A/N I do not own Criminal Minds. Hello again! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for all of your kind and continued support! Also, thank you so much, this story got Runner Up in the Profiler Choice Awards, so to honor y'all I have made this chapter a long one!
Warning: Strong Sexual Situations & Coarse Language
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Two Wolves and a Lady
Chapter IV: Part III
Her body was blistering; nearly explosive with sensation.
The shimmering release of her climax had left her body lax in Derek's arms, as he continued the breathtaking pace, and she could only whimper as her body coiled back to life – clenching the solid weight of his member as he slammed his hips back into her.
"Oh, Derek…no…I can't," she moaned, trying to claw up his chest, only for him to hold her in place.
"Open up for me, Baby," he growled, latching on to the wet skin of her neck as he nibbled and suckled on the tender flesh – marring her skin; claiming her as his.
Penelope was stuck on the precipice of another impending release – wanting, needing to lose control, but this would be her third one; her swollen flesh already sensitive, nearly painful as her body stretched to accept his length.
"Show him, Pen," he grunted, his thumb slowly tracing circles on that bundle of nerves between her thighs. "Show him, what I can do to you. How beautiful you look, when I make you cum."
"Oh, God!" head dropping back, slamming into the cool granite – eyes clenching shut, only to shoot open when she heard Aaron's belt hit the floor. Standing before the shower completely naked, his body taut with tension – eyes glittering with arousal, and slick heat pooled between her thighs as she fluttered around Derek, who hissed in response. "Too much…I can't…," she groaned, wanting to stop, even as she rolled her hips – seeking that fervid relief, only the men before her could grant.
The glass door opened, letting in a cool draft of air; momentarily soothing her overheated flesh, only to click in place, and infuse the glass encasement with renewed heat – a nearly indecent, tantalizing fervor of shameless hunger.
It was that carnal pull; a freedom of judgement and responsibilities – the breaking of explicit boundaries; exposing their vulnerability with raw abandonment, that had Aaron stepping closer and willingly entangling himself in the devastating web of their sensuous tryst.
Aaron was on Penelope in a second, hand clutching her waist, and she barely had time to register the quick flash of purple, before she felt the vibrating pulse nestled at the apex of her thighs – and the shattering scream flew from her lips as shock waves of electric heat jolted through her shivering body.
"Oh, fuck, fuck…fuuuck!" she cried, head shaking back and forth, only for Derek to slow his pace – keeping fully inside of her; rocking his hips with that tormenting rhythm, as Hotch swirled the bullet around her pulsing clit.
"You want us to stop?" Hotch growled, an impish smirk dancing across his face.
She panted; vision blurring – feeling the control slip from her waning grasp, but she held on – knowing the ache, throbbing steadily between the fullness of her core, was going to quake and shatter her body.
Then like a cruel taunt, Aaron raised the speed; firmly placing it on that spot, which he had easily discovered the other day was a pulsing point, and rolled it around her soft, swollen flesh – watching through hooded eyes as Penelope gasped, losing her grip on Derek's shoulder as she quickly reached out, hand slipping across the cool, wet granite; nails scratching – furiously seeking purchase, only to glare at her boss and clutch his shoulder, as she desperately hung on for dear life.
"No…no…I…please, fuck!" she thrashed; unable to make sense of her own incoherent babbles.
"What are you waiting for, Penelope?" Derek gritted out; face contorted in concentration as he slowly slid out, only to thrust back in, drawing a grunted wail from her panting lips.
The simpering heat twinkling behind those piercing amber eyes – told her that he was far from finished, and would wait her out, and as his large hand snaked up the flare of her hip and the curve of her waist to squeeze her heavy breast; nipples puckered with longing – realization washed over her; she had lost…
But oh, how rewarding, it would be.
His deft fingers, rolled the tender pink tip; a methodical twist and tug, that had her contract around him – causing him to drop her waist, spreading her legs wider and sinking him that much deeper within her.
