Aria 'Alibi' DeLuca was hot and bothered. Not in the sexual term mind you. She was currently ducking under bullets, running as the harsh Libyan sun heated the entire region, sand flying, due to the erratic move of her boots and the impact of the bullets. Finally she managed to duck behind a concrete block. Sliding her back against it, she let out a sigh.
"Nice return to your homeland, eh?" Said a voice next to her.
She turned to face its possessor. Erik 'Maverick' Thorn was a fellow operator of the Rainbow Six unit, originating from The Unit, now in the Grim Sky Urban Tactical Response. He was, like her, currently wearing a white tunic with his iconic gray pakol, with a few strand of dirty blond hair sticking out, while she sported her red beret, letting her brown chocolate hair stick out.
"It could have gone better." Replied Alibi, ducking her head as a whizzed over her, too close for comfort.
"Personally, I think the welcome to be very warm." Joked Maverick
Alibi chuckled.
"If I knew, I would have told them to cool down." They both chuckled lightly as the staccato of rifle kept playing. "Jokes apart, you've got a plan?" She asked.
"Not really, and you?"
"... I guess we could use a little distraction. I'll throw my Prisma, hope it draws their fire. Then when they're tag we get out of cover." Explained Alibi.
"Simple and dangerous. Just like I like them." Replied Maverick with a slight grin.
They were currently pinned behind their concrete block. They were right next to a road, where a few cars and SUV were parked haphazardly. They were being fired from no one else than the lovely white masks, about a dozen of them. They had been tasked by Six to investigate on potential white mask activity in the region, just the two of them. It was no search and destroy/rescue/capture mission but some light recon. They both had been the perfect choice, her due to her Libyan heritage as well as her experience in investigation and undercover work in the Gruppo di Intervento Speciali while Maverick was an excellent intel collector and intel network builder. They hadn't exactly planned to engage the masks in combat. Nevertheless, here they were, with a USB key containing all white masks assets in the Middle East and Africa.
"Ready?" Asked Alibi and Maverick nodded. "Prisma out." She whispered.
She put the device a bit further from her and it unfolded, the hologram deployed and showed a perfect rendition of Alibi, aiming at the terrorists, the first one had barely unfolded that it was followed by two others. Confused and spooked by the sudden appearance of three clones, the terrorists shot them, without any effect.
"Got them." Announced Alibi.
Concentrated on the clones or disturbed by them, the masks stopped shooting, a fatal mistake. And soon their bodies were riddled with bullets as Alibi's Mx4 and Maverick's AR-15 spat their deadly lead filled payload. Their bodies fell on the ground with a dull thump. Satisfied the two counter terrorists jumped out of cover, Alibi went to take back her Prismas while Maverick went to inspect the terrorists. Finishing her quick task, Alibi went back to Maverick, she found him inspecting their SUV, but he shook his head.
"We gotta go." She announced. "Military Police is probably on the way."
"Yeah, let's get back to Hereford." Said Maverick.
Alibi nodded and went to one of the terrorist's SUV, but froze as she heard the crack of a pistol. She turned around, only to see Maverick falling, crying in pain, behind him a terrorist was aiming his pistol at him but before he could shoot a second time, Alibi had drawn her Baliff and the buckshot ended his life, once and for all.
"Erik! Sei vivento?" She said, rushing next to him. "Rimani con me, amico!" She said in rapid fire Italian, hauling the panting Maverick on her shoulders. "Dove sei ferito?"
"The thigh, and stop speaking spaghetti to me, it's hard to translate!" He shouted between gritted teeth. "I can walk, woman, dammit!"
"I'll get you patched up! Don't worry!" She declared, laying him on the passenger seat. She took the wheel and drove away, under the Libyan sun, hot and bothered.
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(AN: Alibi says: "Erik, are you alive? Stay with me, friend. Where are you wounded?")
"Aaaaand, there it's finito." Announced Alibi, finishing to apply a bandage on Maverick's ankle. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I told you I'm alright, jeez. When do we get an evac?"
"Six told me in a week, or more. We can't get out by legal means, too much masks. We'll have to wait for a team to evacuate us."
"Fucking hell, stuck here for a week. Shit." Moaned Maverick.
"At least there's still running water and electricity." She said, leaving his side to go to a small table.
They were in a small house near the city of Tripoli, it was abandoned but still functional. They had made sure to be untraceable, switching vehicles and jamming trails behind them.
"Where are we?" Asked Maverick. "How did you know about this place. It's not the designated hideout."
