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Being alone in a hotel room with a girl you’ve been on four dates with, haven’t fucked yet, and desperately want to—well it sure hasn’t been all that it was cracked up to be. At first Maggie was excited by the idea of the undercover mission: posing as Alex’s wife at a weapons expo in Rochester. It would be a good way for them to spend time together, get to know each other better, shake off some of the awkwardness that had settled between them since they started dating.
But the mission had proved to be more intense than they’d bargained for. They’d had to be in character constantly, not even getting a break for meals. The walls of the hotel were horrifyingly thin, and they could hear everything their neighbors said and did, which, of course, meant that they couldn’t even talk openly in their own room.
One of the targets was next door—purposefully—but that seemed to have spectacularly backfired for the undercover duo.
Last night, Alex had pushed the line a little, trying to strip off Maggie’s shirt, but Maggie had stopped her. “I don’t want to fuck Allison Miller,” she’d whispered, referencing Alex’s undercover persona, slipping Alex’s nimble fingers off her nipples. “I want to fuck you, and I don’t want an audience.”
Alex had pouted, and Maggie had pushed herself up, taking Alex’s bottom lip between her teeth and sucking, hard.
“I want you to say my name when I’m inside you,” Maggie had whispered, hoarse and low, right into Alex’s ear. “Loudly.”
Alex had made several very convincing nonverbal arguments, but they’d ended the night unfucked and relatively miserable.
And tonight there had been a “cocktail party” for a select group of scumbags featuring an open bar and a sleezeball who kept buying them drinks and spilling classified information. They’d done their best not to get drunk, Alex pulling every trick she knew. Ordering a new round before the last was finished, spilling, giving a breathy laugh and leaning forward to show off her cleavage, distracting him enough not to notice her pushing her own drink into his hand.
But they both still ended up on the far side of tipsy, and once they could finally leave, Alex pushed Maggie up against the wall of the elevator and kissed her, hot and wet and sloppy, for all fourteen floors.
They stumbled into their room, and Maggie had the presence of mind to slip the “do not disturb” sign onto the knob before throwing both standard locks and engaging the extra security system the DEO gave them. Satisfied that they wouldn’t be disturbed, Maggie turned to look at Alex, and that’s when the thought came to her.
This was definitely not all it was cracked up to be.
Because Alex was pulling her own shirt off, staring directly into Maggie’s eyes, and Maggie knew they shouldn’t have sex. She knew these raspy sheets weren’t what she wanted Alex to be gripping the first time Maggie sunk her tongue between Alex’s thighs. She knew she wanted Alex to be loud and gasping the first time she came on Maggie’s fingers. She knew that she didn’t want any of their characters to be seeping in, nothing of the steady and potentially adulterous married life they’d been pretending to have. She wanted to ask Alex what she liked, she wanted to show Alex, she wanted to relish the taste of Alex’s come in her mouth.
No, Maggie was determined that the first time Alex fucked a girl wasn’t going to be in a shitty hotel in fucking Rochester, surrounded by weapons dealers, wearing too much makeup and pretending to be Allison Miller: disreputable heiress, petty criminal, and all around idiot.
But Alex was stripping off her shirt and walking forward, and Maggie was always someone who stuck to her convictions but tonight could possibly be the end of that thirty-year streak.
“Come on, baby,” Alex said, sidling up and sliding her hands under Maggie’s shirt. “Don’t leave a girl hanging.”
Maggie didn’t know if she meant Madeleine Miller or Maggie Sawyer, and she hated that.
“Baby,” she said, the warning clear in her tone, but Alex just rolled her eyes.
“Kiss me,” she said, tugging Maggie closer using the inside of her shirt. “Just kiss me.”
And that, Maggie could do.
Maggie leaned into her, kissing her and tasting whiskey and desire.
Alex kissed like they were already fucking. She came in mouth open, lips full, tongue hot. It was wet and messy and the hottest thing Maggie had ever experienced. Maggie tried not to think about that mouth on her cunt, but she failed spectacularly. She wanted Alex to dive face-first into her cunt, to feel those lips on her clit, that probing tongue fucking her blind. To hear those groans floating up from between her legs, to feel her cunt swallowing Alex’s hums of pleasure.
But for now, she tried to just enjoy the kiss.
