Fic: The Elevator Solves Everything by SussiRay (1/1)
Title: The Elevator Solves Everything
Author: SussiRay
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Hotch/Prentiss
Summary: Hotch and Emily have an awkward moment in the elevator one morning. Then later at night they get stuck together in that elevator... What will happen!
"Hold the elevator, please!"
Emily quickly grabbed the door holding it back to let the person calling enter. Through the door came a tall dark suit clad man.
"Hotch!" She said with badly hidden surprise. It was almost eight, wasn't he usually in the office before seven in the morning.
"Prentiss." Hotch answered giving her a tight nod. "Why the surprised face?"
"Uhm..." Emily fumbled with the words feeling slightly ashamed. Why shouldn't Hotch be allowed to come to work at a normal time every now and then? "Just a bit surprised to see that you're not already at the office, sir." She gave him a weak smile.
Hotch just gave her a frown. "I had some trouble sleeping last night. That's all."
"Oh, bad dreams?" Emily asked before she could stop herself. He'd never admit to having nightmares. And he wouldn't appreciate her being nosy. She just kept on sticking her foot in her mouth today.
"Let's just say that I had a vivid dream." Hotch finally said before turning and continuing his exploration of the silver doors in front of him.
The door slid open and Hotch hurriedly made his way out of the elevator and away from Emily. Leaving her standing in the elevator feeling like a complete ass.
Emily's day floated on without any major events. She didn't see Hotch again except for during an unusually short briefing and one time by the coffee maker. Both times he'd been short with her and she'd felt like he'd even been trying to avoid her. All day she'd been kicking herself that she'd opened her big mouth. Of course you shouldn't ask Hotch about bad dreams. No one was more private. And now she'd made him uncomfortable. And their relationship had just started to get better...
Looking up at Hotch's office where the lights where still burning bright she picked up her go bag and headed for the elevators.
"Hold the elevator, please!"
Oh, crap. Not again. Emily grabbed the door and steeled herself for what was about to walk trough the door.
"Hotch!" She said with badly hidden embarrassment. It was just her luck to have to be alone in a small compartment with Hotch when he was obviously irritated with her.
Hotch didn't say anything. He just muttered something giving her a glance and turned his attention back to the case file in his hand.
Emily could take a hint. She kept quiet and stared at the green numbers on the display role by. 5. 4. 3. 2.
Crunk! The elevator jolted to a halt sending Emily crashing into Hotch who was quick enough to catch her before they both went tumbling to the ground. She spluttered several humiliated apologies as he calmly helped her back on her feet.
"Sorry, Hotch. Sorry. Did I hurt you?" She looked him over searching for any nicks or bruises that was her doing.
"I'm fine, Prentiss." Hotch assured her. "But I don't think I can say the same for this elevator though. Seems like we're stuck." He looked at her and obviously misinterpreted the awkwardness she was feeling with anxiety. "Don't worry. It happens some times, we'll be moving again in no time." With that Hotch fell silent again and turned his attention back to the file in his hand.
Emily was so uncomfortable that she was in pain. She was standing in a tight little metal box that was stuck between two floors with a man that obviously not wanted to be around her. She just couldn't take it anymore. She was well aware that she was just about to land her foot in her mouth again. But she had to say something.
"Hotch..." She began getting Hotch to look at her. "I'm so sorry that I pried into your personal life earlier today."
Hotch just looked at her with confused eyes.
"Ehm... When I asked about your dreams. I really wasn't snooping or anything. I'd never expect you to share anything you don't want to." She gave him a small smile.
"Emily, I'm not mad at you." Hotch said his face for the first time showing small signs of relaxation. "I didn't think that you were prying." He let out a small sigh. "It was just an embarrassing dream."
"Hotch... you really don't have to." Emily began but Hotch cut her off.
"It wasn't a nightmare." He turned away from her staring at the wall. "It was a... Erhm... A sex dream."
"Oh!" Emily let out feeling even more embarrassed than before. "Well, that's okay Hotch. It's normal." She said wanting him to feel comfortable even though she wasn't.
"Eh, Emily..." Hotch continued looking away. "The dream was about you."
"Oh!" Was all Emily could say. She did not see that coming. The dream was about her? Did that mean...? Did that mean that he wanted to have sex with her? Regaining her wit she realized that there was only one thing that she could do. Only one thing that she wanted to do. Something that she'd wanted to do for a long time.
Leaning closer she took Hotch's face between her hands and turned it so they were facing each other. Then she pulled him closer and pressed her lips against his. At first he didn't respond and for a second she feared that she'd crossed the line. But then his body relaxed and his arms snaked around her back pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
When oxygen became an issue they broke apart. Emily let her eyes trail along Hotch's handsome features stopping at his eyes. She felt herself tingle when she saw nothing but pure lust in them.
Putting her lips close to his ear she huskily whispered. "You may do what you want with me." Pressed firm against him she could feel his cock jump to attention at her words.
He didn't say anything else. She assumed that he was beyond the limit where words were able to form in his brain. She let out a soft giggle when his fingers brushed her belly as he worked on the buttons on her pants.
It only took him a few seconds to have her pants and lace panties around her knees and she was really impressed at his deft hands. He let a finger glide between her thighs and he growled when he felt how wet she was for him. A breathy moan left her when his fingers moved to undo the tiny buttons on her shirt.
Again she was thoroughly impressed by his speed and the nimbleness of his strong fingers. She felt herself get wetter when her mind flashed to what those fingers could do to her. As if reading her mind Hotch let one hand trail down over her bare stomach and find its way to her clit.
His other hand made quick work of her bra unhooking the front clasp and rubbing his palm over her hard nipple making her gasp at the fiery contact. Hotch just chuckled at her reaction and bent closer pulling the other nipple into his mouth.
Emily thought that she was going to burst at the sensation of Hotch's hands and mouth on her skin. She grabbed on to his head pressing him against her breasts never wanting him to leave again. He responded by flicking his tongue against the hard bud and nibbling it softly. A move that had Emily pantingly groaning his name.
When she thought that she couldn't get any hotter Hotch slid his finger from her clit deeper in between her moist thighs. Without warning he plunged two fingers deep inside her making her wriggle in pleasure.
As he pumped the fingers in and out of her and longingly suckled on her nipples she felt the climax rising within her.
"Hotch... so close." Was the only words that she could managed but they were the only ones he needed. Moving his fingers with increasing speed he pressed the heel of his hand down onto her bundle of nerves and she felt herself falling hard. With one last push of his strong hand she came all over him with a loud moan.
Taking a small step back Hotch licked his fingers before leaning closer again and placing a sweet kiss on Emily's lips. She didn't have the strength to speak so she just gave him a bright smile.
Then just as she pulled her pants back up the elevator started moving again. Finally finding her voice she leaned close against Hotch and gave him a discreet wink.
"Now tell me exactly what you dreamed about and we'll go back to your place and recreate it!"
...
Hotch had to shake his head to make sure he'd heard her right. She wanted to recreate his dream. And she didn't even know what it was. Wow, that's bold. That's definitely one of the reasons he finds her so damned mind-blowingly sexy. Although he's not all that shy and innocent himself. He had just fingered her to a screaming climax inside an elevator. Had he not?
He was pulled from his inner thoughts by two things. One. The thoughts of his fingers inside Emily was making him painfully hard. Two. Emily was tugging at his suit jacket pulling him towards his car.
"Come on!" She said with an impatient whimper he had to chuckle a little at. "Take me home and get me out of these panties." She smiled raising an alluring eyebrow at him and adding. "They're soaking."
"Actually..." Hotch said tugging her back and holding her firm against his front. "You said you wanted to recreate my dream and... Well, I didn't dream about having sex at home."
"Oh..." Emily purred into his chest squirming a little against him smiling at what she felt pressing against her thigh. "Tell me then. Where do you plan on ravishing me?"
"If we're going by my dream, and I sure hope we are..." Hotch gave her a dimple. "Then we're not leaving this parking garage." He told her smiling at the lust shining in her eyes.
"Oh, I like the way your mind works, agent." Emily purred back and started dragging him by his lapel over to his dark sedan. The car was tucked away in one of the corners but still in plain sight if someone happened to walk by. But they were probably two of the last people left in the entire building so the chance of that happening was pretty remote.
Emily smiled and let her hand trail down to the front of his pants rubbing him a little. Leaning close she gave him a light squeeze feeling him grow in her hand and huskily whispered "Now why don't you tell me about this dream of yours."
