Charlie's POV:
Everything Bucky Barnes does is sexy. I need to get out of this cottage because everything my husband does stirs the deepest and most lewd thoughts about what I want to do with him and more importantly what I want him to do to me. Throughout our marriage he has become more comfortable with being the one in control, and I love it. Not that I don't love our tender moments, but the more primordial moments are extra provocative.
But right now, I can't quit staring at my super soldier, I'm nursing our son, while his sexy ass is cutting up apples for a snack for all of us. I only vaguely hear our daughter playing around with Alpine, Callan's chubby hands pull at my hair, but my eyes are only on Bucky's strong hands expertly cutting up apples. Watching the way, the small muscles move on the back of his hand, seeing each vein protrude off of him, even the softest of whirring noises that his Vibranium arm makes. Each cut is expertly done, so smooth and perfectly straight. Juices splash out on the cutting board and my mouth is awkwardly hanging open. His head tilts up to look up at me and a smirk plants on his face. His fingers rub along the cold and sticky metal of the knife and Callan yanks on my hair, demanding my attention.
Bucky can only chuckle as he brings the knife to his shameful tongue, pulling it slowly down the extended muscle and a deep moan of the taste withdrawals deeply from his chest, "You should really be paying attention to our son, doll."
My eyes can only narrow at him. He knows what he's doing, well maybe he doesn't. Who would have thought cutting up an apple could be one of the most sinful motions I could observe? My eyes look down at our beautiful boy. He pulls away and smiles up at me, his left dimple clearly on display. I feel Bucky's eyes on my exposed breast, my cheeks heating up with his gaze. "Son, you need to continue your nursing before your dad..."
"Bucky!" My eyes look up at him, wide with shock at him nonchalantly speaking out loud. Bucky puts the small saucer for Maggie in front of a stool, and her movements stop as she walks over to the island. Climbing up in the stool beside me. Her fingers pick up a wedge, taking a bite before looking up at Bucky. Knowing that she doesn't just want apple slices he walks into the pantry, scooping out a bit of peanut butter for her.
"Thanks, Bucky." Her feet swing around in the chair while she happily eats another slice.
Bucky's eyes meet mine, wicked grin on his lips while he slowly takes a bite of a slice. Everything he does is sexy, and he can see the lust in my eyes with every slow bite he takes. Tongue licking around his lips. "Why are you eating so weird, Buckster?" Maggie's innocent question makes a snort release from my throat, and even Callan giggles around, clearly finished with his snack. My arms adjust him to sit up, covering myself up. Bucky's eyes never leave my chest, until a cute squeal from his son erupts in the kitchen, he makes grabby hands for his dad, continuing to squeal towards Bucky. Bucky's dad face smiles when he grabs for the chubby boy. Wrapping his strong arm to hold him as he bounces his body around.
"Uh, well, I was enjoying the sticky sweetness from the apple. I could think of something that's stickier and sweeter though." Pretty sure he didn't mean to say that out loud.
"What's that?" She asks shoving another bite into her mouth.
"Yeah, Bucky, what's that?" I ask, barely able to contain the laugh that's threatening to come out of my mouth.
His face falls flat looking between us. "Um, may-ple syrup." I giggle at his struggle to think of what to say.
"You're so weird. Who eats just maple syrup?" My eyes look over at my daughter. She catches the look, "Sorry, Bucky. Can I be excused?" I nod at her. "Thanks for the snack."
"Plate is the dishwasher." I remind her. She shuffles into the living room after cleaning up her mess, picking up Alpine and running upstairs.
"I'd lick maple syrup off of you." Mumbles off his lips. His eyes turn back to the happy boy in his arms. Tone completely changed so he can talk softly with our son. I hate him in these moments. Everything he does is sexy, and he knows what he does to me. I ignore the comment, reaching my hand over for my own apple slice. He tsks at me, sliding the plate closer to him. His long lithe fingers pick up a slice. Leaning over the island he wiggles it in my face, wanting me to eat the slice from his hands. "Good girl." His voice rumbles deep in his chest. "Such a good girl for me."
A sigh of irritation releases from my lips while I chew the slice. "We're staying at the compound for a couple of days." Callan has been extra needy lately. Teething has made him want to be held and soothed constantly, and it's easier for him to just be in the bed with us. On top of that Maggie has been feeling a bit left out, choosing to sleep in between us as well. Being at home and seeing my sexy husband every day, but having two children with us at all time, and not being able to act on our primal needs has made us both extremely frustrated.
