bakerstreet | Body Heat

Getting naked in a truck in a blizzard was probably a really dumb idea, but...

She looked down at him as he sat there, nudging her shirt up while he bared himself to her and she grinned. Her arms lifted up to let him get it up and over her head, and her bra was a matching black underneath. Jess was black on black on white, something she didn't pay much attention to because it was more fun right now to grind down a bit, to press her body against his as she leaned down to breathe a hot line of breath along the edge of his collarbone. Then she nipped him. "What else you plan on telling me, Barnes?"

Bucky inhaled sharply, his fingers flexing against her sides. He stared up at her for a few moments before he let his gaze drift down to her neck and collarbones, her black bra (unsurprising), and her toned stomach. His Vibranium hand was a stark contrast to her pale complexion.

"This is an incredibly smart idea," he said a little sarcastically, but the way he peered up at her contradicted his tone. It was a dumb idea. This was one of the dumbest ideas he'd had since he threw himself out of a plane without a chute.

He looked up at her. "Anywhere you don't want me to touch?"

Of course it was a dumb idea. It just made her want to do it more. Her lips moved up to his neck, teeth nipping at the pulse she saw there before she leaned back to look down at him. The question shouldn't be surprising, but it was. "No. You?" She had a feeling there'd be at least one, but she wasn't going to make assumptions.

Her hand was already skimming down to tug at the button of his jeans. The quicker she got them opened, the quicker she could get him out of them. Or at least, tugged down enough that they could get the nitty gritty parts out.

Besides, more of him to see wasn't a bad thing. She hadn't been lying when she'd said he was pretty.

The obvious answer was his arm. It was hard to shake off what had become a habit. He'd spent eight decades hating it, and now that he had a lighter arm with some sensation, he still felt that knee-jerk reaction to say he didn't want his arm to be touched.

But she'd made it clear that she wanted him to touch her with his hand. Worrying about touching her with a part of him that was undesirable was as dumb as what they were doing in this truck.

"My side," he said. Glancing down at his right side, he shook his head and exhaled. "Really ticklish."

Curling his hand around the side of the seat, he lifted his hips up and used his right to help tug his jeans over his ass.

"Ticklish?" Of all the things she'd expected, that hadn't been it. But he was lifting up and she was moving his jeans down, trying not to rip them in that need to get him naked. Well, not fully naked, but naked enough. She closed the distance between them when he lowered back down, lips on his and her hand moving down to wrap around his cock.

Jessica could be gentle when she wanted to be. She just often didn't. Even though they were half frozen in this truck and he had a way of pushing her buttons, she was careful with what her hand held, and she felt a heat pool low in the pit of her stomach at the feel of him. A sound of pure need was muffled against his lips as she kissed him.

Inhaling sharply, Bucky shifted and made a sound low in his throat. He parted his lips against hers, cupping the back of her head with his right hand and sliding his left along her back. His breathing grew heavier; briefly, he wondered if he was loud enough to alert those in the very tall and thick-walled warehouse that they were outside.

It felt so good to be touched. Bucky didn't want to jerk too much in his seat in case he ended up losing the warmth of her hand on his hardening cock, but he shifted his hips slightly in encouragement.

"Ticklish," he murmured against her mouth. What was also dumb was trying to carry on a conversation that held no weight. It was easier to not think if he did. "Embarrassingly."

"Yeah?" He was so damn responsive. She could feel the skin she held going from soft and limp to silky and hard. And hot. She gave him a testing stroke, that heat boiling over as her other hand slid up to his hair to grab, to steer his head so she could kiss him again. "I'll keep that in mind if I need you to put a little oomph in your step."

His voice in that low, distracted tone wasn't helping that tingling sensation fluttering through her. She licked at his lips, kissing him and dipping her tongue in, making it something that let out a little peek of just how damn hungry for him she was. "We have a clothing problem here, Barnes. My pants are in the way."

"Your fault for wearing pants," he murmured. But he reluctantly pulled back from her, licking his bottom lip as he peered down at the aforementioned pants. They were definitely going to pose a problem. As much as he liked her hand on his cock, he didn't want to be the only one getting warm and off.

Bucky cleared his throat as he reached down to roughly unbutton her jeans. His chest heaved as his skin felt aflame; he knew that pink she loved to note so much was colouring his cheeks.

With his fingers tucked firmly into the waistband, he said, "Up."

"Up?" She paused, looking at him as he tugged at her jeans, hoping he didn't plan on ripping them. Walking out of here bare-ass wasn't exactly a professional look. But that heat was impossible to ignore, and when she looked at him and saw the flush to his cheeks, she wasn't really sure she cared much.

