"And be here for another hour? I don't think so," Bucky says, shaking his head. Tony is a great guy but he tends to attract a crowd, even more than Bucky does, and he has no desire to be thrust into the middle of a bunch of people while Tony talks him up. He can talk to Tony some other time.
"We went to school together, it's not like I can't call him up to play in the garage on Saturday when I feel like it," Bucky explains. "He'll probably be sad I won't be doing that this weekend since I'm otherwise occupied."
Bucky drops another kiss on her lips. "I think we should go back home now."
Hm, that was one detail she hadn't known, that he and Tony Stark had attended the same school. Her face didn't mask her surprise, and Natalie smiled indulgently. "Well, it's up to you, but whatever you want, malyshka."
She stepped back a pace to straighten her dress, then his shirt, laughing when she tried to refasten his sleeves. "I think your cufflinks have mutinied, baby. But don't even bother, rolled-up sleeves is such a hot look for you." Even with that fascinating metal arm.
"No one is going to see anyway," Bucky says. Normally he would put his jacket back on in order to hide his arm but there's no point when they're not going to go back to the party and they're going to get the car and head home. He kisses Natalie's forehead and wraps his arm around her possessively before leading her back to the elevator they'd come up on.
"It's going to be a long ride for me, though," Bucky says softly. "Because I'm going to be thinking about you the whole way back. It'll take forever."
Not too surprising, that this brilliant executive recluse had his own private elevator to and from the garage, right across from the doors they'd exited from the main floor. Natasha just filed all of it away, taking precise mental notes of all pertinent details, along with a few that weren't so necessary.
Such as how deliciously gorgeous her client was, jacket slung over his left shoulder while they waited for the elevator. That rebellious lock of dark hair that continued to spill over his forehead and into his right eye. The man himself was walking pornography; tall, thick, muscled - why the hell was he paying for a woman to show him affection?!
Tapping fingers against her clutch, Natalie smiled softly, resolutely pulling her mind back to her job, and said, "Mmm, it won't be so bad. It wasn't a long ride over here, so it shouldn't be so long back, right?"
"Yeah but on the way over here I wasn't this turned on," Bucky says. His voice is low and a little rough and he's pretty sure he didn't intend to be this desperate but he is. There's nothing he can do about that, though, and Natalie probably intended for him to be exactly like this. He's got to stop thinking about it like a date.
Except it did feel like a date, a lot like a date, only he knew that he'd do a good job going in. There hadn't been the fear of not being liked, not as much as it'd been the other few times he's tried to date.
"So it's going to take twice as long to get back."
She couldn't help but chuckle, sliding over to put her arms around him as they descended to the parking garage. "So kiss me on the way down, and it'll go by a lot faster." More than a suggestion, since she tugged him down before he could respond.
When the elevator doors finally slid open, it was to groping hands and questing mouths, the lithe redhead in Bucky's arms impatiently tugging at his fine linen shirt and she'd shoved him back against the carriage wall in her haste. But Natalie did let him go, albeit with a sinful little giggle, and resolutely slid into the leather seat as the chauffer opened the door.
Bucky is more than happy to slide into the car alongside her and when he does, he presses close and doesn't leave space between them the way he'd intended to on the way over. He feels more comfortable now after a little champagne and kissing and he thinks things are going well.
"Hopefully the drive doesn't take as long as I think it will," he teases, smiling at her. The smiles are coming easier now, too, and he is glad for that. It's been a long time since he's felt like this with anyone. He reaches for one of Natalie's hands with his right.
The drive didn't, mainly because she refused to keep her hands off of him until they pulled up in front of the brownstone. Natalie didn't give her client any time whatsoever to ponder his PTSD, tugging him right into the house and resolutely closing and locking the door behind them.
"Upstairs?" It wasn't necessarily a question, since she was already out of her shoes and was peeling him - again - out of his jacket, and personally unfastening those damnable cufflinks so that they caused no more problems tonight.
