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I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master
I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters
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I’m Darcy Lewis and I’m an alcoholic. Okay, not really, but I do have a habit that some might say is a problem. I suppose it’s a good thing I don’t have anybody to discourage me, then I'd have to find a healthy way to deal with my demons. I’ve been on a warpath made of getting a good lay and not much else. It’s not healthy, sure, but being my own version of a womanizer has become my drug of choice, thank you very much. I’ve seen too much shit and lost too many people to care anymore. I’ve never been a huge fan of drugs (too many uncontrollables for my taste - downside of being a scientist), but the dopamine hit that I get from a good roll in the sheets does just fine. It’s been a rough few months and I’ve finally found my coping mechanism, so I’m going to roll with it until I face any consequences.
So here I am, at one of the most run down bars in Brooklyn on the hunt for a man with marriage issues I can worsen or a lovely lady who wants to explore her sexuality. Either way, I’ve gotten good at spotting those who are in need and chose a particularly nice lingerie set tonight to motivate.
I saunter in the bar in my much too tight little black dress, shoving my breasts up like a corset and hugging the curve of my ass perfectly. Maybe it didn’t leave much to the imagination, but maybe that’s the point. Having everything on display always works in my favor, so why fix what ain’t broke? I take my time shrugging my coat off and throwing it on a coat rack next to the door, thankful for the utility. Not a lot of spots had those these days, but this bar was just small enough to still have some mom-and-pop homey touches. It also had a nice bartender I’d familiarized myself with and who happily flirts with me on the prowl, understanding and even respecting my game.
I scanned the room slowly to assess my pickings and they weren’t slim at all. The bar was full tonight, more than a normal Friday. There were even people dancing. It didn’t take long until I found a fine looking stud at the end of the bar, his head down in his drink in some sort of slump that I was more than happy to help him forget about. Redheads aren’t usually my type but his build is still good, and it’s not like I’m looking for a husband, so why not?
I stopped to grab a warm up drink from the bar on my own, making conversation with the hottie behind the bar. Zack the bartender: tall, dark and handsome, he was a mighty fine choice in his own right. He had warm chocolate brown eyes and a pair of dimples that would melt away any girl's defenses. He was also a mighty fun flirt and non-judgemental, seeing me come in every other weekend and leaving with a new stranger each time.
“What can I get you, sweetheart?” He asked politely, a twinkle in his eye letting me know that anything was on the menu if I just asked.
“Just a Smirnoff to warm me up, barkeep.” I said with a wink.
“On the hunt tonight?” He asked as he cracked open and handed me the sugary drink with a straw, assuming correctly that I don’t want to mess up my lipstick just yet. Smart man.
“Looking to make some bad decisions.” I confirmed and held up my drink, a cheers to irresponsibility, loosening up already.
“You know I’m always game, Darcy.” He said with a slight southern drawl that had me reconsidering the redhead idea altogether. It was a real shame I didn’t feel like waiting for his shift to end- and I didn’t want to ruin our fun back and forth just yet. He was currently my only ally in these conquests.
“I’m thinking I’m in the mood for a ginger tonight, I’m afraid.”
“No worries, love.” He said, always a good sport. “I’m off at 3 if you change your mind,” he smiled then lowered his voice, “or if you need more than one.” At that, I did feel something. A little tingle in my stomach that triggered a few images of the chaos that could ensue in such a situation.
“Oh, how scandalous Mr. Bartender,” I gave a genuine, wide smile and felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I haven’t tried that before, and the thought made me seriously consider rearranging my night. “a man after my own heart.” He shrugged and gave a sweet smile that I could actually see myself hanging around for- a trap I don't care to get tangled in.
“But I told you, bad decisions, Zack. If I went home with you I might never leave.”
“And what a shame that would be.” He gave back playfully and casually went to the other end of the bar, making small talk with my catch. I couldn’t hear anything but he came back to me as he started mixing his next drink.
“Going through a divorce. You know how to spot ‘em, I’ll give you that.” He provided, always helpful. I shrugged with a smirk on my lips.
“It’s a gift.”
