#agent bond

The door of the hotel room smoothly swung open as James walked through it, his body stiff with adrenaline and his head filled only with thoughts of you.

Your little stunt had nearly cost him victory today, but now he had what he came for, the anxiety of saving the world subsided once more.

"You know, if that USB was all you wanted from him, you could have asked," your voice sounded from across the room, "would've saved you a lot of time."

"There is nothing on this stick that should make it out in the world darling," as he said it, he could feel the smallest tug of a smile around the corners of his mouth, "and don't you even try getting your hands on it."

"ohhhh a challenge…"

He watched you slide out of the chair and did not move as you closed the distance between the two of you.

They were all steps of a game played extrordinarly well, the choreography of a complicated dance where neither participant ever missed a step.

He knew how you moved, far better than he had any right to, knew you inside and out and with barely any thought he pulled the bait just out of your reach, the invisible string that bound you pulling your bodies against eachother.

"No tricks this time?" he teased as he once again pulled the stick out of your reach, your bodies so close he didn't need his hands to turn your back towards the bed. "Has the little fox finally run out?"

"Watch your tone Bond. Night's still young."

Your hands traveled up his chest again and he was convinced you were trying to make him feel every little move of your fingers over his dress shirt, but he knew better than to let his guard down. If he let his attention slip for even a moment he knew you would steal something from him. Whether that be the USB stick, or the keys to his car again.

James took a step forward and in tandem you took one in the opposite direction, the dance once again in motion. Your hands stayed on his chest as the both of you moved towards the bed and he had no doubt that you were trying to figure out how to take the stick from him and if not that, something else he needed to get home again.

He shed his jacket along with the next two steps, moving the USB in a secret pocket in the lining before tossing it over the nearby dresser without looking, still far too enamoured with the dress you had on.

"Do you know how many lives you put at stake tonight?" he said darkly as one of his hands moved over the stomach of your dress to the valley between your breast, the material of it shifting between his fingers like water.

There came no answer from you, but the mischief in your eyes was far from gone and there was a smirk around your lips that was daring him to try and wipe it off.

"All because you decided to show up in a pretty little dress, hoping to impress me."

"I hope I did more than just impress." Your hands around his neck again, the tips tugging on the few little ends of his hair that you could reach as you pulled yourself up to him, your lips ghosting over his. He didn't understand how he had kept his cool back at the bar. With you so close to him he found it impossible to keep thinking straight without the company of a strong drink and before he knew it he'd put his lips on yours.

"You were on my mind. All goddamn night," he growled between kisses, taking the last steps to push you onto the mattrass and he wasted no time in getting on top of you. "Maybe I should just tie you up, perhaps that would help you to leave it to me to keep the world from blowing up."

"You wouldn't last a night without me."

"On the contrary."

"You're a selfish man James. The reward of getting to live another day isn't enough for you anymore."

"Who said it ever was?"

Before you could say anything else he was kissing you again with a feverish need. His hands moving the straps of your dress from your shoulders to pull the fabric off your torso.

The discovery that you had foregone a bra of any sorts made him all the more eager to discover what else you had been hiding from him that night.

He didn't stop kissing you as he pulled the dress down to your hips before moving his hands back up along the planes of your stomach, halting his movements to massage your breasts.

A proud feeling spread in his chest when he felt you moan into his mouth and he had no doubt that you could feel his growing erection brushing against your thigh.

However he was in no hurry for this night to end anytime soon as he moved from your lips to kiss along your jaw to that sensitive spot right below your ear.

He continued on downwards, leaving small love bites every now and then as he went.

By the time he reached the pushed down fabric your were squirming under his ministrations and your breath was laboured.

He knew exactly what he did to you and to see you at his mercy like this once more did not leave him without a certain sense of satisfaction. He kissed the red mark he'd left just under your belly button, teasing you just a little more before he was going to have you completely naked under him.

You huffed as he slowly moved the skirts of the dress down your legs where it pooled at your feet. James knew you thought he was going too slow, teased you too much when you wanted him to fuck you, but he had already decided he was going to take you apart slowly. So slow that you'd be begging for him by the end of it. All to give you a little taste of your own medicine.

