𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬 ❺

By elcapitan_rogers

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𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘤... More

~INTRODUCTION~
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31 (END)
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Chapter 10

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By elcapitan_rogers

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗


Aww, shit.

Steve groaned as he opened his eyes to find himself with a terrible headache. He realized that he'd just had a dream about him fucking Natasha again. He dreamed about himself buried deep inside her, making Natasha scream his name. He was pounding hard until he filled her up heras they came together.

This is bad . Steve thought as he got out of bed. Then he saw the painting he'd painted last night, a nude portrait of Natasha. He stood up and hurried to find a place to hide it. He knew Tony and Clint might sniff around his stuff, and he didn’t want to answer their stupid questions.

Steve looked at the portrait one more time before hiding it among other neon paintings he'd made, thenheaded for a shower. An idea came up in his mind when he was taking a shower and Steve decided to call someone, pulling a strings so they could have a little private time together without someone bothering them.

Tony asked where he was going today, but Steve didn’t tell them anything, just left to pick Natasha up at her apartment. 

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Natasha was lying on her bed with Steve on top of her. They were in a heated of battle of teeth and tongue as they fought for the domination. He won as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, exploring every corner mouth.

“Steve…” she moaned as his lips ghosted down the side of her face to her neck. His hands skimmed over her exposed skin before cupping her breast. His fingers found her hard nipple and started to circle and pinch it, making her gasp out. Steve’s mouth followed suit and took her other nipple inside his hot mouth. “Bae…” she moaned, thrusting her breasts up.

Steve didn’t say anything in reply, just stared up at her reaction with his intense blue eyes, making her body burn up. When he'd had enough of her breasts, his lips traveled down her toned stomach and slowly down to her pussy, where he immediately thrust his tongue inside of her. Her whole body jolted at the extreme pleasure, shivers shooting up her spine.

“Steve! Oh fuck!” she shouted when Steve thrust his fingers inside her, while his tongue still lapping at her clit. Natasha rocked back against his hand, fucking herself with his fingers while her hand carding in his hair. Her body fluids dripped down his hand.

“Yes…” she sighed breathlessly as he fingered her faster, making sure to hit the same spot while licking vigorously at her clit. “Gonna come…bae…there…right there.” She breathed quickly in shallow gasps that caught in her throat. When his fingers grazed at the same sensitive spot and his tongue licked at her clit one too many times, she couldn’t hold it anymore. “Steve!” she shouted his name as she came.

“Shit!” Natasha shouted as she opened her eyes, finding herself alone in her bedroom without Steve on top of her.

It was all just a dream.

She was stunned for a second, realizing that she'd just had a wet dream. It amazed her how her dirty mind could come up with a scenario like this.

“Aw, shit.” She groaned as she felt the wetness between her thighs. How the hell   did this happen? Nat asked herself again. What does this mean? WHY THE HELL HAD SHE DREAMT ABOUT THIS?

God help us both.

She slowly got up from her bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower, all the while thinking about what had just happened. It might've been the consequences from last night, when he'd dropped her off and they were making out in the hallway.

Just stop thinking about Steve and everything will be fine . She thought before sighing. Yeah, like that could happen. He already swum in   through your mind like every moment of the day.

Shit!

Romanoff, stop thinking and act on your feelings!

Fine! She would act on her feelings. She didn’t give a fuck about the consequences anymore.

Natasha stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her body. She walked out of her bathroom and jumped out of her skin when she found Steve in her kitchen.

“SHIT!!” she shouted and met with Steve jumped out of his skin, dropping the pan in his hand.

“Hey, bae.” he greeted.

“What the hell are you doing here this early?!!!”

“I just stop for some groceries and I will cooked you breakfast.” he replied innocently.

An awkward silence fell around them as they noticed them staring at each other. Steve’s eyes fell on her almost exposed body, burning and darkening with lust that made Nat shiver. It made her wonder of what was going on in his mind.   Did he feel the same? That they should just tear each other ’s clothes off and do it right here, right now, to get rid of all the tension inside them ?

Steve wanted to turn away because it wasn’t nice to stare at people, especially someone almost naked. Even though she was beautiful and sexy like Natasha. He just stood there, completely immobile. His mind was on overdrive, and he was thinking whether he should just take her right there.

It ended up with them staring each other and doing nothing. Steve coughed and turned back to pick up the pan from the floor, and Natasha snapped herself out of her reverie. She turned and ran into her bedroom to get dressed. When she came back again, Steve had already finished with the cooking.

“I have you some waffles.” He said, and avoiding looking at her.

“Morning.” She greeted, and stepping closer to Steve and kissing his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“That doesn’t count as a kiss, right?” he asked with a little bit of a smile.

“Nah, that doesn't count. It's only on the lips that count.”

Steve smiled and placed the plate in front of her. It was a peaceful morning without any sexual tension occurring.

“So…what should we do today?” Natasha asked. “I basically have no idea today.”

“Don’t worry. I have an idea.”

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“Really? Shark Reef?” She asked when he pulled over in front of Mandalay Bay.