After a few minutes, Alex’s hands started moving again. Not just resting on her bare waist anymore, they slid around to her back, pressing Maggie in tighter. One hand was low, and Maggie couldn’t help the sound that came from the back of her throat when it slipped even lower, Alex taking a firm handful of her ass.
“Fuck,” Maggie muttered, and Alex grinned against her lips.
“Not all the way,” she whispered into Maggie’s mouth. “But definitely closer, hmm?”
It was an absolutely terrible idea. “Yeah,” she said, already pressing her hips tight to Alex’s. “Definitely.”
Alex practically ripped Maggie’s shirt off, and her fingers were pinching Maggie’s nipples before Maggie even straightened out her hair.
Two, however, could play this game. And while Alex had taken the lead so far, Maggie hoped she wasn’t getting used to it.
She pulled Alex back into her, kissing Alex with all of the pent up fervor from the past few days. Alex leaned in, eagerly opening her mouth to Maggie, and Maggie waited until Alex was nearly limp in her arms before sliding her hand up and expertly unsnapping Alex’s bra.
“Oh,” Alex said into her mouth, hands hot on Maggie’s jaw, holding her in place. “Smooth.”
“You have no fucking idea,” Maggie said, just barely swallowing back the Danvers she wanted to add. That was why this was so dangerous, but she had Alex’s breasts in front of her now, and there wasn’t quite enough blood left in her brain to make a rational decision.
She pulled her torso back enough to get rid of Alex’s bra, hips still thrusting against Alex’s. Alex looked wild—hair mussed, lips red, topless, gasping for breath.
Irresistible.
“I need your tits,” Maggie rasped, reaching out and taking her first handfuls.
Alex smiled then, looking almost nervous. “What do you—”
Maggie stopped her, simply kissing her quiet.
“Shoes off and get on the bed.”
Alex stepped out of her heels and sat, obedient and sexy as fuck, and Maggie pushed her onto her back, guiding her up to the pillows and kicking off her own heels. She threw a leg over Alex’s hips, straddling her, and Alex moaned deep enough to nearly give Maggie a heart attack. They were both wearing jeans—tight and designed to shake secrets out of their marks, and Maggie hated the barrier between them as she let herself grind down into Alex’s cunt for just a second.
“Mag—baby, please,” Alex gasped, and Maggie eased up. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, turning on a random playlist at top volume, tossing the phone into the middle of the room. It wouldn’t do much to muddle their words, but it was better than nothing.
She scooted down a little, her hips settling over Alex’s thighs, holding them closed. She bent forward and looked up at Alex through her eyelashes. “Hold my hair for me, won’t you, baby?” She winked, and Alex looked like she might almost pass out. But her hands came up, sliding through Maggie’s hair. She gathered it together, tugging softly at Maggie’s scalp and setting off all the pleasurable nerve endings in Maggie’s skull.
“For the record,” Maggie whispered, lowering her lips to Alex’s waiting nipples, “I really get off on having my hair pulled.”
“Noted,” Alex mumbled, tugging a little harder.
Maggie bit down on her nipple, and Alex’s grip tightened even more as she whispered, “Oh, fuck.”
Maggie knew the feeling. Alex’s tits were perfect. Round and soft, dark nipples, fucking delicious. She ran her tongue over every centimeter, getting familiar with the taste of Alex’s skin on her tongue. Alex’s nipples were sensitive, and Maggie mapped them with lips and tongue, sucking them into her mouth and flicking them with her tongue, scraping with her teeth, legit biting, tonguing them in circles like a clit. Alex made every sound in the world, her fingers tight in Maggie’s hair, holding Maggie to her chest. Her hips were bucking up, trying to find any friction for her cunt, but Maggie’s thighs held her in place.
Maggie thought about everything she wanted to do to Alex’s tits. She wanted to lay on her back and have Alex hover over her, dipping her tits into Maggie’s mouth until she almost suffocated. She wanted to rub her cunt on them, fucking herself on Alex’s nipples. She wanted to wear a strap and fuck Alex in a push up bra, maybe in front of a mirror so she could see them move. She wanted to come with Alex’s tits in her mouth, she wanted to tie Alex down and suck on her tits until she lost her mind.
Not tonight, she told herself. Not tonight. Not tonight.
“Ah,” Alex gasped like she was hurt, and Maggie pulled back immediately.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, running her eyes over Alex. “Did I hurt you?”
