The fall of Moscow and the KGB is on the horizon. The USA - with Captain America as their noble leader - steps in to aid Russia in halting the uprising. However, Steve Rogers realizes that not everything is as it seems, and the red-headed and red-bl...
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Steve had needed this.
He needed to lose himself in something - someone - until he could hardly remember his own name. He wanted - needed - to get the redheaded Russian out of his mind because he wanted to be loyal to his girlfriend. Then Sharon had made a proposition. He thought he would never stoop so low, but he agreed because he wanted to please her, and she seemed excited about the idea of trying something new. He thought that such a distraction would work, a way to let go of the tension he felt around Natasha and forget the way she made his head spin. It was a suggestion from his girlfriend some men could only fantasize about. As uncomfortable as Steve was, he was able to enjoy the pleasure that came with it.
Sharon was straddling his waist, sliding herself down onto his cock, as Lillian straddled his face, and he leaned up to stroke his tongue over her clit. He had one hand on Sharon's hip as she began to ride him and another hand on Lillian's thigh. Their moans went straight to his core, pleasure twisting up his spine as Sharon rode him. He listened to their moans, losing himself in the way their bodies moved over him, the sounds of their kissing. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the pleasure that overwrought him in powerful surges as he sucked and licked Lillian until she was right there. He knew Sharon was close to her orgasm from the way her thighs trembled, and he tried to thrust up into her without moving Lillian as she came around his tongue, and he heard her cry out.
He thought he had forgotten her emerald eyes, her smile. Red hair and a soft laugh he only heard ever so often.
However, in a moment that struck him to his core, he envisioned Natasha.
He wondered what she would sound like as he tipped her over the edge of her orgasm. Would she have that infamous smirk she got whenever she was planning something particularly risky? Would she arch and tremble when he teased her, her toes curling into the sheets as she guided him right where she wanted him? Would she scream his name or would she ride out her orgasm in quiet gasps?
A part of him hoped she was a screamer.
The pleasure was mind-numbing, the heat of flushing creeping into his cheeks and down his chest as he thought about her. He was suddenly pulled back to reality as Sharon orgasmed around him and dragged him over the edge with her. He filled the condom in spurts and arched underneath them. "Fuck." He groaned, but it came out muffled as Lillian ground against his face. He tried to focus on the beautiful women with him as they came down from their highs. He really did try. His heart was pounding in his chest, even as Sharon and Lillian slid off him and laid beside him. Guilt consumed him when he realized his dirty thoughts about Natasha, and his cheeks flushed. He could hardly look Sharon in the eye, and he felt like a creep envisioning his S.H.I.E.L.D. partner. He quickly excused himself and tugged on his boxers as he made his way into the bathroom.
