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Neon Shadows. (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

The way he launched himself into the kiss thrilled her. It mirrored the reckless abandon she felt. Exhilaration bubbled through her blood stream. Her anger finally finding a very productive outlet. Niamh hardly noticed the way her shirt fell prey to his hands. Instinctively she arched her spine, offering her breasts to his face. A moan escaping her lips.

The sun radiated on her skin, its warmth heating get further. Her fingers played with his hair. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tightening against the friction of her lacy bra. The feeling of his hard erection against was maddening. More, she needed more, she kept rocking herself against him. With one hand behind her back, she unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts for him.
 
The smell of her skin was intoxicating and he craved more, more of her sweat, more of her sweetness, just more, so much more. Eagerly he pushed her bra aside, giving him more access to her full firm tits and without missing a beat took one in his mouth, sucking on her taunt nipple wile the other one was taken hold of by his hand to kneed the soft orb between his fingers. His own heartbeat thundered in his ears, adrenaline and other chemicals surging through his system. So much, there was so much he wanted to touch, to lick and explore, he wanted to feel every inch of her, wanted every inch of his throbbing cock buried inside her.

Wanted to forget everything and just enjoy the burning heated lust of the moment. He didn't give a fuck if the rooftop was suddenly re-opened to the public, he needed her on a level he had never understood before.
 
Niamh closed her eyes in pleasure. His clever fingers, his hot mouth were driving her crazy. The way he played with her breasts had her moaning, gasping for air. Her nipples were almost painfully tight, begging for his mouth.

She lost herself in the pleasure, opening her eyes again. The sight of him feasting on her body was intoxicating.

She wanted to return the pleasure, touch him, explore him. Her whole body begged to have him inside her. Cupping his face, she pulled him back up for another kiss. He could feel slender fingers trailing down his chest, tracing the edge of his pants. Undoing his pants, she freed his straining cock. Her fingers teased him.
 
Her moans of pleasure where all the motivation he needed to carry on, toying with her magnificent breasts and loosing himself in experience, wanting to hear even more of those sweet pleasured sounds from her. A disappointed grunt slipped from his mouth as it was pulled away and drawn into another heated kiss that he welcomed openly and savored the sweet taste of her mouth.

A gasp of relief escaped him as his rigid length was freed from the confines of his pants. Long and thick it stood sharply at attention, throbbing intensely as her fingered trailed along it.

"So are you really prepared for it?" He whispered.
Fingers trailing down his bare chest felt like fire, drawing a pleasured moan that he fed into kiss, his whole being becoming consumed by the heat and the softness and God his every sense seemed hightened so every little touch felt so much more intense than he had even known.
 
His arousal, his excitement was so obvious. The sight of him, every little noise, every touch was egging her on. Every sensation let her lose herself more in the moment. Niamh loved to be touched. His fingers playing with her breasts. His mouth on hers. Their kiss was heated, wild, hard. The taste of him so good. She couldn't keep her hands off him.

At his whispered question, she looked at him. Her blue eyes met his grays. Both of them dark with need. "Oh yes.." Breathing heavily, she looked down at his hard cock. "I want you." The sexual tension between them had been building from the moment they met. Together with the tension, adrenaline and anger from this morning it made for a heady mix. There was no doubt in her mind she wanted this.

"Are you?"
 
One hand continued to kneed and toy with her tit wile the other fumbeled with the front of pants. There was a level of desperation he felt, a much as he wanted know every inch of her body he also just wanted her. Didn't have the paitence to fully undress just wanted to feel as much as he could. Max managed to get his hand into her pants and push aside the panties that no doubt matched her bra, plunging his fingers into her tight lower body.

"I've been ready for this for the moment I saw you. And we have a whole day ahead of us." He growled, trailing his lips down her neck, his hot breath spilling across her skin.
 
The pleasure was building, coiling tightly inside of her. His one hand on her breasts, a sensation that zinged directly to her hot, clenching sex. His other hand opened her pants and she moaned hard. So impatient. Her hips tilting up to meet his hand. Any touch of his fingers on her skin, pushing her panties aside, just as electric as the hand toying with her tit. His fingers found her wet cunt, push into her and she cried out. It felt so good.

