(A/N: Let's act like Frank Castle ISN'T a killer)
Doves POV:
I woke up on Bucky's chest. He held me close to himself. I draw little shapes on his chest with my finger. Maybe I did have a little crush on him? Who didn't?
"You enjoying laying on me?" He mumbles
"You're such a light sleeper"
"Not normally"
"Um, Bucky?"
"Yeah, Angel?"
"I have an art competition today"
"Art competition?"
"We all paint the thing they tell us and then whoever did it the best wins"
"That's really cool"
"Can you come?"
"What time does it start?"
"4:30"
"Oh yeah, that's perfect"
"Really? You can make it?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world"
He turns and lays on his stomach. His bareback was so sexy. I rest my head on him and I hear his deep chuckle. "You have a thing for back muscles, don't you, Angel?
I don't answer and I gently scratch my arm.
"You should straddle my back and make yourself cum"
I raise my brows. "What?"
"Take off your panties, get on my back, and rock your hips back and forth until you finish"
"Why would I do that?"
"Because you're horny"
"How do you know that"
"Unless you peed yourself, you're pretty wet"
"How would you know?"
"You keep putting my hand between your legs while we sleep. I felt it"
I stare at him and scratch my leg in pure embarrassment.
"Baby, I want you to use me for your pleasure"
"I-I can't do that"
"You have the choice. You always have the choice"
"I don't know"
"That's ok"
Him being so willing to let me do it or not made me want it so much more.
"If I do it, swear to never bring it up again"
"Swear"
"And keep your eyes closed and don't say anything"
"Yea ma'am"
I pull off my panties and fold them neatly on the bed. I take a deep breath before I get on his back. I rock my hips.
"Stop hovering and sit down"
"I'm too heavy"
"Sit"
I rest my weight on him and stop for a second, waiting to make sure he was ok.
"Are you alright?" I whisper
"Keep going, baby"
I squeeze my eyes shut and rub myself back and forth. It felt surprisingly good. His back was warm and the humming he did made it feel 10x better.
YOU ARE READING
My Little Dove
RomantikDove. A shy 24-year-old college student studying to become a full-time artist and working at a bookstore and coffee shop to just barely get ends meet. Her friends Yelena and Monica, always by her side no matter what. The reserved woman rather keep s...