Smut it is then lol

With complete privacy, my hands roam down his body, finding the hem of his shirt and giving it a tug. His hands cover mine and he takes the smallest step back before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. Before he can reach out, I follow his motion, throwing my shirt over my shoulder, leaving both of us shirtless as we look over each other.

His body is sculpted, years of being the FBI's best and the country's finest definitely paying off in the form of large, strong shoulders and biceps that bulge just slightly as they rest against his sides. His chest is chiseled and abs hard, though his eating habits probably ruin his chances of a six-pack. Not that I mind. His body is amazing. I lick my lips as I look him up and down, the ache between my thighs suddenly alive and begging for that body to be on mine.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I shimmy out of my pants, realizing for the first time that I was in my pajamas.

Not that it mattered at this point.

My heart pounds in my chest as he looks down at me, his eyes alive, even in the dark, as they take in my body. The slightest hint of a smile graces his face as his cocked head looks me over. He lets out a relieved sigh, like he's been waiting for this moment.

Without a word, he closes the space between us, clearly having gotten his fill of staring.

His warm fingers find my skin, one hand wrapping in my hair, and the other cupping my cheek as he crashes his lips to mine, pouring himself against me. My arms wrap around Scott's shoulders and I hoist myself up. Without missing a beat, his hands find my ass, catching me and holding me tight as his hands travel down to my thighs, pulling me even closer against him as he begins to walk the two of us towards the bed.

His wet lips leave mine tingling and alive as they ghost over my chin, taking home against my neck. I instantly buck against him as his rough stubble brushes along my skin, chills erupting down my body. I bring my empty lips into my teeth as my back arches and a moan escapes as he sucks up and down, my body aching for him as my thighs tighten around his waist.

The motion causes Scott's grip to dig into my skin, making my breath catch in a raspy sigh.

My lips ache for contact, and my hands cup under his ears. Without hesitation, I guide his lips back up until they find mine again as his shins hit the edge of the bed, causing me to bounce in his hold.

Carefully he lays me down, letting his hands run down the length of my body as I melt into the mattress. He doesn't waste a second to join me, his body weight carefully resting on top of mine, causing me to release a sigh as his warm skin presses against me.

His lips return to my neck as I crawl the two of us further up the bed until my head bumps into the headrest.

His hands go behind my back, roaming the expanse of my back before his mouth devours one of my nipples. His tongue twirls around it, his lips sucking so hard my back arches. His teeth scrape along my skin and a shuttered whine escapes my lips.

My nails trail along his back and he groans into my skin, causing me to squirm under him as the muscle between my thighs begins to maddeningly throb.

His lips leave my chest and begin a descent down my body, so slow I groan in impatience. He chuckles against my skin, the vibrations going straight to my aching cock.

He places a soft kiss below my belly button as his fingers caress along the skin above the waistband of my underwear, leaving a hot trail before his hands dip under the sides of my underwear, hooking on as he begins rolling them down my legs, inch by inch, his lips following their trial causing me to squirm in his grasp until they reach my ankles and I kick them off.

Kneeling above me, Scott's eyes travel me up and down and I watch the wonder in his eyes as he looks at me for the first time.

Technically second, but the first real time.

"God, you're beautiful." He shakes his head like he doesn't fully believe what he's seeing.

I bring my lip in between my teeth and smile up at him.

He dips down, his hands surrounding my face as he caresses his lips against mine, the fervency gone, and a new passion igniting.

His hands wander my body, grazing over my chest until they grab onto my hips, his fingers gripping into my skin. His lips leave mine as he bends back, his body traveling down mine until he places a kiss on the crease of my hip. I buck with anticipation as his breath fans across my naked skin. I can feel his warmth on me before his lips even touch down, and I bite back a moan as his skin meets mine. His fingers hold onto my hips as he draws his nose across my waist, his breath fanning over my dick.

Then he places a kiss right above my cock and my eyes close as my hips grind into the mattress.

"Scott," I gasp.

His hands trace up my body teasingly, his lips brushing along my skin as he goes, leaving me dazed and breathless.
My eyes are still closed, but I can feel him above me. I feel as his arms brush along my sides as he lowers himself down, bringing his lips to mine before pulling away.

He walks himself off the bed, his eyes keeping mine as he undoes the button to his jeans and rolls them down, revealing the dark blue boxers underneath, only for a moment, before those too are gone, and Scott is left standing there, in his full glory.

My eyes go wide at the sight of him as my lips catch in between my teeth.

Slowly he climbs back onto the bed and settles between my thighs, and I can feel him against me, ready.

I shift my hips, brushing myself against him, eliciting a hiss.