"I…I…Oh my...God!" clamping her eyes shut, as fiery pinwheels coiled in her gut – shooting down her spine and into her legs, splintering at the base of her neck; convulsing, as she climbed the peak and rode each clenching wave shamelessly.
Only for Derek to pin her back in place; his strong form molding perfectly against her soft curves, as he lifted her leg just a little higher – both men determined; nearly relentless, as they drove her over the edge two more times – forcing Penelope to surrender all control, and simply, feel.
Blinding stars shattered her vision, as sweet, calming words were whispered in her ear, but it did little to ease her mind back from that blissful plane as her body crumpled; content and sated in Derek's strong arms.
Long, languid moments later, the comforting lull of fingers massaging her scalp and drenched honey locks with that familiar fruity shampoo, helped pull her drowning mind back from that lustful haze and she finally blinked her eyes open.
Discovering she was perched on her Hot Stuff's lap, who was taking up the large granite seat; tucked along the wall, where the giant overhead shower still encased them in warmth. His large, calloused hands, ran soothing patterns up and down her wet body, as he suckled gently on the soft flesh of her neck; effectively calming her down.
She moaned, rolling her head back across his shoulder, granting him more access, only to register that it was Aaron's hands that were washing her up. He was doing it with learned, almost loving patience – caring for her like a child, and she felt a smile tug at her lips when she realized what a rare gift it was to see him so openly tender.
Derek eased her forward, rubbing her shoulders – driving away knots of tension; causing her to nearly drool with heavenly pleasure at the alluring sensations, fueled by Aaron's reverent rinsing of her hair.
"Mmm," she moaned, feeling safe and secure; so easily able to fall asleep.
An amused chuckle from above, broke the silence, and had her peeking an eye open – feeling her skin taint with a flush of embarrassment when she looked up and caught sight of Aaron's large member; stiff with arousal, swaying so enticingly near her face.
"Is that Hotch Rocket, for moi?" she giggled suddenly aware; feeling the stirrings spark back to life, as she lifted her hand and swiftly grasped his length inside her small palm.
A strangled grunt tore from his throat; brows furrowed, swirling whiskey eyes narrowed with restrained virility and when she felt Derek's heated breath cascading over her skin – his fingers clutching her hips, seemingly drawn to her actions…Penelope never felt more, powerful.
Giddy with excitement, she shot her other hand out; nails digging into Aaron's waist, tugging him forward, only for her puffy lips to wrap around his swollen head.
"Fuck," he practically snarled; hands entangling in her honey tendrils, holding her in place.
She hummed, sending vibrations shooting down his dick, causing his toes to curl as he stumbled forward. Then like the little minx she was, she innocently looked up – batting her eyes at him, only to brazenly lift his member and teasingly tap it against her pursed lips; her pink tongue darting out to lick the sensitive patch beneath the head.
"Holy shit," Derek grumbled, and she couldn't help the coy smile from gracing her features, when she felt his own arousal spring back to life against her thigh.
"You're playing a dangerous…game, Garcia," Hotch tried to grit out, though only managing an exasperated gulp; failing to use her last name as a tactic to gain control, but the lush woman forged through the warnings – opening her mouth wide and pulling him into her velvet heat, only to greedily suck – feeling victorious when he shot his hands out to brace against the wall.
A feral grin flashed upon his face; letting her play for a simmering minute, until he had enough – easily releasing himself; yanking her hair back, until her head rested on Derek's broad shoulder.
She groaned in shock, tears prickling her eyes at the sudden command, though there was no denying the betrayal of her body as slick heat pooled between her legs and her nipples strained with that thrumming ache.
Crouching down; leaning close, voice dropping with that tone of authority.
"Remember what you said in the car, Garcia?" drawing her name out; eyes glittering with smug satisfaction.
"Oh, I…," biting on her lip, feeling Derek tense beneath her, as his fingers trailed like hot daggers upon her skin; playing with the soft underside of her breasts.
"Go ahead, Penelope…," Aaron brought his hand up; cupping her cheek, thumb trailing beneath her plump bottom lip. "…tell Derek what you said."
