Do Better
Steve Murphy x f!Reader
About 2800 words. Not proofed or Beta-read. Good luck.
I don't know what happened here. I haven't written anything for months, this was sitting in my WIPs and I just decided to finish it.
Contrary to what this suggests, I am NOT a Steve Murphy girl. Javier Peña for life. But if Steve showed up, I probably wouldn't kick him out of bed. Not surprised, just disappointed.
OVER 18 ONLY! Warnings: oral (m and f receiving), PIV- no protection (use a condom, kids), slight degradation, Steve being a southern boy with an attitude, some language, a Reader much sexier and confident than I could ever be, my overuse of commas and italics.
âJust this once,â you panted, the pair of you stumbling through your doorway.Â
âNever again,â Steve agreed, his hot breath fanning across your skin as his mouth traversed the column of your throat. You moaned in response, tilting your head so he could have better access, and let his strong hands push you back against the door until it closed.Â
âFuck, you smell good,â he muttered, letting his nose trail across your collarbone, âalways smell so fuckinâ good.â
He pressed his thigh between your legs and you eagerly rolled your hips against the strong muscle, the seam of your jeans rubbing against your clit and stoking the flames of arousal in your belly.Â
âI should, itâs expensive,â you moaned, dropping down over, and over, and over to feel the delicious friction against your folds.
Steve huffed out a laugh, pressing his hot mouth against the swell of your tits as his hands came up to grope you through your blouse.
âSuch a fuckinâ smartass, always runninâ your mouth,â he emphasized his words by roughly squeezing your nipples between his fingers. You cried out and rutted harder against his thigh, feeling your slick dampen your panties. Steve groaned his approval and pressed against you harder.
âThatâs right, baby, rub that sweet pussy on me...get you nice and wet so I can just slide right in.â
Reached up, you grabbed a fistful of blond hair and jerked his head up, slanting your mouth over his in a bruising, sloppy kiss. He growled, urging you on, and you let your tongue tangle roughly with his for a moment before pulling back and nipping at his pouty bottom lip.
âLet me show you what else I can do with my mouth,â you purred, dropping down to your knees right there in your entryway. You made quick work of his belt, palming him through the rough denim and squeezing lightly.Â
âWell, fuck, Murph,â you laughed lightly, âlooks like youâre finally happy to see me for once.âÂ
He braced himself against the door with one hand, dropping his head to look down at you like an angel just before the fall.Â
âQuit talking and just suck my dick, honey,â he rasped, reaching with his other hand to rest on the back of your head.
You grinned and pulled him from his boxers, long and thick, ruddy tip weeping. Letting your tongue dart out to swipe against the tempting swirl of precum, you moaned lowly in the back of your throat before wrapping your lips around his shaft.Â
Bobbing along Steveâs length, you used one hand to stroke whatever wasnât buried in your mouth, listening to his gasps and growls in order to guide your movements. You let your tongue laze against his frenulum, slowly running it back and forth and driving him insane.
âNot gonna last long if you keep doinâ that,â he gritted out, his fingers knotting in your hair and urging you forward. You let him guide you, hollowing out your cheeks as he pumped his cock into your hot, eager mouth, trying to take as much of him as possible on each pass.
Your own arousal roared within you, pussy fluttering at the thought of finally getting him between your legs. Your panties were completely soaked, your position at Steveâs feet with your knees tucked together making them bunch up against your clit. You writhed around, trying to find that same sweet friction that you had on his leg, but you needed more, more of the man gazing down at you, like a merciful god absolving you of all your sins.
âLook at you,â he whispered, his eyes shining appreciatively in the dim light. âSuch a good girl, gettinâ down on your knees for me. Taking that cock so wellâŠ..â
His praise made you blossom, your eyes wide and acquiescent, lifting up to meet his. You whimpered around his length, moving your hand faster, bobbing enthusiastically.Â
âYeah,â he continued, nodding his head as he watched his dick disappear between your plump lips, âyou like gettinâ your pretty face fucked, donât ya?â You moaned in return, your eyelashes fluttering as his words alone made you soar.
Steve smirked crookedly down at you. âLooks like someone enjoys being on their knees for me . . . you like me using you like a whore?â
Fuck, heâd found your weakness without even trying. As assertive and confident you were in your professional life, there was something about being on your knees in front of a sexy man and letting him just control you, defile you, just absolutely fucking use you that made your cunt throb.
âGet up here, honey,â Steve ordered, pulling you up against his body, cock hard against your stomach, and taking your mouth roughly. He gripped your chin tightly as he kissed you, the sharp bite of pain making you moan wantonly.
He tore his mouth from yours, panting as he pressed his forehead against your temple. âBedroom, now,â he demanded. You slipped past him, leading him down the short hallway and into your room. He grabbed you the moment you crossed the threshold, twirling you in his arms and walking you backward to the bed.Â
âLet me see those tits,â he ordered, his deep voice hoarse with lust. You met his eyes and began unbuttoning your blouse, watching his pupils dilate as you exposed the lace of your bra. âYeah, thatâs it.â He reached out and ran his thumbs over your nipples, admiring them as they hardened under his touch. âSo pretty,â he mumbled, tweaking them until they ached.
