Chapter 10.
Hotch had thought about her often in the months since their last encounter. Staring across the bullpen he sometimes found himself lost in thought, memories of her hands twisting in sheets, laughing as she breathed heavy, post-coital. The way she came hard around him with a smile on her face.
He knew that JJ and Garcia at least knew about their last encounter. Garcia tried her best but she failed to meet his eyes for close to a month afterwards, and he could feel JJ's eyes on them whenever they sat next to each other on the plane. He didn't know what she had told them, or if they had simply guessed, but he found that he didn't care if they knew – he liked having sex with her, and if the option came up he was going to take it.
He could feel her nerves on the walk back to the car and he realised that she might not be as sure as he was. Testing the waters he kissed her gently and she responded immediately, pulling his body closer, digging her fingers into his hips. Her lips were as soft as he remembered, and her hair smelt like citrus.
"Do you want to do this?" He asked, searching her face for the slightest hesitation.
"Give me everything you got" She smiled – an eager hunger in her eyes.
Grinning back he got into the driver's seat of the car and drove back to the hotel. Emily put her hand on his upper thigh during the drive. Massaging gently through his pants she slipped her hand to his inner thigh and let it rest there.
"Don't start something you can't finish" He murmured when they stopped at a red light. She had a devilish look on her face.
"Aaron, we've got all afternoon and night. I can finish it a few times I think" She replied, her tongue poking out to lick her bottom lip.
He parked in the underground garage of the hotel and got out of the car, leaving his briefcase in the back seat. She had started walking towards the elevator underneath the garage when he caught her arm and pulled her into him. Turning her body he pressed her into the car and kissed her. He snaked one hand into her hair and let the other trail under her suit jacket and tank top, splaying his hand across her lower back. She wound her arms around his neck and wrapped her leg loosely around the back of his calf.
Breaking the kiss the tilted her head next to his ear
"I want you to wreck me" She breathed. Hotch felt a deep throb in his groin and he cleared his throat.
"Then let's go" He said, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her towards the hotel entrance.
Emily felt almost giddy with excitement. His hand was on her ribcage, fingers pressing into her and pulling her closer into his body. They walked across the lobby of the hotel and got into the elevator, it was empty and as soon as the doors closed he pushed her into the far wall. Reaching his hands underneath her shirt he kissed her neck – travelling upwards from the hollow of her throat to her ear. His thumb was stroking the underside of her bra and he blew into her ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin
"You want me to wreck you, Emily? You want me to make you scream? Cum? I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk properly tomorrow. Do you want that?"
She whimpered weakly and twisted her fingers into his shirt. The elevator doors opened and he removed his hands from under her shirt and walked to her room. She fumbled with the key card in the door as he stood behind her, pressing himself into her back. They pushed through the hotel door together and he pushed her against the door, slamming it shut.
He pressed her body against the door and stared at her, leaning over her. He tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let his hand fall to her shoulder, gently fingering the seam of her tank top near her breasts.
"Fair warning Emily, you wear this god damned shirt around me again I'm going to fuck you so hard I leave bruises" He said, his voice almost casual as he traced the outline of her bra.
"Noted." She gulped. His gaze was intense and she felt her legs go weaker under his eye.
Kissing her again he put both hands on her hips and dragged them both back towards the bed. Sitting down on it he broke their kiss and held her standing in front of him.
"Off" He said, the growl back in his throat.
Slowly she unbuttoned and took off her suit jacket, shoes and socks. He took off his shoes and socks as well and threw them across the room. She looked at him, he sat leaning back on his elbows, his legs spread on the bed – still in his suit.
"I said… Off" And there was an edge to his voice this time, a glimmer of Hotch, not Aaron. He was giving her an order and Emily felt a deep throb between her legs. '
Slowly she took off the red tank top that started all this, unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down her legs. Standing in front of him in a basic black bra and panties she looked at him, her eyes questioning what he wanted next. He said nothing, staring at her body. Emily realised this was the first time he had seen her in underwear and she wondered what was going through his mind. She took a tentative step towards him and climbed onto the bed, straddling him.
He skimmed his hands up her thighs. He could feel goosebumps erupting on her skin as her breathing shallowed. She put both hands on his chest and dipped her head to kiss him. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, making her jump slightly. Running one of his hands up her side he let it rest gently on her ribcage. His hands were warm on her skin and she felt the familiarity of how tiny they made her feel.
He smacked her ass, not hard, but the suddenness of the act made her jump and she let out a sound that was a cry of shock, mixed with a moan. He watched her face and smiled. She liked it.