“What? I like it here. Don’t judge me.” He said. “I've loved aquariums since I was a kid.”

“Wow…you’re a giant baby.” She teased. 

“I also pulled some strings, so we will have a little private time together for as long as we want, and no one will bother us.”

“Are you planning on murder or something?” Nat asked. “Oh! You won’t do it because you love me.” 

Steve smiled fondly at the woman and pulled her closer to kiss on the temple. “Yeah, I love you, bae.”

Steve took her hand and led her inside the aquarium where he met with the staff whom he'd contacted this morning.

“Here is your ticket, Mr. Rogers. Show these tickets to the staff when you want anything, and they will give it to you.”

“Thank you.”

The manger showed them the way in and left them to do the exploring by themselves. Steve brought along the sketchpad Nat gave him in case he got inspiration. The aquarium was very beautiful and filled with lots of marine life from different species. Steve and Nat sat down in one spacious exhibition. He began to make a rough sketch containing Natasha standing with her back to him in front of the giant glass tank.

She was so beautiful and he needed to capture every moment. She was something magical .

Nat came back to sit next to him and found that he was drawing a picture of her. She kissed his cheek and told him that she would keep the sketch— every sketch that he made, to be precise.

“I will give you the scrapbook. It's only fair if you give me something before you leave too. You know—something in exchange.” She spoke up.

Steve turned away from the sketch to look at her and smiled. “Anything you want, bae.” He replied and leaned in to kiss her temple. “You know I will give you everything I can.”

“That was really sweet of you.”

“Maybe we should move on to the next exhibition.” He suggested.

“Yeah, we should. It has a lot of interesting things to see.”

They went to another zone, which provided them with a panoramic view of the underwater scenery. Steve was like a little child on Christmas as he stepped closer to the tank, all the while never took his hand off hers.

“I can’t remember the last time I visited the aquarium, but it was a very long time ago.” He told her.

“You better keep all those smiles to yourself, Rogers. People will think that you are crazy, because no grown ass man gets excited about an aquarium.”

Steve grinned. “I can’t help it. I’m happy.”

It was all good for them until Steve realized that he'd forgotten something— his fear of sharks .

“Argh!” He half screamed,jumping away from the glass tank when sharks appeared out of nowhere swimming near him.

Of course, Natasha laughed her ass off.

“Damn it, I forget about my shark phobia.” He muttered as he tried to gather his composure.

“For a guy this big, you are a complete baby.” She laughed. “Why are you afraid of sharks?”

“I don’t want to reveal my biggest secret to you.” He replied. “It's my second biggest secret.”

Natasha stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his waist, smiling seductively at her man. “Your secret is safe with me, bae.” She reassured him. “You can tell me if you want to.”

Steve sighed, because there was no way that he could resist her request. “It was when I was five years old. Mom took me and my childhood BFF, James, to the swimming pool. James and I were swimming in the kids pool, and I found a rubber shark about 1 foot long under the water. We thought it was a real shark and jumped out of the pool. My mom had to pick it out of the water for us to make us go back in the water.”

“Awwww. That was so cute.” She said. “Awwwwwww.”

“Don’t ‘Aww’! It’s embarrassing.” He cried.

She smiled and held him tighter. “You’re safe with me, bae. I will protect you from all these sharks like the queen of the sea I am.”

Steve laughed at the title she gave to herself, but deep down he knew Natasha could conquer everything if she set her eyes on it. Steve kissed the top of her head lovingly.

“I will go get us something to drink, okay? You stay here and do the sketch.” Nat told him when she pulled away from the embrace.

“Okay, I will wait here. If you need anything, just call me.”

“Be right back, bae.”

Steve watched as Natasha walked away before flipping the paper so he could do a new sketch. He couldn’t come up with anything anyways, because his mind was already somewhere else. Someone had taken his attention away from the work, and that someone was Natasha.

He couldn’t concentrate, knowing that she wasn’t with him.

Blue eyes trained back on his girl and found Natasha at the drink kiosk.  He also noticed that there was a group of men gravitating around her, paying attention to her. They were checking his girl out, and blood started to boil inside of him. He would keep his eyes close in case something happened.

One man was brave enough to approach and openly hit on her. She managed to throw him off by just a deadly glare, but more still wanted to try their luck with the most beautiful woman they'd ever seen. But Nat, being Nat, was mean to everyone that hit on her in order to shake them off and scare the shit out of them.

When it started to become a bit unbearable, she abandoned the line of the kiosk to go back to Steve and sunk herself down on to his laps, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him at the corner of his lips.

“Did that count?” He murmured.

“No.”

“What was all this about?”

“Just want to lose some unwanted company. Maybe it is time for us to go to that private section.” She said.

“Of course.”

He took her hand and led her to the private section, where the staff had secured for them as long as they wanted. The staff closed the door behind them and left the couple to the amazing view on the underwater environment of the main tank. Schools of fishes swam by one after another, followed by a group of sting rays and green sea turtles.