"No panties either? Were you hoping that I'd just pull you into a closet and fuck you there, huh?"

You whined his name as he spoke and he grinned. "Always so desperate and impatient. I am surprised you got anything done in Monaco… or did you simply leave in the middle of your capor?"

He knew that was an unfair jab but it wouldn't be the first time the two of you exchanged low blows like this. Even then, he knew damn well where the line was, but this was not it.

James removed the pile of fabric from around your ankles and tossed it somewhere into the room before he moved on to your heels. He kissed each of your thighs as he unclasped the thin straps that held the heels to you feet and tossing those away as well.

"Dammit James, always such a fucking tease."

"You need to learn to have some patience Y/N. Good things come to those who wait."

You scoffed at his words. "If you don't hurry up I am going to restrain you with your own damn tie and take what I want."

"I'd like to see you try."

He hardly took the threat serious, knowing any thought of it would be gone as soon as he touched you where you wanted him too.

As he kissed up the inside of your thighs he couldn't resist sucking a hickey into the flesh close to your dripping folds. The whimper that followed from above him putting a self satisfied grin on his face.

He gathered some of your slick on his middle- and indexfinger, ghosting them over your inner lips before slowly pushing one of them at your entrance and the small moan that came from you sounded muffled to him.

"Don't hide your singing from me little nightingale," he spoke as his mouth hovered mere milimeters from your pussy, "I'd hate to force that lovely melody out of you."

When he pushed his finger a little further into you he was met with the familiar resistance of something that had not been properly stretched open yet.

You were panting above him, but when he pushed again, a moan left your lips.

"That is it, let me hear you."

He continued to slowly work you open, his thumb slowly circling your clit as he worked a second finger inside of you.

A string of pants and half moans fell from your lips as he worked his fingers inside of you, your mouth falling open in a silent 'O' when he found that special spot inside of you, pressing his fingers against it.

As he continued his ministrations, James slowly made his way back up to be face to face with you again. Kissing the red marks he'd made along the way.

"Tell me," he said as he placed open mouth kisses along your neck, "how long has it been since that little pussy of yours has been properly filled?"

There came no answer from you and the only sound that filled the room were the faint, wet noises that came from James working his fingers in and out of you.

"Such a mouth all evening and all it takes to shut you up is two fingers inside your wet little hole?" he chuckled lowly as he slowed his pace a bit, causing your hips to chase whatever friction you felt disappearing along with a low whine he swallowed as he put his lips on yours once more.

"Now tell me, how long has it been? How long since you've had a proper fuck, hmmm?"

Another whine slipped past your lips as your hands came up to claw at his chest through his shirt. He knew you were not nearly as desperate yet as you wanted him to believe. The little tells in the back of his mind reminding him as much, but he thought it cute that you still tried to fool him.

"If you don't tell me, I'll stop."

"Someone needs to teach you some fucking manners," you said breathlessly as you bucked your hips to try and gain some more friction.

"And you need to mind your language. Your point? How long darling? Just tell me and you can have me."

"Damn you James," you cursed, another string of swearwords left you as he slowed his pace even more. "It's been six fucking months, you happy? six dry fucking months."

"Was it really that hard to tell me?" He increased his pace again as he spoke, knowingly rendering you speechless as you pushed yourself as close to him as you could. Chasing the pleasure he'd been depriving you off.

"Go fuck yourself."

"Hmmm, no. I think I'd rather keep my hands busy with you." With those words he kissed you again. Slowly, as if he were making love to you. His tongue matching the pace of his fingers, which he knew were still going far too slow for your liking, but he had you where he wanted and that is what he needed.

Until he suddenly found himself on his back, fingers still inside of you, but now you were riding them, hands splayed out on his chest for leverage and a beautifully blissed expression on your face.

He let you be like that for a while. Even in all his dominant tendencies, he still found you the most beautiful when you were riding him. Be that his fingers, his cock or his face, he'd never get enough of it.

He barely paid attention to how you'd tried to pin his other hand down to prevent him from flipping you over again. Even if it were because he was stronger than you, the position of your hand made it more than easy to get out of your grip, so he let you be for little, enjoying the view of your naked body bouncing on his fingers.