“I, uh…” Alex looked redder than before, and Maggie couldn’t tell if it was from her hard work or something else. “Kind of, but I, um…”
Maggie’s eyes landed on a spot on the underside of Alex’s right breast, already starting to redden. “Oh,” she said, completely unable to keep the arousal out of her voice. “You liked it?”
Alex bit her lip as she nodded, and Maggie needed to fuck her immediately.
“Can I give you another one?” Maggie whispered, hoping that was something it wouldn’t be super weird for a wife to say, that maybe some married people don’t know that their spouses like to get enormous hickeys. The guys next door didn’t seem like super attentive husbands; it could fly
“Yes,” Alex said, embarrassed but firm. “Please.”
Maggie was known for being thorough, and she didn’t make an exception now. She busied herself with leaving hickeys all over Alex’s tits, a constellation of broken blood vessels spangled across her chest, a map of Maggie’s desire.
Alex got louder as Maggie went on, moving from sharp breaths to gasps to low groans that Maggie felt deep in her cunt.
“I’m going to die,” Alex moaned, both hands pulling Maggie’s hair, her chest bowed up to meet Maggie’s mouth. “I’m going to die.”
“No, baby,” Maggie said, finally relenting. She shifted up, indulging herself in one long, low grind into Alex’s cunt that wrenched what was almost a sob from Alex’s throat. She kissed Alex, and Alex’s lips grasped for her like it had been years.
“Mags,” Alex gasped into her mouth. “Baby, please.”
“I’ve got you,” Maggie said, pressing kisses to Alex’s cheekbone, her ear, her jaw. “I’ve got you.”
She shifted to the side, sliding one leg between Alex’s. She settled herself back on top, bracing her knee against the bed, and rolled her hips forward.
Alex made several sounds that were certainly not coherent English. One of her hands ran down Maggie’s back and settled on her ass, pressing her forward and down, while the other gripped her jaw. “Fuck me,” she said, staring right into Maggie’s eyes, and Maggie nodded.
Alex slotted her lips over Maggie’s, and let Maggie grind her up and up and up.
Maggie tried not to chase her own pleasure—this was for Alex, to take the edge off that Maggie never should have created in the first place, but it was hard. Alex was so fucking sexy below her, keening and wet everywhere. Her chest was glistening from Maggie’s mouth, her lips hot and sloppy on Maggie’s, her cunt dripping, neglected inside her jeans.
Maggie was positively fucking her mouth, licking and sucking and thrusting like she wanted to do to Alex’s cunt.
The hand on Maggie’s ass tightened as she moaned, and Maggie hummed her approval into Alex’s mouth. “That’s it, baby,” she mumbled, not bothering to pull her lips away from Alex’s. “Come for me.”
She managed to get a hand onto Alex’s tit, and, without warning, she bit down on Alex’s lip and pinched her nipple, hard. She thrust and ground into Alex, and something erupted from Alex’s throat. Dark and needy, forceful and hot. Her body went taut, and she seemed to be gasping a new language into Maggie’s mouth.
Maggie rode it out, gradually gentling and slowing her hips, easing back from fucking Alex’s mouth to leaving sweet kisses on her lips.
“Oh god,” Alex whispered a few long moments later. Maggie could see her heartbeat jumping in her neck, fast and strong. “Holy shit.”
Maggie grinned down at her. “Imagine how good it’ll be when I can take your pants off,” she whispered right into Alex’s ear, and Alex huffed out a laugh.
“I literally cannot,” Alex said with a laugh, and Maggie rolled to the side, pretending like she wasn’t desperate herself.
Alex reached for her. “What about you?”
Maggie shook her head. “Not here,” she murmured. “As soon as we’re home, though. Like, a lot.”
Alex nodded. “Sorry if I, um,” but Maggie shook her head, interrupting.
“Hot,” she said, saying the first word that came to mind. “Don’t be sorry. So hot.”
Alex did a thing where she grinned but also looked a little embarrassed, like she wasn’t ready to own being hot. It was kind of cute, kind of maddening, but Maggie was pretty sure that a few weeks at home would cure her of that pretty quickly.
They hadn’t even gotten to Maggie’s very positive feelings about her ass yet.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and get ready for bed,” Alex said, back at a normal volume, rolling heavily out of bed. “I don’t want to wake up smelling like tequila.”
Maggie tried (and failed) to stifle a laugh. The gross dude at the bar had kept ordering Alex tequila, but she’d kept flirting the bartender into giving her whiskey instead. She hadn’t had tequila for hours.
