Sex in a motel always hit different.
It felt so thrilling and.....clandestine? But it was in no way even minutely illicit because you and Bucky completely belonged to each other; mind, body, soul and pleasure.
Like now.
You were sat on the edge of the large bed on your knees, covered in nothing but your sheer silk negligee that accentuated your body beautifully, leaving nothing to the imagination. You ran your hands over your body sensually, beckoning your man towards you.
He was a man of immaculate self-control, being the leader of the city's most feared biker gang and all. But in moments like these, his will melted like a soft serve on a ridiculously hot summer afternoon.
He takes your waiting form in, his eyes raking over every inch of your body hungrily. He pulls his cigarette away from his sinfully plump lips and throws it into the tray on the dresser. He stalks over to you, your gaze trailing over all of his sculpted, tattooed glory.
He towers over you like this and gently grips your chin with his fingers, tilting your face upward, other hand playing with the hem of your flimsy gown. Your hands rest on his naked abdomen, nails gently grazing his abs. The hard muscle ripples deliciously under your touch as you chase his lips for the kiss he's so hellbent on teasing you for.
His rings are cold against your skin as he guides his hand lower to your core making you gasp as the cold metal comes in contact with the overheated flesh. You desperately need him to kiss you. Touch you.
"No panties, baby?"
"Mhm,"
Taking charge, you lean upwards and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss. All tongue and teeth as you taste him, all cigarette smoke and mint as you relish him.
His fingers bury into your soaking cunt as you devour each other in the kiss, moaning and groaning into each other's mouths, swallowing the sounds of pleasure as you go.
Your hands rake over his back as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you at a bruising pace, his rings adding to your pleasure. He breaks the kiss to nip at your neck, sucking red marks into the tender skin. Your hands move lower to palm his erection through his jeans.
He lets out a feral growl at that and effortlessly picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he carries you to the nearest wall.
The sound of a zipper being hurriedly pulled down echoes through the room as you grind against each other desperate for some friction, your arousal leaving a damp patch on his jeans.
"Already makin' a mess, huh?" He teases.
He sheathes himself into you in a swift motion, your slick, velvety walls providing almost zero resistance.
He fucks into you unabashedly, groaning animalistically as you whine and mewl in his ear, egging him on.
His balls slap against your wet hole and your clit grazes against the small patch of hair just above his cock deliciously every time he buries himself into you, the sensation pushing you to your peak embarrassingly quickly.
"Bucky, baby," you pant. "M'gonna cum,"
"Fuck, oh, yeah baby, fuckin' come for me,"
You tighten around him and gush out with a scream, searing white hot pleasure bursting through every nerve ending as he continues to pummel into your still-clenching cunt. He spills into you a few seconds later, his grip around your ass tightening as you both ride out your highs.
He sets you down gently and kisses your forehead. He slips a hand down to your overstimulated core and gathers the mix of your releases on his fingers making you yelp. He holds his digits in front of you as you obediently open your mouth and suck them dry.
"Good girl," he praises, picking you up and laying you down on the bed as he cleans you up with a damp cloth. Throwing the fabric in some corner of the room, he settles next to you.
You lay on top of him and trace mindless patterns onto his skin as he strokes your hair and back.
"Doing this in a motel just feels so fucking amazing. I can't explain it but it just is," he says.
"Probably because our first time together was in one," you respond with a smile.
"Mhm...definitely because of that,"
"Do you feel guilty?"
"For what, baby?"
"For leaving the kids with Sam for the entire weekend while we're out here?"
"Nope. The boys love him and he said he needed 'dad practice'. Plus mommy and daddy need a break from time to time," he finishes with a wink.
"That so? Cause the way I see it, you aren't getting any breaks, daddy," you say purposely accentuating the last word as you trail down his body.
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