She turned around, sat down, leaned back on her hands and spread her legs for me, her bedroom eyes inviting me in between them. Fuck that never got old.
I made my way onto the bed, sliding my hands up her legs as I drew closer.
"I love your delicious thighs," I said, lowering my head to kiss and suck on her inner thighs, knowing she loved being touched there.
Sure enough, she reacted readily, her fingers once again getting tangled in my hair.
"You know your way around my body too well," she said, breathless.
"I love your perfect round ass," I said, lifting her ass off the bed to kiss her cheeks one at a time.
She let out a little yelp, surprised at the sudden movement. I set her down and pulled her towards me by her thighs, our eyes locking, the moment charged with potential.
"What else do you love?" she asked, baiting me into saying something.
"Your huge jugs," I said cheekily, earning a little giggle which turned into a whimper as I grabbed her breasts, squeezed them together and sucked on each of her nipples greedily. "I really love these," I said, sensing the tension in her body.
She was nervous again, like some major event was about to happen and I hadn't fucked her six ways to Sunday by now.
"And?" she insisted, grabbing my already throbbing hard dick and jacking me off, like she couldn't help herself.
If I weren't already on my knees, her fist around my dick would have done it.
"Why is that so much better when you do it?" I said with a drunken sigh.
"What else do you love, Scott?" she insisted, her lustful eyes alternating between my face and watching my dick in her relentless hand, right above her pussy.
"Your soft lips. Angelic face. Fucking love and I mean love your tight, wet, little pussy," I said, laying my mouth on hers as I groaned and pumped my dick into her hand.
I laid her down on her back, thinking about the first time I took her to bed and all the things left unsaid between us that day. It was so obvious to me now that I was in love with her already. Touching her didn't just mean something. It was everything. That's why I just couldn't help myself.
Far too turned on to keep watching her hungrily stare at my dick as she played it, I took it from her and pinned her hands above her head.
She pouted like a little girl whose play time was over, looking so frustrated beneath me. My drunken brain was missing some important detail.
"I love all of you, Stace. Your commanding voice. Your melodic laugh. Your brilliant mind. Your warm eyes. Silky hair. Cute little nose. Rosy cheeks. Heart of gold. Being the envy of every man, because everyone loves you. The way you fit with me so perfectly. I love you, Stacy," I said, looking into her icy blues as I bared my soul to her, not knowing what else I could offer her.
My heart along with the rest of my body was hers to do with as she pleased. Had she changed her mind? Did she not feel the same way about me anymore? Why the fuck was she crying?
"About fucking time. I thought I was hearing things out there. I've been dying to hear it again," she said through sobs, before she raised her head and pressed her lips against mine, her body finally relaxing beneath me.
Maybe this was the wrong thing to do right after saying I love you, but I was so relieved she still wanted to hear it come out of my mouth that I grabbed my dick and plunged deep into her waiting wet pussy.
She let out a muffled moan into my mouth and I groaned alongside her. Fuck her pussy felt good to be inside again. Welcoming. Accepting. So damn wet and tight.
"I love you so much, Stacy," I said, nuzzling and kissing her neck as I waited for her to adjust to the dick I'd just shoved into her.
I pulled back, realized the crying hadn't stopped and panicked.
"What's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?" I asked, the scotch making me say stupid shit I wouldn't be brave enough to say otherwise.
"Stupid. Idiot," she said with a sniffle. "Of course I want you. I love you, you big dummy. I will never not want you, Scott Brady."
"Then you will be my princess tonight," I said, pulling back to start thrusting into her. "I'll give you a lifetime of I love yous."
And I did. I rocked gently in and out of her, keeping my body pressed up against hers the whole time. Kissing her over and over. Only stopping to tell her how desperately I loved her again and again until my throat was hoarse from saying it. She cried the whole time, every so often assuring me that she was happy, wanted more and that she loved me too. Begging me not to stop touching her. Moving inside her.