"Why's that?" He asks, smiling only for a second at me before his attention is back on Callan who is unsuccessfully trying to pull his dad's metal digits in his mouth.
"It's soothing to him." I remind Bucky.
"You're cleaning my fingers later then." I nod my head, agreeing to clean the rare metal. No doubt finding even that sexy. "You still didn't answer my question on why we're going to the compound for a few days?"
"I think you know." I point at the plate of apple slices, needing another bite. Reluctantly he slides the plate over to me, but removes a slice for himself. Continuing his slow teasing show.
"I think your mommy is really missing your daddy's touch son. She wants my mouth all over her. This is her way of saying she needs a live-in babysitter, because we know she doesn't trust anyone with her babies."
"Ugh." I let out a groan of frustration. Standing up, stool making an annoying sound as it scratches on the floor.
"Where are you going?" Bucky laughs out.
"To take a cold shower and pack. We're going to the compound for a few days."
Bucky can only laugh, "Good thing we have the handheld shower head, honey." He calls out. I growl back at him. "Don't lie to me. I know you do it." Even that was sexy. Ugh.
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Charlie's POV:
Thankfully Pepper and Morgan were at the compound. Not sure if that was on purpose or highly coincidental, nor do I care. Pep is more than happy to watch after the kids, and she's one of the more trusted people in my life. My ridiculous husband thought it best to get in a training session, and after watching him I'm pretty sure he's trying to kill me. Pulsating muscles with every move, sweat dripping down his body, hair no longer perfect but flattened and stuck to his face, and getting to watch him handle those knives.
"Wrap it with your lightning." My eyes raking over my husband has put me in a trance. I see his mouth moving, but no words fall from his perfectly petal pink, lush lips. I have never got to spend so much time alone with him in the past couple of weeks. Hungry for him I bite my lip, eyes looking him up and down. "Charlie. Charlie?" He yells, drawing my attention to him. "Pay attention. I told you to wrap this with your lightning. Try doing it while it's mid throw."
"Seriously? This is what you're thinking about?" My voice is so whiney. He's beyond sexy in this moment. The only thing that would make this better would be his White Wolf suit. Seeing the leather cling to the ebbs and flow of his muscles just right.
"No, it's not. But while we're here we can practice. The sun is almost setting. And don't worry, I've got something planned for you, brat."
"I'm not a brat." I'm terrible at trying to prove my point. My arms cross on my chest, hip cocked to the side, and my lip pouts. As soon as I do the stance, I realize what I'm doing and right myself.
"Uh huh. Keep lying to yourself. Let's finish this session and I promise I'll have you naked and dripping for me." With every word he speaks his voice gets lower and slower, making my core heat up my pussy clench around nothing. Nearly aching for him to destroy me. "Now, can you be daddy's good girl and do what I ask?"
"Stop talking like that or I'll have you right here, right now."
"I'd like to see you try." His tall stature walks closer to me. Chest pushed up against my body, hard and hot. Immediately my knees go weak at the size and strength of him. "That's what I thought. Pay attention, or the reason why we came here will be off the table."
"Ass hole." I mumble. He knows I really love him, but when he's like this it does make me angry and even more crazed for his touch.
"Open your mouth." Taking a step back my eyes look up at him, before a quick tug on my wrist pulls me back flush to his chest. "I didn't stutter. Open your mouth." I'm almost excited about where his more demanding tone is going. Feeling my panties become even more ruined. I open my mouth with a smile. "Stick out your tongue." I comply. My breathing becomes shallower with the anticipation. Leaning forward to meet my mouth he spits on my tongue, leaning back to smile down at me. "Swallow it." I do, sticking my tongue back out to show him nothing remains. "See, you can follow orders. I knew you liked that, been wanting to do it for years."
"Then you should have."
His strong fingers grip my cheeks tightly. "Now, give me ten more minutes. I'm counting each time you've caused me a headache today. Might do you some good to remember that."
He turns to leave my chest. I already miss the warmth he brought standing so close, "What are you going to do punish me?"
He turns, giving me a wicked grin, "That's exactly what I'm going to do. Make that eleven." My smile fades. "You ready to listen?" I nod. "Does that need to be twelve?" That sinful tongue pokes out his cheek before tracing along the lips I want on me, bringing his bottom lip in with a quick bite. I'm stunned, but know I need to reply.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" He wants it just as much as me, the blue of his eyes is slowly disappearing.
