Haven [aaron hotchner x reader]

Fourteen

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VERY DETAILED SEXUAL ACTIONS AND EXPLETIVES.  PLEASE READ AT YOUR DISCRETION.*

Same day

You and Hotch hadn't been in the car but a few minutes before the desire to suck him off became too great.  You'd been sneaking glances at him but apparently not sneakily enough as he asked, "What?"

You unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned over the middle console to whisper in his ear, "I wanna try something."  You bite your lip and hear his breathing falter.

You swipe your tongue up the side of his ear and then softly bite his ear lobe.  Hotch groans lightly as you begin to kiss down his neck whilst you undo his belt with one hand.  As soon as the buckle is loose and the zipper is undone, you grab him in your hand.

He groans as he pulls up to the stoplight and turns his head catching your lips.  You run your hand up and down his throbbing length as he bites your bottom lip.  The light turns green but you two are both too busy making out that you don't notice.  It wasn't until the car behind blared their horn that Hotch made the car move.

Hotch was breathing heavily as your hand continued to grip his length.  He got on the highway and thankfully it was dark so that none of the other cars could see the events taking place in the car.

You readjusted yourself and leaned down between Hotch and the steering wheel.  You swiped your tongue across the tip of his dick, collecting the bead, and he growls.  "Don't tease me," He breathes.

You take him in your mouth until he hits the back of your throat and use your hand to pump the rest.  Hotch groans and fists his hand in your hair but doesn't push your head.  You continue to suck him off and as you do you can hear the engine of the car as he accelerates. 

You take him all the way to the back of your throat and gag, this causes Hotch to accidentally slam his foot on the brakes.  You lose your balance slightly and your head hits the steering wheel causing the horn to beep.  You pull him from your mouth and laugh.

Hotch's breathing is ragged but he wears a small smile on his face while he says, "You're trying to kill us.  I guess the oysters did their job."  His driving returns to normal and luckily there aren't but a few cars on the interstate with you.  You take his hard length and begin to steadily pump, "You could always pull over, daddy, it wouldn't take long," you tempt him.

"We'll be back in not too long.  We can wait till then," he says while placing a hand over the one you had wrapped around his cock, seizing your movements.  You sigh, "You'll get blue balls."  You're still leaning over the middle console so Hotch turns his head and gives you a small kiss before saying, "Better than dead ones," and winks at you.