Teeth
The front of Bucky's house was breath taking. There's seven peak rooftops, on in the shape of a half circle. Three double garage doors sit on the right side of the house, light wash bricks frame the doors. The exterior had the same brick throughout, with gray colored window frames. Above the front door entryway, was a small balcony with large double doors. The entryway itself was dome shaped, a heavy black metal door beckoning you. He had flowers planted along the driveway, splashes of red, white, and yellow danced around in the soft breeze. Bushes lines the front of the house, tall enough to cover the bottom half of some windows.
Bucky's hand has found home on your lower back, gently guiding you inside. Your skin felt tingly where the warm was seeping and spreading across, and your breath died on in your throat at the interior of his home.
Upon entry, it was a wide open hallway, looking straight back to the back of the house. As you slowly walked in, your eyes explored. The ceilings are as high you expected, with the peaked roofs of course, wood beams are providing support in criss cross's. The color is warm tones of browns, deep blues, and greens. The walls are decorated with photos of the outdoors; mountains, tall trees, New York City, and the Execution Rocks lighthouse, and the East River.
You pause at one picture. Its of the Oak Ally Mansion in New Orleans, the mansion is the focal point of the photograph with the oak trees framing the picture itself. Its to draw your eye around the photograph, to make the viewer look everywhere. Whoever took this, knew exactly what they were doing. Glancing at the bottom right corner, you place your fingers on the writing. "Well, this is a surprise." You laugh, looking at Bucky.
He's been silent the whole time you have been admiring the home. He looks at the photo, back to you, brows pulled together, and leans in to read the words. "No shit.." he breathes. Your name is signed on the corner. "I bought this at a gallery night," he explains.
Tilting your head up, "Starlight Gallery night. I remember selling this," your eyes roam him face, "to someone who I felt was offering far too much. Couldn't say no to the price you gave me."
"I don't remember speaking with you." Bucky looks so lost and confused.
You laugh again, "No, you did not. You spoke with Tess, she works for me during those galleries. She informed me of the price you offered, and I couldn't turn it down." You hold your arms out, slowly spinning, "you paid for this dress and the heels. Thank you." You wink at him.
Bucky reaches out for you, grabbing your hand and pulling you flush against him. Your hand free hand falls to his chest, "Mm, glad to see my money gets spent wisely." His voice is low in his throat, and he's moving you backwards. You grunt when your back hits a wall, "Would you like something to drink?"
Your head is spinning, and your core is throbbing almost painfully now. A thought passes, "I could use some water, but," you slide your hand up his chest and into his beard, scratching the light salt and pepper. He huffs out a breath, "only if you promise to take me to bed with it."
Leaning into your hand, eyes closed, Bucky seems to gather the rest of his strength to push away from you. When he opens his eyes again, pupils are blown wide. "Promise."
Offers you his hand, which you gladly take, and follow him into the kitchen. The open concept makes your heart so happy. You could see yourself cooking in here. Black and white marble counter tops, black upper cabinets, emerald green lowers, and all stainless steel appliances. The island looks out to a living room area, but what catches your breath is the floor to ceiling window that line the back of the house. They are the whole length of the house, from roof to ground. There is a break in them, the tops are broken from the rest, creating a triangle.
The view is the next to take your breath away. Bucky has a home on the water, over looking the river. He has a pool, but at the end of his yard, is a dock with a boat rising and falling with the waves. You wish you had your camera to capture this view forever and ever.
You don't realize Bucky is leaning against the island, watching you, until you see him in the refection of the glass. He has one foot crossed over the other, hands resting on the marble. You want to cry at the view you have. Bucky looks like a model fresh out the page of some magazine. Turning your head, you look back at him. He is watching you with eyes full of amusement and lust. You don't speak, either of you, just staring. You want to burn this image into your brain.
You slowly slide across the floor to him, stopping just outside arm reach. Bucky has placed two water bottles on the counter next to him, and you mildly wonder if both are for you or one for each. The thought they might be for you, makes you suddenly very aware of what is happening. Bucky is moving slowly, almost in slow motion, to reach out for you. His fingers hook one of your dress straps, pulling it down your shoulder and letting it rest on your bicep. "You are so beautiful."
You step into his arms, and within seconds, his lips are on yours. He's kissing you as if you're a lifeline, that if he stops his heart will too. And you kiss back with just as much passion and desperation.
Before your mind can't register what is happening, youre moving. You hold onto him tightly, arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he walks. A moan escapes your mouth at the bulge that is now pressing hard against your sex. He fills out his pants so tightly, you try so hard to not grind down on him as he walks. Bucky kicks a door open and drops you of the softness of a bed.
