Bucky in Brooklyn

9 - Bucky.

I internally sigh as I head to my room to get dressed, again. Tony is throwing another party. Is it really necessary to throw this many parties? Usually it wouldn't bother me, I'd stay in my room or stand with Steve for a half hour and leave. But of course, I had to like the girl who likes to party. Clearly, she's her fathers daughter in some regard. And yes, I've come to the conclusion that I like Brooklyn. No big deal. I like Steve. Doesn't mean I want to marry him, buy a house with a white picket fence, and raise a family of cats. Nuh-huh.

I'm torn, I feel like I'm always torn. I want to stay in my room, watch movies, listen to music, browse the Internet, maybe even organise my new wardrobe. But I also want to hang out with Brooklyn. But if I want to hang out with Brook, I have to hang out with every other fucker that lives here. I mean, they aren't that bad, except Sam. Possibly Tony. But I'm not exactly social. Sam actually once called me "socially handicapped". Maybe I am. I just don't know how to be myself. Who really is Bucky?

I don't know. I go to open my door and hear a noise across the hall, which makes me stop in my tracks. I stop and wait. Yeah, no. That's definitely moaning. Specifically, Brooklyn moaning. Hold up. She's moaning, but I'm out here, in the hall. I'm in the hall, and she's in there- she does it again. A slow, drawn-out groan of pleasure. Son of a bitch. I march across the hall and burst through the thankfully unlocked door. Does she ever lock her fucking door?! "Ahhhh!" She screeches and pulls up her sheet, a strange buzzing sound coming from underneath.

"Bucky?! What the hell?!" She demands, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. I look around the room, realising that she's totally alone. But what the fuck is that noise? "What's that?" I ask, pointing at the sheet. "Nothing! Get out!" Well, it's definitely something. I walk over and rip the sheet away, making her screech again. She's wearing a loose fitted tank and nothing else. She grabs ahold of the source of the noise that is vibrating against her clit and presses some buttons shutting it off. And then she pulls it out of her. Yes, out of her.

It looks like a big pink cock with something else attached to it that- "Is that, is that bunny ears?" She slaps her hand to her face and drags it down. "It's called a rabbit. It's a sex toy." A toy? "What the hell are you doing with that?" She sighs. "Well, you put it inside and the little ears vibrate against your clit and-"
"No. I mean, what are you doing with that when I'm right across the damn hall?" I mean, seriously? It's not just other guys you have to compete with any more, it's fucking toys too?! She raises her brow. "You weren't across the damn hall when I started."

"You came looking for me first?" So god help her if she didn't. She nods, luckily. "I did. I've had a stressful day, and I just wanted to get off." I can't really argue with that. Especially since she sought me out first. I walk over to the chair in the corner, angling it towards the bed and taking a seat. "Well, don't stop on my account." Her eyes twinkle with mischief. She spreads her legs wide, her pussy still glistening with her own desire as she inserts the toy back into herself with ease until the little bunny ears are back in place against her clit.

She presses a button and moan, her hips grinding forward slightly as a jolt of pleasure runs through her. "Does that feel good, doll?" I ask, my eyes flicking between her pussy and her face. "Yes." She breathes as she presses the button again, the buzzing getting more intense. She begins moving the toy, so it's thrusting in and out of her. I can feel the pre-cum leaking from my already painfully hard cock. I palm it through my pants, trying to get some kind of relief. I don't. My dick has a mind of its own. If it could, it would no doubt drag me over there.

"Does it feel as good as me, doll?" I don't know why I asked that. If the answer is yes, I'm going to be pissed. "No, Jamie. Not as good as you." She pants. Jamie? Huh. I kinda like it coming from her mouth. She presses the button again and now it's sounding like it did when I came in the room, the moan that escapes her let's me know this is exactly where she was. I can't hold back any longer and pull out my aching dick, pumping it in my hand as I watch. That is until I'm up and moving. Shit, it actually is dragging me over.

