Clothes like cling-fim on your back
Caught in the swelter like it's a trap
Are you sure it wasn't love?
It's a question that leaves you on edge and quickly doubting your changed behavior. Your eyes dart over the carpeted floor and you feel the air grow tight within your chest. It burns like sharp knives, one of them twisting right down the middle of your stomach, making your mouth instantly dry.
Your lie was so good you even had yourself convinced you had moved on and that he meant nothing to you. Bucky Barnes still meant more to you.
Before him, you were much stronger and independent. Though it seemed that whenever his presence was near you, you quickly fell apart. His affect on you angered you. You were irrevocably upset with how you subconsciously always reacted to him. You didn't want to feel the need to feel his lips on yours, his body on yours, and the one thing you wanted the most: his time.
As his cool fingers - one flesh, one metal - touched the skin of your shoulders, you wondered if you really did read him wrong. Was it possible that he really didn't feel the heat between you two?
This moment was everything he didn't want to happen, but it was happening. How couldn't it when you looked so captivatingly sinful? And it was for another man; for a mission. Nothing about this moment was natural or deliberately amorous. He knew he had no right to feel territorial. You weren't his and he wasn't yours.
He still couldn't stand your attitude, your snarky comments, and your coarse personality. You were everything he never looked for.
So why couldn't he burn out the hot flame in his gut that he's felt since the moment he first laid eyes on you? Why did you make him so afraid that he's felt no other reason but to push you farther and farther away?
He knew why.
When he had first met you, his reaction had been strictly emotional. You set his emotions on fire. You were young and naive, too vain to know that not everything was about you. You were simply a kid he felt he needed to stay away from, because he did feel attracted to your courage nature, something that left him on edge.
But that's all it had been.
Now, in front of him in a pair of lace underwear and bra covering barely anything, he sees just how much of a woman you are.
He hears the rummaging in the next room, and something inside of him continues to scream at him. Don't stop touching. He hates everything about this, he detests it.
You had tried to make something happen and he was the one who turned you down; the ball had been in his court for the better half of a month. He had his motives for doing so, one being that it was true: he had no romantic feelings for you. He felt something, but it wasn't romance. He wouldn't lead you on and tell you he felt the same way. The second reason was because even if he were to finally let someone in again, he couldn't risk that hurt he would feel if something were to happen.
He couldn't risk that, not after Daisy.
Bucky knew that he was a broken man and that he was not worthy of feeling loved ever again. No matter how many people told him otherwise since his recovery, he knew he wasn't. He tried to prove that as much as he could. He went out of his way to purposely not get to know you, to keep you at arms length, and to not make it personal. No matter how many times you begged him to get to know you, he denied your offer. He couldn't get to know you, and you would never understand why.
Jerking off in the shower was the first time he had allowed himself to succumb to his needs. Succumb to the craving he hadn't felt in over half a century. He cried as he came. Wanting more, needing more.
As much as he didn't want to expose himself again, as much as he felt underserving of it, he now wanted to feel something.
Now in this closed-off foyer, he considers something selfish and needy. Something that could degrade your more than help you.
How could you both get what you wanted?
Here you were, showing every inch of your body with all the confidence in the world, as if you didn't just confess your feelings to him a few days ago.
His eyes linger on your tattoo, the one he wants to desperately drag his hot tongue over. Gaze drifting to the hills of your hips, he wants to dent his fingers there and give you a piece of his mind, teach you how you should've been respecting his authority this entire time. Because it was for your own good.
It physically pains him to stay where he is. He can feel his boots sticking to the ground, and he feels his heart plummet in despair. His chest grows right, hot breath ghosting over the back of your neck, and he can taste the iron on his tongue as he bites the inside of his cheek.
Bucky manages to stay in place, watching as you take ahold of the cuffs and syringe. He tries to divert his eyes as you slide the vile into the right side of your black panties.
The heat between the both of you becomes thick with heat and there's been no sound but your breathing. It's so heavy and thick that you're surprised Silas hasn't picked up on it.
Bucky's eyelids are halfway down his eyes when he nearly raises his hand to push away the strand of hair off your back and over your shoulder.
Sex. He wants it.
