The Smutty Sequel Part 3.

Skye lay, utterly limp, on the bed. First Bucky left for a couple of minutes, obviously going to clean up, then Clint, but at no point did they leave her alone. One of them was always there, warm and reassuring by her side. And then they were both there again, pressing close, sandwiching her between them in what she could only describe as Best. Cuddle. Ever.

"Are you all right, sugar?" It was Clint's low voice.

She smiled. "Are you always gonna call me sugar?"

"Yeah, 'cause you're sweet like sugar. Is it okay?" He pressed kisses against her cheek, along her jaw, tenderly down her neck.

"Yes."

"Good. Do you want to sleep now?"

Skye considered it. "No." She felt lethargic, but not sleepy. "I'm hungry."

"Not on your own there," Bucky murmured, making her grin.

Clint sighed and rolled over. "I'll order room service." He returned a few moments later with the menu and offered it to Skye to choose. "They'll be about half an hour," he reported after making the call. "Want to lie here and cuddle?"

While that sounded like a good idea, she was sweaty and sticky. "Want a shower, actually," Skye stretched her arms above her head, and heard two sharp intakes of breath. "What?" she looked to find both of them staring fixedly at her breasts. "Oh stop it. You'd think neither of you had ever seen boobs before."

"None as pretty as these," Bucky's metal hand came up to cup one breast reverently.

"None of that, Buck, you heard our girl." Clint scooped Skye up, away from Bucky's reaching hand. "Our dirty girl needs a wash."

Skye giggled as Clint carried her into the bathroom, setting her on her feet and reaching to switch on the shower. "I really don't need your help!"

"Sugar," he kissed her, slow and lingering, as the water started to run, "right now, I can't bear to let you out of my sight for more than a few seconds." His strong hands ran into her hair, holding her head still, tilted up at just the right angle for him to explore her mouth thoroughly with his. Skye couldn't help but let out a helpless little moan as he gave her another one of those drugging, sensual kisses, her hands pressed against the heavy muscles of his chest, and felt Clint smile against her lips.

"Buck!" he lifted his head. "Get in here!"

"Hmm?" Bucky poked his head into the room. "Sorry. Thought you two were having a private moment."

"There are no private moments with the three of us, you jerk. Get in here. And bring a condom. I got our girl all wound up again and it's gonna take me a little while to be ready for round two, so you need to take care of her for me."

"What…?" Skye said in surprise as Clint pulled her into the shower with him.

"Gonna lie and say you aren't?" he gave her a masculine smirk, looking at her breasts. Skye knew very well her nipples had perked up again with interest while he was kissing her.

"You're a shit, aren't you?" she said in unsurprised discovery. She was a bit of a stirrer herself, so it was no surprise that at least one of her soulmates would be too.

"Yes I am, and I'm going to make sure you really enjoy finding out just how much of a shit I can be." Clint spun her around, pulling her back against his chest, grabbing a handful of liquid soap and beginning to lather up her breasts. They were both slick with soap suds when Bucky joined them, grinning at the sight, condom packet in hand, already erect. He promptly came in and got soaped up too, laughing as Clint reached past Skye to lather soap suds up Bucky's cock.

"Clint, I'll have to wash that off!"

"Skye can do it. I know she can't wait to get her hands on you again."

He was a shit. But he was also right. Bucky was beautiful, all hard, lean, scarred muscle, his cock long and curving up towards his belly button. Skye reached for him a little shyly, pulling him further into the shower spray, watching as his long hair slicked down to his face and his deep blue eyes half-lidded as he looked down at her.

"Want to wash me, do you, sweetheart?"

"Want to do a lot of things to you," Skye admitted. Knowing neither of them would judge her for the absolutely filthy fantasies that had started running through her head the moment she realised they were both her soulmates.

"You can do anything you want to me." Bucky bent his head and claimed her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. But even as he did, his knee was nudging her legs apart and Clint's hands were caressing her breasts, massaging her nipples in his strong fingers. "But first, I wanna do some things to you." He went to his knees, surprising her, and a moment later Clint's strong hands lifted her ass. "Put your legs over my shoulders," Bucky demanded.

