It wouldn't be long before Steve and Bucky walked through your bedroom door IF, they were serious about... whatever, this was. A little bit of harmless flirting? Nah, you'd done that religiously over the past God knows how many months like Steve had said. I mean, there'd been shared looks back and forth between you and Bucky or you and Steve. Any chance you got to lay a hand on either of them, you would. Whether it be a slight touch on their bicep to let them know you were behind them, squeezing past or a cheeky pinch of a bum cheek.
Thinking about it; as the months mounted up both men had gotten a little more freely with touches of their own. Bucky was the one to touch your thigh or gently place a hand on your backside as he came to look at a file or when you were teaching him to use his phone. Steve was the one to place his hands on your waist or the small of your back as he passed behind you. You'd lost count of how many times you'd caught one of them staring and biting their lip as you bent over, usually to pick a weight or something up in the gym, or a pen you'd accidentally dropped.
Not saying you haven't, you have... a few hundred times. Seeing them topless and sweaty is something a girl had to save for the wank bank, and oh boy have you!
The door banged shut sharply causing you to jump. "See Steve, I told you she was a naughty girl." Bucky's rough, lust-filled voice sent shivers down your spine.
"C'mon Buck, she's a good girl, aren't ya' doll?" Steve whispered behind you.
You nodded biting your bottom lip, turning around slowly to face them. The sight of the pair standing there, wanting you made you wetter than you thought you'd ever been from just a look. Steve stepped closer to you, his eyes growing darker with every step. You're not sure why but you found yourself stepping back from him even though you wanted nothing more than to grab a hold of him and ravish him.
"Doll... if you don't want this... then, just say the word... We'll walk out that door and forget... all, about this." He took a step closer to you as he spoke until you were backed up against your desk.
You shook your head as you sucked on your bottom lip. God, you wanted it. You needed it, more than anything in the world. "Please-" You whimpered pathetically. "Kiss me!"
Steve didn't need to hear anything else to grab you by your waist causing you to squeak as he pulled you firmly against his chest as he crashed his mouth against yours. You closed your eyes and you snaked your arms around his neck, slipping your fingers into his hair as you moaned. Holy hell he was good. Steve didn't waste time sliding his tongue between your lips, deepening your kiss. You felt him bend slightly, his hands moved down towards your thighs where he grabbed a hold of you firmly. He lifted you off your feet and sat you on top of the desk, pulling your legs apart so he could stand in between them.
As Steve's hands made their way back up to your waist you felt a third hand tug the zip at the back of your dress down before pulling the straps down your arms. Steve took his mouth away as he stepped back, causing you to whimper once again at the loss of his mouth. A deep chuckle left his mouth as he let his hands brush down your legs, effortlessly pulling your heels off your feet, throwing them across the room as he switched places with Bucky. The look Bucky wore was dark and broody, it sent chill straight to your throbbing clit.
"Please." Once again you found yourself almost begging.
Before Bucky kissed you, he pulled your dress the rest of the way of you without letting either of his hands touch you. You sat in front of the two men in just your black lace bra and panties. Watching them take you in suddenly made you very aware of how ugly you must look compared to two super soldiers.
You dropped your head unable to look at them, feeling more self-conscious about yourself the quieter they stayed.
"Вы не должны скрыться, красивый." (You don't need to hide, beautiful) Bucky whispered in Russian as he placed his hand under your chin lifting your head so you were looking at him. His accent sent shivers down your spine. "Не от нас." (Not from us) He leaned forwards closing the gap between you, finally kissing you.
