The Fall - Book 2

213. ‍ ‍Scrabble!

MAY 30, 2020  — WAKANDA — RÉA

The team, Caroline, Adam, Laura, the Barton children, Sarah, AJ, Cass, Happy, Hope, Cassie, Pepper, Morgan, and I arrive in Wakanda at four in the afternoon. We're warmly greeted by T'Challa, Shuri, and Queen Mother Ramonda, along with Ayo and Okoye; we are shown to our rooms, and left to refresh before the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner this evening.

I'm finishing up my unpacking, hanging up my rehearsal dress—Nat has my wedding and reception gowns in her and Bruce's room—when there's a knock on my door; I open it to see Bucky in the hall.

"Hi, doll," he steps into my room, taking me into his arms as he closes the door; leaning back against it, he pulls me into a kiss. "Putting us in separate rooms was a horrible idea," he murmurs as he tilts my head back and trails his lips down the column of my throat.

"We're in separate rooms because it's supposedly bad luck for you to see me on the wedding day before the ceremony," I breathily reply.

"Hmm. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"I mean, I don't really like it either...oh god," I gasp as he lightly scrapes his teeth over the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet. "Bucky, we can't." I reluctantly—very reluctantly—step back, putting some space between our bodies. "As much as I'd like to, we have the rehearsal in..." I pull my mobile from my pocket and check the time, "...thirty minutes. And someone once told me that forty five minutes wasn't enough time...a statement I very much agree with. So thirty definitely isn't enough time."

The steel blue of Bucky's eyes is clouded with desire, and he swallows audibly before nodding. "You're right. Okay, so—"

"I mean, I do know something that doesn't take too long," I lick my lips as my eyes rove over my handsome fiancé, "if you're...up for it." I close the small distance between us, trailing my hand down his torso to the front of his jeans, elated when I feel his hardness against my palm. "I'd say you're definitely up for it," I give him a saucy smirk and press a kiss to his lips before I sink to my knees, my eyes on his.

I make quick work of his belt, his jeans, and his boxer briefs, shoving the material to mid-thigh, just low enough that I can do what I want to do unencumbered. I slide my hands up his thighs, resting them on his muscular legs, and lick a stripe up his shaft, from base to tip, my gaze locked with his. He lets out a huff that quickly turns into a guttural groan as I take his entire length into my mouth, gently cupping his balls as I do so. Reveling in the sound and wanting to hear more, I settle into a rapid, steady pace, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue over the head every time I pull back, and swallowing around him every time he hits the back of my throat.

"Oh god, Réa," he pants, his hands fisting at his sides and his head falling back as his hips thrust forward. "Just like that, doll. Please don't stop."

'As if I would,' I think as I continue.

Wanting to make him fly over the edge, I lightly squeeze his balls at the same time I deep-throat him and swallow around his length.

"Réa," he moans my name as he cums, spilling down my throat; an answering moan slips from me because he tastes divine...like sex, and sin, and Bucky.

I work him through his peak, only stopping when he pulls back. I stand, and he rights his clothing before pulling me to him and crushing his mouth to mine.

"My turn," he says as he reaches for the button of my jeans.

I step out of his hold, shaking my head. "No time. We have to get changed because we now have," I once more check my mobile, "ten minutes until we need to meet the others."