Soft hands held on to his shoulders and her head fell back, eyes closed. Already she was so keyed up. Her legs trembled as she rocked against his fingers. Deeper, faster, harder. She had a hard time forming any words, she just wanted more.

His lips, the graze of his stubble on her neck, his hot breath smoothing over her skin. A whole day of this, with him. Niamh sucked in a heavy breath. Her fingers trace his neck, his collarbone. Her other hand curling into his hair.

"Don't stop.."
 
There was no way Max could have stopped, even if he had wanted to, which he very much didn't. There was too much that needed to be burned off, too much tension, too much anger too much of everything and all he wanted to do was release it all at once. His fingers worked feaverisly, trying to keep in time with the roll of her hips, the warm wetness of her just as inviting as her mouth had been.

"Fuck...." He grunted, pausing for a moment, his fingers burried deep within her body, " God you're fucking intense."
 
He could feel her inner muscles clenching and clenching around his fingers. A needy sound escaped her throat as he paused and told her intense she was. She had to agree. Her entire body seemed to humm with pleasure. Niamh looked at him through heavily lidded eyes, eyes dark with heat and need. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath she took. The feeling of his fingers spreading her pussy was so good, but she wanted more. Wanted something else.

Her breasts pushed against his chest as she leaned in again. Her tight, red nipples brushing against his hot skin, sending a little jolt to her hot sex that he could feel with his fingers inside her. She pressed a kiss to lips, then let her teeth graze his bottom lip as she met his eyes.

"I need you inside me."

As much as she wanted to take her time with him, explore him, she just couldn't help herself.
 
He tugged at her pants, pulling at them fiercely, ripping them along the seam line, not completely but enough for him to gain be able guide her up and drop her on to her his throbbing prick, impaling her up to the hilt on it. Max didn't wait, didn't show the slightest bit of hesitation, keeping his hands firmly on her hip began to lift her up then pull her forcefully back down, groaning in pleasure as his cock filled her tight cunt.

A wet clap filled the air as their skins met, sweaty skin on sweaty skin, "Fuckin tight..." He groaned, taking a moment to steal another kiss from her, "Ride that fucking cock like you know you want to."

He burried his face her tits again, wanting to experience as much of her as he could wile he drove his cock into from below.
 
His cock speared into her tight pussy as he pulled her down on top of him. Niamh cried out in pleasure, her nails inadvertently grasping on to his shoulders. The feeling of him filling her all the way just so intensely good. He asked her to ride him and she smiled. With pleasure.

The first move was slow as she savored the feeling of his large cock sliding along her pussy walls. She lifted herself all the way to the tip, moaning loud as she sank back down on him. Her juices coating all of him. She promised herself she'd take him slow away some point. But she couldn't do delayed gratification, not right now. Going a little faster with every move, she found her rhythm. Her breasts bouncing against his face, punctuated by her moans and gasps. Her body glistened with sweat. Strands of hair escaped the bun. Her inner muscles massaged his thick length as she rode him. So good.
 
Max matched the rythem she found, pushing up into her dripping snatch every time she came down, juices running down his length, mingeling with sweat and dropping onto his heavy sack. One hand shifted on her hip, moving rest above her greedy cunt to prod at her swollen nub as his cock pistoned in and out of her, every slap of their skins drawing a deep pleasured grunt from his lips as he worked to try and find one of her swollen nipples to suckle on, wanting nothing more than to give her as much stimulation as possible. He wanted her to cum, wanted to hear her scream as the orgasm took hold of her sweaty, perfect body.

He'd have to fuck her again before the night. Enjoy everything she had to offer and savor her but now wasn't the time for that.

"You're fuckin greedy" he growled around his monthful of tit, "taking all that cock for yourself."

He bit down on her sensitive nipple, playfully tugging at it before releasing it from his teeth and moving onto the other one that he had yet to savor in his mouth, "these tits would look even better wrapped around all that cock meat."
 
