Worship Her - Steve Rogers (AU)

Chapter 15

Maggie Jones didn't care that Steve was all but wearing her like a necklace, nor the fact that he'd purposely had them screw on the floor in front of a mirror. Just a kink of his that she'd discovered after seeing him watching her reflection before his face disappeared between her legs. His tongue lapped away at her, fingers pumping to amplify the taste he'd become hooked on.

And it was one he'd never give up.

"I'm all set to make you squirt all over me". He murmured as he looked up and began to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. Marks from him sinking his teeth into them earlier had already formed.

If she couldn't walk properly then he knew it was mission accomplished.

Her fingers pawed at the rug they were laid out on, nails sinking in to try and regain some control of her body - and this was only the foreplay.

"Go on" she urged through ragged breath. "Show me what I've been missing out on". It didn't take long for him to continue until she released with a moan.

"Pretty sure I can get you to sing more, Magpie". He pulled his pants off, settling between her legs and teasing up and down her folds with the tip of his cock, pre cum already seeping out. "Shall we see how loud?"

She couldn't reply, her head was in a spin from the high she'd already experience, and now Steve reached over for the open bottle of whiskey he had. "Open up", then pouring some into her mouth. He watched her swallow it down before taking a swift himself and kissing her.

"Are you gonna fuck me Rogers? Or do I have to lie here and rub myself?"

"Now that idea I like".

"Of course you would - watching me touch myself, all while knowing you're not allowed?" She teased, sliding out from under him and opening her legs. Her hand slid down between her breasts and further - Steve watching intensely.

Now he was harder than ever, dick throbbing away while Maggie's fingers worked away between her legs, her eyes then locking with his and a devious smile forming on her lips. "You like that?".

"Oh I fucking love it".

She abruptly took her hand away and within seconds he'd pounced on her, pinning her wrists down before inching his way into her slowly. "You failed to mention you were this big". She groaned, feeling herself stretch around him until finally he was fully inside of her.

"Because you never asked sweetheart". His lips brushed over her neck. "Now what do you want?"

"For you to fuck me - hard until you make me scream".

He chuckled at this and began to thrust into her. "Now that? I can do".

If there was one thing he loved? It was seeing her moaning and moving under him, her back arching, hood connecting with his as they began to move faster. One of his hands moved over to rest on her so as he could feel himself deep within her. Yep, he was well and truly pussy drunk.

He loved that the only name on her lips was his....

Everything about this woman made him want to do better, be a better man. Without her there was no future, no hope, and most certainly no salvation.

With more whiskey infused kisses and deep thrusts, it wasn't long before she tightened around him, then stopping him. "On top, I cum harder that way" telling him quickly so as the moment wasn't ruined.

He wasn't about to argue with that and quickly rolled her onto him, a soft grunt leaving his throat as she slid down onto him and began to roll her hips.

She had a better vantage point from there, seeing how he looked at her, how he touched her. His hands were keeping her steady as she began to ride him harder, her own playing with her breasts which only spurned on the need to finish. "Mag..."

"Look at me". She ordered breathlessly, knowing that it wouldn't be long until she coated him with her release.

As their eyes locked she moved quicker, keeping her gaze locked until she came with a loud cry. It was enough to make him lose control, spilling deep inside of her until they'd ridden out their climax.

Stopping breathlessly, Maggie looked down at him with a triumphant expression. "Told you", and within seconds found herself back under him.

"You..." he began before kissing her all over her body again. "You are unlike any other girl..."

"I should hope so". She said, a hand gently tugging his hair. "It would be boring and forgettable if I wasn't?" Her whole body was starting to ache by now and they eased themselves up from the floor and onto Steve's bed, pulling the sheets around them. "I'm late for work". She noted the time on the clock by the bed.

He chuckled and pulled her into him, lighting up a cigarette for them both to share. "Call in sick".

"Nat ain't that stupid". She said, taking the cigarette from him and inhaling a long drag, "I'm gonna have to make some shitty excu-what are you doing?" She asked as he got up and walked across the room and picked up the phone. "Steve..."

He dialled the number and waited, ignoring her asking what he was doing until someone picked up. "Hey Nat..."

"Steve! No!" Maggie hissed as he gestured for her to be quiet.

"Hey Steve, and no Maggie's not here - I'm worried actually, have you seen her?" Nat asked.

"Er yeah...about that..." he laughed sheepishly.

Nat's heavy sigh came down the line. "What have you done?"

"Not gonna lie, her". He replied bluntly but with some smugness to his voice. "She currently can't walk, so she wouldn't be of any use to you anyway - tomorrow could be the same for the record".

"You've got to be kidding me". Nat exasperated. "What did you give her? Because you must've done something to get her to sleep with you".

Steve laughed. "She's not high, perhaps a little tipsy but I wouldn't drug her to get her to sleep with me. Anyway she's not coming in tomorrow either, so you may need to get the kid to do an extra shift - see ya!"

"Steve! If you..." Nat began but he hung up before she could even say anything more.

Turning back he saw Maggie shaking her head. "I can't believe you just told her that".

Shrugging, he came back over and got into bed, kissing her and tasting the nicotine on her mouth. "I just bagged you another day off so we can just stay here and fuck until we pass out". Taking the remainder of the cigarette and smoking it.

Laying back in the bed, the wave of tiredness hit her. "Well, you've certainly succeeded in showing me what I was missing out on..."

"And are you satisfied Magpie?"

She turned her head to look at him. "I may have found something more addictive than any drug or alcohol could give".