Worship Her - Steve Rogers (AU)

Chapter 14

It was around 4pm when Maggie heard the sound of the motorbike revving, looking out of the window and seeing Steve perched on it in the driveway, waiting for her to appear. She'd begrudgingly sent Wanda out to pick up some groceries despite the housekeeper stating it was in her job description anyway.

Coming outside, he passed her a helmet. "Safety first Magpie".

"Where's yours?"

"That is mine, now put it on". He grinned and sat on the bike, feeling her get on behind him. "Hold tight".

Maggie slid her arms around him, locking them tight. "If I fall off and die then you're paying for my funeral and I will be coming back to haunt you".

"You already do". He replied as they now set off and roared out of the driveway.

Picking up the speed once they were out of the residential area and on the road, Steve made for the coast. "I know a place" He called back to her as they rode along. "Somewhere quiet where I like to go park, smoke a little".

"And drink?" Maggie called in response.

"Depends" He replied, feeling her arms tighten a little more around him. "You're not gonna fall, I've got you".

"I'm just glad you're sober...at least I think you are".

He laughed at this. "I'm sober, I wouldn't take you out if I was high or drunk". He wasn't that irresponsible - at least, that's what he thought. At least getting Maggie out like this was progress.

Riding up to a quiet but rather deserted old parking lot. There was a viewpoint that looked out over the ocean, Steve turning the bike off and feeling Maggie let got and get off. He watched her removed her helmet in a rather slow motion moment through his eyes, her hair catching the wind slightly.

"What?" She frowned on noticing him watching her.

"Nothing..." He said and offered her a cigarette. "This my spot to come think when I need to. Or to avoid the girls I've brought home the night before until they decide to leave".

"Charming". She said, settling cross legged by the bike and lighting her cigarette. "Aren't you ever interrupted?"

He shook his head. "Not really, you get the odd dog walker but thankfully they don't recognise me".

"And here was me thinking you loved the attention". She mused and blew out some smoke.

"Even I have my limits Magpie". He shot a look to her before he came to sit next to her.

Maggie nodded. There was still so much to learn about Steve Rogers and his complicated drunken rockstar world. She just wasn't sure whether she wanted to know everything. "Guess I still don't know you, what you like and stuff...other than women, music and alcohol".

He snorted at this. "Likewise. The Zion isn't gonna go to shit without you there by the way. I know you're a workaholic".

"Sam and Nat depend on me".

"They have other staff. Anyway you told me about music - what else do you like to do when you actually have a day off?"

She shrugged. "Other than sleep? I guess I like to read. Magazines, books - anything really".

Steve now studied her. "Kinky novels - I knew it", as she chuckled and shook her head. "Oh c'mon Mag! I bet secretly you're all over them".

"I've read my fair share, but that's all you need to know, Rogers".

He took a long drag and let the smoke leave his mouth slowly. "I mean, I read..."

"Porn mags, I've seen them Steve - Wanda wasn't too impressed when she took out the trash the other morning".

"I'm a guy trying to unwind".

"Then unwind in other ways that doesn't involve scarring your housekeeper for life!" She shook her head in disbelief. "And don't you dare say she's used to it, because she had a few choice words for you".

Steve stubbed out his cigarette on the dirt next to him. "I haven't got laid in months, ok. We've already been through this - the only one who can actually get my dick to do anything is you".

Finishing her own cigarette, Maggie then knew exactly how to get her revenge - settling herself down onto his lap and smirking. "Does this do things to you". Now  moving her hand down to where already she could feel him growing through his jeans. "Interesting..."

"Don't you dare Magpie..." He said slowly, eyes feral while willing his cock to calm down. She knew what she was doing. It was payback. Leaning up to her ear he whispered, "one taste...it's all I need".

She looked down at him and pouted. "Is someone going to be fit to burst?"

"If you don't stop brushing yourself across me then yes. You're just gonna make me explode in my damn pants".

"Not that you'd complain"

"I'd rather it be inside of you". He snarled softly.

Her hand ran down his cheek to cup under his chin, lifting it so as he could look at her. "Question is, which part?"

Sweet mercy...

She was killing him slowly, and was enjoying it - leaning down to his ear. "My mouth?" She suggested quietly, "Or that special place between my legs you've been wanting to get to so badly?" Then she paused before smirking at the thought. "Or would you want me from behind?"

"All three...all fucking three..." His head spun as she deliberately kept grinding softly against him every so often. "Just give me a taste Magpie..."

Maggie bit her lip. "I don't think I've ever seen you beg for anything aside from wanting to talk to me on the phone? I quite like the fact I can get you this mad knowing I can quite easily strike you down"

He shook his head. "I could have you here and now. No one's here to listen to you scream - but because I want some dignity, and don't exactly fancy getting dust in my pants, I'd rather a comfy bed, sofa, sun lounger - anything but here".

One hand went down under the waistband of her jeans before her fingers emerged, slick. "You want a taste of me so badly Rogers?"

"Fuck yes..."

"Open wide then". She told him, putting her fingers into his mouth so as he could suck them clean.

She was just as he'd imagined. Perfect.

But now it only made him crave her more...

Taking her fingers from his mouth, she got off of him and looked at her watch. "I have work in an hour".

"Like fuck you're going to work". He now got up off the floor and grabbed her, pulling her in and kissing her hard. "I've gotta have you, you've had your damn fun - now let me have mine".

"Is that all I am to you? A bit of fun?"

"You are everything and more. You're my days and nights rolled into one, you're literally the damn air that I breathe. You're the only person who tolerates my shit, who calls me out on it and doesn't care. And I need you...there, I said it. I need you Magpie".

Pulling away, she looked up at him, his eyes staring back at hers filled with desperation, and perhaps behind them? A cry for her to help him sort his life out.

"Go on then rockstar...get us home and show me what I've apparently been missing - but it better be worth my while".