"Stop it, you two. Bucky and I are friends. Don't even go there." I shook my head at them.
"Oh, come on Max! You know you have a thing for him!" The blonde teased.
"Had. I had a thing for him. Past tense. And that was, like, my sophomore year of h...
Warning: we got smut right out of the gate in this one folks! I told you we were picking up EXACTLY where we left off. We got a daddy!kink in here so be prepared!!
Also talks about major insecurity issues.
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"I owe you an orgasm."
He said it so simply. So matter of fact. As if he were stating that the sky was blue or that two plus two equals four. Hell, with his tone of voice and confidence he could say two plus two equals nine and I wouldn't question it.
I couldn't say anything, so I just nodded. Looking at him as butterfly wings beat against my stomach.
He started walking around my bed and put his knees on my mattress. The sight of this 6'2, muscle wall of a man on his knees in front of me is enough to make me feral before he even touches me.
He leaned forward and started pressing soft kisses against my skin. Starting at my ankle and taking his time working his way up my calf and up my thigh. Placing gentle kisses on my skin and nipping at my thighs, he never broke eye contact with me. Watching my skin turn pink and my chest go up and down while I tried to breathe calmly through the anticipation he was building.
He kissed my thigh one last time before crawling up my body so that we were face to face. He kissed up my neck as he placed on hand on my waist and the other on my cheek just as he pressed his lips to mine. Within an instant, he flipped us over so that I was straddling his waist with one leg on each side and my body pressed against his. He leaned forward, sitting us both as both of his hands found my hips.
"Strip." His voice was low and raspy and made my legs feel weak.
"What?" I asked, my brain having trouble keeping up with him at the moment.
"I said 'strip'. You said earlier that if I let you get ready you'd give me a show. I let you get ready. Now, be a good girl and give me a show." He said with a wicked grin and nothing but list in his eyes.
My mouth dropped at his words.
"You've never had someone talk to you like this, have you?" He asked, suddenly sounding hesitant. Voice full of concern at the thought that he may have crossed a line.
"N-no I haven't." He was able to go from sexy and confident to cute and concerned in a matter of two seconds, I'll be surprised if I don't get whiplash from it.
"Are you okay with it?"
All I could do is nod, genuinely surprised by how gentle and caring he's being.
"Rory, I really need you to use your words for this. As cute as the little nod was, I'm not doing anything else until I have your verbal consent."
I swallowed the cotton in my mouth and said one simple word that sent him into a frenzy.
