!”

"Good girl, cum all over my fingers, bunny, give it to me," he growled against your cheek, his scruff rasping over your soft skin. It was all too much, too good, you were lost. 

You came on Jack’s hand with a sharp cry, your spine arching up off the couch and your fingers digging into the soft, silver curls at the nape of his neck. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, and Jack helped you ride them, grinding his palm against your clit as stars burst behind your eyes.

When you finally came down from the peak of your release, Jack eased his hand from your panties and brought his fingers to his mouth. He licked your wetness from his skin, groaning in delight, and you suddenly had the urge to shove him down between your thighs, so he could taste you straight from the source. 

Jack’s eyes found yours, and you could tell by the way the corner of his mouth flickered into a smirk that he had an idea of what you were thinking. His expression promised he’d be getting his mouth on your pussy sometime soon. 

But then your shoulders trembled as the chill of your apartment snaked its way beneath the fort of blankets you’d build on the couch, and Jack’s expression shifted to concern. He gathered you up in his arms, pulling the blankets higher over your bodies and rearranged you until your back was to his chest, his hard cock nestled against your ass.

"What about you?" you asked in a soft voice, wiggling your ass experimentally. It was toasty warm beneath the blankets, and you wouldn’t have minded if he wanted some help taking care of his arousal. 

But Jack just groaned like he was being tortured and tucked you tighter against his body. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart, just get some sleep,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to your cheek before settling his head on the pillow behind yours.

“What about later?” you asked, refusing to let the subject lie. A part of you worried that once you fell asleep, Jack would disappear—or once you woke up, he’d insist you pretend like nothing ever happened between the two of you. And you couldn’t bear it. “Jack?”

“When the heat comes back on,” Jack rumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “You can have anything you want, bunny. Anything. Including my cock.”

His low, raspy voice was thick with promise, and it soothed the fear that had burrowed deep in your heart. You let out a soft, contented sigh and finally settled into his arms, letting Jack’s heat keep you warm. 

You were no longer cold, miserable or scared. You were happy, and excited for the power to be restored so that you could finally have all of Dr. Jack Abbot to yourself. You fell asleep thinking about all the things you’d do when the heat came back on.

Leaving your patient who’d gotten banged up on a sled with Dr. Santos, you beelined for Robby and grabbed his arm, tugging him away from the others while Dana glared daggers at the attending from over the top of her glasses.

"Meet me in the break room in five minutes," you whispered, eyes darting around to make sure no one could overhear your conversation. Thankfully, The Pitt was a flurry of activity, and no one had the time or attention to spare on you and Robby.

The day shift attending’s entire body tensed, and you didn’t know how that was possible when he was already wound so tight. Just from the shift in his demeanor, though, you could tell he was going to blow you off, so you tugged him closer, your lips nearly brushing his ear.

"If I don't get your dick inside me in five minutes, I'm going to lose my mind." 

Your words were bitten off, and a little harsh, but they did the trick. 

Five minutes later, Robby crowded you into the corner of the break room, toward the counter and cabinets where someone might throw together a quick lunch. The room was bathed in dark shadows, the backup generator being used to illuminate more important rooms of the hospital. 

"You're such a slut, you know that, sweetheart?" Robby growled, turning you around and pressing your hips into the counter. "We're in the middle of a power outage during the biggest snowstorm Pittsburgh's seen in years, and all you can think about is getting my dick inside you."

"Yeah, I am a slut," you shot back over your shoulder, bracing your hands on the counter and pushing up onto your tiptoes. You rubbed your ass shamelessly against his cock, which was already thick in his scrubs. "And you fucking love it, doctor—love that I'm your personal cock sleeve, always eager to have you buried balls-deep in my tight little cunt."

"Jesus—fuck," Robby cursed, his forehead falling to your shoulder like he was overcome. But his stillness only lasted a moment. Then his big hands were shoving your scrubs and panties down around your thighs, before pushing down his own. 

