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You nearly dropped your gaze when Steve moved forward, the intensity in his eyes making you shiver. He didn't just walk. He stalked toward you like a predator. Lucky for him, his partner already had you caught in their trap. As if you would have tried to escape.
"We… what?" you asked, not a single ounce of smoothness rolling from your tongue. Mind-blowing orgasms did tend to shut your mind off briefly and when was the last time you came the way Bucky made you?
The smirk on Steve's face only grew as he got closer. "I told you not to break her."
"Maybe I'm just that good," Bucky smirked back.
That snapped you out of it enough to playfully glare at them. The affection in their tone wrapped around you like a warm blanket. "It takes more than that to break me."
The blonde hummed as he took his spot beside the brunette, who was still inside you. "How many to make you shatter?" he asked, gently gripping your chin.
No one ever looked at you like they wanted to devour you until you met them. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”
“Buck, why don’t you get cleaned up?” Steve suggested, not taking his eyes off you.
“Fuck that,” Bucky replied, exhaling as he slowly pulled out of you. Your walls clenched around nothing, empty and aching. “I’ll get dressed, but no point in washing up when I’m getting my dick soaked the moment everyone leaves.”
You smiled before you could stop yourself. “You say that like it’s a sure thing.”
Bucky gripped Steve’s wrist, turning your face toward him. “You said you’d be ours. Or was that just talk?”
A flash of fear flickered in his eyes and you wondered what exactly he was afraid of. Did he think it was the heat of the moment that made you agree? “We have a lot to talk about, but I said I’m yours. I don’t give my word lightly.”
Both smiled as Bucky dropped his hand, your words making the tension vanish. “That’s our girl,” he said fondly, giving you a soft kiss before he fixed his underwear. “You two have fun.”
Steve chuckled as his friend left the kitchen. “You scared him, sweetheart.”
“I scared him?” you asked incredulously. Could you actually frighten either of them?
“You have no idea the hold you have on us, do you?” he questioned, his grip still gentle on your chin.
Your heart thudded in your chest, suddenly vulnerable even though you were naked on the countertop. What could you say to that? “I…”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighed, leaning in to kiss you. While his gaze was heated and full of fire, his lips brushed yours delicately. He inhaled your breath as your lips parted, gently coaxing your tongue into his waiting mouth. His hand left your chin as he deepened it, sliding down to palm your breast.
“Steve,” you breathed as his thumb brushed your nipple.
“Wanted you for so long,” he admitted, his lips sweeping over your neck. “Woke up hard today just thinking about you.”
He took your hand and guided it toward the front of his jeans, letting you palm him. Feeling his covered length made your throat go dry. Your walls clenched again, needing to be filled. You had a taste of Bucky and he was addicting. You knew you’d have the same craving with Steve.
“But first…” he groaned, both hands moving to your knees and pushing your legs apart. “Let me see what a mess he made of you.”
“Fuck…” you whimpered when he dipped down.
“Language,” he said in a stern tone, surprising you. “It does sound sexy. Not as sexy as my name will be though.”
The confident smirk suited him as he opened your legs even more. You trembled beneath his hands as he focused on your twitching hole. “Look at that,” he said in awe, his fingertip brushing your lips. You whimpered at the thought of him making a bigger mess of you. “When I have more time, I’m going to eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal. You’ll be begging for my cock long before I’ve had my fill.”
“Please,” you begged. Their mouths were made for sin and you wanted nothing more than to commit every single one with them.
“Tempting,” he whispered as he stood back up, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it. “But I have something else in mind.”
He gripped your hips and pulled you toward him, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your nipples rubbed against his chest as he carried you to the living room. “Not the bedroom?”
“Buck may be upset if I have you in a bed first. That’s for all three of us.”
Your heart swelled a bit. From the banter you saw between Bucky and Steve, it was clear that their bond ran deep. They looked out for each other. It made you wonder how you were going to fit into their world. But that talk would come soon enough.
Instead of taking you to the sofa, Steve helped you put your feet on the ground. Your legs felt a bit wobbly, having to grip his arms to keep from collapsing. Bucky really did fuck some of your basic functions out of you, didn’t he?
Waiting until you were stable, the blonde grabbed a pillow and tossed in on the floor. He cupped your face, his mouth strong and tender as he gave you a hungry kiss. “Hands and knees.”