It wouldn't have worked half so well without Clint there, but he held her easily while Bucky buried his face between her thighs, slurping and licking with enthusiasm, enjoying his turn to get a good taste, to explore how she liked to be eaten out.

Clint watched over Skye's shoulder as he held her in place for Bucky to feast. Her pretty breasts heaved as she panted, her fingers tight in Bucky's wet hair, holding his face hard against her. Canted back against his chest, her slender body was little burden for his strength. Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful. He was half-hard again himself, but knew it would be better to wait, rest up, eat some. And then he could take his time fucking her again. Or maybe Bucky, while Buck had her. Or they could have her together, something he'd been thinking about since the first moment they sandwiched her between them to kiss and touch.

Clint licked his lips. Met Bucky's eyes as Bucky looked up along the line of Skye's body, as Skye tipped her head back against Clint's shoulder and moaned. And knew that before the weekend was over, they would indeed have her that way, both of them inside her together, feeling each other through her thin walls as all three of them took their pleasure together.

But right now, it was Bucky's turn to learn the sweet pleasure of sheathing himself in Skye's tight heat, and Clint nodded to his soulmate.

Bucky grabbed the condom from where he'd put it in the soap dish temporarily and unwrapped it, surprised to note his human fingers were shaking slightly. God, Clint knew him too well already. Knew he'd take any chance he could get to touch either, or both, of his soulmates; knew that he'd got hard just watching Clint carry Skye into the bathroom. He had no idea if this crazy need-sex-all-the-time thing would ever slow down, of if this was just some sort of reaction to so many years of pent-up need.

Right now, he didn't care. He let Skye's legs slide off his shoulders down to his elbows and lifted her a little higher against Clint, moving up to his feet and swiftly pressing against her, bending to catch her lips with his own. And then he kissed Clint over her shoulder, even as he pushed into Skye, feeling Clint shudder as Skye's wet body slid against his, pushed him back harder against the shower wall.

She was wet and hot and tight around him, and Bucky moaned deep in his throat. So good. So damn good, he'd forgotten the feeling of a willing woman sliding slickly down on him, but even as he had the thought he knew it had never been this good. Because it had never been his soulmate, this beautiful, delicate-looking girl who looked up at him from those beautiful dark eyes and slid her hands over his shoulders, uncaring that one of them was cold, unyielding metal.

Skye let out a breathy little cry as Bucky worked his way inside her. She'd never managed to have satisfactory sex in a shower before; despite her small stature none of her previous boyfriends had the muscle to hold her up long enough. Either Clint or Bucky could have done it easily, she supposed, but it was even better with both of them holding her, her back sliding against Clint's warm wet chest instead of a cold tile wall.

Clint had said that Bucky was slightly longer than he was, and Skye could feel that, feel him incredibly deep inside her, the position he held her legs in giving him the best possible angle to push in as far as he could.

Which was pretty damn far. Skye could feel his tip brushing against her cervix; her mouth opened in shock at the sensation as Bucky pulled back a little and then shoved in again hard.

She really hadn't expected to be able to come again. She wasn't sure that she could even now, but dammit it sure felt like she might as Bucky pumped hard, reaching spots inside her no-one had ever touched before.

Clint nipped at her neck, her shoulder, his breath hot against her wet skin as he watched over her shoulder, watched Bucky fuck into her with long, steady strokes. "Beautiful," he murmured against her ear. "So fucking beautiful, both of you. Never gonna get tired of watching this." One hand moved, and Skye felt his fingers pressing lightly against her ass. "This okay, sugar?" he asked softly.

"I don't – I don't know," she panted, barely able to think with what Bucky was doing. He added a sudden twist of his hips and she moaned, then again as a wet finger probed gently at her ass.

"You never let anyone do this to you?" Clint asked.

"Nooo… ohhh," as he pressed a little harder, the tip of his finger easing just past the tight ring of muscle.