You felt the hot, heavy length of him press against your ass, then the brush of his knuckles as he tugged himself to full hardness. All the while, you tried to stay quiet as wetness gathered between your folds, your body eager for him to slide home.

"This is gonna be quick, sweetheart, 'm not gonna last long," Robby muttered, using his free hand to shove two fingers in your dripping hole and stretch you for him. 

You gasped at the blunt intrusion, spreading your thighs as wide as you could and arching your back obscenely as Robby fingerfucked you open from behind. He was being rough and careless, even as he tried to prepare you for his cock. But you didn’t bring him into the break room for this—you were prepared enough.

"Just gimme your dick, doctor,” you whined, tossing a heated look over your shoulder. You caught Robby’s eye in the darkness of the room, his gaze gleaming with hunger for your body. “I want you inside me. Now.”

"Such a demanding, needy little slut," Robby muttered under his breath, pumping his fingers deep into your cunt and twisting them to stroke against that spot inside that had you turning into a whining, whimpering mess. “You want my cock? You’re gonna have to cum first, sweetheart.”

Robby worked your body like a master, and you were weak for him, giving him what he wanted in no time at all.

Within just a few seconds, you were coming all over his fingers, his mouth capturing yours in a devouring kiss to keep you quiet. Your moans were muffled by his ravenous mouth and rough beard, Robby groaning in return as your cunt squeezed his fingers tight. 

Before you’d even finished coming, Robby was pulling his fingers free, and you could tell by the slick sounds of him stroking his cock, he was using your wetness to coat the hard length of himself. Then the blunt head was sliding through your slippery folds and you moaned weakly for him, pushing your ass out in offering.

The thick tip of Robby’s cock pushed into your tight pussy and both of you groaned in relief, the sounds low and animalistic in the dark of the break room. For a brief moment, you stayed like that, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies and the familiarity of it. 

Then Robby’s big, capable hands grabbed your hips and he slammed his cock home inside your cunt, letting out a loud grunt right next to your ear when he felt your tight warmth wrap around the entirety of his thick shaft.

Meanwhile, you had to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the scream of taking Robby’s cock all at once. Despite coming on his fingers, you weren’t quite wet or stretched enough to take him easily, but the pain-edged pleasure was enough to send you hurtling toward a second release in no time. 

In fact, you relished the burning sting of his thick cock stretching you open and forcefully making room inside your body for his thick girth. You knew it meant you'd be feeling him for hours, and that thought alone had more wetness gathering between your thighs and easing the slide of him inside your tight channel.

“That’s my girl, fucking take it, sweetheart,” Robby growled against your cheek, his coarse beard rasping against your skin. He pulled out halfway before yanking your hips back, fucking you on his dick. "Take my cock in this slutty fucking cunt. You were made for this, made to take my cock and make feel good, isn't that right, baby?”

"Yes, yes, I'm your fuck toy, doctor—your cock sleeve, your cum dump," you babbled, knowing Robby loved it when you degraded yourself for him. You were rewarded with even more pleasure, your head hazy and heavy with every thrust of his cock deep in your cunt. "Fuck me, Robby, pound my cunt, I need it so bad. Need you to punish me for being such a needy slut for you.”

"That's fucking right," Robby rumbled, giving you a particularly brutal thrust then pressing his hips flush against your ass. He stayed there for only a moment before he was pulling back and snapping his hips forward with even more force and unrestrained power. “You deserve this—deserve to be used like my own personal fleshlight until I cum in your filthy fucking hole.”

The unrelenting dirtiness of Robby’s words stole the breath from your lungs and any response you might’ve had fled your lips while he kept pounding you against the counter. All you could do was cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your obscene moans, pressing your cheek against the cabinets to brace yourself for Robby’s harsh fucking.

It seemed he was done with dirty talk, too, as he lost himself in you, fucking you with abandon while he buried his face in your shoulder, biting down through your scrubs to keep quiet. He braced his forearm on the cabinets beside your head, while his other hand dove between your thighs, rubbing your clit ruthlessly.

