Olivia Vitale is trying her best to get her life back on track. After escaping an abusive relationship, she moves back to her home city of Joy. She promises her roommate Carol to take it slow with relationships. That promise becomes harder to keep a...
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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 in the living room, Bucky has spread his arms widely over the backrest of the couch. He's glancing over his shoulder, watching her as she walks back in, and she tries to sit down on the coffee table, but he quickly stops her. Bucky's hands clasp her waist, and he pulls her into his lap. She can't help but laugh.
"Thought this would be more comfortable, sugar," he says and licks his lips, hands sliding up her thighs as she straddles him.
"We should get you in the shower, big boy. This hair needs a cleaning," she speaks while running her fingers through his fluffy brown locks.
"I'll go if you go," Bucky growls and leans closer, sliding his fingers beneath the small set of shorts she's wearing. "Should come over more often if ya greet me wearin' somethin' like this."
He kisses her before she has a chance to say anything. Olivia wraps her arms tightly around his neck and her back arches to meet him. Everything seems so much easier when he's close to her. Her worries about Brock fade as if they're nothing. He said it himself. He would protect her.
The heat rises as he expertly slides his tongue into her mouth, and she hungrily welcomes it. Sparks shoot through her as he moves his hands to her ass and takes a tight grip, beginning to grind her against him. Olivia picks up instantly and rolls her hips against him, feeling him grow beneath his navy-blue jeans.
The previous thoughts are gone. A moan slips from the pit of her stomach while their breathing becomes heavy. Her hands are already pushing down his jacket, and he quickly gets his arms out. She grabs the bottom of his shirt and breaks the kiss to get it off.
Her eyes land on the left shoulder. The plumage of blood is clear on him, and she quickly stops. Bucky raises an eyebrow, and she starts laughing, resting her forehead against his.
"You, sir, have a very bad influence on me."
Olivia fixes his shirt back up. His hands continue gliding over her ass, and he simply hums in agreement, eyes locked to her lips, gazing down her body. It's been years since anyone looked at her like that without her wearing revealing clothes.
"I was serious, we have to get you into that shower," she says and tries to stand up, but he grabs onto her waist.
"Me too. Ya talked about a concussion, right? I definitely need your help," Bucky says with fake sincerity and stands up with her legs locked around his hips.
"You're the worst," she quietly laughs, throwing her head back.
"Yeah, but you like it," he grunts and leans in, kissing up the column of her throat, nibbling on her soft skin and eliciting soft giggles from her.
Olivia laughs but grabs onto his head and gently pushes him away as they step into the bathroom. He looks at her, and she widens her eyes. Bucky understands immediately, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.