"You were made for this," he whispered, pushing deeper. Feeling Bucky moving fast just on the other side of her thin wall. "Made to have both of us fuck you, together. Just getting you ready for us." He slipped his finger out, smiling as she whimpered with the loss, took more soap on his hand and went back in with two fingers.

Skye had no idea it would feel like that. Stretching, not exactly painful, but – as Clint's callused fingers pressed deeper, his knuckles stretching her further, an unexpected bolt of pleasure ripped up her spine and a whimper escaped her lips. He twisted his fingers slightly and she jolted hard against his hand.

"Yes, oh Jesus, Clint, she got so tight when you did that," Bucky groaned. "Skye – can't – please…"

It was Bucky's frantic plea that pushed her over the edge. Skye screamed, a long, drawn-out wail, her whole body clamping down on Bucky's cock and Clint's fingers. Both men groaned, and Bucky shuddered and stiffened, blue eyes blind for a moment as he came yet again, shooting his load deep inside Skye.

Skye's ass had clamped down so hard on Clint's fingers he couldn't move them. He could feel her muscles rippling in spasms, feel Bucky's cock pulsing with his own orgasm. He stayed right where he was, holding them both to him, sliding his fingers out gently once Skye finally relaxed, sagging against his chest, lifting her gently off Bucky and holding her close.

"Fuck," Bucky collapsed back against the shower wall, his knees shaking.

"You just did," Clint told him.

Skye let out a weak little laugh. "You have inappropriate timing for jokes."

"Oh, I dunno." He turned her in his arms, bending to kiss her gently. "Gonna make you laugh when you're riding my cock, later," Clint murmured, liking the thought. "Want to feel how that makes your muscles tighten."

"Filthy man."

"You like it, don't you?" His bright blue eyes gleamed at her, and Skye nodded in guilty admission. "Of course you do. Soulmate. Now come on, we'd better get out of here before we use up the hotel's entire supply of hot water. Food should be here soon too."

Skye looked down, at Clint's own definite arousal. "But you didn't…" she reached out to stroke him, but he intercepted her hand and moved it gently away.

"Gonna save it for now. I'm older than you two; twice in a night is likely to be my limit, no matter how tempting the two of you are."

Skye looked up at him, seeing the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Bucky laughed behind her.

"We don't know how old I am exactly in terms of years lived, but I was certainly born before you, you jerk."

"Yeah, but you have the refractory period of a sixteen-year-old," Clint shot back. "Bloody super-soldier," he muttered under his breath, saw that Skye had heard him and grinned at her. "It really is a good thing there's two of us, sugar."

"I'm getting better," Bucky protested as Clint shut the water off and the three of them almost staggered out of the shower, all holding each other up, grabbing for towels and dripping all over the bathroom floor.

"Yeah, you're lucky you missed out on the first night, Skye. There was so much cum on my bed the sheets were a lost cause."

She cracked up laughing. Bucky gave her a mock-wounded look. "Clint's neglecting to mention that it was him who decided to test just how fast, and how often, he could get me to come. He used a stopwatch."

Her ribs hurt from laughing so hard. Clint was cackling right along with her. "Maybe we should see how fast you can make him blow his load, sugar," he suggested. "Take it in turns and time him…"

Bucky tented his towel.

"After dinner," Skye giggled. A loud knocking at the suite door just then indicated that dinner had arrived; she looked at both men and their tented towels and snickered. "I'll get that, since you two are indecent!" She grabbed a large white towelling robe from a hook and shrugged into it, belting it tightly around herself.

"Fuck, we are really the two luckiest guys alive," Bucky murmured, watching her go.

"I know I certainly am." Clint smiled at him lovingly, and Bucky couldn't let that go without a kiss, and a teasing grab at Clint's towel, stripping it from him.

"Fine, I'll take the other robe then," Clint shrugged into it with a grin, and Bucky rolled his eyes.

"So what am I supposed to wear?"

"You look pretty damn good in nothing but that towel. Or nothing. Either way suits me." Clint winked at him and sauntered out.

Shower sex and laughter. What's better than that?

Hmm. Let me think about that. Well, dinner could be interesting. Depends what Clint ordered, doesn't it?