Epilogue
It is pretty rare that Steve, Bucky, and I get the day off together, but anyway you slice it, there is a lot of sex involved. With the three of us being so interconnected, any kind of sex became dangerously exhausting. At best, the three of us got hot together and calmed down for a bit at the same time. When just one person's desire can flow through and awaken the other two, anytime someone is particularly horny, it could mean disaster for a day's plans. When we get out of sync, it is often just a leapfrog of sex throughout the day, and although I know the danger, I am out of patience and so very excited. So I am happy to take the blame for getting us out of sync today. I missed them. I have no intention of leaving the house. I had done my best to keep my mind to myself for the last few days while they were off on a mission doing missiony things and my fingers are not enough. I knew they were busy and I kept our connection mostly closed, but my body had missed them incredibly. They got in late last night, and of course were tired, when they crawled into bed, and I had been begrudgingly satisfied with just them wrapping their arms around me and falling asleep. But I know I filled their minds with sex and desire as they slept. It was all I could think of lately. I want Steve's hands on my body. Bucky's mouth. I want them inside me. I miss the way they taste. The way they smell. Everything.
I feel morning pull me awake, turning in the sheets searching for a hot body. I find cool metal attached to a warm and sleeping Bucky. I let my hands explore the feel of him and let my mind open up to see where Steve is. Oh. He's on a run. Not far, but not close enough for me. I feel like I've been aching for two days. My fingers are not enough- I most certainly tried, but I missed them. I slide my hands over the brunette's chest. "Good morning, Buck," I whisper, groggy as I stretch against him. I feel him surface into himself in his mind, my desire washing against him like a lapping wave as he floats into wakefullness.
He turns over to me, wrapping his arms around me and basking in the glow of heated desire. I feel him press the length of his body against me, without an effort to hide his hardness against my thigh as his mind grows awake. " mm 'morning," he grumbles, leaning down to kiss me. He's all hot tongue and hands struggling to get me closer. I roll up, breaking his lazy kiss to straddle him. "Mmm," he murmurs, sliding back to sit up against the headboard and help me remove my oversized sleep shirt. He tosses it aside, and I feel his rush of lust and appreciation. He loves looking at my body, and I love the warmth that rolls off him. "Come here Dreamgirl."
I follow his urging, sliding forward to straddle his lap as he pulls me in for a kiss. His naked body up against mine feels like heaven. Tone super soldier muscle leaves so much for me to touch, and his stubble scratches my chin when he tangles his tongue with mine. I know he can feel how hot I am, my desire burning across his skin. "I want you," I whisper across his skin, reaching between us to guide his length inside me.
"Fuck" Bucky hisses, throwing his head back. "Damn, Dreamgirl. Slow down," He whispers, just barely awake as I descend on him hungry and desperate. Bucky, however wants to enjoy me in the early morning to himself. He doesn't have to share with Steve, and although he doesn't mind sharing, not in the slightest, he also likes to enjoy me and Steve separately on occasion. I am not in a patient mood, though. He feels my desperate wave of desire, and I sit on him, grinding the length of him against my wetness, rolling my hips, and settling into his lap. I feel him start to take in more air, brain waking up with the swell of wet warmth as he feels how much I want him inside me. He grips my hips, and I can feel his burning shocked desire rush through him. "Oh god," he whispers. Yep. He's awake now.
I love having the power to turn a supersoldier into mush. I roll my hips, and he wraps his hands around my waist, "Okay. Yeah, Slow is not happening" he mutters with a sleepy smirk, pulling me up and reseating me with his hardened length inside me. My head falls back, a breathy sound of pleasure ripped from me as he wraps his arms around me, just trying to hold on as I let my body squeeze him tight and my hands bury in the growing fluff of his hair. I pull on him for leverage to ride him. "Wow. Fuck. Y/N, you are so wet." he whispers, hips bucking slightly up, driving himself inside me.
I moan, arching back and closing my eyes. "God, you feel so good," I moan, lifting and grinding myself onto him faster. "I missed you so much," I pant, riding hard and fast as the man's arms wrap around my shoulders and give me the leverage I need to pull down hard. I let my fantasies and desires flow into him. I showed him me masturbating, thinking of him just last night. Wanting him and Steve so badly I couldn't wait.
He moans, leaning back and lets his hands explore me, stroking me as I ride him. He watches me, touches me, and encourages me. "God Y/N, your amazing, look at you" He grabs my hips, slowing me down and driving himself into me, hard, slow strokes that drive me crazy but don't get me closer to coming. "You love to ride my cock, dont you, my Dreamgirl?" I'm so hot for him I want to explode.