"Cum on my dick, sweetheart,” Robby rasped in your ear, sounding desperate and so close to the edge, you felt like you could lick his pleasure from his lips. “Let me feel this slutty pussy gush all over my fat cock before I fill you up with so much cum, you’ll be leaking with my seed for hours.”

It was too much—his dirty words, his fingers on your clit, his heavy cock in your cunt. You were lost to the pleasure he so roughly offered you, and as the tension that had been winding tight in your body snapped, you came hard. With the last rational thought in your mind, you pressed your face into Robby's arm, muffling your piercing scream by biting his bicep through his sweatshirt. 

As your body clamped down on his thick cock, Robby grunted his own pleasure and he followed you over the edge, his hips slapping brutally against your as he rutted into you wildly. His teeth sank into your shoulder and he gave a feral groan as he came, his cock twitching as he emptied himself in your hole.

"Fuck—fuck," he huffed into your neck, catching his breath as he continued lazily pumping into you. "Jesus," he muttered on a deep exhale, wrapping you up in his arms and pressing a kiss to the side of your head, holding you tight to quell the shiver of satisfied pleasure that raced down your spine. "You always know exactly what I need, don't you, baby?”

At that, you couldn't help but giggle, the sound husky as it fell from your pleasure-drunk mouth. Turning your head, you cupped Robby's bearded cheek in your hand and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. You knew you’d picked the perfect time to step in and pull him away to blow off some steam, but it was nice to hear him confirm it.

“Just call me doctor stress relief,” you quipped, nuzzling your face into Robby’s beard and pressing a kiss to his jaw. He rumbled a pleased sound, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him—so you gave him a warning nip with your teeth and said firmly, “Now, go apologize to Dana. She didn't deserve to be snapped at."

"I know," Robby said, heaving a sigh and hanging his head a little. You pressed another kiss to his slightly damp forehead, smiling into his skin as he murmured an earnest, "Thank you."

"Anytime," you said, squeezing his softening cock with your inner muscles, wringing a helpless groan from the doctor at your back. He gave you half-hearted glare as he gently pulled himself from your body, which you returned with a self-satisfied smirk. 

Robby tucked his cock away, then helped you right yourself—though he spent much longer than was necessary watching his cum drip from your pussy. He pulled your scrub pants up without cleaning you thoroughly, and you knew he was going to be thinking about his cum leaking from your hole for the rest of his shift. 

When you were both done making yourselves presentable, Robby pulled you close and you shared a deep kiss before he finally pulled away, swatting your ass playfully and making you gasp. 

He left the break room first, heading back into the fray of The Pitt before you followed a few moments later. By the time you made it back to the nurse's station, Robby was giving Dana a heartfelt apology, his head hanging in remorse while she smirked at him.

On the other side of the room, Jack Abbot caught your eye. He’d come in on his day off to help out during the storm, and he’d been a godsend during the power outage, especially since it meant you could sneak away with Robby without worrying about leaving the others without an attending.

Jack’s gaze flicked from you to Robby and back to you. His hazel eyes were knowing and his mouth was twisted into an amused smirk as he gave you a subtle two thumbs up before returning to whatever he’d been doing. 

In the back of your mind, you made a mental note to check on Jack as soon as you could and see how he was doing with the stress of The Pitt during a snowstorm and power outage. He tended to bury his stress and retreat up to the roof when no one was looking, and you didn’t want your other attending to go without the relief he needed.

During an event as stressful as a power outage during a major snow storm, everyone in The Pitt had to pitch in and be a team player—and you were more than happy to serve as stress relief for the incredible doctors who kept the emergency department running.

Without tearing his too-intense gaze from your face, Bucky handed his shovel off to another staffer and strode over to you, making it look easy to move through the snow. There was a quiet, confident strength in the way he moved, like a predator stalking its prey.

Suddenly, you had a vision of Bucky as the Winter Soldier, stalking toward you with determined intent, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be fucked with such focused energy. Would Bucky torture you slowly with his cock, or would he pound into you with delicious violence? 