As I was sipping the last bit of my wine cooler, I felt the hair on the back of my neck raise. Someone was watching me. I’d spent too much time in the super-person world to not know when someone was on my tail. I turned around to make another quick scan of the room discreetly and found my admirer in the corner- long dark hair, perfect stubble on a perfect jawline, and ice cold blue eyes that did not seem to care that he was caught looking. New goal unlocked: fuck the hottest, most dangerous killer on this planet. I smiled and turned back to Zack.
“Two whiskeys, please.” I smiled nicely and leaned over the bar, pretending to be interested in my nails and being quite generous with the view I was giving the rugged bartender. I couldn’t help but soak up the attention, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
“He’s been nursing vodka all night, love, I’m not sure whiskey is the go there. They don’t mix too well.” He provided, ever so helpful.
“Targets changed.” I said simply and he followed my nod to the dark man in the corner.
“Yeah, he’s been eyeing you since you walked in. Can’t say that I blame him.” He smiled and slid two glasses over to me. With a wink I handed him a fifty.
“Keep the change, Zack, it’s always a pleasure.” I knew I was going to add Bartender Zack to my roster eventually, but not tonight. He was a nice slow burn I wanted to stretch out. Tonight I found a challenge. Maybe the hook up of all hookups. James Buchanan Barnes may be the only guy I’ve pursued that I believe could say no, which made me all the more excited to try. I imagine that the whole nazi-torture and trained-assassin thing could give a guy some more self control than the average Joe when it came to a 5’5 curvy temptress. Either way, I know I’m a bombshell and I did catch him watching me after all- so I consider my chances high.
I finally reached his little corner booth, in the shadows of the room so nobody paid much attention, and offered him one of the glasses. He took it with his left hand, intentionally showing me, maybe to scare me away, maybe to threaten onlookers. My stubborn ass can’t be scared away that easily, though, not after the bullshit I’ve gone through this year. I knew damn well who the Winter Fucking Soldier was, King of PTSD, and it wasn’t going to stop me even a little bit. If I died being strangled by those thick forearms attached to perfect biceps, I’d die a happy woman.
“Hey, handsome.” I drawled, my best seductive smile on my bright red lips and took a sip of my matching whiskey as I sat across from him. I felt the delicious burn travel down my throat- an acquired taste for someone who had more than a few skeletons in their closet.
He didn’t say anything to me, only swallowed all of his drink down that thick throat that I’d love to get my lips on. I watched his Adam's apple bob once and licked my lips in earnest.
“Show off.” I turned my head to Zack, who I knew would be watching me still. I flashed him a wide smile and waved to ask for two more drinks. He nodded and started pouring. I turned back to Bucky expecting him to take up the conversation but I suppose that was naive of me.
“You know the polite thing to do is say hello back.” I teased- maybe insulting his manners will get him talking, he is from the 30’s after all.
“I’m not known for being very polite.” He smirked, amused by the pong. Too bad I wasn’t going for amused. I wanted him with his eyes closed, breath rough, throbbing, begging.
“I suppose I don’t really need polite. It just looked like you needed some company is all. How’s your night, soldier?”
“Sargent.” He corrected. Of course I already knew that. It didn’t make his correction any less arousing, though. I felt the familiar tingle of excitement at a challenge and smiled at him so he understood I was toying with him. He was playing ball, finally. “And it was nice and quiet before you joined me.”
“Sorry, Sarge,” I threw down the rest of my own drink and slowly wiped a thumb on my bottom lip, cleaning up a drop of whiskey and drawing his attention successfully to my mouth, “try not to look so lonely next time, then.” I saw his eyes flare just slightly, enough to encourage me.
“You are an absolute vixen, Doctor.”
“So you know who I am, too.” Of course he did, part of his job was to know every person going in and out of the compound. It felt a little too respectful for him to call me doctor, though. “Doctor” isn’t exactly something you moan. It’s something you’d call your coworker, which I was so not aiming for tonight.
