The Siren (Bucky Barnes x OC)

Part 13 - A Song of Hatred

The kiss was so different to their first. It was harsh and rough where the first was soft and gentle. It was heated and angry and aggressive. It tore Maya's being apart with hate and passion and lust. The need to have Bucky as far away from her as possible and as close to her as possible simultaneously pushed against one another in a war of their own.

Bucky slid his hand into Maya's hair, gripping it tightly, causing a small moan to escape her lips as they pressed against his own. Her need for him grew with every grind of his hips. She fought him relentlessly to free her hands from his metal grip. After a slight knee close to the groin, his hold automatically loosened. Maya dragged her hands along his chest, slipping them under his suit jacket and towards his back.

Wrapping her leg around his waist, she used his weight against and flipped them over so she was straddling him. In the same movement she dragged his suit jacket from his shoulder, leaving it bundled on the floor next to them. Not once did her mouth leave his, their kisses full of teeth and tongue.

Maya drew back, her breathing already heavy. "This changes nothing between us," she stated simply, her hatred for him radiating through her. "I still hate you."

"Don't worry, doll, you still infuriate me too." Bucky gripped the back of her head as he flipped them over again. Standing up, he forced her body to follow his as he slammed her against the wall. He wrapped his hand around her throat whilst his metal one ripped the tattered dress from her body. 

Maya scrambled with his own clothing. Tearing at the buttons holding his black shirt in place. Struggling with his belt buckle which finally clanged to the floor. Pulling at his pants, not being able to remove them fast enough. She trailed her fingernails along his back leaving red marks behind as he buried his face into her neck with a moan, kissing her along her collar bone.

Trailing his mouth down towards her breasts, he caught both of her hands in his metal one, forcing them to still above her head. He watched her writhe in ecstasy as he unclasped her bra with one hand and tantalisingly scraped his teeth across her nipples. Maya's hips bucked towards his own in response, crying out as he sucked and teased them in turn.

All of her being told her to stop, to push him away, to put her ruined clothes back on and walk out of the room. They were black and white. White and black. Polar opposites, and yet like magnets, opposites attract, forced together by powers unknown. Those forces kept her there, utterly transfixed at how they could loathe and need each other so desperately at the same time.

His hands were on her hips next, dragging her underwear off her in one swift motion. Bucky ran a finger along the inside of her leg as he claimed her mouth as his own. Maya's hands entangled themselves within his hair, begging him to touch her more. Almost as if sensing this, he slipped one finger into her. Maya moaned in response against his lips, her breathing increasing in speed.

After a moment, Bucky withdrew his hand from between her legs. She glared at him in protest, almost begging him not to stop. A smirk rose to meet her glare, infuriating her more. Maya cupped her hand around the hard length of him, backing him up quite literally by the balls to the opposite wall, slamming him into with her free hand. Kneeling down, she pulled his boxers with her, freeing his full length.

It took all of her will power to compose her expression of shock at how large he was. To Bucky's great amusement, she failed. Anger rippled through her body causing her to retaliate by wrapping her lips around his head and ever so slowly taking every single inch of him into her mouth. Bucky groaned as she did so, grabbing a fistful of her hair with his metal hand.

"Fuck," he moaned as he thrust his hips forward rhythmically, holding her head in place. "Screw this," he murmured, evidently wanting more than a blow job. With the grip he still had on Maya's hair he forced her to her feet and roughly placed her hands against the wall. He ran his hand along her back as she bent over, once again grabbing a fistful of hair.