Reckless

Chapter 19

Toni's day was long and one of the more frustrating that she'd had in her time with the FBI. Not only were they no closer to finding their unsub, but her worst fear about this case came true. Within an hour of arriving in Yamika, Washington, the BAU was already swimming in dead bodies. A flash flood came through the area a short time before, revealing the unsub's burying ground. They were finding the bodies of dead women along almost a full mile long stretch of wooded creek bed.

By the time they started losing the light, Toni lost count of the number of dead bodies that had been unearthed. It had to be at least thirty. More dead women were still being pulled from the wet dirt. Somewhere on or in one of those bodies, there was probably evidence that would help them solve the case. But it was going to take the medical examiners weeks to identify all the bodies, and even longer to sort through all the physical evidence.

When Toni entered her hotel room, all she could smell was wet dirt and death. The awful stench felt like it was embedded in her clothes and skin. She needed a hot shower in the worst way. Toni didn't even have the strap of her go bag off her shoulder yet when she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She had her phone set so that only a few numbers actually rang through, giving her a fairly good idea of who was calling.

"Ramirez," she barked, answering the phone call as though she had no idea what Spencer might be calling her about, or even that he was the one on the other end of the call.

"Toni, it's me," he replied.

Toni bit down on her lip to stop herself from laughing before she asked, "...is there an update on the case?" She noticed that Spencer could sometimes be oblivious to subtle social cues. But even he couldn't miss the way her voice rose with flirtation and amusement when she spoke. "Or was there something else you needed?"

"I need you," he told her.

Toni sighed as the amused smile faded from her lips. Warmth was already pooling in the base of her stomach. She wasn't sure if she was ready to admit it, but she loved the bluntly honest way Spencer talked to her. There were no ulterior motives or pretense. She never had to wonder how he felt about her. All of that was now accompanied by the knowledge that he'd spent the last six years searching for her. Toni hadn't fully processed that yet. But thinking about it made her feel good in a way she didn't know existed.

"I'll come to your room," she promised. "But I need to shower and brush my teeth first."

"You can do that here," Spencer countered.

Toni's hand drifted to the bag that she plopped on the bed when she pulled her phone from her pocket. She had no reservations about sneaking over to Spencer's room and getting horizontal with him. But taking her whole bag and actually staying in his room with him was different. She was hesitant about it for a few reasons. The first one was obvious. It would be hard to maintain any level of discretion if they started full on living together every time the BAU was on assignment. But there was also the increase in intimacy to consider. Spencer had never seen her put on deodorant or spray her three day old hair with dry shampoo. When she woke up in the morning, Toni liked to do Tai Chi next to the bed. It always annoyed her ex, who thought she was being ridiculous and weird. Toni wasn't sure if being with her on that level was something Spencer was going to like.

"Are you sure?," Toni asked. "You wouldn't rather have your own space?"

"I like my space with you in it," he assured her.

Toni felt a tug in the center of her chest. It added an extra layer to the warm feelings already swirling around inside her. She ended the call. A moment later, Spencer was shutting his hotel room door behind her as she entered his room. Toni slipped the strap of her bag off her shoulder, letting it drop onto the carpet before she wrapped her arms around him. It was harder than she expected to be around him all day and not be able to touch him. She rested her head against his shoulder and took a deep breath, feeling all the stress of the day leave her body as she exhaled.

Toni snuggled closer, pressing her breasts against his chest and tipping her head back. The soft brush of his lips against hers sent little tingles of electricity shooting through her body. Toni was tempted to deepen the kiss. But at the moment, her need for a shower was overwhelming any other desires she might have.

"I really do need to shower," she told him, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mouth before she wriggled out of his embrace.

"Go ahead," Spencer encouraged. "I already took one when I got back from the medical examiner." Toni nodded as she reached for her bag. She could tell just from the way he smelled that Spencer already showered. What was funny to her was that he got completely redressed in a clean dress shirt and slacks after he bathed. She was starting to wonder if he even owned any pajamas or loungewear.

