Warnings: public sex, protected sex, riding kink, language
After high school, I started working at my mom's realty office. It only took a few months for me to get my license. By then, I had already sold three houses. I quickly became one of my mom's best agents. I've watched her sell houses my entire life. It wasn't hard to duplicate what she did.
I was in the middle of showing the couple the kitchen moldings when the door opened.
"I'll be right with you," I called.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said, his voice dark. That would've been innocent to anyone who didn't know Steve Harrington. Not to me. To me, he wants something and it was clear what he wanted – me.
As I finished showing the couple the house, I felt Steve's eyes follow me around. Every time I looked at him, he had nothing but lust in his eyes. I could tell that all he wanted was to tear my clothes off. And I desperately wanted him to.
The second my client left and the door shut behind them, I dropped my planner and ran over to Steve. He laughed as he caught me. I pressed my lips to his, him instantly kissing me back. He wrapped my legs around his waist and he took a few steps backward until we got to the couch. I smirked against his lips as he sat down with me on his lap.
Our tongues fought for dominance as I rocked my hips against his. I moaned when he put his hands on my thighs, slowly pushing my skirt up my legs.
"You've been working so much," he moaned against my lips.
"I'm sorry," I moaned back. "But the market. . ."
"Forget the market and focus on me," he pouted, breaking the kiss. I smirked at him as I reached down and slowly started undoing his pants. He lifted his hips, allowing me to slide his jeans down. I made him moan as I sat up just to roughly bring my hips down to his.
"That's it," he swore under his breath. I pressed my lips back to his as we continued to grind down against each other.
"Steve," I moaned. "Baby, I have another showing in half an hour."
"That gives us half an hour."
I gasped when he ripped off my underwear and moved my hips so he could push into me. With his hands tightly gripping my waist, I rode him. We started breathing heavily as our movements became sharper and longer.
As our hips moved against each other, our moans got louder with each thrust. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I continued riding him as I reached up and unbuttoned my shirt. Steve chewed on his lip as I slowly revealed that I was wearing his favorite bra. It was see-through lace and unhooked in the front.
I gasped, instantly laughing as he put his hands on my shoulder blades and brought my chest to his face. I took a shaky breath as he started biting the skin that was poking out behind my bra. He licked and bit, licked and bit. All the while, massaging my shoulder blades. As he chewed on me, I continued to ride him.
"Steve," I moaned as he found the clasp and started working at it with his teeth. "Shirtless," I gasped. "Get shirtless. Now."
"Yes, ma'am." He grunted as he finally pulled away from me. I continued to bounce on him as he tore off his shirt. He started to lay us down, but I stopped him.
"Na-ah," I teased. "We're staying right where we are, baby."
"Then keep going."
"Weren't you doing something?" I asked, innocently poking my chest out.
Steve smirked before putting his lips back on my chest. I breathed shakily as he struggled to unclasp my bra. I moaned when it finally popped open.
"There we go," I moaned.
The second it was open, Steve wrapped his lips around my breast. I put my hand on the back of his neck, pushing him more against my chest. For a brief second, I forgot that I was supposed to be pleasuring him. As I went back to it, he bit my breast.
"Oh baby," he moaned against my chest. "This feels so good, baby girl."
"I'm glad you like it," I said shakily. The more I rocked my hips, the shakier my legs got. Right as we were about to peak, I stood up.
"What are you doing?" He pouted, breathing heavily.
Steve smirked, excitement burning in his eyes as I leaned forward and grabbed the blanket that was draped across the back of the couch behind him. I ignored his pout as I climbed off his lap and wrapped the blanket around me.
"Grab our clothes," I smirked. "And then come find me."
* * * * *
We let out loud moans as we reached our peaks. Steve rolled off of me, both of us struggling to catch our breaths.
"We should really break in the beds at your houses more often," he joked as he grabbed my hand and pulled me back into his chest.
"Are you kidding?" I scoffed. "If my Mom found out my boyfriend was sneaking over and we were having sex in the beds, she'd kill me."
"But you enjoyed it, right?" He teased as his hands got a little too low.
I held back my moan as he squeezed my ass. Steve laughed as he rolled us so I was on top of him. I rubbed my chest against his as he massaged my ass.
I put my hands by his head and slid my body down his. He moaned as I slipped him into me. The second I pushed him into me, he rolled us over. We laughed as we started what we just finished.
"Miss Y/L/N?"
"Shit," I giggled. "That's my four o'clock."
"Are you here?" The wife called out.
"I'll be right down!" I called back.
I stood up and quickly got out of bed. I grabbed my clothes and started getting dressed as fastly as I could. I looked over my shoulder and blushed when I saw Steve still in bed, the blanket barely covering him.
"You need to sneak out," I smirked. "They're gonna wanna see the master bedroom."
"Or you could tell them you already have a buyer," Steve said slowly as he got out of bed.
"What buyer?" I laughed as I finished getting dressed. "It barely went on the market and I've only shown it to the guy who looks more at me than at the house and a couple who is thinking about moving but probably won't."
I turned toward him, my breath getting caught in my throat. And not because he was only in his boxers. The look on his face was a soft smile.
"You do have a buyer," he whispered as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest.
"Steve," I said, his name getting stuck in my throat.
"What if I bought the house," he said slowly, "for us?"
"Are you. . . Are you serious?" I stuttered.
"Of course," he smiled as he tightened his arms around my waist. "I love you, Y/N. This house would be perfect for us. For our life."
"I love you too, Steve," I said with happy tears streaming down my face. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I instantly felt his smile as he sweetly kissed me. Before we could get too lost in the kiss, the woman called out again.
"Hello?"
"So sorry, Mrs. Hendricks," I called back. "I'm finishing up with another couple. I'll be right down."
I looked up to see Steve nervously chewing his bottom lip as he waited for my response. "Get dressed," I whispered. "I have to show them around. Once they're gone, we'll fill out the paperwork."
"Or you can tell them you have a buyer and come back to our room," he chuckled, his voice darkening. "We could celebrate."
The way he said that gave me goosebumps. He started to lean in for another kiss, but I forced myself to stop him.
"Can you make our bed, babe?" I asked. "I still have to show our bedroom to my prospective client."
"But. . ." He started to say.
"I'll give them the "I have a date with my boyfriend and don't want to be late" tour," I said to reassure him, "then we can celebrate."
This time when Steve leaned in to kiss me, I didn't stop him. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him. He responded by wrapping his arms around my waist. Our lips started to move quicker and messily in sync as things started to speed up.
"We really need to stop," I whispered, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily.
"I know," Steve chuckled. "I'll clean up here. You go take care of your client."
He kissed me softly before turning around and finishing getting dressed. I straightened my clothes before heading downstairs. Steve jogged over and grabbed my hand. He spun me around and pulled me into his chest.
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispered. "Right here."
"Right here," I whispered back. "Forever?"
"Forever."