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The plane ride on the way home was so silent you could hear a pin drop. There was no playful banter or chess games. Everyone was in their own corner, processing the events of today.
Morgan was leaning back on one of the seats with his headphones on, eyes closed. Across from him, Reid was pretending to read a book.
Rossi and Hotch sat together near the front of the plane: Hotch filling out paperwork and Rossi with a single malt scotch looking out the window.
You were sitting in the back of the plane, wrapped up in a blanket watching the clouds pass under the jet. Your leg was gently bouncing as you slumped more in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position for the next couple of hours.
As your eyes start to drift closed, you feel a hand softly touch your knee. Your eyes flutter open, and Emily’s staring down at you warmly.
“Are you okay?” she inquires, taking the seat across from you. She folds her hands across her lap, waiting for you to respond.
“I’m okay, I just wish I could shut my brain off. I keep running through the same 10 seconds in my head” you say with a sigh, tilting your head back.
“Come over tonight. I think we could both use the company and take our minds off work for a while” she says with a smile.
You can’t resist her smile. In all honesty, you’ve had a little crush on her since you joined the unit. Her askew belt and blazers were mesmerizing, and you often caught yourself staring at her during morning briefings. You look back at her and nod.
“Sounds good.”
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The plane landed a couple of hours later and you manage to fall asleep shortly after you and Emily’s conversation. You feel someone gently shaking your shoulder and you instinctively move your head to rest on a mystery hand, snuggling into it.
“Come on, get up sleepyhead. I’m not strong enough to carry your dead weight off this plane” Emily chuckles lightly as she pulls you up from your seat. “You're riding with me, I don’t trust you not to fall asleep at the wheel."
You're too tired to argue, and besides, it gives you more time to stare at her.
You both make your way off the tarmac to Emily’s car and drive in comfortable silence to her condo, the music filling the empty air.
She parks in the lot, shuts off the car, and grabs both go bags from the trunk. You follow a few steps behind her, making your way to the elevator. You ride up in silence, Emily leaning against the wall and smirking at you.
You raise an eyebrow “What?”
“You’ll see”
The elevator dings and she walks out first, you trailing close behind. She quickly opens her door and ushers you inside, closing and locking it behind her.
“So, I was going to offer you some wine but I think we both know what you really need to get your mind off things” She smirks as she closes the distance, trapping you between her and the door.
“We do?” you can feel your heartbeat in your ears, not expecting to be within kissing distance of the girl you’ve been staring at for the last three months.
“We do” She leans forward and places a gentle kiss on your lips, trying to gauge your reaction. When she feels you respond, she deepens the kiss. You feel her gently bite your bottom lip, and you let out a moan. She takes this opportunity to slip her tongue in your mouth.
Her hands find a place on your hips, her thumbs slipping under your shirt and rubbing small circles on the skin.
When you break apart for air, she grins. Your face is flushed and your lips swollen.
“I know you want me. I could feel your eyes staring at me during the briefings. I admit, I’m quite flattered, you’re gorgeous. I always knew you had a bit of gay in you”
“Now what?” you can’t hide the hesitancy in your voice. You never thought she’d be into you, but here you are.
She leans in close to your ear. “We’re going to go to my bedroom, and I’m going to make you so desperate and begging to cum, you won’t be able to remember your own name, let alone this case we just had” She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving you momentarily stunned as she grabs one of your hands and leads you into her bedroom.
Her bedroom is what you’d expect from Emily: a wooden bed frame and matching gray comforter and pillowcases. The walls are bare of anything personal, just random abstract art that oddly fit the room well. There’s a stack of books on one of the nightstands in front of the light. She walks over and turns it on, casting a warm glow into the room.
She comes back to you and returns her hands on your hips, directing you to the edge of the bed. She kisses you again, more demanding this time as she immediately slips her tongue into your mouth.
Her hands travel upwards, cupping your breasts, her right hand gently pinching your nipple.
You let out a whimper as your fingers wrap around her belt loops, pulling her impossibly closer. She lets out a small chuckle as her hands release your breasts and slip out of your shirt.
“Strip”
You look at her, not processing anything she just said, your mind too dazed from the feeling of her soft but calloused fingers on your breasts moments ago.
She grabs a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck and pulls, not hard but enough to get your attention. “I’m not going to repeat myself. Be a good girl and take your clothes off for me. You can do that, right sweetheart?”
You nod vigorously, already shrugging off your blazer, letting it fall to the floor. You make quick work of your blouse, raising it over your head. Next are your shoes and socks, and finally, you unbutton your pants, stepping out of them.
You stand before her in your bra and panties, and feel her eyes looking you up and down with a grin on her face.
“Aww, sweetie” she coos, resting her hands on your hips and toying with the waistband of your panties. “When I said strip, I meant these too. Bra too, I want to see all of you.”
You reach behind your back and unclasp your bra letting it fall to the floor. You quickly pull off your panties, now completely nude in front of her.
As soon as your panties are off, Emily pushes you back onto the bed, falling on top of you. She gently grips your chin, looking like she’s going to kiss you. Instead, she tilts your head harshly to the side, kissing the now exposed side of your neck.
