Her head was killing her. As soon as she opened her eyes that morning, shutting down the alarm that was making the most annoying sound she had even heard, she felt like her head was about to explode in any moment. Everything was fine last night, she clearly remembered everything, but it looked like her adrenaline just vanished in her sleep and now she was exhausted, those two... or were they three? Glasses of Vodka really knocked her down. She had to go to work though, so she got up and headed toward the kitchen. Her body was sore and the light ache between her thighs brought back to her the memories of the previous night. Her eyes found the couch, still undone, with pillows everywhere and she smiled at the thought. It had been good, great if she had to be honest with herself. For obvious reasons she considered the night Nick and her made Flynn as her number one, but she was sure this could make it to her top three. She found her phone on the kitchen's table and she looked at it. She had three missed calls from Cal, the ones he did the previous night before coming to her apartment but no calls or messages from Tommy. She found just one message from Cal, again, telling her he had found something and he needed her opinion, so she had to join him at the bureau as soon as she could. It had been delivered thirty minutes before so she decided to put her coffee in a coffee mug and bring it with her to work.
Cal didn't mention what happened the previous night in that message, it was a normal one, like the ones he had sent her for the past days; and he didn't even act different at work, their partnership continued as it started, professional and focused on the case. She really thought that nothing changed for the whole day, that maybe he regretted it and he didn't want to talk about it never again, until she was closing all the opened files on her computer, in order to shut it down. The office was empty and she was slightly bent over the desk in order to reach the computer's mouse; she felt someone behind her and her instinct told her to turn around and attack the person, but soon his cologne hit her nostrils, the same cologne she smelled on her skin the previous night, she felt a shiver run down her spine. The want and need for him soon took control of her body, it was true, the closer they got, the higher was their attraction. It was pure lust and arousal.
"Would you like to take a drink? At my apartment..." he whispered in her ear, bringing his body closer to her.
She bit her lower lip to suppress a moan, she knew he didn't mean a drink, she could tell it by his voice, it was the same one he used with her the previous evening. Dominant, sure, but never demanding, she still felt free to say no. She tried to answer but nothing came out of her mouth but another breath.
"I didn't know you had lost your voice, was it the screaming from last night?" he asked, attaching his lower body to her ass as he started to kiss her bare and exposed neck until a soft and whispered moan left her throat.
He didn't kiss her neck the previous night, he didn't have any reason to tease her more when she was already a moaning mess on his laps, but that time it was different. He knew exactly how his words affected her and if the previous night he had been happy to join her game, that night he wanted to lead it. Moreover, her hair was pulled up and he just couldn't resist.
"I could take you right here, against your desk, would you like that?" he whispered again, running a single finger up and down her jeans' zipper. She was so turned on that she would have agreed to that too but it was their work place after all, everyone could arrive in any moment and she didn't want to put up a show.
"I- need to turn off my computer and then we- can go" she breathed out, trying so hard to focus on what she was doing.
"Take your time" he didn't move away from her. What he did move was his hand that, covered by her t-shirt, unzipped her jeans, letting his fingers trace some random and slow patterns on her underwear.
Jackass, not now, she thought, cursing him for his talented fingers that were able to find her clit even with her underwear on. She knew he could feel how turned on she was and she cursed herself too for finding that whole situation arousal. He could see the mouse cursor shaking on the screen, a sign that her grip on it was tight and she couldn't really move it. She tried to focus and she managed to bring the cursor near to the off button but she swiped it away as his fingers moved her underwear to the side, reaching for her wet skin.
"Do you know how to shut down a computer?" he asked, looking at the screen like nothing was happening, but she knew he was totally aware of what he was making her feel.
She felt his touch become more stronger, circling her clit and she pushed her ass against him to prolong his touch. She was close, again, but somehow she managed to find the strength to shut down the fucking computer, distracting herself from coming right away. Once the screen turned black she knew she could give up to his attention, she just needed a bit more friction, which didn't came.
"Was it that difficult?" he asked pulling his hand away, and this time, sucking his fingers. She couldn't see him, but he made sure she could hear what he was doing.
She hated him. Even though she was giving her back to him she knew he had that annoying smirk on his face and she just wanted to suck his dick until he was about to come and then stop, playing him like he played her. She let out a breath and gripped onto the desk, feeling her walls contract around nothing but not enough stimulated to reach her climax.
"You're so gonna pay for this" she managed to say, out of breath.
"Really? Not tonight tho" he said sure in her ear.
And he kept his promise.
Her back hit the door as soon as they got into his apartment. His hands traced her body hungrily, reaching for her short hair, untucking the longest ones that were pulled up in a bun; as much as he found her hot with that hairstyle, he liked to run his hands through her long hair. He kissed her with hunger, harder than the previous night, now aware of the main reactions of her body. He knew that it turned her on to have his body pressed tight against his, he had another proof of that a few minutes before, at the bureau. He also got that she was loud, when she could be.
"You did a great job at being quiet before, if you want me to fuck you right here, against the door you need to be quiet, or the whole floor will hear you" he whispered in her ear, pushing his lower body against hers, making her whimper.