As quick as the thoughts slid into your mind, you shook them away, terrified that your filthy fantasies might show on your face in front of your boss. Even though you fantasized about him often, assuming your desire was one-sided, your relationship was strictly professional. 

At least, that’s what you thought.

Bucky stopped just in front of you, gently but firmly tugging your hands free from your coat pockets. He made an unhappy sound low in his throat, no doubt feeling your cold fingers even through the leather of his gloves.

He wrapped his big hands around your smaller ones, dwarfing you in his palms and carefully massaging some feeling back into your fingers. Bucky’s brows lowered over his eyes, his gaze filled with so much concern, your breath caught in your throat.

“Sunshine,” he rumbled, his voice softer, meant just for you. It was a good thing the storm was picking up, the wind howling distantly through Brooklyn and ensuring no one else heard the somewhat inappropriate nickname your boss called you. “Where are your gloves?”

“Forgot ‘em,” you mumbled, dropping your gaze and staring down at where his hands engulfed yours. Distractedly, you worried about the prickles of feeling seeping into your icy skin, but you were mostly glad to have some relief from the cold.

Bucky made another rough sound, but it was more sympathetic than chastising, and you could only watch as he lifted his hands to his mouth, blowing a hot breath between his cupped palms. Warmth—delicious, wonderful, glorious warmth—wrapped around your frigid fingers so sweetly, you let out a little moan.

Unbidden, your mind flitted between disjointed images. 

Your body clad in nothing more than Bucky’s sweater and a pair of cozy socks, his breath ghosting over your neck, sending shivers skating down your spine. His hair soft and silky between your fingers while he buried his face in your tits, mouth closing around your nipple. Your hips settled on his lap, his cock buried in your cunt, his arms like steel bands around your body. His warmth surrounding you as he held you tight.

“Sunshine.” The pet name was a low growl, slipping from Bucky’s mouth and yanking you back into the moment.

You stared up at your boss helplessly, an apology on your lips, and you watched his expression shift from uncertainty to understanding. His eyes were bright and blue as the summer sky, lust glinting like the sun and heating you from the inside out. 

In an instant, Bucky was wrapping things up on the sidewalk and urging his constituents to go back inside, the worst of the blizzard still to come that afternoon. The congressman bundled you into a car at his side, his hands never leaving yours, and when the vehicle arrived at his brownstone in the heart of Brooklyn, he whisked you inside. 

Then you were in Bucky’s arms, his lips pressing to yours, and you crashed back into your body. The heat of him was everywhere—his strong arms holding your soft body crushed against the hard lines of him, his heart beating hard beneath his ribs, his hot, hungry mouth devouring yours. 

Bucky wasted no time, peeling away the winter layers of both your clothes and leaving them in a heap, along with your boots, in the entryway of his home. Using an arm hooked around your waist, he guided you into the living room of his brownstone, collapsing onto the couch and pulling you down onto his lap, kissing all the while.

In between hushed utterings of, “I’ve wanted this for so long, sunshine,” and, “You’re all I can think about, Bucky,” the two of you undressed each other. You took the time to worship his broad shoulders, pressing delicate kisses where his prosthetic arm met his body, before pressing your nose deep between his pecs and smiling as his heart stuttered against your lips.

Before you had your fill, Bucky took over, lavishing your neck and bare shoulders with kisses, his scruffy beard dragging deliciously over your collarbone on his way lower. When he finally captured your nipple in his hot mouth, you were already wound so tightly, you could only cry out and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging him gently where you wanted him to go.

Eventually, the need in your core thrummed insistently enough that you pulled his attention away from your tits with a yank on his hair. His name spilled from your lips in a pleading whine, “Bucky, please, I need you!” 

Something inside him broke then, and he tore the rest of your clothes off in a frenzy, his joining them on the floor. 

Then he was fisting his cock in his metal hand, his warm palm resting on your hip and guiding you up onto your knees. You felt him, the tip of his cock rubbing through your slick folds, and your body gave a violent shudder of need.

“Take me, sunshine, I’m all yours,” Bucky murmured into your mouth, capturing your lips in a kiss as you impaled yourself on his cock.