She places open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking harshly. Your breath hitches, the thought of the mark she's leaving goes straight to your core. She pulls away, grinning as she sees the now red mark forming on your neck.
“Aw pretty girl, you liked that, didn’t you? You’re going to wake up tomorrow and remember everything I did to you”
She starts peppering kisses down your neck and chest. Your nipples are in stiff peaks, waiting to be touched. Taking one nipple into her mouth, she swirls her tongue around the stiff bud and sucks, her hand rolling the other nipple between her thumb and index finger.
Your hand buries itself into her hair, pulling her closer as your hips buck up, trying to relieve the newly found tension between your legs.
“Fuck… Emily. Don’t stop. Fuck, just touch me already” You’re surprised you can even get out a couple of words. Your mind is clouded from her mouth and fingers.
She releases your nipple with a pop and props herself up with her elbow next to you, her other hand running down your stomach and inner thighs, never touching where you wanted her to touch you most.
“If you want something, you’re going to have to tell me, baby” The way she says it is almost scolding. “Come on sweetheart, tell Daddy what you want.”
At the term daddy, your hips involuntarily buck, a quiet ‘fuck’ leaving your lips. Her grin gets wider if that’s even possible.
“Knew it”
“You suck” Your words have no bite behind them, you feel her hand float up to your core, resting right above your clit. “Please touch me, I want you”
“Good girl, you ask and you shall receive” Two of the fingers make their way down your slit, gathering the wetness that accumulated and smearing it on your clit. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this wet. You’re just a desperate little whore aren’t you?”
Your eyes flutter closed as you let out a small whimper. One hand grips the bedsheets as the other one finds Emily, no, daddy’s, arm begging her to keep moving.
But as soon as her hand starts its movements, it stops. That same hand travels up to your face and smacks your cheek lightly. The sudden movement causes you to open your eyes, meeting hers immediately.
“When I ask you something, you respond. Now let me ask you again, are you a desperate little whore for me?”
“ah.. yes… fuck” you can barely form a coherent thought, her words going straight to your core. “I’m your whore daddy… fuck just fucking do something” you practically beg her.
“I usually would spank someone for that type of language, but I think I’ll make an exception for you” she presses a kiss to your lips and peppers them down your body as she stands at the edge of the bed. Emily grabs your legs and pulls so your hips are by the side of the bed. She gets on her knees and presses your thighs down, spreading you wide.
“Aww baby, you look so pretty spread for me like this” she presses kisses to your inner thigh starting from your knee, ending with one kiss right above your clit. You buck your hips instinctively, desperate for any sort of friction. She gently blows onto your clit before swiping her tongue from your pussy up to your clit.
You bite your lip, trying to hide the moan coming from inside you. The look of Emily between your legs could make you come undone alone: her dilated pupils, the strong grip of her hands on your thighs, and the proximity of her mouth to your clit.
She looks into your eyes and licks the same pattern again, but instead of pulling away from your clit, she takes it into her mouth and sucks. You bury one hand into her hair, the other gripping the bed sheets. She’s drawing random patterns with her tongue when all of a sudden she releases her grip on one of your thighs and plunges her middle and ring finger into your pussy.
“Fuck.. Emily… Fuck” You can barely form a cohesive thought as her fingers curl slightly upward, hitting your g-spot. “I’m close baby, please don’t stop, please let me cum on your mouth” You don’t care how desperate you sound at this point, all you can think about is the combination of her mouth and her fingers on you.
She pulls away as soon as you’re about to cum, leaving you frustrated and your pussy clenching around nothing. She takes the hand that was inside you and slaps your pussy, making you jump from the unexpected contact. Before you can say anything she flips you onto your hands and knees, arching your back so your cunt is on full display.
“Stay like this and wait for me, and don’t even think about touching yourself” She presses a kiss to your lower back as she disappears into her closet. You stay frozen in place, your mind running through scenarios of what she has in store. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice Emily coming back, now equipped with a thick strap and a wand hanging loosely from one hand. She notices your far away stare and taps on your cheek with the dick, bringing you back into focus.
Your eyes widen as you look up at Emily, and the thought of her dick touching the back of your throat makes your mouth water. You try to move forward and take the tip of the dick in your mouth but she pulls back, clicking her tongue in disapproval.
“Before we get started… if you need to stop, say red or tap some part of my body three times, understand?” She grabs your chin with her hand and makes you look into her eyes. You feel so safe and so well cared for, even if she denied your last orgasm.
“Yes daddy, now please can I suck your cock” you say with a pout, giving her your best puppy dog eyes.
“Well… since you said please” She places the tip of her dick right in front of your mouth. “It isn’t going to suck itself”, gesturing down.
You grin as you lick from the base of the shaft up to the tip, swirling your tongue around the rubber. Emily's hand runs through your hair, gently guiding your mouth further down the shaft. You relax your jaw as she presses your head further down. You feel it hit the back of your throat as you start to gag. She holds your head there for a couple seconds before releasing it.
She does this again, holding your head for slightly longer. Your eyes begin to water and you know your mascara is running down your cheeks. She lets out a moan as she hears you gag.