Hurriedly slipping his shirt buttons out of their holes, Natalie smirked up at her gorgeous new lover. "You can carry me upstairs, James, if you want." A wicked little gleam lit her eye. "I think it'd be hot as hell, being carried off to bed by a hunk like you."
It's not something he would have done on his own, carry her up, but now that Natalie has suggested it, Bucky thinks he can't do anything but carry her upstairs. He shrugs out of his shirt and leaves it on the floor before unzipping Natalie's dress to leave it there in the entryway. He's a little shocked she has literally nothing under it but a wisp of lace but he guesses he should have expected that.
"Arms around my neck, then," he says, sliding his arm around her to lift her into his arms. She's light and he has the overwhelming need to protect her even though this isn't a real relationship or anything. He's just drawn to her - more than he should be for someone he's just met.
He takes the stairs quickly, almost two at a time, and once they're in his room he sets her down gently on the bed. "I don't think I've ever carried a woman to bed before. I kinda liked it."
The pins had come loose from her hair, leaving long curls to cascade down over pure, pale skin. Natalie gave her head a little toss, scattering scarlet everywhere, but she didn't hesitate to pull Bucky right down with her, stretching out beneath his long frame with envious ease.
"Me, too," she told him with a wicked little smile. "And the women of the world don't know what they're missing," she grinned, running both of her hands over his bare shoulders and down his arms, both of them. "Lucky me, da?"
Then she tugged him down for another torrid, heated kiss, squirming beneath him. He still wore his slacks, but clever little hands worked between them to unfasten and unzip, brazenly shoving the expensive fabric down and over his hips. "Get naked," Natalie breathed between wet, messy kisses. "Hurry, baby...hurry."
"All right, all right," Bucky says. Natalie's hands are all over him and it's been so long that he just wants to bask in it. He yanks his slacks and underwear off and pulls off his socks (a feat, on his back) and kicks them over the edge of the bed. He's already hard and has been since he was kissing her in the office and he closes his eyes and lets out a low moan.
"Shit, okay, you feel so good." Normally he's more eloquent but he can barely think with her on top of him and he feels so good that he forgets about his left hand for a moment and grabs her ass with both hands, pulling her flush to him so she can feel just how much he wants her.
She squealed when rough hands grabbed her ass, the sound followed by a sultry giggle which became a low moan as she ground against his throbbing cock, trapped between their tightly pressed bodies. "--mmmm, Jameshard..." Natalie rocked back and forth, small hands planted firmly on Bucky's chest as she rode him; she was already hot and wet, all but aching to have him inside of her.
"Use that hand," she suggested, coiling her fingers around his left wrist and giving it a light tug, pressing metal fingers against hot, slick skin. "Let me ride those fingers, baby...ohh..." Lithe hips bucked, her head fell back, and perfect breasts gently bounced with her sinful movements. Natalie whined, low in her throat, pushing that fascinating hand deeper between her legs.
It happens so quickly that Bucky doesn't really have a chance to react before Natalie has his left hand between her legs and not the right. Maybe it isn't romantic or normal or anything like that but it's his natural reaction to jerk it away and pull away a little himself.
"No. Not that hand. I can't feel anything with it and...no. Just no."
God, he's fucked this up and he paid for it. You're not supposed to be able to fuck it up if you pay for it, are you?
It surprised her when he jerked away so abruptly, but perhaps he wasn't as quite as comfortable with the prosthetic as he'd seemed. No matter. Natalie tossed her head, took a breath, and smiled regardless.
"It's fine, James. Don't worry about it, da?"
Sensing his withdrawal, she smoothly slid to one side, stretching out beside him and propping her head on a hand. "We'll do whatever you want to do, baby," she assured him with a benign smile. "You're the client, so it's my job to make you happy."
It takes him a few moments to get his head back in the game but then Bucky rolls Natalie under him to kiss her. He loves to kiss, honestly, and it doesn't take him long to get warmed up enough to grip her hip and try to pull her thigh over his own hip with his left hand.