You would be okay with it. You told him that your attraction had been purely physical and not really love. He knew he was being selfish, but Bucky wonders how you would react if he told you he wanted to sleep with you; have you make him cum. He could offer some kind of deal, do it once and get it out of both your systems.
He knew that the ending would hurt him more than you. He knew that it could very well lead to something complicated for his heart while you were left feeling satisfied. But he wanted to feel it.
His tongue is heavy and dry in his mouth. No word comes out as you turn around to face him. He tries not to pay attention too much attention to the color of your irises or how long your eye lashes are.
He looks away, jaw clenched tight.
You take a deep breath and Bucky watches as you walk out of the room, leaving the foyer door ajar with him out of view.
Bucky closes his eyes tightly together and he lets out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. He couldn't watch this.
But he had no choice. He was here to protect you incase something happened.
A few seconds of torturous silence goes by before he hears a gruff voice laced with a heavy accent.
Silas.
"You're new."
Bucky peaks out far enough to where he's able to see you at a perfect angle. The bedroom is another room away, a small living area separating him from you and Silas.
Silas is sitting comfortably with his back to Bucky in a black leather lounge chair, his legs wide, and a cigar dangling from his fingers.
You, however, are a sight to behold.
If you were nervous before, it did not show. You walked around Silas before stopping in front of him. You were in a pair of black heels Bucky hadn't seen and it made your legs look even longer.
That same feeling of fear creeps up Bucky's spine as his eyes linger on your belly. He doesn't want to use terms of endearment, something he connects to intimacy, but he can't help himself. You looked stunning.
Bucky eyes the cuffs which are on the table by the wall. You had slid the syringe behind one of the table lamps behind Silas, as planned.
"I am." Your voice is light and airy.
"Enough talking, come sit on my lap, sweetheart." His voice is rough and cold.
You place your hands on each of his shoulders, using it as leverage to sit yourself in his lap. Your eyes widen as you feel his clammy hands - dripped in sweat— grip your waist, pulling you down against him. His right hand manages to still hold onto his cigar.
"Put your hands on the back of the chair and hump my bulge. I know you can feel it." You do as told. Your eyes meet Bucky's as Silas grinds you down against him.
Bucky's right hand closes into a tight fist. He hates everything about this.
"What's your name?" He asks. You can smell the alcohol on his breath and makes your stomach churn.
Your eyes to flicker to Bucky's again and you watch as his nose flares.
"Lilly." You tell Silas the name you chose.
"Lilly," Silas repeats back, "You want to suck my dick, Lilly?" You let out an involuntary moan as he unexpectedly grabs your left butt cheek, giving you a strong squeeze.
Bucky's blood grows a mixture of hot and cold as he watches your face scrunch up in what can only be pleasure. Were you enjoying this?
Your response is a tight grind back down against the obvious bulge in his suit pants.
"Yes." you lie compliantly.
"I saw you brought handcuffs. Do you like be tortured, little girl? Hmm?" He gives you another tight squeeze on the same cheek.
If you took one more sniff of his alcohol drenched breath, you knew we would hurl.
"Yes."
"Yeah, you do. Go get them."
You do as you're told, striding over to the table and picking up the cuffs.
You're momentarily startled when you feel a hot body up against your back. You're happy your back is to him, because you swallow down hard, an obvious indication of your unprepared fear.
"Your hair smells incredible. So gorgeous. Perfect for pulling." He mumbles into your neck, "Mmm. Is this a tattoo? Bad bitch."
Thinking on the spot, and shoving your sudden terror and disgust down, you grip the table with your other hand and grind your ass up against him.
He moans into your skin, walking you both back. You're a bit startled, not knowing where exactly he was taking you or where this was going. You only had so much planned. You were to find a window of opportunity and you hadn't found one yet.
You're amused when you feel the back of your legs hit the side of the bed. Perfect.
You look up as you watch Silas start to unbutton his pants. Your palms grow sweaty and your heart is hammering away in your chest.
You didn't want to do this. This was moving too fast into uncharted territory.
"Do you want to lay down?" You ask quickly, and a little too apprehensively. His hands stall on his zipper and for a moment you're scared you overstepped where you shouldn't have and that he had caught on to what was happening.