As much as he wanted to get lost in the sound of your moans and breathless whimpers, he was not about to let you just get away with it. He would have his sweet revenge.

James barely needed any thought to free his pinned arm from your grip and with ease he rolled himself on top of you, taking care not to accidentally crush you under his weight.

"Did you really think I'd just let you get away with your little stunt like that?" His voice was low and full of arousal and he could feel his cock straining in his pants, but he was going to teach you a little lesson first.

"You slipped," you simply answered as you tried to rock your now pinned hips against his hand.

"I wasn't talking about what you just did, you little minx. No, I meant how you decided to be a fucking nuisance by showing up in that little dress. Showing yourself off to everyone like an attention deprived little peacock."

"Do I hear you're jealous, James?" you teased as your hands moved towards his belt, "and here I thought the famous agent Bond was above such a thing."

When it comes to you I am not above anything, he thought, but he'd rather die than admit that to you as he pinned your wrists by the sides of your head with a low growl.

"You almost blew my cover. The guy nearly got away and fucked us all over."

"Lucky me then you like the extra challenge."

"If you think that alone is gonna get you out of this, you're wrong."

As he maneuvered both your wrist into one of his hands he pulled his tie from his neck, moving it around your wrists instead and pulled the knot tight enough that you couldn't escape without him noticing.

James shed the rest of his clothes faster than he ever remembered doing and helped you further up the mattrass as he got back on top of you, your hands still bound together by the tie.

He tugged at it again, pleased with the seeming fact that you hadn't tried to escape.

"So pretty for me," he murmured against your skin, "surprised nobody else has tried to snatch you up yet."

"Same goes for you Bond. Always a different girl warming your bed when I am not around huh?"

"And you can never find a partner that fucks you as well as I do." With those words he moved down again, lining his face up with your wet lips before diving in.

He never started slow with you and tonight was no different. Your taste was another thing he could never get enough of. If he could have his way, he'd spend the rest of his life between your thighs.

You moaned loudly above him and he couldn't care if the people on the other side of the hotel walls could hear the two of you. He'd been deprived of you for far too long and now he would get his fill.

As he ate you out like a man starved he slowly pushed two fingers into you again. The resistance he'd felt the first time was still there, but it had subsided and worked them in tandem with his tongue, working you to the edge you wanted to chase so badly.

He moved with you as you bucked your hips into him, desperate for even more friction, but he did not care. All he wanted in this moment was you.

Quickly enough you were on the edge of your first orgasm, the familiar sqeeze of your walls around his fingers only serving to spur him on and within moments you were falling over the edge above him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

James helped you ride out your high, gently sucking and licking up whatever juices had come free from his ministrations, before working his way up again. Teasingly scratching the red marks he'd left on you with his teeth.

Your hands were still bound by the tie, but he could see it had gotten notably more loose. Not that he blamed you for it. He wasn't this good for nothing and he wasn't nearly done with you just yet, but he was going to give you the chance to at least catch your breath for a bit.

"Bored with me already? If that was all you could've just shoved my skirts up," you teased as James tossed the tie towards the pile that were his clothes.

"Not nearly darling, don't you worry you pretty head about that."

"You say that as if I ever would. Shame, honestely."

"Dammit James, always such a fucking tease."

"You need to learn to have some patience Y/N. Good things come to those who wait."

You scoffed at his words. "If you don't hurry up I am going to restrain you with your own damn tie and take what I want."

"I'd like to see you try."

He hardly took the threat serious, knowing any thought of it would be gone as soon as he touched you where you wanted him too.

As he kissed up the inside of your thighs he couldn't resist sucking a hickey into the flesh close to your dripping folds. The whimper that followed from above him putting a self satisfied grin on his face.

He gathered some of your slick on his middle- and indexfinger, ghosting them over your inner lips before slowly pushing one of them at your entrance and the small moan that came from you sounded muffled to him.

"Don't hide your singing from me little nightingale," he spoke as his mouth hovered mere milimeters from your pussy, "I'd hate to force that lovely melody out of you."

When he pushed his finger a little further into you he was met with the familiar resistance of something that had not been properly stretched open yet.

You were panting above him, but when he pushed again, a moan left your lips.