Morgan shifted; eyes blazing as he looked back and forth between the pair – his stoic expression hiding the quick flare of jealously, even as that scintillating desire snaked down his spine.
Penelope grumbled, suddenly sober with consequences.
Leaning forward, licking the shell of her ear, before nibbling on the spongy flesh; Derek's deep timber washed over her. "What did you do, Sweetness?"
Aaron having lost the last confines of his patience, gripped her cheeks and captured her lips with a searing kiss – easily dominating; plundering her velvet cavern with mastered finesse and rough agility.
She whimpered, rolling her hips over Derek's knees; trying to assuage the ache that blazed between her thighs, only for Aaron to release her abruptly and take a step back.
Dazed; body sweltering with titillating need, she slumped against the hard planes of Morgan's body, only for Hotch's booming voice to slam her back down to earth.
"Get up," voice dark; an alluring rasp.
And then she remembered.
Her whispered promise – in the heat of the moment.
I'll do anything you want.
Made so willingly as she rode him, with the afternoon sun beating down on them – feeling bold and daringly defiant.
Though now, as the intimidating form of her lover towered over her, as the other one held on to each word beneath her – she suddenly felt like a small, shy little girl about to be devoured by the big bad wolf.
Two big, bad wolves.
Her body clenched; twisting with deep fervor – ignoring her fierce appetite that craved and eagerly basked in the scathing attention that both men devoured her in.
Taking a shuddering breath; staring the taller man down.
"Your mortal wish, is this Oracle's command," she purred, enjoying the tick of his jaw, as she swayed her hips, albeit wobbly, and walked past him – giving both men a simpering look, only to linger fervently on Derek, before leaving the bathroom.
Swallowing his suddenly parched tongue – mind racing with sinful thoughts of what he wanted to do to that sweet, round ass of hers, only for Hotch's gruff voice to pull him out of his reverie.
"I need her tonight," his voice cracked; confessing his insecurity – that he needed something, needed the soothing balm that was Garcia, which Morgan so easily understood, in order to heal the panging grief that haunted his life.
Though the trust; a devout respect that each man held for the other was evident – Hotch left little room for denial of his request.
"I wasn't finished," Derek gritted out; palming a handful of water, only to swipe it across his face.
"I'm not asking you to leave," Aaron shrugged, knowing his limits.
"Good," standing up, and stepping out of the heated shower. "Because I need her too." Derek tossed him a towel before grabbing one off the rack and following Penelope out the door.
Swishing the roasted fruitiness around her mouth, before taking another giant swig of the Pinot noir; not her favorite wine, but a bitter remedy she needed, Penelope waved the bottle around as Derek exited the bathroom.
"Lookie, Boss man bought us dinner!" she cheered, gesturing to the cart near the doorway.
Derek grabbed a seasoned fry off the plate, popping the now warm treat in his mouth, only to take the bottle and guzzle a good portion down.
"Hey, that's for all of us!" she laughed, peering over his broad shoulder only to blush when she caught Aaron's heated gaze across the room.
"I wanted to use handcuffs," came Hotch's sensual rasp, that tingled her spine with awareness. "But Morgan will work instead."
The darker man froze; eyes narrowing as he wiped the dark liquid off his full lips, and then tossed Penelope a charming smirk, though there was no mistaking the intensity bristling behind his eyes.
"You make a lot of promises, Princess," Derek's voice rumbled; slithering over her like a Sahara wind. "Making debts that little ass of yours, is going to have to pay for."
Penelope gulped, feeling like a match had been struck against her already scorching body.
Stepping around her, until he stood directly behind her, dropping his head into the crook of her neck – hot breath tickling her warm flesh, as he whispered so only she could hear. "I want a day all to myself," he growled; hand coming up to grip her waist, fingers clutching the soft swell of her belly. "Do you understand?"