I sit on the bed beside her, still fucking my own hand and take in the sight before me. I can see the wetness around the inside of her thighs, the way her hips are subtly rotating down on the toy and how her nipples are visible through the fabric. It seems like a lot of effort for her to go to for an orgasm. Especially when I'm right here. I decide I've had enough of the show. I move to kneel between her legs, dragging my pants down lower and signalling to her to get rid of the toy with my eyes.

Her mouth is open slightly, and her eyes are hooded with desire. She presses a button, powering down the toy before removing it and tossing it to the side. We both know that thing can't make her moan like I can. I waste no time in pushing inside her hot, tight cunt. The toy only having made it easier than usual for me. She gasps, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I start to move inside her, rutting into her and pinching her protruding nipple through the fabric of her tank making her pussy tighten around me. Mmm, like that, do yah, doll?

I pull down her tank, exposing her left breast to me. The noises that leave this woman when I lick and suck her nipple into my mouth would have made 40s Bucky cream his pants. Today Bucky can barely handle it. I gently bite down, and it tips her over the edge, her walls tightening around my cock whilst covering it with her warm, wet cum. "Holy fucking shit, doll. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." She groans and says, "please, James. Cum in my mouth." Immediately, cumming in her mouth becomes my greatest priority in the world.

My balls tighten, and just as I'm about to explode, I pull out, awkwardly shifting up her body as she manoeuvres to wrap her lips around my tip, and I let go. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through my entire body, deep groans leaving my lips as I pump my hips forward. I put a hand on the bed to steady myself as pour cum into her mouth. "Fuck yes, doll. Swallow it all for me." She does, and when I've finally finished, I fall backwards onto the bed, fully sated. A few seconds later, Brooklyn collapses on top of me.

I lazily wrap my arms around her and place my lips on the top of her head. "Next time, text me. Or call me." She breathes a laugh. "Yeah? You gonna come running?" She lifts her head and rests her chin on her palms on my chest. "Damn straight." She giggles at me, biting down on her bottom lip as she smiles. "What about if you're working?"
"Break time."
"Driving?"
"Well, normally I'm driving you places."
"On a mission?"
"I'll wrap it up. Steal the jet if I have to."

She laughs again, dropping a quick kiss to my chest before rolling off me. I'm not sure why that's funny, I'd run barefoot from Antarctica if I had to. She heads to her wardrobe, her tank now dropping low enough to just cover her ass. Shame. She starts flicking through dresses, seeming undecided. "No special dress tonight, doll?" I ask. It's unlike her not to be prepared. "Not tonight. I've been too busy with work." Hm. I have noticed she's been locked away in her room a lot the last couple of weeks.

"What's happening with work?" I ask, tucking my finally satisfied dick back in my pants and rolling onto my side to face her. She sighs. "September's only a couple of weeks away, which is the month of the Summer-Spring fashion shows. Which means I need to be in the city, then London, Milan, and Paris." I frown, but wait for her to continue. "Everything is ready. The collections are done. The models are booked and rehearsing. I've still got some problems with the staging to sort out with the design team and techs, but Tony is refusing to let me go."

"Well, it could be dangerous, doll." She sighs and turns to look at me, her eyes filled to the brim with tears. "I just want to make my mom proud, Buck. This is my first event by myself. She'd planned February's so far in advance I barely had to lift a finger. I've spent so much time here, hiding away from the world that I'm going to fail her!" She hides her face in hands and sobs, her whole body shaking as she cries. Shit. I've never dealt with a crying woman before. I get up from the bed and wrap my arms around her, shushing her gently.

"Don't cry, doll. So what if you needed some time out? You're not failing anybody." She hides her face in my t-shirt but doesn't stop crying. Fuck. I need to fix this. Even as the Winter Soldier, I never felt as powerless as I do right now. "Doll, look at me." I put my finger under her chin and lift her face to look at me, all tear stained and lost. "Whatever it is, we can fix it, OK?" She sniffles and wipes her eyes. "Shit. I'm sorry, Buck. I didn't mean to unload on you like that." She says and quickly turns her back, like she's embarrassed. I can't stand to see her like this. I've got to fix it.