Peggy's Got A Friend [Bucky Barnes]

Chapter Two

You have no idea how you manage to make it back to your small flat without Bucky ripping your dress off of you and taking you in an alley, but you do. His lips are on your neck, sucking deliciously at your pulse point.

You finally get the door open, giggling as Bucky's arms wrap around your waist and you fall into the apartment. As soon as the door's closed again Bucky has you pinned against it, his lips back on your throat.

"So... what... d'you do... for the Army?" he asks between kisses and nips. Your hands tighten in his hair.

"I, ah, specialize in linguistics," you pant, gasping when he bites down on your shoulder before pulling away.

"Linguistics?" he asks, brushing your nose with his.

"It means I have a talented mouth," you answer, said mouth barely brushing his before you sink down to your knees. Bucky groans as you reach for his belt buckle, one hand going to the nape of your neck, the other pressing against the wall. You peer up at him through your lashes, clenching when you see his pupils are blown and his bottom lip is between his teeth.

You quickly get his pants open, tugging them down to his knees. He's already hard, cock straining against his boxers. You reach up, pulling them down just enough to free it, licking the tip when it bobs in front of your mouth. The groan that fills your ears as you wrap your lips around the head spur you on and you sink down, taking Bucky's cock until it hits the back of your throat.

"Jesus, fuck, doll," Bucky rasps, hand tightening in your hair. You pull back until he's almost out of your mouth before leaning back in, starting a quick, steady pace. It's not long before Bucky's pulling you away, moaning deeply.

"Something wrong?" you ask, voice hoarse from the slight battering your throat took. Bucky shakes his head.

"The exact opposite," he explains, his hand on the back of your neck coming around to cup your cheek. "Keep that up and I'm gonna end up comin' before the real fun starts."

You smile up at him coyly, taking his outstretched hand. He toes off his shoes and socks, kicking his pants completely off. "Bedroom?" he asks, leaning close enough to brush a stray curl behind your ear. You incline your head to your right, down a short and narrow hall, and then squeal as you're picked up and thrown over his shoulder.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice ass?" you ask breathlessly, hands going to his hips to push you up enough to really be able to see said part of his anatomy.

"It's been mentioned, but I don't mind hearing it again," he quips, and then chuckles when you smack one shapely globe. "Hey! Hands off the merchandise."

You receive a smack to your own rear when you repeat your actions with his other cheek. "You're gonna pay for that, doll," he says, and the depth of his voice makes you shiver.

"Get that dress off," Bucky instructs, setting you on your feet. You move to take off your shoes but he tsks, shaking his head.

"I just said the dress, Princess," he corrects. His hands go to the buttons of his shirt and you nod once, sliding your heel back into the shoe.

"Yes, sir," you say, mock saluting before reaching around your back to unzip the dress. His eyes darken as you slowly slip it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around your ankles.

"God bless America," he mutters, eyes raking over your body. You flush under his scrutiny, kicking the dress away from you. You were suddenly glad you'd gone through the trouble of dealing with a garter belt tonight, your all-black lingerie a clear winner.

You reach forward, tugging the last two buttons of his dress shirt open before stepping forward to push it and his jacket off his shoulders. With your heels you're almost at eye level with him, so you let your nose bump his, lips barely brushing over his.