“Good call,” Maggie said. “You know my hair takes forever to dry, so I’ll shower in the morning. Assuming you can stand to sleep next to me like this.”
Alex ran her eyes up and down Maggie’s body, lingering on her black bra and exposed stomach. “Yeah, I think I can survive it,” she said, something truly evil in her gaze.
Maggie rolled her eyes, and Alex—sometimes surprisingly dorky—shot finger guns at her before walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
As soon as the door shut, Maggie leapt off the bed, shimmying out of her tight jeans and unfastening her bra. She stood there just in her black underwear, trying to evaluate if there was any chance of falling asleep. She was honestly worried that she’d wake up humping Alex halfway through the night, and the thought of that humiliation is what finally convinced her.
She gathered up her pajamas but didn’t put them on, pulled back the sheets, and flopped onto the bed, one hand sliding into her underwear immediately.
She’d handle herself quickly, Alex none the wiser, and then they’d both be sated enough to sleep, and maybe tomorrow the mission would end and she could take Alex back to her apartment and fuck her properly.
No surprise that she was wet—she’d spent at least fifteen minutes with her mouth on Alex Danvers’ tits, she’d made Alex Danvers come underneath her—but this was almost ridiculous. She could barely find any friction on her clit, her hand just sliding around, failing to make an impact. She was so turned on it felt like maybe she would never come.
Hot images of Alex, both replays and imaginations, spooled through her mind so quickly she couldn’t settle on what to imagine for long enough to get into it.
Alex on her knees, buried in Maggie’s cunt. Alex gasping as Maggie took a nipple into her mouth. Alex on her stomach, arching her ass up into the air, begging to be fucked. Alex sucking on Maggie’s clit like she sucked on her tongue. Alex taking a shot, her eyes locked on Maggie, her shirt dipping dangerously low.
Alex, wet and naked, wrapped only in a towel, coming out of the bathroom with a hungry expression on her face.
No, wait. Maggie stopped, her hand still on her clit. That last one was real.
Alex, dripping wet, rivulets of water running from her hair down her neck, over her collarbones, and sinking into the towel rolled across her chest. Alex, bare feet leading to naked calves and exposed thighs, the tiny hotel towel showing a slit of her right thigh all the way to the top.
Alex, staring at the hand in Maggie’s underwear like a hawk sighting on prey.
“Um,” Maggie said, starting to pull her hand out, but Alex held up a hand.
“Wait,” she ordered, using her Agent Danvers voice. Maggie suddenly did not think she would have trouble coming, ever again. That…hot. Naked, wet, dripping Agent Danvers—nope. Hot.
“Keep going,” she ordered, her voice low and rough.
Maggie wanted to explain, wanted to say I’m sorry I just didn’t want to sleep hump you and I thought I’d be quicker but you might be breaking me, but Agent Danvers didn’t look like she’d appreciate any backtalk.
Maggie had never been great at blindly following orders, but she kept her eyes on Alex’s face and started moving her hand again.
Alex moved forward, languid and patient, like a predator coiled and ready to strike.
“Good,” she said, and Maggie almost whited out.
Maggie expected her to perch on the side of the bed, or maybe keep getting ready for bed, but instead Alex kept walking, never taking her eyes off Maggie’s hand.
She placed one knee next to Maggie’s hip, braced her hands on either side of Maggie’s chest, and swung her other leg over Maggie’s hips, echoing their position from earlier.
But this time, of course, Maggie’s bra were pants are off, and Alex was entirely naked under the thin, rough towel.
And Maggie’s fingers were slippery on her cunt.
Alex didn’t dip her head down to kiss Maggie, didn’t reach for Maggie’s breasts. Instead, she looked Maggie right in the eye as she—wordlessly, intentionally, slowly—lowered her hips. She reached down, tucking the towel between her bare cunt and Maggie’s underwear, and then she ground down, the thin material of the white towel and the black underwear the only thing between them. Between Maggie’s fingers and Alex’s cunt.
Alex ground down, and she moaned. “Keep going, baby,” she breathed. “Keep going.”
This was quite possibly the hottest thing that had ever happened to Maggie, and she was aware that it was only a matter of seconds now before she came, unless she had transcended to a higher plane where everything Alex did was so hot that Maggie was physically incapable of coming hard enough to ease this tension in her clit.
Maggie worked her fingers against her clit, teasing her entrance, and Alex gasped, grinding down harder.