"Why don't I just show you?" Hotch asked grabbing a hold of her waist and pressing her against his obvious bulge.
"You've had your fun. Now I want mine." Emily smiled at him. "And I want to hear what kind of dreams the mind of the great Aaron Hotchner can produce."
"Alright" Hotch relented. He was pretty sure that her kind of fun would be fun for him too. "Well, I'm on my way to my car in this deserted parking garage when you show up behind me." He started but fell silent as his eyes fixed on Emily's hands unbuttoning her shirt and tweaking her nipples through the fabric of her bra.
"Go on." She smiled at him while unhooking the clasp of her bra giving him a peak at her full breasts.
Hotch let out a moan but continued retelling the dream. Albeit in a slightly more strangled voice. "You walk over to me and... Ah..." A small gasp escaped him as Emily's hands found their way inside his boxers and pulled him out. "You grab me and you kiss me and..." His voice left him again as Emily sank down onto her knees in front of him.
"Continue..." She looked up at him with a naughty grin. "Don't let me distract you. I really want to know what happens next." She smiled as she slowly ran her hand up and down his rapidly hardening erection.
"You're not making this very easy for me." Hotch hissed as Emily let her tongue follow her hands.
"Oh, do you want me to stop?" She asked with mock-concern coloring her voice loosening her grip on him.
"God, no!" Hotch hurriedly exclaimed. "I'll manage." He shot her a dimple and a quiet growl as she continued letting her lips explore him. "Uh...You kiss me and I let my hand trail up your skirt and I... Ah... find that you aren't wearing any panties." Another moan left him as Emily swallowed him whole. "I bend you over the hood of my car and I... Oh!" As Emily used him as her very own tasty popsicle Hotch's ability to form words disappeared.
Any thoughts of retelling the dream had completely left his brain. He couldn't think about anything other than what was happening right at that moment. He looked down at the beautiful dark head bobbing back and forth. Then without any conscious permission of his brain he started rocking against her loving the feeling of her lush lips all around his aching length.
Hotch could faintly sense himself closing in on becoming completely incoherent and forced himself to snap to. Her lips were so good but he wanted her like he had had her in his dream. Feeling himself burn he wrapped a hand in her long hair pulling her up to his lips. As he pressed a heated kiss to her lips he let his hands wander down and grabbed her ass. A wide smile spread across his lips through the kiss when he realized that he's touching bare skin. She must have shimmied out of her pants and panties when he wasn't paying attention.
He let go of her mouth. "You're not wearing any panties." He stated as he gave her ass another squeeze.
"I was paying attention to what you were telling me." She chuckled placing another quick kiss on his lips. "Now, you were saying something about bending me over the hood of your car..." With that she let go of him and turned around. "I'm guessing you had something like this in mind?" As she bent over the car she wriggled her ass pressing it against his cock.
Hotch wanted to explode. That was a hundred times better than anything his mind could ever think of. Heat running through him he grabbed her hips and positioned himself. Then he lightly brushed his tip against her core earning himself a lusty moan. He pushed in a little bit more getting a slightly louder more breathy moan in return.
He leaned closer reaching one hand up to knead her right breast. "Is this all for me?" He hungrily growled. "Are you this wet for me?"
"I'm always wet for you, Agent Hotchner." Emily growled back. Then she placed her hands on the hood and pushed herself back completely sheeting him.
The urgency of her movement took Hotch a little by surprise but he quickly regained his wits and a wicked smile flickered across his lips as he listened to her panting and whimpering.
The sensation of her tight and hot around him made him dizzy. He knew that he couldn't hold on much longer and let his hand work its way around her hip and brushed a finger against her clit. He could feel her climax building as she pushed herself more forcefully against him.
As he slammed against her ass he felt his own crescendo coming nearer and nearer. The hand working on Emily's clit became more determined as he insisted on making her come before he had his own release.
Emily started panting his name over and over pressing herself against him. "Oh, Hotch... Hotch! Aaron!"
Her walls clenched around him and with a loud moan he let himself go along with her coming with a shudder inside her. "Oh God. Oh God." He growled as he continued rocking against her and rubbing her nipples.
Then just as he slid out of her he could swear he heard something and looked up. Not too far away with a look of utter horror in his eyes was Reid. "Reid!" Hotch exclaimed.
"What did you say!" Emily whipped her head around and spotted the petrified doctor.
"Ehm... Um..." Reid spluttered before snapping to and quickly adverting his eyes. "Oh, Sorry.. Sorry guys." He mumbled filled with embarrassment before turning on the spot and hurrying away.
"Oh, poor Reid." Emily said looking at the back of the awkwardly running young man. "Do you think we scarred him for life."
"We probably did." Hotch answered. "I'll probably have to have a talk with him. I'll do it tomorrow though." He glanced down at his pants and boxers still round his knees. "I think my current look would just frighten him more."
...
"Where do you want to go?" Hotch asked when they were both fully clothed again and sitting in his car.
"Could we go to my place?" Emily asked receiving a nod and a "sure" in return. "You see, you're not the only one who's been having vivid dreams." She gave him a sly smile.
"Really?" Hotch asked his eyes lightening up and momentarily leaving the road. "Feel like sharing just what those dreams have been about?"
"Uhm... Well..." Emily started all of a sudden feeling a tiny bit shy. Which was strange since she'd just had sex with him on the hood of his car. "It's something I've been wanting to try for a while now but not something I'd do with just any guy." She explained then quickly added. "Not that there are many guys." She raised an eyebrow. "It's a little... kinky."
Hotch swerved a bit but quickly regained the control of the car and himself. "Oh, I'd definitely love to hear what you have in mind." He placed a large hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. "But let's wait til we get back to yours or there's a distinct risk that I'll hit a lamp post."
When they got back to Emily's condo she waisted no time directly taking Hotch by the hand and leading him up the stairs to her bedroom. She gave him a light push and eased him onto her bed.
"Wait there. I'll be right back." She smiled.
She opened a door and went into something Hotch could only assume was a large walk-in closet. A couple of minutes later she came back out. She'd changed out of her works clothes in favor of a tank and cotton shorts. He couldn't hold his curiosity anymore. He had to know what kind of kink she had in mind.
"So..." He said looking up at her from his place on her bed. "What is your fantasy?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"It's..." She started. "It's completely okay if you don't want to do it."
"Em, just tell me."
She walked over to him sitting down next to him and placed a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs and deep red sash on his lap. As she leaned in closer she placed one hand on his crotch and sighed into his ear. "I've always dreamed of being cuffed to the bed and blindfolded." She let her tongue trail from Hotch's ear down his jaw. "You have no idea how wet just the thought of being tied to the bed makes me." She purred and grabbed his hand sliding it beneath the waistband of her tiny pink shorts. "Feel."
Hotch let his hand play with her silky folds under the flimsy fabric. He felt his dick straining against the dress pants he was still wearing and sent a tiny prayer that his 42 year old manhood would last another round.
"I'll do whatever you want me to, Em." Hotch promised his voice low and heated.
"Alright, then take off your clothes." Emily smiled at him tugging a little at the tie he was still wearing.
Hotch did like she said unbuttoning his shirt and sliding out of both his pants and boxers at the same time discarding them to the floor. There was really no time to be tidy. He walked over to the bed where Emily sat and stood before her waiting on her next instruction.
Emily let her eyes trail over Hotch body. During their two earlier trysts he'd been almost fully clothed. And that had been a big turn on. But naked Hotch was just so much better. Her eyes left a burning trail from his cheekbones down his defined chest over his flat stomach stopping a few inches below. She bit her lip. God, his cock was perfect. Now she also knew from first hand experience that it was just the right size.
"Em!" Hotch smiled at her. He'd noticed where her eyes had stopped and he couldn't help but feel pride swelling inside him.
Emily came back and beckoned Hotch closer. As he slid onto the bed she pulled her tank over her head giving him the full frontal view of her chest. She saw how his eyes dilated and how his cock twitched. Grabbing the fuzzy handcuffs she handed them to Hotch and eased her way higher onto the bed and wrapped her hands round one of the poles in the headboard. Then she gave Hotch a sultry grin. "I'm ready."
Giving her a smile back Hotch placed a soft kiss on her left knee, then one on her right. Another kiss on her stomach and then letting his lips trail up finally encasing a peaked nipple. He gave it a small tug with his teeth and Emily let out a whimper. Finally he took hold of her hands and closed the cuffs around them.
