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"My father also doesn't want me talking to you. Let's see what else I can do today to piss him off."
He didn't miss a beat. His lips crashed against mine in an instant, his tongue playfully caressing my lips. I gasped. His metal arm shot out and wrapped around my waist, pulling me off my stool and over towards his seat. His grip was firm and commanding and I was sure I'd have bruises in the morning. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him as I kissed him back and ran my fingers through his long hair. He let out a muffled moan as I rocked my hips forward, feeling him harden underneath me. The thought of his arousal made me wet and hot.
I moved my face back to look at him. His breathing was now ragged and I watched his muscular chest rise and fall in a quick rhythm. He simply stared me down, saying nothing, his hand still snaked around my middle. I raised my hand and trailed a finger down his shirt, his stormy blue eyes surveying my breasts as I leaned forward. I clenched the grey t-shirt in my fist, pulling him off his chair along with me and towards the hallway. He looked at me for a moment, cocking an eyebrow and smirking.
"Are you drunk? Where do you think you're taking me?"
"Just stop talking and follow me!" I whispered. my hand was still on his shirt as I walked backwards towards my room. My heart was beating wildly and my breathing was out of control.
"Yes ma'am" He growled.
He sauntered behind me, the hands that were placed initially on my hips dipping lower and into my pants, taking a handful of my ass and hoisting me up onto his waist. He walked us forward a few steps, leaning me up against my bedroom door before opening it and carrying me inside.
He kneeled, placing me on the bed, hands still stroking my thighs before climbing on top of me. I took the opportunity to remove his shirt. I stared at where his arm had been attached, my fingers trailing the scars alongside the metal. It must have been painful. He grabbed my wrist and looked down at my fingers, interlacing them with his fleshy hand. I could see the storm raging behind his eyes once more. I wondered what exactly they had done to him, this broken man. There was so much sadness in him. I wanted to see him let himself feel something other than that sadness. I wanted to see him uncaged and wild, no longer detached and emotionless. I wanted to share this moment with him, truly uninhibited.
He began counting my fingers, one by one with his metal hand. The coolness of his fingertips gave me goosebumps up and down my arm and I shuddered at the thought of where else he might touch me. He was still avoiding eye contact with me so I reached out to touch his face. His eyes flashed to mine the instant my fingers grazed his cheek.
"Bucky," I whispered.
He seemed to relax a little, dropping my other hand. I cupped his chin and brought him up to my eye level before placing my lips on his once more. This time the kiss was tender, soft and delicate. His hand held the back of my head, pulling me into him. I bit his lip softly and his eyes flew open. He grinned against my mouth before his lips became more forceful, his tongue entering my mouth and encircling my own.
He tore my shirt over my head and brought his mouth down to my neck, abusing my delicate skin. I shivered at the sudden coldness of my now exposed chest. His hands gripped my sides before quickly moving to my back and then to my bra. After quite some time of struggling with this apparently difficult contraption I reached back and undid the clasps for him. He wasted no time, ripping my bra from my shoulders, his lips trailing down towards my perky nipples leaving a trail of wetness in his wake. His breath was hot against my skin and I could feel myself flush.
I slid my hands down towards his pants, trailing his hard abs before reaching them and tugging at them impatiently. He let out an aggravated huff, pushing himself off me and standing. In one swift motion, he slid both pants and underwear onto the floor. He watched me like a predator would survey it's prey, first glancing at my face then to my breasts and then to my covered mound. My breath hitched when I saw his erect cock. I wanted it inside me. Now.
He crawled back on top of me, placing one knee between my thighs, spreading them so that he could have access. I could feel his hand slowly inching up the inside of my leg before massaging my inner thigh, inches away from my entrance. I groaned and grasped for his erection but he quickly snatched up my wrist and pinned it to the bed. His metal fingers dug into my skin before hastily making their way to my panties and pushing them aside. I felt his thumb press against my clit and I bucked my hips forward to meet his touch. I heard a low growl rumble up from his chest as he pressed himself against me so that I couldn't move.
I tore my hand from his grasp and raked my fingers through his hair before grabbing a handful and forcefully pulling his lips back down to mine. His thumb caressed my folds and I gasped as he slipped one finger inside of me, curling it upwards and rocking it back and forth. His dick pressed against my thigh as he pulsed against me. We were no longer kissing, instead he watched me intently, his lips inches from mine as we inhaled the same air in ragged breaths. I could feel my juices dripping down my leg and I began to squirm underneath him. I wanted him now. I couldn't wait any longer.
"Please!" I begged.
He smirked and removed his hand and knee before pulling at my panties. I lifted my knees up as he slid them down and tossed them to the floor. His cold metal fingers dug into my hips as he positioned himself between my thighs. I waited in anticipation, wrapping both of my legs around his waist. He let out a moan as he plunged into me, slowly at first. I rolled my hips against his, letting him fill me completely. My belly felt warm and full and I dug my nails into his back as he thrust against me. Our hips rocked together in a singular rhythm, his hands now grabbing onto my ass, guiding himself as deep as he could go. I could see sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. He leaned down and nipped at my neck playfully, his heavy breath tickling my earlobe.