“That’s it, pretty girl, you look so pretty when you choke on my cock. Fuck, do you like it when daddy’s cock is in your mouth? Or would you rather have it in your little pussy, feeling me stretch open your cunt?” She was mocking you, knowing the effect her words had on you.
“Fuck… Emily… Daddy, please fuck my pussy. Make me cum on your cock, please I’ll do anything” You don’t care how desperate you sound at this point. You’re so worked up and can feel your wetness making its way down your thigh.
“Aww, baby, I know you would. '' She pulls her strap out of your mouth, smirking as she sees the trail of spit between the tip of the dick and your lips. She makes her way to the other side of the bed, grabbing your hips and positioning them so you could feel the tip of the strap against your clit. You try to gain some friction by pressing your hips back into her, but she saw it coming and leans back.
“tsk tsk tsk, you were being such a good girl for me, you wouldn’t want me to punish you, right?” She asks, tapping the tip of her dick against your clit, eliciting a moan from you.
“no please no daddy. I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise” you say, stilling your movements.
She presses a kiss to your lower back. “Good” She grabs you by your hips and spreads your legs further apart and presses your head into the mattress, showing off your pussy to her.
Emily doesn’t say anything as she kneels on the ground and spreads open your lips with her thumbs. “Have I told you how pretty your pussy is, sweetheart? I love seeing how wet I can make you” One of her thumbs dips into your wetness and begins to make slow circles on your clit.
You instantly buck into her thumb, trying anything at this point to relieve the pressure. “Emily please, Baby I need to cum so bad” You whine.
“I know, sweetheart” she says lovingly, and in one motion she turns on the wand that you had honestly forgotten about and replaces her thumb with the wand, right on your clit.
You jerk at the sudden change in stimulation and let out a breathy moan. You can hear her say something over the sound of the vibrations.
“You’re welcome to cum babe, but let it be known that once you start you’re not going to be done until I say so”
Emily watches you cum soon after her words as your legs start to shake. She chuckles as she watches your pussy clench around nothing as you ride out your orgasm, slowly grinding your clit against the bulb of the wand.
As you come down from your high, you try to move your hips away from the vibrations. Sensing your movement, Emily places a hand on top of your ass and presses you down onto the vibrator.
“Remember what I said baby, you’re not done until I say you’re done”
The almost painful stimulation turns into pleasure as you feel yourself on the precipice of another orgasm. You’re babbling at this point, a mixture of high-pitched moans and Emily’s name on your lips. You can feel your legs start to shake as orgasm number two takes you. Just as you fall over the edge, Emily’s strap enters you in one swift motion, bottoming out in you.
You’re not sure if you scream or not, the pleasure of the vibrations and Emily finally stretching you out is almost too much. You feel her in places that no man has ever reached.
She doesn’t give you any time to adjust to her size, instead setting a ruthless pace. She momentarily takes the vibrator off your overstimulated clit, the reprieve soon ending as she wraps that arm around your hip to accommodate the new position. Her other hand runs up your back, grabs a portion of your hair at the base of your neck, and yanks, so that your back is flush against her front.
The hand in your hair moves to your chest, not so gently pinching and rolling your hard nipple between her thumb and index finger.
“You’re being such a good girl for me, sweetheart. I want you to give me one more, can you do that for me?” She begs in your ear.
Not having the energy to speak, you nod and meet her hips thrust for thrust, feeling that familiar build in the pit of your stomach.
“Come on pretty girl, come on my cock. I know you want to. Let go for me please” The mixture of praises in your ear to the vibrator on your clit to her well-timed thrusts finally send you over the edge for the third time. You cum with a cry as you fall forward on the bed, your body no longer able to hold itself up. Emily fucks you through the orgasm, slowing her thrusts as you come back down. She turns off the wand and tosses it on the floor behind her, becoming a thought for another day. She gently slips out of you and presses a kiss to your lower back.
“Wait here” she murmurs as she leaves for the bathroom. You fall onto your stomach as you hear the sink turn on. Emily returns with a warm washcloth, cleaning you up between your thighs. She tosses the cloth into the hamper and she floods your back with gentle kisses, trailing up to your neck.
“Can you stand?” she asks gingerly as she pulls you into a sitting position, her hand resting on your lower back, her thumb drawing random patterns.
“Yeah, I think so” you chuckle as you try to get up on your wobbly legs.
“Go to the bathroom and get ready for bed, I’ll have a shirt waiting for you” She presses a chaste kiss to your lips and smacks your butt lightly, swatting you in the direction of the bathroom.
You return to her room and Emily is already in the covers, wearing a worn t-shirt that has definitely seen better days. On the edge of a bed is another old t-shirt, folded nicely and waiting for you. You slipped the shirt over your head, immediately surrounded by the scent of Emily.
She pushes open the covers, silently inviting you to join her. You crawl in, falling onto your stomach and resting your head in the crook of her shoulder, your arm draped nicely over her torso. She pulls the covers over the both of you, kissing the top of your head.
“We’ll talk tomorrow, sleep well pretty girl”