THE LEFTOVERS

37. Cooking In The Kitchen

You nodded desperately.

"Please," you whimpered, short of sane words.

Bucky lifted up the back of your skirt, slightly moving down your panties. His front, pressing against your back. It was no question about the state of Bucky's length. He was ready. Very ready. Just feeling you up against him made him twitch more. You were his lucky charm. His golden goose. This felt like a fantasy, a dream.

"Say it, say what you want," Bucky whispered, his hands working his magic.

"I want you inside of me," You moaned, just waiting for him to fill you up.

Bucky smirked, it was the right answer.

"Say it again, what do you want," He repeated, he wanted you to say it directly, with no filters.

"I want to feel you're cock inside of me," You moaned, out of control.

Bucky smiled by your words. It sounded so good coming from your plum lips. He spread your legs out a bit more. You looked gorgeous from here. He let his hands out, placing them on your hips. He let his length out, gently teasing you touching it by your entrance. Your body moving by any little movement of his.

"Can you promise me you'll be quiet? We don't want anyone to hea-"Bucky wanted to make you clear of the risks. You nodded desperately, as you felt Bucky's length entering from behind. You shut your lips trying to not make a noise, as you felt your butterfly go wild.

Bucky began thrusting, feeling how your tight walls hugged him. God you felt so good around him. The amount of rush that you made him feel was indescribable. Your hips were slamming against the kitchen counter, as Bucky got deeper and deeper, before he closed the gap, between you and the counter. You amazed him. You were still making sounds, moans, but you worked so hard to keep quiet for him.

"Ah, ya, yesss, yes, like that," You moaned trying to keep your mouth shut.

"You like it, us fucking in the kitchen," Bucky whispered against your ears.

"Yes, it feels so good," you whispered desperately.

"You like it from behind?" he whispered kissing your neck.

You nodded, enjoying his every touch.

"You are naughty, Y/n," He whispered pleased. You had opened a new door for him, literally.

Bucky began to go faster. You took him in to your warmth so nicely. You hisked for air, the faster he went, and just as deep. You closed your eyes. Bucky could only imagine the fantasies that lived underneath those black curtains. He couldn't stop himself from teasing you. He looked down at the food, and the already boiling pot.

"Are you going to be naughty, and not finish your food?" Bucky whispered, teasingly.

He watched as you tried to gather yourself. Bucky had a point, you were in the middle of your food. If you just finished a couple more steps the soup, only needed to linger. You took a deep breath, and put the rest of the vegetables back in the pot. Bucky smiled at your work, but didn't stop thrusting, causing you to work way slower than normal.

"Ah, good girl," he whispered against your skin, watching you.

You tried to open the drawer beside you, but in the heat of the moment you felt him hit a new spot of arousal as you leaned your upper body on the counter. Ah, how good you looked struggling for him. He didn't slow down, he kept it the same tempo, he wanted to see you work for it.

"C'mon, you can take it..." Bucky whispered, watching as you tried to turn your face around to face the drawer you had opened. You breathed heavily as you got the presser out. He could see how much you struggled, as you closed the drawer. Bucky had moved the knife awhile ago, so you were safe where your upper body were laying down for him.

"What next do you need to do?" Bucky whispered as you were finally able to move your upper body back close to him.

"It needs to simmer for five minutes, before I press it," You moaned.

Bucky smiled by those words. It sounded perfect. He knew exactly what you could do the next five minutes. He grabbed your hand, turning you around. He smiled as he saw your beautifully sweaty face. He wanted to see your gymnastic skills for himself.  He lifted up your leg, resting it against his chest. Wow, what a sight.

"Your working so hard," he whispered, lifting up your skirt, before he positioned himself inside of you again. Working you in and out, causing you to give out a louder moan. You felt even tighter then before in this position. You hid your face in his chest, trying to block the sound. He felt so much bigger all of a sudden, you struggled to keep yourself contained.   You nodded to his words, they were like words of confirmation. You had already come twice, but Bucky made you go round after round. You had never experienced anything like it. The alarm went on, it had been five minutes. You immediately turned it off, and looked behind you to grab the stamper.

Bucky lifted you up on the counter, not caring that your bare bum was on the chopping board. You looked at Bucky as he wrapped your legs around his hips. He was not ready to let you go. He closed the gap between the two of you. He kissed your lips softly, lifted up your skirt, as he positioned himself, thrusting in and out. He could never get enough of you, and you could never get enough of him. He watched as he saw you fade into their pleasures. He looked down at your hands, as he noticed your hand formed as fist  around the stamper. He smirked slightly.

"Darling, don't forget the work," He whispered alluding to the presser.

You followed his eyes, to understand what he meant.

"Ah, it can ahhh, wait," You moaned.

Bucky smirked as he brushed some of your hair stairs away.

"C'mon, be a doll now," He whispered against your lips.

He watched you as you lifted up the presser, and began to stamp the vegetables. He kept thrusting, and he adored how every time he hit a new spot, your hand would stamp even harder in reaction of his touch. You were such a trooper for him. His lips fell into yours, to stop your loud moans. He was so close to coming, how he wish he could go on for ages, here in the kitchen with you.

"Your so good to me James," You moaned against his lips.

That was it, hearing you moan his name, was enough to make him cum. He felt himself release by your words, as he came inside you. Your hand wrapped it self around his neck, as he still thrusted softer in and out. He found comfort between your legs. He watched as you placed one hand on his chest, gently pushing him away. He looked at you a bit confused.

"Can you look over the soup?" You whispered looking up at him.

Bucky was intrigued and nodded, as you gave him a wisp. You smiled weakly up to him, before he felt your hands on his length. A butterfly of emotions ran through his body by your direct touch.

"Good, I want a taste of what I've been cooking," You whispered as you slowly went down on your knees. Bucky looked up at the roof. For gods sake, he did not deserve you. He felt how your lips embraced him. You moved your head so gracefully into him, taking more and more of his length. Fuck, he couldn't help himself but to cum even more by the look of you. You took it all in, even when drips of him overflowed your tiny mouth, you made sure to lick it from your lips.  Bucky had forgotten all about the soup, his eyes were plastered on you. You licked him clean and fresh. He placed a finger on your chin, as he pushed you up. He looked at your precious sweaty face.

"Guess we broke the rule about no sex in the house" He whispered.

You tilted your head, smiling.

"Guess we did," You whispered with a lure smile, turning around to face the soup.

Bucky wrapped his hands around your waist, and hugged you close.

What a lucky man he was.