His eyes locked on yours and you nearly crumbled. The drop in his voice alone made you wet all over again. You reluctantly pulled away, complying as you turned and sank to the floor. Your knees rested on the pillow, making you smile. He thought enough to make sure you were somewhat comfortable.
“You wet for me, sweetheart?” he asked, hearing him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Was it the mere sound of it that was arousing or was it just him? “Are you ready for my cock?”
“I’m ready, Steve. Please,” you promised, looking over your shoulder as he moved behind you. He hadn’t bothered undressing and that made it even hotter. Your eyes zeroed in on his cock and, like when you saw Bucky’s, you trembled at the sight. You needed him inside you.
“Bucky already filled your beautiful cunt. You need me to fill you, too?”
“Yes,” you moaned as his hands caressed your ass, your head falling a bit when they moved to your hips. “Steve, please.”
He aligned his cock, your pussy latching on as he pushed the head in. “Fuck…” he moaned, slowly sliding home.
“Steve?” you asked when he sheathed you, not moving right away. You tried to push back against him, but the hold on your hips was ironclad.
“Let me savor this before I destroy you.”
You whimpered as he held you still, but you didn’t argue. Even as you pulsed around him in anticipation. Seconds continued to pass before you finally felt him start to pull out. You clamped down when he almost slid out completely just to have him slam back in. The force of it made you keen.
“You better hold on, sweetheart,” he warned, his fingers digging in as he set a relentless rhythm.
Your wet walls fluttered with each stretch, your breath leaving your lungs in ragged breaths. You tried to hold on, but you could only enjoy the ride as he pulled you back to meet his demanding thrusts. They had you mewling as he kept burying himself to the hilt.
“Knew you could take us. Knew you were made for us.”
Menaces. Trouble. Gods. Bucky ruined part of you when he took you apart in the kitchen. Now Steve had you on your hands and knees, tearing you to pieces. You thought it would take more for you to shatter.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Be as loud as you want. Let Bucky hear it. Bet he’s hard, wishing he was back inside you.”
Your pussy sucked him in deeper than you thought possible, letting all of your sounds out. The hot and needy feeling they brought out of you was something you never wanted to deny again. And the image of Bucky in the doorway or around the corner, his hand running over his cock just from your sounds. “Steve, fuck!”
“That mouth again. Going to look beautiful stuffed with my cock,” he grunted, pounding into you. “Drenching me. Does that get you hot? Thinking about my cock in your mouth? His cock spilling down your throat?”
You swore you heard Bucky groan in the over the sounds of your own cries. “Yes! I want it,” you admitted shamelessly. You wanted every hole ruined by them.
You gasped as he stretched over you, his mouth brushing your shoulder. “That’s my good girl,” he said against your skin. “You tell us what you need and we’ll give it to you.”
Your eyes burned as you began to spiral, your warmth clenching tighter and tighter. He wasn’t just talking about sex and that made your heart leap into your throat. “Please.”
“I said ‘tell’. What do you need?”
His pace increased, the throbbing in your core almost overwhelming. “I need to come!”
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream when his finger slid over your clit. “That’s my good girl. Come for me,” he growled in your ear.
Your orgasm ripped through you, just as powerful as the first. Your body went up in flames as you spasmed around him, reduced to a whimpering mess. Before you could finish riding it out, he withdrew from your body and put you on your back. You were still whimpering when he opened your legs and slid back in.
“Need to see you,” he groaned, his thrusts deep and quick. Through the haze, you could see how beautiful he looked. It took a second to lift your hand, bringing it to his cheek as he chased his end. He turned his head and kissed your palm, his eyes not leaving yours as he groaned out his release. The feel of him spilling into your already coated walls was everything.
Your body was limp beneath his, both of you panting as you stared at each other. His eyes went soft as he leaned down, lovingly brushing his lips against yours. How could both of them take you like animals and kiss you after like you were something precious?
“I can’t move,” you whispered. You felt boneless, weightless.
Steve chuckled, wrapping his arms under your body to pull you close. Feeling his clothed body against your naked form was something out of a fantasy. “You don’t have to. Let me hold you and we’ll get ready in a few minutes.”
His lips brushed your forehead and you quickly shut your eyes. The emotions hit you square in the chest, unexpectedly. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sex and you slept with two men in a matter of minutes. Two wonderful, perfect men.
“Did I lose you?” Steve asked, his lips brushing over your eyelids. “Open your eyes, pretty girl. Please.”
