Serenity

            We grabbed our coats and made our way downstairs. The car was fancy, the driver was fancy, and when we pulled up to the club, well…it was underwhelming. I was honestly expecting more fancy.

            The building was nondescript. It was gray, semi modern, yet not a tremendous amount of glass. It was difficult to tell if it was a two story building, or a single story with a very high ceiling. You simply couldn’t see inside.

            Once we were escorted into the entranceway, we made our way through security. I worried about Bucky’s arm, and I could see the apprehension in his eyes as we wound our way through the building, but everything went off without a hitch. Even the lecture and warning involving consents and safe words moved without issue, though it was a good thing we had performed our prep work together. After we passed through the second set of doors, the club came to life. This was where the luxury started. Beautiful people were milling around in their equestrian clothing, some looking ridiculous, others looking very much right in their attire. I spotted two more men sporting polo uniforms, though neither looked as good as Bucky. My breeches seemed to be a popular choice amongst the ladies.

            I suspected it was because they really did work wonders for the booty.

            We made our way deeper into the club, and I felt like I was going to hyperventilate.

            “Hey,” Bucky stopped us, feigning that he’d picked a spot to peruse. It was a small nook, big enough for two and no more. The niche was dimly lit and lined with antique looking mirrors, giving it a very trippy vibe. Bucky placed both hands on either side of my face, holding my head in place so he could look into my eyes. “You good?” He asked with his eyes focused on me.

            I nodded quickly. Maybe a bit too quickly. I closed my eyes for a moment to collect myself, then gave a much slower nod. “I’m good.”

            A small smile spread across Bucky’s face. “Good.”

            He slid one hand toward the back of my head, gently cupping me as he urged me closer, while the other hand angled itself around my lower back. “You know, I’ve gotta say I feel like I hit the jackpot with this mission, Z.”

            “Well, you did volunteer for it, Bucky,” I chuckled as he kissed my neck. “And quickly, I might add.”

            I gasped when he lightly bit the sensitive flesh near my ear before licking the flat of his tongue across it. “Like I was going to let Steve or Sam take it? This mission was mine the minute you got involved…and they both damn well knew it.”

            He continued his ministrations, and I knew he was leaving marks. I honestly didn’t care. In the days to come, I would both welcome and loathe the reminder of this evening and everything that lead up to it.

            “Besides,” he continued speaking, “I think we make a great team.” He pulled back gifting me with one of his adorable smiles. It was genuine and not the sort of smile Bucky displayed often. It warmed my heart.

            “Me too, Bucky.”

            Suddenly, the smile was gone. Bucky’s expression shifted from friendly and fun loving to a mask of seduction and liquid heat. “You ready to give these yahoos a show, doll?”

            I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

            “Do you want me to lead?” Bucky asked, his voice gravely and sexy.

            I nodded again.

            “You need me to take charge, don’t you sweetheart?”

            My lips parted as my breath hitched, my heart rate doing double time. “Yes, please.” I arched my back, pushing myself against Bucky, needing to feel him against me.

            Bucky tilted my head up and placed his lips directly over mine, ghosting his tongue across them before speaking again. “’Yes, please,’ what, sweetheart?”

            My eyes nearly fluttered closed. God, I loved this side of Bucky. “Yes, please, Sergeant Barnes,” I said softly, though no one was within earshot of us.

            “Mmm, fuck…do you have any idea what you do to me when you call me that?” He asked as he ground himself against me.

            I mean, yeah, I had a pretty good idea given that his erection was barely contained in the polo pants and he was pressed against me bodily.

            “Do you wanna know?” He growled as he pulled away a bit.

            I smirked up at him. “Yes, please, Sergeant Barnes,” I repeated again, earning a hellishly sexy grin from Bucky.

            Bucky took my right hand in his before speaking again. “Remember your colors, kitten?”

            I nodded.

            “I’m in charge, but you have all the power here. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

            I nodded again, though Bucky’s lips crashed against mine in a claiming kiss that curled throughout my body, taking root in my very soul.

            “I’ll show you what you do to me, kitten,” he said as he slid my hand against his erection, pressing it there until he was able to feel some much needed friction.

            I stood mesmerized, staring at my fingers tracing the outline of Bucky’s hardness. He was so thick; I was simultaneously intrigued and terrified at the prospect of having him inside me, stretching and filling me to the brink of pain.

