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Cowboy Steve Rogers is celebrating his birthday by knocking boots with the pretty little thing he picks up at his favorite dive bar.
You’re there with friends, just out for the night to drink and have a good time. You don’t have any intention of hooking up, but you can’t help the way your attention is snatched away from your friends the moment Steve walks into the bar.
The six-foot-tall cowboy has shoulders broad enough to fill the doorway, a narrow waist hugged lovingly by a plain white t-shirt, and a deliciously toned ass on perfect display in a pair of well-worn jeans. His look is completed by a cowboy hat and boots, looking every bit like a fantasy come to life.
You can’t help but swoon a little when the cowboy turns his bright blue eyes and charming smile on you. He gives you a teasing sort of wink before swaggering across the room to the bar, where he joins a group of men, all of them shouting “Happy birthday!” at him.
You try to return your focus to your friends, but they can all see your interest has been captured by the blond cowboy. Like the amazing friends that they are, they try to give you a pep talk to convince you to go over and offer to buy him a birthday drink.
Before you can, though, Steve moseys on over to your table and introduces himself first, then he asks you to dance. You’re nervous and excited, unsure of whether you should leave your table, but your friends tell you to go, so you let Steve pull you out onto the dance floor.
The night is whirlwind of drinks, dancing, and trying your luck on the mechanical bull in the back of the dive bar.
Steve is, of course, fantastic at riding the bucking bronco, and you get more than a little hot and bothered watching his hips work, the muscles of his thighs clenching around the wide saddle, the lean lines of his arms rippling as he works to keep his seat.
You can’t help but think you’d have even more fun riding the cowboy than you did the mechanical bull…
It isn’t long after Steve dismounts from the bucking bronco before you’re back on the dance floor with the cowboy. He’s holding you close as the two of you dance to a slow song, and when he slips a finger under your chin, tipping your face up so his mouth can brush against yours, you moan softly into the kiss.
Steve’s tongue teases along your lips before slipping inside, taking possession of your mouth while you cling to his broad shoulders and kiss him right back. His big hands slip down your waist and dig into the back pockets of your jeans, groping your ass and hauling you into his body until you can feel the hard ridge of his bulge against your stomach.
“Feel what you do to me, darlin’,” Steve drawls in your ear before pressing hot, greedy kisses to your neck that make you gasp and writhe against his body.
The kissing only stops when you and Steve start getting the attention of others in the bar, and they begin hooting and hollering at the two of you to get a room.
Steve’s grin is all easy charm as he steps back from you, one of his hands staying possessively in the back pocket of your jeans while the other reaches up and plucks the hat from his head. He places it on your head, cheers erupting around the bar because they all know what it means—he’s claiming you as his. At least for the night.
A giddy grin spreads across your face, and when Steve turns to you, asking if you want to get out of the dive bar, you readily answer yes. Steve’s eyes grow warm with affection as he watches the excitement play out on your face, and he pulls you in for a quick kiss before walking you back over to your table.
Steve leaves you to collect your things and say your goodbyes to your friends before you head out, then swaggers over to the bar to do the same with his group.
The two of you barely make it to Steve’s truck before you’re kissing again, making out against the passenger side door until you’re so turned on, you’re trying to practically climb the cowboy like a tree. He chuckles against your mouth and helps you up into the passenger seat, giving you a gruff, “Be a good girl for me, darlin’,” before pulling away and hopping into the driver’s seat.
Thankfully, Steve doesn’t drive far, only until he finds an empty, shadowed parking lot a few minutes from the bar. Then he’s throwing his truck in park and hauling you across the bench seat until you’re straddling his lap.
You’re still wearing his hat while you make out with the cowboy, grinding down on his thick cock through your jeans, until the two of you are too feral for each other to form words. Steve bends you over in the front seat of his truck, your face down against the leather seats, ass up so he can shove your jeans down around your thighs.
He puts a condom on without you even having to ask, and then he’s pushing inside your tight, wet channel. You’re so very ready for him to sheath himself in your body, but he goes slow, stretching you around his thick shaft so it doesn’t hurt. Even still, it punches the breath from your lungs, and by the time he bottoms out, you’re halfway to coming.
Steve curls over your body until his chest is flush against your back, one of his hands wrapping loosely around the base of your throat while his mouth goes to your ear. “You’re taking my cock so good, darlin’,” he rumbles, pulling back before thrusting forward again, wringing a desperate whine from your lips. “So tight and hot—and all for me, isn’t that right, baby girl?”
“Yuh huh, all for you, daddy,” you babble, too far gone in pleasure already to think twice about what you’re saying. It isn’t until Steve pauses that you realize what you’d said. Before you can backtrack, though, Steve’s hand is tightening around your throat, choking you lightly, and he’s chuckling in your ear, the sound low and filthy.
“‘Daddy’, huh?” he teases, his tone dripping with warm condescension that makes your belly swoop and your core clench. Steve groans at the way your body clutches him tighter, beginning to fuck you again, slow and deep. “I’ll be your daddy, darlin’,” he murmurs in your ear, and you can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Now, be a good girl for daddy, and take my cock deep in your pretty pussy, baby girl.”
Moaning wantonly in response, you arch your spine, lifting your ass and taking Steve’s cock deeper, making him growl as he feels the way you flutter around his thick length. He steadily increases his thrusts until he’s pounding into you from behind, his hand like an anchor around your throat while you give yourself over to the pleasure he’s offering.
When Steve’s other hand slips between your thighs, his fingers stroking your clit in delicious little circles, you’re completely undone. You cum on the cowboy’s cock, screaming his name into the leather seat of his truck as your body clenches tight around his pounding shaft.
Steve follows you over the edge, his fingers twitching around your throat as he shoves deep into your cunt. You can feel him throbbing inside you, and you let out one last moan before you sag onto the seat beneath you. For long, languid moments, Steve lays on top of you, careful not to crush you, while you both catch your breath.
Carefully, he pulls free from your body and disposes of the condom, then helps you pull your jeans back up. You move to settle into the passenger seat of the truck, but Steve gives you a little smirk and asks, “Whaddya think you’re doin’ all the way over there, darlin’?” before he pulls you across the bench seat and tucks you into his side.
You hide your grin in his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him—beer, leather and something fresh and clean. Snuggling deeper into Steve’s side, you feel him brush a kiss to the top your head before cranking the engine of his truck and pulling back onto the road.
He drives you home with one arm around your shoulders, his fingers twined with yours, his other hand resting casually on the steering wheel. The two of you chat the whole way, getting to know each other and discovering you have plenty in common.
When he parks in front of your place, you ask the cowboy if he had a good birthday.
Steve grins and captures your lips in a searing kiss. “Meeting you made it the best birthday I’ve had in a while, darlin’,” he answers, and you swoon all over again. You feel a sense of pride glowing in your chest and you can’t help but smile against his mouth when he kisses you again.
Before you get out of his truck, the cowboy asks for your phone number and you don’t even have to think about it before you give it to him. After the cowboy’s best birthday turned into a night you both wouldn’t soon forget, you’re excited for the next time you get to see Steve Rogers.
Which, if he has any say, will be very, very soon.