He squints his eyes at you.
"Wasn't aware you were a dom. I don't like doms." There's a tick to his jaw. He was not happy.
"No, I'm not. Just a suggestion." You say.
He looks at you once more before giving a short nod.
Surprised, you watch as he makes his way on the bed, laying down until the pillow is behind his head.
He looks scarier this way, more intimidating.
"Pull me out and suck me off." He says curtly, widening his legs to make his point. You start to remove your shoes so you can get on the bed, "Keep them, whore."
You do as you're told and you position yourself between his legs. You lean over him, rubbing your leg against him. You hate this so much. You give him a firm rub with your thigh, making him groan. You do it again, taking advantage of when his hand is next to the bed post to make a grab for the cuffs.
The click of them closing tightly around his wrist makes his eyes shoot open.
"The hell?" He says.
He attempts some hard nudges to set himself free, ones that make the bed shake, and when it doesn't work, he looks at you incredulously.
You give him a smirk.
"Vibranium."
His eyes go wide and his left arm goes in the inner pocket of his suit jacket where you know he has a gun.
A gun.
Your face falls.
You grab his arm and you attempt to extend it outwards from his body. He's a lot strong than you so you find yourself grunting as you push him down with you entire body.
"Bitch!" He screams.
On the brink of giving up, and before you can even think about the next step, a sharp knife flies by your head and right through Silas' sleeve, pinning his arm down onto the mattress.
Silas lets out a loud scream, panting. His eyes are as wide as saucers as he looks at his arm pinned down to the bed by a heavy knife. He pulls on his left arm as strong as he can, trying to free himself.
"Who the hell are you?" He's shouting as you already make your way over to the table to grab the syringe.
His eyes dart down to your hand and back to your face and his reaction is comical. You give the needle a few taps, smirking as you do so.
Bucky watches you, enthralled.
"You won't get out of those cuffs, so don't even try. Strongest metal on earth, I'm sure you've heard of it." You say.
"Who the hell are you? What do you want?"
"Information."
He hocks and spits down at your feet, repulsed.
"Like hell."
"Listen, Silas, I'm just going to ask you a few easy questions and then you'll be out of here, alive."
"I don't care, I'd rather die than tell you anything."
You crouch down next to him as you give him a sarcastic pouty face.
"Hmm. That's too bad." You raise the syringe to the crook of his neck, holding his head back as he tries to pull away. He doesn't get too far before you've already inserted the truth serum in him.
You wait about five seconds before speaking.
"Do you work for Hydra?" You ask.
There's a moment of hesitation in his eyes but the drug wins and overtakes him.
"Yes."
"Is Hydra in full control of the city?"
"Hydra and the coroners. Yes."
"Where is the headquarters?"
A pause.
"Saint Lee."
You tilt your head at him.
"Is that an address or someone's name?" You ask.
"It's the name of the corporation. It's on 22 Melbourne."
Bucky was right.
"Does the ring leader work there?"
"Who?"
"The man in charge of all of this."
"If you mean my boss, his name is Ashen, but he's too busy trying to cure his son instead of taking care of what's left of this place."
Your heart falls into the pit of your stomach. The man Bucky has been after this whole time was Ashen, the ring leader, the man who killed your parents.
"What else can you tell us? How do we get in there?"
"You need special identification. Hydra would kill you within two seconds of getting anywhere near that place."
"Is that the only place they are working out of?"
"Yes."
"Doesn't sound smart to me. There's something else."
"That's all I know." He says truthfully.
You let out an angry huff as you run a heavy hand through your hair.
"Damnit." You say, "How would I reach Ashen?"
"Only through Saint Lee where his son is."
"Do you know where he lives? Does he live on 22 Melbourne?"
"No."
With a sigh, you start to get up.
"You can't just leave me here." Silas says, pathetically.
You walk through the living room and into the foyer area where Bucky is.
Bucky grabs your arm and he holds you against the wall, his front up against yours as he breathes hard. You look away.
"You found him. You were right. Happy?" You say.
Bucky's eyes are unreadable as he examines your face.
"He has a son." His voice is monotone.
You nod.
