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"Mr Raglan. We don't see you at this kind of thing too often. You gotta have a really good reason to grace us with your presence, at my Christmas party, of all places"
You finished with a wink, and William smile smiled politely, mouth closed as he glanced down at your body. You were wearing this little knit dress with long sleeves that hugged your curves in all the right ways. He couldn’t help but think of the many ways he could tear it off your body.
"Well, it was about time, wasn't it?"
A few minutes later, you had found your way to the little open space in the living room that had become an impromptu dance floor. Steve watched as you swayed your hips to the upbeat Christmas song, singing along while you hold the hand of some guy from down the street. His eyes narrowed as he saw his eyes roam your body, while you twirled in his grasp.
The dancing was lithe and simply for fun, none of the participants seemed to be very skilled or methodical, simply allowing themselves to laugh and move to the music.
Steve felt, and was in that moments, truly an outcast. He had no desire to join to festive activities around him, and simply followed you as you moved your mingling from one neighbour to the next. God, you were so easygoing, so carefree in your socialising. Of course, only minutes before you, had let your skills out on him, and what had he done? He had awkwardly responded and allowed you to walk away from him, frustration growing at himself in his chest, making him take his drink outside.
The smoke from his cigarette was warm in his throat as he sucked air in through his teeth. Snow had begun to fall early this year, and he absent-mindedly watched the flakes drop to the ground. It was a lucky thing you lived so close to him, meaning he didn't have to worry about getting home, at least not too much.
A noise behind him drew his attention, turning to see you opening the sliding door, stepping outside with him. Steve eyed you expectantly, and you stepped next to him, holding your own pack of cigarettes. You took on from the box and peered inside it, finding no lighter in it and sighing in frustration.
He didn't hesitate to pull his own from his pocket and hold it out in front of him. Steve expected you to take it, but instead you put the stick between your lips and stepped closer to him, leaning down to level your head with the lighter, expecting for him to light it for you.
He swallowed thickly and moved the lighter in his hand, so his thumb was at the trigger, lighting it and shielding the flame lighting the tip of the cigarette with his other hand. You held it in the small flame for a few seconds, and Steve cautiously eyed the flickering of the flame as the wind blew, but felt relief as you lifted back up from him, taking a drag.
"Thanks Steve." You spoke around your cigarette, bringing up your hand to take it from your lips, and you let the side of your hand rest against your upper thigh.
He enjoyed his own in silence as you curiously looked him over, unlike him, who was doing his best to not look at you. Steve Raglan was someone very interesting to you.
Every interaction you had had with him was pleasant, yes he seemed a little awkward, and you could understand some could see him as off-putting, but to you, he was sweet. He had borrowed you some tools a few times and when you were on his doorstep to invite him to your party, he had been so charming. During the latter instance, he had said he would think about the offer and couldn't make any promises, so you were excited when he had sheepishly stepped into your front door an hour before.
You weren't stupid, you had seen his eyes follow you the entire time. But you weren't going to say anything first, if he wanted something, he could use his big boy words to try and get it.
That, however, didn't mean you couldn't toy with your food a little.
"You're not really a people person, are you?"
Steve looked at you in surprise, eyebrows raised, and you remained silent as you peered into his cool blue eyes.
"Not really, I suppose."
He didn't say anything further, and you were a little disappointed. Had you read his intentions wrong after all? Went through your mind, but you couldn't commit to it.
"I seriously was surprised when you showed up, this really isn't your scene." You paused to take a drag, the smoke comfortable in your chest, before you spoke again. "So why did you come?"
You leaned towards him slightly, and as you spoke, your breath rolled out with the smoke. The cloud drifted over William's face, and he nearly choked on his own inhale, coughing awkwardly.
It was embarrassing to admit, having this reaction to the idea of the air in his face, coming from your body. He felt himself twitch in his pants, and awkwardly shifted his legs as he leaned against the building.
The subtle body language wasn't lost on you, and you made quick work of your cigarette before stepping closer to him. From the corner of your eye, you could see into the house, watching your neighbours be social and happy together. You made the calculation in your head and turned your gaze back to the nervous man in front of you.
"I might be young, well younger, but I'm not stupid. Mr. Raglan." Steve swallowed thickly, seeking solace in taking drags from his cigarettes, trying to shift his focus on that, instead of your warm and rich body in front of him.
He looked down, past your head, to the snow accumulating on the ground, becoming more interesting at the moment.
"Oh cut the crap Steve, don't pretend now. I'm here and I'm willing. Take what you want." You dropped the cigarette on the ground, the tip of it quickly sizzling out in the wetness of the deck.
With a smooth movement, you moved the knit off-shoulder material of your dress and slipped it all the way down your stomach, revealing your chest to him. For safety, you took two steps to the left, hiding you from sight a bit more.
Steve's eyes widened, eyes locked onto your chest, mouth falling open. Your name came out in a stammer, and you chuckled darkly, lifting the bottom of the dress over your hip, enough to show him the lack of underwear.
"Oops?" You tried while biting your lip. It was then that the situation caught up to him.
Earlier in the bathroom, you had removed your panties and stuffed them in a cabinet, hoping a situation like this would arise. So, you were satisfied to see his eyes darken and for his hand to release his own cigarette, dropping it. His long arms reached out and grabbed onto your dress at your waist, fingers digging into the fabric, successfully pulling you towards him.
With a brief look in your eyes, that you answered with a glance from under your eyelashes, he dipped his head and kissed you softly. His lips were a little dry, from the cigarette probably, and you strategically licked along them with your tongue. In response, Steve snaked his own into your mouth, exploring you a little before he lost himself in the kiss.
