Ok, so this story I did for my awesome buddy PrincessAletheia's bday which is Wednesday. This is the first chapter, and the second one will be up on Wednesday, the actual day of her bday! Hope you guys like it! :D
"So you'll come?" Emily asked with an excited edge in her voice.
"Yes Prentiss, I'll be there."
"Great! Be there by 8. That's when the fun is going to start," she told her boss before she flashed him a huge smile and walked out of his office back to her seat.
Hotch hung his head. Spending time alone with Emily and Reid was going to be a dangerous experience. He could already tell.
DANGEROUS
"Do you need me to bring anything Reid?"
"You can bring whatever you want to, you know that." Emily and Reid had a regular dinner and a movie night at one of their houses as often as they could. Although Reid liked to make comments during the entire movie, Emily always enjoyed spending time with him. He was a great guy and they had a lot in common, and this week Reid was the lucky hostess.
Prentiss noticed how sad Hotch looked lately so she had finally mustered up enough courage to invite him along. "I'll bring dessert," Emily happily told the skinny profiler before her.
"Great."
Emily looked up at Reid and saw a look on Reid's face. "What's wrong?"
"What if Hotch doesn't like spending time with us? What if he finds us boring? What if he hates the movie? Did you know—"
"REID!" Emily cut off her babbling friend before he gave her some useless detail that she'd never use ever in her lifetime. "Calm down. He's going to have fun. That's why we invited him, to let him have some fun instead of looking at reports and murders all day. So, relax Reid, it'll be fun. I can feel it."
DANGEROUS
Reid looked out his window and saw that it was a complete downpour outside. He prayed that the power wouldn't go out. You can't have a movie night with no power. He heard a knock at his door and he practically skipped to the door to open it. He was slightly disappointed when Hotch stood there drenched. Reid gulped. Great, Hotch made it before Emily did, and now they'd have to make small talk without Emily being around.
"Wow, it's pouring out there huh?"
Hotch nodded his head tightly. "Can I come in?"
Reid stepped aside. "Of course." Hotch walked into Reid's small apartment and looked around. He peeled off his soaking wet jacket and hung it on the hook by the front door. He had already gotten rid of his tie, in hopes that Emily and Reid could see that he was trying to relax and have fun tonight.
"Is Prentiss here yet?"
"No."
Hotch nodded. Wow, that was a long conversation he thought to himself. What could they talk about now? Luckily they didn't have to think about something to talk about because there was a small knock on the door. Reid let out a sigh of relief, until he opened the door and then he couldn't breathe.
Emily stood before the two men holding a crumb cake, and she was dripping wet. Her hair was matted to her head, and her clothes were clinging to her body. She had picked a light green skirt that stopped right above her knees and had on a lacy white blouse. Both men stared at her with no shame.
Emily giggled lightly. "Are you going to invite me in or do you think I'm going to ruin your carpet?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Emily, come on in." Emily rushed past him and smiled brightly at Hotch. "Hey Hotch!" She walked into the kitchen and placed her cake onto the counter. Her hands went to her shirt and tried to wring out some excess water from it. She knew that it was clinging to her and she also knew that the two men were staring at her. Emily walked up to Hotch and placed her hand on his arm. "I see you didn't make it here before the rain started either."
Hotch smiled down at her. "No, I didn't." Hotch looked down and saw a droplet of rain make it's way off the end of her hair and down in between the valley of her breasts, then disappear underneath her shirt.
Reid cleared his throat. "Shall we eat?"
This question pulled the two away from each other. "Yes, I'm starving!" Emily cried out.
This caused Reid to laugh. "When aren't you starving?"
"Hey!" Emily cried out in defense. "That's not true. Is it true Hotch?" She asked as she turned to face him again.
"Sorry Prentiss, but you do always seem to be hungry. Although I don't know where you put it." He said quietly as his eyes roamed over her wet body again. Emily felt herself blush at his words.
"Dinner is served," Reid called to the two who seemed to be in their own little world again. He was going to have to up his game, this was his time alone with Emily, and he wasn't going to let Hotch steal all of her attention away, even if he didn't mean to.