“Please,” Bucky added, making you open them and move your head to the side. He was dressed with a drink in hand. His grin made your heart flutter. When did he walk in?
“There you are,” Steve said, touching your cheek and bringing your attention back to him. “Was it too much?”
He looked and sounded worried. You had to rectify that immediately. “No. It was perfect. Both of you are.”
Steve’s gaze was thoughtful, like he knew you had more to say. He also seemed to recognize how vulnerable you felt and didn’t push. Neither did Bucky. “Let’s get you something to drink. How does that sound?”
“That sounds nice,” you replied, exhaling when he moved out of your body. “Oh…” you said as his release leaked out of you and onto the pillow.
“Make sure Clint uses that pillow,” Bucky teased as Steve got up, still holding you in his arms.
“He’d probably like that,” Steve joked, sitting up and pulling you in his lap.
Bucky set the drink on the coffee table before he grabbed the blanket draped on the back of the sofa. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he wrapped it around you. Were they always swoonworthy?
“That’s…” you trailed off when he moved, getting a good look at the drink in front of you.
“Your favorite,” Bucky winked as he sat in the recliner.
“And we got your favorite snacks,” Steve added, wrapping his arms around you.
You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to keep up with everything that transpired. The quiet didn’t bother you. It felt… comfortable and right.
“You can talk to us if you want. We won’t bite,” Steve said after a minute.
“Unless you want us to,” Bucky smirked.
You giggled at the familiar flirting, the sound making all of you relax more. “I’m not used to this.”
“Not used to what?” Steve asked, one of his hands rubbing your back.
“Not used to not one, but two, amazing men showering me with attention,” you answered, smirking yourself. “And orgasms.”
“I’ll wake you each day with orgasms if you let me, doll. Sweetest breakfast I’ll ever taste,” Bucky said gruffly, his tongue poking out and licking his lips.
“Not if I get a taste first,” Steve said in your ear.
You closed your eyes, holding back the whimper that bubbled up. They were playing dirty. It wasn’t fair. “There’s only one of me.”
“More than enough to love,” Bucky said easily.
Love? Was he making a generalization or did it mean more? “It doesn’t bother you?”
“I think the question is… Does it bother you?” Steve pressed. “Does it bother you to think we want to share you?”
“No,” you said honestly. You didn't feel like a prize to them. “But you two are so close and I’m just-”
“You’re not just anything,” Bucky cut you off before you could put yourself down, leaning forward to get your drink. He handed it to Steve when you lifted your head. “We both care about you.”
“We care enough that if you only wanted one of us, we’d accept it,” Steve continued, bringing the drink to your lips.
You took a large sip, not wanting to drink it all down. You still needed a semi-clear head. “So, if I really only wanted to be with one of you. That would be it?”
Neither said anything as they looked at each, having a silent conversation. That bond again. They didn’t even have to speak to read each other. “Yes,” they spoke at the same time.
“Really?”
“Really? We care about you and want you happy,” Steve told you, making you smile gently. “And Buck and I want the same for one another. I know you’re good for him. He's good for you.”
“Just like you two are good for each other,” Bucky added.
You looked between them, wishing you could read their minds. “You two thought this out.”
“Steve is the man with a plan,” Bucky joked, leaning back in his chair.
“I don’t want to come between you. I won't be that person,” you blurted out. You felt like an idiot. You had the best sex of your life and you couldn’t just let it be.
Steve tilted your chin up, kissing you long and deep. It smothered anything else you had to say. “Buck, get over here.”
You hadn’t recovered from that kiss before Bucky turned your face toward him, his kiss just as loving and passionate. “You won’t come between us, doll,” he said against your lips.
They made it sound so simple. Maybe in their eyes it was. And you knew you’d have the support of your best friend. She respected people embracing what they wanted as long as no one got hurt. “Okay. We’ll continue this talk later. I should probably clean up before the others get here.”
“You’re not cleaning up,” Steve shook his head.
“I’m not?”
“You’re going to put your dress back on and stay nice and wet for us,” Bucky said as a matter-of-fact. “We even have a plug waiting for you, if you’re ready for that.”
“You…” you looked between them again. Both of them had shiteating grins on their handsome faces. “You have a plug for me?”
“We each do. What do you say, sweetheart? Think you can stay nice and plugged up before we really play tonight?”
Oh, you weren’t in trouble. You were in danger.