Winter's Weakness

Playtime

I laid on the bed, waiting as I heard his footsteps coming towards the bedroom. The deep red lingerie set I was wearing stood out against the black sheets.

The door opened, his eyes roaming over me before he closed it behind him. When Steve didn't join I felt a slight sense of disappointment. The way that Bucky was looking at me soon chased that feeling away.

"So you want to play today doll?" Bucky asked as he rounded the side of the bed.

I nodded my head, but it wasn't enough for him. "Use your words doll, you know how this works." He pulled his t-shirt off, the daylight filtering through casting an almost heavenly light against his chest. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the sight of him.

He raised his eyebrow at me when I didn't reply, lost in the beauty of the man stood before me. "Doll, words. Now."

"Yes Sergeant Barnes, I want to play." I finally gave him the answer he was waiting for. He kicked his boots off, unbuttoning his jeans but not taking them off. He stalked over to me, kneeling on the edge of the bed. He gently pushed on my shoulder, making me fall back against the pillows behind me.

As my head hit the pillows he climbed on top of me, settling between my legs. "Call me Sergeant again."

I threaded my fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp in the way I knew that he liked. His eyes fluttered shut as I moved my lips next to his ear. "Fuck me Sergeant Barnes." I nipped at his ear, his arm snapping up to my throat. The pressure he put on the sides of my throat as he squeezed was perfect. Enough to send a wave of desire through me, my cunt pulsing at the gesture.

His flesh hand slid down my body, slipping into my now soaking wet panties. He began licking and sucking at my neck, marking me as his fingers circled my bundle of nerves. The pressure began to build in my stomach before a wave of tingles swept across my body. The pleasure he can give is like no other.

My back arched as he gathered my juices on his fingers. "Fuck doll, this for me or for Steve?" He questioned, teasing my entrance with his fingers.

"Both," I admitted, not caring how much of a slut that made me feel. I wouldn't lie to Bucky, I couldn't. He smiled at my admission, no sign of jealousy in his eyes.

"Did you imagine his cock here?" He slid a finger inside me.

I shook my head. "No, that belongs to you Bucky." His grip on my throat tightened. "Sergeant!" I squeaked out. "It belongs to you Sergeant Barnes." I corrected my mistake, almost sighing in relief as he released his grip on my throat slightly.

"Too right it belongs to me. No one can make you cum like I can."

I shook my head agreeing with him. There was nothing or no one that could make me feel the things he could. He slipped another finger inside me, curling them to hit the spot that blurs my vision. "Fuck!" I screamed out as his metal hand ripped the red lace from my chest. My breasts broke free, my nipples pebbling against the cool air. He latched onto one, swirling his tongue around the bud as he fucked me with his fingers.

He brought me closer and closer to the edge, alternating between each nipple as he continusly bruised me with his fingers. "Fuck Sergeant, I'm gonna cum!" I screamed out, not caring if the whole of Brooklyn heard me. The second I did he stopped everything he was doing, leaving me on the presipise but never letting me fall off the edge.

"I'm not done with you yet doll." Was his only explanation as he ripped my panties off in one swift movement. He pulled his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. The tip glistened with his arousal, my tongue automatically sweeping across my lips as I look down at it.