            I palmed him as best as I could, wanting to feel every vein and ridge hidden by the polo uniform. Bucky gifted me with a gentle thrust of his hips into my palm, and I hazarded a glance up and into his eyes.

            He was looking at me with such intensity I nearly stepped away from him. His pupils were lust blown, his blue eyes now dark and predatory. Bucky looked equal parts lover and warrior; he wore them both very well.

            His lips found mine again, pressing against them in a barely controlled kiss. He first kissed my top lip before doing the same to my bottom lip, though he took the swollen flesh into his mouth and lightly bit it before releasing me. I swiped my tongue across the newly bitten surface, staring at his mouth as I imagined all the things he could do with his tongue and those lips.

            “I need to touch you, Z,” he whispered harshly. “What’s your color, kitten?”

            I swallowed, looking up and into his eyes before answering. “Green.”

            “Good girl, sweetheart. So good,” he murmured softly as he lowered his head to line wet kisses across my exposed collarbone. “Remember what I said? I won’t share you with anyone, Z. No one will see you, baby,” he spoke as he licked the skin between my breasts. He stood, taking my jaw into his natural flesh hand before speaking again. “I’m right here, blocking the only way in and out of this space. Do you trust me?”

            Bucky held my face to his, commanding me to see the sincerity in his eyes. He wanted me to trust him; he needed me to trust him. I nodded before speaking. “I trust you Bucky.”

            Bucky’s eyes softened marginally, though they still held an animalistic desire in their depths. He inhaled quickly and I realized only then that he had been holding his breath.

            “My girl is so good to me,” he drawled as he lazily swiped his thumb across my kiss-swollen lip.

            He dragged his natural hand down, gently massaging my neck before proceeding lower to cup my breast. My nipple hardened even more as he squeezed me over my shirt and bra. Bucky deftly unfastened two of my buttons, fully exposing my chest. He slid his hand under the fabric, pinching my sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

            I gasped at the pleasure pain of it. Somehow, it felt as if the sensation traveled along a nerve connected to my core, and I absently wondered if I could orgasm from nipple play alone. When Bucky nudged his knee between my legs, pushing me roughly against his thigh, I nearly came unhinged and I moaned at the sensations.

            Bucky grunted, lost in his own increasing arousal. “This is nothing compared to how I’m going to make you feel later, darlin’,” he drawled again. “When we get home—“

            I inhaled sharply. “Red!” I said suddenly, shaking my head.

            Bucky stopped his actions immediately, his brows stitched in worry and confusion. “What’s wrong? Talk to me sweetheart.”

            I continued shaking my head as I looked at him. “I can’t—“

            Bucky’s eyes softened as he rested his forehead against mine. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he whispered. “We can leave right now. It’s okay.”

            “No, it’s not that. I just can’t…,” I trailed off, unsure of how to address my concerns with him. “I need to stay in this moment, Bucky. I can’t think about later. Just. Now.”

            I didn’t tell him I couldn’t continue a casual, sexual relationship with him. That once this mission was complete, there would be no reason for us to continue with this aspect of our relationship…fun as it was. I’m just not wired for casual sex; I need more from partner.

            And I loved Bucky. There. It was true. And it hurt…a lot. Unrequited love hurts.

            Bucky held me, keeping his forehead pressed to mine for several moments. “You’re okay here?”

            I nodded.

            “And you’re okay with me touchin’ you sweetheart?”

            I nodded again, smiling softly.

            I mean I actually liked that part.

            I knew Bucky well enough to read the insecurity in his eyes. I hated that my overwhelming need to stop us earlier had fueled that doubt in his head.

            “Bucky,” I said, still keeping my forehead pressed to his as I stared at his mouth, “If I could choose anyone as my partner on this mission, I would choose you. You are the only one I would want here with me, right now, in this moment.”

            I felt his breath catch at my admission as a small smile hitched one side of his mouth in that adorable, sexy smirk of his. “Not even Stevie?”

            I bit my lip to hide my smile, though I knew I was failing miserably. I hummed out loud as though I were pondering his question. I traced a finger down Bucky’s chest as I spoke. “Would he be wearing this exact same outfit, ‘cause I gotta say—”?

            Bucky quickly but gently grasped my jaw in his natural hand, effectively shushing me. “Doll. Really? I don’t think you want to make me jealous again. Not here. Not now,” he warned as he slid his thumb across my lower lip.

