Control Me | A Spencer Reid Story

Part 3

"Already?" he asked in surprise, chuckling against her neck.

"What can I say...you're hitting my favorite spot," she moaned, as his lips began sucking on the sensitive skin just below her left ear. "Oh, god..."

"How would you like to continue this in the bedroom?"

"That sounds heavenly. Do you want me to get up, or..." she asked seductively.

Smirking sinfully, Spencer pulled her thighs closer to him roughly, tightening his grip on her before standing up with her in his arms, his cock still buried inside her. He quickly walked them into his bedroom and dropped her backward onto his bed to continue thrusting deep within her clenching pussy.

Trailing her hand to his wrist she slowly brought his fingers up to her slender neck, gently splaying his digits to grip her lightly, giving him control over her. She bit on her lower lip and whimpered in ecstasy as her eyelids fluttered with each powerful thrust he made. In spite of his original protests, Lia had rightly assumed that Spencer would quickly warm up to the concept of being in control and more dominant in bed; she had been able to sense he probably had a kinky side to begin with.

"Is this still okay?" he murmured in between thrusts, his tongue teasing along her ear.

His fingers closed slightly more, adding pressure around her neck as he leaned closer for her answer. "Definitely okay," she replied, tilting her hips upward to meet his. "Please don't stop, Doctor."

Groaning, his teeth nipped at her collarbone as her words teased and excited him further. With her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back, Spencer maintained his hold on her neck with one hand while his other snaked between their bodies to pluck at the bundle of nerves that had her writhing in delight. Lia's breathing escalated with each quick stroke of his thumb and hips, leading her to cry out as her orgasm rocked through her. Her hands clung to his shoulders blindly in her effort to steady herself in the aftermath, the manicured nails digging into the flesh and eliciting just enough pain to cause him to slam his lips against hers.

"Damn you certainly are wet, Lia," he whispered against her lips, earning a cute giggle from her.

"I cannot imagine why that would be, Dr. Reid," she teased, lightly smacking the side of his ass. "Couldn't possibly be because you're fucking me senseless right now..."

"Less talk and more moving those hips of yours," Spencer commanded firmly.

Sealing his lips over hers, his tongue fought for dominance over her mouth while the thumb that had been caressing her clit slid up her body to stroke and twist at her pointed nipple. She moaned into their kiss, even as his other hand compressed her windpipe a tiny bit more, and his cock pounded into her tight pussy. The feeling of her vaginal walls clenching around him, the bouncing of her perky tits against his chest, the stroke of her tongue with his own; all these sensations were enough to have Spencer tensing as his climax finally neared and shuddered with relief when he was able to release, completely filling the condom.

Breathing heavily as he relinquished his hold on her delicate throat, he propped himself up on his forearms and stared down into her stunning emerald eyes, taking in the soft smile that pulled on the corners of her plump lips. Lia's fingers gently cupped his cheek, her thumbs brushing upward as she met his gaze, before she went to push his wild brown locks off his forehead. Grinning down at her, he leaned forward to drop a quick kiss on the tip of her nose before rolling off of her, then hopping off the bed altogether to trash the condom.

Returning to the bedroom, he leaned against the doorframe of his bathroom to stare at her with admiration where she still lay on his bed. Noticing they were both hot and sweaty, an idea popped into his head, and he rubbed the back of his neck shyly as he cleared his throat.