She nodded her head, wanting to lean against him, completely entranced by his rough nature – one he had always teased her with, having exquisitely disguised it under flirtatious banter, though admittedly, she was not prepared for the full effects of his domineering attitude.
"You have to tell me, Baby Girl," giving her cheek a gentle kiss.
"Yes," she moaned.
"Yes, what?" the harsh demand sent a shiver of need coiling in her lower gut, as her nipples puckered, straining once again for attention.
Lifting her head, finally glancing at him – breath hitching, as she caught the emotional turmoil that danced across his face for the briefest of moments.
A look that held so much…promise – one which had kept her up at night; hoping that someday her best friend would look at her with as much adoration that he so often seemed to have for the many women before her; who had been lucky enough to share his bed.
The knife twisted in her gut – a callous reminder of what she had been missing out on all these years. Why Penelope probably should have asked the questions that had been teasing her mind since the moment Derek had eagerly swept her off those killer stilettos that passion fueled night at the club.
Though, sadly, the moment was fleeting – disappearing, as Morgan took another hefty swig; easily masking his faltered exposure, with a hardened look of false indifference.
Blinking; unable to quell the miffed rejection that always seemed to linger, like a dark cloud – an unspoken taboo, over the inseparable duo. Taking a shuddering breath, Penelope swallowed the boiling emotions, and turned her heated gaze upon Aaron.
Hoping to find some semblance of control amongst the blistering desire that had snaked its way around the room, like a poisonous serpent eager to strike.
"Sit on Morgan's lap," a simple command, spoken by a glowering Hotch – standing underneath the adjoining doorway; holding the smooth azure tie, tauntingly in his hands.
His simmering perusal; nearly palpable from across the room, sent a zing of unbridled excitement shooting through her body.
Derek squeezed her hip with that familiar, comforting gesture; easily slipping into his charming innocence, which had been used like duct tape to hold their friendship on the cusp of teetering lovers for years. "C'mon, Baby Girl," he purred; giving her a gentle push towards the lavish bed at the center of the room.
Easily lifting the heavy comforter and sheets off the bed, Derek flung it over the couch, leaving the bed stripped to the bottom sheet, and Penelope thought briefly to run far away, only to feel her toes flex into the plush cream carpet beneath her as she stood rooted to the spot; nibbling on her lip – feeling that deep pulse spread fire throughout her body as her nipples tingled with awareness.
Next, he tossed a few lavish throw pillows across the room, barely missing a lamp, only to shrug his shoulders and plop down at the top of the bed. Leaning against the large head board, looking like an exquisite Greek God, with his beautiful dark toffee skin – still glistening from the shower; muscles rippling with tension, as he waited.
Penelope stared, and stared some more – blushing with chagrin at her unwillingness to look away, nearly drooling with want at that stiff thickness between his legs; perched against his belly, waiting for her, though that smug smirk that flashed his pearly whites, had her gaze shifting quickly to her sparkly toes, only to gasp in shock when cold wetness touched her neck and trailed slowly down her spine.
Like a python squeezing its prey Aaron's arm wrapped around her before she could escape – the soft hairs of his arm, tickling the sensitive flesh of her breasts, as he held her in place. Taking the ice cube and playing with it against her heated skin.
"Are you aware Morgan," he tutted, voice graveled and painted with amusement. "That Miss Garcia was kicked out of the police station today."
Derek snorted, giving a pert nod; eyes twinkling at Penelope. "I heard."
"You have a hard time obeying orders…," with the ice melted, his hand came down to grip the full flesh of her ass. "Don't you, Garcia."
Lifting her nose in the air, chin raised in defiance. "That was not my fault!" she huffed. "I got rid of at least ten viruses, sped up their systems, and added better security. Besides I should have been locked away in my precious lair, but you decided to bring this Oracle out to Oregon!"
The swift smack across her plump cheek was jarring – a searing sting, that had her mouth hanging open; eyes wide in shock, and a low growl coming from Morgan, who had uncrossed him arms to sit up straighter.
