Written for: elrondsscribe. April 8th, 2018 Steve/Darcy, "I watch to watch you." Smut fic.
Steve Rogers had the best tongue in the world, as confirmed by Official Steve Rogers Sexual Prowess expert, Darcy Lewis.
Not that she'd been acquainted with that many tongues in her life, but the one other guy who'd been willing to go down on her didn't hold a candle to this. With her fingers tangled in Steve's hair, Darcy bit back a scream as he sucked ravenously on her clit. His strong hands clamped down on her thighs, kneading the supple flesh. His beard rubbed against her leg, stinging in the best of ways. She came hard after barely a minute, and Steve trailed light kisses up her abdomen to her breasts. He played with her nipples a bit as the waves of her orgasm slowly left her.
"Was that okay?" he asked shyly, very much unlike the magnificent sex god he'd definitively proven himself to be.
"Ask me in five minutes," Darcy panted. "I can't think right now."
He crawled up the bed to lay beside her, showing off a truly majestic naked form the likes of which those puffed up ancient Roman artists never could've imagined.
Statue of David? More like Statue of Loser.
And speaking of works of art, Darcy could not take her eyes off Steve's cock. Thick, veiny, and fully erect, it sat within a patch of hair (curtains matched the drapes), just begging to be touched. Or licked. Or slammed into Darcy over and over again until she saw stars.
"If you want to stop, we can," Steve said. "You look worn out."
"You kidding? We've barely even started." She sat on her side, giving him bedroom eyes. "How about you let me watch you?"
She glanced once more at his cock, licking her lips. He blushed slightly, but the innocent virgin everyone believed him to be was an illusion. The real Steve… well, that was between them and the sheets, so to speak.
He wrapped his hand around his shaft, hesitating a moment before slowly pumping himself. A bead of pre-cum had already formed at the tip and Darcy longed to clean it off for him. She stayed strong and devoured him only with her eyes as he picked up the pace. His breaths became shallow and his chest heaved. He didn't come right away, and the longer he held out, the more Darcy wanted to pounce on him and ride him into oblivion.
She was soaking wet and touching herself along with him at this point. Her clit was still sensitive from his earlier ministrations, and the brush of her index finger nearly sent her back over the edge.
She still came much sooner than him, even though he'd been at it for longer. The rumors about supersoldier stamina were pretty well known, and Darcy was happy to prove them one hundred percent true. When Steve did come, he came hard. They'd have to wash these sheets later.
He rolled on his back, dragging Darcy on top of him. She was well on her way to her third orgasm of the night as Steve pressed their stomachs together. They kissed lazily for a bit until something hard poked at Darcy's leg. She groaned. "Are you serious? It's barely been two minutes."
Steve shrugged. "Can't help it. Not when there's a gorgeous naked dame in my lap."
"Don't start the fifties lingo," Darcy said, nipping at his earlobe.
"I'm just trying to be a gentleman."
"You just ate me out and whacked off for me. I think we're way past gentlemanly here."
Steve hummed, then smiled wickedly as he positioned Darcy over the tip of his cock and sunk her all the way down. "Good point."