Retrograde [Completed]

Part 11*

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Rossi and Hotch have hit it off and you can't decide whether your happy or absolutely repulsed by the idea of them being friends. Especially after calling him daddy in Rossi's bathroom. You've watched them all night from a distance not wanting to impose or raise suspicion. You're standing alone looking up at the stars when you hear Rossi calling your name. He ushers you over to where he and Hotch are.

"What's up, boss?" You make sure to keep your eyes off of Hotch. Rossi ignores you, turning to Hotch.

"Would you take Aisha home, Aaron? I'd prefer she didn't take a Uber this late."

Hotch opens his mouth to answer but you immediately cut him off. "That's not necessary, I can handle myself. Or call Sid."

"It's late, I wouldn't want you to bother her." Rossi waves you off. "I don't think Aaron would mind." He looks at Hotch expectantly.

Hotch's eyes widen as he realizes he's on the spot. "No no at all, I'll um, go get my car. I'll be back." He shakes Rossi's hand and gives you a smile before taking off.

"I know you said you're seeing somebody but he's quite the catch, kid." You both start making your way to the door. Guests are filing out, waving goodbye.

"You're trying to set me up with my professor?" You say in a hushed voice.

"You're almost out of here and you're both adults. I don't see the problem." Rossi shrugs. A black Jeep pulls up in the circle drive and you see Hotch in the front seat.

"Thanks Rossi, but I think I'll pass." You give him a hug and start walking towards Hotch's car. He's gotten out of the driver seat and opens your door.

"Thank you, Hotch." It feels weird to call him that.

"You're welcome, Ms. James." He replies keeping up with the formalities as he closes your door. He gives Rossi one last wave before running around the car to the driver's side. Rossi is giving you a knowing look and you mouth 'stop it' at him, rolling your eyes.

Hotch is quiet until he pulls out of the drive and then he laces his fingers through yours, pulling your hand up to plant a kiss on it. "Did you really want to go home?" He glances over at you.

"Depends on what you had in mind." You say coyly, looking out the window into the night.

"I'd like to tie you up, if you're open to it." He says it so nonchalantly, kissing the inside of your wrist. You feel your insides clench in anticipation.

"I'm open to it." You try to keep your voice steady, but it comes out breathy and laced with wanting.

"Good. Let the seat back." He releases your hand. You hesitate for a moment but then comply, letting the seat back. "Spread your legs." You do as he says, your breathing increasing as you anticipate his touch. "Now touch yourself."

"What?" You look over at him confused. You thought he was going to touch you. It's what you wanted.

"I said touch yourself." He says it more firmly this time.

"Aaron-"

"I didn't stutter Aisha, now don't make me repeat myself again." The authority in his voice makes you gasp and he looks over at you expectantly.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

You snake your way into your panties, you fingers circling your clit. A moan escapes your lips as you find a good rhythm and you notice that Hotch shifts in his seat.

"I love hearing you moan like that." His hand reaches over to caress your hair and you lean into his touch. "Don't be shy, Aisha. Inside."

You close your eyes as you move your other hand under your skirt, inserting two fingers into yourself. You moan again, curling your fingers to hit the right spot. It has been a long time since you'd touched yourself like this. You'd almost always had someone else doing it for you.

You hadn't noticed that he'd leaned over towards you until you feel his lips brush your ear. "Does that feel good, baby?"

You groan loudly as you continue to circle your clit and pump into yourself. "Yes, daddy." You can feel yourself climbing and climbing closer to your release.

"We're almost home, keep going baby." He encourages softly and you just about combust.

"I'm so close, Aaron." You whine as you increase the speed of your fingers, feeling your orgasm near.

He shifts in the seat again and you know he's incredibly turned on. "Go on, come for me pretty girl."

Your moans fill the otherwise silent car as you tumble into your orgasm, feeling like you've shattered into a million pieces of pleasure. His hand grabs yours, moving his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them eagerly.

"You taste good." He looks over at you with a panty dropping look and all you think about is getting to his apartment so he can fuck you until you scream.