"And a building full of Hydra demons ready to kill everyone in this city who suspects a fly." You add.
He hands you the neuralyzer and the cuff key.
"Wipe that piece of shit clean."
It's silent. It always is after one of you comes home, but this time it's different. You can both sense it. The shift is settling and tight.
That moment in the foyer had affected you both.
Bucky watches as you walk to your bedroom closet, coat still over your shoulder, and heels still on your feet. His eyes are intense as they linger on you and hate it.
You were upset about your revelation.
You had thought you were over this, over him, but clearly you weren't. You still wanted to experience every fiber of what it was to be with him. Gone was the strong image you had curated, and back was the shy girl who had to turn away from him to grab a shirt from the closet.
You knew it was because you lived together. It's not a normal circumstance that someone's crush would have to live with them. This situation was unique. But you were stuck here for the next five and a half months.
He remembers everything from the foyer. Bucky feels the heat in his gut again, and suddenly, he can't help himself anymore.
He had seen you tonight in a way he never did before, and he didn't mean physically.
It was all of you - your damn aura.
You feel your chest grow tight and you can still feel him looking at you. The silence was not helping. You couldn't take this anymore. Why did he have to be so brooding?
There's an unmistakable heat the second you feel him behind you.
You stop your movements when you feel his fingers back on the collar of your coat.
They're surprisingly gentle. Your breath hitches when you realize he's pulling it off of you. You don't say anything, simply letting your arms hang by your side.
The cool air hits your exposed skin and for the first time in days, you feel exposed again.
"I want to ask you something and I want you to be completely honest with me." His voice is filled with the most emotion you think you've ever heard it.
You were afraid.
"Okay."
"Turn around and look at me." His tone is soft and rumbly, not commanding despite the words he used. When you turn around he's staring right down at you, and there went your heart again. His gaze is filled with fire and you can see the wobble in his Adam's apple as he swallows, "Do you still want me?" He asked breathlessly.
His question catches you off guard in a way you never imagined.
Your heart is racing and your brain goes on full adrenaline mode. Was it possible that only hours after realizing you still possibly loved him that he realized he felt the same way? Your breathing is fast and sharp through your nose as he waits tentatively for your response.
"Yes." Your voice cracks with emotion. You look away.
He looks at you curiously and a bit confused.
"You said what you felt for me was just physical. I can give that to you tonight. I want to feel good, too." The brute honesty was just as painful as it was hot. He wanted mutual sex.
You feel the tears burning in your throat at the realization. This wasn't a declaration of love. He wanted to have sex with you and forget it happened.
It wasn't entirely his fault, he wasn't lying. You did tell him you wanted just sex, but that was before.
You knew you still wanted him more than that. But you would be lying if you said you never dreamed of him sleeping with you. You would be lying if you said you wouldn't kill for at least a little something, even if it was all he could give you. For a chance to feel his kisses, his touch, and his dick.
You wanted so much more, though. He says your name softly and you blink away your daze.
"I didn't even know you wanted me that way." Your voice is small.
His eyes dart down, lips in a straight line.
"Just tonight. I know it sounds like a bad idea, but," he finally looks up and the look in his eyes knock the breath out of your lungs. Was he okay? You wondered. He waits to see until you're a bit comfortable, and he slowly leans forward until your back is up against the wall and his nose is in your hair, "Fuck."
Your heart plummeted.
You close yours eyes tightly together to not let any tears escape. You stretch your hands out towards his chest, grabbing onto the cotton of his t-shirt so tightly your knuckles become lighter than the rest of your skin.
His hands are on the walls by your head as he breathes against you. You can feel his rhythmic breathing and it only makes you want this even more, no matter how much it'll hurt. This is going to hurt so much in the morning.
You would take what you could get.
You nod against his chest.
It shocks you when you feel him cradle the side of your head with his metal hand. Your blood feels intoxicated by his touch, to the point of passing out, and you grab onto his shirt even tighter.
You tilt your head up and your eyes meet his. The look on his face is unreadable. His gaze tilts down to the bridge of your nose as you feel his breathing pick up against you. He's pulling you tighter into his embrace, eyes remaining on the same spot on your face as if he was trying not to look anywhere else.