The trio all sat down and dug in. Emily let out a moan as she put the piece of turkey into her mouth. "God Reid, this is delicious." The moan that she released had both men looking up at her. Hotch squirmed in his seat to readjust himself since his pants were suddenly becoming very tight, and the fact that they were still slightly wet didn't help. "Seriously Reid, and this casserole. You're trying to kill me!"
"Why would I do that?" Reid asked.
Emily's head snapped up towards Reid. "I didn't mean it literally Reid. It's an expression." He sat there with a confused look on his face, and Emily locked eyes with Hotch and they both smiled.
The three of them continued to eat their dinner and make small talk. There was some flirting happening between them, and laughter filled the room. Emily would occasionally bite her lip, and all the two men could do was stare at the lip in between her teeth. Reid got up to take his plate into the kitchen. Finally, Emily couldn't take it anymore; she had to say what was on her mind.
"Is it just me or is there some serious sexual tension going on between the three of us right now?" Emily asked the two men.
Reid stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the kitchen while Hotch sucked in a sharp breath. Both of them stayed perfectly still. Emily's eyes raced from Hotch's to Reid's as they both stood still. Did she misread all the signals? She knew everyone was having a good time, and she knew that all of them were flirting. She didn't know if it was the rain or just getting Hotch out of his suits, but being with him there, in that moment, with Reid standing by made a certain part of her set on fire. Emily's eyes rested back on Reid's and she saw that he had hardened, damn near bursting the front of his slacks. Hotch stood, and she discovered he was in the same state as Reid, extremely tense, erect and ready.
Emily took a quiet breath, that meant she didn't misread anything right? Or maybe Hotch's desire hadn't totally tackled his reluctance. Maybe with both of the men it was just a natural reaction to her words and it had nothing to do with them all being together. Damn it, she thought to herself. You had to say something didn't you Emily! You had to fuck everything up.
"I'm sorry if that was too blunt. I didn't mean anything by it. I just—"
"Let's go." Hotch grabbed her hand and tugged on her arm, nearly dragging her out of the dinning room in his haste.
"What?" She asked shocked for a minute. She had never seen Hotch like that before. Not with her anyway. "Where are we going?"
"Reid, where's your bedroom!" He called over his shoulder as he dragged Emily behind him in search for the younger man's room.
Emily felt excitement jolt through her, screaming through her blood. Hotch did want her as much as she wanted him. She had never had sex with two men at the same time, but she trusted Hotch and Reid with her life, so she was definitely ready to try to adventure out.
"It's the last door on the left," Reid finally answered. "But Emily put a lot of time into making this crumb cake."
Emily tossed a teasing glance over her shoulder. "It'll make a great midnight snack Reid."
"It will if you let me eat if off your breasts," Reid murmured, stalking closer.
She let out a contagious laugh. "Only if you promise to lick off every little tiny crumb."
She knew that Reid had said something and started to move closer to them, but she couldn't hear considering Hotch had picked up his pace and was pulling her down the hall, towards Reid large bed. In less than 20 seconds, she was flat on her back with Hotch's larger body covering hers. He used his knees to spread her legs wide.
Hotch's mouth swooped over hers before the bed stopped bouncing. He nudged her lips apart and plunged deep into the kiss, engaging her, igniting her. Emily threw her arms around his neck and lost herself in his flavor and his touch. Demand tinged with desperation, she could taste it, and it tasted delicious. His impatient lust flowed with every hot swipe of his tongue against hers, every bunching of his hard shoulders under her fingers.
He urged her legs apart even more and settled his cock directly against her. She let out a loud moan. He fit as if he had been made to occupy the cradle of her thighs. And when he pushed against her, bumping her clit, she gasped into the kiss, stunned that he could raise such sexual havoc in a handful of heartbeats. He swallowed her response, and with another grind against her, demanded more. Emily always knew Hotch was demanding and she should have guessed that he would be in bed as well, but this was better than anything she could have ever imagined.
To her left, the bed dipped again. Heat blasted her, coming closer with each second, until another hard male body plastered itself against her side. Reid. Shirtless, she discovered as she reached out to touch him. In the fierceness of Hotch's kisses and movements, Emily had almost forgotten about Reid.