“Wow.” This time Nat was the one who was enchanted by the sight in front of her.

They were at the bottom of the tank, and when they looked up, they could see thousands of marine lives above their head. The couple stood next to each other as they looked around excitedly.

“You like it?” Steve asked.

“Yeah.” Nat smiled at him. “I never had the chance to have a whole room to myself like this.”

“I’m glad that I can make you happy.”

Natasha was about to tell him that he'd been cute and so sweet to her today— if his next sentence hadn't thrown everything out of the window.

“I like you being a little firecracker.” He spoke up and Nat snorted. “You know what you remind me of?”

“What is it?”

“A shark.”

“Care to explain?”

“You snapped at everyone who came near you, annoying you and you looked fierce, the same why as a shark.” He explained.

Natasha grinned and turned around to face him, carefully stepping closer until their faces were only inches away.

“If I am a shark, are you afraid of me, Mr. Rogers? Because I am just as unpredictable as one.”

“Well, it’s not like you’re going to bite me or something—Ouch!” Steve yelped as Nat bit him on the neck.

“That’s just the warning, Rogers.” She said. “By the way, you are the shark.”

“Hmm?”

“With that short and stiff tongue of yours…”

“Huh, I’m not a shark. I can’t be related to sharks, because my tongue isn’t short and stiff. You are out of your mind, bae.”

“Yeah you are.”

“My tongue is obviously superior.” He replied. “ And my tongue seemed to pleasure you just fine.”

Nat snorted. “I genuinely believe that it was a one time thing. You’re just lucky.”

Steve raised his eyebrow at her, eyes darkening as his expression changed in the most dangerous way. She backed away, seeing the look in his eyes while Steve stalked closer until her back was against the tank, feeling helpless as he trapped her with his large frame and big arms.

“Your argument is invalid, bae.” He insisted. “Because my tongue is way better and I recall that it got you off two times that night.”

“I still believe it was just one time thing.”

His eyes gleamed mischievously as he leaned closer to ear. “Do you want proof?”

Nat held her breath when Steve lightly nibbled her earlobe. Steve grinned at her reaction and continued to seduce her.

“Remember the first night we met, you were trying to seduce me…coaxed me into doing what you wanted. You did a number on me, darling. When we kissed and you moaned into my mouth…that was such a turn on for me…” His hands grabbed her wrists before pinning them above her head with one hand. “Then you asked me to taste you…” He kissed her neck, keeping his hot breath mingling on her skin. Nat whimpered. "And I did just that…tasted the paint on your body and made you moan.” Natasha started to breathe hard. “You tasted so good, the paint couldn’t compare to the taste of you when I put my mouth on your pussy, eating you up. You were dripping wet…”

Natasha moaned aloud when he pressed his legs a little tighter between hers. She struggled to free her hands, but his iron grip secured them in place. “Bae…” She moaned uncontrollably.

“You screamed pretty hard, and I love how you squirted on my face…covered my face with all your sweet juices…yeah…bae…you tasted so good…”

Steve pulled away to look at her expression. He smirked when he found that her face was a deep red. She was panting hard, lips quivering. He would've kissed her right there, but he had something else to do. He would wind her up the way she'd done to him.

“Now close your eyes, bae.” he ordered as he kept an iron grip on her wrists, pinning them against the glass. “Listen to me…”

Nat squirmed as Steve brought his lips down to her neck, lightly ghosting them in a way that made Natasha want more. She arched herself up against him, making him feel the heat radiating off of her body, only to feel the same heat coming off of him.

“I can do what we did that night…right here and now. I don’t care if anyone sees us doing it. I would be damn sure to give them a show that they would remember for the rest of their lives.” He whispered in her ear. “I would keep kissing my way down your body, start peeling off our clothes until you were naked before my eyes. I would spread you open with my fingers before putting my mouth on your pussy.” He felt her chest heaving against his own, a few loose moans coming out of her lips. He knew how turned on she already was. “Oh…darling, I would love to eat you out. I could do it all day.” Natasha squeezed her legs tightly together. Her eyes were shut tightly as she rested her head on his shoulder, moaning uncontrollably as the images filled her head. “I’m licking your clit, making you scream, making you beg for me to fuck you…but that would come later…much later. When you were good and wet from my mouth, then I'd touch your pussy.”

Steve released her hands to hike her legs up and wrap them around his waist, pressing himself against her center. She could feel how hard he already was before he slowly rubbed himself up and down her pussy, making her whimper. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she tried really hard to breathe.

His hands lifted the hem of her shirt up,revealing her lacy bra. Her chest was heaving, making her breasts practically spill out of it. It was Steve turned to moan, trying to control himself. He made sure to press her bare back against the cold surface of the glass. His thumbs lightly brushed on the bare skin of her hips, eliciting another moan from her.

“I bet I could make you come just from rubbing your clit, but it would be too easy. I wouldn’t let you come that easily. I've got so many things to prove to you. I would put my fingers inside of you, fucking you with my mouth and fingers at the same time. My fingers would go so deep inside of you...” He laughed sexily. “But just so you know…not as deep as my cock would go. It would go so deep, you would scream.” Nat moaned again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her soft lips started kissing his neck. “But that would come after…after I make you beg for me to fuck you.”