"Yes, I'm ready to listen." He clears his throat. "Daddy."
"Good girl." Bucky's voice is nearly a growl. "I'm going to throw the knife, wrap it with lightning when it releases from my hand."
Thankfully I enjoy watching him, because I concentrate on his hands, seeing the exact moment the knife releases from his grasp to wrap lightning around the small weapon, watching as it hits the dummy in the distance, crackling upon contact. Perfect aim.
"Now, do the same, this time I want you to change the direction."
"Where do you want it to go?" The thought that Bucky and I can fight in tandem excites me. Becoming the dynamic duo that Hydra wanted us to become all those years ago, but this time it's on our terms. No force.
"See how far you can control it. Just don't kill us." I nod, focusing on his hand, waiting until the moment the knife leaves his hand, wrapping the white blue lightning around it. Attention on controlling it, watching as the knife flies through the training room, small sparks of lightning touching anything that gets too close before it lands perfectly in one of the dummies. Both Bucky and I giggle. Jumping into each other's arms with a smile.
His strong hands cup the side of my cheeks, pulling me back to look down at me before crashing into my lips in a bruising kiss. "You're fucking amazing." He moans into my mouth. Loving the taste of Bucky on me. His strong arms cup the globes of my ass before pulling me up closer to him. "I love you so much Charlie Barnes."
"And I love you, Bucky Barnes." I smile down at him, and watch as our giddy moment is tainted with the realization that we want more. Frustrations from the past couple of weeks and the past hour come crashing in on us.
"You've got an eleven second head start. Run." His voice is raw and guttural.
"Wait, what?" I'm stunned. His hands still grip my ass tightly.
"Eleven is the number for the night, brat. I'm going to put you down. You have an eleven second head start. It's dark outside. Make it count." My breathing picks up. He's serious. Pupils blown wide with lust. "Ready?" I nod my head. As soon as my feet hit the mat I sprint towards the exit. Hearing Bucky's booming voice countdown.
My feet pound against the ground way too loud, but I try to put as much distance between Bucky as I can. Running into the woods that surround the compound. Hoping that the shadows give me better coverage. Panting I don't worry about the thin tree limbs that smack against my skin. Dressed in nothing but leggings and a sports bra. My skin reddens at the abuse the woods deal to my body. Turning around, I stop, attempting to steady my breathing but it continues to be loud and shallowed. My eyes scan my area. No sign of my husband. If he wanted to be found he would show himself. He's much more trained for this.
Upon steadying my breathing enough, I listen to my surroundings. Listening to the encroaching night sounds. A frog croaks close and causes me to jump. Breaking sticks and footfalls echo around my body. Feeling the excitement between wanting to be caught and devoured or hide as best as possible. The longer I'm not discovered the more gloating I get to hold over his head. I'm determined to not be caught quickly.
Quietly I stalk around the woods, listening as much as possible. Thinking I heard his chuckle too close to me, causing me to jump. Looking around anywhere I can for a hiding place. Or would it be best to continue moving? My mind wanders to what could possibly be my punishment. "You look so pretty when you're anxiously looking for me, doll."
Shit, he sees me. Close enough that he can cast words into my mind. "As do you, Daddy."
"You're not even close to looking in my direction. I did tell you to run. Want another eleven seconds?" My brain is on hyper drive. body looking all around me and not seeing the bulky super soldier anywhere. Admitting to more time, admits to defeat, but it could prolong this panty wetting game. Knowing what I would choose I hear his voice in my head, "One, two, three...run Charlie. Four."
I race in the direction I was pointing. Using my legs to go as fast as I possibly can. I have no idea which direction he was coming from. Silently speaking in my mind kept his hideout a secret. "Wrong way. Eight, nine..."
"Fuck you."
"Ten, eleven. No, I'll be fucking you."
My head twists around the woods, the trees seem too far apart now. Nowhere to hide. I feel I am too in the open. I can't deny the excitement that builds up in my veins. "Eleven more?" I cheekily ask when I think I heard him move in the distance. Determined to run in the opposite direction.
"Eleven more. If you take double the punishment."
"What's my punishment?" I continue to explore the forest. The canopy nearly completely blocks out the light from the moon. I wish I would have thought to grab my glasses.