Her fingers traced patterns along the soft skin of his stomach up to fist her hand in his hair and pulled lightly. Reid planted a series of soft kisses on her cheek and down her neck as he worked a hand in between her and Hotch, until he found the hard point of her nipple through her shirt and caressed her. Emily felt moisture gush between her legs. This is going to be good, she thought to herself.
Hotch tore away from his possession of her mouth long enough to taste the skin of her neck, and nibble on her collarbone. A shaky sigh escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered open and they settled on Reid whose eyes alone made her melt. He was watching her, inviting her to sin. Emily's breath caught when he started to move closer.
Then Hotch distracted her as he plowed into the buttons of her lacy blouse, swept both halves of the flimsy garment aside, and then shoved her bra up, exposing her to his ravenous gaze. Hotch grunted like a caveman at the sight before him then covered her breast with one large palm. Emily sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. Hotch didn't bother to pause to let her catch up. He simply lifted her breast, testing its weight, and then brushed his thumb over the taut tip. Tingles erupted all over her again.
Emily barely had any time to be overwhelmed by Hotch's fondling of her breasts before Reid's mouth settled over her own. He started off with a gentle brush of lips, a teasing lick of her bottom lip, and sexy sigh as he pressed her mouth open, making her believe that he was going to take their mind blowing kiss to the next level, but he didn't. Emily wanted more; she lifted her mouth to Reid's. He merely smiled against her lips then nipped at her bottom lip with a playful bite. He was building the anticipation and it was driving Emily insane. She wanted him. Bad.
Hotch, who was still at her breasts, wasn't building a gentle anything. He also made it perfectly clear that he didn't intend on being overlooked or overshadowed. Instead, he sucked her nipple into his mouth with a hard pull, drawing desire directly from the aching point, which hardened like a rock against his tongue. He bit down enough to make it sting. Enough to send a smoldering rocket of want through her breast, jetting down her belly to crash right between her legs. Emily whimpered and arched up into him as an offering.
"You're beautiful." Reid whispered against her mouth. "Better than any fantasy."
Emily felt herself blushing at Reid's sweet words, but she found herself holding her breath waiting for Hotch's response. Would he agree with Reid? Did it matter? She wanted to tell herself that it didn't matter to her what Hotch thought about her, even though they were clearly going to go to a place none of them could ever return from, but deep down inside, she wanted to hear his response. She wanted to hear him tell her she was beautiful. She wanted to know what he thought about her.
"Isn't she Hotch?" Reid prodded.
Emily's eyes focused on the top of Hotch's head. She wanted to yell at him to answer Reid, but she also wanted to yell at herself because why did she care about his opinion so much. All this was, and all this was ever going to be was a one night stand. Three people who gave into temptation. That didn't mean he thought she was beautiful.
Emily's breath caught in her throat when he finally answered. "Yes," he groaned against her breast, his breath striking her wet nipple, cooling in and hardening it even more. "Better than any fantasy that I've ever had, and believe me when I say I've had a lot."
Emily's heart started to beat faster. He had had fantasies about her before. He had thought about her the same way that she had thought about him. His words vibrated deep inside of her, straight to her swollen folds. She ached for the man between her legs.
Soon Hotch's hands were at her skirt, pushing, lifting, and sliding the soft material across her skin. The sensation didn't arouse her as much as the knowledge of Hotch's rough palms following the material. From her knees, to her thighs, up her hips. The touch of his calloused skin over her sensitive flesh lit her up even more. The comet that was hurling for her multiplied and settled between her legs, and found a home right under her clit. Reid unhooked the front clasp of her bra and laved at one nipple, while Hotch tore off his shirt, sat back on his heels and stared.
"These are going to have to go!" Hotch gave his famous Hotchner glare at the blood red colored thong panties she was wearing. Before Emily could even take a hold of the waistband and pull them down, Hotch grabbed one side. With hot male eyes on a face shouting that he was strung out on lust and desire, he wrapped the wisp of fabric around his fist and pulled. A surprised gasp and a soft rip later, and Emily was basically naked. Reid made that basically a fact by pulling the blouse and bra down her shoulders, then sliding the skirt down her hips, to the floor.
