Fancy a Roll in the Hay?

Part 2

"Sure?" You say, slightly wary. Was this the part that he took you into a shed somewhere and killed you then fed you to pigs...? You stood and followed Bucky out of his house into the evening light. It was cooler now than earlier, and Bucky grabbed a tshirt that had been hanging just inside his door and pulled it on before continuing.

"So this land I haven't started working on yet." He explains, gesturing towards the long grass you'd walked through to get here. "Most of my stuff is round the back."

"So what kind of farming do you do?" You ask as Bucky leads you round the side of his house.

"Well I have some animals. A few cows and pigs, some chickens. That's mainly for food though. I have two main exports coming out of this farm."

"Sunflowers..." You mutter when you get to the back of the house, your eyes hitting the many fields of yellow.

"Yeah. There was already one field growing here when I moved in so I expanded." He explains, continuing walking.

"So what's the other export?" You ask, jogging to catch up with him,

"Horses." He says, gesturing at a huge row of stables that had been hidden behind his house and the barn.

"Wow..." you mutter, counting at least 20 stables of the most beautiful horses you'd ever seen.

"They're racehorses. I breed them, then train them in that field over there. They seem to trust me, I dunno why."

"That's awesome." You reply with a grin, continuing your stroll. You've done a loop now and are in front of the barn. "What's in here?" You ask, wandering inside.

"Just feed for the animals mainly." Bucky replies and you turn, finding him incredibly close to you. He is looking down at you, his face serious, his lips parted slightly. You take a breath and step closer, licking your lips suggestively as you meet his gaze. He lurches forward suddenly, pressing his lips against yours, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. After a few seconds he pulls away and his eyes glance across your face, waiting for a reaction.

"Fancy a roll in the hay?" You ask, winking at him and grinning. He laughs, sounding relieved and presses his lips against yours again, one of his hands moving up to wind into your hair. You step backwards, pulling him with you and let yourself fall onto the low bale of hay behind you, Bucky falling on top of you.

"So this is ur..."

"Weird?" You offer, squirming under his weight.

"Yeah."

"Hey, if two strangers can't have sex in a barn anymore then what's the point?" You say, grinning.

"I'm happy with that." Bucky replies. You grab his head in your hands and pull his lips against yours again. He responds with enthusiasm, tangling his fingers into your hair and deepening the kiss. His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you open your mouth, his tongue clashing with yours. You can feel his hot breath and hear his gentle moans when your hands move from his head and run down his back. You stop and grab his ass, using the grip to pull his crotch against you, bucking your hips into his. You feel him mutter something into your mouth and you pull back.

"YA sobirayus' delat' plokhiye veshchi k vam"

"You speak Russian?"

"Yeah."

"Do it again."

"YA sobirayus' rvat' svoyu odezhdu svoimi rukami"

"God that's hot." You mutter, rolling him over in the hay and straddling him. You roll your hips so the friction between you increases. Your hands scramble at his tshirt and he helps you pull it off, revealing the mesmerising muscles you hadn't been able to stop staring at earlier. You stop and run your fingers down his chest, admiring his abs and how low his jeans were riding on his hips. You jolt when his fingers run up your thighs, gripping tightly. He uses his grip to roll you over again, practically throwing you down next to him. A throaty, guttural noise rises from his throat as he looms over you. His fingers move to your shirt and he pulls sharply, the buttons popping off in all directions. He practically rips the material away from you, flinging it across the floor and turning his attention back to you. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, incredibly turned on by the sweaty, Russian talking, clothe ripping, muscular guy who was currently on top of you.

He makes quick work of your trousers, pulling them off and flinging them across the barn in the same direction as your shirt. He shuffles down so his head is between your legs and you wrap your fingers in his hair automatically. He uses his teeth to ping at the waistband of your panties, teasing them for a bit before gently pulling them down your legs. As soon as they are removed his hands take hold of your thighs and push them apart, holding them firmly as his tongue presses against your clit. You squirm and pant while he sucks, licks and nibbles at you in just the right way, his firm grip stopping you from moving away only increasing the pleasure.

"B...b...bu..." You struggle to form your words as Bucky almost pushes you over the edge. He moves back just before and smirks at you.

"Bucky?" He suggests grinning. You tug gently on his hair and he understands, moving up your body, peppering kisses on his way. You press your lips against his urgently, want pulsing through you. He moves away and a whine escapes you throat, missing the feel of his skin against yours. He only chuckles, unbuttoning his jeans and quickly pulling them off. You look down and see him already hard, straining to escape his tight boxers. So you reach and tug them down, his erection springing free. You instantly close your first around him and start pumping, Bucky's lips going slack and his eyes shutting. Pre-cum drips onto your hand as you move your hand faster, paying close attention to the head. When you reach your other hand and take hold of his balls however he gasps and his eyes snap open.

"What?" You ask cheekily, leaning back into the hay.

"Keep going like that and I won't be lasting very long at all." Bucky mutters, moving himself down to bite gently on one of your nipples, sucking it after. He uses his hand to massage your clit while still keeping his mouth on your breast.

"Bucky." You moan, his fingers speeding up. "I need you. Now."

At this, he obliges. Repositioning himself slightly he pushes into you with such force you cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through you. He continues thrusting fast and hard, the noise of your bodies clashing echoing through the barn. You hear him muttering, too quietly to make out the words but all you know is that it's in Russian and it's hot.

It's when Bucky leans down to gently bite your neck that you are pushed over the edge. You feel yourself closing around Bucky and he gasps against your skin, his thrusts speeding up. He continues pressing rough kisses and gently bites down your neck and across your collarbone and chest, pushing you through your orgasm. After a few more thrusts you feel his muscles tense and his thrusts becoming sloppier. He presses his head into the crook of your neck as he comes down from his high, his breathing heavy.

He rolls off of you and lies beside you on the hay panting, both of you sweaty and breathless.

"Well that was fun." You mutter, rolling onto your side to wrap yourself around Bucky. He puts his arm around you and pulls you close, the contact and feel of his warm skin against you comforting.

"That sure was something snakes." He sighs happily, pressing a kiss against your forehead. You both lay like that, in an ignorant bliss, not noticing the scratch of the hay on your naked skin. In such a happy doze, not even noticing the sound of a motorcycle pulling up outside the barn.

Translations:

YA sobirayus' delat' plokhiye veshchi k vam - I am going to do bad things to you
YA sobirayus' rvat' svoyu odezhdu svoimi rukami - I am going to tear your clothes off with my hands