Natasha whimpered and squirmed helplessly in his arms. Her imagination ran wild just by the words he was filling her head with. Her heart pounded so hard she feared it would come out of her chest.

“After you came with my mouth, I would drag you back to my hotel and I would have my way with you. I might tie you up to the headboard. I could fuck you against the wall. I could starve you off and not let you come. Oh, darling, I have so many things I would love to do to you.” He nibbled her ear. “Or maybe we could fuck in a public place, knowing someone might walk in on us anytime.” Natasha moaned in response at the vivid images he filled her head with. Steve chuckled. "Oh that...never pegged you for that type."

“Steve….”

“Yes, I will fuck you like that one day, huh? What do you think? I know you would love it as much as I do.”

“Yes…”

The warmth from his body suddenly faded away. Natasha snapped her eyes open to see Steve pulling away from her. Her eyes widened; she wasn’t ready for him to leave her like this. He let her legs down and started to step away from her.

Before Natasha could think it through, she pulled Steve back and kissed him hard. He pressed her up against the glass again, only to pull away to look into her eyes. Natasha lunged forward to kiss him again.

This time, there was no holding back between either of them. Steve slipped his tongue inside her mouth, making Nat moan and buck her hips against his crotch. Steve mouthed his lips on her neck, sucking hard and biting with his teeth, leaving a series of purple marks on her soft skin. His hands traveled down her bare side, sending another wave of shivers down her spine. His hand went to the front of her jeans and slowly unbuttoned them, shrugging them down before slipping his hand inside her panties.

He groaned against her lips. “Fuck…Nat…You’re soaking wet. You’re turned on, aren’t you?”

But Natasha had no time to reply to his stupid question,pulling Steve in for another passionate kiss. His fingers spread her folds open and quickly slipped two fingers inside her core, alternating between scissoring her insides and thrusting in and out of her. Steve occasionally ground his palm against her clit.

“Steve…” she moaned, but he absorbed it by covering her luscious lips with his.

Steve started to circle his thumb on her clit, rubbing the swollen flesh slowly. Her moans turned into short gasps. Natasha arched her hips, wanting more of his beautiful torture. Steve moved his fingers faster on her clit, while pumping his fingers in and out of her. Natasha was squirming and screaming, resulting in another hard kiss from Steve.

“Yes! Arh!" She bit on his lower lip when Steve pulled his fingers out of her to take her clit between his fingers, lightly squeezing it. "Steve please!" Natasha gripped on his hair as she begged for more. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck!"

“See…you're already begging.” He pulled away with a shit eating grin on his lips. He put three fingers back inside her this time and fucked her hard, the wet sounds making his cock jump. He crooked his fingers and stroked that spot, sending waves of pleasure rushing all over her body. She pulsed around his fingers and he knew she was close.

“That’s it, bae…keep going.” she moaned.

He loved the way her pussy clung to him when he pulled out, as if it didn't want to let him go. He pushed his fingers back in and rubbed his thumb at her clit. Natasha arched her back at the same time Steve pulled his finger out of her. He stepped away and let Natasha lean against the glass, looking like she couldn’t even stand on her feet. Natasha put her hand on the glass tank to keep herself up, opening her eyes to see Steve licking his fingers, covered by her juices.

“You taste so good, bae.” he said. “Just like I remember.”

She   couldn't fucking believe it! Nat muttered in her mind. She couldn’t believe that he would leave her hanging on the edge like that. Not to mention that he was licking her juices from his fingers. He looked so damn smug that she really wanted to punch his pretty face.

“Damn you, Rogers.” She panted, trying very hard to gather her wrecked self.

“What? Don’t tell me you really wanted me to go all the way and give all the fish a heart attack?” he sassed back. Natasha had to fight off the urge to punch him in the face. “They are endangered species, Romanoff.”

“Shut up.”

Steve grinned. “Come on. I will help you.”

He stepped closer and helped her button her jeans, teasingly grazing his knuckle against her folds again. Natasha trembled and weakly hit in the arm, cursing something in Russian at him. Steve kissed her.

“I don’t know what that means, but it sound so sexy.” He murmured against her lips.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“There's a shark above your head!”

“That’s not going to work.” He laughed. “Besides, the queen of the sea is protecting me.”

“And she’s lifting her protection!”

“Aww, bae….”

“Don’t bae me. I’m mad at you.”

“Don’t be mad, Nat.” He kissed her again. “Come on. We still have a lot of things to do and I'll allow you to make jokes at me as much as you want.”

“I’m counting on it.”

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Steve and Natasha made sure to never mention anything sexual again the rest of the time they spent in the aquarium. They pretended like nothing happened, but inside their minds, the memories were still flooding. Steve avoided making unnecessary eye contact, and Natasha avoided touching him in any way, even though all she wanted to do was to throw herself into his arms, kissing and fucking him.

