Steve Must Be Dreaming...
IN STEVE’S APARTMENT
Steve entered his apartment, kicking off his dress shoes into the corner. He was exhausted. He hated formal dinners, and he truly hated whenever Tony roped him into attending. Somehow Natasha had wormed her way out of it, and he fully intended to find out how when he saw her tomorrow. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, flopping down on his couch with a heavy sigh. He knew it was almost midnight, and he should get to bed before he fell asleep on the couch, but he felt like watching a little TV. He always promised himself he’d never sleep there, because it left him sore in the morning, but he always did. He took a long sip of his beer, something he drank purely to relax, and loosened his tie. ‘I should have got outta this monkey suit before I sat down’, he thought to himself, but was too lazy to get up and change.
Before long, he’d drifted off, the television playing softly in front of him.
When he woke up, he blinked a few times, trying to remember where he was.
He remembered falling asleep on the couch, but the couch, the television, his whole apartment was gone.
Small intimate tables were placed around the room, only room enough for two people, like the one he was currently sitting at. He looked around behind him, but no one else seemed to be there. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed he must’ve been sitting in a speakeasy. The lights in the room were low, except for the lights focused on the stage.
There was a stage in front of him. When did he leave his apartment? He must be dreaming again. He looked down at himself to see if he still had clothes on, and sure enough, he was still in his black suit. What the fuck was going on?
His attention was drawn back to the stage when he heard notes from a piano begin to play. Unsure of how he didn’t notice it before, he could see there was a huge box on the stage. The song kept playing, and the lights above the box slowly started to raise.
He felt his heart stop in his chest. There was Darcy, inside the box, looking every bit like every pin up fantasy he’d ever had. His eyes wandered her creamy skin, falling just for a moment to take in the vibrant color of her dark red underwear, the matching lace on her chest, and the stark red of her lips. Only when he could pull his eyes away from her mouth did he realize that she was looking at him, her bedroom eyes pinning him in place with a fire that shot straight down to his cock.
Feeling trapped, but no way in danger, his skin began to warm as he watched her lips curl into a sexy smirk. She blew him a kiss with a wink, and being the idiot he is, he looked behind him to see who it was meant for. Finding no one, he realized it was for him. He turned back to her, and saw the humor dancing in her eyes at his cluelessness. If he wasn’t blushing before, he was sure blushing now.
Steve was stuck in a spell, watching her sway her hips back and forth to the rhythm of the slow building song. When she finally began to sing, his jaw dropped.
“You got me looking, so crazy my baby
I'm not myself lately I'm foolish, I don't do this
I've been playing myself, baby I don't care
Baby your love's got the best of me
Your love's got the best of me”
Sexily, she moved her hips as her hands traveled her curves making Steve wish more than anything he could touch her. She caressed herself, and the sides of the box, rolling her hips like she was making love as the words left her lips. She moved as if she was feverish, already in the throes of passion, and Steve felt his pants grow tighter.
She rolled, wound, and dipped her hips, opening and closing her legs to give him brief peeks of what he wanted so badly. She stepped forward out of her pin up box, bringing attention to her long beautiful legs, and slowly left the stage to strut towards him like a seductress on the prowl.
Steve felt even more frozen then before, his heart racing in his chest as she approached him. In his mind, he reverted to that skinny kid from Brooklyn, who would never have a dame this damn sexy looking at him like she was about to eat him alive. If he was still that kid, he’d be hyperventilating by now. Maybe she was about to eat him alive. He knew without a doubt he’d let her.
Gracefully, she placed a leg on either side of him as she softly landed in his lap. His hands immediately flew to her thighs, unable to control himself any longer. As he caressed them, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers threading through the hairs at his neck as she sang to him. Again, she locked eyes with him, while slowly grinding her hips, and Steve could barely keep his eyes open at the sensation.
“I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two or three times in a row”
Never stopping her serenade, her hands explored his chest and his abs as her hips rocked, pulling off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Sweet Mary Magdalene,” He huffed when she nibbled on his lobe. “Am I dreaming?”