He pressed a passionate kiss to her lips before carefully tying the sash around her head covering her eyes. "How does it feel?" He asked running a hand down the valley between her breasts making her shudder.
"Like I'm on fire." She answered arching her back trying to get closer to his hands. "Mmm..." She let out a soft moan. "Touch me, Hotch. I want your hands and your tongue on me."
Hotch felt the heat bubbling inside him at her words and grabbed himself to get at least some relief. He leaned in over her and he let his tongue trail down her stomach as his hand kneaded her breast playing with the hard nub. A smile spread across his lips when he got to the waistband of her shorts. She gasped as he hooked his fingers on either side and pulled them down and off her body.
She couldn't see what Hotch was doing but she could feel it and she loved every second of it. His lips left her body and she let out a small whimper and wiggled a little trying to find him. Then she felt two strong hands on her thighs pushing them apart and the bed dipping a bit as he shifted closer.
Emily felt as if an electrical current had hit her when his tongue touched her pussy. At first he just let it trail lazily along her folds. Touching and teasing. She squirmed and wriggled trying to push her pelvis closer to his mouth but she was firmly stuck. All she could do was moan as he increased the pressure slightly. "Oh, Aaron. Right there..."
Hearing Emily's heavy panting and feeling her thighs trembling on either side of his head Hotch let his tongue play. Skillfully darting it deeper inside her he smiled as a loud moan left her lips. Raising his head a little to look up at her he saw the flush creep over her chest as her hands were pulling at her hard nipples. She was biting her swollen lips whimpering in pleasure.
Slowly but firmly stroking his hard on he returned his full attention to her center. He licked her soaking folds stopping at her clit where he did little circles and figure eights. The special attention was earning him loud moans and his name uttered in panting breaths. "Ah Aaron...Aaron! Fuck me!"
He knew that she was close. Wanting to give her the most explosive orgasm she'd ever experienced he pushed a finger inside her while sucking on her clit. He felt her whole body hum and shake and she came all over his mouth and chin screaming his name as he lapped at her juices. "Oooh! Aaron!"
Emily's body was still trembling from the force of her climax when she felt Hotch grab her right knee and hitch her leg over his shoulder. Then he plunged into her warm sensitive wetness. As he placed a thumb on her little bundle of nerves she could sense the fourth peak of the night building in the pit of her stomach.
As Hotch pressed down on her clit and felt her walls clench he let himself go shooting all he had inside her. Slowly rocking through the after waves he carefully lowered her leg back down and crawled up next to her. Then he undid the sash and found two dark eyes staring back at him. He uncuffed her wrists and immediately he had two small hands round his neck pulling him into a crushing kiss.
When their lungs begged for air she let him go and licked her lips tasting herself on them. "Oh. My. God. No one has ever fucked me like that." She sighed as he sank down next to her pulling her close.
"I'll do that to you every night, if you let me." Hotch chuckled giving her a squeeze.
"Oh, I'm holding you to that, Agent Hotchner." Emily answered and placed a light kiss on his lips.
...Reid, come on in." Hotch told the frightened genius fidgeting in the doorway and waved a hand at the chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat." He was feeling immensely uncomfortable but knew that the young man in front of him was probably even more so and tried to swallow the feeling.
Reid sat down in the chair his eyes intently trained on his bony hands. He just couldn't look Hotch in the eye. How do you look someone, your boss, in the eye without cringing horribly after having witness something like that. After having seen him having sex with one of your friends.
"Reid, I know this is very unpleasant for both of us so I'll just get straight to the point." Hotch began but didn't get the chance to continue as his cell started beeping. As it very well could be something urgent he excused himself to Reid and flipped the phone open.
I saw the genius enter your office. As soon as your done telling him about the birds and the bees I want your hot wet mouth biting my hard nipples... xx Em
Breathing in too quickly Hotch chocked on the air and let out a violent cough.
"Are you okay, Hotch?" Reid asked.
"I'm fine." Hotch answered swallowing hard. "Okay, as I was saying I know you... Ehem... witnessed something we both wish you hadn't."
"Really, Hotch... I... I didn't..." Reid stuttered. "I didn't really see anything." He sank further back in the chair.
Then before he could say anything else Hotch's cell started vibrating again. "Sorry, Reid." Hotch said and picked up the cell checking the display.
I want to suck you dry, baby... Just thinking about it is ruining my panties...maybe I should take them off... xx Em
Reading Emily's words made Hotch shudder. He just wanted to have his talk with Reid done and then get him as far away from his office as possible.
"I'm really sorry you had to see that, Reid. It was very unprofessional of myself and Prentiss and..." Hotch was cut off again by the beeping of his cell phone. "I am so sorry, Reid but you know I can't turn it off. It might be important. Although he was pretty sure who the text would be from.
Are you getting hard, Agent Hotchner? Do you know where I want that big hard cock of yours? Between my things... xx Em
Oh, God. Was she trying to kill him?
Turning his attention back to Reid he gave him an slight apologetic smile.
"Are you sure you're okay, Hotch?" Reid asked. "You look kind of flushed."
"I'm perfectly fine, Reid. Thanks though. It's just a bit hot in here. Maybe I should turn up the AC."
Reid nodded looking confused. He didn't think it was above 65 degrees in the room. He actually thought that it was a bit chilly.
"So, as I was saying." Hotch began his rehearsed speech again. "It was very unprofessional of Prentiss and I to... Uhm... Do that in a public place." He looked over at Reid who opened his mouth to respond but was cut off again by Hotch's cell making noise.
"It's okay Hotch." Reid said pointing at the cell.
I'm going to fuck you so hard... You're not going to be able to walk for a week... xx Em
Hotch could feel his dress slacks becoming increasingly constricting. And his brain was receiving less and less blood. He could feel it all pumping below his waist. Forcing himself to focus on Reid sitting in the chair in front of him fidgeting like crazy. He was going to tell him that he could leave but didn't get the chance.
Tell me where you want to shoot your load. On my tits? Or maybe on my ass? You can do me anyway you like... xx Em
He couldn't take it anymore! He had to get rid of Reid. So that he could drag Emily back to his office and fuck her in every way he could think of.
"We're okay, Reid?" He asked. "You don't think any less of us because of this?"
"Not at all, Hotch." Reid answered shaking his head. "It's actually quite common for new couples to want to experiment sexually. It's not until later in the relationship that intercourse can become routine. I believe it is called the 'honey moon period'." He started spluttering. He always did that when he was nervous.
"Yes, well. I am glad that we are okay, Reid." Hotch told him. "You can go home now and I'll see you tomorrow." He gave Reid a tight smile but didn't get up. He really didn't feel like giving Reid another show.
"Okay." Reid said looking extremely relieved. "I'll see you tomorrow." He stood and grabbed his messenger bag and made his way through the door closing it behind him.
Releasing a deep breath Hotch leaned back into his chair. Feeling his trapped member pressing uncomfortably against his pants he pulled down the fly and reached a hand inside to grab the aching length.
Slowly rubbing his hand along the shaft he let out a strangled grunt. Reid had left. He was all by himself. Where was Emily. She couldn't just get him all worked up and then not follow through.
As if she'd been reading his mind the door opened and Emily sauntered in wearing a naughty smile. When she saw that Hotch already had started she gave him a small pout. An action that made him grow in his hand.
"Aw, you started without me." She playfully whined her eyes fixed on Hotch's slowly moving hand. "Well, I'll just have to catch up then." She smirked and pulled her red top over her head revealing a lacy red bra. Taking a step closer she wedged herself between Hotch and his desk. Before she hopped up on the blotter she shimmied out of her slacks showing Hotch her matching red thong.
All he could manage was a dark moan as he let his eyes wander over her almost naked body. Releasing his dick he went to grab her waist but she stopped him.
"Hang on." She smiled. "I didn't say stop. I want to watch you get yourself off." She ran a finger over his chest and felt his muscles flutter at her touch.
Grabbing himself again Hotch's movements became faster as he looked with pure lust into Emily's eyes. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched her tweak her nipples through the lace of the bra.
Slowing his pace and then quickening it again he bent forward sucking one of Emily's hard nipples into his mouth. Biting the hard nub he glanced down and saw movement between her thighs. Letting her nipple go he looked down he saw the Emily had pulled the thin scrap of lace to the side and pushed a finger into her pussy.
Pumping it in and out her breathing became harder and she whimpered as she let her other hand glide along her moist folds finding its way to her clit.