I nod, opening my eyes and trying to roll my hips against his strength. He holds me, and I moan, letting my hands touch myself, my breasts, my thighs, nails scraping in desperation as I move to his arms, whimpering softly as I struggle for more friction. "Yes," I answer him, "Bucky. Please..."
"What is it, Dreamgirl?" He asks, letting one hand slid between us while his metal hand still controls my pace.
"Please. Please, I want to it harder." I beg, my hot eyes meeting his.
The brunette smiles, his flesh hand digging against my clit and shooting electric lighting up my skin. He lets my hip go, metal hand wrapping up behind me to hold my shoulder and help him drive hard into his lap. "Then ride me harder, doll." He whispers, his other hand slapping my thigh softly.
"Fuck" I whisper. Picking up the pace and shifting with his fingers to get them just where I need them. My leg starts to shake. "Yes. Yes!" I whisper, feeling him thrusting up to meet me, his finger working me hard, his lips tasting the neck of my skin and my sweat as I let my head fall back, groaning. I'm so close. I'm so close. I just want to come. "Please, Please," I beg, I beg for him not to stop, I beg for more, he makes me want to beg as his fingers push harder, winding me up and up and up and up, and I want to crash so badly.
It feels like forever on the edge of a knife before sweet overwhelming pleasure claws up my back and makes me explode. I feel it flow over me like a wave and crash through Bucky. He thrusts a few hard motions inside me, spilling into me as he comes with a soft moan of my name and flopping tiredly back to the headboard. He holds me there a while longer until we are both a little sticky. He pets me gently, sated and tired and happy as he softens inside me, and I feel his love and tenderness flow over me. It's nice. It's really nice. I feel our connection sing as he settles into a pool of sated heat inside himself. I woke him up, and he wants to sleep again. I smile, giving him a light kiss as I slide off him.
"MMmm," he moans softly, stirring when I grab a washcloth and clean him off. "Thank you," he says softly. I feel his love slide across my skin. He doesn't have to say he loves me; I can feel it shine inside me.
"Well, I got you dirty it is only fair to clean you up," I say with a smile.
He chuckles and gently strokes my ass with a soft palm. "Thank you for the good morning, Dreamgirl." He says with a lazy smile.
I laugh gently, moaning as his wide palm squeezes. "You still excited?" he asks, feeling my warmth roll off me still.
"Yeah," I say gently, biting my lip, feeling a little embarrassed about how much I want them.
"You wanna ride my face?" He offers with a wide smirk. "Happy to make you come again, Dreamgirl."
I hear the front door open, and the wave of heat rolls over me. Steve is home. Bucky smiles as the super soldier appears in the doorway, sweaty and sticky, also clearly able to feel what we are up to. "Actually..." I look over my shoulder with a dirty smirk. "I think I need a shower."
"Yes, that is a good idea" smiles the brunette, eyes closing halfway as he struggles to stay awake, peering at me through lidded eyes.
"Oh yeah?" Steve asks. His breathless pants are so hot. I know it is from running, but I want it to be from pounding into me.
I nod. "Yeah," I slide up to him, completely naked, freshly fucking, and still so revved up for more. I slide my hands over Steve's taught body, peeling off his sweat-soaked clothes and capturing his lips. He smells like sweat, and his skin is overheated. I feel his concern that he smells, but he smells like him, and I just want him more. I let my desire echo back into him. Steve tries to catch his breath, hands gripping my naked body to him and mouthing my shoulder and neck. I grab his short-cropped hair, pulling him up to me and crushing his lips to mine hotly. I step back, pulling him with me.
Steve glances up at his best friend over my shoulder. "You coming?"
Bucky laughs gently. "I just did," he murmurs, rolling himself over a little to watch, but we can both feel he is tired and just idly enjoying the show. He's not gonna join us just yet.
Steve smiles at my eagerness and bends down to hike me up into his arms. I let out a squeak as he picks me up off the floor and takes me into the bathroom. He sets me on the counter, leaving the door open so Bucky can watch from the bed, before leaning back to turn on the water. He quickly returns to kissing me senseless. I help him strip, my body not nearly calm enough for having just come apart with Bucky, but I have been dreaming about them for days, and I blame that my overactive imagination. He breaks my kiss, staring into my eyes, sweet and caring heat. He doesn't need to say that he loves me. I feel it. Warm and sweet breaking around me, but Steve always says it anyway. "I love you, doll. I missed you so much." He whispered, intimate and kind, his fingers cradling my head and neck as his soft fingers tilt my head back and dominate my mouth. I get lost in it, the feel of his love washing over me, his mouth and tongue stirring up must lust and desire but also the tenderness in him.
