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“I just have to ask,” I started, Hotch sighing as I spoke up, “are you usually this irritating or is it some sort of special occasion?”
“Now…” Hotch tried but Spencer interrupted him.
“I actually skip sleeping on the plane so I can think of ways to make you mad,” Spencer shot back.
“That’s enough, you two,” Hotch cut us off, the elevator beeping and the doors opening into the circle of desks.
“You two go at it like an old married couple,” Emily commented, joining the others in gathering their things, ready to head home for the night.
I pulled a disgusted face at that, seeing Spencer rolling his eyes in my peripheral vision. As I went to my desk to grab my bag, Derek walked over and dropped a yellow file on my desk. I looked up at him, giving him my best puppy-dog eyes as he chuckled.
“Paperwork at 11 o’clock at night?” I whined, tired from the day’s case, “that file is practically overflowing.”
“Which is exactly why Reid will be staying back to help you go through it,” Hotch said.
“What?!” Reid and I both exclaimed at the same time, “why?”
“You two are the fastest readers we have, it’d take any of us two days to go through those papers. You two working together will have it done in no time. I won’t change my mind, goodnight you two.” With that the team was getting back on the elevator, leaving Spencer and me alone to our work.
“You think the office will still be here in the morning?” Emily asked the team as the elevator descended.
“If we’re lucky,” Derek laughed, shaking his head.
“I’ve never seen two people go at it like they do,” Garcia said, “do you think they really hate each other?”
“If they don’t, they sure are good actors.”
It had only been half an hour and I couldn’t concentrate, the words on the paper blurring together.
“Seriously, Spencer, breathe louder,” I muttered.
He looked down at me from where he was perched on the edge of my desk, a sharp glare piercing me. He got up, circling the desk and placing his hands on either armrest on my chair, and leaning down face-to-face with me.
“How about this,” he said, “you do us both a favor and just let me handle the file by myself.”
I leaned forward, closer to his face, “in your dreams.”
He huffed, his breath hitting my face, “if you’re gonna stay, at least keep your mouth shut.”
I smirked, raising my eyebrows challengingly, “who’s going to make me?”
Before I could react, he was grabbing my hair and smashing his lips onto mine. I gasped into his mouth, his tongue making its way into mine, only stopping when he jerked my hair, forcing my head back and exposing my throat to him. He skipped kissing and went straight for sucking harshly on my neck, surely leaving a mark I’d have to cover somehow in the morning. I let out a moan as he sunk his teeth gently into my pulse point. He pulled back with a shit-eating grin.
“You can’t just–” he interrupted me by grabbing my waist and pulling me up, turning me and bending me over my own desk. “Spencer!”
“Did you think that was all?” He laughed, leaning over me and grinding his clothed cock on my ass, “I’m just getting started with you. I think it’s time you learn your place.”
He reached around, unbuttoning my slacks and hooking his thumbs in them, pulling them and my panties down in one consecutive movement. I blushed as I was exposed to him, but didn’t have much time to dwell on it as I heard him drop to his knees behind me with a ‘thud’ on the carpeted floor.
“I’m going to eat you out,” he told me, pulling on my thighs so I had to spread my legs, “if you so much as think about cumming I’ll put you over my lap and spank you until you can’t sit.”
I felt his tongue run over me, shivering as he wasted no time in wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking. Immediately my legs were twitching, shaking as he ran his tongue up and down, alternating between teasing my entrance and flicking my clit. I felt my build-up coming much sooner than I would’ve admitted, but I didn’t have to.
“Is someone getting close?” He teased, “can feel the way you're shaking, poor baby.”
He took his tongue away from me, making me whine as he stood, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He pulled himself out, lining up at my entrance and leaning over me once again, running long fingers into my hair and getting a good grip.
“You taste so good, darling,” he mewled, “do you feel just as good?”
He answered his own question as he entered me, biting my earlobe as the front of his thighs met the back of mine. He groaned in my ear, circling his hips to go even deeper.
“Shit,” he breathed out, starting to find a rhythm, “you feel so good”
I moaned as he angled his thrusts, hitting my g-spot with every thrust, “Spence, I-I, fuck”
I could practically feel his smirk as he slid an arm under mine and across my chest, pulling me back and up against his chest. I could feel the smooth material of his shirt, turned damp with sweat as he pounded into me. I whimpered as I felt myself getting closer, almost falling as Reid suddenly pulled out and slipped me over, grabbing my hips and sliding right back in.
“Q-quit doing that!” I complained, looking into his pupil-blown eyes, “it’s just rude”
He let out a breath of laughter as he sped up, knocking any other complaints I had right out of me, “want to see your pretty face when I make you cum.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as he found my spot again easily, going harder than I could ever imagine. It should have been embarrassing, the pornographic moans I was letting out, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care when I felt this good.
“You like that, naughty girl?” Reid asked, “like when I fill that pretty pussy up and make you feel good?”
“Yes! P-please, close!”
“You want to cum for me, love? Want to cum on my cock?”
“Reid, please…” I practically begged, “wanna be good and cum for you.”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips and then pulling back just enough to whisper, “say my name as you cum, princess.”
That was all the permission I needed, finally letting go and cumming, letting out a moan of “fuck, Spencer!”
He buried his head in my neck, his curls ticking me as he did so. He groaned as his hips stuttered, spilling inside me before practically collapsing on top of me.
After a moment he pulled out, helping me up and holding me close as my legs regained their strength. We both got dressed in silence, only giving each other little glances and redirecting our eyes soon after.
He grabbed my hand as we made our way to the elevator, pushing the button and getting on once its doors opened.
I looked at him as the doors closed, “So… where do we go from here?”