Chapter 10
The ride back to the compound was quiet. Mostly because Bucky and Stacy were making out fiercely and the cab driver was trying to avert his eyes. When they arrived, Bucky guided them to his room. He slammed the door behind them and they tumbled onto the bed, Stacy giggled as he fell on top of her.
Bucky pulled his shirt over his head. He used to be self-conscious about his scars, thinking that no one could bear to see the memories of what Hydra had done to him. By now, however, he had been with enough partners to realize that it wasn't much a problem; if it bothered anyone, they didn't mention it. Most women even seemed to find his metal arm sexy.
His unfortunate incident with Becky last week aside, Bucky really was a generous lover. He wanted his partners to enjoy themselves as much as he did, if only to satisfy his own pride. He went to work, touching and kissing Stacy and listening when she was most responsive, learning how to play with her body to make her feel good. He looked into her eyes, so beautiful, a warm deep brown- wait, that's not right, he shook his head quickly- a beautiful icy blue. She really was gorgeous. Her pale face had a pretty blush spread across her cheeks, her hair was like spun gold, long and straight. She was the kind of girl he would've tripped over himself to get to in the 40s. Hell, she was the kind of girl he would've tripped over himself to get to even two weeks ago. What the hell was wrong with him that he kept drifting off, imagining what it would be like if she was here instead.
She would be feisty. She was mouthy and stubborn in general, he thought she would be just as lively in bed. Steve had one thing right, they were similar, even if he hated to admit it. He could imagine pinning her hands over her head, worshiping her, making her beg for him-
"What was that?"
"Don't stop Bucky!" Oh right, Stacy. Her eyes were closed, breathing heavy, she was close, he could feel it. He kept thrusting into her, keeping a steady pace, his lips nipped her breasts and he lowered his hand to rub her clit as he fucked her. She moaned, "Bucky!" and he felt her cum around him. He kept chasing his own release, but he couldn't do it. Why was this so hard? He had never struggled to cum before. He breathed a sigh and gave in, closing his eyes and picturing Lizzy underneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts bouncing, she called his name too. He stared into her eyes and saw lust, hunger, adoration. He felt himself getting closer and as he came he made the conscious effort not to shout her name. He collapsed on top of Stacy, tired and satisfied- well, mostly. Stacy sighed happily, she had enjoyed herself and Bucky was pleased for that at least.
"Do you need a ride home doll?" It was his way of telling her that she wouldn't be spending the night. She seemed disappointed but took him up on his offer. There were drivers still on call and he arranged for one of them to drive her back into the city. She got up, got dressed. As she left she gave him her phone number; he accepted it, but he had no intention of calling her back. He knew already that she wasn't the one who would get Lizzy out of his head, and that was what he needed right now. He turned to Lizzy's door, she hadn't come out to berate him for disturbing her sleep, hopefully she was asleep and not out with that guy from the bar. He scolded himself, it was none of his business where she was or what she was doing right now. He turned back into his room, he hoped he wouldn't dream of her tonight.