You whimpered, arching your back and thrusting your chest further into his warm hands. âSteve, please,â you begged, letting your head loll back, âplease fuck me.â
That deep, cocky chuckle rumbled through his chest as he regarded you. âDamn, honey, you do know how to make a man feel good. Let me take care of you.â
Steve slipped his hands behind your back, deftly unhooking your bra and letting it drop down to the floor, forgotten. He bent his head to lick at one perfect nipple, rolling his tongue around the bud until it tightened, then sucking it sharply into his mouth. His other hand drifted down between your thighs, rubbing unceremoniously against the thick seam of your jeans with his long fingers.
âI can feel you,â he mumbled against your breast, âsoaking fuckinâ wet.â
His words thrummed through you like live wires dancing across your skin. You felt absolutely electric, overstimulated, nerve endings sizzling wherever Steve touched you. Keening, you bucked against his hand, letting a breathless whisper tumble from your lips.
ââSâall for you, Steve, my pussyâs ready just for you.â
Your filthy words spurred him on, a low, gritty laugh escaping him as he shoved you gently back on to your bed.
âGod damn, honey, keep talkinâ like that and Iâll fuckinâ blow my load all over those beautiful tits.â He crawled over you, hovering there while he slowly unfastened your jeans and slid them down your legs, leaving you nearly bare in your bra and panties. Once he had you where he wanted you, he leaned back on his heels, running a hand appreciatively down your body.
âAnyone ever tell you that youâre gorgeous?âÂ
You arched into his touch, his long fingers tracing over your throat, your breasts, your stomach, finally to the ache between your legs, where he dipped them under the elastic of your panties to tease at your heated folds.Â
âThatâs right baby, you are drenched, arenât you?â His voice was soft, intimate, but his tone was rough with need. You couldnât take your eyes off him, meeting his icy-blue gaze and nodding as touched you. âYeah,â he continued, a smirk sliding across his lips, âthat pussyâs all mine tonight, isnât it? You gonna let me do whatever I want to you?â
âYes,â you moaned, arching into his touch, urging his fingers to slip inside your soaked cunt. Steve obliged, sliding them inside you and curling them just right, hitting that sweet spot that made your pussy clench.
âGod, thatâs nice,â Steve murmured absently, staring down at the spot where his fingers disappeared inside you, âyou got such a pretty pussy, honey. I bet it tastes sweet, too.â
He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean while you watched, his tongue dancing over the digits. You felt like you would burn up at the sight, right there in your bed, the flames of your raging fucking need for your partner to just fuck you, torching you right where you lay.
âGod damn, I was right,â Steve smiled at you when your essence was cleaned from his hand. âNow Iâm gonna eat that pussy while you lay there for me, okay? You gonna be my good little whore and cum on my fuckinâ tongue?â
You whined in response, writhing your hips involuntarily, seeking out the friction you needed. Steve placed a large palm against you, fingers splayed against the softness of your lower belly while his palm pressed firmly on your clit. A whine left your throat at his touch.
âFuck me, honey,â he swore, âthose pretty sounds make me want to get inside you.â Looking down at his hand, he contemplated his next move while you waited breathlessly. His eyes flicked up to yours, pupils blown out in anticipation. You let your hand drift to his lap, once again roughly massaging his dick through his jeans and feeling a victorious surge of arousal when his own groan cut through the silence, long and low and deep.Â
In a flash, Steve moved away from you to stand next to the bed, tearing off his pants and boxers to reveal his cock bobbing proudly against his lower abdomen. The slick spot of precum trailing from the tip had you licking your lips hungrily; as much as you wanted him buried deep inside your pussy, youâd take him down your throat again, too.
âYouâre gonna have to wait,â he warned, dropping to his knees and pulling you to the edge, âIâve been thinking about gettinâ my mouth on this pussy for months.âÂ
With that, he dove in, licking a long, hot stripe from your soaking folds to your clit, then again and again, urging you toward your release. His tongue pressed just right against you, earning cries and moans that spurred him on more.
âGod, you taste good,â Steve mumbled against your skin, alternating long and slow licks with quick flicks of his tongues, praise and filthy declarations falling from his lips as he worked you.
âThatâs right, honey, youâre such a good girl, lettinâ me taste you like this.â He wrapped his lips around your clit for effect and sucked lightly, the sensation nearly sending your body off the bed in blinding ecstasy. âYeah, thatâs right,â he whispered against your swollen bud, âyouâre gonna cum for me right? Right here in my mouth? âCause Iâd sure like to drink you up . . .â
He returned to sucking you, applying just the right amount of pressure to get you off, and slid three fingers into your dripping cunt.
