As if the cabin pressure wasn't enough to make these return trip a living hell. Drugs, alcohol and half naked French models were being passed around like party favors. It's just like Dick to drag her with him on business trips like this. They left for Fashion Week in Pairs; taking a stop at JFK in New York to pick up some asshole stock brokers that Dick was trying to make a deal with. He bribed them with drugs and the promise of models from Pairs that were barely passed the line of legal in the States. Their private jet wasn't full of people. Three or four Wall Street pricks and four girls were all scattered throughout the cabin area. Some guys were doing blow off of two of the models and the others were talking with Dick, smoking cigars.
Melody ignored most of them. The brokers with Dick had girls on their laps and Dick just continued to smile. She groaned to herself as she glued her eyes to the sky outside her window. An open magazine was spread across her lap and her hand mindlessly flipped through it, even though she wasn't even reading it. She felt eyes on her but she assumed it was Dick. One of the brokers with a model on his lap looked over in her direction. Dick noticed and got up from his seat. He made his way over to Melody. He took her hand, drawing her attention away from the window.
"My dear, I'd like to introduce you to my friends."
"Introduce or show off?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm. Dick didn't catch her tone and just chuckled.
"What's the difference?" the broker pulling the girl on his lap closer to him. He looked about thirty years old. He had dark brown hair and green eyes. His nose was red from possibly snorting lines of coke with the other guys.
Dick sat back down in his seat and pulled Melody down onto his lap. She cringed on the inside but kept the fake smile on. She watched the young model sitting on the man across from her drink shots of tequila and snort the small amount of coke that was under her long pinky nail. The model's name was Camille. She had strawberry blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and fair skin. She was thin, but that was expected from them. In addition to being drunk and high, she was also barely dressed. Her outfit consisted of a matching black lace bra and panty set. A pair of black open toed pumps graced her feet and silk laces curved up her calves to her knees.
Camille leaned over the broker, practically falling out of his lap, to grab her sixth shot. She straightened herself out as she brought the glass up to her mouth. She spilled a few drops of Cuervo as she downed the alcohol. Camille almost fell off of the man's lap. He steadied the model on his lap, chuckling at the young girl and took the half-empty shot glass away from the young woman.
"Okay, sweetheart. I think you've had enough."
Camille pouted her lips but didn't protest either way. She took the man's cigar and sucked in a decent amount of smoke, exhaling it from her nose. Melody rolled her eyes at the people in her company. Her husband pulled her closer to him. His hands on the exposed skin of her thigh. The short skirt of her long sleeved Bodycon black dress rode up and Dick's hands were creeping their way up her leg. Melody moved away from him slightly, he got the message. Instead, he held her waist tighter to him. The broker across from them didn't notice the couple and nonchalantly passed a silver platter that had three clean-cut lines of cocaine in the center to Melody. She declined but Dick took the tray eagerly. He handed Melody a hundred dollar bill that she rolled into a thin tube. She didn't stop him from snorting the drugs. She was hoping he would overdose. But she wasn't that lucky.
Dick snorted all three lines and laughed hysterically at himself. His nose was bleeding from his excitement. Melody rolled her eyes, trying desperately to release herself from her husband's grasp. She slipped off his lap as he was looking at another model. She wasn't jealous. Not by a long shot. Neither one of them were faithful to each other. Melody stumbled through the cabin towards the back room of the private jet. Pushing through groups of drunk, horny businessmen that couldn't keep their hands off her ass, she fell into the cabin bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She heard the lock click and she sighed slumping against the door.
Melody fell on the queen sized bed. Her face buried in the pillow, she groaned into the plush cotton. She laid on the bed for a few minutes until she heard her cell phone beep from under her. She rolled onto her back and looked at the caller ID on the screen. She chuckled to herself and answered.
"Hey, beautiful. How was Paris?" Wade's voice rang from the other end of the line. "Bring me back French model?"
"Depends? You want one that's coked out of her skull or covered in her own vomit?"
"Oh, don't make me choose!"
