Strings

No Strings

Three months ago you and Spencer made a deal. Both of you were in desperate need of some sexual release, so it only made sense to help each other out. However, before engaging in your sexual relationship, you made sure to set some ground rules. The most important one being: no strings attached.

For the past three months, everything had been great. You were more relaxed at work, and it was nice being able to find a sexual partner in a friend because it eliminated the awkwardness of finding a one night stand. Spencer was sleeping better, the horrors of his workdays didn't seem as bad knowing he had someone to go to each night to let out all his frustration at the world. It was nice having someone, even if it was strictly physical.

The team had just gotten back from a case, and, like always, you drove Spencer and yourself to his apartment to let off some steam. When you stepped inside, Spencer pushed you up against the door causing it to slam shut. His plump lips attached to yours as his hands ran up your back. You shuddered under his touch and moaned into the kiss, giving him more access which he gladly accepted. He used one hand to grab your cheek and the other to trace the curves of your body. You ran your fingers through his hair as you pressed yourself further into him. He moaned at the added friction to his crotch and began massaging your hip, only intensifying the heat that swelled at your core.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso. You smiled into the kiss as he squeezed your butt, eliciting an endearing smirk from you. Spencer couldn't help but match your smile as he looked into your glowing eyes. He began to trail kisses down your neck, causing you to moan, as he carried you into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and crawled on after you. He hovered over you, never letting his mouth leave your neck. Your moans grew louder as he began to suck, being sure to cover you with his marks. You ran your nails over his clothed back and began to squirm underneath him, desperate for some relief. He looked down at you and chuckled at how desperate you were. When he looked into your eyes, he couldn't help but smile at how beautiful you looked underneath him.

"Spencer, please", you whined, looking up at him with innocent eyes that you knew would always make him cave. You saw the desire and lust that fueled his eyes, and you could feel the wetness that pooled in your panties. He leaned back down and trailed slow, wet kisses along your jaw as his hands slipped under the fabric of your shirt, pulling it off of you. Spencer wasted no time in exploring your newly exposed skin and trailed his kisses down your chest, making sure to reinforce the faded marks that littered your skin from the last time you were together. Your moans grew louder as his mouth traveled lower. When he reached the waistband of your pants, he hastily slid them off of you, taking your panties with them. You shuddered at the sudden cold air hitting your burning skin, and shoved your hands around Spencer's head, desperate for the warmth of his mouth to consume your throbbing pussy.

Spencer kissed your clit, causing your legs to tighten around his head, only for him to push your knees apart. He grunted and looked up at you, a fierce possessiveness radiating through his glare. Spencer loved seeing you like this, so vulnerable and desperate for him, and he wanted to make sure he could see all of it. He placed his hands on the soft skin of your inner thighs, making sure you stayed on display for him, as he brought his face back to where you needed him most. He licked up and down your folds and tightened his grip on your thighs as he felt you shaking from his touch. He lapped up the arousal that was pouring out of you, and then brought his tongue up to your clit and began circling around the nub. You were a moaning mess, jerking your hips to meet his face as you tugged the curls on his head. Spencer took your clit into his mouth, the feeling causing you to arch your back off the bed in pleasure. He could feel his pants getting tighter, you moaning his name and your slickness covering his face only increased his own arousal. Encouraged by your desperate gasps and whimpers, he inserted two fingers through your folds, smirking against your core as he felt your walls clench around them. He increased his thrusts while continuing to sweep his tongue around your pulsing bud. With him no longer holding your legs open, you squeezed his head between your thighs while drowning in pleasure he was giving you. His thrusts were hitting right where you needed, and you screamed his name, letting him know how good he felt inside you. He moaned into your core, intoxicated by the feeling of your legs suffocating him while your walls swallowed his fingers. The vibrations from his throat were what pushed you over the edge. You screamed his name over and over as you trembled. Spencer was only encouraged by this, making sure to lick all of the juices that flowed out of you.