You tried to search his eyes for any emotion, any answer to what was happening inside that head of his. You could practically see the storms and battles in his stormy blues. You want to say something, maybe take back your answer before it went too far, but you wanted this so bad.
You've dreamt of this for weeks. All you could think of was how he would feel and look moving over you in sensual thrusts. A groan escapes your throat when you feel him pull on your hair, leaning his face against yours.
Your nails run up around his neck and you run your fingers over the small hairs on the back of his head.
You felt the need to kiss him when he pulls away just enough to where it would be easy access. Your heart is in your throat when you move into him, his lips looking plush. When you make a move to do so, he turns his head away, and instead leans down to leave a lingering kiss on your collarbone.
You pull harder on his hair, making him groan into your skin. You feel his hot tongue touch you and it sends a shock wave from your heart into your underwear.
"Bucky." You moan.
He moans in response. A whine leaves you when he pulls his hand out of your hair and drags it down the side of your throat. He lifts his head and your eyes meet.
He's panting as he stares down at you.
"Take my jacket off." He tells your with a husky voice.
You slide your hands up into the back of his jacket and in through the back where his sleeves were.
The aura in your bedroom was unbelievably sexy. It was warm and the only light was coming in through the buildings in the window. You wondered if any of your neighbors could see you right now, in a moment that meant so much to you. This was intimate, this was carnal.
You could hear the ruffling of the leather jacket as it dragged over his metal arm, falling to the floor by your feet.
You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his upper half to you. He was a little tanner than what you had expected, his nipples darker than the rest of his body; almost brown. His pecks were hard under your hands as you examined him. Your hands travelled down his torso to where you saw and felt toned abs.
Before you could reach for the button of his bottoms, he took your hand in his.
"Come on." He says quietly, bringing you towards the direction of the bed.
You watch as he sits down on the side, bringing you to stand directly in front of him. He looked to be in a trance as his eyes followed his hands. They started on the outside of your thighs, up over your hips, over your waist, and up the sides by your laced bra. You gulped as you watched him reach for your bra straps. You quickly realized it was a bit too far up from his angle, and you found yourself placing each of your knees on either side of him.
He was surprised at first, masking it by continuing to drag his hands over your shoulder. He closed his eyes and put his face into the crook of your neck. You felt his tongue and teeth digging into your pulse point, his flesh hand running up into your hair. He bunches your hair up into his fist, bringing you flush up against him.
You hate that he hides his face when he decides to drag the straps of your bra down your arms. You feel goosebumps as his fingers drag down your skin. His mouth was still hot up against your pulse and you wondered if he could feel just how fast your heart was beating away inside of you. He licks you again, and somehow, that gives you the courage to take it up a notch.
You grab the back of his head with your right hand, forcing him closer into your body, bringing your tummy flush up against his.
Neither of you say anything, out of fear that it would break an unspoken spell dedicated to this moment.
You let out a groan when you feel him bite you again, this time sucking on the spot hard right after.
You let go of him, letting all your weight rest on your knees. You reach behind you, unclasping the bra.
Bucky pulls away from your neck and the feel of the exposed saliva on your flesh is cold, making you shiver.
His eyes gaze over the hills of your breasts and you whimper when you feel his hands back on your hips again. He watches, hypnotized, as you stare down at him, taking your breasts in your hands. You massage them slowly, letting your head lean back as you do so.
He's taking off his boots.
When he's done, you watch as he leans back onto his back, out of breath.
For a small second, you felt like you were the one in control. You wanted to milk this.
You wanted to milk him.
With your heels still on, you stretch your arms over him, sitting straight up on his lap.
You feel his hard erection against your clit and you rub yourself against him there, taking his hand in yours as you do.
He lets out a whimper, raising his head to look at where you're both rubbing against each other, not hard enough, but just enough to give you a taste of the mistake that was about to happen tonight.
You could practically hear him panting as you watched him let go of your hands and reach down to unbutton his pants. There was something so sexy about how eager he was. You felt yourself blush at the sound of his zipper being pulled down.