"That wasn't a question," hand coming around to grab the front of her sex, playing with the soft, tuft of trimmed curls, as his finger slid teasingly between the slick folds. "I wanna…play a game."
Growling out her own words she had so brazenly spoken in the safety of the SUV; had her legs parting with longing, even as her mind raced with endless possibilities – each thought more erotic than the last.
"You like to play games," lowering his hand, until he grasped the back of her thigh – lifting her leg, which was still lax with pleasure, until her foot rested on the edge of the bed – flashing Derek a beautiful view of the swollen, pink flesh between her legs.
"N-No…I…," she sputtered, as his fingers fluttered over the soft skin of her inner thigh – a slow tease to her heated center.
"You're not a liar, Garcia," he hissed; hot breath tickling the crook of her neck. "Don't start now."
Then her actions from that weekend, of giving them a show with her favorite toy as Derek helped send her over the edge, while Aaron talked to Dave over the phone, came slamming back into her with realization.
Oh, was she in trouble.
"You know, I always wondered if your tits looked as perky and ripe as they do underneath those flashy dresses you wear," his fingers grazed over her flesh, parting her inner lips, causing her to lean against him as her hips rocked forward, seeking that heady fullness. "And they do not disappoint."
"Play with them," Derek's throaty growl, had her blurry gaze narrow on her best friend – his eyes nearly obsidian; nostrils flared as his body sat poised with tension. "Nu uh, don't be shy now, Baby Girl."
A nervous giggle bubbled over, as she was reminded once again of what she was doing, and with whom. It wasn't everyday Penelope found herself in such a precariously naughty situation, and her lifelong insecurities made a sudden appearance, causing her anxiety to blunder the moment.
Clamping her leg shut, pulling away from the strong man behind her – feeling suddenly petite without her heels, only for Aaron to spread her leg wide open and hold it in place, as his other hand gripped her waist and tucked her close to his own protruding member as he thrust upward and against her slick heat.
"Shh, you're okay," he whispered, rocking his hips as she slowly calmed down. "But I suggest you do what Morgan said."
She had locked her gaze on the ornate painting above Derek's head, but as her nervous energy dissipated, and she finally looked back down, only to see the strength her Hot Stuff was using to stay seated, and Aaron's heavy panting coming from behind her; she found that lingering pride and felt the coy grin pull at her lips.
Taking a shuddering breath, she ran her hands along the smooth expanse of her belly, only to cup her breasts, and give them both a gentle squeeze but as Aaron ground harder into her – she latched onto the throbbing tips and gave them a greedy tug, rolling the sensitive flesh; trying to assuage the ache that thrummed like an endless jolt throughout her body.
"Mmm," she moaned, head falling back against his chest – dropping a hand; feeling suddenly bold, she sunk her hand between her legs, easily finding the pulsing nub and swirling her manicured finger around it. "Oh fuck," she cried, only to have her hand yanked away as another swift smack stung her ass.
"He said to touch your tits, not your clit," Hotch gritted out, dropping her leg; letting her collapse onto the mattress. "Since you can't listen, we'll have to play my way."
The cool, soft satin of azure greeted her vision as he lifted it and waved it gently in front of her face.
"Stand up," a simple command, one she was too excited to ignore.
Though, that didn't mean she had to show the two dominating men, that little fact.
Slowly standing up, pulling a face of indignation, only for him to arch a knowing brow – clearly seeing through her façade. Turning her around, she was expecting him to bind her hands with a tricky knot, which she would have to whittle the knowledge of how he learned it out of him, only for him to bring the soft material over her eyes and tie it securely behind her head.
Effectively leaving her in the dark, and now she was actually a little pissed.
"Hey, that's not fair," she fussed, lifting her hand, only for him to smack it away.
Not being able to see; to leave her trust fully in their hands, raised the stakes of this daring game to a whole other level.
Gripping her shoulder, trailing his thumb down the indent of her spine, until his large palm rested over the swell of her ass. "Go ahead, sit on Morgan's lap," he growled, fingers clutching her flesh.