He was so hot and hard inside you, so perfect, stretching you just enough to make you really feel him. All you could do was gasp into Bucky’s mouth, your fingers clinging to his shoulders while you sank down to the hilt. There, you paused, reveling in the feeling of him filling you up so exquisitely. 

“It’s even better than I imagined,” you slurred, half-drunk on pleasure. Your head was hardly able to wrap itself around the fact that this was real and not one of your many fantasies, but you clenched your body around his thick cock, reminding yourself it was very, very real.

Bucky huffed a soft laugh against your cheek, pressing a kiss to your sweat-damp skin. You could feel his pleased smile as he nuzzled close, his scruff tickling your skin and making you tremble on his lap. His arms tightened around your body, holding you close.

“Just wait, sunshine, it’s gonna get even better from here,” Bucky promised, finding your mouth and sealing it with a kiss.

And he was right. Every moment from then on was better than the one before it.

From bouncing on Bucky’s cock and crying out with pleasure, to his whispered words of praise and encouragement, to the way he groaned his pleasure when he felt you shatter apart around him. To the feeling of Bucky coming deep inside you, crushing you to his chest and kissing you hard while you caught your breath together.

Even as you came down from your high, the afternoon continued to get better—all because you were with Bucky, and the truth of your feelings were coming to light. 

Once you’d recovered, Bucky helped you clean yourselves up, giving you one of his warmest sweaters and a pair of cozy socks to wear. He helped you onto the counter of his kitchen, letting you watch while he put together a simple dinner of grilled cheese and soup. 

After, the two of you snuggled together on the couch, watching the snow continue to fall outside in the darkened Brooklyn streets. You fell asleep together, tangled together beneath the blankets on the couch in Bucky’s brownstone.

It may have been cold and snowing outside, but in Bucky Barnes’ home, you were safe and happy, surrounded by the heat of him and secure in the knowledge that he liked you just as much as you liked him.

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"Oh godddd," you moaned, your fingers threading through Ari’s soft, brown hair as you used what little leverage you had to grind against his hot, hungry mouth. "Please, Ari, right there," you begged, your voice thready and thin with need.

"Now, peach, what did I tell you about being quiet?" Ari rumbled, pulling away from your pussy right before you could tip over the edge. 

He chuckled at the frustrated little growl you let out, pressing a wet, suckling kiss to your trembling thigh, which was hiked up over his shoulder. 

"Ya gotta keep it down or you're gonna get us kicked off the train.” Though his words were lightly chiding, his expression was entirely unrepentant.

Your boss had the audacity to grin and wink up at you while all you could do was stare down at him incredulously. Your pussy gave a weak little throb as you fell woefully from the edge of your release, and you couldn't help but whine, the need to cum making you reckless and uncaring of decorum.

"Ari, please," you mewled, keeping your voice as quiet as you could while you rocked restlessly on the seat. You were desperate, trying to chase his mouth and get more of the delicious heat of his tongue and delightful roughness of his beard. "I'll be quiet, just please let me cum."

"As you wish, peach," Ari murmured, like he didn't know exactly what he was doing. But you could tell from the glint in his eye that he was having entirely too much fun tormenting you.

You tugged insistently on his hair, spreading your thighs wider on his shoulders, but Ari took his time kissing his way closer until he gently nosed between your drenched and dripping folds. He was practically chaste as he licked around the edge of your hole, giving your clit a light flick with his tongue.

"Ari," you ground out through gritted teeth, sinking down lower in your seat and shoving your cunt into your boss's face. You needed more than that and he knew it. "God, why do you get off on torturing me so much?" you whined, writhing impatiently.

Ari had the nerve to chuckle, his husky breaths puffing against your pussy and making your thighs quiver on his broad shoulders. His big hands cupped your ass, holding you still as he pressed a kiss to the top of your mound, purposefully missing your clit.