Unexpectedly, he took you by your hips and flipped you so you were on your back. You watched as he slipped out of his bottoms. You gulped at the bulge that was clearly visibly outlined in his black boxers.
Involuntarily, you brought one of your legs up onto the bed, making your clothed core in direct line of his sight. You watches as he swallowed hard, his eyes lingering there for a second longer than necessary.
He bent down and took off your heel that was on the leg that was bent over the bed, then he moved over to the one on the bed, sitting up on his knees.
You breath was knocked out of you when felt him man handle you, dragging you farther up into the middle of the bed. You stretched your arms up above you, letting the feeling of the cool sheets run over your skin.
Your back arched high up into the air as you felt him pulling the fabric of your underwear down your legs. It took all your willpower to not look down to see his reaction. As much as you wanted this, have been wanting this, the reminder that all he wanted you for sex hurt too much.
But you wanted this. You did want this.
You hear another rummaging of clothes and you know he's taking off his boxers. You want to see him, you need to see him.
Before you can do so, he's over you, one arm next to your head to help him stay above you. Your eyes meet in an intense heat. You quickly lean up to kiss him.
He turns his head away from you, again. You stare at the side of his face, broken and rejected.
You're sad again, your heart splitting in two uneven pieces.
But there isn't enough time to dwell when you feel the tips of his fingers sliding down your navel. You're gaping as you watch his gorgeous face, his long lashes falling over the tops of his cheeks, body thrusting up towards the direction of your head when his metal fingers finally find your clit.
He rubs you there in small concentric circles, over and over again. Your fingers return to the back of his neck and back into his hair. He purrs, looking down at where his fingers play with your cunt.
You arch again when you feel two metal fingers run up your slick folds, once, twice; back again on your clit.
"Shit." You pant, feeling the sudden vibrations of his fingers. Your head lifts up as you his vibranium arm, indeed, vibrating, "It's too much." You say through clenched teeth as the overstimulation over your clit continues to knock the wind out of your lugs. He gives your clit a little bit of relief when he slips his fingers back down your slit and this time, sliding into you.
His middle and ring finger are deep inside you and he leans back over your head, laying his forehead directly over yours. He loves the way you gasp and growl as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, the way he can make you look at him while he does so, watching you unfold before his eyes.
You groan when he hits that spot inside of you that you've never felt before, and you close your eyes.
"Keep them open." He says.
You obey, keeping your eyes on him as the pleasure continues to heighten more and more. You're biting your bottom lip and moving your hips against his hand as you feel your end approaching. Your hand drops from his head and you dig your fingers into the sheets below you.
He keeps fingering that spot, and before you know it, you feel your end. You're gasping as you close your eyes tightly together, your body practically sat up now as you look down at his hand. He knows you're about to cum, and just before you do, he pulls his hand out of you, and smears your juices all over your swollen clit in fast circles.
Your orgasm is so intense your scream becomes almost silent, too much air trying to escape your lungs at once. You let out a heavy grunt as he rubs you through your orgasm, thick cum leaking out of your canal and onto the bed sheets. You can feel it between your legs and on your ass.
When your high is gone, you try your best to catch your breath. You try your best to make sense of what was actually going on right now. None of it felt real. It felt like a dream and a nightmare into one.
Bucky was rock hard, wanting nothing more than to feel what he's been wanting to for so long.
Your sounds were so pretty to his ears. You tensed as you felt him over you, spreading your legs and throwing one of them over his hips.
He was caught off guard when you grabbed the side of his face with your left hand, making him look at you again. He look lust blown. You knew he needed to cum, but he needed to know something first.
"Bucky, wait." You say.
A flash of fear flickers in his eyes.
Were you backing out?
You wanted this, too. You told me you did. Please, don't do this.
"Yeah?" His voice was timid and weak.
Tears filled your eyes as you thought about this.
What have I done?
I still love you. This isn't just sex to me. I hate you.
"Just go slow," you say. His eyes narrow curiously, "This is my first time."
Bucky stills for a moment. For a second you're scared he's going to back out, that this would be too emotional and intimate for him. It was obvious that wasn't his intention, but being someone's first time was something serious. You hope he doesn't back out, not when you've gone this far into already ripping your own heart into shreds selfishly for an orgasm.