Hair fanned out around you, on your back you look up at him. Bucky is just standing between your legs hanging over the bed, staring down at you with so much lust you could burst into flames. Your hands move on their own, reaching for his waist it causes you to sit up. Fingers grab his shirt and yank it out of his pants and apart. The buttons fly open, you're presented with a new image you want forged into your memory. Now, now, you really wish you had your camera. Bucky is nothing short of muscles, deep lines of strength, and soft scars. You lean forward and lick the line between his abs. His fingers find your hair and pull your head back, forcing you to look up at him. His lips find yours before you can protest and to let you please have a taste. He was hot under your tongue, and you want to put your mouth somewhere else.
You lean back on the bed, dragging him with you. His hand stays in your hair, the other holding himself up off you next to your head. Bucky lets your hands wonder his torso, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, down his arms. He sits back on his heels, pulling the shirt off his arms. You openly moan at him.
The dragons head is on his bicep, just as you suspected. Now, you can see the whole art work, "I want to see it." You think out loud. Bucky smiles and turns his arm out for you to see. The teal dragon is done in a true Japanese style tattooing. Its not to look realistic, but the detail work makes it look like its freshly drawn on him. The background are grey clouds and swirls, filling in the empty space when the dragon is not. The creature wraps from Bucky's wrist to his shoulder; it looks as if its crawling around his arm and coming out of his bicep. Your fingers trace the art, licking then bitting your lips.
Bucky leans back over you, pressing his lips to yours before traveling down to your neck, where he bites. "Now I want to see." He grinds his hips down, giving you friction where you've been praying for. You lean your head back and moan loudly, nails grip at his shoulders. "Mm, I like how you sound," he kisses the valley between your breast, "but I said I want to see."
You hear it more than you feel it, one of the slits in your dress gets torn up. You gasp, "Bucky!"
He grins wickedly at you. The tear is now all the way up your torso, ending just below your left breast, "Sorry, not sorry, doll. I want to see my prize." And with that, he rips the dress completely open, exposing you. The moan that fall from his mouth is almost too much. There you are, in nothing by lace underwear that does little to nothing to hide you. His mouth finds your left nipple just as you're about to beg for him to touch you.
Fisting a hand in his hair, your breath becomes rushed, gasping out as his tongue assaults your tit. You roll your hips up, "Please. I need more." You dont normally beg, but youd kill a man for him just to get him to fucking do something.
He hums around you, flicking his tongue over the hardened nipple, then kissing his way over to the next. Bucky slides his hands down your body, digging his fingers into your thick hips. Teeth bites down on the meat of your under boob, causing you to swear and roll your eyes. "I want to take my time with you, doll." He whispers against your skin.
"You can take your fucking time the next time. Im dying here, James." you hiss at him while he pins you down.
He looks up at you from under this lashes, a evil grin finding its way to his face, "You seem perfectly alive to me, baby." He bites your breast again.
You fist both hands into his hair and yank, earning a sinful moan from him, "Id be even more alive if you would stop torturing me. I have been fantasizing about your cock for over a month now." Throwing your head back, you groan in frustration again.
Your statement makes Bucky tear your panties off your body, "You think you can say shit like that and expect me to stay in control here?" Bucky finally presses his palm flat against your slit, grinding it down. The noise you let out is a mix of a squeak and a throaty moan.
Pulling his hair harder as a single finger dips inside of you, "Who said I wanted you to stay in control?"
Bucky lets out animalistic growl, sliding down your body until his head is between your legs. "One day, ill do something about that mouth of yours." And as youre about to sass him, his tongue finds your clit, and whatever your where about to say is drowned by your loud moan.
Bucky eats pussy the same way he kisses- full of passion and dominance. Another finger is thrusted into you, scissoring you open. Youre gasping, moaning, and pulling at his hair, shoulders, and the bed sheets. The sounds fulling from your lips are nasty, and the sounds coming from between your legs are making you feel like dirty. You could careless.
The tight coil forming in your belly pulls you back to reality, "Bucky, please. Im going to cu-" He curls his fingers up just as he sucks your clit into his lips.
Your back arches off the bed sharply, legs try to clamp around his head, hands pulling at the sheets above your head, and you scream into your elbows. Your orgasm hits you so hard, your toes curl into his back. You don't think you've ever come so hard before. There are stars in your eyes, head feels light from not breathing. You want that over and over.
Bucky slowly pulls way from you, kissing and sucking marks into your thigh. He stands, pulling his pants and boxers down and off his body. His fingers pull off your heels that you forgot where still on your feet. He pulls the rest of your dress away from your body, and you finally raise your head to look down at him.