"Because you're so pretty when you're all riled up and begging for me, peach," Ari answered even though you hadn't expected him to. He grinned mischieviously from between your thighs, sucking on your folds until you squirmed and whimpered helplessly. "I love it when you're all worked up and riding my face like you don't care if you're gonna smother me with your cunt."

"I really don't care if I smother you," you muttered, but it only made Ari laugh again, his palms spreading your thighs wider on the seat as he continued teasing your pussy. "Ari, come on," you whined, squirming even closer to him and yanking on his thoroughly mussed hair until you were sure it hurt, but he didn’t seem to care.

"C'mon and ride it, peach,” Ari growled enticingly, his blue eyes sparkling like the sun off an icy lake and melting you from inside out. “Take what you need and I'll let you cum all over my face."

"Oh god," you murmured, biting your lip against an obscene moan. Your eyes rolled back into your head when Ari finally dove back between your thighs and started eating you out like a starving man, sending your pleasure ratcheting higher and higher in seconds.

Using your grip on his hair, you humped against your boss's face, riding him hard while his tongue fucked your hole and sucked the juices of your desire straight from the source. It took no time at all for you to reach the edge once again and your fingers tightened in Ari's hair, rocking your hips harder as you sought your release.

"Fuck, that's it, take your pleasure, peach," Ari rumbled, his words muffled against your drenched pussy. "Fucking cum for me, baby. Let me feel this pussy squirt and soak my fucking beard." 

Ari shoved two fingers deep into your hole, stroking against that spot that had you seeing stars. At the same time, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard. He worked your body so expertly, you had no choice but to cum—and you came hard.

You came so hard that you gave Ari exactly what he wanted, flooding his mouth with your release until it was drenching his face and beard in your pleasure. So lost to the moment, you let out a little scream that you only remembered to muffle at the last second, turning it into a strangled sound of ecstasy as your hips humped Ari's face. 

Your boss helped you ride out your release, pumping his fingers into your clasping channel and suckling sweetly on your clit until it was too much. Still, he kept eating your overstimulated pussy until tears were splashing down your cheeks and your thighs were trembling uncontrollably on his shoulders.

Only then did Ari begin easing you back down to earth, gently licking up the remnants of your release and massaging the muscles of your thighs with his big hands. He cooed sweet words of praise against your pussy, helping your body melt into your seat.

You were still coming down from your high, your hips twitching and thighs shaking slightly on Ari's shoulders when a sharp knock sounded at the door. All at once, you came crashing down to earth, remembering that even though you were in a private compartment, you and your boss were still on a very public and very crowded train.

"Everything okay in there?"

The conductor's tone was sharp, like he was well aware of what you and your boss were doing, and he didn't want to have to reprimand you for your obscene behavior.

Before you could squeak out a response, Ari leaned back on his haunches and turned toward the door, grinning recklessly as he called, "Just peachy!"

You had to slap both your hands over your mouth to muffle your hysterical giggles. But based on the disgruntled muttering outside the door as the conductor moved away, you had to acknowledge he probably heard you—and he wasn’t nearly as amused as you were by Ari’s antics.

Having sufficiently dismissed the conductor, your boss settled back between your thighs, pressing wet, soothing kisses to your skin as his hands idly groped your thighs and hips. 

You were slow to settle back into your seat. Despite how much you enjoyed the feeling of his mouth and hands on your body, you could shake the adrenaline that had spiked in your body at the sound of someone knocking at the door. 

"You're going to get us in trouble, Ari," you said in as stern a voice as you could muster—which wasn't very stern at all. Your tone was tinged with too much breathless desire, desire that was reflected in his beautiful blue eyes.

"Getting in trouble with you is far more fun than enduring a boring train ride alone, baby," he murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to your clit before dragging the flat of his tongue over your weakly pulsing hole. "Now, do you think you can give me another one, peach?”

Your hips squirmed on the seat, your body giving him your answer even as your mouth fell open in disbelief that your boss wanted to keep going after the two of you were nearly caught. Ari must’ve read your mind—or your thoughts were written all over your face—because he chuckled and gave your ass a reassuring squeeze.