            I caught the pad of his thumb between my teeth, surprising him as I steadily licked it, sucking the tip ever so delicately, before removing my mouth from him so I could speak. “But I kind of like caveman Bucky, all dominant and aggressive,” I said as I scrunched up my face at him.

            It wasn’t a sexy face at all, far from it actually; it was just natural between us.

            Bucky dropped his chin as he narrowed his eyes to look at me, to really look at me. “You sure about that, kitten?” He asked as he wedged his knee between my legs, dragging my core against his thigh.

            Damn him, he knew his thighs were my weakness.

            Well…one of my weaknesses anyway.

            I closed my eyes as I relished the feel of him, the sheer size of him against me. Bucky completely engulfed the doorway to the alcove; I could see nothing beyond Bucky. My world, right now, was Bucky.

            Bucky stilled my body, effectively stopping the rapidly building orgasm from unfurling. I whimpered as I tried to move, but he held me steady. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

            His eyes bore into mine.

            “About caveman Bucky,” I breathed, smirking as I prepared to taunt him, “or Steve in this—“

            I was cut off again, though I somehow ended up facing the mirrors again with my back to Bucky, my body pressed against his large chest.

            “Oh baby girl,” Bucky ground out in my ear, “I was gonna get you off so good on my thigh because I know how much you like that….” Bucky pulled my ass against him, dropping down so he could grind himself against my backside. “But you’ve been bad, and bad girls don’t get to come like that.”

            I sucked in a breath as he pulled me against himself again. “I—I can be good,” I promised.

            “Too late,” Bucky quipped. “What I should do is make this ass ten shades of red for purposely making me jealous,” he said through gritted teeth, though I could tell he wasn’t angry. On the contrary, Bucky was very turned on right now.

            I felt a flood of warmth at Bucky’s warning as wetness coated me. Bucky’s eyes never left mine in the mirror and I knew he sensed my arousal at his statement.

            “I think my girl might like that…am I right?”

            I nodded before catching the squint of Bucky’s eyes, then realized he wanted me to speak. “Yes, I would...Sergeant Barnes. ” I smirked when I heard him chuff out a breath.

            “Fucking perfect,” Bucky growled as he fisted my hair near the base of my skull, pulling the braid tight so I had to bare my throat to him. “But I can’t do that, because that would mean taking these sexy pants down and I’m not sharing your body with anyone.”

            Bucky held my gaze in the mirror a touch too long, making me wonder if he was implying more to his statement. He finally leaned down to lick the shell of my ear, biting the sensitive flesh just beneath my ear before releasing my hair.

            “How do I punish my princess, hmmm? I want to spank that sexy ass until you can’t sit without remembering my hands on you,” Bucky hummed in my ear as his hands roamed my body. I leaned into him as his hands grazed my sensitive nipples, whimpering at the contact.

            Bucky’s smiled at me in the mirror and I recognized the glint in his eye. My breath came in short, shallow puffs as I wondered what punishment he had just decided upon.

            He cupped first one breast then the other, massaging each one as we watched each other in the mirrors. He rolled the pebbled nipples between his thumb and forefinger, lightly squeezing them. I had the distinct feeling Bucky could make me orgasm from some wickedly skilled nipple play.

            “Remember, no one can see you, sweetheart,” Bucky said, his voice low and rough. “What’s your color, baby?”

            “Green,” I said, my voice high and tight as my body vibrated with need.

            “Good girl…my good girl,” he praised.

            Bucky pulled my shirt open so that my bra was fully exposed, and slowly unhooked the front clasp. He didn’t let go of it right away, giving me time to protest, searching my face for any signs of objection.

            He would find none.

            I writhed against him, pushing my breasts into his hands like a wanton woman. I needed to feel Bucky’s hands on me, anywhere and everywhere.

            Bucky sucked a breath between his teeth as he released my breasts, pushing the bra out of the way. “Look at my girl—“

            I nearly purred at his continued use of that phrase.

            “So fucking perfect.” Bucky ducked his head to kiss and nip the skin along my neck as he continued to squeeze my breasts, occasionally rolling my pebbled nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

            I could hear the murmur of the crowd just outside our nook, though Bucky’s huge frame blocked any visual contact. This was by far the most risqué thing I had ever done, sexually speaking. I was pretty vanilla and the whole idea of being seen or caught was exhilarating.