When they finished walking around the aquarium, Steve took her to have lunch at the restaurant in the hotel. Nat lied to him that she had to go back to her apartment to get ready for the stripper job. She would take two shifts today. He was whining when she told him that, but he dropped her off at her apartment anyways.

She kissed him goodbye and got out of his car.

She had to stay away from him. They were so close to fucking each other’s brains out, and they needed some space away from each other to cool off. When she was inside her apartment, she made sure to lock down so she could have privacy to herself. Natasha sunk down onto the couch, trying to recall everything about what had happened at the aquarium.

Shit! They were   treading a thin line here . That was just so close. She thought. And what was up with how turned on she was?  Just a mere thought about him fucking her in a public place made her so wet. What the fuck, Romanoff?

But Steve was so good at dirty talking,  Not to mention how wonderful his fingers were.

STOP THINKING ABOUT STEVE ROGERS RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, ROMANOFF! For your own sake!

Nat sighed before getting up and going to the bathroom to freshen up. That was when she noticed how many hickeys Steve had left on her body. She also found a bruise in the shape of his hand on her hips.

She couldn’t go to work again! Lucky for her, she'd won half of the jackpot with Steve a couple of nights ago, so she was basically a billionaire now. Nat washed herself before calling Maria.

“Hey, Maria…I can’t come in today. Can you tell the boss for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Maria told her. “I have half an hour left on my shift. I will stop by at your apartment, we can hang out tonight if you feel like it.”

“Hell yeah! I have a lot to talk to you about, too.”

“Our usual club then.”

“Yeah, see you soon, Maria.”

Natasha went back to completely having nothing to do again. Life was dull because Steve wasn't there with her. She missed him, but she had to stay away from him. She knew that she was about to go crazy any minute now and what was up with the heat that pooling in her belly anyways?

The mere thought of Steve's lips on her body was enough to stir another storm inside her. God! She was horny for him, really?

Steve’s mouth on her neck was the most blissful and arousing thing she'd ever felt on her skin. The way he sucked and bit on her skin was laced with pleasure, lust, and...  possessiveness? Yes, he was very possessive of her. She knew this because of the way he looked at her when she was away from him, or the way he held her hand, or when another man came close to her.

She never thought that he would have the courage to do that to her. In a public place? It was an extreme turn on for her too, and with all of the dirty talking, Steve was indeed a natural. How could a guy have a whole package like this? Sharon was a lucky girl.

Before Nat realized what she was doing, her hands started to roam all over her body, trying to imagine they were Steve’s rough hands on her. She touched her breast and her other hand traveled down to her pussy. She was desperate to know what it was like to have an orgasm with his cock inside her. She really needed to know.

Ding Dong!

“Shit!” Natasha snapped out of her deep thoughts and rushed to open the door for Maria. “Coming!”

Nat swung the door open and found her best friend.

“Hey, girl!” Maria greeted. “Wow! He left you lots of marks.” Her eyes looked at her neck.

Nat blushed. “Yeah, we….” The redhead shook her head. “Come in and I will tell you.”

Maria came in and settled down on the couch. “So…care to tell me about you and him?”

“Well, his name is Steve, as you know, he happens to be one of my clients. His friend hired me 9 days ago.”

“So you’re banging your customer now.”

“You know that I don’t do that, but this guy is different than the others. And for the record, we are not banging!”

“You can’t blame me, girl. With all those hickeys and amount of time you didn’t come to work I knew it must be him.”

“Shit, you know me too well.”

Maria’s eyes widened with interest and excitement. “Is he good in the sack?”

“Well, he’s good with his tongue, but we never really did it.” Nat blushed again when she thought about how he went down on her the first night, and Maria was sharp enough to see through it.

“Oh my! Nat, you’re blushing.” Maria laughed. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you blush!”

“I’m glad that I can amuse you, Maria.” Nat glared at her friend.

“I’m happy as long as he makes you happy, darling. I won’t get in your way.”

“I think he’s also kinky as fuck too.” Nat said.

“I’m sure he is.”

It ended up with them chatting about how kinky Steve could be and whether or not he would really do it with Nat or any girl. Then Nat told Maria about how he complained about his fiancée and their lame sex life.

“She’s one stuck up bitch. I'll tell you that.” Maria said.

“I know. I just…really don’t know why a great guy like him ended up with her.”

“I still insist, Nat. You should steal him.”

Until these days, Natasha had been contemplating that too. It would be nice to be Steve’s girl though. It would be a real privilege to have this amazing man as hers.

“Shit! I think it’s time for us to head out and have some fun!” Maria said as she looked at her watch.

“Let me go get changed.”

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Steve came back to the hotel, only to find Clint and Tony ransacking his room while Bruce and Thor just stood in his room in disapproval.

“What the hell are you guys doing in my room?” Steve narrowed his eyes.

“It was Tony and Clint’s idea.” Bruce said.

“We just want to take a look at your art, Rogers.” Tony told. “I want first dibs on your new work.”