“That’s my girl,” Ari rumbled, clearly pleased by your body’s response. He ducked down, licking a long line up the line of your pussy and wringing a whimper from your lips. “Just make sure to keep it down this time,” he said, his words a teasing warning. “Wouldn't want us getting in trouble."

With a daring wink, your boss dove back down between your thighs and all you could do was press a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure as he ate you out with the voraciousness of a man on a mission.

In the span of a short while or an eternity, you couldn’t be certain, Ari Levinson made you come three more times on his tongue before he was satisfied. Then he joined you on the seat and held you in his lap, where you sat, blissfully sated, for the rest of the train ride.

As soon as the door closed behind you, your body gave an involuntary shudder at the warmth of his home. Clumsily, you began kicking off your boots while explaining your plight.

"I had no idea those electronic door locks could freeze and stop working—did you know?” you asked, awkwardly continuing to babble without stopping to let him answer. “Well, I texted my landlord, but I haven’t heard anything yet…”

Warm hands caught your trembling fingers where you were having trouble unzipping your coat and you looked up to find Robby towering over you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Another shiver skated down your spine, one that wasn’t entirely from the delicious warmth.

"Let me help you, sweetheart," the older man murmured, his voice gentle but leaving no room for argument. He waited for you to bob your head in a nod before he made quick work of unzipping your coat and helping you out of it. "Let's get you warmed up, yeah?"

The doctor led you over to his couch and tugged a thick blanket off the back, wrapping it around your shoulders over the sweater and leggings you wore, then guided you to sit down. He started to move away toward the kitchen, but your frigid fingers caught his hands.

"P-please, Dr. Robby, my hands…hurt," you forced out in between chattering teeth, the chill in your body somehow worse. Some of your shaking was from being in such close proximity to the hot doctor neighbor you'd harbored a crush on for months, but the cold in your bones eclipsed even your nervousness.

"Just Robby is fine," he responded, sitting beside you on the couch and taking your hands in his. 

You let out a soft moan of delight at the warmth of his touch, even as a prickling sensation began to erupt beneath your skin. 

"How long were you out there in the snow, sweetheart?"

Your gaze dropped from his kind, lined face to where his large hands were wrapped around your smaller ones and he took the gesture for the answer it was: Too long. 

Letting out a displeased little grunt, Robby shuffled closer to you on the couch. 

He let go of your hands for a moment to wrap the blanket tighter around your shoulders and your hands fell to his stomach. They sneaked beneath the edges of the zip-up hoodie he wore unzipped over a long-sleeved henley, seeking the warmth of his body.

Robby sucked in a breath, no doubt feeling the cold seeping through his clothes. When you looked up, your eyes drawn by the sound, his handsome face was so close—close enough that you could see every thread of silver in his beard and every fine, crinkling line around his eyes.

"Hi," you murmured, instinctively pulling your legs up onto the couch and curling your body into Robby's. "You're warm,” you said lamely, feeling a little silly for stating the obvious. But then the air between you and the older doctor crackled with tension and he leaned infinitesimally closer. 

"You want me to warm you up, angel?" Robby asked, his voice lowered to a deep, delicious rumble. 

His thumb brushed against your cheek, and when you didn’t flinch away, he cupped your face in the calloused palm of his hand. Instinctively, you nuzzled into his touch, as greedy for every trace of heat you could steal from him as you were for the care in his gentle palm. 

Robby huffed a disbelieving sound, his eyes staring at you with open wonder, and muttered, "You sure you want an old man like me, sweetheart?”

Biting your lip, you stared deep into Robby's warm brown eyes and nodded. "I've wanted you for months,” you confessed, hoping to reassure him.

For a long moment, he simply stared at you, astonishment dancing in his eyes, and then his mouth was capturing yours in the sweetest kiss. Robby kept it chaste at first, a brush of his lips against yours, a sweet suckling of your upper lip, but you chased after him every time he tried to pull away.