Her body was on fire, it had been on fire since he touched her at work, too sensitive to hold on but she had to, she didn't want it to end. He had told her that he would have never left her unsatisfied and somehow this could look like he broke his promise, but he didn't. He hadn't left her unsatisfied, he had left her on the edge, an edge that he kept renewing by touching her thighs lightly during the whole car ride and now it was exploding. She panted on his lips as his big and warm hands touched the skin under her shirt, she was starting to like when he did it, like all the multiple uses of his hands. She bit her lip, suppressing a moan.
"You need to stop doing it. Do you think I didn't notice before? Looking up at me and biting your lip? Do you want me to jump on you at work?" he whispered in her ear, trapping her earlobe between his teeth and she shivered.
"We're not at work now, you can jump on me, more than you already did" her voice was trembling, his mouth had found her neck, making it impossible for her to talk properly.
He was leaving a path of wet kisses all over her neck, sucking at her pulse lightly, making sure not to leave any kind of marks but still pleasuring her. His hands found her jeans, pulling them down and helping her out of them. Her hands found his pants and she pulled them down as much as she could before hooking her leg around his waist, making their lower body touch and she panted in anticipation, feeling how hard he was.
She was trying to control the situation and he didn't want to. That's how things were between them, everyone was always trying to be in control to please the partner but he didn't want to give in. His hand reached for the drawer next to them and he pulled out a condom, making Emily confused.
"Did you plan this or you just have condoms hidden in every drawer?" she asked as he pulled his boxers down to wear it.
"Wanna find out?" he teased, putting his hands below her ass and raising her from the floor. At this point she would have liked to find out.
She wrapped both her legs around his waist and she hold onto his shoulder to gain stability. She could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance, protected by her panties and she couldn't take it anymore; she tried to rub herself against him but her position didn't allow her to get the friction she needed. He seemed to notice and with a swift move he shifted her panties to the side and he got inside her, making her moan loudly, unable to stay silent anymore. She had been waiting for this since they finished their shift at work, at that point she didn't care if someone would hear her; the feeling of him pumping into her and the hard door on her back was too much. She came hard and fast, overstimulated by all his previous attentions; her short nails scratched his back and they sent a shiver down his spine. He slowed down his thrusts, helping her to ride her orgasm before taking her totally in his arms and bringing her to his bedroom, they would have definitely been more comfortable. He laid her down on the edge of the bed and he opened her legs as wide as she could, then he sank even deeper into her. As he was holding her ankles up in the air and pushing into her he thought she was coming again, but she just moaned loudly.
He didn't care to put up a show in his building, it wasn't midnight, no one was sleeping and surely he wouldn't have stopped her, instead he would have made his best to make her scream even louder. He felt her hands grab his ass to push him deeper so he quickened his speed and did what she wanted, sending her over the edge again, but this time he came too, collapsing on top of her on the edge of the bed.
Feeling her hot and sweaty skin against his own, her panting in his ear and her heart beating fast made him want to take her again and again, on the bed, against the wall, on and against every surface of his apartment. But he also liked those quick moments, when they laid there in silence, naked, before getting dressed. They lasted too short in his opinion but thinking about it, why would they cuddle? It wasn't important, the sex was the important part and they were pretty good at it.
In that moment he remembered that, this time too, he didn't have the opportunity to taste her. She was tired, he could tell, but he had to try. He started to kiss her body, leaving a path of wet kisses from her neck to her navel, kneeling in front of the bed. She was still panting from the previous orgasm and her hands gripped his sheets tightly.
"Cal I don't know if I can do this or take another round after" she said out of breath.
It had been a long day and she didn't really know at which hour she went to sleep the previous night. Her body was sore, satisfied but still sore.
"Relax, this is gonna be the last one, you don't owe me another round for doing this" he reassured her.
It was true, he wasn't doing that to have something back; he was doing it to fulfill his need to taste her properly. Someone would call it selfish but he just wanted it, licking two fingers clean wasn't enough and the fact that she was already moaning under his touch made him understand that she wanted it too.
He kissed her inner thighs, avoiding for a while her most sensitive area. He could see she was way wetter than he thought and the smell of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his cock twitch. Soon his mouth was on her clit, sucking, rolling it with his tongue and she screamed for the overstimulation he had given her. He licked her wet folds and she didn't last long when she felt one, then two, fingers inside her, she was always coming so quickly but she couldn't help it, he was good.
As she tried to catch her breath after her climax he laid his head on her lower abdomen, looking up at her, watching as her chest moved up and down fast. When her breath was back to normal Emily freed herself from him, going back to the living room to get dressed, trying to gain stability on her wobbly legs. They didn't talk after, just a simple "see you tomorrow at work", no further kisses, no further words.
When she left his house he had to get himself off in the shower but it was fine. He was the one who wanted to please her and she had already said she was tired, so it wasn't a problem for him that round two, well three, never came. As he felt his release approach he didn't even noticed that he had been thinking about her for the whole time.
As she entered her apartment she let out a frustrated breath looking at the mess in her living room. She took the pillows, putting them back on the couch, then her blanket that filled her nostrils with a smell that had become way too familiar in just a few hours. Why did his fucking cologne had to be everywhere?!