Hotch hissed in a sharp breath as he looked down at her, his stare unabashedly focused between her legs. Emily looked to her left and saw that Reid was taking a different route. He started at her breasts and traveled over the swells, and dips that went to her waist, over her flat stomach then headed lower. Reid looked ready to savor every moment. Hotch's eyes told her that he was ready to dive into the feast, and stay for a while.
"Hotch?" Reid asked softly beside him. Emily looked back over at her boss and saw him still staring at her folds. If he wasn't in between her legs she would have tried to close them some, because his stare was making her self conscious. Was something wrong? Was he changing his mind?
"Damn she's wet." Emily smiled to herself. He wasn't changing his mind.
"Very," Reid murmured. "Why don't you find out just how wet?"
God yes! If Emily hadn't already known she damn near dripped with desire, Hotch proved it by sliding his thumbs up her swollen folds and parting them wide, the pads sliding over her slick skin. His touch was electric as he forced her flesh apart for his and Reid's gazes. Knowing that the two of them were watching and wanting her made Emily's desire soar and almost left her in a state of barely being able to breathe.
One of Hotch's thumbs slid closer to her seeping opening and Emily felt her emptiness acutely. She ached for him to fill her empty sex with the stiff length of his cock—badly. Dangerous, yes. And wrong. After all he was still her boss, and Reid was a really good friend. Would things be different between them after they went through with this or would everyone be in a better place? But then again with every touch, her body fell under his spell until it was his to control, not hers. Of its own accord, her body raised its hips to him in silent pleading.
"Make her come," Reid whispered, darting his eyes between Hotch and Emily. She was flushed and looked even more gorgeous than usual.
"Oh, I'll make her come," Hotch said with a cocky grin that he aimed right at Emily. Emily could barely focus on anything other than Hotch and his promise. He was going to make her come. Emily had no doubt he could. In about thirty seconds or less no doubt.
Emily locked eyes with Hotch once more. "Just touch me." The words fell from her lips softly.
"I will, in any way I can. I'm going to find every way to make you come and in the end you'll be begging me to stop."
Dear God, she thought. Did he mean that? Her body hoped he did, every word. She swallowed a burning lump of lust. "Please." Unable to stop herself, she lifted her hips to him one more time. Hotch didn't turn down the invitation to touch her.
He slipped a thick finger into her wet depths, swiping his thumb over her clit with the other. Sparks blended with pure magic to brush her skin with want, fire her blood with pure unadulterated need. She moaned deeply. He repeated the process and Reid bent down to take her mouth into a kiss ripe with demand and her moans became more like pants.
Reid swallowed the sounds and lifted his hand to cover her breast, fingers toying with her nipple, gently pinching, turning. He sent more bolts of lust south, down low, to join the heavy pulse of demand her body pumped out at each brush of Hotch's thumb over her clit.
Legs taut, back bowed, Emily felt the edge of climax drawing near. And they'd what, touched her for less than two minutes? These men had magical powers and she was highly upset that they had never done this before. She was drowning, flying, soaring high above the world and she didn't want it any other way.
Hotch pushed a second finger inside, and her flesh swallowed him up and clamped down on him. "Jesus Christ Prentiss, you're so tight."
Reid smiled against her neck then took her earlobe between his teeth. "Tell me how she feels."
"She's so damn tight and hot! Fuck!"
"Pump her with your fingers."
Hotch began to slide his fingers in and out of her tight passage.
"Come for us Em," Reid whispered in her ear, brushing his thumbs across her so sensitive nipples.
Emily felt swollen everywhere. She was damp with sweat, wet with need, blood raced through her body. Her heart pounded inside of her chest, aching to break free. Her skin tingled, and the entire time Hotch continues to mercilessly thumb her clit. His fingers slid in and out, playing some sensitive spot inside her sex that she, or anyone else for that matter, had ever found before.
Reid whispered against her mouth, "You look breathtakingly beautiful. I can't wait to watch you scream in climax." Then his long skinny fingers plucked at her aching nipple.
