Reckless

Chapter 2

When Toni got up from the table, she had some vague notions in her mind about calling another cab. She wasn't going to pass out or barf. But she was definitely drunk. Any semblance of responsible decision making went out the window sometime during the second round of drinks, which was actually her third if she was counting the margarita she had earlier.

Toni stumbled back a step when she pushed her chair in. Before she could actually fall, she found herself in the arms of the man she'd been drinking with. In all the talking they'd been doing, she never actually caught his name. He steadied her to keep her from falling on her face. But he was careful not to touch her inappropriately, though she found herself sort of wishing that he would.

"I think I missed my cab," Toni admitted, following her words with a drunken giggle. That cab was long gone. She wasn't sure how long ago she called for it. But they'd been drinking and talking for at least two hours.

"We don't need a cab, we can walk to my apartment from here," he announced, as though he only just now remembered where he lived. Normally, Toni would find such an obvious ploy distasteful. Let's go back to my place was the oldest and least imaginative pick up line in the book. But the way he said it made her smile. There was no innuendo in his voice. The way he offered, Toni wouldn't have been surprised if this man took her back to his place and did nothing more than tuck her in on his couch with extra blankets and a bottle of water. Because, of course, the only man she'd met in a year that she wanted to bed had no ulterior motive other than getting them both somewhere safe. That was just her luck. In her current state of drunkenness, the irony of it made Toni laugh.

"Let's go there," Toni agreed. She tucked her arm around his waist as they walked, though they went back and forth as they walked as to which one of them was keeping the other upright. Toni liked the way his arm felt wrapped around her bare shoulders. He smelled like soap and the understated spicy musk of his cologne. It made Toni want to bury her face in the crook of his neck and inhale.

"This is my building." He kept his arm around Toni as he steered her up the stairs. She waited while he fumbled for his keys and unlocked the building door. Another short flight of stairs and he was clicking his front door shut behind them. It only took Toni one glance around the place to know he lived alone. And he was definitely single. There wasn't even the slightest hint of a feminine touch anywhere, it was all leather and dark woodgrain. In the spots where the walls were visible, they were painted a muted sage green. Books filled the walls and were neatly stacked on every available surface.

"I like to read," he explained, though his words come out sounding more like an apology of sorts. Like he was embarrassed by his impressive book collection. Toni wasn't sure why he suddenly felt that way. They spent at least an hour talking about classic detective novels while they were getting themselves drunk at the bar. Toni liked to read too, though her book collection wasn't nearly this impressive. She usually just downloaded whatever she was reading onto her kindle.

"I can tell," Toni teased, unable to stop the flirty laugh that bubbled out of her. She turned back to face him, relieved that he was smiling and not taking offense to her comment. Toni smiled back as she slipped her sandals off. He watched her as she lifted her feet one at a time, flicking the leather straps down over the backs of her heels. When she was barefoot, his hazel eyes roamed up the rest of her body. They lingered on the neckline of her strapless sundress before continuing up and meeting hers.

When their eyes locked, Toni felt the tension rise between them. Her body was already heated from having his arm around her on the walk back to his apartment. When their eyes met, her nipples went hard against the lacy fabric of her strapless bra. He lifted his hands and swiped at the front of his hair, nervously tucking a few wayward strands behind his ears. Toni could tell he wanted her. She could see the pulse thundering in his neck. But now that he'd gotten her back to his apartment, he didn't seem to know what to do with her.

Toni moved closer to him, so that her body was brushing against his. She reached up, shadowing the movement he made a moment before when he tucked his hair behind his ear before she brushed the back of her knuckles along the side of his neck.

"Kiss me," she whispered. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips as her hand slid around to cup the back of his neck. Toni felt the hard bob of his throat when he swallowed. His body went rigid against her, like every muscle was stretched taut. Toni was tall for a girl but she still had to rise up onto her tiptoes to press her lips against his. The kiss was chaste as far as kisses go, she gently brushed her lips against his. When he didn't respond, Toni pulled back. She could feel his warm breath against her face. His chest was heaving against hers. There was a brief moment when Toni was sure she just made a colossal ass out of herself by coming on to a man that wasn't interested. But then she felt his arms tighten around her.

His lips were soft against hers, exploring her mouth instead of plundering it. When his tongue finally slid against hers it sent tingles all the way down to the tips of her bare toes. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist. His other hand was pressed flat against the bare skin of her back above her dress. Her arms were circling his neck. Toni could feel the heat pooling between her legs as their bodies melted together.

When Toni lowered her arms and broke their kiss, he released her immediately. She giggled a little when she realized that she'd backed him right up against his apartment door. Lifting one arm, Toni reached for the side zipper of her dress and tugged it down. The top fell open, revealing the black lace bra she was wearing underneath. She wiggled her hips as she pushed her dress the rest of the way off. His hazel eyes went wide, the expression on his face wavering between shock and hunger as her dress hit the floor near their feet.

