Skinny Steve Captain America Novels & Stories

"Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..." The sexy captain America look alike smiled but move back to give me some space and I bite my lip and smile at him. I was going all out wanting to get it over with while I could still see Gene on the corner of the room pretending to talk to some hot redhead woman. I was feeling insecure seeing the man beside me, thinking he could surely beat me up to a pulp if he's a straight homophobic guy. "It's okay, don't think I've seen guys ordered that in a while." Curtis Cuthbert was looking more and more straight as he said the words with his deep manly voice.

It was teeth and heat and years of hate shoved into a single moment. Steve groaned against him and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in harder. Their mouths moved with practiced hunger like they had done this in dreams but never dared in daylight. Tongues tangled, lips swollen already. Lucy was staring now, eyes wide, pillow still clutched to her chest like it could shield her from what was unfolding in front of her. Jaden broke the kiss. His voice came out rough. “Strip.” Steve didn’t hesitate. He peeled off his shirt, muscles flexing under tanned skin. His pants were already undone. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Then he stood there, naked, cock hard, body lean and c

Steve lay back, his face wet with saliva and her slick, gasping for breath. “Fuck, your bitch is hot,” Steve muttered, smirking as he tossed Emma’s bra at Rob. “Here’s something for you to play with.” Emma sat up, finishing the last of her prosecco like it was nothing. She stood, wearing only her leather boots and thong, her body gleaming with sweat. Calm, casual, in control. “You ready to sign the contract?” she asked Steve like it was just business. Steve chuckled darkly. “Not yet, slut. Why don’t you come sit on my cock and we’ll talk about it?”

~Liv~ I was still busy day dreaming about being his real girlfriend when he sneezed like a cow^^. I had one foot tucked under my ass, the sleeve of Rowan’s hoodie pulled all the way over my hand because it smelled like him and I was pathetic enough to keep sniffing it when he wasn’t looking. The movie was some Marvel bullshit neither of us cared about. He kept stealing my crusts, I kept pretending to be annoyed, and everything felt almost normal for like five whole minutes.

Steve said, supporting her, while Megan just stared at him, not knowing what to say. “I need some water.” Steve said as he got up and went to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. He settled back in the chair, dropping the bottle of water and cup on the stool beside his chair. He poured the water into the cup and began to gulp it down. Just as he was still gulping his water down, Veronica suddenly asked another question. “But does your Alpha have a son though? Any kids that you guys are friends with?” She asked.

We stood in front of Steve now, awkward and freshly scrubbed, like kids caught sneaking out past curfew. “Uhmm…” Leon scratched the back of his head, cheeks faintly pink. “T-thank you…” Steve raised an eyebrow, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed. He was dressed now—simple black tee, jeans, looking every bit the composed dominant who’d orchestrated the whole thing. “For what?” Leon shifted his weight. “Not taking advantage of my brother?” Steve’s lips twitched. “And?” Leon exhaled sharply. “And… for pulling me out of my head. For giving me a taste of what I’ve always wanted.”

“Yeah, right. Everyone listens to rumors. Even if you heard otherwise, I don’t put out. ” Steve stops mid-chew and shakes his head. Then he closes his eyes, like he’s taking a time-out or something. It feels like forever until he opens them again and mutters, “Wow…” Wow? Wow? “Wow what?” “You’re pretty damn conceited, aren’t you? First I want to look at your ass. Now I want to sleep with you. Did it ever cross that pretty little head of yours that I don’t want you? I mean, you’re hot, I’ll give you that, but you kind of ruin it when you open your mouth. ”

Nicko replied. “Tch!” Steve looked away and then back at them both, stomping his wrist, but unfortunately Nicko’s grip was strong enough. “Let go of my cowardly hand!” Steve snapped. “I will let you go if you go back on your word and apologize!” Nicko exclaimed, pointing his index finger at Steve’s face. “Tch! Apologize to this old lady, as well as an outcast like you? Are you kidding me?” Steve, who was holding back the pain because Nicko tightened his grip sneered.

His hands were above his head to help with his panting. Steve is a brunette with green-brown eyes. The color of old mud with yellowish green algae growing on it. He is a bit taller than Aeon, though a lot thinner in frame. A thin splatter of freckles dotted across his tanned face, making him look younger than he is. Permanent baby face syndrome. Something the Partials hadn’t noticed before was a necklace with a silver colored ring on it. “We both do. Same question, we’re both just curious about it.” Elexa spoke up too, nodding her head in agreement.