Emily's body reacted almost involuntarily to the slap, her nipples hardened beneath her bra and she felt herself get wetter. Meeting his eyes she saw he was smiling, satisfied with her reaction. She loosened his tie and pulled it off over his head, pushing his suit jacket off as well. Determined not to let him have the upper hand she leaned close to his ear and nibbled the lobe.
"Make me beg" She moaned into his ear, and his fingers pressed into her skin reflexively – sucking air between his teeth.
"Don't start something you can't finish" He murmured back. Suddenly he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back on the bed. Sitting on his knees he settled himself between her legs and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, starting with the cuffs at his wrist and unbuttoning each button slowly.
He pulled his shirt off and threw it behind him, keeping his eyes locked on hers. In the afternoon sunlight, he could see the hairs standing up on her arms, her cheeks had a rosy glow. He leaned into her and pressed his body onto hers. He kissed her jawline, slowly and tenderly, his lips just barely grazing her skin. She could feel the rough scratch of his suit pants between her thighs as he tangled one hand in her hair and tilting her up, exposing the pulse on her throat. Trailing his lips and tongue down her neck he dug his tongue into the hollow of her throat.
Torturously slow he kissed across her chest, massaging the back of her neck. Her hands came up to twist in his hair as he moved slowly closer to her breasts, still enclosed in her bra. She felt the stubble on his chin scrape against the top of her breasts. Urging him further she arched her back into him and he stopped. Looking up from her chest he met her gaze
"Patience." He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, drawing it slowly off her body. Turning his attention to the newly exposed flesh he cupped both breasts and began to slowly nip at the skin surrounding a nipple. He sucked hard on the skin, leaving a reddened bruise and Emily let out a gasp as he then bit down on her nipple, rolling it between her teeth.
Switching his attention between them her breasts were soon covered in similar bruises and he leaned back to admire his handiwork.
He put both hands on her ribcage and ran them slowly down her hips. Digging his fingers into her pelvic bone, he ground her against his thigh. Through his pants and her underwear he could feel how hot she was, raising her hips to meet the contact. Gently he trailed one finger across the seam of her underwear as she ground herself on his thigh.
He replaced his thigh with his hand as he brought his body down to kiss her again. Palming her gently he whispered in her ear
"You're wet" She moaned in response, "but I think we can do better than that Emily"
He slipped his fingers beneath her underwear and stroked her gently, teasing her entrance. He pushed the tip of a finger inside her and Emily arched into him, kissing his jawline.
"Please, more" She whispered to him. Pushing his finger deeper inside her his hand scraped against her clit. Inserting another finger he applied pressure upwards, making her feel full as he found her g-spot and pushed harder.
She had one hand tangled in his hair, the other scratching for purchase on the sheets. She needed him to go faster, harder, he was driving her insane. He continued pumping two fingers in her slowly, occasionally bumping his hand against her clit as he kissed her neck, jawline and cheek softly.
She could feel the pressure building slowly in her abdomen, the muscles in her legs clenching rhythmically with the thrust of his fingers.
He picked up the pace slightly, deliberately rubbing her clit now, biting the sensitive skin of her neck gently. He smiled into her skin as he saw her back start to arch and she held her breath. Knowing now what the signs were of her impending orgasm he stayed at the same pace – knowing she was desperate for more contact.
"Aaron,… Please" she could barely make the words out as she squirmed on the bed.
"You can beg better than that" He breathed back, slowing his movements down as she let out a whine of frustration.
She turned her face to his as he brought his lips closer to hers – grazing her mouth. Smiling he moved his mouth back to her jaw as she pulled at his hair, her breath coming in gasps.
"Aaron please I need to cum, please, please make me cum, I can't take it anymore" She whimpered.
He gave in – his name tumbling out of her mouth in desperate need made his mind go blank.
He pulled her closer and smothered her mouth with his, speeding up his ministrations, he felt the elastic of her underwear skip over his knuckles.
She came hard over his hand and he didn't stop moving, drawing it out of her as she let out a small scream. He felt her gush liquid over his fingers and she desperately squeezed her thighs together around his hand.
Emily felt lightheaded and dizzy, her entire body twitching and jerking as he kept moving inside her until she couldn't take it anymore
"stop, I can't take it" She said arching away from him. Immediately his hand stilled inside her underwear and she tried to force herself to take deep breaths. Slowly he pulled his hand out from between her thighs and held his fingers into the light. Emily looked at them and saw his whole hand was drenched, fingertips dripping.
"Well that's new" He said looking down at her with a smile. Emily let out a bark of a laugh and he kissed her, trailing his wet hand up her body, mixing with the sweat on her skin.
Hotch didn't want to push her further than she could take, so he simply kept kissing her, giving her the option to take the lead. His pants were tented and uncomfortably tight but the warmth in his chest of just laying here with her was drowning out the urgency of needing her.