Just when Maggie thought this has reached the peak of sexy visuals, Alex reached up and, without stopping the grind of her cunt into Maggie’s hand, flicked open the towel.
It pooled around her hips, and Maggie could suddenly see her tits again. Her nipples were hard already, and the hickeys were dark and loud against her pale skin. She was glistening from the shower, still wet, and Maggie could see her own teeth marks, red and possessive, spangled across her chest.
“Fuck,” she said, feeling her orgasm building in her spine. “Fuck, Al—”
Alex put a hand over her mouth, somehow with the presence of mind to remember their audience. “Shut up and come,” she growled, rolling one of Maggie’s nipples between her fingers, pinching just on the good side of painful.
Maggie’s other hand scrabbled at the towel, trying to get a clear view of Alex’s abs flexing as she ground down, but it gave Alex the wrong idea.
Or possibly the right idea. She pulled the towel entirely away, so that she was completely naked on top of Maggie, and only one thin layer of black cotton was between them.
“Fuck,” Maggie said again, and Alex grinned, wolfish and proud.
“Yeah, baby,” Alex said, closing her eyes and letting herself chase her own pleasure against Maggie’s fingers, grinding into Maggie’s cunt. “Just like that.”
Maggie’s orgasm exploded from her spine, sending a shockwave into and through her cunt. She felt all of the muscles in her body clench, heard a guttural sound come from her own chest like the beginning of the world, saw colors shoot across her closed eyes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, absolutely breathless and wrecked. “Fuck, Al. Baby. Fuck.”
Alex laughed, but as Maggie came back into her body, she realized that Alex was still moving, still grinding her hips.
This was so far beyond the boundary, but Maggie just had one of the best orgasms of her life, and a naked, demanding Alex Danvers was in her lap, so none of her earlier reasoning seemed very logical anymore.
She did the only thing that made sense.
She twisted her hand, still inside her underwear, so that her palm faced Alex’s cunt instead of her own. She curled her fingers up, and through her own underwear, she found Alex’s clit.
Maggie was sure she would never forget the sound Alex made as Maggie’s fingers touched her for the first time, the black fabric rasping against her sensitive clit—something breathless and insatiable, hot as all fuck.
“God,” Alex choked, and Maggie dipped her fingers down, rubbing the length of Alex’s cunt.
“That’s it,” she muttered, encouraging Alex to keep grinding into her hand. “That’s it, baby. Come on me.”
Alex braced herself, both hands on Maggie’s chest, taking some of the weight off her hips so she could swivel her cunt just so, could fuck herself on Maggie’s fingers just the way she wanted to.
Maggie looked down and almost passed out again. Her own fingers, her own underwear, disappearing inside Alex’s cunt. Alex’s tits, covered in Maggie’s marks, gently swinging as she fucked herself on Maggie’s hand. Her abs flexing with every movement, her lip between her teeth, her panting breaths.
Maggie knew she could easily slip her hand out of her underwear—the difference between this and barehanding Alex’s cunt was purely semantic at this point—but there was something ridiculously dirty and hot about the forbidden, and who was she to mess with what was working?
All it took was a firm pinch to Alex’s nipple and a few fast circles on her clit, and Alex’s body shook and clenched as she came for the second time.
Maggie could feel it all, could feel how wet she was, and how much wetter she got as she came. Alex swayed on top of her, and Maggie helped guide her down to the bed after she rode it out.
Alex collapsed next to Maggie, shamelessly naked and boneless. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered, and Maggie laughed.
“No kidding.”
Alex was on her back, eyes closed. She flopped her arm out until she hit Maggie’s body, feeling around until she landed on Maggie’s hip. “Just imagine what it’ll be like at home,” she whispered, laughter in her voice, and Maggie chuckled.
She was tired now, feeling the orgasm and the emotions from the night dragging her down.
“I should get dressed,” she mumbled but Alex’s hand got heavier on her hip.
“Stay,” she said. Not an order, not Agent Danvers anymore, but Alex—soft, tired, sated, affectionate and…cuddly? She rolled into Maggie’s body, her naked skin hot and shocking against Maggie’s. “We’re married, after all,” she mumbled, her head coming to rest perfectly on Maggie’s chest.
“Yeah, babe,” Maggie said, pressing a long kiss to the top of Alex’s head, knowing she was talking to Alex and not to Allison Miller. “We sure are.”