“You’re a hard dame to forget, doll.” He said shortly. Man, he wasn’t going down easy. I’d be lying if I said the chase wasn’t fun, though. He looked up and bartender Zack had carried our drinks over. He sat quietly as the unsuspecting man gently set our new drinks down and took our empty glasses. I sat up straighter to scheme better.
“Miss.” He said with a tip of his head in a small bow, playing innocent waiter rather than fellow competition for my virtue. He knew it was only a matter of time before I took him home instead of one of the schmucks I found in the wild, and that was fine with me.
I gestured my finger to come closer so I could whisper in his ear and he happily complied- any excuse to lean his head down and get a full face of my chest, not that I was going to complain. I swear I could see Bucky’s jaw tense as the other man moved into my personal space right in front of him and maybe I smiled just a little too friendly to pump some jealousy in those veins. Good.
“Keep them coming, love, suddenly I’m feeling extra thirsty tonight, and I’m not sure my date can handle it quite yet.” I whispered in his ear smoothly, knowing that Zack would think Bucky couldn’t hear us but also knowing full well that he could.
It was clear he didn’t know who Bucky was because Zack flirted right back with me. He leaned even closer still and put a hand on my lower back while he whispered back at me, “How about I bring you the bottle, love?” Thoroughly enjoying the dance, I smiled back and nodded. Zack was playing along perfectly, whether he knew it or not. "And if that's not enough, you can take it out on me." He said even quieter, but still loud enough for a super soldier to pick up. Bucky Barnes across from me or not, my stomach still flipped at the idea. I guess it just takes some solid competition for Zack to step his game up. If Bucky didn't go for me, I got the feeling I'd still have a pretty good night.
“That would be amazing, thank you.” I watched him turn around and then made eye contact with Bucky across the table from me.
“I know that you know very well I have heightened senses, Lewis.” It was cute that he was trying to still act like he had the upper hand when he was so easily perturbed. Also cute was the old Brooklynn accent that came from him when he started to get flustered.
“Oh you heard that?” I feigned shock with a hand on my chest, “I’m so sorry.”
“I can hear conversations at the bar, too, doll.” He broke eye contact and took a drink. For some reason that was a very hot response, even though he was going for accusatory. Too bad for him I’ve fully accepted my ways and am not ashamed of my situation in the slightest.
“Why, did something catch your interest, Buck?” I smiled sweetly, still pretending he hadn’t heard my exchange, knowing full well this would make the jealousy angle even better. If he thought there was a real thing between me and Zack, I wont correct him- I’ll use it to my benefit. There was no trick too dirty for me anymore.
“I’m just saying you ain’t so slick, miss.” He emphasized the miss in a mocking tone. Precisely the jealousy-colored comment that fueled me. I smiled, because I hadn't had more fun in a long time and the pay off was sure to be great- no matter how it ended.
“You’d like it if I were slick then?” I asked behind my glass. I took half the drink down and started to feel the familiar buzz that I was looking for. “That can be arranged.” He didn’t audibly react but I saw him swallow whatever his initial response was going to be.
“The fuckin mouth on you, doll, how does anybody handle that?” I kicked one of my heels off under the table and watched him try to figure out what I was doing. This tango was exhilarating and I feel like I’m still so far from getting him in my bed.
“I’ll happily show you what my mouth does, Bucky, and why people put up with it.” I slowly touched my foot to his ankle and pushed it up the inside of his legs as far as I could reach. He surprised me by parting his legs, allowing me more access. I grinned and rubbed my foot on the decently sized chub in his pants. His breath hitched, like maybe he wasn’t expecting that, but he’s the one who moved his damn legs. I’d drop down on my knees under the table and blow him right here if I thought I could get away with it.
Saving him from responding, Zack showed back up with a bottle of whiskey. I guess he sensed the seething Bucky at the table now because he wasn't quite so bold. He only squeezed my shoulder and muttered “On the house. Enjoy.” I put my hand on top of his on my shoulder to get him to stop and grabbed the small notepad from his apron pocket. I scribbled down my phone number, only half for show and drew a heart around “call me”. It took all of my willpower not to kiss the paper to leave my lipstick imprint for him but homicide was not on my bingo card tonight, and I knew Bucky was getting close.