"It's... where my father used to live." She explained. "I managed to keep it safe thanks to my standing in the mafia during my undercover mission." She explained, her voice cracking.
"I'm sorry. I know that... well..."
"Don't be, you could not know."
Alibi's father, De Luca senior had died by the hands of the mafia, and to this day, his pained and terrified expression still haunted her. They spent the rest of the afternoon in a cozy silence.
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During this week, Alibi and Maverick spent most of their time chatting, there was literally nothing to do except this. They were rather similar, each with some bearing the scars of their journey in the underworld. Maverick, during his time in Baghdad, had been taken prisoner and tortured by extremists. Each with their demons. They had known each other before, having undertaken missions together during Operation Grim Sky. They had often partnered together, as well as fought each other during the training simulations at Hereford.
During the fifth day, Alibi and Maverick walked in each other, while being in a precarious situation. Both were nearly naked. They had both rushed for the shower, in a towel, and here they were. They stopped, looking at each other, awestruck. They could not their eyes to roam the other's form.
Maverick drank in the sight of Albi's curves, the tanned skin and her long beautiful brown hair. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her large breasts, 36D came to his mind, hugged tightly by the towel, her slender waist and her long legs could drive any man mad, including him. Her face was pretty, deserving of many poems and praise, from her full luscious lips to her amazing eyes.
Alibi herself liked what she was seeing. He was well built with a large toned chest and well drawn abs, large biceps and a strong jawline. He was taller than her, five or six centimeters. She bit her lips, she had a little weakness for blond and his hair were just perfect for her, the color of wheat and scraggly. His beard was also a nice feature, scraggly and manly it looked perfect on him. She dropped her eyes and felt flattered by the tent she saw, if she estimated right, it was large.
However they both blushed heavily, backed away, ran away. And did not talk for the rest of the day.
The next day was spent, avoiding as much as possible this subject. It was rather awkward, but the two were now aroused. And during the night, Alibi, already tormented by her libido beforehand could not help but relieve herself during the night. Discreetly, as Maverick was sleeping in the same room as her, she rubbed her clitoris, when she heard his breathing pattern become regular, slowly before accelerating, and soon she kept going for long, but she just could not. She needed something real, she needed him. But how could she? They were colleagues, they were not supposed to do that! And anyway, did he wanted her. Probably not, Ash, the unit's hottie was already flirting with him. He would probably not express any interest in a sheltered and morally ambiguous Libyan like her. The always so funny, beautiful, goody, secy, bitchy, slutty and American Ash was probably better for him.
However the American was not asleep. And he had seen it all, Alibi had not been facing him, thanks god and he himself had masturbated, rubbing his excited penis slowly and discreetly, he finally had his release when he heard her moan his name. His name! So she was interested in him? He always thought she was in love with Maestro, the smooth, charismatic and funny Italian. But now, now he knew she was as interested as he was. And while his masturbation had been pleasurable, it did nothing but arouse him further.
And it was with such lewd thoughts that both fell soundly asleep.
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Another day had passed. Another day where both operators kept roaming the other's body with their eyes. The tension was felt, arousing them painfully. And as night fell, things finally went in motion.
"Erik." Called Alibi.
"Hmm? Yeah Aria?"
"Come here." she said, showing him her mattress. "Lie down, I'll analyze your wound."
"Don't worry, I'm fine." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Come here." Her voice left no room for argument, and gulping he lied on the mattress, removing his pants.
She checked his wound removing his bandages and replacing it with fresh ones, like she did daily. However, she did not stop here. Her hand began to trail up his legs.
"Uuuhhh, Aria, what are you doing." Asked Maverick, blushing.
Her hands were smooth, gliding over his skin, they were soft, warm and honestly it felt like an angel was touching him.
"Just... analyzing if there is your leg does not suffer further trauma." She whispered, her eyes glued to his scarred skin.
She finally arrived to the part just below his ass, and she glided over it.
"Aria..." Moaned Maverick.
Alibi backed away, a blush on her tanned face.
"Sorry." She squeaked, her face hot and fiddling with her fingers. I-"
"Who told you to stop." Said Maverick, sitting to meet her face.
And slowly, almost religiously, she put her hands on his chest, as he removed his shirt, and felt his chest, she went down, slowly toward his stomach, there she felt the hardness of his muscle, and the canyons formed by the different scars on his stomach. She circled around his bellybutton before going even further down, finally touching his pelvis. Maverick shuddered as her sinfully angelic fingers danced and teased the are just above his most sensitive one.
Alibi now sported a confident grin. And without warning, she yanked down his boxers, his hard penis came up, slapping against her. It was long and thick, at least a good seventeen centimeters long or seven inches.