His fingers finding her clit sent a jolt through her system and Niamh swore loud, gasping for air. Just as she thought it couldn't get any better, he proved her wrong. That was all she needed. Her whole body felt on fire, she lost any semblance of control. Pleasure wound up tightly inside her and her movements sped up. The rhythm becoming wilder. It was getting hard to think, all he was saying just adding to the lusty haze she was in.

"Fuck. yes.." She was so loud, moaning his name.

The tension inside her was reaching breaking point and she teetered at the edge of her orgasm. Her body tensed up and as she thrust herself against him, his teeth dug into her red, swollen nipple. This was all she needed and it sent her crashing over the edge. Niamh convulsed around him, her nails accidently pushing into his skin. Her body twisted and shook with the waves of pleasure as she screamed out her release.

She held onto him tightly, her nails pushing against his skin. He felt her walls clamping tightly down on him, squeezing and pulling onto him in her ecstasy.
 
Her lower body tightened against his cock, her screams of pleasure pushing him over the edge and in a single moment he came with her, loosing himself in the rippeling waves of pleasure as he pumped her full of his thick white cum. His breath was ragged and he tried to hold onto the euprhoria of the moment, not wanting to loose that magical feeling of a well earned orgasm.

Max took a Shakey breath, pulling Nimah in for another burning kiss that wile still hot and hungry betrayed the tired feeling that had swept over his body, "You incredible fuckin bitch." He wheezed, pinching one of her nipples playfully, "that was the best fuck I've had in a hundred years."
 
His climax added to her own pleasure high, feeling his cock swell and then shoot his cum deep inside her. Aftershocks rippled through her, her chest heaving as she slowly came down. She moaned into his kiss as he tugged at her nipple. A little jolt going down her spine. After an intense orgasm like that, she felt deliciously looselimbed. The tension from before having disappeared in the aftermath of their wild sex. It would be back, but for now she relished this sexual daze.

"A hundred years, eh? That's one I have never heard before." She smirked, looking at him through heavylidded eyes. She felt like a lazy cat. All she wanted to do was stretch out in the sun, enjoying this feeling. And then do it again. "You're not so bad yourself."

Both of them knew better after what they'd just done, he'd rocked her world, she just liked to tease him. Her fingers raked the loose strands of hair out of her face. What a picture she must make. All mussed and glistening with sweat, face flushed, lips red and swollen. that went for the both of them. Ripped clothes, both of them covered in sweat, him covered in her juices. Her eyes swept their surroundings. They were still alone on the roofterras. Maybe the hotel staff had been discrete and decided not to disturb their romp. It probably wouldn't last. At some point they'd have to get back to business. But not yet. So much for being discrete and undercover. Niamh found she couldn't care less, right now. It wasn't like this op could get much more complicated than it already was.

Her fingers reached into his pocket, retrieving his cigarettes and lighter. The packet looked a little worse for wear, somewhat crushed by her thighs, but the cigarettes were still fine. With a wink, she brought one to her lips, lighting it. After a long drag, she offered it to him.

"Fuck Max, so much for work before play." Her grin grew. "Shall we head down, I hear they do roomservice breakfast too.."
 
Max leaned forward, plucking the cigarette from her hand with his lips, one hand still absentmindedly rubbing at her clit wile the other toyed with her tit. An overwhelming sense of calm washed over his mind as he slouched back on the couch, simply enjoying the feeling of the sun on him and the salty breeze cooling his sweat covered skin. He tilted his head back and took a long pull off the cigarette, watching the smoke drift upwards and pool against the invisible barrier over their heads.

If anything he was more hungry than he was before hand, both for food and for other things. But for the time being he'd have to accept that there where bigger things to worry about. There'd time later to more fully enjoy each other, but right now they had something else to worry about, "Breakfast and a shower would be nice." He said blowing another mass of smoke out, "Then maybe I can taste that tight little pussy wile we try to figure out what to do about the suit."
 
His clever fingers touching her, teasing her without a single thought had her body revving again. God, it would be hard focusing on work tonight rather than letting herself get distracted by him. She didn't want to get up and move on from this. 'Get your head on straight Niamh, at least act somewhat professional'. She chastised herself as she found herself stealing his cigarette again. It had been years since she'd quit the habit, but there were few things that were nicer than a cigarette after sex, especially outside in the sun like this.

