Chapter 8
He’d been watching you the entire time you were in the gym. His eyes glued to your glutes as you did your fifteenth squat. His plush pink bottom lip was caught between his teeth, bitten a deep red. A steady flush worked its way up his neck as he leaned against the wall. His tight white t-shirt pulled taut over his muscular torso. His usually vibrant baby blues were blown wide as he stared. It made you hot all over. He never did anything about it. He would watch until your workout was completed then leave without saying a word.
Later in the evening he would climb into your bed and whisper filthy things in your ears as he made you moan for him. Words you never thought would leave Captain America’s mouth.
You wished he would bend you over the weight bench, fuck you raw until you were begging him for release, but Steve liked his games. It left you aching and wanting. There was something in the way he watched you move. Something in the way his jeans did nothing to hide his thick arousal. The way he would flush as you went through your training programme. Always across the room. Never coming close enough to touch you. No matter how much he gave you, it was never enough.
It was time to beat him at his own game.
Foregoing your usual baggy sweatpants and T-shirt, you’d opted for tight black workout shorts which framed the curve of your ass perfectly. A black low cut sports bra, which, in your opinion, left nothing to the imagination. You made sure to exaggerate every movement, pushing your butt out with every squat.
The smirk on your face was getting harder to hide the more flustered Steve became. You had the feeling that today was the day he would finally break you on the gym floor. The thought alone was enough make your body tingle with anticipation.
You straighten from the squat, place the weights back in their proper place, and stretch your arms over your head. You arch your back, moaning as your muscles pull.
Steve is behind you in an instant. His warm hands on your waist. His breath fanning over the back of your neck. “You’re teasin’,” he says into your ear. His gaze follows a droplet of sweat which runs the curve of your breast, disappearing into the material of your bra.
“You’ve been watching me workout every day for months, Cap. It’s getting a bit old. Reckoned I’d give you a push in the right direction,” you purr, grinding your butt into his growing erection.
He presses his hips into yours and bites down your earlobe. His fingertips digging into your waist. Your skin blooms with a red hue underneath his ministrations. He leaves open mouth kisses down your neck, likely tasting the saltiness of your sweat. “Old, huh?” he chuckles. His hands travel down the waist of your shorts where he snaps the elastic.
The sweet sharp sting which follows has you closing your eyes. Your head lolls back onto Steve’s shoulder.
“You’re beautiful when you’re all sweaty, darlin’. All wet and out of breath. It makes a man wanna do things to ya.” He bites down on an exposed shoulder.
You shiver in anticipation. Your slack hands move behind you grabbing his bubble butt and pushing him harder into you. Steve hands travel slowly over the exposed skin of your abdomen. A feather-light touch, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your nipples harden, poking through the fabric of your sports bra.
He cups your breast, teasing your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger, and gives them a harsh tug.
It sends a jolt of lust straight to your core.
“I need ya outta these clothes, darlin’,” he says gruffly. “I want ya naked and whimpering while I fuck the brat right outta ya.” He tears the fabric of your bra down the front. Your shorts follow suit. The material lies in tatters around you, leaving you only in tiny Captain America panties.
Steve stares at the material for a moment before his face lights up with a smile.
You grin saucily, throwing him a wink in the full-length gym mirror. “If I’m gonna be coming, Cap, I’m gonna be coming on your face.”
“I think you might just be the perfect woman, babydoll,” Steve murmurs against your skin. He lets go of you briefly to shrug his shirt over his head. He walks around you and sinks to his knees, and drags your panties down your thighs. “I want you to watch. Eyes on the mirror. Don’t come until I tell ya to.”
You nod mutely and spread your legs, fixing your eyes on the mirror. Steve places a kiss on both hips before kissing his way down your mound. He bites down lightly on the skin, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.
He flicks his tongue over your clit. Enough to give you pleasure. Not enough to satisfy the growing heat between your legs. He teases and nips. His hands massage the flesh of your ass in rhythmic circles.
Your legs are shaking and he’s barely begun. Your hand flies to his neatly trimmed blond hair to steady yourself, resisting the urge to shove his face into you. You tug harshly at the locks, and he gives you a warning smack on the back of your thigh.
“Behave,” he growls.
“If you would actually do something, Cap, I might behave.”
His face flashes with irritation. Within seconds he’s buried between your thighs, two fingers plunging into your clenching hole. Your clit is sucked sharply between his lips.
“Fuck!” you yelp.
He throws one leg over his shoulder. His free hand shoving you firmly into his face. He leans backward, bringing you to your knees, straddling his head. He removes his plunging fingers from you, so you can grind down in earnest.
Your fingers tangle in his hair as you ride his face for all your worth.
He aids you in moving your hips as your thighs begin to shake with the pleasure. His moaning helps aid you toward orgasm. His talented mouth creating sweet poetry.
You know you’re drenching him. Your arousal dripping into his welcoming mouth.
Steve takes it all. He loves nothing more than being in between your legs, making you scream his name until you’re hoarse and depleted. He owned your body. Was the master of your soul, and he knew it.
You held the same power over him. It was an intense relationship. One borne of fierce attraction and mutual respect.
“Steve,” you moan. Your hips lock, your thighs clenching his head into a vice grip. “I’m gonna come,” you slur.