Holy shit.
Bucky's cock is thick, with a nice length to it. It slightly curves up toward the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight. You look back up at him from under your lashes, "Bucky.."
He presses a kiss to your check, then your mouth, "Oh sweet thing, as much as id love to see those pretty red lips around my cock, id rather feel your pussy first."
You pant out to him, "Promise?" Tracing his face features with your fingertips.
He smiles sweetly at you, "Promise." And he thrust forward, fucking into you with one swift motion.
Yeah, oh yeah. This is everything you have been dreaming about. He fits perfectly. There is a dull ache from the stretch but you dont care, you need him to fuck. You grab his face, pulling him down till your forehead touch. Your legs are spread wide open for him, thigh pushed against his hips. "Oh fuck me, Bucky."
He groans, hands grabbing yours and pinning them above your head, and he begins to pound. Pulling out slowly before slamming back in, over and over.
The motion is causing your breast to bounce, and Bucky cant help but watch them. The filthy sounds falling for you mouth are his encore. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby," He moans, nipping his teeth at you perfect mounds. You moan louder, legs twitching around him, "I want to hear you all the time, feel you all the time," He rolls his hips up, grinding his pelvic against your clit. You sob out to him, "Ah fuck, yes. You like it when i fuck you like this, doll?"
Another grind and your eyes are rolling back, "Oh please, Bucky, don't stop. Im-I can- Bucky." You stutter through your whines.
Bucky grins down at you, gripping both of your hands in one of his, the other traveling over your body. He caresses you bouncing breast, your stomach, your hips, and stops at your thigh before slide his hand back up. The hand slides between the mounds and softly rests on your throat. Your eyes fly open to watch him. Hes staring at you, waiting for your permission. You sob out, wrapping your legs around him fully, hooking your feet together on his back.
"Oh doll," He slowly wraps his fingers around your neck, oh so gently with the pressure, "youre so brave baby. I got you. I got you." His words cause overwhelming tears to fall from your eyes. "Its okay, I'll take care of you." His pounding becomes relentless.
His voice, the words, and the thrusts, and the hand on your neck and the hand pinning you down are becoming too much. The coil is forming again, and you clench down around him. "Bucky, please!" you beg out to him.
Bucky nods, lips parted as he watches your face, "There you go, doll. Come for me. Come on this cock. All yours, baby."
With one, two, three more thrusts, you scream out. He lets go of your hands, letting you find purchase on his shoulder blades. Nails rack down his back as you come around him, chanting his name he keeps pumping. Bucky doesn't last. He uses the hand around your neck to pull your face up to him so he can moan into your mouth as he comes deep inside you.
The warmth of his come, the weight of his cock, almost makes you orgasm again in less than thirty seconds. You kiss him back with so much heat, you might pass out.
He holds you against him, softly pulling out of you, letting you relax against the bed. Bucky's mouth kisses along your jaw, over your checks, nose, and eye lids, and stoping at your forehead. You rub your hands soothingly over her lower back. Neither of you speak, to blissed out to talk yet, but you need to move. His come is dripping out of you and you need to wash up. "Bucky." You whisper. He only grunts in response. Giggling, "Bucky, I need to clean up. Youre dripping out of me."
He leans up to look down at you, "Fine, but Im joining."
With that, he pulled you to the on suit bathroom, starting a hot shower. He washes you as you half ass wash him in return, causing him to chuckle at your sleepy face. He takes care of you, drying you off, dressing you in one of his tee shirts as he slips on sweat pants. His shirt is big on your torso, but is a bit tight on your hips. You go to grumble at him, but he cuts you off with a light slap to your ass.
"Ill need clothes for tomorrow." You whisper when you both finally get comfortable in bed, under the covers. Theres a fan blowing cool air at you both, and you're so thankful because Bucky is a fucking furnace. "Where is your office?"
"Here," he chuckles, "It's one of the first rooms to the right when you walk in." He presses a kiss to your temple, "And I'll call someone to bring you some clothes. What would you like?" His phone is in his hand, typing away.
You swallow, "Um, a replacement dress you destroyed tonight. Maybe in a different color of your choice." you play with the hair on his chest.
He hums softly, "Done. How does red sound? I feel red will enhance your curves even more. Will be here by eight." He tosses his phone on the table, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you tight to him. "Now we sleep. You wore me out."
You giggle into his shoulder, "Im not even sorry."
Lazily kissing each other goodnight before sleep consumes you both. For the first time in years, you sleep deeply. Safe and sound.