She sighed and heaved herself up off the bed. Crossing the room, she sat at the computer desk and opened the laptop. Melody held her phone in between her cheek and shoulder as she logged into the computer. She inspected secret files that Dick had hidden in pictures and business documents. Most of them had to do with illegal trade of nuclear supplies with North Korea. It wasn't exactly what she was looking for, but it would work.
"How was training with S.H.I.E.L.D.? Not that different from the military, right?"
"Those guys are so bossy. Thank God it was only a week. Not a spread of humor in that place."
Melody shook her head but a smile crept onto her lips. She continued to search on Dick's computer, emailing files to a secured encrypted database that was undetectable. She didn't bother to look at most of them. She'd have time to do that later, and she wasn't about to risk blowing her cover. Dick might've been high, but that wouldn't stop him from getting violent with her. If anything, it increased the chances.
"So, you're back at the house?" she said as she shut down the computer.
"Yeah. Quick question. Do I have to wear this monkey suit?" Melody could hear him struggle with something on his outfit.
She rolled her eyes. "You want to pull this off, don't you? Now did you call me to complain about your outfit or is there another reason?"
"Yeah, uh," Wade's voice was shaky with anxiety. "I was wondering if you were free tonight."
Melody couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face. But she already knew her answer and it wasn't going to be a pretty one. "You know I really want to Wade."
"Yeah?"
A yell was heard on the other side of the door, it seemed to be from the main cabin. A dinging sound came from the speakers of the plane signaling that they were about to land. She had to make this quick. 'Just rip it like a Band-Aid.'
"Rain check?" she asked hopefully.
Wade sighed on the other end. It sounded disappointed, but he tried his best to remain happy for her. "Of course, beautiful. See you in a bit?"
"Yeah. See you soon."
They said a quick goodbye, but they were both reluctant to hang up. Melody looked down at her phone and sighed. She did want to be with him, but she was getting so close. She couldn't risk anything right now. A relationship with Wade would just make her work more complicated than it already was. But that wasn't about to stop her feelings. She missed him when he was away and never wanted him to leave when he was with her. She wondered if Wade felt the same way.
Oh, he felt the same; maybe even more. He was protective and cared for her deeply. He knew she was married to a douchebag, but that made him want her more. Wade was a friend first, and an affair second. He would've done anything for her if she asked. He basically was already. But Melody still didn't know why he was staying. She believed that after he got the ring he could get his old life back. Maybe track down his old girlfriend and get his life back together.
'Maybe he loves you?' she thought to herself. 'Maybe he's waiting until we bust this guy to actually say it? Or he's waiting to see if he can get more from you.'
She pushed those thoughts away as she felt the familiar drop in the pit of her stomach. Melody quickly made her way back into the cabin with the rest of the passengers. She sat back into her seat and buckled herself in. She continued to look out the window at the descending skyline and ignored the others in the cabin.
Melody was desperate to have this trip be over with.
To say that Melody and Dick's "love making" was anything more than primal would be overstepping the nature of their relationship. To even call it making love was a stretch. Making love implies that you have an actual feeling for the other person involved. In Melody's case, it was just another job. She had slept with plenty of men if the job called for it. This was no different. What she did with Dick was closer to fucking than actually lying together as man and wife.
They were out at a party after they landed at the airport. On top of the drinks on the plane, the drugs, and the additional cocktails at the party, Dick was out of shorts, to say the least. They stayed at the party until one in the morning. And when they got into the town car, Dick couldn't keep his hands to himself. Melody wasn't about to blow her cover, so she played along. Enough for him to enjoy himself, but not enough to make herself gag. Oh no, that was for the bedroom.
Dick had her hands on her the whole car ride home and their walk up the stairs. Wade must've gone to bed because the foyer was empty. 'Thank God.' Melody plastered on a fake seductive smile and lead Dick up the grand staircase to the master bedroom. Once the door to the bedroom closed, Dick went into his primal state. Melody found herself pinned against the wooden door, her arms forced against the frame, next to her head. His lips sloppily attacking hers. He was drunk and still high from the cocaine. She felt his knee wedge itself in between her legs, forcing them open. Her short skirt rode up on her thighs and Dick took it as an invitation to grab at her ass. Melody's arms were set free, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she closed her eyes tight and wrapped her arms around his neck. She wasn't looking at him. She was imagining Wade kissing her, touching her, loving her the way she wanted.
