Project 1940S

Chapter 24

I hummed, kissing Bucky deeply, my back pressed to his desk. The door was wide open, but the college was close to empty anyways. My heart always pounded when he did this, but the thrill of almost being caught told me that I had a slight exhibitionist kink. Or at least, I think that's what it was. 

"You two really are something." Steves' voice floated into the classroom, sounding amused. Bucky gripped my throat so I couldn't break away, but I heard the door click as it closed and Bucky groaned against my lips. 

"Steve." Bucky moaned. "Why'd you close the door?" 

"Because I, unlike you two, would like to keep this job." Steve said, amused. But he still started to kiss down your neck, sucking hickies into your skin. "Mm, so beautiful." 

"Ng." was the only sound that managed to leave my throat as I let them work their magic on me. Bucky and Steve consistently alternating between my lips and my neck, down to my collarbone.

"How about chicken wings tonight?" Steve mindlessly asked Bucky, before sucking hard at the spot behind my earlobe. 

"That sounds good. Our doll likes spicy food too." Bucky said, his fingers rubbing circles on the inside of my thigh, though not going anywhere near my sacred areas, being extremely respectful despite his teasing. 

"Do you think she'd let us pour blue cheese on her stomach and let us dip our chicken wings to eat off her?" 

"Fuck." I mewled, clenching hard, feeling extremely desperate. They enjoyed getting me into this mood, so I would beg them to use the vibrator on me at night. They got sick pleasure from controlling my pleasure without even touching me. 

Not that I liked it or anything. 

At all. 

Ahem. 

. . . 

"You better watch that naughty mouth." Steve whispered, kissing my cheek and then my lips. "Or someone is going to have to do something about it." 

I whimpered and was relieved when there was a knock at the door. Bucky groaned, before pulling away from me, Steve following suit, walking towards the door. I quickly stood up, smoothing my dress down and fixing my hair around my neck. 

Steve opened the door, before taking a defensive stance, Donavan and Brock behind the door. "What do you two want?" 

"We're looking for Elizabeth." Donavan said politely. "Clementine is waiting for us, we're going to go to the movies and dinner tonight." 

"Fat chance." Bucky spoke up from nearby. 

"Clementine is waiting, Elizabeth." Brock said, speaking directly to me. He had the slightest of smirks on his face, because he already knew what I was going to do. 

"Yeah, sure, I'll come." I said lightly, though I wanted to scream. What the hell was Clem playing at? This was not how I wanted to spend my afternoon! 

Bucky's jaw clenched, glaring at Brock, who smirked darkly back at him. Donavan on the other hand was oblivious, so I wasn't sure that he knew their identities. I hated Brock though, and I hated how vulnerable he was making me feel, not only with my own self, but also with the secret of my boyfriends. 

"Miss Silvertongue-" Steve started worriedly, but Brock interrupted. 

"Don't pretend Captain. We all know you're fucking her." 

Donavan frowned just slightly while Steve and Bucky bristled. The hairs on my arms stood on end. 

"Not that it is any of your business, but we're not 'fucking' as you so eloquently put it." I snarled. I should've known better than to rise to the bait, but I couldn't help it.