            Not to mention watching Bucky ravish my body through the mirrors in the dimly lit nook was probably the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my whole life.

            I clenched my thighs together tightly, desperately seeking a way to dull the ache throbbing between my legs.

            “Bucky,” I breathed his name, “please Bucky.”

            Bucky closed his eyes as he ground himself against me, impossibly hard. “God, I could listen to you say my name like that all night.”

            I whimpered again. “Please Bucky,” I pleaded.

            “Please what, baby? Hmmm, we haven’t even gotten to your punishment yet. You remember? For making me jealous,” Bucky rumbled as he gradually increased pressure on my nipples. “You do think you deserve to be punished, don’t you sweetheart?”

            I nodded. “Yes,” I breathed my agreement before gasping at the sensations Bucky was creating. “Please. I was so bad…teach me to be good, baby.” I ran my hands along Bucky’s forearms, placing my hands over both of his on my breasts.

            Bucky’s expression grew positively carnal. “Fucking, hell, Z,” he snarled, “you are killing me, baby. Feel what you do to me. Feel,” he whispered as he wrapped his left hand over mine and dragged it to his hardness, the black polo pants doing nothing to hide his erection.

            He pressed my hand against his cock, squeezing as he squeezed my hand, and pumping as he pumped my hand against himself. I felt him throb beneath my fingers and I moaned.

            “Fuck,” Bucky whispered more to himself than me.

            He schooled his features quickly, taking both of my hands and placing them on a bronzed bar inside the alcove. “Keep your hands here, kitten, understand?”

            I wrapped my fingers around the bar, eager to know what Bucky had planned.

            Bucky held my waist in his hands, briefly dropping himself down to again grind against my backside. I smirked; I do believe Bucky liked my derrière.

            I swallowed hard, beyond turned on at the sight before me in the mirror, the sensations swirling around me. My smirk evaporated when I met Bucky’s eyes in the mirror.

            His hands again found my breast, and I closed my eyes as he lavished attention on the ever-sensitive flesh. He rolled each nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, the left cooler than the right thanks to his covered metal arm. He plucked and tugged the rosy flesh until my core fluttered, leading me to wonder if I might have my first orgasm that wasn’t from my clit or my core.

            “You need to understand that I control this body, sweetheart,” Bucky hummed in my ear as he increased the pressure on my nipples. The cusp of pleasure-pain was overwhelming.

            I gasped then cried out briefly.

            “What’s you color?”

            “Green,” I replied quickly. It hurt but it felt so, so, good. I didn’t want him to stop.

            Bucky kissed my temple, humming. “Thank you sweetheart,” he commended me.

            He resumed his ministrations with my breasts, again working up to the sweet but painful pinch that caused a pulse to ignite in my clit.

            “You will not use this mouth to say things that make me jealous, correct?” Bucky growled as he pinched my nipple harshly.

            He had been gradually increasing pressure on my over stimulated skin for what felt like an eternity, and though it hurt and my nipples felt raw, I craved each squeeze, each rough pass. I was sopping, thankful for the dark breeches that hid my arousal. Surely I had soaked through the material.

            I shook my head. “I won’t do it again, Bucky. I promise I’ll be good,” I panted, screwing my eyes shut at the pleasure pain coursing through my body. My nervous system was one responsive and raw nerve at this point.

            I desperately needed to come.

            “I believe you,” Bucky purred and I shamelessly arched my back to grind myself against him. “You’ll be my good girl, won’t you?”

            I nodded. “So good, I promise.” I licked my dry lips. “Please baby, please.”

            “Please what, sugar?” Bucky asked as he soothed the abraded flesh around my nipples. “What do you need? Hmmm?”

            I nearly cried as I squeezed my thighs together. “Please, make me come Bucky. Please.”

            “Do you trust me, darlin’?” Bucky hummed, palming my breasts to further soothe the flesh.

            “Of course,” I answered immediately.

            Bucky’s response was a slow drop of his hands from my breasts to my waist as he unbuttoned my pants. He lowered the zipper, then paused. “I won’t share you, Z. Ever. No one will see you, baby,” he said as he held my gaze in the largest mirror, his eyes seeking permission to continue.

            I nodded, rolling my head back momentarily to rest against his shoulder before coming back up again. “Please Bucky, please.”

