Matthew Gray Gubler/ Spencer Reid Oneshots

Fucking In Sin (18+)

"Babe, you home?" I saw, walking into my house that I share with my girlfriend Sarah.

"I'm in the living room," she calls. Her voice is higher pitched, making her seem like she's hiding something. I walk into the living room and I don't see her.

"Sarah?"

"I'll be there in a minute. Sit down,"

"Okay..." I trail off. I hear the click of heels and a song beginning to play. She walks in, hips moving with the beat of the song.

"No touching," she says as she runs her hands down her body, such causes the already see-through fabric of her lingerie to be pulled taught against her body.

"Sarah," I pant out, already feeling the effects of her teasing.

"Yes?" She asks sweetly, like she isn't the embodiment of pure sinful lust. She walks around to behind the couch and runs her hands from my shoulders down the front of my chest. Then before she can reach my growing bulge she moves her hands away from my body. She walks back around to the front of me, turns around and begins to grind her ass into me. I have to physically stop my self from grabbing her and spanking her over the arm of the couch till her ass was the color of her bright red nail polish.

"When did you paint your nails?"

"Right after you left, I know how much you like to see painted nails when my hands start jerking you off," she says as she grinds her ass harder on my dick. I bite back a groan. She turns around, straddles me and leans in to my ear. "Don't conceal your noises, I want to hear you fall apart," she says. She begins gyrating her hips and she leans back so her head is dangling between my legs.

"I want to touch you so bad," I admit.

"Oh Matthew, don't worry. Soon enough you won't be able to get your hands off of me,"

"That better be a promise,"

"What if it's not?"

"How would you like having your hands tied to the bedpost while I fuck you so hard you can't walk for a week," with that she moans, flings her head back up, and kisses me with such a passion it made me dizzy. When she pulls away, she stands up and finished up her lap dance. When she's done I'm so sexually frustrated that the first thing I do is stand up, pull her hair back, and kiss her neck.

"M-Matthew," she pants, "those are going to be noticeable,"

"Let them, you're mine. You belong to me, no one else," I say as I continue to litter hickeys down her neck and throat. Once I'm pleased with my work, I turn her over, run my hand down her chest and begin to play with her breasts, making her breathing increase.

"Don't tease me," she pants.

"You're fucking kidding right?" I say, I barely curse but this time it was called for. "After that little lap dance you gave me, you expect me to not tease you and listen to you? No, this is how this is going to play out. You're my bitch tonight and if you don't listen to me I will work you up, tie you to the bed, and leave you there until you're basically crying for me to return? Got that?"

"Yes, Matthew."

"Good, now pull up your little nightgown and bend over. I'm going to make your ass so red you can't sit," I demand. Her and I don't really dabble in the rougher stuff. It's mostly me gently touching her as we make love but tonight. Tonight I'm going to fuck her.