She wanted to grumble that he had left her blind, but deciding that wasn't the best idea for her sore, and what she knew to be reddened cheeks, she clambered her way up onto the soft mattress and with Derek's help, found herself nestled comfortably between his strong legs.
"Really? This is silly!" she blurted out, when the silent room became overbearing to her clouded senses.
Her hair was slightly damped, barely starting to curl, as it laid sprawled across Derek's shoulder, and he couldn't help but to bury his face between his favorite locks and bask in the strawberry aroma.
Understanding of what Hotch wanted; he scooped his hands beneath her knees and lifted them up, until they rested over his own legs. She gasped, when he spread them apart, leaving her open and deliciously vulnerable.
Out of habit, her hands shot down between her legs, covering herself only for Morgan's admonishing tsk of disapproval, had her slowly lifting them to hover over her belly, only to huff in annoyance and cross her arms.
"I'm taking this off," making the mistake of reaching for the tie, Derek swiftly grasped her wrist and pinned it against her side.
"Look, hard head," he chuckled, though it lacked his normal twinkling merriment. "Listen, and this will be a lot easier for you," dipping his head lower, to pepper her neck with kisses – finding that pulsing point beneath her ear, and gently suckling.
The mattress shifted with Aaron's weight as he climbed between their legs, and she held her breath.
And as the minutes slowly ticked away and nothing happened, she struggled to sit up, only for that familiar wet chill; pressed firmly at the throbbing point at the apex of her thighs, to send a shivering jolt down her spine as a shriek tore from her throat.
"Oh…oh, no," she cried, shaking her head, only for Derek to grab her other hand, locking them over her legs as he held her in place.
Aaron was no help; swirling the ice cube over her clit, in a taunting rhythmic circle, that had her mewling, as a painful fervor and shimmering arousal flushed her body.
Spinning on a precipice of wanting to stop, but needing more – feeling heat pool between her thighs; shocked at the grasping ache that seared her insides with longing.
Lowering the melting cube, swirling it around her slick entrance, gathering that salty, sweet essence he had come to crave – satisfied, he lifted the small remnant of ice to her lips, tracing the plump bottom flesh; smiling when she got the message.
Penelope gasped, leaning into Morgan, only to open her mouth and accept the cool treat – feeling a scant bit impish, as she rolled the melting chip around her mouth, moaning when Aaron's warm breath blew over her cool, tingling flesh.
"Oh my…stars and garters!" she sputtered, quickly swallowing the cube before she choked.
Then his tongue greedily lapped at her entrance; licking his way up, tapping the little, sensitive nerve with his tongue, only to wrap his mouth around her clit and suck.
The explosion of electric pinwheels ricocheted like a torrent storm, from her head down to her feet, and she shattered. Derek, having released her arm, brought his large hand up to palm her breast; squeezing the soft flesh, tugging on her pebbled tips that ached for the same attention between her legs.
Allowing her hips to grind eagerly into Aaron's face; clutching his chestnut locks as she held him in place – seeking more pleasure that his tongue lashed out of her.
"Oh, please…please, don't stop," she cried, head rolling back, eyes clamped shut – only to feel the sharp twist of her nipple.
Glaring at Derek, though her face was crumpled in bliss and barely effective.
"Keep them open," his voice a rough grit, causing her toes to curl under his heated gaze.
His blunt nail dug into her soft flesh, and she quickly nodded her head. "Yes, yes…okay, oh god…just please," what she was asking for was beyond her; she couldn't even remember her birthday.
As the first lull of her climax faded, she had but a moment to recover, before Aaron grabbed another ice cube, and started all over again.
And again.
And again, until she was panting – back arched against Derek, head thrown back, feet digging into the mattress as her hips shot into Aaron's face; trying to get away as she screamed her pleas for them to stop.
Her hair was now dried into tangled curls, as she laid in a crumpled heap between Derek's legs – slowly opening her eyes, she was embarrassed to find Aaron's smug grin, and the dark, wet spot on the dove grey sheet – completely aware of the sticky essence coating her smooth inner thighs.