"I love you," I whisper, kisses his jaw gently. "I missed you so much. I couldn't breathe without wanting you two." Steve is a hopeless romantic, and I feel him like light and sunshine inside my mind. He pulls me off the counter, ushering me into the hot spray.
I feel him heat up, inside and out, as he admires my body covered in hot water. He loves the sight of me, covered in water and watching it roll down my skin, the feel of it slick against me. I tilt my head up under the water, trying to be as sexy as I can, peeking over my shoulder at him as he lets his hands trace my wet skin. He's just looking, enjoying the way I move underneath his hands. I can feel the heat flow through him, desire building but I want more. I also want to taste him. I slide down on my knees and I can feel his desire spike as I look up at him through my eyelashes. I take his hard length into my hand and pump it slowly licking my lips. He smiles softly, a gentle hand cradling my face as I slowly take his hard length into my mouth. "God Y/N." He whispers, excitement and heat pouring through him as I suck gently. I let my tongue lick, and my hand stroke slowly. It's probably not very nice of me but I am looking to work him up more than satisfy him.
He tastes so good. I close my eyes, moaning and enjoying the tang of him in my mouth and letting myself mouth vibrate around his length. He smells like sweat and heat, and I love the feel of him hardening against my tongue as I swallow him down. I relax softly, sucking as his hips as they rock into my mouth, slow thrusts as I feel the heat of him boil inside me. He groans, pulling himself out of me and pulling me up to my feet, hungry for more as he kisses me as his hands explore my slick skin.
I pull his hand from exploring my hip, and I put him where I want him, pulling him up against me, hands spreading across my chest. I feel him groan more than hear it as his whole body slides up against the length of me and his hands seem to wake up from their trance.
His mouth drops, sucking on my neck, both hands squeezing my wet flesh in excited handfuls. He pushes the swells of soft breast together with a small appreciative sound. He works the soft and tender flesh with a squeeze of his strong fingers, brushing his thumb across my nipples and enjoying the shiver and gasp it elicits. I let him feel my excitement as he squeezes and massages my slick skin. He devours my mouth letting one hand divert and dive between my legs, and I love the hungry sound he makes when he feels how wet I am. My arousal is mixed with Bucky's fluid, and he feels the thought in my head and it makes his cock twitch with excitement.
Steve is usually sweet and slow, but he can feel my heat, taste my desperation, and is also a sucker for giving me what I want. He turns me around, sudden and rough, bends me forward and pulls my shoulder back, arches me. My heart pounds with arousal as he lines himself up from behind. I gasp, grabbing onto the wall as I spread my legs and feel his hand push my pelvis back. He's inside me suddenly and, the stretch is so good, my slick body giving way to him easily and I hang my head forward, bracing myself on the shower wall with an involuntary guttural sound of pleasure.
Steve lets his hand smack my wet ass; the sting rocketed through me as he bottoms out inside me. "This what you want, doll?" He asks, feeling my brain short-circuiting around the movement of his finger on my clit before he smacks me again. He knows the answer already; his hips snap into me hard, and I let out another strangled moan, arousal and pleasure pouring across the connection.
"Harder," I answer. His hand both grip my waist, and he bottoms out again, driving into me hard and fast. "Fuck, Steve! Yes." I scream.
"Ugh," I strangle another noise, an overload of heat and sensation coming out of me in sound as he grabs my hair in a handful pulling me back. I feel like he is gonna fold me in half, his hips pounding me hard.
"Touch yourself, doll," he orders, and I move my hand to do as he commands. I feel everything speed up and we are both panting breathlessly as he leans in close to me, kissing me sweetly even as it feels like his body is turning me inside out.
I work myself hard, desperate for release as his strong fingers dig into my hips, pumping into me. He feels amazing, strong and hard, lust rushing through me as he speeds up, and I felt his hands grip my body, desperate to feel me, fuck me, make me come. He feels so good, stretching me and filling me, rolling deep inside me, and his hands slick across my skin. The wet slap on his skin on mine is dirty, and he grunts his pleasure with the effort of fucking me. "Come for me doll, come hard for me."
His rough order makes me shudder, and I come in waves crashing apart with pleasure up my spine as my legs turn to jelly and Steve catches me. He pumps softly another thrust or two, and I ride out my pleasure on his thickness before I feel him erupt inside my body and my mind. I feel it roll through me like a gentle fire settles between my legs and I finally breathe. Steve turns me, still clutching me softly as he drops kisses on my skin. I can feel he wants more connection, he missed me, not just sex, but he also feels a little dirty with how much he enjoyed it.
