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I groaned as I rolled over under the covers. Hotch caught me in his arms as I nuzzled against his chest, but it caught me off guard when my hips moved closer to his and I could feel his morning wood. I bit my lip and giggled, my face still buried in his warm chest and my eyes still screwed shut. He sighed as he held me tighter while still half asleep. His erection kept pressing into my thigh, and the longer it was there, the more I noticed how wet my shorts were getting.
“Don’t make me ruin another pair of pajama shorts this early,” I played, referencing how he hadn’t just turned me onto my back and fucked me yet. He could if he wanted to. We were both tired and still half asleep, but he could fuck me as lazily as he wanted, and I would still cum for him, there was no doubt. Hell, I wanted him to do it at that point. If he wasn’t going to make a move soon, I was just going to start touching myself. “I’m going to have to do laundry before Wednesday if we keep at it like this.”
“Maybe you should just sleep naked.” He yawned.
I smirked, “You’d like that.”
He bucked his hips in a way that made my left leg snake over his body and hug his thighs. His erection was between my legs now, just against where I needed him most. “I’m too tired,” he insisted in regards to fucking me the way we always liked, which was as hard and fast as possible. “I was dreaming about something, though.”
“What was it?” I asked, grinding my clit against the outline of his length to give myself some kind of relief.
“Remember that night with Emily?”
A wide smile crept onto my face as I nodded. Emily had come over to our house for dinner and drinks after she came back from Paris. We had invited her over because we missed her and wanted to catch up with her. Hotch had known the entire time that she was alive, but I didn’t, and the shock was still racing through my veins— which was likely why I was so brave to offer the idea of a threesome with her. Well, shock mixed with alcohol was probably the cause, but still. All it took was an hour of booze and talking on the couch for the question to leave my mouth, and within minutes, Emily was hovering over me, her lips on mine. I vividly remembered how she tasted. She tasted like wine and oranges, which shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was. Her lips were so plump and soft against mine, but her tongue and the dominance she fought for was anything but soft and inviting.
By the time she had my shirt off, Hotch had already told her that I was the biggest submissive he had ever met in his life, and she was desperate to learn more about it for herself. I didn’t stop her as she stuffed Hotch’s tie in my mouth and she began to finger me with an expertise that I didn’t think was possible. Hotch was the only other person I had ever met that knew exactly where to touch me and how in order to bring me to the brink, but then Emily came along and she seemed to know even more. Shit, she even found sensitive spots within my body that I didn’t know about, and they made my knees weak. I couldn’t do anything but moan in the gag and fall apart around her fingers.
Before I could even recover from my orgasm, Emily was already on her knees in front of Hotch and she was wrestling with his buckle. I watched, still gagged and shaking, as she took his length in her mouth and his head fell back as he let out a deep groan. His fingers brushed through her hair before grabbing on tight, and he pushed her mouth all the way down on him forcefully. I swear, I nearly came again while just watching them.
“That’s unfair of you to bring up if you’re not literally going to fuck me right now,” I told Hotch after breaking away from my trance of memories.
He chuckled lightly. “I didn’t want to tell you, but the others found out the other day.”
My eyes shot wide, my body suddenly jolting awake, and I looked up at him. “What?”
“They noticed that something was off with the three of us, and Dave profiled it before we could say anything.”
“How the fuck did I not know about this?”
“You were picking up Jack from school when it happened.”
“You’re joking.”
Hotch lifted a thumb to my mouth and slid it in slowly to keep my quiet. I rolled my tongue around it as I calmed down again. “They all joked that they’d want to see for themselves one day just how much of a whore you are…” I moaned around his thumb, blinded by the passion to even worry about what the truth to what he was saying. “I was dreaming about them taking you. All of them.” I bucked my hips against his again. “Maybe we should take them up on their offer. Would you like that?” I nodded as I continued to suck on his thumb seductively. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a deal.” He pulled his thumb from my mouth. “If you can be a good girl and hold still while you keep my cock warm as I wake up, I’ll invite them over.”