            “I do love to hear you beg for me, sweetheart,” Bucky replied, never breaking eye contact with me in the large mirror. “Watch my hand, baby. Watch me make you come.”

            My breath hitched when I looked down, watching Bucky’s large hand slide into my pants just over my panties. He rubbed across the material, pressing his fingers deftly against my core before dragging them back up again. When he reached the edge of my panties he paused with his fingertips barely beneath the elastic band.

            “What’s your color, kitten?” He breathed against my ear, making me jump.

            “It’s fucking green, Bucky…please,” I added, “please make me come.”

            “You need to learn patience, little girl,” Bucky said as he yanked me hard against his body. “You’ll come when I tell you to come.”

            I felt sweat trickle down my back. Dominant Bucky did sinful things to my insides. Every cell in my body pulsated with awareness of this man behind me.

            “From now on, when you want to come…when you need to come, you tell me, and I’ll make it happen. I control your pleasure, darlin’. Do you understand?”

            I nodded, my eyes glued to Bucky’s fingertips just ghosting the edge of my panties.

            “I need words, sweetheart.”

            “Yes. I understand,” I hazarded a glance up to the large mirror again, finding Bucky staring back into my eyes. “Sergeant Barnes.”

            I smirked as he flexed his jaw, a hint of a smirk barely breaking across his face.

            “Now…what’s your color, kitten?” Bucky asked again, purposely enunciating each word slowly and clearly. His gaze held mine, daring me to get impatient with him again.

            “Green,” I breathed out as I ground my backside against him.

            He dipped his nose to my neck, inhaling my scent briefly before speaking. “Good. Good girl,” he whispered as he brushed his tongue across my jaw before gently nipping the skin with his teeth.

            “Now, I’m going to touch this sweet pussy, and you aren’t going to come until I tell you too, right?”

            I nodded. “Yes, I’ll be good,” I promised as I met his eyes in the mirror.

            “Watch me, sweetheart. Watch my hand,” Bucky ordered.

            My eyes fell back down to see where his hand sat poised just above my underwear. I held my breath as he moved it ever so slowly lower and lower until he cupped my sex, easily feeling my wetness.

            “Oh baby,” he breathed, “you are soaked.” He dipped his fingers between my folds, though he never grazed my clit. “I should take care of my girl, huh? What do you say?”

            “Y-yes, please,” I heard myself say, though I couldn’t be sure. All my thought and concentration was focused on not coming despite the fact that Bucky was not touching my clit. My orgasm felt like an oncoming freight train, and truth be told I didn’t even know how to stop it, though I didn’t want to disappoint Bucky.

            “I think my kitten likes it when I take control, when I talk dirty to her…don’t you baby?”

            I sighed, “God, yes.”

            Bucky chuckled in my ear and I hazarded another glance at his face in the mirror.

            What I found there would be burned into my brain for eternity. I could only see Bucky’s profile; his face was turned toward me. His chuckle faded, though his smile remained and it was so genuine, so utterly perfect and honest that I knew I would return to this memory over and over again.

            I mean, for obvious reasons, of course. Bucky’s hand was literally in my pants, so undoubtedly I was gonna think about it…but also because I had the rare opportunity to see Bucky, the real Bucky, maybe for the first time since the war.

            “You’re missing the show, darlin’,” Bucky purred in my ear as his eyes darted to the mirror.

            “I don’t know about that,” I said, my own voice husky, “it looks pretty good up here too.”

            He turned my face with his left hand, forcing me to lean back a bit, holding me there as he leaned down and forward, capturing my lips in a soul-searing kiss. When we broke apart, he pressed his forehead to mine before softly uttering one command.

            “Watch.”

            With a shaky breath, I cast my eyes down again, unbelievably turned on by the sight of his hand still buried in my wetness.

            Bucky still skillfully avoided my clit, and I nearly whimpered as his fingers glided across my sex hitting every spot except that particular bundle of nerves. I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt his thick middle finger slide into my core. When he pulled it back out, then he added his ring finger, making me whimper at the sensation.

            “Fuck, doll,” Bucky ground out between clenched teeth. “Your pussy is so tight.”

            He clasped my left hand in his, dragging it behind me so that I could cup him through his pants.

            “Tell me, sweetheart, would my dick even fit inside you?”

            My knees nearly buckled at his words and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my mouth. My God, this man was trying to kill me.

            “I’d have to go slow, baby. Ease into you inch by inch, wouldn’t I.”

