Bucky Barnes X Reader Clingy Novels & Stories

Slowly, deliberately, I started crawling toward him, the thick maroon fibers barely a comfort against the fire licking at my skin. His storm-gray eyes followed every movement, tracking each shift of my limbs, every shaky breath. And when I finally reached him, level with his knees, he leaned in, elbows resting on his thighs. A hand caught my jaw, fingers gripping, holding me in place. "You know what, Bunny?" His voice was low, restrained, dangerous. A shiver ran down my spine. "If I'd known you were this good at crawling, I'd have made you do it every fucking day."

“Look at them, Bunny.” I do. Rick’s jaw ticks, his gaze low and unreadable. Jaxon looks like he’s ready to stand and take me himself. Jace grins against my skin, satisfied. “Good. Now they know exactly what they can’t have.” He finally presses his fingers to my heat, slow and deliberate, the contact making my knees buckle. He catches me, forcing my hips to grind down against his thigh. The friction sends shockwaves through me, my breath breaking into uneven gasps.

As he continued to touch me, I felt his fingers start to touch around my folds, and felt a finger enter me. “Do you like that, baby? Goddess, you're so tight,” he asked as he sat back up on his knees, looking down at me withering beneath his touches. “Benji, taste her…” he ordered with Benji quickly moving to put his mouth on my clit, the feeling of him sucking on it, while Bronx pumped his finger in and out of me while palming his own arousal was driving me insane. My moans were covered by Baylor’s mouth as his hand palmed and tweaked my breasts. I could feel my climax growing deep in my stomach, threatening to burst at any moment.

“Except, maybe, pick a movie that you don’t like.” “I haven’t seen any movies in quite a while.” She admitted. “You like the Avengers series?” He asked starting the movie again. “I like Ironman. He’s hot.” She admitted. Chuckling he put an arm around her shoulders. “My little sister is obsessed with Bucky. She has a thing for the bad boy type.” “Growing up in the club does that.” Taz admitted as she snuggled in against his side. A little later, they heard Priscilla knocking on her door. She felt a little guilty. But just a little. After a few minutes, the girl gave up and walked away. Taz started to get up.

I wished he could read between the lines and pick up on cues. “Maybe you need to be more open with him about your boundaries,” Jenna suggested, “because men are a little slow.” “He’s kinda like a golden retriever.” Aubrey stroked her chin. Alex scoffed. “More like a psychotic Chihuahua.” Jenna laughed while I rolled my eyes at the two of them bickering with each other. Marcus approached us slowly, and I broke away from the girls to walk toward him. He opened his arms, which I wasn’t expecting. I gave him an awkward hug, pulling away quickly.

Shame and raw lust twist together in my belly, making my clit pulse harder. Zephyr steps closer, his bare chest brushing my breasts as he slips a sleek black card into my trembling hand. His fingers linger, tracing my palm slowly, teasingly. “Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better, Bunny.” He murmurs, voice low and filthy against my ear. “But we both know this tight little body is going to ache for us soon. You’ll come back. You’ll beg for all four of us to ruin you again.” He pulls back with a wicked grin, his eyes promising every filthy thing that I’m trying to deny.

And I wanted his dick buried so deep inside of me, I wouldn’t know where I ended and he began. Sighing, I made my way to Cracker, who was the only one with a bottle of water instead of a beer. She was sitting in a little reading nookie that she’d claimed as her own, where Steel, who was at the bar with Bunny and Knives, could still keep an eye on her. The second I approached her, she looked up from her book, and a wide smile crept across her lips. “Hi,” she greeted me and put the book down. “How are you doing?”

My body is clenching so tightly around him. I’m already on the edge. Frantic for release. And I can’t wait any longer. “Don’t do it, Bunny,” Knox warns, reading the signs in my body. “Don’t you dare cum.” “Please,” I gasp, “please, please—” He slaps my ass, hard, the sting sharp. I cry out. That ass is definitely going to be sore later. But I don’t care. I want it sore. I want to feel this later. Tomorrow. All week.

His shirt clung to his chest like a second skin, veins pulsing, his muscles tense as if he was barely holding himself back from striking. And gods help me, I stared again. Not at his face. At his chest. I felt heat color my cheeks. My inner voice said yet again. “Yup. That’s your type.” I shook my head, biting my cheeks so hard to snap out of it. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to recover. “And so what?” I said louder this time. “You always mark your furniture by scaring people off it? Or is this just your way of flirting?”

CHAPTER 64: A woman to be claimed The world seemed to tilt as Zachary's mouth claimed mine again, harder this time, his hand sliding into my hair, angling my head back so he could deepen the kiss, then his hot lips trailed lower, leaving open mouthed kisses along my neck. My fingers trembled where they clutched feverishly at his shirt. And then I wasn’t just clutching at fabric anymore, I was pulling it open, eager to feel the familiar hard muscles under my fingers. Buttons scattered as I succeeded and pushed the offending material off his shoulders.