Goodbyes
1554 Words
Jacob
I met up with Madaline and her girl. I must say she is hot. I can see why Madaline chose her. She's a fiery redhead with legs that go on for miles. She's of average build and has all the curves in the right places. If they weren't married to each other and just into the same s*x, I'd have them together. The thought made my d**k twitch in excitement. But, I've known Madaline since I began working for the FBI. She may be a flirt, but we all know our boundaries. Everyone knows she bats for the other team, but what's the harm in trying right?
Grady was so jealous of her when we both began working for her. He knew I was bi, and it bothered him a lot because he was a fully pledged gay guy and solely wanted my attention all on him.
She used to tease him and it aggravated him. She'd flirt with him on purpose just to get him riled up. It worked extremely well because he would pull me close to him and make sure she was watching the full PDA. She would just grin and shake her head at how pathetically jealous he was of her.
"Jacob.”
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Madaline smiling. I pulled myself up "Mady." I said, bringing her into a hug, forgetting her wife was beside her.
We pulled out of the hug. "Jacob, I'd like you to meet my wife Julie."
I looked at the pretty redhead next to her and went to greet her and got pulled into a hug. I guess she was a hugger just like Mady. "It's great to finally meet you, Jacob. I've heard a lot about you."
"All good, I hope."
She pulled away and smirked. I knew that smirk damn she was just like Mady. Damn, this was going to be a long night.
"Shall we get some drinks?"
"Sure what are you lovely ladies having?"
They both rolled their eyes and Madaline called the waitress over, ordering us all jugs of some drink I couldn't even pronounce and shots. Damn, I'll be legless before tonight is over. The waitress took our order and winked, leaving.
"I think you're in there, Jacob."
Sorry to disappoint you, Julie, but she is not my type."
"So what is your type, Jacob?"
"Feisty. Please, call me Jake."
"Then call me Jules."
I smirked.
"So Jake, what do you prefer, men or women?"
"Both. I'm bi."
She nodded. "So do you like feisty in both sexes?"
"More in women than men, it turned me on to have a dominant woman by my side but a man not so much. I like to be more dominant in a man-and-man relationship, but that's because I'm a pure blonde dominant kind of guy."
She smiled. "So you like chalk and cheese in a gay relationship, but in a straight relationship you like the woman to lead?"
"Exactly."
"There aren't many women like that, Jake, you are asking a lot."
"Well, so far I've met three. "
"Mmh. Interesting and who are these lucky girls?"
"My ex from high school, Mady, and you to Jules."
She smiled.
"So, what's your preference for women in a relationship, Jules?"
"I've barely had any serious relationships with women, just one nightstand."
"I find that hard to believe."
"I'm picky."
"I can vouch for that it took me months after we met, and we had a mind-blowing night together for her to give me a go. She is very closed off. She may be fiery and very feisty, but she shields her heart."
"Yet you're married?"
"We are, we've been together ten years and married for less than half of that."
I nodded. I never gave my heart fully to anyone, not Stacy nor Grady. I loved them. Yes, but not enough for marriage. I don't know if I'll ever be able to commit that way.
The waitress brought the drinks to the table and placed them down. "Well, congratulations Jacob, you're finally going places and no one to drag you down. I hope, with you moving to a whole new city and country, you can find love. You're going to be missed by everyone."
We clicked our glasses downing the shots. I doubt it very much in keeping myself off the radar. For now, it's too risky to fall for someone when you have a job to do, especially a dangerous one. You need the utmost concentration to get your job done and not f**k it up.
We continued with our banter, laughing, joking, dancing and having the best night ever. One which I'd probably regret in the morning.
I slowly opened my eyes, squinting at the pain in my forehead because I'd drunk way too much. The naked body next to me said I'd f****d some random guy from the club. f**k, I need to stop drinking. I've been doing this s**t non-stop since I found out Grady had gone against me in the worst possible way.
I need some paracetamol and water. I slid out of bed fully naked. f**k I need to stop getting in these situations.
I grabbed my clothes and slipped into them and slid my feet into my boots before venturing out of the bedroom to find the bathroom. I need a piss and to find some painkillers for my banging head.
I finally found the kitchen after I revealed myself searching for painkillers.
A glass of water was placed on the kitchen unit with some paracetamol. "I thought you might need these. You could've just woke me and I would've woken you and shown you where to find them." He said, in his husky tone, sending shivers down my spine as he slid his arms around me, pulling me into him, kissing the nape of my neck, sending jolts of pleasure to my d**k. Who the hell was this guy?"
I swallowed hard. "Thanks."
"Pleasure is all mine angel."
I took the paracetamol and a big gulp of water to swallow it. I took another gulp in the water, placing it on the countertop. "My name isn't angel, it's Jacob."
"Rory."
I smiled politely. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I have to get going. I'm leaving today."
"Sure. When will you be coming back?"
"I'm not sure. It depends on what my job requirements are."
"I understand. I should never have expected more than just one night."
I turned to look at him. And dam. Those blue eyes. "My job is risky, but it shouldn't take more than a few months, and I'll be back."
He smiled.
"Maybe we can hook up again when you get back?"
"Maybe."
He leaned forward. "I want you, Jacob, and I'll wait for you no matter how long it takes."
Fuck.
He pressed his lips on mine, kissing me hungrily, slipping his tongue in. He moaned, and my d**k stood to attention, damn traitor.
He pushed me closer to the cabinets and pulled me up, yanking my jeans down. My d**k was solid. "Let me f**k you Jacob. I know you are not a bottom, but just let me f**k you just this once. I can guarantee that you'll never forget me."
I nodded.
He smashed his lips onto mine, kissing me fiercely, sliding his fingers into my ass one at a time. I moaned into his mouth.
He pulled them in and out several times before sliding his d**k into my hole f**k damn my virgin hole. "I got you, Jacob."
I nodded, and he continued pumping in and out slowly until he became frustrated at his pace and began picking it up, pulling back and ramming it back inside. I moaned into his mouth as he kept pushing and grinding into my ass deep, hard and fast. He's been the first guy I'd ever let f**k my ass. I had made it very clear to any guy that I was a top and no way in hell would I ever be a bottom, yet here I was letting a guy that I didn't even know from Adam into my back passage moaning into his mouth uncontrollably.
My eyes rolled as he hid my g spot. We both moaned as we could to our climax, bursting our nuts as the c*m exploded on our chests and in my ass.
"Fuck."
"That was f*****g amazing, you're the first guy that has let me give it."
"Well, I won't be making a habit of it, so you had best count yourself lucky."
He smirked. "Let's get cleaned up. I have to go to work, and you have a plane to catch, correct?"
"I do."
He slid out of me and I took my legs from around him. My legs felt a little shaky. I've never been f****d before, not by a man, anyway.
We showered and changed. Rory made sure he gave me a lift to the FBI headquarters; he'd insisted he'd drive me to work. To say he was impressed was an understatement. Now he understood the full relevance of why I would be leaving for so long, yet he didn't question it.
He kissed me softly on the lips and said goodbye.
I walked into the offices full of wolf whistles.
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