“And if I’m bad, Sir?”
“You won’t cum for a month.”
I gulped. “I’ll be good, Sir.”
He smiled, “That’s my good girl.” He slid his hand between us and his fingers brushed against my clit. I jolted my hips up against his erection again in response. He chuckled wickedly, “So sensitive.” My face fell back against his chest as I felt his touch leave me so that he could push his boxers down ever so slightly. His erection sprang free and I felt his tip brush over the seam of my shorts, just over my clothed slit. “Keep your leg on me,” he demanded, squeezing my thigh that was draped over his side. His finger brushed my clit again by accident while he tried to move my shorts to the side in order to give himself access to what he truly desired. “Baby girl, you’re so wet already.”
“Because of you, Sir,” I said into his chest. I moaned suddenly and quietly as Hotch lined his tip up with my wet entrance.
He shushed me as he slowly slid in every inch he had to offer me. “Be quiet,” he demanded. I bit down on some of his nightshirt to stop myself from making any more noise, but the more he filled me, the more I wanted to scream his name until my throat was sore. “Don’t move,” he reminded me as he bottomed out inside of me. “Good girl.” My walls clenched around him, earning a groan from him in response, but neither of us moved. “ You’re so wet . Fuck.” He kissed my head. “So tight.” He kissed my temple. “All for me.”
“Please, Sir. Just one thrust. Please ,” I whined against his shirt.
It was absolute torture not being able to move. His entire long and hard length was buried to the hilt, yet it wasn’t enough. Anything other than just laying there would have been better. Hell, I would have even accepted going back to just grinding against him through our pants because at least it gave me some kind of relief. The way we were only barely feeling each other with not enough movement or pressure to make us feel anything but need was… unbearable yet entirely euphoric.
“Just focus on not moving.”
“I hate you so much.”
“I told you to be quiet,” he hissed. I nodded against his shirt and released my hold on him.
Just like he said, I tried to focus on not moving my hips, or really thinking about the fact that he was sitting inside me and that we would be like that until he got bored— which, with how aroused we both were by the concept, I doubted that he’d give in any time soon. I was fucked, for a lack of a better term. Even when he twitched with excitement inside of me, I didn’t budge, that was how focused I was. I wanted my reward so bad, I was going to do anything to get it. He was challenging me with a task that he thought would be nearly impossible, but I wasn’t going to give up until I got what I wanted. Ever. There was too much on the line to just roll over on top of him and start fucking him until he came inside me. The thought was so appealing I felt myself clench around him again, but the fact that he wanted to invite them over finally… that was worth more than just getting to ride him and not getting to touch him again for a month.
Hotch pulled my left leg further over his hip so that he could fit more of himself inside me while also testing the waters a bit more. He knew that the more he moved around innocently, the more I’d break, and he was so hoping that I would. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of winning.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked finally. I knew what game he was playing. He knew that if he just kept my mind on the fact that he could fuck me until I was sore at any minute, but he wasn’t going to, would drive me insane. “You want me to cum inside of you…” His thumb caressed my stomach as he twitched inside me again. When he adjusted his hips, his cock hit my walls, sending a shiver of euphoria up my spine. He chuckled, “So desperate for more. Maybe I should keep you like this all the time…”
“No, Sir, please.”
Hotch pinched my face with one hand and made me look at him, “I told you to be fucking quiet.” He released his grip and I bit my lip. “Do you want to know what I saw them doing to you in my dream?”
Really, the game he was playing was only going to make it worse for him , not me. My imagination could only do so much to picture what he saw in his dream, but he was going to relive that and it would break him sooner or later. So, of course, I nodded innocently. I wanted to know every little detail in order to break him down faster. And he really didn’t spare any details, just like I had hoped. He told me that he was pinning my arms down as Emily rode my face and Morgan fucked me needy cunt until my thrashing body was nothing but jello. As he told me that he imagined JJ and Reid were both playing with my nipples, Hotch reached down and pinched the sensitive nubs through my pajama shirt. I hissed at the feeling and tried my absolute best to not buck my hips in response.
