Alec led Max out the back door of Seven Minutes and into a cold alleyway. It was still dark and the club music pounded the bass into the brick exterior. The alleyway was deserted, the ground wet with rain. As the door closed behind them, Max stopped, looking around as Alec turned to face her. They were both breathing hard, foggy breath escaping in rolling plumes with each fall of their chests.
Alec stepped forward, slowly, the slowest he'd ever walked that Max could remember. Maybe it was the Rocket Fuel making everything move in slow motion, but she couldn't help but notice his confident, torturous gait as he came closer to her. She could see the urgency in his eyes.
It was as if she could see his muscles flexing under his shirt, imagining them holding her up against the vibrating brick wall as they parted their lips, allowing each other access to one another's massaging tongues; as if she could see the way his skin reacted to her touch as she lifted the hem of his shirt to trace a trail down into his jeans; as if she could taste his sweat-salty essence as she flicked at his nipples with the tip of her tongue and lined a path down, down, toward his hardness; as if she could smell how aroused he was, how aroused he had made her, as he began the slow torture of tasting her. If I can't feel him against me, around me, inside me soon, I'm going to implode, she thought.
They both had silently-racing hearts, deep short breaths, and the stare of wanting, needing. He studied her body as he approached her. Though the alley was cold, she was definitely flushed, a blush smearing across her cheekbones that accentuated her creamy brown eyes. Her small frame was taut with excitement, energy about to burst, creating some new seams. Her impossibly high skirt threatened to melt off of her the nearer he dared. Heat was rolling off of her in waves, crashing against his like dueling tides, giving one another a fraction of a taste. He could see her hardening nipples grazed lightly by her cobalt top every time she breathed. Alec couldn't help but groan again, his erection pushing to meet its target.
Max remained silent, save for her breathing. He's almost here, she thought. She took one step backward with his last step forward, and felt the pulsating brick behind her. She brought her hands behind her, forming a triangle upon which she rested the small of her back, coyly slinking against the brick like a linen curtain in the hot breeze of a summer day. Alec leaned into her and put one hand up on the brick, advancing closer and closer.
The moment their lips touched, Max could feel every cell of her body reacting to every cell of his, as if they had both been blind to the freedom of a kiss. Even if they had been genetically engineered, it felt like they were genetically engineered to drive one another to the heights and depths of mind-altering connection. Max saw flashes of bright white and utter complete darkness as she felt Alec's tongue sliding across her lower lip. A tease. He started to pull away, creating a vacuum between them. Max arched her back to maintain their kiss, until finally, he parted his lips and she parted hers.
They first created a that nearly-unbearable vacuum again, each wondering whether the other's slippery mouth muscle would ever find its way to tasting oblivion, then just before closing their lips, Max let her tongue tease forward, tickling Alec's with the tip of hers. It seemed as though the temperate tickle invited every possible incantation of a passionate kiss either alpha had ever experienced, seen, or imagined.
Alec's mouth came pulsing back through her lips, his arm dropping his leather jacket to the ground and his hand caressing up her arm to her barcode, gently pulling her deeper into their enduring lip-lock. She raised her hands to his shoulder and barcode, and arched into the kiss, her mouth opening more, allowing her body to connect with his while still holding her head back from him.
Alec brought his other hand down from the brick wall and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her into him even harder. Their mouths opened wider, allowing one another full access. How in the hell did I miss this? Max thought, as he messed his other hand in her silky hair, walking them back a step so Max's head was in his hand against the red and brown brick. I've never been kissed like this.
She could feel her muscles aching for his touch as he placed his foot between hers and leaned into her, his leg rubbing indiscriminately and incredulously close, simultaneously rubbing himself against her hip. Max moaned a kiss into his mouth and raked her hands through his ashen hair, pulling at him with more strength than she thought she could muster in this state. More than willing, he seemed to read her body's exigency before her mind even thought the idea.
God, she feels right, Alec thought, grinding into her hip and between her legs. Synesthesia, he thought, I don't know how she did it, but I can actually smell how wet she is. He was certain that by the time they found a room, his boxers would be soaked and his jeans halfway there. Alec fought the urge to lift her up and hold her against the wall with his massaging fingers. He imagined her face contorted in pure pleasure as she rode his hands to climax.
As if reading his mind, Max reached back to bring one of his hands between them and stared at it for a moment. This hand carried so much, she thought. It had carried weapons: guns, blades, wires, bombs; it had carried the morale of his unit, all those X5s who'd seen this hand and saluted to him because of it; it had carried the memories of hand-to-hand combat; it had carried the guilt of Rachel.
Max looked up to Alec. He watched as she kissed his palm and slid his hand over her cheek in a caress. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her lips and felt himself growl with anticipation as she took his middle finger, his longest finger, into her mouth and sucked on it as she slid it out of her mouth.
He had been speechless.
Staring up at him again, she then moved his palm over her neck and brought it to rest on her chest. She looked down at his hand, then back up to him, letting him feel how fast he made her heart beat. Alec was breathing a little harder now, his hand against her chest, her warm hand resting on his, not sure what this all meant, but suddenly understanding the depth of Max's compassion, the endless patience and bottomless heart she somehow kept hidden in their day-to-day contact.
Finally, she took his one hand in both of hers and again, made eye contact with him. She returned her gaze to his hand, causing him to watch as she guided it over the expanse of her body, pushing it down as she purred; it passed between her breasts, floated down her smooth stomach, bumped over her miniskirt, and slid between her thighs. She then pulled his warm hand up her skirt and pushed his masculine fingers against the small string which was her thong underwear.
Alec's breathing stopped. He had the wordless understanding that accompanied knowing exactly what she was offering him. Without entering her, he slid and rubbed his fingers up and down the front of her lower lips. She involuntarily tilted her head back and winced with pleasure, sucking in air between gritted teeth and mewling in exhale. He resumed breathing, and stepped forward more to begin tracing a pattern up her neck and shoulder with his tongue and lips as he stroked her.
He had never seen her in that much pleasure before. She was teetering on her tiptoes on the down stroke and heaving back down on the upstroke, creating a friction between them that drove Alec fucking wild. Her warm skin was getting wetter, soaking her thong, soaking his fingers, soaking his mind in the image of her ecstasy.