Watching the mesmerising show in front of him Hotch started rubbing his cock harder and harder until he felt the tell tale signs of an inevitable eruption.
"Em..." He dragged her focus onto him. "I'm coming."
Stopping her own playing Emily let her hands trail along his things and stopped at his balls giving them a gentle squeeze.
At the touch of Emily's soft hands Hotch felt the orgasm bubble and without time to warn he shot his load all over her thighs and stomach.
Grinning at him Emily grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. "I'm so close, Hotch. Make me come." She purred as he rubbed his thumbs over her peaked nipples giving them a little tug.
Pushing two fingers inside her core and pushing down on the swollen little bundle Emily breathed hard as she again felt Hotch's teeth playing with her breasts. Pushing down harder the climax crashed through her and she bit down on Hotch's shoulder to muffle the scream both of them knew she had in her.
Slowly getting off his desk and slipping onto his lap she gave Hotch a lazy kiss. She didn't have it in her at the moment to give anything more energetic.
She leaned against his strong frame and patted his cheek tenderly. When her voice returned she whispered huskily. "Alright, this settles it. From now on every Tuesday is 'Dirty texting day'."
...
After they, by a pure coincidence, had been stuck together in a non-moving elevator and discovered their more than professional feelings towards one another through a confession of a vivid dream and a couple of nimble fingers Hotch and Emily had been having crazy hot secret sex whenever they got the chance.
And to Emily's great satisfaction it hadn't been ordinary or mundane sex. She'd been pleasantly surprised by Hotch's dirty mind and willingness to get it on whenever and where ever. Who knew that behind that facade made out of professional suits and disapproving looks lured a very kinky man.
She figured it was his need to overachieve in all things he took on that made him such an excellent lover. That made him very determined in his exploration of every inch of her body. And she'd done her fair share of exploring as well. She was after all also a true overachiever.
The last few weeks had been heaven on a pair of roller skates. After their first encounters in the aforementioned elevator, the parking garage, her bedroom and Hotch's office they'd constantly been trying to outdo themselves. No pun intended.
Hotch had fucked her against a wall in the back of a dark club. He'd had her pressed against the window in her living room stroking her clit until she begged for mercy. She had even sucked him off whilst in a moving SUV once. It was safe to say that they'd done some experimenting.
But there was one thing that they hadn't done yet that she was itching to try. And that was for them both to join the mile high club. And if the plan she'd been brewing up worked then they'd both be proud members when the jet they were currently sitting in touched ground once more.
Unfortunately, even though Hotch had turned out to have a dark horny side, he was, after they'd been caught by Reid when they were going at it in the parking garage, still a little reluctant to do anything when the team was anywhere near them. So she'd had to think of a way to tempt him enough to make him drop those concerns.
She felt pretty good about her plan and as she leaned back into her seat a smile spread across her lips when she thought about how well-fucked she was going to be when they were back on the ground.
Kicking off her shoe she let her foot trail up under the pant leg of Hotch's dark blue dress slacks. Seeing him squirm a little she leaned forward giving him a bright smile.
"Hotch?" She said her voice not conveying her foot's journey towards the unit chief's groin.
"Yes, Prentiss?" Hotch answered his voice the slightest bit shaky. Only she heard the wobble and she smiled another smile.
"Uhm, could you grab me a wet wipe out of my go bag please?" She asked. "It's in the compartment above you."
"Sure." Hotch answered a bit confused but got up and pulled down Emily's black duffel bag.
"They're in the blue vanity case." She smilingly explained.
Opening the blue silky little bag in search of the wet wipes Hotch's eye bugged and his breath hitched as he saw just what was in that bag other than wet wipes and toiletries. As he rummaged through it he found a tube of chocolate flavored body paint, a small vibrator and the largest pink dildo he'd ever seen. Not that he had seen many dildos in his days but he guessed that this took the prize.
He felt himself growing rock hard inside his boxers and he could feel a few pearls of sweat dripping down his forehead at the thought of filling her up with that large toy. Looking up he saw Emily wearing a devilish grin and sliding a folded up piece of paper over the table to him.
Placing the vanity case back in her go bag he grabbed the note and opened it. As he read the words scribbled on it he was sure he was going to pop out of his pants.
You want a private show after the others have fallen asleep?
He didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. He could just swallow hard and gave her a tight nod. His mind spilling over with images of Emily writhing in pleasure at the touch of the large phallus. It was already starting to get painful.
One by one the other members of the team started drifting off to sleep. Morgan had his headphones on and was by the look of the smile on his lips having a nice dream. Reid was mumbling something in his sleep. JJ had fallen a little forwards and landed in the book she was reading and Rossi was snoring loudly. The only two still wide awake were Emily and Hotch.
Leaning across the table she whispered, so not to wake JJ and Rossi. "I'm going to the bathroom. Grab the vanity case and meet me there in a few minutes."
Clutching the small blue bag in one hand Hotch sat perfectly still his eyes glued to his wristwatch and counted the seconds. Two minutes after Emily had left he was certain that nobody was going to wake up and he quietly made his way over to the tiny bathroom.
Tapping lightly on the door he could hear her moving around and without any delay he was roughly pulled into the little box.
"This is a tight squeeze." Hotch noted as Emily closed the door behind him and he found himself almost pressed up against her.
"This will be too." Emily giggled naughtily as she slid the dildo from the bag.
Hotch exhaled roughly his eyes fixed on the thing in her hands. He was so turned on he could taste it. He could taste her. Grabbing a hold of Emily's face he pressed his lips hungrily on hers pouring all the lust and want he felt for her into the kiss.
Feeling her small hand rub him through his pants he pulled from her and breathed into her ear. "If you do that then this will not go on for very long. Besides I thought that you were providing the show."
"I am..." She purred. "But I'm going to need some help from my lovely assistant." She smiled running her hands across his chest. "If you sit down on the toilet seat, I'll lean against the sink and you can help me get these pants off."
Not having to be told twice Hotch eagerly undid her fly and hooked his fingers in the waistband pulling both her black slacks and her pink panties down in one go. Hearing her quiet laugh he looked up and saw that she had pulled her top off and unhooked the front clasp of her bra.
"We are nothing if not efficient, Agent Hotchner." She smiled and laughed again as his eyes went straight to the large jelly penis she was holding onto and covering in lube.
Leaning back a little more she parted her legs and let a finger glide lazily along her glistening folds. When her finger got to her clit she gave the bud a little pat and then let her finger travel deeper and dipped it into her heat.
Taking the toy she at first just teased her entrance with its tip. Sliding it in a little further she could hear Hotch's heavy breathing and see his dark eyes hungrily watching her core.
"I think I'm going to need a little help here." She told him dragging a hand through his thick black hair.
Looking at her he didn't understand what she meant at first. But as she took one of his hands and led it to the base of the dildo he more than got what she intended him to do.
Soft whimpers escaped Emily as he slowly pushed it further inside her and she had to bend over and steady herself against the wall when he slid it out only to forcefully push it back again. Finding her breasts close to his lips he easily pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it as he continued to fuck her with the bright pink toy.
At the feel of his mouth and the toy moving inside her she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out. Between moans she only managed to gasp. "I... need... you... inside... me!" She gave a little squeal as he thrust the dildo into her one last time.
Hearing her panting plea Hotch let the dildo fall to the floor and quickly zipped down his fly. Reaching a hand inside he pulled out his hard eagerly waiting cock. Standing up he expertly pushed into her wet heat slamming her against the sink.
Moving in and out of her wetness he felt the fire building rapidly inside him and he trailed a hand in between her things and let his index finger twirl circles on her clit.
Bucking into Hotch's hot touch the climax quickly and suddenly overtook Emily making her toes curl. Grabbing a handful of his hair and biting down on his neck she trembled as she felt his release inside her. Pressing her lips in soft kisses along his neck she held him close as they slowly rocked through their peaks together.
"I'm never letting you go." Hotch whispered into her ear.
"Good, cause I'd kick your ass if you did." She chuckled back giving him another kiss. As something sounding a lot like steps was heard outside the door she stiffened and hissed. "Did you lock the door!"
"I thought you did that!" Hotch hissed back before the door was pulled back. "Reid!" He exclaimed trying to shield Emily from his view.
Emitting a high pitched squeak the once again completely horrified young genius threw his hands over his eyes and turned quickly stumbling back into the cabin away from the sight of his naked boss and colleague cramped together in the tiny bathroom.
