Bucky in Brooklyn

4 - Brooklyn.

He has that deer in headlights look again. Poor little munchkin. "Truth. No! Dare." I raise a brow, I'm pretty sure this is his first time ever playing. "Are you sure?" He thinks for a second. "Yeah, I'm sure." I smile. "I dare you to flick Sam on his head, with your metal hand, if you will." His face twists with amusement as he stands and walks to the other end of the couch. "Now, wait a minute - ouch!" Sam wails in pain, I'm pretty sure that would have hurt like a bitch.

"Steve, truth or dare?" He's playing it safe going with Steve, but he gets him to admit that he actually lost his virginity way back when to one of his dancing gals. The game continues, and eventually, Nat calls my name. "Dare." I say, mixing things up a bit, I sit up, finally, sick of lying on the floor. Unfortunately, Nat notices this. "I dare you to sit on Steve's knee." I get up and turn around to see a terrified looking Steve and an unamused Bucky.

I down the rest of my drink and grab another before gracefully sweeping my dress to the side and sitting on the edge of Steve's knee and throw my arms out in a ta-da motion. Tony looks slightly relieved at my choice in placement. "Sam, truth or dare?" Sam eyes my carefully. "Truth." I sip my drink through a straw. "Excluding your own, you have to suck one dick in this room, whose is it?" His head falls to the back of the couch as if to say "why me?" But I answer for him. "It's Steves, right?" He closes his eyes and huffs. "Yes, it's Steves."

I look at a mortified Steve and use my head to gesture at Sam. It's only then that I catch Bucky out of the corner of my eye, glaring at Steve, his jaw ticking. Interesting. The game carries on, and then out of nowhere, Sam shoves me backwards, and I let out a shriek as I fall into Bucky's lap. I sit up slightly and yell, "hey!" But the asshole just sits there cackling like a fucking witch. Wait, this is actually pretty comfortable. "Is there a pillow anywhere?" I ask the room and Wanda tosses one over to me.

I put it behind my back and get comfortable on Bucky's lap, but keep my legs draped over Steve's. "Comfortable?" Bucky asks with a slight smirk, "actually, yes." I can see Tony watching me out of the corner of my eye but he says nothing. The game comes to a natural end, and gradually, people start going to bed. And as I make a move to go, Bucky holds me in place. "Not yet, doll." He says in the ear, and I'm too stunned to move. Sam, the last one beside us, gets up and says goodnight with a knowing look and then leaves us.

As soon as he disappears up the stairs, Bucky speaks. "You know, I've been wondering something all night." He says, looking me up and down. "What's that?" I ask, and then I feel his fingertips on my bare thigh. "If you're wearing anything underneath this dress." His fingertips sliding their way up the slit in my dress, all the way to my hip. He turns and looks me in the eyes, waiting for me to tell him to stop, but I don't. I'm not sure what is going on between me and Bucky, but I kind of want to see what happens.

His fingers work their way further under my dress, heading for dangerous territory. I can see it in his eyes, he's daring me to stop this, but I'm no quitter. He reaches my pussy, his expert fingers finding my clit, not the side of my clit, the real thing, and he begins to move his fingers in slow sensual circles. "Huh. Look at that. You aren't." My breath catches as he increases the pressure. "There's something else I've been wondering, too." My breathing is getting heavier, but I manage to breathe out."What?"

He looks me dead in the eyes. "What you taste like." As the words leave his mouth, his hand slips lower, and a finger slides inside me, making me gasp. "Mmm, so warm and tight." He practically hums, but all too soon, his hand is gone, and he's stood up and dumped me on the couch. I go to protest, but when I look up at him, he has a finger in his mouth, the finger that was just inside me. He hums as he sucks it and releases it with a pop. "And now I know, thanks, doll." He winks and leaves me dumbfounded on the couch. Son of a bitch.

After a minute of realising what just happened, I storm up upstairs and walk into my room, slamming the door behind me, knowing he'll hear it. I remove my dress and make up, braid my hair, and lie on my bed, completely naked while plotting my revenge. Bucky has no idea who he's playing with. And mark my words, revenge will be sweet.

It's been a few days since the party, and despite Buckys best efforts, I have avoided him like the plague. That is until today. "Buck, Tony says you have to take me to my appointment." He frowns for a moment, his brain clearly computing, and then eureka! His face drops. "Fine." He grunts, and we make our way to the parking garage. I use the journey time to respond to emails, and Bucky is pretty much silent until we arrive. "Do they have women?" He asks, and I turn to look at him. "Excuse me?"

He looks away from me. "Do they have women that, you know, do the massages?" I purse my lips to hide my smile. "Yeah, would you like me to book you an appointment?" For a second, he looks terrified. "No! No, thank you. I was just curious." I bet you were buddy boy. We silently head inside and up in the elevator. When we arrive at the room, I deliberately step behind the changing screen to undress and cover myself with a towel.

Once I'm in position lying face down on the table, I move the towel lower, keeping just my ass covered, as I usually would. However, this time, Bucky is openly checking me out. "See something you like, Buck?" I tease, but he doesn't shy away from me. "Hell yeah, I do." I chuckle, and Frankie comes in the room. "Miss De Marco! It's great to see you again. Have you had any pain anywhere?"

I lift up and feign a wince. "Yes, actually, I was in a car accident last week, and the bottom of my back and the top of my thighs have been really tender." Frankie gasps. "Oh Miss, I'm sorry to hear that! We'll sort you out, not a problem." And true to his word, Frankie gets to work. I start small, letting out little gasps and hums here and there, Bucky takes notice of every single one. Despite usually trying to block it out. He's also watching every single move Frankies hands make, following them all over my body.

When Frankie starts working on my lower back, he asks if that's where the pain is. "Lower." I state and lower Frankie goes. In fact, I direct him so much lower that he asks if it's OK to lower the towel. Of course, I give him my permission. Now half my ass is on show, and Frankies fingers are as low down on my back as they can go. "Oh yes! That's it, right there!" I practically moan. And now, for my little dig at the soldier in the room. "Oh fuck. Like that, James!"

"That's it. Get out." Comes a rumble in the corner, and I have to hide my smile in the cushion. "Excuse me?" Frankie asks, not having a clue what just happened. "Leave." Frankie stutters for a second, but says, "call me back when you're ready, Miss De Marco." And the door open and shuts. I whip my head around to Bucky, who is looking at me half full of rage, half full of lust. "What did you do that for?" I ask, pretending that I'm irritated. "Really? You're gonna lie there and pretend you're all innocent?" He says, walking towards me.

"I don't know what you're - oww!" I shriek as he slaps my ass, hard enough to no doubt leave a hand print. "This stays here." He says, covering my ass completely with the towel. "His hands don't go any lower than this line." I feel the side of his hand moving back and forth along the edge of the towel. "And you," he continues, crouching down to look me in the eye with his fierce blues. "Stop it. I know exactly what you're doing." I smile back at him, "is it working?" He pokes his tongue out, wetting his bottom lip. "Yes."

He stands back up and heads back to his corner. "Jealousy looks good on you, Buck." I wink before summoning Frankie back to continue, and Bucky goes back to watching his every move. I really don't understand the man. He basically ignores my existence and complains about me for 10 months, then one day sees me shoot a few guys, and suddenly he's interested in getting to know me. I know this newfound fascination he has with me will most likely be short-lived, so I figure I may as well have fun with it while I can. And that's exactly what I do.