Saving Bucky (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

*Chapter 41 - Needs*

"You're gonna breathe for me, princess," James growls, a low hum in his chest as his body swathes your own, covering you completely, his weight pressing you firmly down into the bed. "If you stop breathing, nice and slow, I stop. Understand?"

"Yes," you exhale as he drags his teeth lightly down the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your body. 

You earn a hum of approval as James' metal fingers tighten their grip around both your wrists, still pinned above your head. Pressing warm, teasing kisses down your neck his other hand slips beneath your t-shirt, sliding up the warm plane of your stomach, palming your breast above your lace bralette as you gasp and arch into his touch.

"Want it," you keen. "Please."

"I know doll," James whispers in your ear. "I want it too."

"Then take me," you urge, thrusting your hips up into his. "Stop teasing."

James lets out a low chuckle, smirking as he tweaks a hardened nipple between his fingers. You whine and toss your head back as James latches onto your neck, biting down and sucking as his whispers tickle the skin likely to bruise in the morning.

"No, princess," James says, keeping fast hold of your hands as you strain against his grip. "I'm taking my time with you. Nice and slow. Are you breathing for me, beautiful?"

You open your mouth to answer, but only manage a gasp as James' hand releases your hardened nipple and wanders down your body, slipping beneath the waistband of your jeans and panties, immediately finding that little bundle of sensitive nerves. James growls, his fingers beginning their ministrations as your hips twitch. You strain again against his grip and let out a small whine. Immediately he tenses and his eyes cut to yours, his brow creased.

"Let me go," you plead. "I n-need to touch you."

James glances hesitantly towards his metal hand before looking back at you, his pupils blown wide. 

"Please," you beg. "Let me touch you, James."

His grips slackens, and you pull both hands free, reaching for James and burying them in his hair, pulling him to you in a passionate, desperate kiss. Moaning into his lips, you tug at his shirt. 

"Off," you mumble between messy, needy kisses. 

"Yes ma'am," he says with a smirk, sliding his hand from between your thighs and throwing himself back onto his haunches. The golden glow of the setting sun streams in through the window behind him, creating a perfect silhouette as he pulls his shirt over his head in one swift motion and tosses it aside, revealing perfect, sculpted pecs - the cut of his abs traveling down to his hips. 

You swallow, breath catching as you take a moment to reach out and just touch, letting your fingers trace the lines of his body as he straddles you, erection nestled squarely between your thighs, still trapped within the tight confines of his jeans. James tosses his head back and lets out a moan, reaching down and grabbing the thickest part of your thighs with both hands as he gently rolls his hips, letting out a deep, carnal growl. He squeezes tighter, and you moan knowing there'll be bruises there in the morning as your fingers continue to dance lightly over his stomach and down to the front of his jeans, the tips of your fingers brushing over his erection. 

"Oh fuck," James exhales, thrusting into your hand as you pull open the button of his black jeans and pull down the zipper. 

But suddenly your hand is caught in a firm grip and pinned up by your face as James lowers his body over yours, hovering above you as he grinds his clothed cock against the warmth of your pussy.

"Not yet," he mumbles against your lips, placing light kisses on the corners of your mouth as he reaches for the hem of your shirt. "Your turn."

You nod, and James pulls your shirt over your head, followed by your bralette leaving your chest completely bare in the golden rays of the setting evening sun. "Fuck princess," he says, burying his face in your neck as both hands grab your breasts, his hips rolling into yours. "You're so beautiful."