He's not all right with using his left hand between her thighs yet, no, but he is okay using it in this way since she's indicated she more than doesn't mind it.
Natalie went willingly to her back, more than willing to have Bucky Barnes between her legs, and she kissed him back, just as eager. The leg he grasped rose at his touch, winding over his hip and once more settling him right where he needed to be.
Licking at his mouth, sliding her tongue against his, the sinuous redhead kissed him over and over, moaning into the damp heat between them. When they parted to gasp for breath, it was a smirked grin on her lips, arms around him and her lithe body rolling beneath his. "...wanna fuck me, baby?" Brazen, but he'd paid for it. "I want you to, malyshka...mmmm, fuck me so hard..."
"You don't wanna come first?" Bucky asks, genuinely wanting the answer. Maybe he paid for this but he wants it to be real and he wants any woman he's with to feel good when she's with him. It's not right if she doesn't.
"Cause I kinda want you to come first," he admits. Maybe it's a little shyer than it needs to be but it's easier to roll again so she's on top of him and he can get his hand where it needs to be.
Jesus H. Christ, what was wrong with the collective human species, that this man was still single? Never mind her secondary mission, her primary goal was so bizarre that she could hardly believe it. Most men, she knew, would have had her facedown on the bed, ass in the air, grunting like gorillas as they plowed her deep, giving no thought whatsoever to her pleasure, and this millionaire with a prosthetic arm was begging her to use him for her own climax. Begging.
"Surreal" didn't even begin to cover it.
Back astride his thick frame, Natalie tossed her head and sat up, again, amusement quirking her mouth as she gazed down at her panting lover, the earnestness in those blue eyes more than a little touching. Instead of talking, she simply began to rock back and forth on his hand - the right one, this time - biting her lower lip when those thick, rough fingers slid just right, and unable to help a soft little moan as her head fell back, spilling long scarlet curls over pale shoulders.
"Come for me," Bucky says, his voice low and rough. This is more important to him than coming for himself, honestly, because this is the kind of man he is. This is what he wants when he's with a woman; he wants to be the architect of her pleasure more than he wants his own.
"Come for me, Natalie." He moves his fingers faster, trying to find the rhythm that's going to get her there so he can feel her clenching around his cock. He won't let go until he feels it.
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"We went to school together, it's not like I can't call him up to play in the garage on Saturday when I feel like it," Bucky explains. "He'll probably be sad I won't be doing that this weekend since I'm otherwise occupied."
Bucky drops another kiss on her lips. "I think we should go back home now."
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She stepped back a pace to straighten her dress, then his shirt, laughing when she tried to refasten his sleeves. "I think your cufflinks have mutinied, baby. But don't even bother, rolled-up sleeves is such a hot look for you." Even with that fascinating metal arm.
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"It's going to be a long ride for me, though," Bucky says softly. "Because I'm going to be thinking about you the whole way back. It'll take forever."
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Such as how deliciously gorgeous her client was, jacket slung over his left shoulder while they waited for the elevator. That rebellious lock of dark hair that continued to spill over his forehead and into his right eye. The man himself was walking pornography; tall, thick, muscled - why the hell was he paying for a woman to show him affection?!
Tapping fingers against her clutch, Natalie smiled softly, resolutely pulling her mind back to her job, and said, "Mmm, it won't be so bad. It wasn't a long ride over here, so it shouldn't be so long back, right?"
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Except it did feel like a date, a lot like a date, only he knew that he'd do a good job going in. There hadn't been the fear of not being liked, not as much as it'd been the other few times he's tried to date.
"So it's going to take twice as long to get back."
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When the elevator doors finally slid open, it was to groping hands and questing mouths, the lithe redhead in Bucky's arms impatiently tugging at his fine linen shirt and she'd shoved him back against the carriage wall in her haste. But Natalie did let him go, albeit with a sinful little giggle, and resolutely slid into the leather seat as the chauffer opened the door.
"Get in," she urged. "Let's get outta here, da?"