"Fuck," he pulls away with a shake of his head. My heart stops as my hands hold onto his shoulders, trying to keep him here with me. "I don't have a condom."

I laugh in relief and he looks down at me confused.

"I'm fine. Just prep me first." I wrap my arms behind his neck and crash my lips to his, reigniting the flame that had been so close to being extinguished.

One hand grips my hip, the other resting next to my head as he slips one lubed finger into my hole, pumping slowly. I moan slightly as he adds a second, then a third, scissoring me open and curling them slightly. Then, he aligns himself, his lubed hand swiping over himself once, then twice, and I feel his tip at my hole before he buries himself in me.

My entire body arches as my fingers dig into the sheets around me, my moan of satisfaction from finally being filled drowned out as he rasps my name.

His hips begin moving against me, grinding slow and powerful within me.
As the two of us move together, Scott's hands find mine, and he wraps our hands together as he drags them above my head.

"Scott," I cry as he pushes himself even further inside my, hitting my prostate with each thrust, letting him fill me again and again until all the empty places are gone.

Scott's hands leave mine and he clutches the sheets by my head. My arms wrap around him, my nails digging into his back as he begins to pound harder, the pace building as he rocks me into the mattress with a breathless groan on every thrust.

His hands travel down to my waist, and before my rhythm meets his, he lifts me up, our chests colliding as he wraps his arms around my back, keeping me pressed against him.

But I don't let that ruin my stride.

My hands close behind his neck, not wanting to break the space between us as I grind myself into him as his hips arch under me.

His arm drops to my hips as we move together, my head rolling back, my eyes closed, as I enjoy every part of him, feeling myself begin to tighten around him.

My breaths become more ragged, shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me as I build to that beautiful moment.

"I'm so close," I pant, each hit throwing me further and further into that sensational bliss.

"Let go, sweetheart." Scott gasps, wrapping a hand around my cock and pumping in time with his thrusts.

And with his words, a white hot fire explodes inside me and I cry out, words escaping me as I hold onto him harder as I ride out my clenching wave, dissolving into absolute pleasure, vaguely aware as Scott grunts as he finishes with me.

"Jesus christ." My voice shakes as I slowly come down from my orgasmic high.

Scott's hands find my cheek and he holds my forehead against his, our hot, exhausted breaths washing over one another.

His eyes close for a moment, and when they open again, he's staring directly at me. I try to bite down on my lip to stop the smile that's bubbling within me, but Scott's thumb runs along the pink skin, releasing it and revealing my smile, so bright, he can't help but smile back.

"That was–"

"I know." He finishes for me.

He pulls me down to him, his head ducking down to meet me as we brush our lips together, using my teeth to pull in his bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he pulls me flush against him.

I slide off him as his hand leaves my cheeks and gently take hold of my waist, lowering me down to onto the bed and settling next to me as he reaches down and brings the duvet around us.

I grip the sheets as I lay on my pillow, staring at the ceiling.

That had been better than I ever could have imagined. And the way the two of us moved in such sync...ugh. It was indescribable. It had been a long time since I had been made to feel that good.

I feel Scott shift beside me and I turn my head to look at him, both of us resting on my own side of the bed, but eyes connected.

"You should go to sleep." He offers and I roll my eyes.

"Always so bossy." This gets a smile, too sweet of one considering we're laying beside each other completely naked.

He pushes the cover back and swings his legs over the bed. The mattress shifts as he stands, wandering across the room as he begins to collect his clothes and redress.

"Not much of a cuddler?" I tease as he shimmies his jeans up his legs, his back muscles flexing as he does the button.

He turns to me, the post-sex bliss that had been there only a moment ago already gone.

It was like fire and ice with him sometimes.

"Mitch–" His voice is tight like he's about to break some news I didn't already know.

"This was a one-time thing. Probably shouldn't have happened." I finish for him in a slightly mocking voice, his words predictable from his tone. I'm not hurt. I'm a big girl and knew it was going to end this way. Right now, I was just trying to enjoy the moment.

"I wouldn't say it like that." He frowns before reaching down and picking up his shirt, his muscles flexing as he pulls it on.

"Scott," I sit up, pulling my legs to my chest and holding the cover tight to my waist. "I get it. You don't have to explain." I offer a smile.

"It's just with the case–"

"Can't afford any distractions. Got it." He huffs.

"Would you stop doing that?" I laugh and duck my head as a bigger smile erupts on my face.

"Get some sleep." He offers again as he walks to the door. "I'll see you in the morning." He gives me a smile before opening the door and walking out.

I slide down the mattress and stretch out, my body still alive and tingling as I snuggle into my sheets and shut my eyes, the smile on my face unfading.