Finally, frustrated, you climbed into Robby's lap, your thighs straddling him and your fingers threading through his short beard as you kissed him ravenously. With a groan, he finally gave in and kissed you back with a fervor that matched yours, his tongue licking into your mouth and dancing with yours as heat built between your bodies.

Spreading your thighs wider, you lowered your hips and scooted closer until the apex of your thighs pressed against the thick hard ridge of Robby's cock. One of his hands reached into his sweats to adjust himself, laying his half-hard length against his soft belly for you to rub against. Then he was gripping your ass through your leggings and urging you to grind on him.

"Take what you need, angel," he growled against your lips. "Take what you need before I embarrass myself by coming in my pants just from kissing you."

His words sparked a ferocious desire deep in your chest and you worked your hips in a sensual, undulating roll, dragging your clothed pussy down the long, thick length of Robby's cock over his sweats. When you reached the bottom, you slid back up, your thighs trembling as they pressed against the soft pouch of his belly.

"Robby," you gasped into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as you humped on his cock. "You feel so good. Oh—oh god, Robby."

Your hips worked faster, rocking against his hard length and finding an angle that had your clit rubbing perfectly over his rigid shaft. You clung to him with all your strength, the building heat and delicious friction driving your pleasure higher and higher.

"That's it, angel, you're doing so well for me," Robby murmured in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, his beard rasping deliciously against your bare, sensitive skin. "Feel how hard I am—it's all for you, sweetheart. All for that pretty mouth and this juicy ass." 

He punctuated his statement by gripping your soft curves hard and spreading you open even further, until your lower lips parted and you felt the burning heat of his cock even more exquisitely through your clothes. 

You gasped, rocketing ever closer to your release and began grinding harder on Robby's dick, uncaring about rhythm or anything else. You were just seeking your release.

"Fuuuck yes, angel, ride my cock," Robby encouraged, his hands slipping beneath the hem of your sweater and pressing his calloused palms against your bare skin. They skirted up to cup your tits, his thumbs teasing your peaked nipples and making you twitch in his lap. "Make yourself feel good—make yourself cum."

"Robby! Oh god, Robby, 'm gonna—" your words cut off on a cry as the tension coiling tight in your core snapped. You came with a whimpering moan, your body shaking in the older man’s lap, unable to keep humping his hard length.

"Good girl, such a good girl, so fucking pretty when you cum," Robby cooed, shoving his hand between your thighs and rubbing your pussy through your leggings to help you ride out your release. "Oh fuck." 

Robby's bitten off curse was your only warning before he shuddered beneath you, burying his face in your neck and groaning his own release, his hips humping up from the couch with one of his arms banded around your back to keep you on his lap.

When you were spent, you collapsed against Robby, who crushed you tight to his chest. Together, you caught your breath, your mouths finding each other for a long, languid kiss. 

Eventually, you extricated yourself from Robby, and he helped you to stand, making sure you were steady on your feet before he led you up to his bedroom. There, he got you a change of clothes—complete with thick socks, sweatpants and a sweatshirt—then the two of you took turns in the bathroom, changing and cleaning yourselves up.

Since you were done first, you padded back down to the entryway and retrieved your phone from your coat pocket. You made a small, disgruntled noise at the message from your landlord.

When you heard Robby in the living room, you turned around and followed him to the kitchen, where you hesitated in the doorway, your fingers twisting in the hem of the sweatshirt he'd given you. 

"Looks like my landlord can't get anyone over here until tomorrow," you said, your voice halting. "Would it be okay if I crashed here tonight. I can take the couch," you offered quickly, not wanting to be an imposition or make assumptions after what had happened on the couch.

Robby's mouth twisted into a smile and he padded back over to you, looping his arms around your waist and tugging you close until you were pressed flush against his soft belly. You stared up into his handsome face, admiring the crinkles and the warmth of his eyes.

"It would be my honor to keep you warm all night, angel," he promised, ducking his head and capturing your lips in a kiss. 

For the rest of the night, your neighbor, Dr. Robby, did exactly that—doing everything in his power to keep you warm on a cold night in Pittsburgh.