Yes, Captain (Chris Evans FanFiction)

Chapter 20

Chris' POV:

I wasn't much of a boob man but holy shit, if her boobs looked like that then I couldn't wait to see her ass. I couldn't help but stare at Bianca from across the table as she prepared to throw the ball - her face creased in concentration and her tongue peaking out between her lips as she focused.

I balled my hands into fists and bit down on my lip, fighting the urge to walk over and pick her up against the wall. I wanted her so badly, I knew if this went on any longer I wouldn't be able to control myself. She threw the ball and it bounced in the center of the table, skimming the edge of one of the cups and falling inside it with a splash.

Bianca looked up at me with a triumphant grin on her face, pointing at me and gesturing at my t-shirt with her finger. "Top comes off Evans". I let out a sigh and grinned at her, "You know you're not going to win this" I said as I pulled my top over my head, watching as she tilted her head and not-so-subtly checked out my abs. "Take a photo sweetheart it will last longer" I commented cheekily, picking up the cup of beer and swallowing noisily.

"Sue me. How often does a girl get to be in the same room with a shirtless Captain America?" Bianca said shrugging her shoulders and clicking her tongue, "I'll look all I like thank you very much". I watched as she swung her hips and sang along to the Aerosmith song that was currently playing from the speakers, bending over to retrieve a ball from the floor - I grinned, I loved that she was a big music fan just like me. "And anyway, don't act like you haven't been looking at my boobs" she added as she stood back up, sticking out her tongue and bouncing the ball against the table.

"It's kind of hard not to look, you're so fuckin' sexy. You're driving me insane here". I watched her lips part into a smile, a blush creeping up her cheeks as her eyes traveled up my torso and landed on my face. "I could say exactly the same thing about you" she replied softly, tilting her head and smiling at me, my insides instantly going crazy for her.

I picked up the ball and aimed, yelling out in frustration as it bounced against the rim of one of the cups and rolled off onto the floor. Bianca laughed and bent over to pick up the ball, her body still moving along sexily to the beat of the music. I exhaled loudly, she was driving me absolutely wild.

I couldn't help but stare at her chest as she danced, her boobs softly bouncing in her lacy bra every time that she moved. I so badly wanted to take off her bra and press my mouth all over her skin, wanting even more so to peel her out of her skirt - it was the only thing keeping me from seeing her curvy ass. It was like I was starving and someone had put a giant plate of food in front of me but had told me that I couldn't eat it yet. I could see it and smell it right in front of me, but it was just out of reach.

Bianca threw the ball, the both of us watching in anticipation as it flew through the air and landed perfectly in one of the cups in front of me. I dropped my head back in frustration and let out a deep groan - this was not happening, I was supposed to be the one beating her. Bianca grinned at me from across the table and put her hands on her hips, an expectant look on her face as she waited for me to take of my pants.

"This isn't right, I'm supposed to be winning here" I exclaimed with a frown, undoing my belt and pulling down the zip of my jeans. "Yeah, yeah, take those jeans off buddy. You're old remember, probably haven't done this for a while. We'll just pretend that your lack of skill is just you being out of practice" Bianca quipped with a cheeky grin, running her hands through her hair and looking over at me. I laughed at her comment and shook my head, looking down at the floor as I pushed down my jeans.

Bianca's POV:

I swallowed thickly as I looked across at Chris, standing in only his tight, grey trunks my mind going momentarily blank. Any minute now my ovaries are going to explode. He is literally, sex on legs. For a moment I couldn't help but think how incredibly lucky I was, how many million women around the world would kill to be me right now. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would be in the position I was in right now.