            I clutched his hardness in my hand as he continued painting his mental imagery.

            “Then I wouldn’t be able to move, would I? This pussy would squeeze me like a vice.”

            “You’d feel me for days by the time I finished with you, sweetheart,” he growled in my ear.

            I whimpered as I moved my hips, a vain attempt to feel Bucky’s fingers on my clit. I was so close, so close; I could physically feel the tight coiling in my abdomen.

            “You want to come, baby?” Bucky asked, his voice sweet despite the torture he was inflicting.

            “Please Bucky, please make me come.”

            “I think my girl is going to come as soon as I touch that little clit, aren’t you baby?”

            “If you let me, Sergeant Barnes.” Though I doubted I could hold it back. Bucky was right, the minute he touched me that tightly coiled spring was bound to come undone.

            “Come all over my fingers, kitten,” Bucky commanded as his thumb circled my over stimulated bundle of nerves. The second his thumb pressed into my flesh, I came, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity I’d never experienced before. I clutched Bucky’s left arm for support while my other hand held onto his hand still buried in my pants, his thumb moving in circles as he drew out my orgasm.

            Once the tremors subsided, Bucky slowly withdrew his hand from my pants. I was embarrassed by the wetness clearly evident on his digits, even in the dimly lit alcove. I was in no position to help him clean up; my brain’s post orgasmic fuzziness prevented me from moving as I leaned against Bucky for support.

            I watched as he brought his hand to his lips, licking his fingers, and my breath caught in my throat. I’d never seen anyone do such a thing. I wanted to be grossed out, but instead found myself getting even more turned on.

            “You taste even better than I imagined, sweetheart,” he said as he leaned down to adjust my underwear and close my pants before clasping my bra for me and buttoning my blouse.

            I closed my eyes, fully leaning back against him as I turned my head so that I could bury my face in his collar. I wanted to consume Bucky. The release of my orgasm did little to reduce my desire, if anything I was now ravenous for the man behind me.

            I turned around to face him once he was finished, placing my hands on his chest before sliding them up to clasp them behind his neck.

            “And when do I get a taste of you Sergeant Barnes?”

            Bucky’s cheek twitched as his trademark smirk reappeared. “Anytime you want, doll.”

            “Right now?”

            Bucky pulled me toward him, holding me against himself with left arm while his right hand roughly grasped my backside. He pulled me in and kissed me roughly, his beard abrading the skin around my mouth. Before he ended the kiss, he pulled my lower lip between his teeth, biting gently as he backed away.

            “Better?” He asked.

            I raised an eyebrow, giving him my best impression of a Nat expression. “Thank you, but…that isn’t exactly what I had in mind, Bucky.”

            He barely narrowed his eyes as he regarded me. “And what did you have in mind, kitten?”

            I stood on my tiptoes so I could kiss the exposed skin just above his collar, then I worked my way down onto his chest, scratching my nails over his covered nipples until I was flat footed again.

            “I want to taste you,” I repeated, though this time I ran my left hand along the outline of his throbbing erection.

            Bucky’s lips parted as he breathed through his mouth, his breath catching as I squeezed over a particularly sensitive area. “Here? I won’t be able to hide you…they’ll know—“

            I placed my fingers over his lips before cutting him off. “They’ll see me on my knees. That’s all.”

            Even in the dim alcove I could see his lust blown pupils darken even more.

            “They’ll never see my face, baby,” I said as I continued to stroke him through his pants. “They’ll never see what I’m doing to you with my mouth.”

            Bucky snapped his jaw shut with an audible pop, clenching it so tightly I worried for his poor teeth.

            I stood on my tiptoes again, initiating a kiss with Bucky of my own accord this time. We held each other for several seconds before he released me. I took a small step to put some space between us, just enough for me to release the hook on Bucky’s pants. I looked into his eyes before continuing.

            “You don’t have to—“

            I clicked my tongue, shushing him. “What’s your color, Sergeant?” I purred.

            A slow, seductive grin spread across his face, erasing any doubt or uncertainty. “Green.”

            With that, I licked my lips as I dropped to my knees, carefully lowering Bucky’s zipper. His cock sprang free almost immediately. Apparently, Bucky decided to go commando tonight.