"You know, I could always just turn around and sit in your lap..." The spoon method. But that wouldn't let her put her hands on him, or watch him, and she kind of really wanted to do that.

He peered up at her and shook his head. He didn't want that. That felt less than intimate, and considering where they were, the level of intimacy was at a 'make it or break it' level. He didn't particularly want this to be a moment where she wasn't looking at him.

"Or you could just take your boots and pants off," he said while curving the corner of his lip upward.

But he twisted, scrunching up his face as he peered over his shoulder. He pulled his left hand away from her and carefully elbowed the back of his seat hard. It groaned beneath the sharp jolt. "Maybe we just break this instead," he muttered as he elbowed it harder, the seat groaning and something inside of it breaking.

She saw what he was trying to do, moving to brace one hand on the side of the car, the other joining him in adding strength and pressure into breaking the stupid seat. Why did it need to be upright anyway? Clearly, it didn't. That groan of bending metal filled the air and they both fell in the aftermath of the seat slamming back into the backseat area.

Jess was grinning down at him, right hand moving down to tug at her boots. "Everything off, huh? That's a pretty big ask for a fuck in a truck. What if my toes get cold?" While saying this, she was still working on getting both boots off, then wriggling a bit to work her jeans and underwear down over her hips.

"Then you can rub them against my legs as payback," he said a little breathlessly. He shifted beneath her, trying to get comfortable on the now horizontal and broken seat. This truck had definitely seen better days.

With her hips now bared, Bucky palmed her hipbones, doing his best to try and help her even though he knew he wasn't going to be much help. He sat up and readjusted his legs, his feet hitting under the glove box. While she was busy with her underwear and jeans, he thought it was a good time to bow forward and mouth and lick at her abdomen.

The move caught her off guard, and she looked down at him with raised brows. "Since when did you become a cat?" She kicked off the rest of her pants, then moved to lay out over him, soaking in what heat she could as one knee drifted off the side of the seat into nothingness, and the other was wedged between him and the door. Not the best position, all things considered, but with what she had under her? Worth it.

Her hand moved back down between them, finding his cock and giving it another testing squeeze. Her ass was cold, her back was cold, but the air between them was heating up as she leaned in and stole a kiss.

Bucky moaned low in his throat and smiled against her mouth. He slid his left hand up her back as he tangled his other hand in her hair. This was definitely better than giving her a jacket while he froze his ass off, even though he knew that the truck would be ten times better if it was actually properly heated.

He wrapped his Vibranium arm around her to pull her closer to him, uncaring if it meant that her hand had to let go of his cock. As good as it felt to be touched and touched in that way, he also liked her pressed up against him—and her back felt a little cold, even to his metal fingers. No point in enjoying himself if she was still cold.

With no space left to maneuver her grip, she released him and instead focused on touching the rest of him. Bucky was... well. Hot. Hot and mostly naked and she could feel something clench between her thighs as she moved to press back down against him. The metal on his hand was chilled against her back, but in contrast to how warm his body was, she let it distract her from just sliding onto him and hurrying this along.

Even though maybe she should. But some weird, almost-forgotten part of her wanted to linger over this. To feel hands and lips and everything else. "You do know this would be way better on a bed."

"No shit," he murmured. Of all the places he's had sex in, a rundown truck outside of a warehouse while on a job was definitely new. An old man like him could apparently experience something different.

On his back against the broken seat, Bucky shifted slightly against the material. It wasn't the most comfortable place to lie down, but he figured it was better him than her. He'd slept standing up for years; this hardly should faze him, especially with Jessica Jones practically naked on top of him.

He rested his head against the seat and peered up at her with a cocked brow. Licking his bottom lip, he smiled lopsidedly and teased, "We can pause and wait for a bed if you want. Make sure it's silk sheets and the expensive shit. Light a few dozen candles."

She was propped up so one hand was on the seat beneath him, hair in a curtain that blocked out what light there was coming in from the window as she looked down at him with enough heat that he should feel it. "Do I look like some kind of... girl that likes to be fussed over?"

That was a no, James. And she was insulted. Enough so that she moved so that her body was pressing against his, groin lifted to let herself find the ridge of his erection to grind again. "I do not need to be coddled." Or wooed. Or romanced. She didn't trust it- or really understand it. Hard and dirty and rough, she knew. It made sense. Anything else was probably a lie.

He'd laugh if she wasn't grinding right on his dick. Bucky gritted his teeth and shifted roughly beneath her, wrapping his hands around her sides for something to hold onto. He panted and a sound came from his throat. She was wet and hot and it felt fucking good.