Dick grabbed her thighs, roughly, and wrapped her legs around his waist. He unzipped her dress as he carried her to the bed. He fell on the bed and roughly pulled the piece of clothing off of Melody, leaving her in a black lace bra and matching thong. Dick released her lips and knelt on the end of the round bed, looming over her. Even he couldn't deny that she was gorgeous. Her blonde curls spread out on the mattress, and her deep blue eyes were half closed. Her tan skin glowed in the golden light of the room. Melody made no attempts to move or touch her husband. He didn't seem to notice her lack of interest. Dick quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled off his slacks. He laid on top of Melody, kissing her neck and running his hands over her slim body. After a few minutes, they were both naked and Dick was on top of Melody completely.
Melody knew she wasn't going to be able to get through it if she had to look at him the whole time, so she closed her eyes and braced herself. This wasn't the first time. But she knew it wasn't going to be that enjoyable for her. But most of the time, she was able to achieve some release. This was not going to be one of those times.
This time it was rigid and robotic, almost like he was going through the motions. The feeling of this man inside of her almost made her want to cry, but she bared it. Nothing about it was pleasurable. He panted like a dog on top of her, whispering things in her ear about how amazing she was and how much he loved her. She wanted to laugh and cry all at once at that point. Melody wrapped herself around him, trying to get something out of the situation. A small bit of pleasure from him would even be enough. But she would never get there. Dick started to convulse on top of her. His muscles tensed and he released inside of her. He panted and rolled onto his back next to her. He was sweating and smiling like an idiot.
'What the fuck was that?'
Melody was pissed at this point. She couldn't show it, though. She was frustrated and wanted to cry from her anger and pent up sexual tension. She'd never wanted to kill her husband more in her life until he said the three words she hated to hear from him.
"I love you."
She laid in the same place, remaining silent until she heard Dick's breathing evened out. He was asleep. Melody waited a few more minutes before she quietly slipped out of the bed and went into the bathroom. Quickly, she washed inside and out; cleaning herself from the feeling of the man she was just with. Melody then took a small white pill from a prescription bottle, a morning after pill. Then, she dried herself and went back into the main room.
She wrapped a short silk robe around herself and jotted down a quick note just in case Dick woke up and found her gone. Carefully, she slipped out of the master bedroom. Melody stood outside of her bedroom for a good few minutes. She sighed deeply before she turned towards the direction of Wade's bedroom.
Wade's room was at the other end of the floor, a precaution that Dick put in place. But that wasn't going to stop Melody. She wrapped her arms around herself and quickly walked down the hallway. She reached his bedroom door. Melody stood outside in the hallway for a few minutes. She started to get nervous. Her heart was racing. She desperately tried to straighten out curls that weren't even out of place and get herself together.
'He's probably not even awake…' she thought to herself. That thought was quickly pushed out when she heard a condensed graphic explosion sound and Wade cursing on the other side of the door. 'Is he really playing Call of Duty at 1:30 in the morning?' Melody sighed deeply and hid her anxiety from appearing on her face. Before she knew was she was doing, her hand was up to the door and she knocked.
The noise from the other side of the door lessened and it got quiet. Melody could hear Wade's voice talking to someone else in the bedroom. She could feel her face blush when he opened the door. He was dressed in flannel night pants that hung low on his hips and a tight black t-shirt with red letters that read "If Monday had a face, I would punch it." Wade was talking into a PlayStation headset.
"I don't care if it was my fault, Jeremy. Maybe your mom shouldn't be in the home when I said I was fucking her…. fuck no, you can't give her my number. I heard her in the background, and she sounds busted."