"Someone is happy to see me." She chuckled.
"Uurgh, that's no fair, you still have your clothes." Said Maverick.
She smiled as his hands found their way to her own shirt. And violently tore them apart.
"Hey!" She protested but soon stopped as two hands cupped her bra clad orbs.
"I've been thinking about them since we met in our towels. Did you thought the same about my dick?" He whispered in her ears.
"No..." She trailed off, she actually had.
"Liar." He said, squeezing her boobs, making her moan. "I know you did."
And without further ado, his hands trailed down her flawless stomach, it was toned and clean from any blemishes or scars. Unlike his, she was nearly scar free, at least on he stomach. He reached the helm of her pants, and looked in her eyes.
"Do it." She said with a hoarse voice.
He pulled down, leaving her in panties, as she threw the pants away. They were now both standing, him naked and her in simple black undergarments. Maverick took a step back and admired her. She reminded him of ancient Greek or Renaissance statues, every curve was perfect, her skin flawless and the way she held herself, was sensual to no end.
She took a step toward him and embraced him, before pulling him into a deep French kiss, their tongues swirling and battling for dominance, their hands roaming each other's body, feeling every nook and cranny. Like the explorers of old, there was no place that could not be touched. Grabbing her firm behind, Maverick broke the kiss, to plant light kisses on Alibi's nape, before gently biting it. She moaned and melted in his embrace, savoring the tingling sensation. Meanwhile her hands found his own buttocks and squeezed them mercilessly. Her own mouth found his earlobe, and she gently nipped on it, she smiled as she felt Maverick shiver and exhale hoarsely.
She cried in surprise as she found herself on her back, against the mattress. She looked up only to see Maverick's hungry eyes, a toothy grin splitting his features. But soon her eyes took a sexy look.
"Hmm, eager aren't you, signore Thorn? Pinning down a poor maiden?"
"You devil, don't act innocent." He said, uncovering her right nipple and lightly playing with it. "You succubus."
He went down, leaving a trail of kisses over her body, and when his face was just in front of her panties, pulled them down. There laid the holy grail of all (heterosexual) men, the nether lips of a fair maiden. Glistening under the lamps, it was covered by a thin sheen of love juice. The lips were of a delicious red and were for Erik most inviting. Slowly he licked around it, teasing the trickster operator. A light moan encouraged him to continue and soon, his tongue found her clitoris.
Alibi moaned in delight, her tension began to melt away and her heart began to beat wildly as Maverick's experimented tongue ran on her sensitive spot. She shuddered as a forceful, wide lick send a jolt of electricity to her head. She grabbed his head, driving it deeper in her. His tongue kept licking, faithfully, as an orgasm began to build inside of her. She gasped as Maverick inserted a finger in her, twisting it, searching for a pleasure spot, she bit her lips when a second came and moaned as a third entered her. Her moaning got louder as Maverick closed on her spot, and as he found it she shouted.
"Erik! Yes! Yes! There!"
The man chuckled and with a powerful twist, hit her G-spot. It was too much for her and it sent her over the edge, she came. A deep throaty moan escaped her lips, along with Maverick's name. Pleasure coursed through her body, as she felt her inside to nearly melt. She clasped her eyes shut, her face sporting a heavy blush. Finally her orgasm came out, juices flooding, the still licking Maverick who began to lick the fluid eagerly.
Damn, he thought. She tasted good, he never ate a woman like her. His licks intensified, trying to tame the gushing fluids. He chuckled, two minutes later, as she finished.
"Enjoyed it?" He asked.
Alibi nodded, before getting up, while Maverick stayed knelt. She pushed him with her bare foot, laying him on his back. Slowly, entrancingly, she descended. Clasping his legs between hers, her still wet cunt, dampening his legs, she slowly descended her face on his rock hard cock. Maverick shuddered as he felt her hot breath caressing him. She looked at him and winked.
"Time to repay the favor."
And with those words, she took him, whole. Her throat was filled by his large, long, hot and pulsing member. He yelped, surprised, grabbing her hair and pressing her against him. She gagged, her throat clenching around him. She finally disengaged, pulling her head up, Maverick letting her. She breathed deeply, and winked a second time at it. He gritted his teeth, why did this woman had to be so sensual dammit? She approached her mouth from his helmet and began t lick, swirling her tongue around his purple cock-head. Maverick was panting heavily, her action making him sport a blush while his heartbeat went so high, he was sure Pulse could probably scan him from England.
