I haven't had much time to write for this story, but I figured I should give you guys something. So here it is. And it's smutty. And it's not the last chapter. My muse won't let this damn story end. Lol


I never thought I'd be that person. The person with no self control, the person who just couldn't wait, the person that participated in embarrassing displays of public affection that bordered on downright inappropriate behavior.

But I was on this night.

Largely it was due to that fact that I had waited so long for the man pressed against me in the backseat of a cab, with his mouth hungrily kissing mine, his hands roaming me like they were was magnetized to my body. Normally, I would have told him to stop, to wait, that what we were doing in the back of the cab was rude to the driver, but his kiss was too good, the pressure of him against me was too good, his touch was too good after so long. All that easily made it hard to wait, the word wait was not in my vocabulary any longer.

I really had tried to wait, until we were back to the compound or my apartment, I really wasn't sure where we were going, I had been too distracted to hear what address Bucky had given; but his hand on my thigh, and the warmth of him at my side, and his predatory gaze had been too enticing. It was why I hadn't stopped him when he used his body to scoot mine over to the seat next to the window, behind the driver so we were not that easy to see unless he turned his head fully around, not that the driver could be bothered to care as he was having a heated debate with someone on a bluetooth headset and playing musician on the radio. And once Bucky reached over and closed the little window of the plexiglass divider that separated the front and back, the driver and the music became muffled. The semi distracted driver and the closed plexiglass window was also why I hadn't stopped Bucky when his hand slid up my thigh and his mouth came to find mine.

My back was against the cab door, my body turned to face Bucky, my legs legs resting across his lap, my thighs on his. I felt surrounded by him, his persistent kiss and his hands that seemed to be everywhere. I was breathing to heavy, my heart racing, my skin tingling with fire, and my ache growing by the second.

"I have to touch you, Sugar. I don't think I can wait," Bucky groaned between kisses, breathing heavily into my lips. His fingers were moving back and forth against the skin of my inner thigh creating a growing ache at my center. "Please let me touch you."

He sounded desperate, pleading, almost as if he would die if I didn't let him, and I grew wetter. How could I deny him? My eyes were darting to the back of the cab driver's head, all the normal worries and fears of being caught rushing through my thoughts. But I had waited long enough, the anticipation of his touch and his pleading was too much for me to ignore, and again my reservations slipped away as they always seemed to do when it came to Bucky. I nodded earnestly giving him permission.

"Use your words," he ordered in a gruff whisper.

The sex god is back.

"Touch me, please," I whispered, licking my lips.

His mouth was on mine again in seconds, tongue easing past my lips and dancing with mine. I kissed him back eagerly, feeling his hands pushing at my leather jacket until it had slipped off my shoulders, hanging at my elbows. His mouth went for my throat again, the warmth of his flesh hand back at my thigh. His elbow nudged my legs apart and his fingers brushed over the material of my thong sending a loud moan right from my throat into the air that was drowned out by the music. His fingers crept up my inner thigh at a turtle's pace.

"James," I breathed impatiently at his ear, arching into his touch and against his mouth that was placing opened mouth kisses atop the exposed swell of my breasts. I couldn't take his teasing, I felt like I was on fire. "Please. Please touch me."

"I know, Sugar. I will. I've got you," his fingers moving my panties aside, slipping easily between my soaked folds. I bit my lip to keep quiet as Bucky's eyes darted to the back of the cab drivers head, not that he could hear me through the glass or over the music or his phone call. He sighed once two of his fingers pressed all the way in, right to the knuckle, my walls clenching tightly around his fingers. "Jesus, you're tighter than before."

A year of celibacy will do that to you.

The moment his fingers slid into my heat I no longer cared about getting caught. I had a one track mind and it was focused on coming undone on Bucky's fingers. I was dripping and panting and moaning, my hands gripping the leather of his jacket in one and the leather of the seat beneath me in the other. My hips were moving in time with his thrusting fingers, in small desperate circles trying to create more friction. It was too much and not enough all at once.

