Alec sat down at the laptop for another thirty minutes, writing up his report for the director while the decryption slowly did its job. Max sat on the bed and read through the dossier on the Dorokovs and tried to think of an alternate scenario where they could snoop on them that didn't involve taking off her clothes or having sex.
They talked more about the Cale mission, how he worked, his habits, his informant net. Max told him about his facade of patriotism, how his cyber hacks often painted him as an heroic vigilante helping to rid the city of criminals, but he was actually ridding the city of his competition.
He asked Max why Cale hated Manticore so much (his perceived Manticore). She wasn't sure how to answer. On numerous occasions, he'd watched some footage or seen a news report on something an X5 had done, and immediately turned violent with his so-called criminals. Prior to their last sexual encounter, he hadn't fucked her from behind like that, or treated her like an object he could vicariously destroy with aggression. She told Alec the truth: that she didn't know why he hated Manticore. Maybe they needed to do a little more research and psych profiling on him.
He asked about Zack and what Max thought Zack could have done better (besides not following the rule book to the letter). Zack was a good agent, a pretty good handler, and a somewhat brotherly type, but his inflexibility pissed her off, and then she felt guilty for feeling pissed, because he died because of this mission, because of her.
Max regaled Alec with a few stories about her buxom roommate, like the one time she ran into Zack. Kendra had a bit of a dry spell and Zack had dropped Max back at her apartment late, after a B and E into Cale's apartment resulted in Max stealing his Bast statue. As Max explained it, Kendra liked 'em built like that, and blonde, and chiseled. Zack was flabbergasted by her and didn't know how to act around the brazen woman. For some strange reason, the only thing he could think to do was to tell her he was gay. Kendra pouted for a week. When asked later, Zack only said they were there to do a job, not gallivant around with civilians.
Alec didn't talk much about himself or his missions, but he did talk about a friend he had, Biggs, whom was still in a deep cover long term mission. When he spoke about him, his eyes lit up in glee. She thought they were probably pretty close.
What she really wanted to ask him about, though, was the mission where they'd lost an asset. Who was the agent? How did they die? But of course she couldn't bring herself to ask him, not after the look he had in his eyes when he divulged the information.
After about an hour, they finally settled in their separate beds and tried to get some sleep. The decryption program was still running - if they were lucky, it'd be done before their flight back to the US.
Max laid in bed for an hour, listening to Alec breathe and trying to wind herself down to actually sleep, but it wasn't until she could hear the slow, steady breaths of Alec asleep that she finally closed her eyes.
She was dreaming, she knew she was, because there Alec stood, at the base of the chaise lounger, watching as she untied the chemise. She was back in the Dorokovs' room, and Aleksander and Yelena were off in the corner, pretending to have a deep conversation, but watching Max and Alec with intrigue.
"He would kiss me. He would be my first," Max said.
Alec took another step and knelt between her legs, then bent to kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like sweetened iced tea, crisp and maybe with a little whiskey in it. He backed up and lifted the chemise away from her breasts.
"He would keep kissing me, from my collarbone, down between my breasts and lick lightly down my stomach, and I'd be so turned on he could smell it."
Dream Alec's pupils expanded as he followed her orders, tracing the path between her breasts and fldown her stomach. He bumped the bridge of his nose against her lower lips and she squeezed her glutes to try to raise her hips up to his face. He growled at her scent and moved his fingers down near her opening, pulling at her labia as if gently tugging on the petals of a flower. He caressed the area around her center without actually touching it.
"He would tease me by touching every other part of me except the one place I need him, and then he'd slip his long finger into me."
At that instruction, Alec inserted one long finger into her, all the way to his knuckle, which made her buck against him.
"His knuckle would rub against my clit."
Moving his strong finger in and out slowly was driving her crazy. She wasn't sure she had ever come slow, but hey, there was a first for everything.
Done not being able to taste her, Alec removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue. Gentle at first, he swiped along her folds and hummed like it was delicious.
"He'd press his long tongue into me as far as it could go. I'd think about his taste buds rubbing rough against me until I swelled..."
With his face buried in her sex, Max could only hold on to his hair to keep control of something, anything, while his thick tongue slid along her clit and pulled at her g-spot.
"Yes, yes..." huffed Yelena's voice somewhere in the distance.
Max couldn't have been bothered to look. She was too caught up in her handler's skilled mouth. "And he'd ask if I was close, which would make me want him inside of me completely." She paused while Alec unfastened his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down just enough to free his dick.
Dream Alec positioned his hard length at her entrance and pushed in, the sensation overwhelming her with a few solid strokes. He watched her face, thinking she was close.
"I can't," she said suddenly. It was as if it was all too much and she had too much control.
But then Dream Alec started snapping his hips so he went deeper into her, knocking gently against that one spot that made her crazy with need. She looked to him, pleading, so close.
And that's when Max woke up, in a sweaty mess, tangled up in the sheets in her bed. Slightly disoriented and completely horny, she sat up, and heard herself.
"But when he finally gave me permission to come, I wouldn't be able to hold back anymore."
Another ten seconds accompanied the sound of Max masturbating. "He'd demand it."
Max heard Alec in the other bed roll onto his back and start to sit up. They looked at each other, Alec's eyes blown out, and she was sure hers were too.
Then the sound of Max reaching completion burst into the room, and she realized what had happened. Dorokov had recorded their little session, and decrypting the drive had uncovered the video. The laptop had been left open to continue running the program, and once it did, somehow the video auto-played.
Alec's eyes were huge, on the precipice of panic. "Can you...?" he motioned to her, indicating she should get up and turn it off.
"Oh my god, oh, oh, Alec!" Max's voice on the video was loud and clear, and left no room for interpretation. She had definitely called out Alec's name, not Dorokov's.
Embarrassed, Max quickly detangled herself from the sheet, jumped out of bed, and hurried to the laptop to turn off the video, which was facing both beds, so now she was sure Alec had seen her masturbating, heard her come, and heard her call out his name.
She stood facing the laptop for a few seconds as quiet filled the room. She was at the height of embarrassment and still a little keyed up from dreaming about having sex with him. She knew she was wet.
Turning to face him, she saw the impressive tent his erection made of te top sheet. She quirked a brow at him.
He looked at her bare legs peeking out from his shirt - the one she'd worn to bed - and met her eyes brazenly. He propped up one leg, which made the tent disappear.
"I'm gonna..." she trailed, pointing toward the bathroom.
"Yeah," his sleep-addled voice acknowledged. He was beached anyway until the situation in his boxer briefs lessened.
Max hurried to the bathroom, shut the door behind her and turned on the light. She looked at her own flushed face and neck in the mirror and smiled. He definitely had an erection. Straight, solid, impressive erection, straining to get out.
Because of me?