Toni always did her best thinking in the shower. As the hot water beat down on her back, she let her mind wander as she thought about their current case. Despite the multitude of victims, there was a shockingly small amount of actual evidence. The little they did have, just wasn't adding up right in her mind. She was still thinking about it when pulled off her shower cap and stepped out of the bathroom in her robe.

"Something wrong?," Spencer asked. He was sitting on the bed with his long legs stretched out in front of him and a book in his hands. He glanced up from it when Toni stepped out of the bathroom, noting the look of intense concentration on her face.

"No," she promised, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips as she met his gaze. "I was just thinking about the case…" Toni padded across the worn hotel room carpet with her bare feet as she reached into her bag. She pulled out her hairbrush, raking it through her long waves as she spoke. "Do you think the unsub might be a woman?," she asked.

"There's nothing in the profile that would indicate a female unsub," Spencer replied, marking his book before he closed it and placed it carefully on the bedside table. "But we don't have a lot to go on yet… It would take a strong woman to carry all those bodies half a mile through the woods, and then dig a grave deep enough to bury them." He paused a moment, mulling her question over more in his mind. "What makes you think it might be?"

"None of the victims were raped," Toni said. "They were found naked, with ligature marks on their wrists. And they were all sex workers. I think it's strange that we didn't find evidence of rape. If he is a man, then what is he stripping them naked for if not to have sex with them."

"He could be doing it for any number of reasons," Spencer suggested. "Maybe it's part of his ritual…"

"...or maybe he doesn't have a dick," Toni teased. She set her brush on the dresser next to her bag. Spencer's bag was sitting next to hers. Toni asked for permission before she reached into it. "Can I borrow your tie?"

Spencer nodded, sitting up off the pillows he piled behind his back while he was reading. He watched Toni with curious amusement as she plucked his necktie from his open bag. She balled it up in one hand as she shrugged out of her bathrobe. His eyes roamed over her naked curves as she moved towards the wall and slung his necktie over the hotel's round plastic smoke alarm. Catching the ends of the tie in each of her hands, she wrapped the fabric around her wrists until it gave the appearance that she was naked and bound with her hands tied above her head. The angle of her arms lifted her breasts, making her dusky nipples turn upward.

"Pretend you're him," Toni teased. "What do you want to do to me right now?"

To prove her point, Toni twisted her shoulders back and forth in a way that she might if she was actually trying to escape her bonds. The sway of her body made her breasts jiggle. She squealed with laughter when Spencer rocketed off the bed, closing the space between them in a few long legged strides. His hands settled into the dip of her waist as he pinned her between his body and the wall. This time, there was no gentle brush of his lips on hers. The kiss was rough and demanding. Toni yielded to it immediately, parting her lips and humming when his tongue tangled up with hers.

Being completely naked while Spencer was still fully dressed in his work clothes made what they were doing feel more naughty than it really was. Toni could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against her belly through the fabric. The pooling heat between her legs was growing into a steady throb. His hands were roaming over her curves, leaving a trail of tingling warmth behind. He moved them down first, over the round of her hips to cup her ass. Having his fingers so close to the place she wanted them was agony of the absolute best kind.

Toni deepened the kiss as she felt his hands moving back up her body. He lingered on the dip of her waist again before slipping his hands between them to cup her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. But they tightened more when he brushed his thumbs across them. Toni moaned, breaking their kiss to suck in a hard breath of air. Her clit was throbbing and her body felt like an overtightened cord, ready to snap at the slightest touch. If her hands weren't suspended above her head, she would already be guiding one of his between her legs.