"Ugh," I whisper, "Thank you" I moan, stretching and patting his face and chest' letting my love and adoration fall into him. "That was so good." he smiles at my praise, wrapping himself around me to enjoy the water on my naked skin. One hand squeezing my ass hard as he pulls me to him. I clean him gently, and he spends the rest of the shower enjoying the touch of my skin and the sweetness of my kisses. He is so tender that it reminds me I missed more than just the amazing sex.
We get out, drying off eventually, still filled with gentle touches. Steve just puts on pants, and I don an oversized shirt and a small pair of underwear, emerging into the apartment to the smell of breakfast.
Bucky is in the kitchen, finishing up bacon. He adds it to the island buffet of food, smiling as we both come over hungrily helping ourselves. Steve leans in, capturing Bucky in a kiss, casual and thankful. Steve's hands explore Bucky's waist. I watch them, exploring their gentle, loving, and possessiveness as he plays with the waistband of the brunette boxers and the underside of his shirt. "Thank you for breakfast, this looks amazing."
I watch Bucky lean back kissing the other super soldier gently and sweetly as heat flowing around them is both at a light simmer. They are so casual at home. This affection is less guarded than they were out in the world. Here they could love one another openly, and it was beautiful. Bucky closes his mouth. Pecking Steve's lips sharply. "Alright, that's enough of that," Steve groans softly hand spreading across Bucky's toned abs. His gentle desire is warm across us both and I am pretty sure Bucky can feel it through me.
"Yes, yes," Bucky answers, "food first- then sex" Steve laughs gently. "I don't want it to get cold."
Steve nods, turning and popping some bacon into his mouth. "Mmm' yeah. Y/n does work up an appetite."
After breakfast, we actually fall onto the living room couch together after breakfast, no speed or urgency, just relaxation. I get up and wash the dishes while Steve and Bucky argue playfully about what to watch. Eventually, I feel the rise of their playfulness turn into desire. I know what they are up to, I can feel it, but I certainly don't need to join them just yet. I love the feel of it though, the hum of their desire running through them, peppered with love and playfulness, and I do want to watch. I finish up and join them. I smirk when I come around the corner to Steve panting wildly, hand buried in Bucky's hair as the other super soldier sucks him off.
Bucky's mouth is merciless, lips wrapped around him, cheeks hallowed as he sucks, head bobbing hard and fast making Steve shake. The hand not petting Bucky's short hair is in his mouth as the blonde bites trying not to scream. I smile as the blonde bucks into the other man. The former Winter Soldier has strong arms holding Steve to the couch and I watch the Steve's thighs strain and tremble, against the brunette muscular arms. Bucky is one of the only human beings in the world who could hold him down, and that very fact turns them both on like a bonfire. Steve always has to be careful with me. I'm breakable. Bucky, however, happily encourages him to go harder, especially during sex. Especially in his mouth.
Steve looks amazing when he is helplessly sprawled on the couch, one hand shaking in Bucky's hair. You don't steer Bucky. You beg, you pet, and you praise and you hang on for the ride. The other hand is stuffed in his mouth trying to be quiet as the brunette hollows his mouth and a guttural groan comes out. Steve huffs, breathes and wines into those fingers and the sounds are so sexy I am not entranced. Those sounds from Steve are the hottest things I am ever heard. "God Bucky, he looks so beautiful like that." I tell him, because it is true, completely strung out and losing control, Steve looks like he could explode into a million pieces.
They both open their eyes, Bucky looks up at his handy work, admiring the panting tone chest, tight with pleasure and Steve's blissed-out eyes as he watches his best friend and lover take his cock in his velvet mouth. "Fuck" he says around his fingers shaking with effort.
I walk over, gently removing the other hand from Steve's mouth so I can hold it. "Come on Darling, don't hold back. Let him hear how much you like it. Tell him what a good job he is doing." Steve is so far gone, mostly he just makes noise. Desperate delicious noise. I look at the arch of his tense hips and know Bucky's got to have a finger in his ass, dancing over his prostate and making him pant so hard, eyes screwed shut with everything all over his body tensed with the effort of surviving the pleasure rocketing through him.
"Please Bucky. Please let me come, Love. Oh god. Please." His hips buck again and the other man lets him thrust a little into his mouth. "Oh Fuck." Steve chokes on his own breath as he thrusts a few sweet times and finally erupts into Bucky's mouth. His whole body trembles and I pet his shaking shoulders as his orgasm rains over me like fireworks. He came so hard he just lays and breathes for a moment. I feel the white-out pleasure of his mind and nothing but sunshine and love.