Breathing heavily, she was about to crack a joke about not needing to work out, when Hotch towered over her, clutching the backs of her knees and hauling her ass easily down the bed, until she was spread open with him between her legs.
And before she could catch her breath, he thrust into her slick heat – pinning her to the mattress as she gasped for air.
Her hands shot up, scratching at his back – seeking purchase to tether her back to reality only for Derek's strong grip to grab her wrists and hold them above her head, and over his thigh.
Aaron slid a hand up her own thigh, lifting her leg over his shoulder as he dropped her other leg around his waist – forcing her to accept all of him, as he pulled out and pummeled his hips back into her.
"Oh, fuck me!" she groaned – both of them grunting, cascading hot breath over their sweaty bodies.
Her head lolled to the side, trying to catch her breath, only to catch sight of Derek's hand sliding over his thick length, and she felt giddy with excitement.
Twisting her upper body, she caught Derek's shocked expression – raised brows and little smirk, as she put her hand over his larger one, and helped guide his release.
Aaron, not wanting to be outdone, rocked into her, leaning closer – pushing her knee into the mattress as he captured her bouncing tit in his mouth. Teeth grazing over the soft flesh, as he suckled.
Penelope jerked, fumbling her hand – giving her boss a pointed glare, who stared over the swell of her breast with narrowed eyes.
Growling she leaned further back, head resting on Derek's thigh, and with a winning smile, she shooed his hand away and brought his dick into the velvet heat of her mouth – drawing a shocked hiss of approval from her suffering Adonis.
Releasing him with a wet pop, struggling to keep control as Hotch swiveled his hips – hitting that patch of nerves deep within her; shooting stars behind her closed eyes.
"My little gamer," Aaron grunted through panting breaths. "How you love to play."
She raised a perfectly manicured brow, and then greedily sucked the head of Derek's length – feeling victorious when both men growled in frustration.
Bringing her other leg up over his shoulder, slamming into her with abandon – letting her tits rock with the force, Aaron could feel his toes curl with an impending release when a harsh booming knock froze the trio.
"One of you better answer this door!" bellowed Rossi's deep timber.
"Oh my god!" Penelope eyes shot open, bolting upwards only to smack her forehead into Aaron's – feeling horrible when he groaned in pain. "Oh, sir!" she cried, trying to sit up, only for him to push her back down. "I'm so sorry."
"Just because I'm older, doesn't mean I can't kick this thing down!" Dave yelled, and which door he was standing at was up for debate, but the twinkling of anxiety coursed through her veins like fire at the fear of being caught – especially in this position.
"Get up, get up!" came her harsh whisper, tears prickling her eyes.
Though neither man moved, both seeming to be stuck in the haze of pleasure that still coursed through each of them…and oh, god…
Did the room smell like…sex?
Penelope blanched, mind racing with a million things that could go wrong, and as she struggled to move, only to find herself biting her lip – stifling her moan, as Aaron smiled and rolled his hips; assuaging the ache that still pulsed fervently between her legs.
"All I have to do is flash my badge downstairs and get a key," the annoyed agent grumbled from outside.
"Hey, Morgan," Hotch rasped out. "How about you take care of that," catching Derek's narrowed gaze and tense posture; he smirked. "I'm a little busy," spreading her legs wider, pulling out only to thrust back in.
Penelope moaned – body betraying her as she arched back into the imposing form above her; only to gasp, when Aaron dropped her leg to clamp a hand over her mouth to quiet her.
Remembering that Rossi was there, and clearly intent on entering their room.
Feeling the bed shift, watching as Derek quickly wrapped a towel around his waist – taking a moment to listen for the knocking, only to head through the adjoining door of their shared room and disappear into the dark.
She heard the door open at the same moment Aaron's stubby digit circled her clit – causing her eyes to roll back, and panic to sweep through her.
Oh, Garcie! What did you get yourself into?
To be continued…