“Asshole…”
Hotch immediately stopped speaking and moving. Just as I realized that I had said it aloud, I looked up at him to gauge if I should apologize or just stop talking altogether, but the second my eyes were on his, Hotch grabbed my wrist and he pushed me onto my back roughly. Still buried deep inside of me, Hotch adjusted himself so that he was hovering over me. I gulped when I saw that his eyes were black and dilated with lust and anger— which meant I was absolutely fucked. Whatever he was going to do was not going to be good for me.
“I pinned you just like this,” he said gruffly while collecting my wrists together in one of his hands, then holding them against the pillows above my head. “And Morgan fucked you just like this,” he started thrusting into me at a pace I thought was nearly impossible.
He went fast and hard, a yelp escaping my lips at the sudden movement and pleasure. He drove into me over and over again, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting every single inch back into me. If he wasn’t awake before, he certainly was now. I was already breathless between the moans, the curses, the thrusts, and the kisses. Every part of me that was focused on not losing control of minutes ago had now lost all control.
“Sir—“ I gasped, fighting against his grasp on my wrists.
Hotch muffled my moans and pleas by kissing me roughly. With the next rough thrust, I felt myself start to get close. The way he was holding me down so that I could move, mixed with his kisses to silence me, and the way he practically hate fucked me… My mind was spinning and the knot in my stomach was tightening. My walls clenched around him again, a sign that I was about to tip over the edge, and I moaned into his mouth. Before I knew it, he pulled out of me and sat back on his knees, and the orgasm that had been building in my body disappeared without a trace. I whined, thrashing around the best I could while still pinned.
“Sir, please— Please — Let me cum.”
“Look at you,” he cooed as he brought his free hand to his cock, “whining and begging for release like a needy slut.”
I nodded, “Yes, Sir. Yes. I’m a needy whore. Please—”
His hand turned into a tight fist around his hard length and he started pumping up and down as fast as he could. I whined again, trying to buck my hips up and out in order to find his cock again, but he only moved away to maintain our distance. I panted as I relaxed, hoping that my sudden obedience would coax him into rewarding me by fucking me again.
He tsked his tongue, “What? No more begging?” I shook my head. “So you don’t want me, then?”
“Wait—”
He groaned as his stomach tensed, his abs flexing ever so slightly under his tight nightshirt. “You keep my cock warm all morning like a good girl…” he moaned again, “and then you beg like a slut…” he leaned over me, his fist still fucking his length, “but you stop because you think it will convince me to fuck you again…” He was so close, I could see it. “Baby girl,” his eyes screwed shut, “the only time you’re going to cum today is when they come over and give you permission.” He buried himself all the way inside of me one last time. As I moaned at the feeling of being filled and stretched, his body convulsed as he came inside of me. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath as he thrust into me twice more while riding out his high.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him tight to encourage him to move, but he did no such thing. “Sir…”
“No.” He sounded so demanding and sure, a way to get me to shut up for real this time. As he caught his breath and finished coming down from his high, Hotch pried my legs off of him and pulled out of me. “I’ll call them. Clean yourself up.” He released my hands and crawled off the bed. “Don’t even think about touching yourself, I swear—”
“I won’t,” I insisted, wanting to be good for him. My reward was coming and I wasn’t about to let that all slip out of my fingers at the last second. I pushed myself upright and felt how needy I still was. My shorts were ruined with the mix of my own arousal and Hotch’s cum— and it was even more obvious as I stood up and it all started running down my legs. I felt my knees go weak, “Sir,” I moaned, still needy.
Hotch turned to look at me and a smile crept onto his face when he saw what a mess I was. I rubbed my thighs together for some kind of friction, and he continued to watch me squirm as he called someone. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, that was how quiet he was being, and it didn’t help that I kept whining and moaning from where I was standing. He shot me a look to tell me to get cleaned up. I gulped and hurried to the bathroom.