Bucky leans back, he's on his knees, leaning back to admire his handy work. I feel him so turned on by Steve he is about to burst. He is sitting up off his heels, the crotch of his boxers stretched wide over his weeping cock. My own mouth waters at the sight of him soaking through the cotton of his boxers, wetting it at the apex of his tense thighs. He looks up at me, glorious, shirtless, panting, arms soft at his sides and I feel the wave of desire off him. I smile as he lifts up an arm to me. I little claw of his fingers, a reaching playful wanting motion. "You want that ride yet Dreamgirl?" He asks, ready to turn those wicked lips onto me.
I shake my head, instead, I kneel down with him, meeting his lips rough and deep while I reach down into his underwear and wrap my fingers around him. He doesn't need much. I tug him a few times, hand tight and fast. I spread his slick precum all over his length, squeeze hard and tight. I jerk him with intention. I also cheat just a little. I pour the image of Steve in his mind, the one I just saw that got him this close to coming in the first place. I show him what he looks like, on his knees making Captain America beg, holding down the super soldier, and making the other man helpless. Spread-out, wet, sweaty body a river of rippling muscle and sunshine and Bucky made him beg for it. He shudders and comes, his lips going slack against mine. Once he floats down off his high, he slouches back onto his heels, leaning back onto the coffee table to catch his breath. I bring my dirty hand to my mouth and lick the warm, salty cum off my fingers. Both men give off drained moans. "Delicious" I inform them smirking as the brunette's head falls straight back and he pants for air.
I clean them both up happily and even take care of the stains off the carpet that Bucky sheepishly apologizes for. "Darling, you are welcome to ruin anything in my apartment as long as you are also ruining me" I say with a wiggle of my eyebrow and a smirk. Eventually join them, happy, full, and stated they finally decide on an action movie. I don't really care about what we are watching. I just curl up against Bucky's flesh arm, enjoying Steve's idol message on my feet as I fall asleep.
I wake up a little later, and the movie is over, and Steve is sketching in his sketchbook, Bucky reading quietly, obviously neither wanting to wake me. Steve is beautiful and peaceful, his sweet soft smile glancing up at the swell of my hips a few times. He must be sketching me. Since I haven't moved I make the choice to stay still, letting him continue. Even though I don't like the idea of him looking at me so closely, he loved to draw me and Bucky. He loved to look at us, and to sketch us, a lot of the time naked. I don't love to look at my body, but those drawings are different, a lens changing with the way Steve sees me, and I love the feeling he has now, the buzz of satisfaction and creation rumbling across my skin.
Bucky is reading. He is quite the turn of, the pages meeting the scratch of Steve's pencil and it is so peaceful. But I can feel his emotion, the book is getting good and there is a rush of adrenaline and excitement as he turns the page. His mind is off in its own world, imagination stirring to create amazing places and people that feel so real in his mind as he climbs into fantasies and explores these new worlds. He is engrossed and I love the feel of it.
Steve catches my open eyes after not too long and smiles. He does a few quick lines before closing the sketchbook and taking my forgotten feet back into his hands. Bucky stirs at the movement and change in sound, his mind surfacing from the excitement of his other world back into ours. I sit up stretching and feeling the desire brush through me, low and warm. I don't know whose it is but I hold my stretch showing off my softly rounded body. Bucky's voice, a deep casual voice breaking the silence. "Hey dreamgirl. Since I made you breakfast, can you work me up a snack?"
"Sure" I stand stretching, smiling and happily eager to help "What can I get you?"
Okay. I guess I was oblivious? I feel his desire rolls over me, a sudden wildfire under that low hum. As he leans forward, his nimble fingers flip his book shut, bookmark in place as it topples end over end to land perfectly on the coffee table. Oh shit. His eyes are hungry and never leave me as his books does its trick. The confidence in that it so hot. He runs his fingers up my thighs and hooks them around my underwear. "You." He growls, with a deep voice, his strong shoulders rolling as he leans forward so that his bright blue eyes look at me full of heat. Fuck is that hot.
I think it has the intended consequences as I feel wetness rush between my legs and gulp softly. "Oh" I whisper breathy and sweet. He sinks down, pulling me forward onto the couch as he slides my panties off encouraging me to climb up around his face. I guess the third time he offers me to ride his face in a day is a bit more of a request than an offer. I shouldn't say no. That would just be rude. I don't wanna be rude.
I blush violently glancing at Steve who has burning hot blue eyes following me as he slides closer. He leans up kissing me, taking my tongue against his as the blond settles in to touch my body. He strokes my waist, my breasts, my ass, he spreads my thighs encouraging me to climb higher up onto Bucky's shoulders. The other super soldier meets my wet center eagerly. Open mouth kisses give way to deep steady licks as he delves into me, hungry as he eats me out.
