The elevator door barely shuts before Hotchner leans to me and takes a grip of my hair, forcing me to look at him.
"I can't wait to see how fucking pretty you look when you come with my name on your lips" he whispers and then his mouth is on mine.
His fingers are in my hair. His lips work over mine, the perfect mix of soft and hard. His tongue swipes across mine, and I whimper. He coaxes me into it, makes me want more. More of this. More of him. More of this feeling.
This is not how I planned the night to go when I entered that bar earlier, but I'm surely not going to complain. All while I was sitting next to him, I couldn't stop thinking about riding him. His voice is so hot, his smell is addictive and his hands are so big... He is confident, but he is not arrogant.
He shoves me up against the wall of the elevator and pushes his thigh between my legs. He kisses me roughly now, and I kiss him back. My fingers grip his suit jacket, fisting the fabric and tugging him closer.
I want him so much closer. He smells like whiskey, and spice. I want to dive headfirst into a pool of that scent.
I grind against his thigh, not caring if it makes me seem desperate. I'm the one who asked him to fuck me earlier and made him sign a one-night stand contact. My pussy throbs against his thigh.
"Fuck, Sof..." he whispers, driving me even more needy. I want to make him feel good and moan my name again like that all night.
He pulls away and glances down at where I'm riding his leg. He pushes his leg further up between my legs. "I bet it feels good, doesn't it?" he asks as his free hand grips my ass.
"Yes" I breathe out.
A smirk appears across his lips. He lifts my face, making me stare into his eyes. "Tell me how you want me to fuck you tonight, Sofia. Do you want me to be nice or rough?" he asks, his chest going up and down quickly
"Ruin me" I answer.
His smile grows, "Yeah, that's what I thought" he replies.
The elevator doors open. Hotchner's hands find my ass and he lifts me up. His lips and tongue still move against me. He carries me out the elevator and then slams my back on one of the doors of the long hallway. I don't even care if someone sees us.
I don't even realize he has unlocked the door until he's pushing me inside his apartment. He puts me down besides the couch. That's when he pulls a away from my lips.
"Strip" he demands.
I don't let men order me around, ever. But I'm taking my t-shirt off without a second thought right now. I kick my shoes off and pull my pants down. I stand before him in my bra and panties. I watch his eyes devour me.
With the softest touch, he pushes the straps off my shoulders. Then he reaches behind and undoes the clasp almost quicker than I can. I try not to think how much practice he had.
"Look at you, beautiful..." he licks his lips.
He leads us to his bedroom, "Sit" is his next command.
I lower myself until my ass hits the bedsheets. He touches my chin and tilts my head up. "Eyes on me, Sofia" he reminds me. I am fucking soaked.
I keep my head up, and watch him stand above me as he takes his tie off and undoes the first couple of buttons of his white shirt. He leans down for a moment and kisses my lips softly. He pushes me back until I lay down.
His hands travel from my waist, all the way up to the tips of my fingers. Once my hands are above my hands, he wraps his tie around my wrists. This is a risky thing to let a stranger do to me, but logic went out the window a long time ago.
When he is sure that my hands are secure, he moves downwards. He drops to his knees and presses a kiss to my stomach.
"You stop me whenever you need to, angel" he tells me as his lips trace a line down my body, "Got it?" he asks looking at me
"Yes" I nod
"Good".
His fingers hook into the waistline of my thong, dragging them down and getting rid of them. Now I'm completely naked under him, and I've never felt more confident.
I keep my eyes on the ceiling as I feel his mouth leaving soft kisses all over my inner thighs. His place is simple, neat, clean, smelling of a mixture of white musk and his scent. Honestly, this is exactly what I expected from him.
"What do you want, Sof?" he asks
"What?" I ask, unable to think
"Should I fuck you with my fingers or eat your pussy?" he explains between kisses.
No one's actually ever asked, I just let them do their thing and hope they know what they're doing; most of the times, they don't. In my experience, women are usually so much better at this.
"Use your words, Sof. Which one?" he insists, teasing my pussy until I answer
"Both" I breathe out.
He meets my eyes and smiles. He pushes my legs further apart and lowers himself more. His fingers slide between my wet folds. Touching my clit for the first time tonight feels like electroshock. But he doesn't stay there for long.
He pushes one finger inside my pussy. It goes in with little to no friction. "How's that?" he asks
"Not enough" I antagonize him.
So, now, he pushes three fingers in. My head falls back.
"Sh sh. You can take it, angel" he says and kisses my lower stomach.
I feel his fingers curl up inside of me. My back arches off the bed when he starts thrusting his fingers. My nipples are diamond hard and almost aching.
"Better now?" he asks
"Yes" I moan.
His free hand sneaks its way up my body. He rubs and rolls my nipple between his fingers.
"You look so fucking perfect, Sof. You're making me hungry" he smirks
"Then shut up and do something useful with your mouth" I say desperate
"Oh, someone's impatient" he chuckles, "But you need to watch your fucking mouth with me" he warns me. "Now apologize" he demands
"Wh--"
His gaze cuts me off.
"Fuck... I'm sorry. Please, eat my pussy out, Aaron" I beg him, lifting my hips to him
"Very good" he replies, his voice is low now sounding almost like a growl. "Only good girls get rewarded. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes" I'm panting.
As soon as I answer, his mouth is on me. One, two, three, and he finds that sweet spot. He keeps his focus there, his tongue grazing over it again and again as his fingers pump in and out of me. Everytime I think he'll stop his mouth to take a breath, he doesn't. It's like he can't get enough. And I'm having an out of body experience.
"Right there, Aaron. Yes!" I groan.
Mouth suctioned onto my clit. His fingers fuck me roughly. My tied hands hold his head deeper between my legs. My legs close by the sides of his head. My orgasm is so fucking close, I am going to kill him if he stops now.
"Fuck! Aaron... I'm..." I can't put together a sentence at the moment.
"Finish for me, angel" he moans against me
"Aaron.... I'm-- Aaron! Yes!" I shout as I come apart under his mouth.
My pussy throbs around his fingers. My legs shake. My fingers tug on his short hair. I'm having an out of body experience as I finish.
"Now, that's how a good girl acts" he tells me and proceeds to lick my pussy clean, taking in every drop of my orgasm he is responsible for.
This was definitely not part of the plan. But not even a single part of me regrets it.
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Mastermind || Aaron Hotchner
FanfictionA homicide in Louisiana makes the BAU revisit a series of old murders in the area that follow the same MO. And soon they discover that the case is much bigger than they originally thought. During the investigation, Agent Hotchner comes in contact wi...