Wade turned towards Melody and paused. "I gotta go." He quickly pulled the headset down and they rested around his neck. He leaned against the doorframe, smiling at her. His arms crossed over his chest. The muscles flexing against the fabric of his shirt. Wade's eyes scanned all over Melody's body; from her smooth, tanned legs that seemed to go on for miles, up her curved hips and chest, all the way to her flushed face. Absolutely gorgeous.
"Mel, what do I owe the pleasure?"
Just like that, all of her anxiety melted away. Her confidence overcame her actions and she pushed her way past him into his bedroom. Closing the door, Wade watched as she matched into the room. His bedroom was one of the bigger guest rooms, and one of the nicer ones as well. It was basically a small apartment. There was a separate living area that had an off-white couch and a cushioned coffee table. The television was mounted to the wall and had the video game he was playing, the image frozen on the screen. To the right of the living area was a sunroom that had a few chairs and a lounge. The bedroom was in the far right corner of the room. A queen sized bed was up against the back wall. Pearl and cream colored blankets and pillows. Two end tables were on either side of the bed frame with matching laps on them. On one side of the bed was a wall with a window; there were another couch and a few chairs near the cushioned windowsill. On the other side, there was a short staircase that leads up to the bathroom. And a chandelier hung in the middle of the bedroom.
Melody glanced around the room, turning around to look at Wade. He had gotten closer to her. They were practically chest to chest. He had to be a least a foot taller than her. He wasn't touching her, but she wished he was. Her blush had subsided and she was radiating confidence. A smirk spread across Wade's face as he looked down at the woman in front of him. The man stayed still, but Melody couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to meet her lips. At first, Wade was all too happy to oblige. Her hands wrapped around his neck as she tried desperately to get closer to him. His hands gripped at the skin of her hips under the silk material of her robe. There wasn't any way that he was going to let her go again. But then the logic center of his brain kicked in.
'Stop it, idiot. She's married.'
'Well, that didn't stop her the last time.'
Still, he pulled away causing Melody to pout slightly. 'So adorable.'
"Mel, come on. What's going on?"
Melody released herself from his grasp. She was almost mad again. But she kept control of her emotions, for the time being. Melody inhaled deeply and untied the bindings of her robe, letting it pool around her feet. She stood in front of Wade in nothing but her black lace bra and matching panties. Wade's eyes went wide and he tried to hide the excitement in his smile. Her breasts rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing.
"I'm only going to say this once," she started. "I haven't been…. satisfied in over a month. And I think I might just go insane if we don't do this right now. Are you in or out, Wade? Because I can always find someone…."
She never finished her thought. Before she could, Wade grabbed her by her bare waist and pulled her back into him. Melody felt herself melt against his lips and dissolved into his body. Her hands snaked under his shirt. She groaned at the feeling of his toned stomach against her fingertips. She gripped the soft cotton in her fists. Pulling at the unwanted piece of clothing, Melody temporarily separated herself from Wade and threw the garment blindly across the room. Wade eagerly recaptured her lips; his hands returned to her body, one hand cupping her ass and the other buried in her thick, blonde curls. This time felt different than their first time. Wade wondered why she wasn't using her power on him again.
'Maybe she doesn't want to use it on us anymore?'
Melody didn't want to let him go again. But her lungs started burning from the lack of oxygen. She pulled away, gasping for air, but Wade wasn't about to stop the gentle assault his lips were giving to her. He pulled her hair, making her head fall back and expose her open neck to him. A slight moan escaped her lips as Wade bit and sucked at the sensitive flesh around her jaw and collarbone. But it wasn't enough for Melody.
She wedged herself in between Wade's legs, grinding against him, desperate for some friction to spark. Wade smirked against her skin. His hands grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs up one at a time, as slow as he could possibly go. Melody groaned in frustration. He was teasing her, and she wasn't about to let him win. Her legs were finally resting on his hips. She gasped as she felt him nestle his pelvis into her opened legs. They continued to kiss as their still clothed hips rose and fell to meet each other. Wade pushed her up against the column beside the staircase, with nothing holding her up beside the wall and his own body. He suddenly decided that she had too many clothes on. Without breaking away from her lips again, Wade skillfully unhooked her bra and it slipped from her body with her panties.