“They are not for sale.” Steve replied with a cold, murderous glare.

Of course, Tony being Tony, completely ignored Steve and went on to the next pile of art, which was the one that Steve had hidden Natasha’s nude portrait in.

“Hey, what’s this?” Tony reached for the painting.

“Tony, don’t touch that if you value your life.” Steve warned.

This time, Tony looked into Steve’s eyes, seeing that the artist wasn’t bluffing about this. Steve was prepared to break Tony’s fingers if the billionaire laid his hands on the painting.

“Fine, but you have to hit the club with us tonight, or else I will continue to ransack your things.”

“And you know I will break your fingers into a million pieces.”

“Fine. I will let you stay with your little secret, but you will party with us tonight.”

“Whatever. Just come get me when you guys are ready.” Steve said. “I have work to do.”

The guys left Steve alone inside his suite to his work. Steve began to work on another painting of Natasha. He seriously couldn’t take his mind off of her. It was like he spent every waking moment thinking about her lately.

Everyone could clearly see it if they saw his works. How much this woman occupied his mind, making him crazy. Crazy about her.

This morning was just more proof that they were attracted to one another on every level. Their sexual frustration was at the tipping point. It would break soon, but he hoped it would come much later. He wanted to know more about her as a friend, not jumping to lovers—but that would just lying to himself.

Of course, they both will explode soon. It was only a matter of time and control.

Steve sighed and began to paint, losing himself into his work, forgetting the time and place. It was just him and his vivid memories of Natasha Romanoff.

“Nice work, bro.” Clint’s voice sounded behind Steve. “Who’s the redhead?”

“I just needed some red to contrast with all the blue in this paint, Clint.” Steve shot back.

“She looks familiar. Like I saw her before.” Clint noted. “But whatever you say. The guys sent me to get you. We will leave in 20 minutes.”

“Let me go cleaned up.”

Clint walked out of the room to give Steve some privacy. The artist cleaned himself up and changed his clothes before heading out with his friends. Tony boasted that it was the hottest club in Vegas, and he'd gotten them the VIP table.

It was crowded and loud, which Steve hated, but he'd made a promise to his friends—  so he wouldn't let them down. The host led the gang to the second floor where all the VIPs partied. The floor was filled with famous stars and celebrities. Everyone greeted Tony and hugged him. Clint and Thor got a warm greeting, but Steve and Bruce kept it as low key as they could.

Tony ordered the best champagne, Steve’s favorite whiskey and vodka, and Clint’s favorite beer. The guys were eyeing all the sexy girls in the club, but Steve could say that no one could compare to Natasha.

Steve’s eyes wondered around the club, trying to take his mind away from Natasha. Clint was now on the dance floor with a tall brunette, while Thor was talking to another brunette. Bruce and Tony were talking to a group of rich people. Among them was one of his patrons. His eyes drifted back to the dance floor and stopped at the bar.

He spotted the familiar person.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was walking toward the mysterious woman. The woman was drinking her whiskey, no doubt her favorite Lagavulin.

“You can put the lady’s drinks on my tab.” Steve told the bartender as he swooped in next to the woman.

“The lady can pay for her own drinks, sport.” She shot back, not even turning to look at him.

Steve smiled. “I insist, ma’am.”

The woman sat her glass down and turned to him with a bright smile on her face. Of course she would recognize the ‘ ma ’ am ’ thing anywhere—only her Steve used that term.

“You had to make a corny entrance, didn’t you?” she asked, an eyebrow quirked up at him.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked.

“What are you doing here?” Nat asked back

Steve sighed. “I’m here with my friends. They wanted me to party with them.”

“I’m here with my friend too, and she is now nowhere to be found.”

“You can join me and my friends if you want.”

“It would be lovely.”

Natasha took Steve’s hand and he led her back to the VIP zone. Steve could tell that pretty much everyone had their eyes on her so he kept he close and tightened his hold at her waist. Nat smiled because her bae was a possessive one. She found that it was cute when he had it under control.

“Guys, this is Natasha.” Steve introduced her to his friends again. “You might remember her.”

“Yeah, we do.” Tony wiggled his brows at Steve. “How could I forget her?”

Steve ignored his friend. “I invited her to join us tonight.”

“We accidentally bumped into one another on the dance floor.”

“Come on, let her join us!” Clint said and scooted closer to Thor to make a room for Steve and Nat. He was always fond of her more than anyone in the group.

It started off nicely, with a few drinks and a nice conversation without anyone ( Tony ) making any comment about her being a stripper or giving her an insult. Steve was prepared to smack someone in the head, though, because he would protect her honor the way his mother had raised him to.

It turned south really fast when Tony began to brag that he could hold his liquor better than anyone at the table.

“Pfff,” Natasha brushed him off. “You are not. I’m Russian and I can prove to you that I’m better in drinking than all of you.”

“My lady, I have to disagree with you. We, the Viking descendants, can hold our liquor better than Americans and Russians.”

“Challenge accepted!” Clint, Tony, and Natasha said in unison.