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"Hopefully the drive doesn't take as long as I think it will," he teases, smiling at her. The smiles are coming easier now, too, and he is glad for that. It's been a long time since he's felt like this with anyone. He reaches for one of Natalie's hands with his right.
"You look beautiful."
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"Upstairs?" It wasn't necessarily a question, since she was already out of her shoes and was peeling him - again - out of his jacket, and personally unfastening those damnable cufflinks so that they caused no more problems tonight.
Hurriedly slipping his shirt buttons out of their holes, Natalie smirked up at her gorgeous new lover. "You can carry me upstairs, James, if you want." A wicked little gleam lit her eye. "I think it'd be hot as hell, being carried off to bed by a hunk like you."
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"Arms around my neck, then," he says, sliding his arm around her to lift her into his arms. She's light and he has the overwhelming need to protect her even though this isn't a real relationship or anything. He's just drawn to her - more than he should be for someone he's just met.
He takes the stairs quickly, almost two at a time, and once they're in his room he sets her down gently on the bed. "I don't think I've ever carried a woman to bed before. I kinda liked it."
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"Me, too," she told him with a wicked little smile. "And the women of the world don't know what they're missing," she grinned, running both of her hands over his bare shoulders and down his arms, both of them. "Lucky me, da?"
Then she tugged him down for another torrid, heated kiss, squirming beneath him. He still wore his slacks, but clever little hands worked between them to unfasten and unzip, brazenly shoving the expensive fabric down and over his hips. "Get naked," Natalie breathed between wet, messy kisses. "Hurry, baby...hurry."
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"Shit, okay, you feel so good." Normally he's more eloquent but he can barely think with her on top of him and he feels so good that he forgets about his left hand for a moment and grabs her ass with both hands, pulling her flush to him so she can feel just how much he wants her.
"Gotta get you off first though."
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"Use that hand," she suggested, coiling her fingers around his left wrist and giving it a light tug, pressing metal fingers against hot, slick skin. "Let me ride those fingers, baby...ohh..." Lithe hips bucked, her head fell back, and perfect breasts gently bounced with her sinful movements. Natalie whined, low in her throat, pushing that fascinating hand deeper between her legs.
"--baby, ohh-ohh-da-da-da-baby-yeah-mmmmm-da-!"
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"No. Not that hand. I can't feel anything with it and...no. Just no."
God, he's fucked this up and he paid for it. You're not supposed to be able to fuck it up if you pay for it, are you?
"I don't want to use my left hand like that."
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"It's fine, James. Don't worry about it, da?"
Sensing his withdrawal, she smoothly slid to one side, stretching out beside him and propping her head on a hand. "We'll do whatever you want to do, baby," she assured him with a benign smile. "You're the client, so it's my job to make you happy."
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He's not all right with using his left hand between her thighs yet, no, but he is okay using it in this way since she's indicated she more than doesn't mind it.
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Licking at his mouth, sliding her tongue against his, the sinuous redhead kissed him over and over, moaning into the damp heat between them. When they parted to gasp for breath, it was a smirked grin on her lips, arms around him and her lithe body rolling beneath his. "...wanna fuck me, baby?" Brazen, but he'd paid for it. "I want you to, malyshka...mmmm, fuck me so hard..."
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"Cause I kinda want you to come first," he admits. Maybe it's a little shyer than it needs to be but it's easier to roll again so she's on top of him and he can get his hand where it needs to be.
"Please?"
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"Surreal" didn't even begin to cover it.
Back astride his thick frame, Natalie tossed her head and sat up, again, amusement quirking her mouth as she gazed down at her panting lover, the earnestness in those blue eyes more than a little touching. Instead of talking, she simply began to rock back and forth on his hand - the right one, this time - biting her lower lip when those thick, rough fingers slid just right, and unable to help a soft little moan as her head fell back, spilling long scarlet curls over pale shoulders.
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"Come for me, Natalie." He moves his fingers faster, trying to find the rhythm that's going to get her there so he can feel her clenching around his cock. He won't let go until he feels it.