Toni reached up and put her arms back where they were before she stripped her dress off. She leaned in, looking for more of the steamy kisses they just shared.

"I've never done this before," he whispered.

Toni giggled at what she naturally assumed was a joke. He had to be teasing her. There was no way a man his age was a virgin, if that was even what he meant. Maybe he meant that he'd never picked up a random woman at a bar and bedded her before. Toni wasn't even sure if she believed that.

"Me neither," Toni teased back, amused by her own obvious lie. "I'm not that kind of girl."

She giggled as she pressed a kiss against the side of his mouth. He dipped his head, smiling as he kissed her back. As his tongue tangled up with hers, Toni pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He shrugged the rest of the way out of it without breaking their kiss. She pulled the knot on his tie loose before she started working on the buttons of his shirt. He took over before she got halfway done, loosening the rest of the buttons himself and slipping his shirt off, making it obvious that whatever hesitation he had when she first kissed him was gone..

His skin was warm and soft. Toni crushed her body against his. They were as close together as they could get, but it wasn't enough. She could feel the evidence of his arousal between them, hard against the hollow of her stomach. Toni slipped one hand between their bodies, rubbing his dick through the fabric of his pants. For someone that was so nervous to even kiss her, he was packing a lot more heat in his pants than she expected. Her insides clenched deliciously at the unexpected surprise.

"Where's your bed?," Toni asked, applying enough pressure with her hand to elicit a groan of pleasure from him. He caught her by the wrist, pulling her hand away from his groin. He kept his gentle grip on her wrist, using it to tug her across the room towards his bedroom door.

Spencer was finding it hard to fathom how he managed to start his day with the intention of calling one woman on the phone and ended up drunk with another woman half naked in his arms. A lot of strange things had happened to him in his life. But not this kind of strange. Things like this didn't happen to him. Beautiful women didn't approach him on the street. They didn't offer to buy him a drink. And they certainly didn't nearly pop the buttons off his shirt because they were in a hurry to get his clothes off. The only woman, besides his mother, that ever undressed him was an EMT. Because he'd been shot.

The alcohol was making it hard for Spencer to think clearly. He didn't even realize he was drinking so much. They were laughing and talking for what seemed like forever. He never felt like that with a woman before. Making conversation with her was effortless. It wasn't until Spencer rose from the table that he realized he was drunk.

Spencer was physically attracted to the woman in front of him. He had no doubt about that. She was gorgeous even when she was snatching the payphone from his hand. But when she said she wanted to kiss him, Spencer braced himself. He wasn't sure what was going to happen. He was half expecting some horrible slobbery press of her drunken tongue. Instead, she barely brushed her lips against his. The kiss was soft and warm and wonderful. It lit his entire body on fire. He had no idea that touching another person could feel like that.

Her hair smelled like flowers, but warmer and muskier, with a hint of lemon. Her tanned skin was soft under his fingers. Under her flowy floral dress, her body was firmer and more muscular than he expected. She was perfection. Spencer had been exchanging letters with Maeve for over a year. They'd been talking on the phone for months. He thought he was in love with her. But as he held this woman in his arms, Maeve was starting to feel more and more like some sort of imaginary adolescent crush. This girl was real. He could see her and smell her. His hands were full of her curves.

Spencer wasn't sure what to do after he pulled her against him. But his body seemed to know what he needed. He always thought he was above these types of animalistic urges. But now he was wondering if he'd simply been denying himself happiness and pleasure for no reason at all. Because when she stepped back and wriggled her dress down over her hips, he was sure he died and went to heaven. Her breasts were spilling out over the top of her lacy black bra. Below them, her waist curved inward. Her stomach was tight and as tanned as the rest of her body. There was a small tattoo. It was a cluster of stars that represented the Gemini constellation. Spencer assumed that must be her zodiac sign. His favorite part of her body was the way her hips curved out, giving him the perfect place to rest his hands. When he shucked his shirt off and pulled her against his naked chest, it felt like their bodies were made to fit together.

Once she rubbed him through the front of his pants, Spencer couldn't get her into his bedroom fast enough. He knew they were being reckless and probably stupid. He didn't even know her name. And for once, he didn't care about the consequences of his actions. Whatever part of him that thought sleeping with a stranger was a bad idea, he already drowned it with tequila. Even in his current state of drunkenness, he was able to calculate the likelihood of something like this happening to him again. There was zero chance. This was his opportunity to actually live his life for once.

Spencer knew he had obsessive tendencies. But on this occasion, they served him well. His room was clean and the bed was neatly made with fresh sheets and a clean blanket. Only the night would tell if he would end up embarrassing himself. But at least he wasn't embarrassed to invite her into his bed.