“Guys….” Steve sounded a warning but no one listened to him.

“I will stay out of this.” Bruce told them.

“Stevie, my friend. You will be our judge.” Tony said. “But you will not be biased.” He nodded at Natasha. “Considering you and her….”

Steve glared at the man. Tony ordered more alcohol for them because it would be a long night before one of them would fall. Steve sounded his concern again, but all of them shrugged it off. The first ten rounds would be three bottles of beers, then proceeding to ten shots of vodka. Tony began to ramble nonsense and stopped drinking when he hit the third shot of vodka.

“Tony’s out!” Steve announced.

“You suck, Tony!” Clint yelled in the billionaire’s face.

“Shut up!”

The rest of the drinkers turned back to drinking. Thor and Natasha still showed no signs of getting drunk, living up to their boasts. When they reached ninth shot of vodka. Clint gave up because there was still no sign that the Viking and the Russian were drunk.

Thor ordered rum and absinthe for the next stage. Again, Steve was trying to stop them but the two weren’t listening to him. They took out half a bottle of rum, then moved on to absinthe.

“Okay, now it’s time for both of you to stop.” Steve ordered. “Bruce, call the limo and help Tony out of here. Thor, you help Clint.”

Thor obliged to Steve’s command but one person still held tight to her shot of absinthe. "Nat, stop drinking."

She pouted. “But baeeeeee..."

“No. Stop now.” He grabbed her wrist and took the glass out of her hand. “Come on, bae. Get up. I will take you home.”

“And do me, amirite?” She asked, giggling uncontrollably.

Steve pulled her up, holding her by her waist and slowly getting her to the limo. Everyone was already inside the car. Tony and Clint were almost passed out. Natasha immediately climbed onto Steve’s laps and settled herself there, resting her head on the crook of his neck but still bubbling something nonsense in a mix of Russian and English.

Steve smiled at how adorable she was,not realizing that Thor and Bruce were paying attention at his reactions to the red head. They knew that Steve must be really fond of her, comfortable enough to let her that close to him. Not to mention how much he would have to trust her.

They were having a hard time getting back to the penthouse, but when they arrived, Bruce and Thor just dropped Clint and Tony on the couch and headed back to their rooms. Steve made sure that everyone was fine and helped Natasha up to his room.

“Hey, you should take a shower—Nat!” Steve yelped when he fell back onto his bed, Natasha straddling his waist. She was too fast for a person who was really drunk. Steve stared up to find Natasha smiling as she leaned closer to him.

Her fingers traced his jawline before cupping both sides of his face. “Bae, you’re so cute.” She giggled. “Aww, you even have dimples…what an adorable cutie patootie you are!” Steve blushed. He didn’t which point of drunkenness this was, but he wasn’t ready to handle this drunk Natasha. “I love you so much…did you know that? It's like you can be a really great boyfriend to every girl. Can you be my boyfriend? I would take you on a date and buy you flowers.” She stopped and laughed. “Oops! That’s what a man does when they go on a date.”

Steve laughed to. It was adorable to see Natasha like this. She was obviously in a state of drunk mind talking right now and nothing could stop her. Her hands now rested on his six pack, rubbing her hands against them.

“Wow! These are really hard, bae.” She noted as she pulled the hem of his shirt up to touch it directly. Steve’s muscles tensed up under her touch. “I would love to lick your six packs, bae.” She leaned down and place light kisses on his stomach, making Steve gasp. Her tongue darted out and slowly, sensually licked down the line of his muscle.

“Natasha…” Steve groaned and grabbed her upper arms, hoisting her up so her face was at the same level as his. “Stop it.”

“Hmm?” She placed her index fingers on his lips, leaning closer until their faces were inches away. “But I would really love to suck your cock rather than lick your abs. I bet you are really big, thick and long. I saw it but I can’t really remember. I would suck you off until you come in my mouth. I would love to taste you the same way you tasted me.” Steve swallowed hard when she glided her center against his crotch, making him hard that instant.

“Bae…please stop.” he asked, but he knew he had very little chance of reasoning with a drunk person.

“Uh-uhh…I’m not done with you yet, lover boy.” She slurred and started kissing the side of his face. Steve was about to lose his control any time now and take her right there. “You know what I really want to do with you…maybe we can fuck in a public place.” The mere thought of it sent shivers rippling through his body. “People might walk in on us anytime, but that would be such a turn on for me. You can fuck me hard, making me scream and I would have to keep quiet all the time. Maybe you can tease me and starve me off. I don’t know anything you couldn't do to me with your thick cock would make me scream, I guess.” She bit his earlobe teasingly. “Do me, bae.”

Steve looked up at her and gave her a shit eating grin. “I would love to do it all with you, bae. I would give it all to you.”

Nat smiled back. “Let’s do it now.”

She leaned in for a kiss, immediately slipping her tongue inside his mouth, making Steve groan. He threw self-righteousness out the window and let the animal in him loose. Steve flipped them over and got on top of Natasha. His hands slipped inside her t-shirt and the back of her neck, tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss. Natasha moaned and her legs came wrapping his hips, pulling him all the more closer to her.