Original Posting Here
Author: SussiRay
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Hotch/Prentiss
Summary: Hotch and Emily have an awkward moment in the elevator one morning. Then later at night they get stuck together in that elevator... What will happen!
"Hold the elevator, please!"
Emily quickly grabbed the door holding it back to let the person calling enter. Through the door came a tall dark suit clad man.
"Hotch!" She said with badly hidden surprise. It was almost eight, wasn't he usually in the office before seven in the morning.
"Prentiss." Hotch answered giving her a tight nod. "Why the surprised face?"
"Uhm..." Emily fumbled with the words feeling slightly ashamed. Why shouldn't Hotch be allowed to come to work at a normal time every now and then? "Just a bit surprised to see that you're not already at the office, sir." She gave him a weak smile.
Hotch just gave her a frown. "I had some trouble sleeping last night. That's all."
"Oh, bad dreams?" Emily asked before she could stop herself. He'd never admit to having nightmares. And he wouldn't appreciate her being nosy. She just kept on sticking her foot in her mouth today.
"Let's just say that I had a vivid dream." Hotch finally said before turning and continuing his exploration of the silver doors in front of him.
The door slid open and Hotch hurriedly made his way out of the elevator and away from Emily. Leaving her standing in the elevator feeling like a complete ass.
Emily's day floated on without any major events. She didn't see Hotch again except for during an unusually short briefing and one time by the coffee maker. Both times he'd been short with her and she'd felt like he'd even been trying to avoid her. All day she'd been kicking herself that she'd opened her big mouth. Of course you shouldn't ask Hotch about bad dreams. No one was more private. And now she'd made him uncomfortable. And their relationship had just started to get better...
Looking up at Hotch's office where the lights where still burning bright she picked up her go bag and headed for the elevators.
"Hold the elevator, please!"
Oh, crap. Not again. Emily grabbed the door and steeled herself for what was about to walk trough the door.
"Hotch!" She said with badly hidden embarrassment. It was just her luck to have to be alone in a small compartment with Hotch when he was obviously irritated with her.
Hotch didn't say anything. He just muttered something giving her a glance and turned his attention back to the case file in his hand.
Emily could take a hint. She kept quiet and stared at the green numbers on the display role by. 5. 4. 3. 2.
Crunk! The elevator jolted to a halt sending Emily crashing into Hotch who was quick enough to catch her before they both went tumbling to the ground. She spluttered several humiliated apologies as he calmly helped her back on her feet.
"Sorry, Hotch. Sorry. Did I hurt you?" She looked him over searching for any nicks or bruises that was her doing.
"I'm fine, Prentiss." Hotch assured her. "But I don't think I can say the same for this elevator though. Seems like we're stuck." He looked at her and obviously misinterpreted the awkwardness she was feeling with anxiety. "Don't worry. It happens some times, we'll be moving again in no time." With that Hotch fell silent again and turned his attention back to the file in his hand.
Emily was so uncomfortable that she was in pain. She was standing in a tight little metal box that was stuck between two floors with a man that obviously not wanted to be around her. She just couldn't take it anymore. She was well aware that she was just about to land her foot in her mouth again. But she had to say something.
"Hotch..." She began getting Hotch to look at her. "I'm so sorry that I pried into your personal life earlier today."
Hotch just looked at her with confused eyes.
"Ehm... When I asked about your dreams. I really wasn't snooping or anything. I'd never expect you to share anything you don't want to." She gave him a small smile.
"Emily, I'm not mad at you." Hotch said his face for the first time showing small signs of relaxation. "I didn't think that you were prying." He let out a small sigh. "It was just an embarrassing dream."
"Hotch... you really don't have to." Emily began but Hotch cut her off.
"It wasn't a nightmare." He turned away from her staring at the wall. "It was a... Erhm... A sex dream."
"Oh!" Emily let out feeling even more embarrassed than before. "Well, that's okay Hotch. It's normal." She said wanting him to feel comfortable even though she wasn't.
"Eh, Emily..." Hotch continued looking away. "The dream was about you."
"Oh!" Was all Emily could say. She did not see that coming. The dream was about her? Did that mean...? Did that mean that he wanted to have sex with her? Regaining her wit she realized that there was only one thing that she could do. Only one thing that she wanted to do. Something that she'd wanted to do for a long time.
Leaning closer she took Hotch's face between her hands and turned it so they were facing each other. Then she pulled him closer and pressed her lips against his. At first he didn't respond and for a second she feared that she'd crossed the line. But then his body relaxed and his arms snaked around her back pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
When oxygen became an issue they broke apart. Emily let her eyes trail along Hotch's handsome features stopping at his eyes. She felt herself tingle when she saw nothing but pure lust in them.
Putting her lips close to his ear she huskily whispered. "You may do what you want with me." Pressed firm against him she could feel his cock jump to attention at her words.
He didn't say anything else. She assumed that he was beyond the limit where words were able to form in his brain. She let out a soft giggle when his fingers brushed her belly as he worked on the buttons on her pants.
It only took him a few seconds to have her pants and lace panties around her knees and she was really impressed at his deft hands. He let a finger glide between her thighs and he growled when he felt how wet she was for him. A breathy moan left her when his fingers moved to undo the tiny buttons on her shirt.
Again she was thoroughly impressed by his speed and the nimbleness of his strong fingers. She felt herself get wetter when her mind flashed to what those fingers could do to her. As if reading her mind Hotch let one hand trail down over her bare stomach and find its way to her clit.
His other hand made quick work of her bra unhooking the front clasp and rubbing his palm over her hard nipple making her gasp at the fiery contact. Hotch just chuckled at her reaction and bent closer pulling the other nipple into his mouth.
Emily thought that she was going to burst at the sensation of Hotch's hands and mouth on her skin. She grabbed on to his head pressing him against her breasts never wanting him to leave again. He responded by flicking his tongue against the hard bud and nibbling it softly. A move that had Emily pantingly groaning his name.
When she thought that she couldn't get any hotter Hotch slid his finger from her clit deeper in between her moist thighs. Without warning he plunged two fingers deep inside her making her wriggle in pleasure.
As he pumped the fingers in and out of her and longingly suckled on her nipples she felt the climax rising within her.
"Hotch... so close." Was the only words that she could managed but they were the only ones he needed. Moving his fingers with increasing speed he pressed the heel of his hand down onto her bundle of nerves and she felt herself falling hard. With one last push of his strong hand she came all over him with a loud moan.
Taking a small step back Hotch licked his fingers before leaning closer again and placing a sweet kiss on Emily's lips. She didn't have the strength to speak so she just gave him a bright smile.
Then just as she pulled her pants back up the elevator started moving again. Finally finding her voice she leaned close against Hotch and gave him a discreet wink.
"Now tell me exactly what you dreamed about and we'll go back to your place and recreate it!"
...
Hotch had to shake his head to make sure he'd heard her right. She wanted to recreate his dream. And she didn't even know what it was. Wow, that's bold. That's definitely one of the reasons he finds her so damned mind-blowingly sexy. Although he's not all that shy and innocent himself. He had just fingered her to a screaming climax inside an elevator. Had he not?
He was pulled from his inner thoughts by two things. One. The thoughts of his fingers inside Emily was making him painfully hard. Two. Emily was tugging at his suit jacket pulling him towards his car.
"Come on!" She said with an impatient whimper he had to chuckle a little at. "Take me home and get me out of these panties." She smiled raising an alluring eyebrow at him and adding. "They're soaking."
"Actually..." Hotch said tugging her back and holding her firm against his front. "You said you wanted to recreate my dream and... Well, I didn't dream about having sex at home."
"Oh..." Emily purred into his chest squirming a little against him smiling at what she felt pressing against her thigh. "Tell me then. Where do you plan on ravishing me?"
"If we're going by my dream, and I sure hope we are..." Hotch gave her a dimple. "Then we're not leaving this parking garage." He told her smiling at the lust shining in her eyes.
"Oh, I like the way your mind works, agent." Emily purred back and started dragging him by his lapel over to his dark sedan. The car was tucked away in one of the corners but still in plain sight if someone happened to walk by. But they were probably two of the last people left in the entire building so the chance of that happening was pretty remote.
Emily smiled and let her hand trail down to the front of his pants rubbing him a little. Leaning close she gave him a light squeeze feeling him grow in her hand and huskily whispered "Now why don't you tell me about this dream of yours."