“Tell me you did not just give him your real number.” He said through gritted teeth once Zack was out of range.
“Awfully possessive for someone who hasn’t touched me at all,” I taunted. “At least Zack provides me alcohol.” I knew by saying his name and not “the bartender” I would add fuel to the fire and hoped it would pay off in a good way. I twisted the cap off the bottle and took a healthy swig for emphasis.
“It’s his job, Darcy.” He twisted my name in his mouth and he accomplished his goal that’s for sure. Damn did my name sound good on his lips. I shamelessly squeezed my legs tighter to ease some tension and took another drink before offering the bottle to Bucky. He took it happily and I chose then to deal my next blow.
“I bet he could provide me with a few good orgasms too, James.” I shot right back, drawing his name out too, hoping I could get a response. “You know, I only live a block from here so I bet he could even walk me home if I needed a big man around for protection. Fuck me on his break and go right back to work.” I smiled now, both of us understanding that I was just taunting him to get a reaction. It worked still, and he stood up abruptly, shocking me out of my trance. Perhaps I had gotten lost in the sauce and without his glare on me, I felt my control start to slip away. Maybe I pushed too far.
“Get your coat. We’re leaving.” He clipped and I smiled in victory. He turned without waiting and started walking to the bar, too fast for my liking. I didn’t actually want him to murder Zack. I grabbed the bottle to finish it off and felt the last of it burn down my throat and settle in my tummy before I stood to grab my coat. I felt a little woozy when I stood and the reality of going home with the winter soldier started to hit me. How unbelievably lucky I was and how I should savor this night.
“Lay of all lays” Jane would say. She used that to refer to Thor often but Thor was very much not my type so I never related to the phrase. He was just unrealistic. Too alien for me. I need a man with scars and emotional trauma to wreck me properly. And here I was, getting just that. I snapped out of my thoughts and headed back to the task at hand. By some miracle, my drunk legs didn’t get tangled up in my heels on the way to my jacket and I slid it on, Bucky appearing next to me.
“Did you give the nice man a good tip?” I teased and watched Bucky's face for reaction.
“Yeah, my tip was to not call that number.” He smirked and put one hand on my back to get me walking.
“That was rude, what if I wanted to chat with him later?” I whined but kept walking anyway and we left the bar, out of view of poor Zack now.
“Too bad.” He said and looped his arm around my waist, seeing the heels start to get the best of me.
“Well then I sure hope you plan on fucking me, Bucky, because if you leave me at my doorstep all worked up, I’ll do worse than just call. I’ll be thinking of him, screaming his name as I make myself come. And-“ I was cut off by him lifting me and pushing me up against a brick wall, his face too close and not close enough at the same time. One hand on my waist and the other cradling my head to make sure I didn’t hit it in the commotion.
“Shut that fucking mouth up Darcy or I swear to god…” His eyes were wide, pupils dilated, breath just a little shorter than usual. My heart skipped a beat as I realized the man was losing it all because of little ol’ me.
“You’ll what?” I breathed, commanding with my eyes that he follow through with the implication. He answered my prayers by slanting his mouth on mine, finally. It was everything I could’ve imagined and more. I moaned at the taste of whiskey on his tongue that I strategically ordered for him. His soft lips moved so easily against mine it was like we’d been doing this for years. I parted my lips for him proactively and he took the lead, introducing his tongue and exploring every inch of me he could reach. His hands even started to move along with him. His left hand tangled up in my hair, pulling slightly and his right pulled my waist closer to him so I could feel his pants get tighter. I whimpered into the kiss and the noise jolted him away from me. Suddenly remembering we were in an alley, I cleared my throat and wiggled for him to set me down on my feet. He did, and we continued on our way. My head was spinning and all I could think was that I just needed more. More wandering hands, more sloppy whiskey kisses. More Bucky. I wanted that greedy mouth on my cunt, more than anything.
“If I knew that really would shut you up I might’ve done that right when you sat down.” He said smugly. The arrogance pulled me out of it and I started to run my mouth again, just nicer this time.