Holding on was no longer an option. The heat inside her built. Her blood roared. Emily held her breath, whimpered, moaned, until she finally cried out and was sent hurtling deep into a realm of ecstasy she'd never experienced before.
Hotch's fingers stayed lodged in her, and she could feel her walls clutch him, squeezing, releasing, caressing him again. "Again," he demanded. "Come again."
She moaned. "I don't think I can." That one orgasm was stronger than any she has ever had, and she was spent. And all he did was touch her with his fingers. She couldn't imagine how explosive it would be with his dick inside of her. She bit her lip to bite back a moan.
Hotch gave her a look, and she opened her mouth to argue then quickly closed it knowing she had no strength to even fight him. She couldn't even focus with his thumb continuing to play over her clit, making her twitch, prolonging her pleasure until her head spun. Until it slowly built to more. Until she needed to come again.
"That's right," Hotch murmured. Then he bent down to her. No waiting, no warning. His tongue lashed out against her clit, assuming the same teasing movements as his thumb.
The sensations matched those he'd incited before, but felt more intense. Emily filled with need, as if she'd never come at all. Only this time, the pleasure was stronger. Her body was primed, his mouth determined, and his will iron. She would come for him again. He was not going to take no for an answer. And Emily should know that Hotch always got what he wanted.
As she watched Hotch, seeing him feasting on her aroused her nearly as much as his actual touch. Within moments, the question of whether she'd come again ceased to be, morphing into a question of when. Emily knew from her tensing body, the thickening pleasure, the way her legs spread wider all on their own, inviting Hotch in deeper, that the when would be soon.
"What's she taste like? Reid asked against the underside of her breast before he dragged her nipple into his mouth for a long sensual suckle. Emily's breathing climbed, and hitched.
"Sweet!" Hotch muttered, lapping at her again like she was tasty treat that he couldn't get enough of.
Emily's heart soared at his words. He approved. No, he enjoyed. His rough voice and uninhibited devouring told her that. He wasn't going to stop until he wrung every drop of pleasure from her that he could. Reid rose above her then, his gaze penetrating her. Desire hardened his features. Dangerous. Predatory. He wasn't content to just watch. He expected his turn.
Her pleasure climbed, ratcheting up, every lick ramping her euphoria higher than before until it strung her so tight, she felt her clit fill with blood, pulse, moments away from a mind blowing orgasm.
"Look at me when you come," Reid demanded.
Emily did, her gaze fixed onto Reid's. Grabbing the sheet, Emily arched up as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. "Reid…"
"Soon I'll be doing that to you. I'll be the one making you come."
"Yes," she panted.
Then Hotch's tongue flicked her clit, devastating her control. "Oh God. Oh…HOTCH!"
Ecstasy ripped the sound from her throat as light, color, sensation and heat all rushed inside her, detonating through every nerve in her body. She jolted with the force, shook, her muscles turned to jelly. As she lay there, trying to catch her breath, Hotch looked up from in between her legs, his mouth red and wet and set in a determined line. "Once more baby." Then his tongue collided with her clit again.
"My turn," Reid insisted.
Hotch reluctantly agreed. He slid off the bed and disappeared to the other side of the room. She began to tip her head back and follow him with her gaze, but Reid snagged her attention by caressing a pair of elegant fingertips through her steamy, swollen slit, then slowly, so slowly, sliding them deep inside her.
"Relax Em."
Tingles erupted, shocking her with their insistence. Who knew she could have two hard orgasms in a row? And the way she felt now, a third wasn't far behind.
He prodded that sensitive spot inside her that Hotch had quickly found as well and plied it, softly, but without mercy. The walls of her sex tightened, tingled and ached. Then he stimulated her clit with a long drag of his tongue. Emily cried out again and clutched the sheets.
"Reid…" She bucked her hips up and squirmed away from him. All the sensations were driving her crazy. She was so sensitive.
"Stay where I can taste you."
Hotch muttered something low in Reid's ear. Her lashes fluttered open in time to see Reid nod. Then Hotch's hands disappeared between her legs.