I pant quietly moaning as he slides his fingers into me. "Yes, please…" I whisper, rolling my hips a little. I feel Bucky growl, licking hard and making me gasp, I grip his short hair roughly.
Steve has been getting better at dirty talk, it makes him feel awkward, he doesn't feel sexy, but I like it and Bucky fucking loves it, along with any noise either of us make. So Steve lets me leaning back against him and he whispers in my ear, warm and breathy, "You nice and wet for him doll?" I whine and I rock my hips into Bucky's tongue. He feels so good. The combination of his fingers, his slick tongue and the lust pouring into me from my connection with them has me worked up in no time. "Yes, that's it Y/N, grind against him, get all wet and sloppy for him"
Bucky growls going from sampling my taste to eating me out in earnest. And I grip Steve's with an arm thrown behind me as he massages my breasts under my shirt. "What do you want, doll?" I moan in response, my brain struggling to process.
I gasp in shock as Bucky's strong hands pull me away from his mouth and he smirks up at me taking in air. "The Captain asked you a question," he says, letting one hand slap my thigh softly, the metal warmed by my skin and his flesh finger still spreading me open. "You gotta answer Dreamgirl, or I stop" I whimper in protest but he smacks again, this time the swell of my ass, rocking me hard into his fingers and taking my breath away.
"Yes sir." I pant and feel both of them heat at my words, he smirks pulling me back onto his face as I let out a breathless cry, stomach twisting with sour pleasure. "Oh...God, Bucky..Oh Shit Yes."
Steve's hands pull my shirt all the way off, squeeze my breasts and he asks me again in a deep voice. "What do you want doll?"
I moan grinding "I want more." Steve smiles, loving how incoherent I am when I am this far gone.
"You want his fingers?" Steve offers.
I pant and feel the pleading sound in my voice. "Yes, please" Bucky's tongue, is relentless on my clit and the muscle doesn't stop, it is just is joined by the stretch of another slick finger slipping inside of me.
Steve massages me, hands stroking my skin and mouth on mine. I would kiss him but I can't breathe anymore. Cant focus enough to move my lips. "You want to come?"
"Yes..." I whisper begging and rolling my hips and let out a startled scream as the blonde smacks my ass hard.
"Not yet" he tells me, pressing me up against Bucky's teasing tongue.
"What?" I ask panting hard, my body shuddering. Struggling desperately not to come but also wanting it so badly but I seem to be unable to without his permission "P...please?" I ask, completely lost.
Steve squeezes my ass, "That depends. When you come, how will you repay us for taking such good care of you?"
I pant. "Whatever you want," I promise. Bracing my arms against the back of the couch as Bucky leans back. Looking up at me with a hot eyes still buried between my legs, less pressure with his soft licks pulling me back from the edge. He's doing this on purpose. Fuck fuck fuck.
The brunette slides all the way back licking his lips lewdly "Anything?" He asks. A dirty smirk in his face with my juices makes me whimper.
Steve moans, grabbing a handful of my ass. They both know that this charade is not strictly necessary, I would do anything for them, anytime they asked, but begging is what they want from me right now, I feel the heat of their desire burning through me. They want to know how much I want them. They want to feel it as it leaks out of me. "Yes. Yes anything. Whatever you want." I hold Bucky's face in my hands and let every dirty thought spill out of me and into them. Steve gasps, grabbing my hips and grinding his hardness against me and Bucky pants between my legs.
I keep pouring heat and lust and little snippets of fantasies that tumble into them. Me sucking them off. Me riding Steve, while sucking off Bucky. Bucky bending me over the back of the couch, taking me from behind. Steve between my legs eating me out. Watching the two of them twisted together, Steve fucking Bucky into the mattress while I touch myself. Steve moans smacking my ass again and breaking my concentration on the fantasies and shocking me back into my body. "I want to fuck your ass..." Oh. Well. The explains all the ass slapping today. I stop breathing as Bucky's finger roll hard and unyielding on my clit as he stares up at me. Steadily build my orgasm. "...while Bucky is inside you." I gasp softly, the idea of that promise alone gathers in my gut threatening to crack me apart. I wonder absently if Bucky and Steve talked about this while they were gone or if Bucky is just immediately on board.
Steve slides a slick finger into my dripping core from behind making me pant as he spreads me alongside Bucky's fingers. "Yes." I start to tremble, feeling Steve's fingers move to my ass, teasing slowly. I have no control over my breath and my legs as they shake. Bucky's fingers in me are constantly working me close to the edge, but he won't let me go over. He looks up at Steve, following his Captain's orders.
Steve pulls my head to the side stroking my face his mouth on mine. "Say it." He tells me. "Tell us what you want" he bites lightly.