"Why don't I just show you?" Hotch asked grabbing a hold of her waist and pressing her against his obvious bulge.
"You've had your fun. Now I want mine." Emily smiled at him. "And I want to hear what kind of dreams the mind of the great Aaron Hotchner can produce."
"Alright" Hotch relented. He was pretty sure that her kind of fun would be fun for him too. "Well, I'm on my way to my car in this deserted parking garage when you show up behind me." He started but fell silent as his eyes fixed on Emily's hands unbuttoning her shirt and tweaking her nipples through the fabric of her bra.
"Go on." She smiled at him while unhooking the clasp of her bra giving him a peak at her full breasts.
Hotch let out a moan but continued retelling the dream. Albeit in a slightly more strangled voice. "You walk over to me and... Ah..." A small gasp escaped him as Emily's hands found their way inside his boxers and pulled him out. "You grab me and you kiss me and..." His voice left him again as Emily sank down onto her knees in front of him.
"Continue..." She looked up at him with a naughty grin. "Don't let me distract you. I really want to know what happens next." She smiled as she slowly ran her hand up and down his rapidly hardening erection.
"You're not making this very easy for me." Hotch hissed as Emily let her tongue follow her hands.
"Oh, do you want me to stop?" She asked with mock-concern coloring her voice loosening her grip on him.
"God, no!" Hotch hurriedly exclaimed. "I'll manage." He shot her a dimple and a quiet growl as she continued letting her lips explore him. "Uh...You kiss me and I let my hand trail up your skirt and I... Ah... find that you aren't wearing any panties." Another moan left him as Emily swallowed him whole. "I bend you over the hood of my car and I... Oh!" As Emily used him as her very own tasty popsicle Hotch's ability to form words disappeared.
Any thoughts of retelling the dream had completely left his brain. He couldn't think about anything other than what was happening right at that moment. He looked down at the beautiful dark head bobbing back and forth. Then without any conscious permission of his brain he started rocking against her loving the feeling of her lush lips all around his aching length.
Hotch could faintly sense himself closing in on becoming completely incoherent and forced himself to snap to. Her lips were so good but he wanted her like he had had her in his dream. Feeling himself burn he wrapped a hand in her long hair pulling her up to his lips. As he pressed a heated kiss to her lips he let his hands wander down and grabbed her ass. A wide smile spread across his lips through the kiss when he realized that he's touching bare skin. She must have shimmied out of her pants and panties when he wasn't paying attention.
He let go of her mouth. "You're not wearing any panties." He stated as he gave her ass another squeeze.
"I was paying attention to what you were telling me." She chuckled placing another quick kiss on his lips. "Now, you were saying something about bending me over the hood of your car..." With that she let go of him and turned around. "I'm guessing you had something like this in mind?" As she bent over the car she wriggled her ass pressing it against his cock.
Hotch wanted to explode. That was a hundred times better than anything his mind could ever think of. Heat running through him he grabbed her hips and positioned himself. Then he lightly brushed his tip against her core earning himself a lusty moan. He pushed in a little bit more getting a slightly louder more breathy moan in return.
He leaned closer reaching one hand up to knead her right breast. "Is this all for me?" He hungrily growled. "Are you this wet for me?"
"I'm always wet for you, Agent Hotchner." Emily growled back. Then she placed her hands on the hood and pushed herself back completely sheeting him.
The urgency of her movement took Hotch a little by surprise but he quickly regained his wits and a wicked smile flickered across his lips as he listened to her panting and whimpering.
The sensation of her tight and hot around him made him dizzy. He knew that he couldn't hold on much longer and let his hand work its way around her hip and brushed a finger against her clit. He could feel her climax building as she pushed herself more forcefully against him.
As he slammed against her ass he felt his own crescendo coming nearer and nearer. The hand working on Emily's clit became more determined as he insisted on making her come before he had his own release.
Emily started panting his name over and over pressing herself against him. "Oh, Hotch... Hotch! Aaron!"
Her walls clenched around him and with a loud moan he let himself go along with her coming with a shudder inside her. "Oh God. Oh God." He growled as he continued rocking against her and rubbing her nipples.
Then just as he slid out of her he could swear he heard something and looked up. Not too far away with a look of utter horror in his eyes was Reid. "Reid!" Hotch exclaimed.
"What did you say!" Emily whipped her head around and spotted the petrified doctor.
"Ehm... Um..." Reid spluttered before snapping to and quickly adverting his eyes. "Oh, Sorry.. Sorry guys." He mumbled filled with embarrassment before turning on the spot and hurrying away.
"Oh, poor Reid." Emily said looking at the back of the awkwardly running young man. "Do you think we scarred him for life."
"We probably did." Hotch answered. "I'll probably have to have a talk with him. I'll do it tomorrow though." He glanced down at his pants and boxers still round his knees. "I think my current look would just frighten him more."
...
"Where do you want to go?" Hotch asked when they were both fully clothed again and sitting in his car.
"Could we go to my place?" Emily asked receiving a nod and a "sure" in return. "You see, you're not the only one who's been having vivid dreams." She gave him a sly smile.
"Really?" Hotch asked his eyes lightening up and momentarily leaving the road. "Feel like sharing just what those dreams have been about?"
"Uhm... Well..." Emily started all of a sudden feeling a tiny bit shy. Which was strange since she'd just had sex with him on the hood of his car. "It's something I've been wanting to try for a while now but not something I'd do with just any guy." She explained then quickly added. "Not that there are many guys." She raised an eyebrow. "It's a little... kinky."
Hotch swerved a bit but quickly regained the control of the car and himself. "Oh, I'd definitely love to hear what you have in mind." He placed a large hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. "But let's wait til we get back to yours or there's a distinct risk that I'll hit a lamp post."
When they got back to Emily's condo she waisted no time directly taking Hotch by the hand and leading him up the stairs to her bedroom. She gave him a light push and eased him onto her bed.
"Wait there. I'll be right back." She smiled.
She opened a door and went into something Hotch could only assume was a large walk-in closet. A couple of minutes later she came back out. She'd changed out of her works clothes in favor of a tank and cotton shorts. He couldn't hold his curiosity anymore. He had to know what kind of kink she had in mind.
"So..." He said looking up at her from his place on her bed. "What is your fantasy?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"It's..." She started. "It's completely okay if you don't want to do it."
"Em, just tell me."
She walked over to him sitting down next to him and placed a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs and deep red sash on his lap. As she leaned in closer she placed one hand on his crotch and sighed into his ear. "I've always dreamed of being cuffed to the bed and blindfolded." She let her tongue trail from Hotch's ear down his jaw. "You have no idea how wet just the thought of being tied to the bed makes me." She purred and grabbed his hand sliding it beneath the waistband of her tiny pink shorts. "Feel."
Hotch let his hand play with her silky folds under the flimsy fabric. He felt his dick straining against the dress pants he was still wearing and sent a tiny prayer that his 42 year old manhood would last another round.
"I'll do whatever you want me to, Em." Hotch promised his voice low and heated.
"Alright, then take off your clothes." Emily smiled at him tugging a little at the tie he was still wearing.
Hotch did like she said unbuttoning his shirt and sliding out of both his pants and boxers at the same time discarding them to the floor. There was really no time to be tidy. He walked over to the bed where Emily sat and stood before her waiting on her next instruction.
Emily let her eyes trail over Hotch body. During their two earlier trysts he'd been almost fully clothed. And that had been a big turn on. But naked Hotch was just so much better. Her eyes left a burning trail from his cheekbones down his defined chest over his flat stomach stopping a few inches below. She bit her lip. God, his cock was perfect. Now she also knew from first hand experience that it was just the right size.
"Em!" Hotch smiled at her. He'd noticed where her eyes had stopped and he couldn't help but feel pride swelling inside him.
Emily came back and beckoned Hotch closer. As he slid onto the bed she pulled her tank over her head giving him the full frontal view of her chest. She saw how his eyes dilated and how his cock twitched. Grabbing the fuzzy handcuffs she handed them to Hotch and eased her way higher onto the bed and wrapped her hands round one of the poles in the headboard. Then she gave Hotch a sultry grin. "I'm ready."
Giving her a smile back Hotch placed a soft kiss on her left knee, then one on her right. Another kiss on her stomach and then letting his lips trail up finally encasing a peaked nipple. He gave it a small tug with his teeth and Emily let out a whimper. Finally he took hold of her hands and closed the cuffs around them.