âFuck, Steve!â you cried, arching your back off the bed. You heard his low laugh from between your legs.Â
âYouâre gettinâ close, arenât you, honey?â
âMmmhmmm.â You were beyond words now, unable to form a coherent response at the onslaught of Steveâs mouth and fingers working you. His tongue was magical, sucking and licking you just right, as if he somehow knew exactly how to get you to shatter. You felt that sweet, electric heat start to spiral right from your pussy throughout your body, your limbs growing tense at your nearing release.
âFuck, Steve - fuck - right there, yes,â you babbled, words tumbling from your lips as your climax roared through you. You cried out, again, over and over, relishing the feeling of your lips circling the sound of his name, and he stayed with you through it all, licking and moaning as you flooded his senses with your delicious orgasm.Â
Steve pressed his face against you, lapping your cum as it trickled over his fingers. It was almost enough to make him cum, right there between your legs, his mustache and chin drenched.Â
âMy god,â Steve uttered once you had come down from your high, trailing his tongue lazily up your slit again to capture anything heâd missed, âyou taste better than I could have imagined, honey.â He pressed a kiss against your inner thigh before rising from the floor and flopping beside you on the bed.Â
âCâmere,â he pulled you over to roll on top of him, watching you with hungry eyes as you settled your still-aching core over his pulsing cock. âYouâre beautiful,â he said, almost reverently, reaching up to brush a thumb over your nipple. Smiling bashfully, you rolled your hips slowly against his cock, the tip nudging your entrance on each pass.Â
âI want you inside me,â you whispered down at him, smiling softly at the glazed, sexed-out look in his eyes.
âNothinâ I want more,â he smirked, guiding you up so that he could hold himself in place, a low groan escaping him as your pussy swallowed his dick inch by inch.
âFuck, honey.â
You began to move, slowly, your pussy clenching against him on every stroke. He felt better than you thought possible, like you were made just to take him like this.Â
âSteve,â you whimpered, your pace quickening already, the sensation of him sliding over your g-spot bringing you closer and closer to your climax.Â
âWhat do you need, baby? Tell me,â he urged his big hands resting against your hips, helping you move against him. Unable to express what you needed in words, you planted your hands against his chest and rolled your hips down roughly, taking him as deep as possible so that you could feel every delicious inch of him.
"Fuck, I'm not gonna last long," Steve breathed, hips rising to meet yours. "So pretty, so perfect," he mumbled, "wanna just fuckin' make you feel good."
"God, you are," you sighed, bending over to kiss Steve softly. He responded eagerly, his mouth slanting against yours, tongues tangling languidly. You felt that fire building throughout your body and moved faster, harder, his hands gripping the flesh of your ass to help slam you down on his cock.
You sat up straight again, your fingers traveling down to where you were joined and rubbing tight circles on your clit. Steve watched, open-mouthed, as you helped him bring you to the brink.
"Touch that pussy, honey," he ground out, his own thrusts becoming sloppy. His balls tightened and he pushed his fingers against yours, both of you sliding through your slick to stimulate your clit. "Fuck, I'm gonna come soon," he growled, "need to you tell me where, pretty girl."
Your cunt clenched around Steve, your orgasm sparking down your spine, lightning heat growing low in your belly.Â
âFIll me up,â you managed to moan, bright white flashing behind your eyes as you came around his cock, hard, your release soaking the coarse blond curls beneath your pussy.
Steve groaned, his dick locked in your grip. He managed to thrust once more up into you before his own orgasm tore through him. Pressing you down against him in a bruising grip, Steve let your pussy milk his cock, jets of cum pulsing up into you.
He groaned through his release, a whine in the back of his throat sending you over the edge again. You whimpered, head thrown back, your fingers tangled with Steveâs where they clutched your hips.Â
Reaching up, Steve cupped the back of your head and brought you down to him in a searing kiss, your breasts pressed against the sheen of sweat coating his chest. His tongue twisted with yours, devouring your mouth possessively.Â
âYouâre fuckinâ amazing, honey,â he whispered roughly, breaking the kiss you rest his forehead against yours. Gently, he rolled you over so that you were tucked under him, his cock still seated deep inside of you. He kissed you again, deeply, sweetly, his hand coming down to cup your cheek.
Despite being bone-tired, you responded eagerly, letting your own fingers twist in his hair. Your cunt clenched around his length, now hardening again. Rolling your hips experimentally, you broke away and grinned up at him.
âYou wanna try again?â
Steve smirked above you, a roll of his blue eyes making you giggle. âYou just donât know when to fuckinâ stop, do you?â His forearms rested on either side of your head, his mouth hovering over yours.
âI thought you said âjust this once,ââ Steve teased, his lips brushing against yours.Â
Your stomach gave an odd flip as you looked up at him, that cocky smile lighting up something warm inside you. Offering a little shrug, you responded with a smile.
âI just think you can do better.â
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