His teeth grazed my pulse. "That's it," he growled. "Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you. Need to feel you."

I was well on my way to doing so, feeling the pleasure consume me, brewing low and right there ready to implode over me. When his thumb moved up to circle my clit, once, twice, three times, I lost it, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers. I bit into my lip so hard I thought I tasted blood, trying to keep myself from letting out the howl that had crept up to my throat. Bucky moaned at the feel of my walls tightening around his fingers, his mouth finding mine again to kiss me hard while I tried to recover.

I thought that he might stop, that maybe touching me and bringing me to orgasm had quelled his desires long enough till we got behind four walls and a door in privacy; but he didn't. It had only have amplified his desires and my want, his kiss hungrier than before, his body practically pinning me into leather beneath me and the door at my back.

"You have no idea how badly I want you right now," he growled into my skin, his fingers pressing hard into my skin.

Oh I think I have an idea. The evidence was rather large and pressing right into my thigh. This is the slowest cab in existence . I bit back a yelp when his teeth nipped at the skin near my collarbone. I had to stop him. If I didn't we would both be going to jail for indecent exposure in the back of a cab.

I pushed against his chest, with enough pressure that he knew I was serious, but without knocking him off of me. He stilled immediately, pulling his upper body away from me, looking concerned.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked. "Jade, I'm sorry I got carried away-."

I sat up straighter, putting my finger to his lips to stop him from talking. I passed a glance over my shoulder at the driver who was still on his phone call and oblivious to us."You didn't hurt me. But if I don't stop you we'll be doing something we definitely shouldn't be doing in this cab," I whispered leaning in close to his ear, my chest pressing into his. I felt him tense against me. I removed my finger from his closed lips and looked into his lusty blues. "And as much as I want you…" I dared to kiss him quickly before pulling back, he followed, his upper body leaning towards mine, lips parted and eyes closed. I pushed against his chest again until his back was pressed into the leather seat behind him, his eyes snapping open. He looked at me frustratedly with a scowl. I couldn't resist smiling. "We should stop."

He let out a long sigh, licking his lips. "You're right. You're right." He carefully lifted my legs off his lap and slid across the seats until he was on the other side of the cab. I ignored the pull I felt to follow him.

The next ten minutes it took to reach the compound felt like an eternity. I had to avoid even looking at Bucky, otherwise the temptation would be too great. I was still buzzing from his kiss, his touch, the orgasm; I felt like an exposed nerve, raw and throbbing. My heart was still racing long after he had slid to the other seat. When the cab finally arrived at the compound, Bucky quickly offered the man a hand full of bills, muttering to keep the change, before taking a firm hold of my hand and pulling me out.

He walked fast, with purpose and long strides until we reached the elevator, stating to F.R.I.D.A.Y the floor and his access code. The minute the doors shut his arms were around me, pulling me against him, his mouth on mine. I vaguely was aware of movement and then my back was hitting the elevator wall with a soft thud, feeling the curve of his hand around my thigh which he drew up against his hip. His thick muscular thigh pressed into me and I shamelessly ground down on it, feeling a delicious zing shoot right up my core. I couldn't help but repeat the action again and again, feeling a slow build of pleasure threatening to take me over, praying and wishing for the elevator to hurry the hell up.


Considering that the compound was a multimillion dollar construct with every bell and whistle that Tony Stark's imaginative brain could think of, I wondered why it had such slow elevators. It felt like it had taken an eternity for the thing to go up only four floors; it taking every ounce of my strength to keep myself from ripping that tight little dress from Jades body and fucking her right up against the elevator wall. Especially when she was currently riding my thigh, well on her way to oblivion, allowing me to feel just how wet and hot her core was even through the denim encasing my leg.

I had been painfully hard for nearly half an hour already, my erection tucked uncomfortably up and into my waistband, begging and aching to be inside of her. Testosterone and adrenaline were rushing through my veins. It was getting harder and harder to resist her, knowing full well that if she hadn't stopped me in that cab, I might have lost myself completely and tried to take her in it.