Her gaze connected with his. He burned her with the demand of his expression. He wanted to see her come again, under Reid's tongue. It was all there in the harsh glare, and he was going to help push her over the edge.
Reid's tongue flirted with the ultrasensitive tip of her clit, now peeking out from its protective folds. She screamed at the sensations. Sensing that their climax hovered moments away, Reid released her clit and backed off. "Not yet. Soon, there's more. And I want to savor you."
"No," she panted so close that sweat was forming between her breasts. "Now!"
Reid chuckled. "Have a little patience."
"No," she repeated, looking between the two men.
"Yes." Hotch insisted. She focused in on him as he leaned closer.
"Do it," he commanded Reid.
With a small nod, the young genius reached for her legs, caressing his way up slowly. "With pleasure."
"Do what?" she asked shyly.
Reid answered her question when he curled his palms under her knees and lifted her legs, spreading them high and wide until they were folded against her body, resting above either hip. Leaving her wide open. For anything. Emily breathed harder at the thought.
"Hold yourself there," Reid said, bringing her hands under her knees.
They both stared at her exposed sex, eyes hot and completely determined. They were up to something, she could feel it. Wondering what it was tied her stomach into knots of needs.
"Reid…"
"Don't beg him for mercy. He doesn't have any. I have even less." Hotch leaned down and took Emily's ear lobe in between his lips. "We're going to invade that delectable ass of yours."
"Will it hurt?" she mumbled unsure. She had never done anything like that before.
"We won't fuck you there, until you tell us it's okay."
She sent them a shaky nod. "Okay."
"I wasn't waiting for your consent."
"I know."
"Finish it."
"She won't last long," Reid commented.
"Emily may not respond to it." A shrug of Hotch's shoulders was meant to give her the impression that he didn't care, but she sensed that he actually did. Very much.
They didn't leave her wondering for long if she would respond. Moments later, she felt something cool and slippery nudging her back entrance. She tensed, what were they invading her with? And why did Reid have it in his house?
"Don't tense," Reid urged. "Push down a bit. It isn't big."
Biting her lip, Emily tried to relax and push down on the invading object, clearly coated with lubricant. She was only half committed to the actions, but then she saw the fire in Hotch's eyes, as he took off his pants and took his cock in his hand, while staring at Reid probe her ass with the object.
The fact that she could get Hotch, of all people, to stroke his own flesh because she aroused him so much, made Emily want to give him more of a show. She didn't know where her sudden confidence around the two guys came from, especially Hotch, but she wanted to tease them.
Focusing on Reid's instruction, she did as he told her and suddenly something slender slid up, up, up into her ass. A gentle click later and that something began to vibrate. Reid slid the vibe in and out of her gently, letting her adjust to the feel of the little wand rapidly destroying her sanity as she watched Hotch stroke his own cock in a harsh fist. When Reid bent his head to take her clit back into his mouth, the flame between her thighs roared into an inferno.
Her back arched as she panted. This climax was huge. Emily never imagined pleasure so consuming she couldn't take a breath.
"Are you ready to come?" Reid asked.
Emily couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but whimper as her climax started to steamroll her. Emily opened her eyes and watched as Hotch leaned over her. He fused his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue, deep, then deeper as if trying to get closer. Moments later, he stepped back to gasp in a desperate breath and continue to pump his cock. Then Hotch leaned in and kissed her again like he couldn't get enough. The fact that he couldn't stand not to touch himself while he touched her filled her with fascination and a pang of need.
Reid continued to drive Emily mad with the vibe in her ass, his fingers inside of her and his mouth on her clit. Along with Hotch's kisses, she couldn't hold on. Hotch possessed her, urged her on. Emily screamed into his mouth as the world blasted into tiny pieces all around. She clamped down on Reid's questing fingers, making her moan into Hotch's mouth all over again.
Hotch broke the kiss quickly, panting, frantically fisting his erection with a tight jaw and taut abdomen. Then he threw back his head and roared loudly, the sound bounced off the walls. Then warm jets of semen splashed on her stomach and another wave of sensation slammed her at the thought that she could make him come so powerfully.
"Hotch!" she cried out.