Steve gives one hard suck to your clit before he pushes you back by the belly, stopping your oncoming orgasm in its tracks. His breathing is ragged. His face glistening in the flourescent light of the deserted gym. There was nothing better than seeing Steve with a face full of pussy, dripping in your arousal. He gives you a lopsided grin, licks his lips, and closes his eyes as your taste hits your tongue. “You’re the sweetest thing on earth, baby,” he says. “On your belly. Face the mirror.”
You furrow your brow, confused at his instructions. “You don’t want me to-” you begin, but he shook his head.
“It's all about you today, darlin’. I can have your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock another time.”
You smile warmly at him. Affection and lust mingle. You climb off of him shakily and lie flat on your stomach, opening your legs a fraction.
Steve unbuttons and unzips his jeans. Shrugging them to just below his ass. He runs his thumb from your hole to your asshole, dipping his finger in briefly before he positions himself behind you, careful to keep his weight from squishing you.
His thick cock head nudges at your opening. He pushes in slowly. Carefully. Mindful of his length and girth. He was not a small man, and it’s an agonizingly slow process. The intense stretch it creates has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His grip on your ass tightens as he strains not to sheath himself in you with one thrust. It feels like an eternity before his hips are flush with your butt. He stills, giving you a moment to adjust before he pulls out slowly and lazily rolls his hip back into yours.
There's no rush. No frenzy. He takes his time, making sure you feel every bit of him. He hits every spot. The pleasure is overwhelming in its intensity. The sweet friction of the gym mat underneath you lends another layer of pleasure. He moves with a practiced elegance above you. His soft grunts and your moans filling the quiet room. There's no slapping of flesh. Just a sensual, erotic build. He drops to his elbows, and bites down on your shoulder, soothing the sting with a flick of his tongue. “You feel so good, baby,” he moans. “You fit me so well. Such a tight little cunt. I could bury myself inside you and never come out.”
“Steven,” you gasp.
It was a sight to behold. The mirror affording you a unique view of Captain America. He was sweating with the effort of restraining himself. His face flushed with exertion. His hips moving languidly behind you. His muscles bulging as he kept the brunt of his weight off of you. His eyes admiring. Loving. Heady. Clouded with lust and love alike. He nudges your left leg wider. Plunging deeper. You swear you can feel him hit your cervix. The slight pain mixes with the pleasure. His movements never falter. Never speed up. It’s a slow torturous build. One you could feel for the rest of your life. It was a simmering burn. A tidal wave which threatened to drown you.
You tighten around him, struggling to keep your eyes on the image in the mirror. He’s pushing you further. Closer to the edge. You know he’s close too. His neck muscles are straining. His grunts turning into loud moans. He pulls you up by the waist, giving him more access. He tugs you back by the hair; his self-control snapping as his orgasm approaches.
The speed of his thrusts intensify. Your back is arched unnaturally. Your neck curved as he takes his pleasure from you. He plunges himself deep. Roughly. Savagely. Near bruising with the force. The new angle drives him firmly into your G-spot. Pulses of electricity shoot through your veins.
Your entire body thrums with it. Your nostrils flare. Your mouth falls slack in a silent scream as your fucked into mindlessness by America’s Golden boy.
Filth spills from his mouth. “I’m gonna fill you so good, baby, my cums gonna be dripping out of that pretty pussy for hours,” he says, his hips nearly a blur. “Maybe I’ll make ya clean my cock, darlin’, make you taste yourself on me. What a gorgeous sight that would be.”
Your brain short circuits. Your body tightens as the coil in your stomach snaps, and you scream.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he growls. He lets go of your hair and shoves your face down, determined to make you come again. He swats your butt and plunges a thumb into your asshole.
“Oh, God, Steve. Please!”
His hips slow, coming to a near stop. “Please what?” he taunts.
“More!” you sob. “Please! More!”
He grins and begins to thrust again. His hips and thumb work in tandem to bring you to another earth shattering orgasm.
You can do nothing but whimper as Steve plows into you, relentless in his pursuit. It feels like hours, months, years that he moves in and out of you.
You’ve long since lost the ability to speak or move. Nothing matters more than this moment. The feeling of him inside you. The delicious burn. The mind-numbing friction. The beauty, the pleasure, the pain. You’re on the brink of madness. You plunge head first over the cliff, your vision whiting out.
Steve follows suit. The warmth of his come painting your insides has you moaning pornographically.
Steve curses above you. His movements jerky and sloppy. He gives a couple more thrusts before he stills inside you.
Breathing harshly, you lay boneless beneath him. Your body spent.
“Ah, hell fucking no!” a disgusted voice comes from the gym door.
Your eyes fly to the mirror. A horrified and decidedly green Sam has an arm thrown over his eyes. A pale Bucky behind him.
“In the gym, Cap? Are you for real?” Bucky yells, shutting his eyes tightly. “That’s a part of ya I didn't wanna see pal.”
“Oh, God,” you murmur mortified.
Steve smirks at you. “You already said that, doll face.”
“Man shut the hell up! We’re gonna have to burn the entire gym. Only fire can cleanse this,” Sam says as he marches out the door, dragging Bucky behind him.
Steve sighs. “That’s not going away anytime soon.”
You laugh. “Nope!” you reply, popping the ‘P’.
Steve groans and you smirk saucily at him.
“Round two, Cap?”
“Now we’re talking!” he growls as he flips you over, sealing your lips together.