"I like the way your mind works Agent Parker." The huskiness of her voice betraying what her mind was really focusing on. She rather wanted to taste his cock too.

She let the smoke escape through her lips, watching it curl around them. Passing the cigarette back, she steeled her resolve. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she lifted herself of him. There was no preventing her little moan as he slipped from her body. Already she missed the feel of him, and his fingers. Her legs felt a little wobbly still as she stood before him.

"Your place or mine?" She asked in a echo of last night.
 
It was hard for him to mask his displeasure as she pulled herself from him, his still hard prick sticky with their combined juices. He definitely needed a shower after all that. A shower, or a quick suck off to clean off the messy mix. He was sure she'd be sucking his cock later and simple decided to tuck it back inside his pants for the time being. Work was the order of the day now, there was still Intel they needed to go over before the party, plans to put into place and other things to worry about. They would no doubt find time to fuck again before they left, but for now he could wait. He did his best to neaten himself up, straighten the button less shirt, not that anyone would give him a second glance walking around with his shirt open in an environment like this.


A woman walking around with her snatch on full display would draw attention, not that it bothered him. There was something about people staring at her after he had just pumped her full of cum that was kind of enticing but that might be fun for a different time. For now they could take the discreet route and he shrugged of his jacket handing it to her to cover up with, "much as I love the way you look right now maybe drawing attention is a bad idea. My room is higher up than yours so we can head there."

With the same playful gesture he had used the night before he offered her his arm.
 
Niamh glanced down at her ripped outfit as she accepted his jacket. It was much too big for her small frame, reaching mid thigh. If she kept it closed, she would be reasonably decent. It did however offer a generous view of her cleavage, but nothing too scandalous. The stickiness between her legs a sexy reminder. Amusement pursed her lips and she took his arm, letting him lead her to the elevator. "Your place it is."

Inside the elevator she was confronted with her reflection in the mirror. She looked like she'd been fucked hard, flushed and disheveled in the best way. Niamh turned to Max about to make some savvy flirty remark, when the elevator opened to let another couple in, a man and a woman both in their fifties. The woman looked Niamh and Max over with a haughty expression and then expressly looked away. The man's gaze snagged on her cleavage.

Mischief slid into Niamh's eyes. They only had a few floors before they got off. She leaned into Max, kissing his neck, knowing fully well that the jacket would open a little further around her breasts with this move.
 
The freshly fucked look suited her, then again he had yet to see her in a look that didn't suit her but he took a special amount of enjoyment out of her current look given his involvement in it. There was work to be done now, as much fun as they'd had up on that roof, and as much as he wanted to have some more fun they needed to get their heads back in the game. He gave a polite nod and smile to the old couple that joined them in the elevator, content to just let things be until he felt Niamah pushing against him, her lips grazing against his neck.

He slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer, a hand resting on her ass under the coat, still smiling at the older couple, "Sorry, you guys probably know how it is." He said with a shrug before the elevator doors opened and he pulled her out into the hallway.

"I had no idea you where such an exabitionist." He joked as he thumbed the ID pad on his door and shouldered it open.
 
Niamh was laughing by the time they left the elevator, enjoying the reaction she'd provoked in the other couple. Still feeling some of that carefree buzz that came with a good fuck.

"Did you see them, I thought their eyes were going fall out of their sockets."

She was still grinning as she followed him into his room. With a quick sweep she checked out the space, noting the windows, exits. The lay-out was similar to her own room. "I think we could fill the whole building with everything we don't know about each other." Amusement curved her lips, her remark coming out even flirtier than she intended, even as it rang with truth. For new partners they were off to one hell of a start. With one hand she unbuttoned his jacket, shrugging it off her shoulders and draping it over one of the chairs. Then she moved towards the bathroom, stripping off what was left of her shirt. Just short of the door, she paused to discard her heels and pants. Hips swaying, she disappeared inside, leaving the door open. No need to get private now. He could hear the shower coming on. Get clean and get on with it. She told her reflection as she glanced into the mirror.

Then she stepped under the hot stream, sighing in contentment. Her eyes closed and she lifted her face to the water. Steam rose up in the small room.
 