“You feel good about yourself now, Bucky. Say goodbye to that bravado because I'll have you begging for me soon enough.” I couldn’t make out what he mumbled but it didn’t exactly sound like a protest. I put a bit more pep in my step and after only a couple more minutes, I thanked all the gods that we were finally approaching my building. I clung to the handrail in hopefully an inconspicuous manner as I climbed the three steps to my door and jammed the key until it finally unlocked and pulled the snarky man in with me. I blindly threw my hand against the wall in the general area the switch would be and it finally landed, lighting up the hallway. I shed my jacket and kicked off my heels and turned to Bucky who was still fully clothed.
“This is the part where you undress and carry me to the bed, Casanova.” I prodded him into action and it actually worked. He bent down and scooped me up bridal style. I giggled at the enthusiasm and at how strong he was, picking me up like I weighed nothing. “Last room on the right.” Since I knew he could easily carry me, I wiggled to reach my head up and start kissing his neck. He only let one moan escape his lips but it still riled me up further. My thoughts quickened as we finally made it to the California king size bed I so often got lost in. Never the one-nighters. Those men would serve their purpose in a hotel room nearby or their own apartments, even the bar bathroom if I felt like it. Taking Bucky here felt right, though. If I played my cards right he could become a regular and I would never feel the need to chase again. I knew he wasn’t looking for a happily ever after and I’d long since given up on the idea, too. Friends with benefits with the world's most infamous and sexiest assassin? Yes please.
He threw me on the bed and pulled his shirt up over his head in one smooth motion. I leaned back on my elbows to fully enjoy the sight of him before me. He kept eye contact as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants but all I could do was gawk. His abs were defined with just the right amount of subtly and his shoulders were the best kind of broad and bulky. I wanted to lick every line on that man’s body, scars included. The scars were taking absolutely nothing away- if I’m going to be honest they were adding to the image in front of me. I would almost think I was drooling if I weren’t biting my lip to muffle the moan coming from my mouth just looking at the man.
“Jesus, doll, you’re making me feel like some sorta prey.” His Brooklyn came out again and I could feel myself physically yearn for him.
“That’s the idea.” I watched him step out of his dark jeans and realized I hadn’t even started undressing yet. I reached back to unzip my dress but the booze was starting to catch up with my motor function, zipper-wise. He caught wind of it thank god and pushed my hands aside to take over.
He thought he’d be funny and unzip me as slow as physically possible so I urged him forward by pawing at his cock through his boxers. I felt him jerk slightly and smiled as his hands moved faster to help me out of my dress.
“Christ.” He breathed as he stopped and took me in fully. I was down to just the new lingerie set I’d picked out last weekend and a garter with a knife safely tucked into a leather sheath. “That’s so fucking hot, Darcy.” He plucked my garter, snapping it back to my thigh, sparks shooting down my spine with the action.
“Hey, a frisky girl's gotta have some protection on her,” I shrugged, “and can’t exactly hide a Glock in that outfit.” I smiled because he still hadn’t made eye contact again, he was soaking my whole body in. My very thin, dark red lace thong with matching bralette peaked his interest, as designed. The smaller cups of my bra showed almost everything, half of my nipples even poking out of the contraption, begging to be set free. I realized he was taking his time checking me out so decided to two-birds-one-stone it. I turned on my back and hung my head over the edge of the bed, looking up at him so he could still see all of me but I could finally put him in my mouth.
“If you can pull that cock out, I can finally show you what my mouth can do.” I smiled and he took no time at all shedding his boxers, fully hard cock in front of me. I licked my lips and pulled him closer - wrapping one hand around him and using the other to rest on the back of his thigh and pull him against me. Eye level with me was a bead of precum, a snack. I hummed and licked it up, tasting him already while meeting his gaze.
