Chapter 42

"Let me see what I can do to persuade you, then," Steve grinned, giving up any thoughts of restraint with Skye naked in his arms, pulling at his shirt demandingly. He removed it quickly, groaning with pleasure as she ran her hands up his chest, pressed her mouth against one flat nipple, teasing with her tongue.

It hadn't taken Skye long to discover how sensitive Steve's nipples were, almost as much as hers. One huge hand ran into her hair as she mouthed at him, holding her close, even as the other slipped between her legs.

Skye was tiny compared to his size, fragile against his strength. But she wasn't afraid to demand what she wanted from him, was learning that she could bend him to her will with nothing more than a look from her dark eyes and a whisper of his name. Steve let out a most unmanly whimper as her hands deftly unfastened the waist of his pants and slipped inside.

"Something you want, Mr Rogers?" Skye lifted her mouth from his nipple and glanced up at him teasingly as she used both hands to wrap firmly around his already-erect cock. "Something you need?"

"Skye," he choked out, and then as she slid lower on the bed, clearly intending to suck on him, "wait."

"Hmm?" Skye glanced up at him, arching her brows. He slipped his hand from her crotch and tugged hastily at his pants, stripping off eagerly.

"Come sit on my face," Steve invited hopefully.

"Sixty-nine, oh I like the way you think." Skye grinned happily. He had a very talented mouth, and as she'd previously noted, apparently could go a long time without coming up for air.

"That what it's called? Makes sense."

She smiled, settling her knees on either side of his head. Their height difference might have made it awkward but his cock was so long she could still get plenty of it into her mouth. She propped one arm on the bed and used the other hand to slide around the base of his cock. As soon as she did, she felt his hands on her breasts.

"Aaah," Skye twitched slightly as he tweaked her nipples. And then she quickly opened her mouth and licked at the head of Steve's cock, tonguing the slit lightly, tasting the pre-cum that was already starting to seep there. As soon as her tongue touched him he reciprocated, licking swiftly at her clit. And he kept on mirroring her movements, touching lightly when she did, squeezing her nipples more firmly when her hand clenched on his cock, plunging his tongue deep into her when she sucked on the swollen head of his arousal.

The only way Steve could keep from coming down Skye's throat almost immediately was to concentrate hard on her actions, mirroring her movements. She was obviously enjoying it, slick wetness coating his tongue, her hips shifting, soft wet mouth working harder on his cock. A little moan sounded in her throat, vibrating along his length, and Steve groaned deep in his chest. He scraped his teeth deliberately over her clit and Skye had to take her mouth off him for a moment.

"Steve," she gulped brokenly. "Steve – I can't…"

He didn't bother responding. Just thrust his tongue deeper and used his teeth and upper lip to work her swollen, sensitive clit.

"STEVE!" It was an actual scream, and Steve wondered suddenly if Clint's hearing was acute enough to hear that. Well, it might be a tiny bit of revenge for that time he'd kept Steve awake half the night banging Jemma.

Skye collapsed, forehead on Steve's stomach, unable to do more than gasp in stuttering breaths. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she mumbled, trembling.

"Stop taking His name in vain," Steve said in amusement, lifting her gently off him and laying her on her back.

"Shut up, I just saw heaven."

He smiled, wondering if she was up to taking him again. She answered the question by ordering;

"Sit up."

"Hmm?"

"Back against the headboard."

He obeyed, his eyes widening as Skye peeled herself off the mattress and clambered into his lap. "You sure, sweetheart, you're not sore…?"

"Shut. Up." She kissed him, tasting herself of his mouth, and reached for another condom. It was the last one, and she waved the packet at him. "Need to go shopping."

He nodded jerkily as she rolled it on, teasing him with light, quick strokes to his balls, a trimmed fingernail against his ass making him suck in a sharp breath. "I'll go… oh, Skye… please…"

"Something you want?" she taunted again, moving closer, pressing her knees against his hips, grabbing his hands and lifting them to her breasts. "Because I know what I want, Steve Rogers. I want that beautiful big cock of yours in me again."

He groaned as she eased down on him, a tight wet fist of muscles gripping his shaft. "So tight," he gasped, barely retaining enough presence of mind to play with her nipples as she obviously wanted.

"Don't you dare come yet." Her hand reached behind her and grasped his balls, pulling them away from his body, and he cried out, a wordless yell. "We've only got one condom and we're not wasting it. Now make me come, Steve, and do it hard." Skye leaned in and bit Steve's neck as hard as she could, knowing the bruise would last hours at best, but she wanted him to feel it. And apparently he very much liked it because he made that wordless sound again and suddenly his huge hands were grasping her hips, jerking her up and slamming her back down on his cock.

It felt like being impaled on a fence post, he was so huge. It felt wonderful. Combined with the sensitivity from the first orgasm she'd had on his tongue, the fierce way Steve was holding her and the almost wild look in his blue eyes, Skye was heading back for the cliff edge very quickly.

"Gonna come," she gasped, "gonna come on your cock, Steve, make me come, fill me up oh God YES STEVE!"

Skye was squealing and bouncing on him, her hard nipples brushing his chest, her hair falling down her back in a silky dark cascade as she flung her head back in ecstasy, her hands clawing at his shoulders. Steve gazed at her in awe; he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. In the fresh morning light, the sunshine haloing her dark hair, she looked like an angel, a very debauched angel there in his lap as he fucked up hard into her. And then she tensed against him and he felt her passage tighten even more, milking him hard.

"Skye," he roared her name even as she squealed his, erupting deep inside her, his hips jerking uncontrollably as the hot pulses seemed to go on and on. She was still coming, clenching around him, sobbing breaths against his shoulder, when his vision cleared, and Steve put his arms around her and held on, stroking her back as she shuddered and gasped.

Finally Skye went limp against him and he held her still, petting her hair, murmuring softly into her ear, telling her how wonderful she was, how beautiful.

"Ummm," Skye sighed at last, lifting her head and kissing up across Steve's shoulder, his neck and jaw until he turned his head and captured her lips with his own. "You are so, so good at that."

He looked a bit bashful, and she grinned, tossing back sweaty hair. "Wow. I really need a shower. And then maybe we can come back and do this all over again?"

"I'm game if you are," Steve responded instantly, grinning as she climbed a little stiffly off him and headed for the bathroom. He admired her pert, rounded ass as she walked away, and Skye looked over her shoulder, catching him staring.

"You just had me."

"And I already want you again."

She laughed, and slid the bathroom door closed in his face. "Not this time. I want a shower in peace!" she yelled when he knocked hopefully. Steve sighed and headed for the spare bathroom in his apartment.

Posting a couple of chapters a day at the moment as I really want to get this done by Christmas, so make sure you didn't miss any updates! Hope this one was steamy enough for you!