I hear him laugh out loud. Realizing where I thought he was, was exactly where it was coming from. "You've been begging for my touch for weeks. I'm going to make sure you feel me. Eleven times."
"So, you're going to make sure I cum eleven times?"
"Yep." The p pops in my head causing me to get dizzy.
"I can handle twenty-two."
"You're going to wish you stuck with eleven." Who doesn't want to cum twenty-two times? "Consecutive times. You still only got eleven seconds to run."
"Worth it." I grin over to him.
"Smart girl." He hums when he sees me staring right at him. "One, two, three, four, I would run if I was you. Five, six."
My legs sprint through the tress in the opposite direction of him. Using my body to weave through the trees. When I feel I'm far enough from his sight I change the direction I'm going. "Eleven. Wrong choice, honey." Shit. I don't even look around. Just run. Feeling the leaves and thin branches slap against my skin. Hearing his footfalls behind me. He's still not running as fast as I know he can.
Zigzagging as much as I can I take shelter behind a tree. Trying to steady out my breathing, daring to look around the tree. I don't see him or it. I only hear the whizzing of air, hear the thump as it connects to the tree beside me, feeling the whooshing of air as it slices through the night, and the knife lands perfectly too close to my shoulder. And then the tall body of Bucky steps right in my vision. "You could have hit me." I gasp at him.
"If I wanted to I could. I didn't want to." His arm pulls the knife out of the tree. He brings the cool metal to my bare side, tracing it around my heated and sweaty skin. My chest heaves up and down with every trace of the metal on my skin. "Do you really think I would want to damage my perfect little doll? It landed precisely where I wanted it to."
He brings the knife further up my body, letting the metal trace along my collar bone and around the swell of my breasts. "You want to do our light system or do you want a safe word?"
"What?" My mind isn't comprehending anything but the touch of the metal on my skin and Bucky in front of me.
"Green light?" He asks. I can only nod. "If you're already cock drunk and I haven't touched you, we're going to have a problem. Our lighting system or you want a specific safe word? And use your big girl words to answer me."
"Uh...lighting system." I stutter out.
"Good girl." Slowly the knife traces around my breasts, sliding down until it slices the sports bra in half. Bringing it up to the straps until it falls on the dried leaves. If I wasn't beyond ready for this, I would be worried about how I'm getting back to the compound, but I can't be bothered. Spinning the knife in his hand he sheaths it back on his utility belt. Metal hand roughly reaches in my leggings, moaning once they come into contact with my drenched folds. "Fucking hell, you really like this huh? Leggings already ruined."
His hand takes no time to spread around my juices, fingers pumping into me. His mouth and other hand set to work on my nipples. Pushing me more into the tree as the bark deliciously digs into my back. While one hand kneads my tit gently, his mouth latches on the other, draining my engorged breast. I look down at him. The furious fervor gone while he takes comfort suckling on me. His face is now soft, until he sees me dreamily watching him. Biting on my sensitive nipple I hiss at him before his soft side comes back. Unprepared, my first orgasm erupts as he exquisitely works his mouth on me. "Start counting." He says, leaning back away from me. Flesh hand wiping around his mouth.
"One." I stutter out.
"Twenty-one more to go." Bringing the knife back out of his pocket he traces it along my legs, kneeling down he slowly cuts off the leggings. "I've got to see my pretty girl and taste her." Slowly and piece by piece the leggings fall off my body. His hands move up to the cotton underwear, ripping them off. "Going to have you walking back a mess." I can only hum in approval.
Tapping his hand on my leg, asking me to lift it. I stare down at my kneeling husband, treating me like his queen when I lift my leg, resting it on his shoulder before his mouth buries in my weeping cunt. Eating me like I'm his last meal. Metal digits pumping into me, while his flesh hand presses my body against the tree. Working me like it's his passion and his purpose. "Two." I pant out, and he never stops. Continues to push me beyond my limits.
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"T-t-ten." I choke out. Vision nearly completely backed out, while Bucky's Vibranium arm vibrates on my abused clit.
"Just think if you hadn't had made that deal, you would be just about finished. And I can't put my cock in you until you're almost finished. You want it don't you." His job is easy. The Vibranium doing most of the work while he hovers over me, his mouth assaulting my reddened and bruised neck.
"Please, James. I-I-I can't anymore. Need you."
"Is this a red light?"