He continued the way to the bed. His kisses turned less needy and rough as he laid her down on the bed. It was like he wanted to go slower and cherish her for the moment. Melody sat up on the blankets. Wade still stood over her. She kissed him gently as she sat up on her knees to be eye level with him. Her hands caressed his cheeks with such grace and affection. He returned the gesture by stroking her cheek lovingly.
"Is everything okay, Wade?" Melody asked in a smooth, endearing voice.
Wade leaned into her. Resting his forehead against hers, he pecked her on the nose with a kiss.
"God, you are so beautiful," he said barely above a whisper.
Melody blushed, but she tried her best to hide it. "Well, you're not so bad yourself." Her hands played with the waistband of his pajama bottoms. "Now, why am I completely stripped for you, and you can't even do the same for me?" Her doe eyes and pouting lips were enough to drive him even more insane. Wade responded by capturing her lips without warning and pulling himself out of his bottoms. Completely exposing himself to the woman in front of him, as naked as the day he was born.
She pulled Wade down to the bed. His knees rested on either side of her thighs. His hands curled in her golden waves of hair. Melody moved further back on the bed, giving Wade the room he needed to lay with her. She fell back on the bed. Her hands falling from his neck and landing above her head on the mattress. Her hair pooled around her like a halo. Wade looked down over her. He held himself up by his elbows, trying to stay as close to her as possible. His eyes scanned over her body. Her breasts were perky and begging to be touched. Her stomach was toned and her hips were wide. Her legs still seemed to go on forever, even when they were curved on his hips. The heat radiating off of her was driving him insane.
Melody reached her hands up to scratch at his scalp and run her fingers through his dirty blond hair. Wade missed the feeling of a woman doing that. He never got to properly thank her for the shifting ring, but this was as good a time as any. He felt her lips suck on the sensitive skin of his neck all the way down to his shoulder blade and collarbone. One of his hands supported his weight while the other one gently caressed Melody from her shoulders to the small of her back, and back up again. Holding her close to him; feeling her warmth as long as he could. Wade buried his face in the crook of her olive colored neck. He kissed and nipped at the skin above her breast. Her breath became shallow and her affectionate pecks on his skin became hungrier and filled with want.
Wade's hand snaked its way in between their bodies. Tracing the way around her thigh, softly carving in imaginary designs. His knee spread her legs further apart, giving his hand access to the most sensitive part of her body. Melody nearly lost control of herself when his fingers circled her clit. Her eyes rolled in pleasure like she hadn't been given this much desire in years. Her back arched up to meet Wade and her head fell back. Wade rubbed along her slit, marveling at how wet she was for him. He gently entered her with one finger, curving it towards him as he moved. A low moan escaped her lips as her hips moved with him. It didn't take long for her to come undone. With one more circle around her clit with his thumb, she came. The sudden relief of pent up sexual frustration and tension was washed away with wave after wave of pure pleasure.
'And that was just his hand,' Melody thought to herself. 'I am so in for it.'
Wade removed his hand from between her legs. In her haze of confused bliss, she grabbed his hand and licked his fingers clean, tasting herself on him. Wade's eyes darkened with desire. He roughly grabbed her hips and adjusted himself into alignment. His kisses were eager and forceful. He dominated her lips, driving his tongue forward to meet hers. They fought, but hers was no match for his. Melody groaned against his lips when she felt him tease her with his cock. He smirked against her lips, holding her close to his body. Her hips started moving, desperately trying to create some friction between them. Wade bit at her bottom lip as he traveled down to her neck and breasts. Kissing every scar and cut that was on her body. Every white line on her tanned skin was beautiful to him. Every imperfection that was on her skin just made her more of a mystery to him. She was still a mystery to him.
Wade placed open mouth kisses on the scar above her right breast. Her warm, smooth body tasted so sweet to him. Melody's legs wrapped around his hips tighter, pulling Wade closer to her. His cock was a mere centimeter away from her entrance. Wade's hands worked at her breasts and ass. Kneading at the tender flesh. He wanted nothing more than to just make her scream his name in pleasure. But his pride wanted to tease her first. The sound of her pleading moans almost sent him over the edge. He leaned over her. His lips were so close to hers, if she just moved even slightly she could kiss him again.