He nods and you feel him run his finger over the top of your head.
"I'll go slow." He says. This was never how you imagined your first time to be, but here it was. You felt his other hand go to your other thigh, widening you even further, "Keep your other leg around me."
His command sends another wave of heat to your core, making soaking wet again. Despite your previous orgasm, you felt ready again for another.
Bucky takes his dick into his hand and he runs the tip over your clit and down over your soaking folds. A small moan escapes him at the feeling. It had been so long since he's felt this. You felt incredible. He does it a few more times, leaving you panting again, before he starts to sink into you, inch by inch.
You cringe at first, the initial sting of something too big for something too small, making you back away a little.
"You can take it. You can take it." He reassures you, continuing to push into you, slowly.
"God, Bucky." You whimper.
The initial stings starts to disappear and instead you feel a heavy fullness.
"Oh, my god." You moan as he bottoms out inside of you.
"Mmmm." Is his only response back to you. You can tell he's holding out by the way he tenses above you and how labored his breathing is. He gives you a minute to adjust before he pulls out halfway, and then slides back in again.
It feels good when he hits that same spot inside of you, but the uncomfortable stretch still lingers. It was too much.
You sob. You wanted to enjoy this.
By his tenth short thrust, the unbearable feeling from before is gone and you practically whimper in relief.
Bucky senses this and he stretches both arms on either side of your head. His rhythm picks up as he keep thrusting you into the mattress. You swallow down you emotions as you observe him.
He looked so good moving above you like that, like a man taking what he wanted. You look down to see his large length stroking in and out of you and your eyes widen at his size. You can't believe you were able to take him, and shit you could feel it everywhere.
You throw your head back again, moaning.
Bucky sticks his flesh fingers in his mouth and your hips thrust into the air when you feel him assaulting your little clit again.
You can tell he's getting close. His sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and his eyes are two thin slits as his eyes remain on your center, taking him so deep.
You run a hand down his waist, telling him that he could let go, but he seems to be on a mission to get you off first. He growls, flicking your clit fast as his thrusting picks up speed.
You can hear the sound of his balls hitting your ass every time. The sound was sinful and dirty, and it felt so good.
You were going to cum again.
Your moans pick up again and both of you are breathing hard and faster as you both prepare to let go at the same time.
One last flick on your clit and you're done for, cumming over his shaft and milking him dry.
He gives you another sloppy thrust and you watch as he's still coming undone, heavy groans and grunts escaping him like an animal. He continues to thrust into you, making this last as much as he could, but the oversensitivity eats away at both of you and you find yourself pull away from his dick.
It was too much, too sensitive.
"I can't, I can't." You beg.
"Fuck!" He growls, giving your pussy one last smack.
He collapses on top of you, his face over your right shoulder. You're both breathing hard, trying to make sense of this. Trying to convince yourselves you did the right thing. Your fingers play with his hair again, and his legs run over yours.
Intimacy.
No.
His first time having sex in sixty plus years, and it went a lot better than he thought he would. What he didn't expect was for his stamina to be this high. He came just ten seconds ago and he was already hard again.
"Fuck. Fuck." He mumbles into your shoulder. You feel him raise himself a bit again so he wouldn't crush you and you cry out when you feel him thrust into you hard.
"Shit!" You scream, one of your hands flying behind you to grab the opposite side of the bed, "I can't anymore." You beg him, tears in your eyes.
He stops his hard thrusting and switches back to soft ones.
"I know you can," he thrusts again, "just concentrate on how it feels." You do, and it's still oversensitive. You're a whimpering mess, "Yeah? Mmmm. Hmmm." His boyish moans has you ready again.
"Oh, my god." You squeeze around him.
"Fuck, yes." He lifts himself again, this time both his hands holding onto the edge of the bed where the window was.
He fucks into you over and over, his mouth in a tight o shape as he does so.
"I'm gonna cum again." You say in a small voice.
"Give it to me, come on." He gives your right thigh a light smack and it has you groaning as you cum around him.
Again.
He pulls out of you with a wet pop that echoes around the room.
Before you have time to recover, he pulls you into him and bends you over until you're on your hands and knees.