I'm breathless staring up at him. The ground a mess with my juices, needing to move locations yet again. "No. Just want you."
"Need a drink of water?"
My mouth is indeed dry from the heavy breathing and screaming orgasms. "Please."
His hand pulls away from me, grabbing up the water bottle and slowly he pours it into my mouth. His eyes soften with every gulp I take, not caring about the liquid that rolls down my face. "I'll give you a get out of jail free card if you let me cum in that sweet pussy. Want to see you swollen again."
I can't even comprehend what he's saying. "Please. Fill me up." Bucky stops his movements looking at me, hunger in his eyes. "Green light, daddy. Fuck a baby in me." We shouldn't play this game. While he's clearly already got baby fever, I want to enjoy my sweet boy. Six months isn't long enough for me. Praying that he's not too fertile.
Stripping himself and throwing clothes throughout the forest floor he plants himself over me, "Next time I won't take it easy on you, brat. Eleven is what you deserve, but I think we can make it an even twelve." His thrusts into me are so hard and rough, and I love it. Love how demanding he is. Loved the chase, loved the buildup. This has been the best date night of my life.
"My perfect doll is cock drunk and nearly fucked out. You can barely keep your eyes open." I'm so overstimulated it doesn't take much before I'm clenching tightly on his cock while another orgasm waves over me. "Not going to be able to walk. I love playing with you but you take my cock so good. That sweet pussy is made just for me, huh?"
"Oh, fuck, James. Only you."
"Whose pussy is this? Who owns this sweet and juicy pussy?" Screaming as another high releases through my body, he can only smile. "I guess that answers that, but want to hear you say it. Who owns this fucking pussy?"
"You do, Daddy."
Bucky thrusts into me with a near angered determination. Hips bumping into hips. Squelching sounds reverberate throughout the woods. "That was twelve, James."
"I've got to cum in my pussy. Guess we're going for fourteen. I like even numbers." Taking his Vibranium hand to my clit he continues to overstimulate me, eliciting number thirteen. "Good girl, you hold on for number fourteen or I'll make it sixteen."
"Fuuuuck." I scream as his mouth attaches to a tit, suckling me while he continues pumping into me. I feel the coil heat and tighten up, but I tense, not wanting to go to sixteen. I want to feel his heat.
"Can feel you squeezing me. Hold on, doll...almost...there." Feeling the tightness along his abs, watching the furrow of his brows, the clenching of his teeth, I know he's close. Holding on until the ropes of his hot cum paint my swollen cunt, releasing my final, number fourteen with him. My hands flop to the ground, feeling the dried leaves crunch under them, while Bucky's head rests in between the swell of my breasts. Both of us pant onto one another. "Fucking hell. That was amazing."
"Don't leave me, yet. Just stay right there."
"Why's that, honey?"
"Just love the way you feel in me. Feel so safe."
"Keeps my cum in you longer, too." I start to come down from my high.
"You really wanting another baby that bad, Daddy?"
"How come you never got back on a birth control?" Answering a question with a question. But he has me there. I pause, because I have no excuse. "I am. But if you're not ready I won't make deals with you in the heat of things again. We can talk about it. But yes, I'm ready. I want all the babies with you."
"And, I'll give you all the babies, but Callan, he's so little."
"I think you have a mama's boy, but you're just in love with him as he is you, huh? Didn't get this with Maggie, did you?" Tears fill my eyes. I didn't. Maggie was and forever will be a daddy's girl. Even with the old man, she ignores me for him. Even with Bucky. They have the best relationship. "Those tears are never going away."
"Shut up. I enjoy my baby boy, yes. It helps that he is basically you. He's perfect, and the thought of another baby and attention being taken from him..."
"Shh...I know. I won't push this so much, okay?" I nod my head at him. "At least not during sex."
"You're such an ass hole."
"So... the chase? You enjoyed that?" His nose runs along my face, warming me up. With a little tap on his shoulder, he knows that I'm ready for him to get off.
"I think when you finally touched me that was obvious. How much I liked it."
"We're doing it again, then, yeah?" He throws his shirt over to me, since I have nothing to wear. Standing up, he dresses in his joggers while I pull on his shirt. I nod at him, while he extends a hand to me to help me up. Thankfully the man is quick since my legs nearly gave out. "You never would have made it to twenty-two." Snickering he lifts me bridal style carrying us back.
"Hush. Take me to my babies. It's bedtime."