"James," she moaned, loudly, breaking away from my kiss and sending a throb through me and right to my cock. Jesus. This elevator needs to hurry the fuck up. "Please… I… I…" she broke off with a strangled sound when my metal hand slid up the silky material of her dress and cupped her breast. She shivered in response, her fingers digging into my shoulder and I realized she was close, but it wasn't enough to send her over the edge. "Please….I...I just need..."

The begging was going to be my undoing. I wanted to give her anything and everything. "I know, baby," I kissed her again, hard until I needed air, until I had no choice but to pull away even though I didn't want to part from the taste of her. "We're almost there, Sugar. Almost there."

The ding of the elevator had us breaking apart with great reluctance. I paused to take her in, her flushed skin, lips swollen from kissing, her pupils wide and blown almost taking over the bright brown, but she was as beautiful as ever. I took her free hand as her other smoothed down her dress and her curls. I hoped we could make it to my room without interruption, the common floors lights were dimmed which I took as a good sign, maybe everyone was in their room already for the night. I stepped off the elevator, her right behind me still clutching my hand as I made a beeline for my room.

"Oh, hey guys."

Shit. It was Tony Stark's voice and when I turned to look I was met with the sight of him lounging on the large soft sectional couch in the common area. And he wasn't alone.

Thor was beside him already holding a large bowl of popcorn, Natasha and Clint day next to each other on the loveseat next to the sectional, Sam and Steve were sitting on the floor, backs leaning against the couch. I could see they had been scrolling through movies on the tv, Natasha holding the remote. Jade tensed nervously beside me, her back straightening, stepping closer to my side, I could see her pulling her dress down self consciously.

"Back from your date so soon?" Tony asked tauntingly, reaching into the popcorn bowl in Thor's lap, and popping some into his mouth with a tilt of his head.

I scowled at Tony. "We ate quickly."

"Good, you're just in time for movie night. Hi Jade," Tony waved at her.

"Hi…. everyone…" Jade waved timidly.

There were murmurs of greetings accompanied by a few waves.

"Lady Jade! It is good to see you again. You look well…. very well actually," Thor commented, his blue eyes roaming Jade, a large smile on his face.

Jade blushed crimson. "Thanks…"

"Will you be joining us?" Sam asked with a knowing smile, looking pointedly right at me. There's that urge to punch him again.

I noticed Steve eyeing Jade with raised eyebrows. "Uh, pretty sure Bucky and Jade have better things to do than join us for movie night," Steve piped up quickly, attempting to give us an out.

"Yeah, we do," I spoke finally with a nod. "So if you'll excuse us-."

"Nonsense! They can join us for one movie, it's a time honored tradition-."

"We've done this like 5 times, Tony," Clint rolled his eyes.

"Still a weekly tradition for those 5 times," Tony shot Clint a glare. He looked back to Jade, patted the empty space next to him. "Jade, please, won't you and Bucky join us?"

My blood boiled, Tony was just screwing with me like he always did with his taunts and jokes and comments and 'nicknames'. He knew full well what I intended to do, they all did, and he was just trying to interrupt. I tried to hide my irritation from my face. I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me for whatever reason. I was not going to let him ruin this night for me. I'd leave it up to Jade.

I looked at Jade and could see the nervousness on her features. She hesitated, looking up at me with questioning eyes and arched eyebrows. I knew she waging war with her own politeness, she wouldn't want to refuse, for fear of being rude. That was the kind of person she was. I gave a very small shake of my head, one that I hoped wasn't too noticeable by our audience, to let her know she didn't have to say yes. The last thing I wanted to do right now was endure two hours of movie night when I could take her into my bedroom and show her just how much I wanted- no needed- her in a variety of ways and multiple times. She smiled at me apologetically and I knew her response before she even said it.

"Who could pass up movie night with the Avengers?" She shrugged, looking back at Tony with a forced smile.

Tony smiled widely and triumphantly, winking at me and beckoning us over.

I was going to kill Tony Stark.