You're in a daze; an absolute sex daze.
Who was he to man handle you? To do this?
You manage to look between your legs and it's the first time you've actually seen his dick and it scares you. It's long and thick. So red that the tip was practically purple.
You couldn't take it again. But you were full of shit to think he wouldn't still want to keep going.
He grabbed your waist and sunk back into your wet pussy.
He threw his head back, groaning at how tight you felt around him.
"Tell me how much I piss you off." He says through clenched teeth, You're confused at his turn of conversation. He gives your right butt cheek a loud smack, making you groan.
This, angers you.
He continues to fuck you. You close your eyes tightly together.
"Fucking hate you so much." It's a lie, such a lie that you say it with distaste. He rams into you hard, "Hate how big headed you are," heavy thrust, "hate your stupid face," another heavy thrust, "hate your stupid cock. You ruin my life."
He lets out a chuckle between his heavy breathing.
"Quite the power I have then, huh? If I ruin your life." His thrusts are so hard you're surprised your head hasn't crashed into the glass, "you said you wanted this. My stupid face, my stupid cock." He groans out, feeling his end again. "Damnit. Tell me when you're close."
You stretch your right arm out on the glass window, and you push yourself onto his dick, using it to get you off.
You moan out loud, pushing so hard your fingers were slipping off the glass from your sweat.
You felt it.
"I'm close." You tell him.
He stops his thrusting and pulls you up until your back is flush against his front. Next, he maneuvers so he's laying down, with you on top but your back still on his front.
You felt so exposed this way, so naked. You looked down to see your swollen and abused clit sticking up from your pretty lips. He took your right leg under your knee and did the same thing with your other knee and widened your legs.
"My clit is so hard." You cry.
He lets out a whine behind you, licking up your neck again, on the opposite side from before.
"Touch it." He says.
You do as told and he starts thrusting up into you again.
"Oh, shit." You whine.
You have no idea how you've both been doing this without passing out. The room smelled like sex and half the sheets were falling onto the floor. You were both soaking in sweat, dripping non stop. Not to mention, your pussy was swollen and overworked and you knew his cock had to be feeling the same way by now.
"Tell me when you're gonna cum again." He says with a gruff.
"I'm already gonna cum again." You rub yourself faster.
"Tell me." He says with an angry tone.
You rub your clit over and over as his thrusting continues.
"I'm cumming." You cry out.
You're flicking your clit when you feel him quickly reach over for your hand and pulling it away from your cunt. His thrusting also stopped.
Your heart is hammer away and you feel physically exhausted and angry that he would deny you.
"Fuck you." You groan as you look down again at your swollen clit and his perfect cock still inside of you. You cry as you try to fuck yourself on him to get off.
"You're so desperate aren't you? Finally learning your place." He breathes into your skin.
You whimper again as you watch his fingers play with the inside of your thigh.
"Please." You beg.
He slides his fingers over the folds where his cock meets your cunt and you moan when he slides them up to your clit. He starts rubbing you there.
You grab both his arms for leverage and willpower.
"Cumming." You say again. He pulls away, again.
With a huff, you squirm against him, but not enough to hurt him beneath you.
"Okay, this time I'll let you." He says. You practically cry in relief. You scream out when he touches your clit again.
This time he's gentle and slower and using just his pointer finger. He runs his finger on that spot just to the left of your clit.
"Right there." You beg.
He listens to you. He rubs his finger on the left in up and down motions. Your own breathing follows the motions: up and down, up and down. You're just about to cum when he pulls away again.
You unexpectedly feel the grip of his flesh hand around your neck. He places your own right hand over your core and then his left hand goes to your tummy, holding your there tenderly.
You know what to do as soon as he stars fucking into you again.
It doesn't take much for both of you so start panting and groaning out your orgasms.
"Fuck." Bucky repeats as he empties himself inside of you.
You're at the last wave of your ograsm when he removes his flesh hand from around your neck and slaps it over your own that's over your clit, making you continue.
"Ahhhhhhh."
He leans his head up against yours as he watches you completely unravel above him.
In more ways than one.
What did you just do?
I can see your collarbones and baby I'm scared
Never thought I'd be so unprepared