“Fuck, doll.” He said strained. I didn’t answer, instead I wet my lips and brought them around his cock, taking as much of him in as I could and stroking the rest with my free hand. I moaned at his size, already anticipating how he’d feel inside of me. He bent forward slightly and I felt a cool metal finger slide under my panties, teasing my entrance for a few seconds before slipping a digit then another into me, where I needed him most. I whined at the contact and arched up to give him better access. While he worked his own magic, I kept a slow and steady pace, and gagged when he jerked forward instinctually. “Oops.” he smiled coyly. I came off him slowly, continuing to stroke him while I spoke.
“You know, Bucky, if you want to fuck my mouth, I’ll be a good girl and sit still.”
“Yes,” was all he said at first, “I think we should try that out.” He said with the most manners I’d seen from him so far. I laid my head back down and relaxed my throat to take him in.
“Do your worst, soldier.” I said softly, taunting him and once again, he took the bait. He grabbed my face with both hands and held me still while he slowly entered my mouth.
“It’s Sargent to you, civilian.” He corrected me again, sneered and thrust back into my mouth, harder than I was expecting. I let out the most pathetic noise I think I've ever heard and realized my control was gone. Beyond redemption. Being called a civilian made another wave of want roll over me. I most definitely discovered a new kink, especially present with Bucky. I felt a rush at my center and moaned in ecstasy. I wasn’t normally a fan of this: being completely vulnerable with absolutely zero control, but Bucky made it thrilling. In a fucked up way I already trusted him and felt safe under his care, but I wouldn't admit that to myself just yet. He kept the same fast pace, making me fully understand the appeal of skull-fucking that I hadn’t ever cared for before. Tears in my eyes, I kept myself open to him and enjoyed the attention he was giving me with his fingers. He stopped so suddenly I felt shock and then an emptiness I’d like to remedy.
“I don’t want to lose myself down your throat tonight, doll. Get up on that bed.” He ordered and I was more than happy to follow that order.
He took another second or two to just stare before finally getting on the bed with me, positioning himself above me. He met my lips with his again, sending me into another daze I didn’t know I needed. I ran my fingers through his hair and he trailed both hands along my body, stopping on my breasts to give a rough squeeze and then moving lower to my hips, pushing me down onto the bed so I couldn’t move. He broke away from the kiss, breathing hard and continued his way down. He peppered kisses and love bites down my neck, stopping to suck just below my neckline to leave marks that I would forever cherish. I still had the insatiable urge to taunt him so I decided to comment.
“Marking me, Sarge? Not very discreet.” I said slyly so he would know I wasn’t genuinely protesting.
“You misunderstand, doll,” damn that tone, “I’m claimin’ you.” My instincts wanted to argue but somehow I couldn’t. I melted underneath him and gave in fully to the macho man on top of me.
With gentle hands, he pulled my breasts out of their prisons and took one in his mouth, kneading the other gently with his free hand, twisting my nipple like a professional.
The little moans became loud, big and uncontrollable as he started to get more bold. What started off as playful licks ended up as a test to push my limits. He had graduated to biting me, soothing the skin over with his tongue and some more kisses, before biting again harder. The brief shots of pain had me aching for more and I realized I was already close. I whined in need and arched my back against the bed into his touch.
“More, Bucky, baby, you can make me come like this, I know you can.” I egged him on to motivate to which he happily obliged. He gave a farewell kiss to one breast as he moved to the other and gave it equal love. His warm mouth on my sensitive nipple had me wiggling around him, the ache of nothing in between my thighs making itself known. As his nibbles got harder, I felt my orgasm approach. I scratched at his shoulder and tried to get out “I’m coming” but all that escaped me was “I- ahh” as I came undone underneath him. He gave me a solid final bite, rough enough to leave marks and I came hard, chest heaving up and down trying to steady my breathing. I closed my eyes and with one long breath ordered him around some more- my favorite thing to do, I guess.
“Get back over here.” To my surprise, he ignored me and scooted down the bed so his face was in my heat, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder and squeezed my thighs. “Mm, I’ll settle for this then. Show me a good time, Mr Barnes.” I smiled and shifted my hips up a little to give him the best angle.
Next, I don’t know why I didn’t assume this would happen, but I’m sure glad it did… the winter soldier ran his tongue flat against my slit over my panties. By the moan that came out of him, he could taste me through the soaked fabric and enjoyed what he was getting.
