Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 29

"Would you like to to tell me what you were doing a terrible job at hiding tonight?"

James eyed Maggie suspiciously, watching her squirm. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Even with the dim lighting from the street shining into the car, he could see that she was fighting back a smile.

"Doll, you're a pathetically terrible liar." He narrowed his eyes. "You went to grab a drink with Natasha and you came back in wearing the exact same expression you're wearing now."

She sighed. As much as his observation skills were helpful, they were a pain in the ass when it came to things like this. She didn't have a single stubborn bone in her body, but she was trying her hardest to hold her ground. Shoving her giant grin into the palms of her hands to hide from him. "I can't say anything. It's not my secret to tell." Her voice was muffled, making James laugh.

"Come on, you can't resist me." His baritone drawl was playful.

She sat up and beamed at him. "I know I can't. So thats why I'm not talking for the rest of the night." She comically pretended to zip her lips shut, biting down on them with her teeth.

He gave her a stern look, then letting a chuckle slip out at how damn charming she was. He candidly softened at the mere sight of her. The only woman—scratch that. The only person, in general, that could make him feel this lighthearted.

The car pulled up to James' home. He extended a hand, helping her out of the car. Her feet only hit the concrete for a millisecond before he lugged over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making her let out a squeak. "James, put me down." She snickered.

"No." He stated cooly, landing a quick swat to her ass.

Trekking up the front steps of his home, he carried her inside. Walking straight to the elevator he pressed the top button and it took off. The doors slowly slid open to the master suite. Her torso bobbed and swayed with the swaggering movements of his shoulders.

When he reached the bed, he threw her down onto it. Crawling over her like a panther, wearing a wicked smirk. "You wanna play games, doll? We can play games."

His torso collapsed down onto her and he licked a stripe up her throat, making her eyes roll back. His inked hand worked its way between their bodies, sliding under the slit of her gown. Pulling her panties to the side, he plunged two fingers deep in her without warning, eliciting a loud gasp from her.

Without skipping a beat, he started fucking her on his thick digits. She was dripping instantly. His palm pressed to her clit, giving it plenty of the friction he knew she loved. She let out a moan, wrapping her hands around his head, clawing through his hair.

Finding the spot deep inside her quickly, wanting to get her as close as possible. He wiggled his fingers into her, stretching her open around them. The feeling of her walls clenching made him grin. Perfect, he thought to himself.

"You getting close, sweetheart?" His tone was ominously sweet.

She nodded eagerly, biting down on her lip with furrowed brows. "Y- yes. I am."

He gave a couple more strokes, before his eyes flicked up to meet hers. "Tell me what you're hiding."

"I— I can't."

He ripped his fingers from her abruptly. She gasped at the rude halt to her pleasure. Sitting up on her elbows she gave him a pouty look, jaw dropped. "Then, I can't let you cum." His tone was cold, but he wore that same devilish grin from before.

"No, no, please."

James let out a deep breath and pulled off his blazer and tie, dropping them to the floor behind himself. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his inked forearms. He bent back down and slipped his fingers back into her, picking up his movements where he left off. Her release came on quickly again after only a few pumps. She whined as her chest started to tighten.