"Really?" he asked, still smiling lopsidedly. Even now, it was so easy to rile her up. If doing so meant that she pushed down against his cock like that, he felt inspired to keep it up. He stared up at her before he pinched her sides. "Don't even want a little bit of romance?"

She pointed a finger at him, poking his nose, then moved to reach down between them so when she lifted up, she could angle his cock up enough that the next press and grind down of her hips had him nudging at her- then sliding just a bit into her. "You even attempt to romance me and you may not live to regret it."

Sadly, she felt there was a little truth to those words. Everyone who tried wound up as a passed party. Even the ones she didn't like or engage in, like Ruben. A scowl was on her face as she moved her hips in a swirling roll, feeling him press further in, and she had to fight to keep that scowl in place. "I'll romance you with a fucking fist to your face."

His mouth dropped open when he felt the head of his cock push into her. He was grateful that she wasn't going to tease him until he swore that he'd never have any inclination to romance her, not even to try and get beneath her skin. His throat felt dry and tight, but he placed his hands on her hips and peered up at her and managed to look amused despite the pleasure he felt tightening in his gut.

He laughed. "So sexy," he joked. "I love it when women punch me in the face." Gripping her hips a little tightly, but not tight enough that his strength was felt, he encouraged her to rock her hips a little more. He wanted to sink a little further into the warmth of her cunt and feel the pressure of her hips against his in the broken seat.

Bucky peered up at her and inhaled sharply, but he didn't lose his smile. "You keep talkin' like this and I'm going to be proposing."

She knew what he was doing. It wasn't exactly subtle. But that was part of the game too, wasn't it? This intentional back and forth, this sniping that wasn't really, because how the hell do you frown at someone who's making all those crazy sensations fill your body? She couldn't, obviously. So she shut him up for a minute with a kiss, feeling that lift and press of his body as he lifted up, the way he filled her a little more as he did so. That not quite sting of her body stretching to accommodate him.

"Fuck," she mumbled out against his lips, feeling something shiver up through her as she started to rock her hips back to meet his. "You keep talking like that and I'm going to sew your stupid mouth shut. I have a needle and thread somewhere."

He laughed. Bucky held onto her hips and bucked his own up into her, ensuring not to be rough. While he suspected Jessica could easily take it, he didn't particularly understand his own strength when it came to this. And the last thing he wanted to do was bring her pain when she seemed to be enjoying herself.

"So this is a one time thing, then?" He curved the corners of his lip upward into a lopsided smile. Pushing his feet against the edge of the end of the seat, he bent his knees to try and give himself some momentum to rock up into her. "Because you seem to like my mouth a lot. Be a shame for you if it was all sewed up."

Jessica knew that struggle, but she'd had years longer to come to terms with what she could and couldn't do. It was what she could or couldn't take that was still up in the air, since she'd only had one other partner who had enhanced abilities before. But with that thrust upward, Bucky was emptying her mind of anything but the frigid air of the truck and the vivid blue of his eyes as he looked up at her.

That thrust up had her biting back a groan, her eyes closing for a moment before the opened to glower down at him. "I don't think you could keep up with me enough to make there be a second time," she grit out, now determined more than ever to make him come first so she could, effectively, 'win'. At least, win the discussion. She'd definitely lose in the orgasm department, but she was used to that.

"Uh huh."

Incredibly eloquent, Buck. But he stared up at her with his lips parted, his skin hot and clammy. He kept his grip on her hips light, not quite trusting himself and his strength. It didn't matter to him if she was durable; he still needed to come to terms with what his hands were and weren't capable of under his own choices.

While he wanted to quip back, Bucky felt it was best to act. Actions were always the way he communicated. Considering how well she liked that buck upwards, he did it again, pushing her hips down against him to drive his cock deeper inside of her. It didn't matter to him if he struggled to catch his own breath or that his moan seemed loud enough to make the truck quiver. All that mattered was that Jessica Jones was proven very, very wrong.

She'd gloat longer over that short reply if she weren't fighting to keep everything quiet while she rode him. He was moving up into her with a motion that was angled just right, and little flickers of electric pleasure were licking down through her.

Her breath mingled with his, forehead moving down to rest against his shoulder as she turned her head in towards the curve of his neck. She licked there, then bit, teeth making a mark as she squeezed her inner walls around his dick, a kegel that had her letting out a moan she barely caught in the back of her throat.

The truck was cold and cramped, but he was hot and right now, hers. It wouldn't last. It never did. But for one of the few times, this was good. So good. Even when she felt her knee slip and bang against the side of the seat, making her come down a bit more heavily on him.

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