*A Chris Evans fan fic*
While on a quick weekend getaway, Chris meets a local girl
Warnings: Language, Adult Situations, Rough sex, forced oral sex, penetration, condoms
Word Count: 1186
She almost wishes he’d slow down and let up a bit in order for her to enjoy and savor their sexual escapades a bit more. Everything just seems to be moving so fast, and I wanna remember it all, she thinks as her tits bounce with each thrust he delivers.
On the edge of his hotel bed, one ass cheek practically hanging off, one leg dangling to the floor, the other caught in the crook of his arm , Chris increases his invasions into her welcoming hole. Sounds of their sex fill the air and neither are too concerned if the neighbors will hear them. It’s early evening and most of the guests are still sight-seeing or out to dinner.
Just as quickly as he charges into her, he pulls out, shifting his position and sticks his covered cock in her face. “I want you to take it,” he growls, but she also hears the underlying request, as though she has the power to choose. Who would say no to Captain America?
She wraps her lips around his thick piece, tasting herself on him, a smile forming at the flavored condom they’d joked about purchasing. The damn thing even smells like strawberries…In disbelief, she shakes her head back and forth, moving him from side to side and adding a gentle hum for his benefit.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” Chris offers seductively as he grips her hair holding her still as he strikes in and out for his own pleasure before letting her free to lick him like a lollipop again. Pulling him in as deeply as she can she hears his gasp, and reaches to massage his Adonis, running her fingers up through the faint hairs on his lower abs.
Pulling out with a pop, he enjoys the “oh” shape her mouth creates and leans to kiss her harshly, staking a claim before aligning with her center again for penetration. He pulls in and out, stretching her walls, feeling her velvet grip him tight. Leaning over her, he takes one of her pretty tits in his mouth, sucking and teasing with his teeth across her nipple, eliciting a gasp of shock from deep in her throat. His little game continues, teasing her just to the edge before pulling back and rebuilding her need again.
Tiring of his stance, he pistons inside with the force to push her higher up on the bed, bunching the sheets under her as she moves, so he can hover above her. “I want you to come now,” he orders, looking in her eyes with a giving smile as he sinks deep inside, holding still momentarily for the final expansion she needs to accommodate his size.
Over her, he pulls out slowly, long strokes pushing back in quickly. “Shit, I like that,” she admits breathlessly, so he continues his skilled movements, a master at work. Within moments the waves are felt between them as she begins to come. “I need more,” she whines and he willingly snakes his hand between them and finds her clit, teasing it as the shockwaves grow larger and her sounds, “Oh, Oh, hmmm, just like that,” fill the room.
His cock swells as the feeling rushes through his thighs, adding to the vigor he delivers into her as he comes, filling the vending machine condom with his seed. “Just like that,” he repeats, chuckling when she grabs his ass, holding him still.
“Don’t move,” she giggles, a visible quake washing over her body as she tells him what to do. He kisses her forehead, damp with sweat from their summer games. Another wave rolls through her, and she releases him, allowing him to fall to her side.
Face first, head in the down-filled pillow, he throws his arm across her chest, massaging his thumb over her hip. “That was… unbelievable. Fuckin’ unforgettable,” she sighs.
He turns his face to her, watching as she stares up at the ceiling fan, listening to the children down at the pool, sounds of ice falling into the machine nearby. A smile grows on his face and she turns to grin at him, a slight blush on her tanned cheeks. They lay in silence, both not knowing what to say.
The silence is broken moments later when her phone rings. “Your side, I think,” he says as he gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom to clean up and give her privacy. He leaves the door open, curiosity getting the better of him once again.
“Hey, baby girl. Yea, I won’t be able to make it tonight after all… Remember the joke this morning about the ‘man of my dreams?’ I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow… Shit, I can’t really talk. I’m in his hotel room… At the gas station,” she replies. Chris can see her shaking her head, but stretching out like a queen on his bed, proud of herself. “Yea, I know, right after I talked to you… Right. A GDT,” she giggles. “I don’t know. If he asks me to stay, I might… Always safe… Ok. Talk to you tomorrow…”
Chris steps back into the room, carrying a hot wet wash cloth for her and a towel, biting back a laugh as she pinches her fingers open and closed, rolling her eyes as she mimics the talking of her friend. He begins washing over her sticky mound with the cloth. “Mmmhmm… Yea… Fuck I gotta go. I promise, first thing tomorrow. Luv ya! Bye!”
She tosses the phone back down on the floor, lifting her hips into his hand as he gently wipes her down, then pats her dry with the second towel. “What’s a GDT?” he asks. “Or do I not wanna know?”
She runs her fingertips down his arms, and looks back to him with challenge in her eyes. “That’s a local term we use for God Damn Tourists, like you. A GDT,” she laughs, eying his beautiful naked physique as he stands next to the bed, her eyes slowly moving from tat to tat. Memorizing his beauty.
He chuckles at the acronym. “So was it ‘like magic?’” he asks, bending to pick something off the floor and she laughs when her Captain America shirt hits her in the face.
She tosses it back to him. “Everything I dreamed it would be and more. In fact, where’s the grape one? I wanna try it next,” she taunts, teasing him about the selection of flavored condoms he got in the vending machine at the gas station where they met earlier that morning.
He steps over to the little table by the window, adjusting the curtain again to ensure no one can see in as they walk by the second floor room overlooking the pool. “Please don’t think I’m an ass… Take this as a compliment that the sex is so good, I can’t remember a thing,” he chuckles, embarrassment written all over his face. “But, uh, what’s your name again?”
She throws her head back in laughter as she spins around to sit up on her knees, motioning for him to join her. “Well, Chris,” indicating she definitely remembers who he is. “They call me Becca.”
*can be read as a stand alone, but this story is truly a follow-up piece to “Like Magic“*
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