Max ran a hand down his face, fighting the overwhelming urge go charging after her into the shower. Was it too early to drink? This was a vacation resort, there was no doubt in his mind that there where people somewhere on the hotel where where already drunk, or possibly still drunk from the night before. Wile good sense said it was too early for a stiff drink, there where also those who would say it was too early to have desperate angry sex on rooftop and that hadn't stopped them. He crossed the room briskly to the minibar, finding a bottle of Bourbon and pouring himself out a glass which he knocked back in a single pull, the liquid burning the whole way down and sitting like a heavy lump in his stomach. It was a good start to clearing his head and getting him focused on what needed to be done and not what he wanted to be doing.

They spent the day reviewing the Intel for the night, tip toeing around the tension that still hung thick in the air. Shortly before dusk they parted ways to prepair for the night ahead.

It gave him time to grow a shower and a quick shave, finding himself in the same position as he had the night before, staring in the mirror has he tried to understand where the scars he knew he should have had gone.

Dressed in the new fitted tux he had gotten he rode the elevator down a few floors, wrapping firmly against Niamah's door.
 
Niamh opened the door, dressed in a long red gown that clung to her toned body. On one side the dress had a split up to her thigh, giving her a better range of movement. Her hair was down in loose waves, make-up once again flawless. She'd cleaned up well after that morning. Confident that she had her head back on the job, she'd opened the door, but he'd cleaned up well too. That tux looked good on him. Pursing her lips, she shook her head. This party would be interesting. Her weight shifted to one hip and she cocked her head. "You look good." Her body angled to the side, leaning against the wall. The dress was open at the back, showcasing her athletic frame. "Before we leave, is there anything else you would like to take to the party?" An invitation to come in.

Closing the door behind him, she followed him into the room. On the bed lay the open cases. She'd let him have his pick before, but people could change their minds.

She leaned against the wall again, crossing her arms in front of her. "Also, we should link now. That way you get used to linking on the way there. No surprises at the party." Tonight was tricky enough with trying to gain access at Quint. Nevermind the whole blackmail thing. This needed to go off without a hitch.
 
Every moment she made caused the fabric to shift in ways that set him imagination reeling off in many different directions and he caught himself wanting to just rip it off her right then and there and fuck her against the wall. Max sucked in a deep breath, pushing all those thoughts as far away from the hear and now as humanly possible. Now was time to work. There would be time for getting naked and sweaty later, and he fully planned to make the most of that time.

"That dress is gonna look real good pooled at the foot of the bed when tonight is over. Does your lingere match it?" God he hoped she had full co-ordinated because a woman with matching underware was always hot.

He strode across the room, looking over the tool cases she had laid out, he had already claimed one of the matches with all it's odds and ends for himself. Security was bound to be tight so a firearm was out of the question, any weapon wouldn't be nessessary, this was an Intel grab. If things fell apart into a firefight they'd have fucked up royally.

"Didn't we already 'link' this morning?" He said with a playful smirk, "I know I plugged something into you."
 
Niamh bit her lower lip to suppress her grin, but it was unsuccessful as he flirted with her. She liked how he played this game between them. Boy, he was going make it hard to concentrate tonight. Her mind was already playing out scenes where he peeled this dress of her, bending her over the bed or taking her against the wall. Her pupils dilated a little from the jolt of lust that went through her body. It was pure discipline that had her wrenching her mind back out of the gutter. Still two could play that game and she couldn't help herself and played along.

"Who says I'm wearing any underwear at all?" Her eyebrow rose provocatively. "You'll have to find out tonight."

Head shaking, she pushed herself off the wall. "While I can't wait to repeat that particular link. I also want you in my head." Her tone was light, joking. Niamh came to stand right in front of him and engaged the link. To his mind it would be obvious that something was trying to connect. How exactly he would perceive it, was personal. To her it was a ping similar as the ones she got from her HUD. She'd heard of others explaining it as a touch or a knock or even a flash. All this she told him in a calm voice, not touching him, but staying close. Proximity didn't really affect a link, but it might make it easier on him.

"Right now, you have to make a conscious decision to either block me out or let me in."
 
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