It was quiet and gentle, much like the way I fell in love with her. Nothing like the way we fucked once we realized what we were to each other, but overwhelming and beautiful in its own way. Exactly right for the moment she heard those three little words. For the first time I said them. It felt like it would last forever and I really wished it could have, but when she moaned my name in that special way before she told me I was about to make her come, I wanted that for her too. Like the perfect lover she deserved, I ignored the excitement rising up inside me and waited to come with her. When her walls crushed my dick, I let myself thrust into her deep and hard, releasing into her.
"I love you, baby," I said, my forehead pressed up against hers as we watched and felt the world erupt for each other. "We were never a mistake, not to me and I'm so sorry if I made you feel that way even for a second."
She kissed me lovingly, waiting for us both to be more composed before she said, "I love you too. I'm sorry for saying you treated us like we were a mistake. I was scared. I didn't mean it. Every moment with you, exactly the way it went down, even just being your friend for seven years and waiting all that time to have you fuck me like I deserved, was exactly what I needed at the time. You were worth the wait. You're the only thing I ever did right, Scott. Please understand why I have to do this. I get where Jenny's coming from. If anything ever happened to you, I would burn the world to the ground trying to avenge you. I'd sell my soul to keep you safe."
"I understand," I said, forgiving her in my heart for the way she was wreaking havoc with it. "I don't like it, but I get it. You should know though, no matter what happens tomorrow, I will never let you go."
Had I known then that I'd be waking up alone in that hotel bed the next morning, I might not have made such a bold declaration. By the time I woke up, she was already gone. Once again, everything hurt like a bitch, only it was so much worse than before and it had nothing to do with the killer hangover I had.
My heart ached like someone had ripped it out and stomped on it. It felt like my soul was bleeding. I cursed myself for getting wasted last night. She spent all night moaning my name, that much I knew, but everything else was a blur. My last memories with her were a drunken mess.
"No fucking way is that going to be the last memory she has of me," I said, searching for my pants so I could grab my phone to call Kenny.
"How did last night go? Marlene said not to come home if I didn't know," said a nosy Kenny, jumping straight in when he answered the phone.
"I need another favor," I said, dismissing his inquisitiveness as I held onto my pounding head.
"Now what? Some of us aren't on leave and actually have work you know," said Kenny.
"Screw work. Get your ass over here. Bring aspirin and a suit for the fucking nightmare of a wedding I'll be attending today," I said, pissed at myself for ever thinking for a moment that she and Jeff were right and I shouldn't go.
"That was fast," I said to myself when the knock on the door came ten minutes later.
In my haste to get going, I didn't question it. I opened the door without thinking, only to find Jeff on my doorstep.
"Get cozy. We're going to be here all day," he said, pushing past me to get into the room.
My first instinct was to bolt, but the second I tried stepping out of the room, two agents stone walled me.
Fuck me once again for getting drunk. I should have known she wouldn't just leave. Not without making sure Jeff held up his end of the deal.
"Fuck how prepared she is," I said with a sigh, closing the door behind me.
"Fancy suite," said Jeff, sitting down and putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Why didn't you send someone else to hold me hostage? This is the biggest day of your career, remember?" I asked, folding my arms.
"Is that really what you think this is about?" Jeff asked. "I'm exactly where I need to be. Whatever happens today, happens. If she fails to come back, so much the better."
I wanted to sucker punch him for saying that to me, but I kept my cool. The hangover was enough of a handicap as it was. If I was going to get out of here, I couldn't be angry. I had to be smart. Smarter than three FBI agents. Ironically, the person I wanted to talk to about that was the one that had put me in this position in the first place.
Did he think he was the only one that could say triggering things? Let's go, Jeff.
"Alright Jeff, you want to get cozy? Let's get cozy. What the fuck makes a grown ass, married man, a father, fuck someone that's not his wife in
front of his teenage son?" I asked, the question I had been holding on to for years slipping out of me