One of his hands moved to your front, coming up to rest over your breast, palming at it and teasing the nipple with two fingers. You gasped at the feeling and arched your back, causing your hips to press into his own, the bulge of his arousal pressing against your stomach. He was definitely into this. No doubt.
You quickly fumbled with the belt he wore, before making quick work of the other offending closures of his pants, that were holding back what you were looking for. As you pulled down his pants, you broke from the kiss to look at him, light dread filling you, but turning into pleasure pooling between your thighs, at the sheer size of him.
"Too much for you, Bunny?" You quickly shook your head in response.
"No."
Surprisingly gracefully, you let yourself drop to your knees in front of him. Your small hands came up to hold onto him, stroking him slowly as you mentally prepared yourself. While he was big, you were no coward, and you were going to try to get all of him inside your mouth.
Your tongue darted out to give his cock a few experimental kitten licks over the head, before you slid your mouth around his tip. Sucking lightly, your tongue rolled around him, paying careful attention to the ridge under it. With your hands, you worked over the lower part of him, pulling back his foreskin with every stroke. You bobbed your head a little, looking up as you watched Steve's face, slack mouth and eyes trained on you.
With the eye contact, he twitched in your mouth, and a hand came to rest on the top of your head, fingering but not holding onto your hair. Growing more confident, you moved him deeper into your mouth, bobbing, and with every movement going deeper every so slightly.
"Good girl." He said, voice slightly strangled. You moaned around him and forced him deeper in your mouth.
He was already at the back of your throat, and you had to focus on relaxing your throat as you eased him further in. It burned, and your eyes started watering.
"Come on, I know you can take it deeper than that, sweet girl."
His words of encouragement were all you need to hold him tighter with your fingers rounded at the bottom of the shaft, as your mouth carefully moved as far as they could. From this angle he was able to catch glimpses of your chest, and he was almost disappointed that he couldn't see it all from this angle. Still, he let his head drop against the wall as he struggled to keep his composure.
Your nose hit the dark curls at his base, a musky and uniquely him smell filling your nose, and you couldn't resist the moan coming from you. It was as if a switch flipped, as Steve tightened his hold on your head, suddenly gripping on tightly and moving you over his dick. Your hands came up to his thighs, trying to hold on for dear life as he began fucking your mouth slowly, still careful with you.
The tears rolling from your face dripped onto your breasts, wetting the crease between them. Choking and gargling sounds inevitably came from you, as you tried everything you could to not gag on him.
Then, he drew you off of him, rounding a hand roughly around your bicep, the fact that he easily fit around it not being lost on you, as he dragged you up. It was like something had changed with him, as if the mask he had been wearing had slipped, and you were face to face with the real Steve raglan.
If turned you on to no end, and you felt the wetness between your legs, as it had only increased by the second. You flinched as he switched your positions, your back now against the cool wall and him pressing himself into you. His bare cock stroked against your pubic area, and you happily ground yourself against him.
With a hiss, he kissed you roughly, claiming your mouth as his, before dropping his mouth to your neck and roughly biting and sucking on the skin there. You moaned as his hand moved between your legs, roughly beginning to rub your clit, covered with your own slick. He withdrew his hand and brought it up to his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you, he put the fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.
You whimpered, and he bent his knees, arms wrapping under your thighs, before stepping back, so your upper chest was against the wall and your hole was right against his cock. Steve shot his eyes down and back at you, signalling you to help him, and you used one hand to guide his tip into your entrance.
He thrust inside of you with one long, fluid motion, hitting a spot deep inside you. His head nestled against your cervix, and as he drew back out, he didn't hesitate a second to slam back into you, hard.
Moans spilled from you as he started an intense pace, fucking up into you hard. His pace was unrelenting and the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter. When he readjusted you slightly he hit you in just the right spot, cock rubbing over it with every hard thrust, and you knew you were close to spilling over the edge.
"Steve! Please-" your sentence trailed off in a moan.
"Come for me Bunny, come on. Come all over my thick cock, you little whore."
His words triggered you, and your cunt tightened impossibly around him. He bent to kiss you roughly, teeth coming over your lips and biting down harshly. There was no question if he drew blood, the metallic taste spreading through your mouth, and you moaned loudly.
"Yeah, that's it, so fucking tight, come for me." And with a loud groan, your body tightened up, and your core squeezed him tightly inside you. Steve shuddered, his pace faltering as he came right with you, your pussy squeezing around him sending him over the edge.
His cum shot deep inside of you, and your tightened walls could feel every twitch of his cock inside of you. Steve moaned and dropped his face into the crook of your neck, as your fingers ran through his hair. The both of you were breathing hard as you came down from your high.
It was fast and dirty, but in the current situation, you had no other choice. It was cold, and the smoke break was long over, it was time to get back inside.
You could probably excuse yourself to your room, and maybe even continue. You thought in your head.
Slowly, Steve dropped you, holding onto you tightly as your feet made contact with the ground, legs shaking a little. He smiled at your fucked out expression and the way the back of your hair had become messed up from moving against the wall so much. He thought you looked absolutely stunning.
You looked at him with a sheepish smile, too fucked out to be able to think of anything to say, happy to look at his handsome face as you put your dress back into its proper position. He returned your stares as he tucked himself back into his underwear, redoing his pants.
Your eyes caught sight of something above you, and you giggled, causing the man in front of you to give you a questioning look.
"Mistletoe." Steve frowned, and you pointed up.
And surely, above your head, there was a twig of mistletoe attached to the roof of the deck. He looked at it and smiled slyly, before dipping his head to catch your lips with his own.
He moved slowly against you as you tightened your arms around his neck. When you broke apart seconds later, you whispered at him, "Merry Christmas.”