THE LEFTOVERS

68. The Workout

Your jaw dropped at his question, amusement flickering in your eyes at his rather... sensual choice of words. Bucky enjoyed every second of your shocked expression.

"Taking you on?" you echoed, feigning innocence as your nails dragged lazily down the fabric of his trousers. "I could do it in my sleep."

His head tipped back slightly as he felt your fingertips trail over his hard length before they wrapped around him. His breath hitched for just a second before he pulled you closer, capturing your lips in a kiss, making sure no loud means escaped his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, but your hand kept moving—slow, deliberate—pumping him.

He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening in your hair as he pulled your head back just enough to watch you. His blue eyes darkened, roaming over the sight of you—so confident, so in control. A slow smirk curled up his lips as he sat up slightly, his fingers brushing over your thighs. 

"You should take these off for the next bit," he murmured against your exposed neck, unable to resist pressing a lingering kiss there.

"And what is the next..." You struggled to concentrate as his hands slid up your thighs to your hips. "Bit?" you whispered, already lost in the haze of lust.

Bucky leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. A slow, knowing smile tugged at his mouth. "Mmm," he hummed playfully, his fingers resting on the hem of your leggings, waiting for your approval.

"It's when you... take me on," he whispered, his words sending butterflies through to your tummy.

You didn't need to say anything—Bucky could feel your silent permission in the way you lifted your hips, allowing him to slip the fabric down your legs. His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of your panties, a slow smirk creeping onto his lips. The less fabric, the better.

Bucky guided your hand away from his length, lifting it until both of your arms draped around his neck. He relished the way your fingers curled into his hair, tugging lightly, just the way he liked it. Your body pressed against his, lips crashing together in a heated battle for dominance. But Bucky knew exactly how to make you fold.

His fingers traced over the lace of your panties, barely grazing your heated skin, before he dipped his whole hand beneath the fabric in one fluid motion. The second his fingers found your clit, your breath hitched, and you broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, your back arching instinctively.

"Ahh," you whimpered, the sound breaking into the silence like a plea.

Bucky groaned lowly, his forehead resting against yours as his fingers worked you over. He loved those sounds—loved knowing he was the reason for them. His fingers explored, pressing, teasing, until your body trembled in his grasp. He could feel how wet you were, how much you had wanted this. For all the feigned innocence, your body told him the truth.

Your hands clawed at his shoulders, desperate for something to ground you, but your lips couldn't hold back the noises escaping them. Bucky tilted his head, watching you through heavy lashes, mesmerized by the way you responded to him. The way your brows twitched when he hit just the right spot, the way your breath struggled to keep up.