He pressed a passionate kiss to her lips before carefully tying the sash around her head covering her eyes. "How does it feel?" He asked running a hand down the valley between her breasts making her shudder.
"Like I'm on fire." She answered arching her back trying to get closer to his hands. "Mmm..." She let out a soft moan. "Touch me, Hotch. I want your hands and your tongue on me."
Hotch felt the heat bubbling inside him at her words and grabbed himself to get at least some relief. He leaned in over her and he let his tongue trail down her stomach as his hand kneaded her breast playing with the hard nub. A smile spread across his lips when he got to the waistband of her shorts. She gasped as he hooked his fingers on either side and pulled them down and off her body.
She couldn't see what Hotch was doing but she could feel it and she loved every second of it. His lips left her body and she let out a small whimper and wiggled a little trying to find him. Then she felt two strong hands on her thighs pushing them apart and the bed dipping a bit as he shifted closer.
Emily felt as if an electrical current had hit her when his tongue touched her pussy. At first he just let it trail lazily along her folds. Touching and teasing. She squirmed and wriggled trying to push her pelvis closer to his mouth but she was firmly stuck. All she could do was moan as he increased the pressure slightly. "Oh, Aaron. Right there..."
Hearing Emily's heavy panting and feeling her thighs trembling on either side of his head Hotch let his tongue play. Skillfully darting it deeper inside her he smiled as a loud moan left her lips. Raising his head a little to look up at her he saw the flush creep over her chest as her hands were pulling at her hard nipples. She was biting her swollen lips whimpering in pleasure.
Slowly but firmly stroking his hard on he returned his full attention to her center. He licked her soaking folds stopping at her clit where he did little circles and figure eights. The special attention was earning him loud moans and his name uttered in panting breaths. "Ah Aaron...Aaron! Fuck me!"
He knew that she was close. Wanting to give her the most explosive orgasm she'd ever experienced he pushed a finger inside her while sucking on her clit. He felt her whole body hum and shake and she came all over his mouth and chin screaming his name as he lapped at her juices. "Oooh! Aaron!"
Emily's body was still trembling from the force of her climax when she felt Hotch grab her right knee and hitch her leg over his shoulder. Then he plunged into her warm sensitive wetness. As he placed a thumb on her little bundle of nerves she could sense the fourth peak of the night building in the pit of her stomach.
As Hotch pressed down on her clit and felt her walls clench he let himself go shooting all he had inside her. Slowly rocking through the after waves he carefully lowered her leg back down and crawled up next to her. Then he undid the sash and found two dark eyes staring back at him. He uncuffed her wrists and immediately he had two small hands round his neck pulling him into a crushing kiss.
When their lungs begged for air she let him go and licked her lips tasting herself on them. "Oh. My. God. No one has ever fucked me like that." She sighed as he sank down next to her pulling her close.
"I'll do that to you every night, if you let me." Hotch chuckled giving her a squeeze.
"Oh, I'm holding you to that, Agent Hotchner." Emily answered and placed a light kiss on his lips.
...Reid, come on in." Hotch told the frightened genius fidgeting in the doorway and waved a hand at the chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat." He was feeling immensely uncomfortable but knew that the young man in front of him was probably even more so and tried to swallow the feeling.
Reid sat down in the chair his eyes intently trained on his bony hands. He just couldn't look Hotch in the eye. How do you look someone, your boss, in the eye without cringing horribly after having witness something like that. After having seen him having sex with one of your friends.
"Reid, I know this is very unpleasant for both of us so I'll just get straight to the point." Hotch began but didn't get the chance to continue as his cell started beeping. As it very well could be something urgent he excused himself to Reid and flipped the phone open.
I saw the genius enter your office. As soon as your done telling him about the birds and the bees I want your hot wet mouth biting my hard nipples... xx Em
Breathing in too quickly Hotch chocked on the air and let out a violent cough.
"Are you okay, Hotch?" Reid asked.
"I'm fine." Hotch answered swallowing hard. "Okay, as I was saying I know you... Ehem... witnessed something we both wish you hadn't."
"Really, Hotch... I... I didn't..." Reid stuttered. "I didn't really see anything." He sank further back in the chair.
Then before he could say anything else Hotch's cell started vibrating again. "Sorry, Reid." Hotch said and picked up the cell checking the display.
I want to suck you dry, baby... Just thinking about it is ruining my panties...maybe I should take them off... xx Em
Reading Emily's words made Hotch shudder. He just wanted to have his talk with Reid done and then get him as far away from his office as possible.
"I'm really sorry you had to see that, Reid. It was very unprofessional of myself and Prentiss and..." Hotch was cut off again by the beeping of his cell phone. "I am so sorry, Reid but you know I can't turn it off. It might be important. Although he was pretty sure who the text would be from.
Are you getting hard, Agent Hotchner? Do you know where I want that big hard cock of yours? Between my things... xx Em
Oh, God. Was she trying to kill him?
Turning his attention back to Reid he gave him an slight apologetic smile.
"Are you sure you're okay, Hotch?" Reid asked. "You look kind of flushed."
"I'm perfectly fine, Reid. Thanks though. It's just a bit hot in here. Maybe I should turn up the AC."
Reid nodded looking confused. He didn't think it was above 65 degrees in the room. He actually thought that it was a bit chilly.
"So, as I was saying." Hotch began his rehearsed speech again. "It was very unprofessional of Prentiss and I to... Uhm... Do that in a public place." He looked over at Reid who opened his mouth to respond but was cut off again by Hotch's cell making noise.
"It's okay Hotch." Reid said pointing at the cell.
I'm going to fuck you so hard... You're not going to be able to walk for a week... xx Em
Hotch could feel his dress slacks becoming increasingly constricting. And his brain was receiving less and less blood. He could feel it all pumping below his waist. Forcing himself to focus on Reid sitting in the chair in front of him fidgeting like crazy. He was going to tell him that he could leave but didn't get the chance.
Tell me where you want to shoot your load. On my tits? Or maybe on my ass? You can do me anyway you like... xx Em
He couldn't take it anymore! He had to get rid of Reid. So that he could drag Emily back to his office and fuck her in every way he could think of.
"We're okay, Reid?" He asked. "You don't think any less of us because of this?"
"Not at all, Hotch." Reid answered shaking his head. "It's actually quite common for new couples to want to experiment sexually. It's not until later in the relationship that intercourse can become routine. I believe it is called the 'honey moon period'." He started spluttering. He always did that when he was nervous.
"Yes, well. I am glad that we are okay, Reid." Hotch told him. "You can go home now and I'll see you tomorrow." He gave Reid a tight smile but didn't get up. He really didn't feel like giving Reid another show.
"Okay." Reid said looking extremely relieved. "I'll see you tomorrow." He stood and grabbed his messenger bag and made his way through the door closing it behind him.
Releasing a deep breath Hotch leaned back into his chair. Feeling his trapped member pressing uncomfortably against his pants he pulled down the fly and reached a hand inside to grab the aching length.
Slowly rubbing his hand along the shaft he let out a strangled grunt. Reid had left. He was all by himself. Where was Emily. She couldn't just get him all worked up and then not follow through.
As if she'd been reading his mind the door opened and Emily sauntered in wearing a naughty smile. When she saw that Hotch already had started she gave him a small pout. An action that made him grow in his hand.
"Aw, you started without me." She playfully whined her eyes fixed on Hotch's slowly moving hand. "Well, I'll just have to catch up then." She smirked and pulled her red top over her head revealing a lacy red bra. Taking a step closer she wedged herself between Hotch and his desk. Before she hopped up on the blotter she shimmied out of her slacks showing Hotch her matching red thong.
All he could manage was a dark moan as he let his eyes wander over her almost naked body. Releasing his dick he went to grab her waist but she stopped him.
"Hang on." She smiled. "I didn't say stop. I want to watch you get yourself off." She ran a finger over his chest and felt his muscles flutter at her touch.
Grabbing himself again Hotch's movements became faster as he looked with pure lust into Emily's eyes. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched her tweak her nipples through the lace of the bra.
Slowing his pace and then quickening it again he bent forward sucking one of Emily's hard nipples into his mouth. Biting the hard nub he glanced down and saw movement between her thighs. Letting her nipple go he looked down he saw the Emily had pulled the thin scrap of lace to the side and pushed a finger into her pussy.
Pumping it in and out her breathing became harder and she whimpered as she let her other hand glide along her moist folds finding its way to her clit.