"Wait," she suggested, tugging back when he started to lower himself down onto the edge of the bed. Spencer paused, unsure of what she wanted. He got his answer when she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled out, her dusky nipples pebbling up against the cool air. She slipped her panties off next, revealing the small strip of neatly trimmed hair on her mound. He wanted to touch her. It took Spencer a moment to realize that he could. In fact, she bared her body specifically because she wanted his hands on her. As she worked his belt buckle loose, he cupped her breasts with his hands.

He gently explored her as she eased his pants off, feeling the way the skin around her nipples changed texture when he brushed his fingers over them. His dick sprung free, pointing upwards towards his stomach. She ran her fingers down the light trail of hair that started at his navel and led to the thicker patch between his legs, releasing a soft groan of approval when she reached the base of his dick and wrapped her hand around it.

It was the first time he ever witnessed a woman's reaction to seeing him completely bare. Her admiration gave him a surge of confidence. He let that fuel him when he pulled the covers back and pulled her onto his bed with him. They kissed and caressed each other under the sheets, reading each other's bodies like braille. Now that they were both naked, he found himself instinctively rocking his hips towards her, trying to get his painfully hard dick into the place where he knew it would feel the best.

Once their kisses started to become frenzied, she put her hands on his shoulders and maneuvered him onto his back before she rolled on top of him. The blankets tangled up around her legs and Spencer moved his, kicking the sheets away from them. The jerky movements of his body jostled her and made her laugh. But her face turned serious again when she reached between her legs. She lifted her hips and grasped his dick, using her hand to guide it. The flared head of his dick entered her first.

In theory, he knew that being inside a woman was supposed to feel good. But he had no idea it would feel this good. She was slick with arousal. Her insides were hot and tight and squeezing down around him as she sunk down onto his hips. It was so much better than anything he could have ever imagined.

She moaned as she lifted her arms above her head. "That feels so good," she sighed, rotating her hips in a tight circle that eased him just a little deeper inside of her. "Is this good for you?," she asked, gazing down at him from beneath her dark eyelashes. Spencer wasn't sure what to say. But he was sure that what she was doing felt good. He nodded his head, moving his hands up her legs to rest them on the curves of her hips.

After a few more swivels of her hips, she leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest. She leaned down and kissed him. And then she started rocking her hips back and forth. Her breasts bounced with the sway of her body. Her insides were squeezing and releasing as she thrust his dick in and out of her.

Her fingers curled, her nails digging slightly into his chest as her body went rigid. And thank god she announced what was happening. Because she almost looked like she was in some sort of intense pain. "I'm coming," she breathed between her soft cries of pleasure. Her pussy flooded with heat as her walls fluttered around his dick. And then she was falling forward against his chest.

Spencer wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to stop now that she found her pleasure. And he hoped that wasn't the case. His body was begging for a release of its own. He rocked his hips up, burying himself inside her. She gasped and moaned in obvious pleasure. That was all the encouragement he needed to keep going. The angle was awkward for him. But she didn't object when he held her against him and rolled her onto her back, reversing their previous positions.

She parted her thighs, lifting her long tan legs and wrapping them around his waist. Then she tucked her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply before she whispered into his ear. "Fuck me." The raw carnality of her words sent a rush of heat straight to his groin. And a moment later, he found himself doing exactly as she asked. He pumped into her, his self consciousness gone as he chased his own pleasure. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Her body arched and she cried out. But this time he didn't need her to explain what was happening. Her walls tightened, convulsing around him and sending him over the edge. He spilled himself inside her, filling her with everything he'd been holding inside for far too long. The rush of pleasure was so intense that for a moment, he couldn't see anything but little white dots swimming in front of his eyes.

Spencer collapsed on his bed, holding onto her like she was a life raft on the open sea. They lay together, letting their heart rates and breathing slowly return to normal. At some point, she got up and used his bathroom. He got them both cold bottles of water from the fridge. But they didn't speak much. No communication was needed for them to know that all they wanted to do was cuddle together under his blankets and sleep. The warm press of her skin against his sent him into a deep sleep filled with pleasant dreams.

When Spencer finally woke up, the early morning light was shining in through his window. He reached across the bed with the intention of pulling her back into his arms. But she was gone. The other side of the bed was already cold. He rolled away from her empty pillow. For a moment, he was sure he dreamed the whole thing up. But when he blinked his eyes open, he saw a note pinned to his bedside table under his water bottle. Spencer rubbed the sleep from his eyes and snatched it up. Her handwriting was neatly flowing cursive.

I didn't want to ruin the best night of my life with an awkward morning. If you want to see me again, come to that same bar, same day, same time next week. I'll be waiting.

-Toni-

Spencer smiled as he read the note over a few more times. His dream girl had a name after all. Toni was probably short for something. He wondered what it was. A week felt like a long time to wait before he could find out. He smoothed the note out and stuck inside one of his books to make sure it wouldn't get crumpled or torn. As he was setting the book back down, his phone rang. Hotch's voice drifted in from the other end of the line. As usual, there was no greeting or pleasantries.

"We've got a case. Wheels up in thirty."