I giggled before taking him by surprise and twisting my legs so that he fell onto his back, me now straddling him. I leaned back, feeling him press against my g-spot. He suddenly seemed unsure of what to do, his eyes widened in shock as he watched me inquisitively, his arms lying at his side. I reached for his hands and placed them firmly on my breasts then slid them along the contours of my body. He seemed to take the hint as he began to pluck and pinch at one of my nipples, his metal arm clutching my ass so tightly I was sure it'd bruise. I ground against his hips, riding him nice and slow. I could feel him gliding in and out of me as I looked up towards the ceiling, letting my hair hang down my back.
He growled impatiently and slammed his hips against mine as hard as he could, throwing me off balance and rolling me over so that he could be on top once more. He moved more forcefully now, quicker and with shorter strides. He nuzzled his head against my neck, his breathing becoming even more jagged as he pounded into me. I could feel my stomach begin to drop and I knew what was coming. My back arched involuntarily and my toes began to curl. My legs went rigid and clamped down on his waist as electricity surged through me. I cried out in ecstasy. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me and his body rippled above me before he collapsed.
We lay there for a minute, him still inside of me. I could feel his cum trickle down my thigh. I was unconcerned, however, as I had been diligently taking my birth control. He panted and held onto me tightly as I played with his hair. He slid off to the side of me and laid on his back. I was suddenly nervous. Would he try to leave now that he had taken me? I was relieved when I felt his arm snake around the middle of my back and draw me closer to him. I laid my head on his chest and draped my arm across his neck, my fingers gently stroking his scruffy jaw. I was never good with awkward silences.
"Finish the game." I commanded.
"What game?"
"Tell me something nobody else knows."
There was another long silence. He rested his chin on my head before replying, "Hmmm, I haven't held a woman like this in a long time."
"Oh, do tell." I grinned, still out of breath.
"Steve said I used to be a ladies man and I remember bits and pieces of it but that's not who I am anymore. The thought of being that close to someone terrifies me. I feel comfortable around you though. I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time" He cleared his throat and ran a finger down the side of my stomach. "Your turn."
I thought long and hard. I had always believed myself to be a pretty open book so it was difficult to think of something but then I thought about the way Bucky was now holding me and who I had previously longed to hold me the same way. Adam. My heart broke just thinking about him. Suck it up, Sam, I thought to myself, How could you be thinking about Adam at a time like this?
"The man I thought I loved put this bracelet on me." I held out my wrist, looking at it with dismay.
He reached out and grabbed my wrist, examining it for himself before placing it back on his chest. He looked down at me with a contemplative look on his face before speaking. His voice was low and soft.
"I'd take it off for you if I could."
I smiled and chuckled to myself. "How generous of you. You're more than welcome to smash my hand into a million pieces if it means this thing can come off."
He frowned. "I could never do that."
And I believed him. He would never intentionally hurt me or anyone else. The look in his eyes told me he was sincere and I could tell he was struggling with the memories of the things he had done in the past. He made a motion to leave, shifting slightly.
I pushed back on his chest and shook my head. "Stay," I said, "Besides, I'm comfy." I yawned and readjusted myself so that my head lay on his shoulder, one leg draped lazily over his. He reached down and pulled the covers over our legs before resting his head against mine.
"Yes ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am!" I whined. "You're like what, 70 years older than me? I should be calling you sir."
My head bounced up and down with his chest as he laughed. "Yes ma'am." He repeated. He kissed my forehead once more as his grip around me tightened and he nestled into me. Our bodies fit perfectly together. I was the most relaxed I had ever been in my life and it felt so right.
I couldn't imagine why my father hated Bucky so much, how he could loathe such a fragile and gentle soul. It just didn't make sense. What had happened to cause such bad blood between the two? I supposed I would never know.
The lights on my bracelet slowly blinked out, the needle piercing my skin. Crap! I had completely forgotten about Wanda and my plan! I glanced at the clock next to my bed, it was almost 5 o'clock. If I left now I could probably intercept her on her way to her room. I thought about jumping out of bed when I felt Bucky's head get heavier and his breathing louder. He had fallen asleep. I couldn't bear the thought of waking him up. In truth, I simply didn't want to leave. Operation Remove Bracelet would just have to wait until tomorrow. It wasn't long until I drifted off to sleep as well.
I felt something being tugged from underneath me. My head hit the headboard and I moaned in annoyance. The room was suddenly bright and disorienting. I put my hand over my face before opening my eyes. Peering through my fingers, I saw an incredibly furious Tony standing over me.
"Wake the fuck up Samantha!"