DANGEROUS
The three collapsed on top of each other with Emily in the middle. Reid wrapped his arm around Emily's small stomach and Hotch grasped Emily's breast in his hand and squeezed. Without saying anything the three of them all fell asleep.
Reid woke up and squinted towards his alarm clock and saw the bright red numbers telling him it was just before 2 am. He looked over at Emily sleeping peacefully and the sounds of her coming rang into his ear putting a smile on his face. He had wanted Emily for a while now. He always looked forward to their dinner and movie nights and he was always hoping that one night something like this would happen, but in his fantasies Hotch was never with them. The smile that was gracing his face slowly melted away when he remembered that in the end Emily had cried out Hotch's name instead of his in the throws of passion. He swallowed a boulder sized lump of envy, and his eyes darted from Emily's face to Hotch's. What if she only went through with this because Hotch was there? What if Hotch was the one she wanted and not him? What if he lost the one woman he wanted to his boss all because she invited him to dinner to cheer him up? He shook his head, willing himself to not think about it until he had to as he forced himself to go back to sleep, but only after pulling Emily a little bit closer to him.
Hotch opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. Where was he? Oh yeah, he remembered…Reid's house. He looked down and saw Emily sleeping peacefully next to him. His hand was still over her breast. He thought back to her screaming his name and he gave her breast a quick squeeze. His eyes moved up towards Reid's and he frowned. She may have called out his name, but she was always spending time with Reid. What if they have done this before, minus him of course? Why did that thought bother him so much? Of course, he had thought about Emily before when he was alone, or when she walked by or when he was in a store and smelled the perfume she wore as he passed. He had fantasized about Emily on more than one occasion and he loved the fact that he could make her come, hard, just from his fingers and tongue. His mind started racing as he thought about what it would feel like to be inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him farther into her. Being with her like this changed everything. Between the three of them, things would never be the same ever again. His breathing started to change into quick panicked breaths as he thought about how things would be between them now. How would this affect work? How would this affect his relationship with Prentiss? Emily. He closed his eyes and willed himself to go back to sleep, almost afraid of what he would wake up to next when the sun was shining.
Emily woke up feeling completely content. She moved to the right a bit and a sharp pain ran through her. She hissed quietly, she was sore. She turned her head towards Reid and a small smile graced her face. Who knew that the little boy genius of the group had that in him? And she was almost positive that he didn't know that he had that in him. She looked over at Hotch and her smile grew even wider. She invited him to dinner so he could have a good time and she was pretty positive he had a great time. She had never seen him like that before. He was commanding every day at work, but the way he took control of her tonight, and the way he was determined to make her come repeatedly made her want the man before her even more. She had no idea that when the night started that this was how the evening was going to end, but she sure as hell was glad that it did. Remembering the way that Hotch's eyes burned into hers made her body hot all over again. Emily couldn't help but think about how Hotch was going to act in the morning. When they moved off of the bed, and went back to reality. Would he still want her the way he did a few hours ago? Would he regret what happened? Would he look at her with the same glint in his eyes that she had in hers? She looked down and saw Reid's arm wrapped around her stomach and Hotch's hand encased her breast. She bit her lip and made sure Hotch was sleeping soundly before she reached a hand up and outlined a line on his face. The worry lines that usually filled his face when he worried about a case or Jack were gone as he slept. He looked relaxed and calm. Emily ran a finger lightly over his lips and all she wanted to do was kiss him passionately, but she was going to wait for that. She was going to wait until morning came and then she was going to get Hotch to fill her up completely. Not with his hands, not with his tongue, but with his large cock that she got to see plenty of hours before. And Emily hoped that if he was going to have worries when he woke up that having a good fuck and blow job would clear his mind of all those thoughts, and he would focus solely on her. Emily smiled to herself and nestled closer to Hotch. She placed a light kiss on his chest, and closed her eyes, praying that in the morning everything would work out well, and that everyone could get what they wanted. At that thought, she fell into a deep sleep filled with Hotch taking control of her body.
So…what did you think? *nervous laugh* I hope you guys liked it. The second part will God willing be up on Wednesday to conclude Celia's bday! Woot Woot! :D So make sure you review, and tell me what you thought!