Shifting her shoulders, Toni rotated her wrists in an attempt to free herself from her bonds. Spencer moved his arms up. She assumed he meant to help her untangle her wrists from his necktie. But instead, he moved his hand up past her wrists, lifting the tie off the top of the smoke alarm. He gripped the strip of fabric, guiding it around the back of his neck instead. The realization that Spencer had no intention of untying her hands made Toni giggle. She kissed up the side of his neck as he walked her backwards towards the bed.

Like most hotel rooms, the bed didn't have much in the way of a headboard. But it still had a frame. Toni lay still with her arms stretched above her head, enjoying the expression of intense concentration on Spencer's face as he looped the necktie around the frame before re-securing her wrists. The knots he tied were no more than what Toni might use to tie her tennis shoes. She could escape them at any time, not that she had any desire to get away.

During the few sexual encounters they had, Toni initiated most of the physical contact. Now that Spencer decided to put himself in charge of what was happening, she was waiting with heated anticipation to find out what he meant to do to her.

Toni wet her lips with her tongue as she watched him strip his clothes off. Her eyes lingered on the wide berth of his shoulders before she flicked them down to the soft trail of hair that started below his navel and led down under the waistband of his pants. When he pushed his slacks down, his erection sprung free. The last time she saw his dick, it was sliding out from between her lips. The thought of that sent a surge of heat to her core. She bent her knees slightly, rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the throbbing pressure.

When Spencer climbed onto the bed, Toni eagerly parted her legs. She gripped the fabric of his necktie with her hands. Her back arched as her hips rose up to buck against him. She was almost delirious with desire. The steady pounding between her legs was pushing every rational thought from her mind. The press of his warm skin against hers was only fueling the fire inside her. When he kissed her, she moaned into his mouth.

Her hands were bound. But her legs were free. She wrapped them around his waist, rocking her hips against him. His erection was pinned between their bodies. Toni rocked her hips down and back, adjusting the angle of her body until she was able to line the tip of his dick up with her slicked opening. She thrust upwards, another moan escaping her lips when she felt the thick head of his dick slide inside her. But before she could take the rest of him, he stopped kissing her and jerked his hips downward. Toni whined, a soft keening noise that he quieted with the soft press of his lips on hers.

"Wait," he whispered, his breath warm against her lips. "What you did to me in the car… It felt good. I want to do that to you. Is that okay?"

It took Toni's lust-addled brain a moment to compute what he was asking her. When she realized what he meant to do, she lifted her head off the mattress and kissed him. Just the thought of having his head between her thighs was almost enough to tip her over the edge.

"I want your mouth on me," she said, her voice low and full of desire.

She closed her eyes and tried her best to relax into the mattress as he started kissing his way down her neck. But her body felt like a tightly coiled spring. She cried out when his lips closed around the hard pebble of her nipple. Ripples of pleasure shot down, pooling up in the base of her stomach and making her insides clench in anticipation. His lips left a hot trail behind as he worked his way down past the hollow of her stomach to the apex of her thighs. He kissed the insides of her tanned thighs. Her breath was already coming in short hard pants by the time she felt his lips brush against her most sensitive area. In her mind, his touch was light and teasing. Though when she thought about it later, Toni realized it was more likely that he was nervous and unsure of how to please her.

Spencer was always gentle with her. And this was no exception. She gasped when she felt him carefully spread her lips with his fingers. This was followed by the soft flick of his tongue across her already swollen clit. She moaned, unable to stop her back from arching. Encouraged by her reaction, he repeated the movement. It only took a quick back and forth movement of his tongue before her entire body flooded with pleasure. Her cries of pleasure increased in volume as she announced her release.

"I'm coming… oh fuck that feels so good."

In her past experiences, once she came her partner couldn't get his face away from her pussy fast enough. Oral was something men gave because they wanted it in return, not because they enjoyed it or actually cared about making her feel good. It took Toni by surprise when she felt Spencer put his mouth back on her. Having her most sensitive area licked when she was already coming was the best kind of sensory overload. She couldn't see or feel her toes. His tongue was flicking back and forth across her clit as he slipped a finger inside her already pulsing slit. The spasms were so intense, they bordered on being painful. She was already gasping for breath when she felt herself coming on his face for the second time.