The kiss turned into a heavy make out session that left them both burning up and panting when Steve pulled away to trail his lips down the side of her face and her neck before sucking it hard at her neck, biting, nibbling, licking and making sure to leave purple hickeys as often as he could. He had to make sure no one would ever touch her again. She was his and he was hers . He was so drunk with lust and her intoxicating scent and taste.

She moaned in his ear, thrusting her hips up uncontrollably, desperate for more friction between them. Steve left her neck after he was satisfied with the deep purple marks he'd put on her soft skin. Now he was doing the same things to her cleavage, hands groping her breasts in a hard squeeze, and his thumbs circling on her nipples through her clothes. Nat screamed his name at sensation, only fueling his animalistic lust.

"Do me, Steve. Give it to me good.” she purred.

Steve growled in response as he ripped her t-shirt apart in one pull. Nat mewled, as she was so turned on by his actions. Steve put his lips back on the skin of her toned stomach, licking around her belly button, making Natasha shivered and raked her nails through his hair. His lips stopped at her hip bone, gently sucking at the skin before giving it a sharp bite, making Natasha cry out at the sensation of pleasure and pain.

Her hips still rutted into him, urging him to keep heading down to the place where she wanted him the most. Steve slowly and tortuously dragged his lips and tongue toward her pussy, hands unbuttoning her jeans but using his teeth to unzip her. Nat breathed hard in anticipation. Steve pulled the jeans off and put his lips back to where they previously were. His hands were at the hem of her panties and ready to rip them off.

“Steve…please…” she breathlessly begged.

Steve froze before pulling away, leaving Natasha’s eyes wide. His control slowly came back because the gentle gene inside him was still there. It wasn’t right to take advantage of a drunk woman, especially Natasha, who trusted him with everything. This was a big mistake, but it was the only confirmation he needed: he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

He could wait for the right time. Everything had to be right and perfect if they do it.

She brought his hands back to her breasts. “Fuck me…please…”

Steve closed his eyes and held her in his arms. “After we take a shower, okay?”

She nodded eagerly and Steve slowly carried her inside the bathroom. Nat wrapped her arms around his neck and kissing his face. When he let her down on her feet, she stumbled so Steve had to hold her in his arms. The shower wouldn’t do, so he let her sit on the edge of the bathtub while he prepared the water. When the temperature was right, he let Natasha stand on her feet and slowly peeled off her clothes until she was naked before his eyes. He couldn’t help but roam his eyes all over her body. His blue eyes burned,making Natasha burn and blushed at the same time.

Her trembling hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and when his chest was left bare, he stopped her and got her in the tub.

“I will clean you up, bae. Stay still.”

“Why don’t you get in with me?”

“I have to clean you.”

“Come on in!”

She pulled him with all the strength she had. Steve tried to pull away, but he had to be careful not to hurt her. She got up and tripped over, falling into the tub. She laughed and flung herself against his body. Her hands went to his jeans. “Help me here, bae.”

Steve took off his jeans, leaving both naked. Natasha could feel this hard length poking at her inner thigh. She was tempting to put it inside of her, but his eyes showed his concern over her well-being.

“Let me help clean you up, Natasha.” he murmured, slowly turning her around until her back was against his chest.

He poured liquid soup on his hands and gently rubbed it all over her body. Natasha moaned when she felt his hands on her skin. When his hands cupped her breasts, Natasha arched her back and whimpered. Steve couldn’t resist it and kissed her neck, making her shiver all the more for it. She melted beneath the water and his touch. When his hand traveled down to her center, she leaned her head against his chest, breathing hard and humming in pleasure as her eyes closed.

Steve had to fight off every urge to finger her again. He quickly withdrew his hands when she was clean. She whined a little before yawning quietly. He quickly cleaned himself up as fast as he could without troubling her sleep.

He carried out of the tub and dried her off. He laid her on the bed before putting his shirt on for her. He adjusted her so she could sleep comfortably before draping the blanket over her.

“Good night, bae.”

She smiled and hummed happily. He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her until he was sure she was in a deep sleep, Steve got up and put on sleepwear before settling himself down on the couch.

He chose to sleep on the couch even though his bed was big enough for both of them. He chose the couch because he knew what might happened if they were too close— they would lose control every time.

He wanted her, but this wasn’t the right time. Steve knew now. He would not hold back if the time came. He would go all the way with her.

Calm down, Steve , and go to sleep. He thought as he closed his eyes.

But by the time he started to drift off to dreamland, something flopped down on top of him, making Steve snap his eyes open. It was Natasha, snuggling up with him by wrapping her arms around him. She was already half asleep and it made Steve smile.

“Bae, hold me.” She mumbled.

“Okay” he replied,and kissed her temple, wrapping his arms around her.

“Night night.” Nat lifted her head up and pecked at his lips before settling down at the same comfortable spot.

“Goodnight, darling.”

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