“I go by Darcy these days,” She responded with a smirk. “And no, not dreaming.”
He couldn’t fight the goofy smile gracing his lips as he watched her stand in front of him and sexily remove her bra and panties. Once she was rid of it she turned to sit back in his lap, her back to his chest and her head resting on his shoulder as she ground back into his erection. She grabbed both his hands in hers, guiding them to explore her skin. As she guided his left hand down between her thighs, her right hand came up behind her to pull his hair as his lips kissed her neck.
“Got me looking so crazy right now
Your love's got me looking so crazy right now
Got me looking so crazy right now
Your touch got me looking so crazy right now (your love)”
Steve thought he was going to explode. The feeling of her ass grinding into him while his fingers explored her slick folds was going to kill him. He was so lost in a trance he didn’t notice when or how she removed his belt and unzipped his pants. He felt her slim fingers free him from his boxers (fucking finally) and wrap around him, he groaned louder than he knew was capable off. It took all his willpower not to come right then and there. The sounds she was making were driving him mad, all the while she still sang the song in the same breathy, sultry voice.
She stood again to turn in his lap, and his hands gripped her ass as she ground his erection between them. As if the music was taking cues from her, it paused as she reached down between them to position him at her entrance. She hovered above him, only his tip finding purchase, and she grabbed his face with both hands. She looked in his eyes, searching, yet he could only stare at her beautiful red lips. He realized in that moment he still hadn’t kiss her. He tried to focus on not losing control and not thrusting up into her.
She took great satisfaction in what she was doing to him, her inner sex goddess was roaring like a lioness.
Suddenly the music returned with the drop of her hips and he was inside her, every inch of him slid into her wet warmth and took him by surprise. The feeling of her surrounding him, embracing him, was almost too much. Yet again, he had to force himself not to end the party too soon. “Fuck Darce, what are you doin’ to me?” He rasped out, and the little minx only smiled.
Both of her hands still framing his face, she began to ride him, rocking her hips to take him as deep as possible. Her pace was slow, so slow it was almost torture, but every grind was in rhythm with the music.
“Got me looking so crazy right now
Your love's got me looking so crazy right now
Got me looking so crazy right now
Your touch got me looking so crazy right now”
All the while, her eyes never left his, the intensity of the fire burning in her eyes charged the air around them. And he returned her gaze in kind, his eyes never leaving hers, as she rocked him harder than he’d ever been rocked. If he’d been in his right mind, he would’ve worried about the stability of his chair, but like everything else in the world, nothing else mattered except her. He tightened his grip on her ass, hoping she’d have handprints later for him to kiss better.
She leaned forward, not missing a beat with the wind of her hips, and their lips finally met. The kiss was passionate, and Steve just about melted as she dominated his mouth. He felt that familiar tingling and he knew he was close. His moaning was becoming more and more frequent as she drove him to the edge with her slow burning pace. “Darce,” He breathed out into her neck, and she knew.
“Let go.” She said sensually. His eyes squeezed shut as he tipped towards the edge. He felt her hands on his face again. “I want to see you.” She whispered, and he was done for. Eyes locked with her own, he came apart underneath her as she rode him down from his high. Steve felt his entire body tingling, like electricity was traveling all over his skin.
He panted, trying to catch his breath, as she laid sweet kisses all over his face and his neck. He rested his forehead on her chest, still panting, as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I think I’m in love with you.” He breathed out, unable to see her face.
“You don’t even know me, not really. This isn’t the real you.” She said, and he detected the sadness in her voice. Somehow he knew she just wanted to hold him, and not have him look at her in that moment. “I know you feel the same way I do. It’s not just sex, it’s more.” He said sleepily, feeling exhausted all the sudden. He knew it wasn’t comfortable, the chair or his now soft penis inside of her, but he didn’t want to let her go. And for some reason, he was losing the battle to keep his eyes open.
“You’re mine. I want to be with you.” He started to doze off in the softness of her chest.
“In here…you’ll always have me.” She answered but he didn’t hear her. The last thing he remembered was the warmth of her arms around him and the soft pressure of her kiss in his hair.
TO BE CONTINUED.