"Your husband ever make you feel this good?" Wade whispered.
Melody bit her lip and shook her head. Wade groaned, rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet entrance. She desperately moved her hips to get him to move. He slightly thrust his hips forward, letting his tip slip into her. She gasped and threw her head back against the pillows. Wade gritted his teeth.
"Say it," he demanded.
"Wade. Please," she moaned in a whining voice.
Wade clicked his teeth. He stopped moving his hips, much to Melody's cries of disappointment. He was still inside of her, however, little it was. Melody tried to move her hips to meet his but he held her to the bed. She cursed at him. Wade chuckled at her.
"No need for harsh words, baby. You know what you have to do to get what you want."
One of his hands held her hips down while the other moved her leg further up his body. It neither at his shoulder when she finally broke. "No. Only you. Only you can make me feel like this. Now please-"
Wade interrupted her by thrusting himself fully into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure. "Fuck me."
Melody's back arched and a high pitched moan broke through her lips. Wade smirked, a hysterical gurgle of laughter escaped from deep within his throat. His hips moved at a fast pace, meeting hers with every thrust. He grabbed the headboard just above Melody to give himself more leverage and force. Melody reached for the top of the mattress, pulling at the sheets. Wade kissed and bit at her neck and lips.
Wade missed the way that she felt. Warm. Tight. Everything that a woman should feel like. Absolute perfection. The fact that she was here with him amazed him even more. Dick was probably so selfish to her. Wade was going to make sure that she was the one getting pleasured first. He made it his new job to make her happy. He had a feeling in his chest whenever he saw her. He wasn't sure if it was lust or love, but he liked the feeling. And he felt it even more during this moment with her.
"God, baby," he panted against her lips. "You feel fucking amazing."
Melody wrapped her arms around him. Holding him closer to her body. Her nails scraped against his back leaving red welts all the way to his hips. Wade groaned, attacking her lips. The inside of his chest was on fire. He reluctantly pulled away to breathe. That didn't stop the beautiful woman under him, though. She sucked and bit at his neck, driving him crazy. She knew how he was when it came to fucking. Everything was a game, and this one was who could last the longest. And he was barely winning. He wasn't sure how much longer he could go. He was so close but he didn't want to cum before her. Wade couldn't leave her like that. Then he'd be no better than her prick husband.
But she was reaching her climate as well. Her hips moved out of sync and she held Wade's body tighter to hers. Her pants of air became shallow and heavy. Melody clung desperately to Wade. His hips slowed, riding her out as long as he could. Her legs were shaking around him. Wade unburied himself from her neck to watch her face as she came. Melody's eyes glazed over and shut as they rolled back. Her mouth opened as she screamed his name over and over again. Music to his ears. He could listen to that all day. Her whole body tightened with the intensity of her orgasm. Melody's pussy constricted his cock like a vice. He was pushed over the edge. Wade came inside of her, free of the burning in his core.
They laid together, Wade on top of Melody, for a few minutes; waiting to come down from the clouds of pleasure they were both on. After what felt like forever, Wade rolled onto his back next to her. The sudden loss of him inside of her made her feel so empty. Neither of them spoke. There was nothing for them to say. They just stayed there, enjoying each other's company. Melody made a slight move to get out of the bed, but Wade grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him.
"Where are you going?" he asked as he nuzzled his nose into her unruly golden curls. "Stay."
Wade pulled the blankets up, covering them both in waves of white Egyptian cotton. Melody wasn't about to leave now. She suddenly felt exhausted. And she'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't want to stay the night with him. The way he held her was so protective and loving. She wouldn't, couldn't, give it up.
Melody's eyes began to flutter shut and Wade watched her start to doze off before he too fell into some much-needed sleep. As he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard her say something softly in a language he didn't understand. Possibly Greek.
"S' agapo."
Then, together they fell into the dark abyss of sleep.