“Never done this with you still wrapped up doll… I sure am lovin’ it. These are devilishly thin, I reckon I could make you come again through your little panties just like this.” He pulled at the strap on my thigh and released it, snapping it for emphasis and again left me wanting more force from him.
I’d like to say I kept my dignity but it would be a boldfaced lie- the man had unraveled me, eating me up right through the fabric covering my sex. I was whimpering and wiggling under his touch. I could feel the sensation of his tongue gliding up and down my entrance over the fabric before finally jutting his tongue out to give me some penetration- however small. It was then that I lost control and came undone under his mouth- panties soaked, messy, desperate for anything he was willing to give me. I was dubbing him King of Foreplay after tonight, goddamn.
“Okay enough.” I tried to say sternly but it came out more like a plea. I needed power back and I needed it soon otherwise I was going to melt away. I pulled the last bits of my clothes off- sheathed knife included- and turned my attention back to him. Before me was an uncut 8 inches of pure Buck. I pulled him up onto me again and tugged to get him to roll over. He laughed at my attempt since I was clearly not going to be able to move him on my own, and once he was finally on his back, I mounted him before he could object. I had my legs on the outside of his and gently rolled my hips forward. It pulled a groan out of him that he clearly didn’t expect- he cleared his throat to try and regain composure.
“Don’t fight it, Bucky. I’m going to take what I want from you and then I’ll make you feel good.” I cooed.
“Yes, ma’am.” Is all he said but it landed. The title on his lips was sweet like honey, the scruffy five o’clock shadow on his face anything but delicate. It didn’t get me as hot and bothered as civilian but it made me swoon regardless. I traced a hand down his chest and laid them down to his stomach for a nice grip while I rode the deadly man. He bucked his hips to encourage me.
“Ah ah, patience.” I scolded and lifted myself off him, up on the balls of my feet, stabilizing one hand on his stomach and the other hand grabbing his hard cock- and lowered myself down back down onto him slowly. I shimmied, bringing my hips all the way down to be flush with his and we let out a collective sigh. I felt completely full, every inch of him buried in me almost uncomfortably. I was in a state of pure bliss, and it seems he felt the same because his eyes squeezed shut at the sensation.
“Oh Darcy you’re so fucking wet for me,” he practically cried out and his voice cracked, “please move, I can’t stand it.” I agreed to give him a bit of relief as I began to rock my hips back and forth against him. We both moaned in a state of ecstasy and I knew I would come again soon.
“I’m going to use you again, sarge, but I need you to not come, okay? Can you hold it in for me for just a bit longer?” I saw his jaw tighten as if my question alone was causing him problems. It probably was. I rocked harder, faster on him to rub on his hardness and gently moved up and down, grinding my clit up against him. With his help, I brought myself to orgasm once again. Bucky Barnes, the best sex toy a girl could ask for.
After I had finished rocking, he put both hands on my waist and flipped us, still buried in me but on top of me again. I smiled and put both of my hands on his abdomen, doing my best to permanently commit his memory to my spank bank.
“Fuck me, Bucky.” I encouraged and he didn’t hold back. He started thrusting into me with the rhythm no vibrator in existence could possibly match. He really was living up to my expectations. I finally understood Jane’s “lay of all lays” saying and don’t blame her for being so crazy for it. I’d do anything for him to be my nightcap 8 days a week.
“Will you…” I reconsidered what I was going to say may be crossing a personal line but also considered this may be my only chance. I may as well voice my desire, “Will you choke me?” I asked as I pulled his hand slightly towards my throat. I saw a flicker of hesitation, not wanting to hurt me, then just as quickly, a look of resolve and he nodded shortly.
“I’ll do anything for you, Darce, just have to ask.” He brought his left hand the rest of the way up my body and wrapped the cool vibranium around my throat. A whimper escaped my lips and he responded in kind. The physical dominance, complete control he had over me with my throat in his hand made my insides twist around in a way I don’t want to unpack. I could feel a familiar flooding as my third? fourth? orgasm crept up on me.