            I hesitated briefly, somewhat surprised by his lack of underwear but mostly stunned by the sheer size of him. He was longer than what I would consider average, which wouldn’t necessarily be problematic on its own. Bucky’s thickness, however, was another thing altogether. He wasn’t kidding about going slow and needing to go inch by inch. Bucky was thick. So thick, in fact, that I couldn’t get my fingers on one hand around him.

            I pumped him several times as I studied his cock, committing everything to memory. I hazarded a glance up at Bucky. He was staring down at me as though he was doing the same thing.

            “Doll,” he said as he touched my cheek, “you don’t need to—“

            I kept my eyes on his as I licked his cock from base to tip. Bucky’s eyes rolled back as he sucked in a sharp breath, his left hand going to the doorway frame while his right hand gently rested against my head.

            “Fuck, Z,” Bucky hissed.

            I repeated the motion several times, lubricating him so I could take him inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head, flattening it along the underside before sucking it between my lips. Bucky’s pre-come was salty and not unpleasant. Not to mention he was making the sexiest grunting sounds I’d ever heard.

            I continued focusing my efforts on Bucky’s crown, slowly taking in more and more of him. I’d be the first to admit my oral skills were lacking, but I imagined even a seasoned pro would struggle with Bucky’s girth. I kept a steady rhythm, using my hands to pump what I couldn’t fit into my mouth, licking and sucking just the head when my jaws struggled.

            Bucky kept his thrusts in check; never pushing himself into me other than the involuntary drive from time to time.

            “Baby,” he said, his voice strained in the most erotic way, “your mouth feels so fuckin’ good…I’m not gonna last long, sweetheart.”

            Bucky threw his head back as he lightly thrust into my mouth.

            “You need to stop or I’m gonna come in that hot mouth of yours.”

            I hummed, earning a groan from Bucky as the vibrations undoubtedly traveled along his cock.

            He looked down at me only to find me looking up at him. “Where do you want me to come baby?” He asked, his eyes wild and glassy.

            I released him with an audible “pop,” then held his pulsing thickness in both hands as I answered him. “I’ll show you.”

            I opened my mouth and held his cockhead on my tongue before sucking him between my lips again and pumping his length.

            Bucky thrust forward once, his expression one of barely controlled chaos. “My girl is so fucking good to me…gonna let me come in that hot little mouth.”

            My nipples hardened, still painfully abraded at Bucky’s earlier punishment. I had a maddening urge to get myself off with Bucky, his words, soft curses, and actions were overwhelming.

            Bucky’s hips stuttered as his shallow thrusts continued. His breathing was erratic and I felt his thigh muscles tighten every time my arm would brush against him. I knew he was getting close.

            “Fuck!” Bucky said tersely, “I can’t…I’m gonna come, sweetheart—“

            I felt him coming into my mouth and again, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. I swallowed as best as I could.

            When Bucky was finished, he sighed looking down at me with such love and adoration on his face. He looked relaxed and blissed out. I could get used to post blowjob Bucky’s happiness.

            I licked him from base to tip, earning an involuntary shudder from the super soldier. I smirked in response as we maintained eye contact.

            Bucky quickly gripped my upper arm, lifting me off my knees with ease.

“Don’t tease me, little girl,” Bucky warned as he backed me farther inside the nook. “Not right now.” He dipped his head as he fisted his hand into the braid at the back on my neck, craning me so that he could drag his nose from my collarbone up to the sensitive skin behind my ear before releasing his warm breath. “My scent is all over you, baby, and it’s driving me mad.”

            I whimpered at this power play. I definitely had a kink for dominant, aggressive Bucky.

            “My God, you are fucking perfect,” he praised before crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss was forceful and insistent with no hint of tenderness. Bucky’s tongue invaded my mouth, pushing against my own before pulling away with an onslaught of nips and licks.

            We both stared at each other, warring with our bodies and minds. I wanted nothing more than to give into this moment, to enjoy Bucky as more than my teammate, and judging by the looks he was sending me he felt much the same way; we had a mission to complete, however, and we both knew the people of Wakanda and T’Challa more than deserved our help.

            “We better get out of this hideaway before—“

            Bucky continued staring at me, nodding once when I didn’t finish. “You’re right,” he said as he tucked in his shirt and zipped his pants before helping me make myself presentable as well. We were doing a bang-up job presenting ourselves as a hot couple that might be up for a little public sex. So far we’d spent most of our time in the club hidden in a mirrored nook.