Watching the mesmerising show in front of him Hotch started rubbing his cock harder and harder until he felt the tell tale signs of an inevitable eruption.
"Em..." He dragged her focus onto him. "I'm coming."
Stopping her own playing Emily let her hands trail along his things and stopped at his balls giving them a gentle squeeze.
At the touch of Emily's soft hands Hotch felt the orgasm bubble and without time to warn he shot his load all over her thighs and stomach.
Grinning at him Emily grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. "I'm so close, Hotch. Make me come." She purred as he rubbed his thumbs over her peaked nipples giving them a little tug.
Pushing two fingers inside her core and pushing down on the swollen little bundle Emily breathed hard as she again felt Hotch's teeth playing with her breasts. Pushing down harder the climax crashed through her and she bit down on Hotch's shoulder to muffle the scream both of them knew she had in her.
Slowly getting off his desk and slipping onto his lap she gave Hotch a lazy kiss. She didn't have it in her at the moment to give anything more energetic.
She leaned against his strong frame and patted his cheek tenderly. When her voice returned she whispered huskily. "Alright, this settles it. From now on every Tuesday is 'Dirty texting day'."
...
After they, by a pure coincidence, had been stuck together in a non-moving elevator and discovered their more than professional feelings towards one another through a confession of a vivid dream and a couple of nimble fingers Hotch and Emily had been having crazy hot secret sex whenever they got the chance.
And to Emily's great satisfaction it hadn't been ordinary or mundane sex. She'd been pleasantly surprised by Hotch's dirty mind and willingness to get it on whenever and where ever. Who knew that behind that facade made out of professional suits and disapproving looks lured a very kinky man.
She figured it was his need to overachieve in all things he took on that made him such an excellent lover. That made him very determined in his exploration of every inch of her body. And she'd done her fair share of exploring as well. She was after all also a true overachiever.
The last few weeks had been heaven on a pair of roller skates. After their first encounters in the aforementioned elevator, the parking garage, her bedroom and Hotch's office they'd constantly been trying to outdo themselves. No pun intended.
Hotch had fucked her against a wall in the back of a dark club. He'd had her pressed against the window in her living room stroking her clit until she begged for mercy. She had even sucked him off whilst in a moving SUV once. It was safe to say that they'd done some experimenting.
But there was one thing that they hadn't done yet that she was itching to try. And that was for them both to join the mile high club. And if the plan she'd been brewing up worked then they'd both be proud members when the jet they were currently sitting in touched ground once more.
Unfortunately, even though Hotch had turned out to have a dark horny side, he was, after they'd been caught by Reid when they were going at it in the parking garage, still a little reluctant to do anything when the team was anywhere near them. So she'd had to think of a way to tempt him enough to make him drop those concerns.
She felt pretty good about her plan and as she leaned back into her seat a smile spread across her lips when she thought about how well-fucked she was going to be when they were back on the ground.
Kicking off her shoe she let her foot trail up under the pant leg of Hotch's dark blue dress slacks. Seeing him squirm a little she leaned forward giving him a bright smile.
"Hotch?" She said her voice not conveying her foot's journey towards the unit chief's groin.
"Yes, Prentiss?" Hotch answered his voice the slightest bit shaky. Only she heard the wobble and she smiled another smile.
"Uhm, could you grab me a wet wipe out of my go bag please?" She asked. "It's in the compartment above you."
"Sure." Hotch answered a bit confused but got up and pulled down Emily's black duffel bag.
"They're in the blue vanity case." She smilingly explained.
Opening the blue silky little bag in search of the wet wipes Hotch's eye bugged and his breath hitched as he saw just what was in that bag other than wet wipes and toiletries. As he rummaged through it he found a tube of chocolate flavored body paint, a small vibrator and the largest pink dildo he'd ever seen. Not that he had seen many dildos in his days but he guessed that this took the prize.
He felt himself growing rock hard inside his boxers and he could feel a few pearls of sweat dripping down his forehead at the thought of filling her up with that large toy. Looking up he saw Emily wearing a devilish grin and sliding a folded up piece of paper over the table to him.
Placing the vanity case back in her go bag he grabbed the note and opened it. As he read the words scribbled on it he was sure he was going to pop out of his pants.
You want a private show after the others have fallen asleep?
He didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. He could just swallow hard and gave her a tight nod. His mind spilling over with images of Emily writhing in pleasure at the touch of the large phallus. It was already starting to get painful.
One by one the other members of the team started drifting off to sleep. Morgan had his headphones on and was by the look of the smile on his lips having a nice dream. Reid was mumbling something in his sleep. JJ had fallen a little forwards and landed in the book she was reading and Rossi was snoring loudly. The only two still wide awake were Emily and Hotch.
Leaning across the table she whispered, so not to wake JJ and Rossi. "I'm going to the bathroom. Grab the vanity case and meet me there in a few minutes."
Clutching the small blue bag in one hand Hotch sat perfectly still his eyes glued to his wristwatch and counted the seconds. Two minutes after Emily had left he was certain that nobody was going to wake up and he quietly made his way over to the tiny bathroom.
Tapping lightly on the door he could hear her moving around and without any delay he was roughly pulled into the little box.
"This is a tight squeeze." Hotch noted as Emily closed the door behind him and he found himself almost pressed up against her.
"This will be too." Emily giggled naughtily as she slid the dildo from the bag.
Hotch exhaled roughly his eyes fixed on the thing in her hands. He was so turned on he could taste it. He could taste her. Grabbing a hold of Emily's face he pressed his lips hungrily on hers pouring all the lust and want he felt for her into the kiss.
Feeling her small hand rub him through his pants he pulled from her and breathed into her ear. "If you do that then this will not go on for very long. Besides I thought that you were providing the show."
"I am..." She purred. "But I'm going to need some help from my lovely assistant." She smiled running her hands across his chest. "If you sit down on the toilet seat, I'll lean against the sink and you can help me get these pants off."
Not having to be told twice Hotch eagerly undid her fly and hooked his fingers in the waistband pulling both her black slacks and her pink panties down in one go. Hearing her quiet laugh he looked up and saw that she had pulled her top off and unhooked the front clasp of her bra.
"We are nothing if not efficient, Agent Hotchner." She smiled and laughed again as his eyes went straight to the large jelly penis she was holding onto and covering in lube.
Leaning back a little more she parted her legs and let a finger glide lazily along her glistening folds. When her finger got to her clit she gave the bud a little pat and then let her finger travel deeper and dipped it into her heat.
Taking the toy she at first just teased her entrance with its tip. Sliding it in a little further she could hear Hotch's heavy breathing and see his dark eyes hungrily watching her core.
"I think I'm going to need a little help here." She told him dragging a hand through his thick black hair.
Looking at her he didn't understand what she meant at first. But as she took one of his hands and led it to the base of the dildo he more than got what she intended him to do.
Soft whimpers escaped Emily as he slowly pushed it further inside her and she had to bend over and steady herself against the wall when he slid it out only to forcefully push it back again. Finding her breasts close to his lips he easily pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it as he continued to fuck her with the bright pink toy.
At the feel of his mouth and the toy moving inside her she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out. Between moans she only managed to gasp. "I... need... you... inside... me!" She gave a little squeal as he thrust the dildo into her one last time.
Hearing her panting plea Hotch let the dildo fall to the floor and quickly zipped down his fly. Reaching a hand inside he pulled out his hard eagerly waiting cock. Standing up he expertly pushed into her wet heat slamming her against the sink.
Moving in and out of her wetness he felt the fire building rapidly inside him and he trailed a hand in between her things and let his index finger twirl circles on her clit.
Bucking into Hotch's hot touch the climax quickly and suddenly overtook Emily making her toes curl. Grabbing a handful of his hair and biting down on his neck she trembled as she felt his release inside her. Pressing her lips in soft kisses along his neck she held him close as they slowly rocked through their peaks together.
"I'm never letting you go." Hotch whispered into her ear.
"Good, cause I'd kick your ass if you did." She chuckled back giving him another kiss. As something sounding a lot like steps was heard outside the door she stiffened and hissed. "Did you lock the door!"
"I thought you did that!" Hotch hissed back before the door was pulled back. "Reid!" He exclaimed trying to shield Emily from his view.
Emitting a high pitched squeak the once again completely horrified young genius threw his hands over his eyes and turned quickly stumbling back into the cabin away from the sight of his naked boss and colleague cramped together in the tiny bathroom.
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