I groan breathing hard, "I want your finger in my ass." I close my eyes lost in the feeling as he pushes inside me. "Fuck me" I breathe, more a curse than a request as I feel the slick intrusion run excitement up my spine.
"That's the idea doll" Steve responds and it shoots between my legs like a rocket, making me gush around Bucky's fingers.
I groan and whimper. I need more still. "I want you to fuck me. I want both of you inside me at the same time" I am panting hard looking for focus as I rock against the brunette, struggling. "I want Buckys mouth on me again" I pant hard as the brunette does as requested and returns his mouth to urgent business. "I want to come."
Steve stokes me, finger gently pressing deep in my ass and I let out an wet groaning sound. "Say please." He adds as another finger joining the first.
I can't help it, I fall forward, right on the edge of my orgasm I hover over Bucky, gripping the couch and I know I am begging incoherently but I am too desperate to be embarrassed or hold back. The words fall from my lips, begging to come as Bucky's tongue overwhelms me and their fingers spread me. "Then come for us doll." Steve commands and I feel like he uncorked me.
I come hard, shattering as the coil inside me finally explodes. I gush against Bucky's face, my orgasm ripping through me. Leaving me panting for air as the world turns around me. I feel Steve catch me but Bucky doesn't break away and I just won't stop. And it's too soon, too soon and too much, but my body bends to his will and I come again anyway. It's a smaller wave sliding through me, as I shake again and I struggle for air as I scream. Finally Bucky pulls away letting me collapse off his shoulder and fold like jelly into his lap.
He guides me down, impaling me immediately onto the thick hard length of him and I whimper. I'm sensitive and so very very overstimulated but he doesn't move. I'm so wet and relaxed that I fall onto him easily, the stretching of him inside me gentle but still breathtaking. He just holds me, struggling for air himself as he whips his face clean of me. "Fuck she came so hard" I hear him say, soft into my hair as the wet sound of kissing lures me to open my eyes. Steve is there kissing Bucky and they look so good. I remember all of a sudden that Steve's fingers are still spreading my ass open, slick lube and warm fingers working me open. Fuck. Fuck that is hot.
Bucky moans softly and I feel him twitch while buried deep inside me. "God Steve, I can feel you. I can feel your fingers against me... inside her." He just moans again gripping my hips to hold me still as he shifts and drops kisses all over my face. "Hey, Dreamgirl? Are you okay? You sure you are okay for more."
I moan softly. "Don't stop. But I need a minute" I choke out, Steve still gently opening my ass adds more lube. I moan and roll my head dropping back and trying to get away from all the sensations overwhelming me. "Today is the day I die." I whisper. And Bucky chuckles when I feel him shift a little. "You're gonna kill me. Literally fuck me to death, holy shit!" I grab hold of Bucky and move. I lift up and drop down, impaling myself on both of Bucky's hot length and Steve's fingers. "Fuck….fuck...fuck…" I whimper. I have to move, I have to. I want to I need more friction. "Please" I beg, not sure what for I just can't stay still. Then Steve adds another finger and I disappear into white-hot bliss again.
"Minutes up?" Bucky asks with a roll of his hips and I feel my insides melt. I still have no strength, can't help much at all. But I am pliant and soft and my body is relaxed goo which is probably a good thing.
"Steve," I am vaguely aware I sound absolutely wrecked. "Get inside me please. Now."
"Yes Ma'am" Steve gently caresses my ass spreading apart the cheeks before pressing inside. I bend forward panting and so thankful for Bucky's encouraging dirty mouth.
"That a girl." Bucky whispers, "Yes. Oh, Dreamgirl, look at you. Such a good girl for us." I moan trying to be good as Steve pushes inside me. "Yes, oh god, you're so tight and so full. So full of us. Steve is so hot for you, our good girl." He squeezes my breasts, my hips, hands groping my thighs as I struggle for air. "Can you take him Dreamgirl?" I nod clutching Bucky weakly, softly relaxed body placid from coming so hard. I'm not sure I can ever tense a muscle again.
Steve kisses my neck and shoulders, hands worshiping me as I lay between them too blissed out to think or move very intentionally. Steve feels good though, and Bucky feels so hard inside me I just want to move. It burns to sit still, even relaxed, and I realize I somehow I already want more. I feel a rush of excitement and energy spike through me as Steve seats himself all the way inside me and both men moan in unison. Steve kisses Bucky over my shoulder, the two waiting patiently for me to adjust to the absolutely blissful agony of being so full and so strung out on pleasure. I moan seeing them and make a weak effort to roll my hips between them.
Steve takes the hint and begins very gently thrusting into me, Bucky panting hard now. "Fuck that feel so good" he says lips finding mine and sucking as I collapse a little against him.
