Edge of Seventeen | 18+ { Steve Rogers}

Chapter 4 | Take Me Home Tonight

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I didn't get this weeks chapter of Never Be the Same written so I decided to post this chapter for you 😁

Explicit sexual content head......you've been warned  🔞

This chapter isn't beta read, I did my best to read through and catch everything but it's like almost 3am so have mercy.

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-Sif

This Chapter is named after Eddie Money's song Take Me Home Tonight.

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Steve barely remembers leaving the bar or getting into the Uber, the ride a couple blocks up to a tall apartment complex. His brain is only firing on three pistons now; Amelia has him pressed against the wall of some swanky elevator, kissing him within an inch of his life. Her lips are soft and warm, parting slightly; he follows her lead allowing her tongue to slip into his mouth. The little chime for each floor the elevator climbed soon faded; Steve had no idea what floor she lived on; it felt like time had stopped, and the world slowly melted away, leaving just the two of them.

Amelia lets her teeth nip at Steve's bottom lip, pulling it out only to let it retract against his teeth with a wet sound. His ridiculously long lashes flutter, a hungry moan falling into the sliver of open space between them. Smirking, Amelia nips again, pulling a whimper from him. She can feel his cock straining in the confines of his slacks, and she can already tell that he is well endowed. Amelia starts to kiss over his jaw, down to his neck, and sucks bruises at his pulse; his hands are still gripping the bar behind him where she told him to put his hands when they first got on the elevator. Oh, he's a very good boy. Her hands slide down into his slacks, cupping him over his underwear; he lets out a shocked choking moan. Jesus Christ, he's bigger than she thought.

"Oh baby boy," she says, gripping his throbbing cock, "You could be doing porn instead of bartending with this thing," she husks, licking over the vein in his neck.

His head fell back against the elevator wall with a thump moaning wantonly; he would not survive this night.

There was a loud chime; Amelia pulled away from him, and Steve instantly missed her touch. He was on her as soon as she turned to unlock the door outside the elevator; she sighed appreciatively as he kissed her neck, his large hands pawing at her, kneading her body. She turned around in his arms, tugging the younger man inside. Steve followed Amelia blindly into the apartment, which was more of a penthouse than anything; she discarded her jacket, purse, and keys. Steve moved to do the same, his heart pounding; he had never gone home with someone before, let alone slept with someone so many years ahead of him. She turned toward him, green eyes looking at him seductively; she started to walk backward, wiggling her finger, and Steve followed.

Amelia led him into her bedroom, which was massive compared to his crapshoot apartment; he smiled, taking it all in. It smelled of her perfume, a light powdery subtle scent, and looked every bit as elegant and expensive as she did. Steve started to wonder what she did for a living, was she a trust fund baby? Was she married? A rush of panic set in as he looked around for signs of a man anywhere; his spiral was interrupted when the door was shut heavily. He whirled around as she pushed off the white bedroom door, her hands immediately going into his hair as their lips clashed together. It was a sloppy and uncontrolled kiss; I groaned, feeling her fingernails lightly scrap his scalp. His cock was trapped painfully inside in slacks, getting the briefest friction whenever she rubbed against him. Steve whined when she pulled back; he chased her lip.