“Fuck, Darce, its like wringing a fucking sponge. You like that, that feel good for you, doll?” He asked confidently. Fuck if I wasn’t smitten with this practical stranger in my bed, less than two hours of conversation between us but chemistry that couldn't be ignored any longer.
“Harder, Buck,” I pleaded, “make me see stars. Make me come again.” I squeaked out and much to my surprise, he complied. He quickened his pace as his grip tightened at the same time.
That grip around me had me climbing to my climax, a small dose of adrenaline pumping through my veins at the same time from my body's fight or flight response to being strangled. I could feel how close I was to passing out- my vision blurring under the assassin in my bed with his hand, his scientifically engineered weapon around my throat.
The combination of his hand tightening and railing into me harder each thrust had me coming in seconds. I violently thrashed and clenched around his cock coming harder than I had in… maybe ever. I screamed his name but his hand restricting my throat made it come out a mere squeak. It was so intense my aftershocks dragged his release out alongside me. His release spilled hot inside me, easily filling me up and leaking out around him still buried in me. As soon as I had finished, he loosened his grip but kept his hand there, massaging the spot now. He pulled out slowly, gasping at the sudden loss and laid down next to me, running a hand through my hair.
“Holy hell.” I exhaled, feeling a tear escape my eyes from the intensity of everything. He noticed and Bucky became gentle, remorse clear on his face.
“Did I hurt you?” He looked like his heart dropped as he asked.
“No, Buck. Quite the opposite.” I smiled. “It’s a tear shed because you just ruined me for every other man.” He chuckled softly but it didn’t seem like his consciousness was completely clear. I was quiet for one more moment before I decided to say it out loud.
“I like feeling my fragile little life in your hands.” I confessed. “Sorry, I know that’s kind of fucked up.” He smiled at me again, this time reassuring me. He of all people knew what it was like to be a little fucked up in the head.
“So, ruined, huh?” He smirked.
‘Wrecked completely, I’m afraid.” I said, grin on my face. I hadn’t felt this light, this pure happiness in a very long time.
“Well I certainly wouldn’t mind coming back for seconds, Darcy.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “If you’d let me.” He added as if he even needed to ask.
“If you’re going to perform like that every time, soldier, I’d expect you to be on call.” I joked and he rolled his eyes before shifting back to me and grabbing my face in his hand, bringing me as close to him as I could be without touching.
“What is with you and pushing my damn buttons?” I felt another flutter of excitement when he dragged me around like a rag doll into him.
“That’s a particularly fun button to press, Sarge. Turns out it’s fun to be bossed around for a change. You know, be a regular ol’ civilian.” I emphasized and sighed as I pictured him in his full uniform, pants unzipped while I paid respects to the military with a full mouth.
“I’ll remember that.” He promised and finally closed the gap between us. I could still taste the whiskey on him, it still did things to me, but I don’t think I could move my legs if my life depended on it. I was officially jell-o. Instead, I chose to just enjoy what I was given and lost myself in his kiss. He broke away when we both needed to breathe and rested his forehead on mine.
“Why so talkative?” I asked, curious and perhaps a little self sabotaging.
“Well now that you've been ‘ruined’” he paused for dramatic effect, “I don’t think I have to worry about bartenders. I'm not exactly a fan of sharing.” I laughed and gave him a brief kiss again before laying back.
“If I knew you were an option, I wouldn’t have needed anybody else at all.”
“I love to hear it, doll.” A few minutes of comfortable silence passed and I yawned.
“Do you have anywhere to be before like 10 tomorrow?” I asked, sleep suddenly threatening to overtake me.
“Whole weekend is free.” He smiled knowing where I was heading next.
“So would you wanna stay a while? Maybe I could interest you in some morning head? Shower sex? Some defiling of my kitchen counters after breakfast?” I heard a pleased hum next to me and knew I had him, for at least two more nights.
“You’re gonna have a hard time getting rid of me now, sweetheart.” He kissed me again, slow but satisfying all the same. “Get some sleep, I’ll be here.”