Steve grunts his agreement, shaking with the effort to be gentle. This time, with Steve setting the pace it is Bucky's hands free to explore me. The skin warmed metal hand brushing gently against me the same as his soft flesh hand, stroking and massaging handfuls of my thighs, my side, my breasts. I am truly so overwhelmed I can barely breathe as he kisses me occasionally, his deep voice washing me with praise in between. "God damn Dreamgirl. Fuck, you are amazing. Our dream come true."
The soldier is running out of words to describe the feeling and I have no brain cells. I feel like they have filled me so full I am spilling out. Both men are well endowed to begin with, thick and hard stretching me around them, I am lost in the feel of skin and how hard they are against one another separated by only a small bit of oversensitive flesh. I feel like that on the outside too as Steve bends over sloppily kissing Bucky, and then me.
"You feel so good. So good. I'm gonna come " he whispers and Bucky nods, leaning his head back lost in the feel of me with a sweet guttural sound.
"Please," Bucky whispers. Ice blue meeting my eyes with tenderness and desperation, I pet his face and struggle with tired muscles to ride him gently with Steve's languid pace. "God. Fuck." He chokes on his words. "Just a little faster Steve. I'm so close. She feels so good. You feel so good." I feel Steve get a little faster, hips shuttering at the pace. And I struggle to help him. My legs are like jello but I rock pushing them in and out as best I can and I feel the pleasure wave through them both.
I don't know that I come myself; but I think I do. It is a small hot roll of pleasure this time that spreads from my center and I breathe hard, thighs trembling. The gentleness of my orgasm is completely overshadowed by the rush of pleasure that soaks my mind as Bucky explodes inside me. I feel him stutter his hips, driving up a few quick brutally hard thrusts as he empties himself inside me and I clench around him, hands clutching his shoulders as I ride out his pleasure in my mind like I'm lost at sea the waves of it crash around me and feel like they rattle me. Steve is not far behind. It's a strange feeling of him coming inside me, filling me up when I am already so full and sore. His pleasure crashes over me like Bucky's and I float mindlessly in his bliss. I know I am moving. I think I can hear my voice telling them I love them and calling their names but I am also soaked in nothingness but pleasure and floating in the waves of their orgasms as they thrust into me.
I come back to Steve's hand on my face, he is next to us on the couch now, brushing away tears from my face with his thumb his forehead against mine as his ragged shaky breath washes over me. Bucky is still under me, face on my other side, lips on the bottom edge of my chin, tilted up at me, hands massaging my back gently. "There you are doll" Steve whispers.
"Sorry" I answer blinking and still struggling to breathe. I feel empty and a little chilly as I come down from the heated high.
Bucky smirks gently. "Nothing to be sorry for." He kisses my neck gently. "Just making sure you're okay"
I groan, long and slow. "Brain broken" they both laugh, warm chuckles as Steve stands, a little shaky himself so I couldn't have been blissed out long. Bucky nuzzles me, I feel love pour off him and into me. He loves me, he loves Steve, and he feels so lucky to have us. I feel just the same. Steve returns with a washcloth to clean me up and gathers me from Bucky's arms. I feel him reach out, Helping Bucky up on to wobbly legs while still holding me. What a show-off.
He takes me to bed, crawling in with me. Bucky joins a few moments later smelling a little of soap and skin a lot less sticky. I don't think he showered, just washed up, but he snuggles into my back dropping kisses on my neck and shoulders. Steve and Bucky kiss again, over my shoulder long and slow, enjoying one another before laying back down and twining fingers together to lay over my hip.
"You still kinda taste like her," Steve says with a smirk.
Bucky moans a little, catching Steve's eye and smirking "She came so hard she squirted all over me."
Steve moaned softly. "Damn" and I can feel his interest stir again. I am nowhere near arousal enough for more sex but the super soldiers are insatiable.
"No, no. I love you both but that is enough supersoldier sex for right now. I am spent." I say, soft voice horse from begging and moaning. "Just hold me right now."
Steve nuzzles closer, kissing me gentle and deep. "I love you too doll." He is smirking, but he is still sincere and sweet.
Bucky buries his nose on the back of my neck, so hesitant as he whispers, "I love you both." I feel both of their love flow into me and smile softly as it settles inside me. We drift back to sleep together. It isn't often that we get a day off together, but when we do, we fuck like bunnies.
Authors Note:
So I wrote a few sequels to this story but keeps taking them down, for obviously steamy reasons. If you are interested in more to this story or any of my other stories that may have gotten removed from FF I am beginning to cross-post on Archive of Our Own, under Koken ( /users/Koken/pseuds/Koken) please feel free to join me there.