Her silky tongue danced around his member, leaving a trail of drool as Alibi left no centimeter of his cock unexplored. He rolled his eyes as she took his balls in her mouth, sucking them in while masturbating him. He felt himself ready to cum, a few minutes afterwards. She had begun to take him in his mouth, inch by inch, slowly, she would lick and suck at the same time. Sending jolts of pleasure through his spine. One of her finger began to dance around his asshole, making him moan.
"Aria! Ah yes! Aria, I'm going to.."
He said no more as the bronze skinned beauty engulfed his member in her cavern, tongue swirling while her finger pushed in his butt-hole. He came instantly. He yelled her name as spurts of white semen launched themselves in her throat. She coughed, pulling her head back, allowing his cock to unload his creamy cargo in her mouth. As his cannon died down, she pulled back. Opening her mouth, to reveal his thick white substance, which she gulped. Sending a third wink his way.
His member became hard once again. Alright, she was way kinkier than he thought. Meanwhile, Alibi was actually panicking, she had actually improvised the whole thing. She had read the thing from several erotica and porn videos. The sperm was salty but not that bad. She hoped Maverick was satisfied. She took his slackened jaw and rock hard cock as a good omen.
Finally, she got up, walking, her feet next to the still laying man. She finally squatted, sitting on his stomach. She dived for a kiss, the blond haired operator accepting it, their fluids mixing and creating a strong, fishy flavor. Nevertheless, they kissed, tongues dancing, sending sparks of pleasure to their brains. She broke the kiss, putting her mouth near his ear, she whispered.
"Ready for the main course, cowboy?"
She asked, huskily. Her only response was one of Maverick's hand groping her behind while his member slapped against her buttock. She giggle sweetly. Before pushing herself back, rubbing her wet slit against his hard member. Both moaned before Alibi lifted herself up, allowing Maverick's member to sprang freely and upright. Adjusting herself, Alibi licked her lips before finally dropping. Both operator's eyes rolled in their orbit, the hot and thick member of Maverick splitting Alibi's pussy, rubbing against her walls while Maverick find said member melting in the tightness and heat of Alibi's vagina, her walls strangling the ever living shit out of his dick. They stayed like that for a few moment, basking in the feeling of wholesomeness. It was for both a feeling that seemed to come straight from heaven. Finally Alibi, lifted herself once more and dropped again, causing Maverick to put his hand around her waist, in a tight hold as he gritted his teeth. Soon Alibi built a steady pace of up and down, causing the two of them to fill the small room with their moans. Maverick helped her, lifting her with his arms. Alibi soon found her mind hazy, pleasure filling her, she could only think of the handsome man below her and the insane feeling of pleasure he brought her, as he began to fiddle with her clitoris. Her tongue stuck out, as she panted loudly.
Suddenly Maverick, tired of being the underdog, lifted her before tackling her, softly to the mattress. Now on her back, Alibi was defenseless as he began to pound her, brutally. She moaned his name and let out curses in Italian as he fucked her like no one ever did before. She put her legs around him, tightening her hold on him as her nails began to scratch his back. He barely registered the pain, which only added to his arousal, as he wildly fucked her, like an animal, gone was the gentle lick. Invading her mouth with his tongue they kissed, their tongues exploring each other's mouth, raking against teeth.
"Erik! Ah! Yes! There!" She shouted as he hit her spot. "Keep go-aaaah I'm going to cum!"
"Oh, my god! You're so tight! Aaaah! Me too!" he shouted.
The pace increased and soon they finally want over the edge. Maverick tried to pull out but at this point Alibi did not care and held him tight with her legs. The pleasure was unbearable as they both came. Alibi first, her inside clenched, squeezing and milking his cock as she shouted his name and yelled loudly. Her tongue stuck out and her eyes white as her pupils rolled back. Maverick's features tightened like her inner walls, his cock erupted as buckets of cum inside her, filling her with the hot liquid. They stopped moving as their fluid mixed together. Both sighing in relief as the tension melted away. They stayed in each other's embrace, kissing deeply, before Maverick pulled back, falling on his buttock.
"That was... incredible."
"I agree." Said a still panting Albi.
"Do you think, uuuh, we can go for another round?" Asked a semi hard Maverick.
Alibi grinned.
"The night is young."
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Well, I hope you like this lemon, it's my first. I will probably write down two other chapters, one with a dominating Alibi and the other with a dominating Maverick. Please feel free to review, follow or fav as you wish.
Also about how Alibi talk about Ash, I don't think Ash is like that, it's just Alibi's jealousy speaking.
PS: This story is also published on Wattpad.