"Stop… holy fuck I can't take any more," she pleaded.

Toni clamped her legs together as he jerked his head back. The spasms were washing over her body in waves. She could hear Spencer asking her if she was okay. But it took her a moment before she could form the words to answer him. The bed shifted, dipping under his weight as he moved across the mattress. Toni felt Spencer's hands on her wrists. A moment later, her arms were loose.
"I'm fine," she assured him. "It felt good… really good. Maybe too good…"

"I thought I hurt you," he admitted, breathing an audible sigh of relief as he collapsed on the bed next to her.

"No," she promised. "Not at all." Toni rolled onto her side, sliding back closer to him. "Come here and hold me," she encouraged as she reached for his arm, helping him to tuck his lanky body in behind hers. Once they were lying like two spoons on edge, she slipped her hand behind her ass. She smiled when she discovered that his worry for her had not diminished his arousal. Toni gripped his dick and arched her back, guiding his hard length into her extremely well slicked opening.

His soft gasp of surprise faded into a low groan of pleasure. "You feel so good," he whispered, his breath warming the sensitive spot behind her ear. Spencer wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he pushed deeper inside her. It took him a moment to catch a rhythm with his hips. But soon, she was rocking her ass back to meet his thrusts. Each one was hitting the spot deep inside her where it felt the best. After how hard she just came, Toni was surprised when she felt the heat building up inside her again. She found Spencer's hand, twinning her fingers between his and squeezing it when she came. Her walls spasmed around him as her insides flooded with heat and her arousal. Toni hummed when she felt the jerk of his hips went from gentle and controlled to hard and frenzied. A moment later, he was groaning into her hair as he spilled himself inside her.

They lay with her back against his chest until their heart rates returned to normal. After she used the bathroom, Toni climbed under the covers and snuggled down with her head on Spencer's chest. He was uncharacteristically quiet. It made Toni wonder where his impressive mind had wandered to. Was he reflecting on their lovemaking or thinking about the case? Or maybe both at the same time. That made Toni smile.

"What are you thinking about?," she asked, reaching up to cup his face with her hand. She stroked her thumb along his jawline, enjoying the rough stubble she felt there.

Spencer didn't answer right away. First he tipped his head down and pressed a soft kiss into the dark tangle of her hair. "You liked it?," he asked. "When I kissed you down there…"

Toni hummed. Like it wasn't an accurate description of how it felt to live out her every masturbatory fantasy. Having his head between her thighs was like heaven. And she was sort of into having her wrists tied. That was what surprised her. Toni never had a lover that she trusted enough to allow them that sort of control over her. It was hot. And it added to her pleasure more than she expected.

"Liked it?," Toni repeated. She tilted her head back, making sure Spencer could see the expression on her face when she spoke. She allowed the accent that she usually tried her best to hide to come through when she spoke. "Mi Rey, you were perfección."

Her teasing Spanish nickname made him smile more than her reassurance of his sexual performance. Spencer pulled her a little closer, wrapping his arm around her. "Mi Rey… your king?," he asked.

"Mhmm," Toni replied as she rested her cheek back against his chest. "I can't call you mi amor. That's what I call Romeo. But if you don't like Mi Rey… I could call you Papi instead."

"I like it," Spencer quickly countered, his chest shaking with silent laughter. The movement of his chest made Toni laugh along with him. When his slender body punctuated it with a hard growl of his stomach, she laughed even harder.

"Where are you going?," Spencer asked, pulling her back against him as she attempted to roll towards the edge of the bed. Toni laughed as she wriggled out of his grasp and reached for the stack of paper menus on the bedside stand.

"I'm about to order us some food. I can't have my king starving," she teased. "After we eat, I think we better figure out how we're going to solve this fucking mess of a case."