Torn

“Emily, there you are,” JJ says in a high-pitched voice. “This is my boyfriend, Will.” My heart drops in my stomach. Great. This is just great. Panic consumes my body, and my thoughts scramble. I thought it would be ok with JJ having a boyfriend if I never saw him, but this, this is much, much worse.

“Ummm…hi,” I say quickly, shifting my attention to JJ right after. “I just remembered that I forgot something so you guys go on ahead without me.”

“We can wait. It’s no big deal,” Will says politely.

“No really, just go ahead. I have something I want to talk to the professor about too.” JJ gives me a strange look but concedes on getting any answers out of me.

“Ok, I’ll see you later, Emily.” I stand in the hallway dazed for a moment. After a second of recovery, I walk back into Hotch’s classroom.

“Back so soon,” he says with a smirk. I walk up to him as fast as I can, not allowing a moment of second-guessing in my mind.

“Fuck me,” I say under my breath. His eyes widen and his mouth parts slightly.

“Wh-what?” he asks, flustered.

“You heard what I said. Please do it before I change my mind.” His eyes darken, hungry for me. He takes a step closer to me, placing a hesitant hand on my waist. His eyes move from mine, to my tits, then up to my lips.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes please,” I beg, practically moaning. In an instant his lips are on mine, needy and hungry.

“Come…to…my…office,” Hotch says in between kisses. He takes my hand and I follow him to his office. Two of the walls are covered with completely filled floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. Hotch gently closes the door behind me and slams me up against it, his hand on my throat. I moan. “Is that what you like, huh? To be handled like the slut you are.”

“Yes daddy,” I say without thinking. Hotch practically snarls in response, shoving his hand into my sweatpants. He gently traces his finger over my underwear, avoiding the spots I long for the most. I lean into him, searching for more pressure.

“Oh, you are a needy little slut,” Hotch growls, pulling his hand away. “I should bend over my desk right now and fuck the shit out of you. Make you moan so loud the whole school will hear and know that you are a pathetic little slut.”

I moan, unable to move under the force of Hotch’s muscular body. I’m practically dripping through my underwear. “Please, I need you.”

Hotch slaps my cheek lightly, tightness inching closer to my core. “Shut up, slut. I never said that you could talk.” I bite my lip to withhold a moan, loving the loss of control. “You can’t cum until I say you can. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I say slightly out of breath. Hotch drops to his knees, pulling down my clothes, and leaving me completely exposed.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Hotch growls, running his thumb through my arousal. He starts slowly, running a finger through my folds. I shudder in anticipation. He runs his tongue up and down me. “Mmmmm…baby, you taste so sweet.” I feel myself clench around nothing. Hotch grabs onto my ass and buries his face in my pussy. I throw my head back, hitting the door.

Without warning, he shoves two huge fingers in my pussy, delightfully stretching me out. “Look at me,” he demands in a low, dark voice. I look down to see his chin shining with my arousal. I practically cum at the sight. He starts rubbing my g-spot while sucking on my clit. I start to see stars.

“Please. I need to cum. Let me cum.”

In an instant, he takes away all stimulation. “Someone is impatient today. You’re such a slut. You can’t wait for my big, fat cock to be inside your pretty little cunt, stretching you out.”

“Yes,” I confess through moans. He shoves two fingers back inside of me. My moans fill the small office space, no longer caring who can hear me.

“Cum for me, now. Cum.” I shudder in response, my pussy clenching around his fingers. I pant and moan as he extends my orgasm by licking my clit. My eyes roll back into my head, my legs shaking so much I can barely stand up.

He takes his fingers out of my pussy and holds them in front of my face. “Lick,” he instructs. I take them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, moaning at the taste of my arousal. He removes them from my mouth and plants a hungry kiss on my lips. The taste of my arousal on his tongue shoots straight to my core.

Hotch picks me up and sits me on his desk. “I want you to cum all over this desk so that’s all I will think about whenever I do work.” Still not fully recovered from my orgasm, Hotch pulls down his pants. His cock is straining against his boxer, his precum leaving a noticeable wet spot on the gray fabric. I pull them down and his cock strains free. He’s big - much bigger than I thought. I suddenly panic, unsure if he will fit. “Don’t worry, pretty girl,” Hotch says, noticing my concern. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet.”

He spits on his hand and pumps his cock a few times. I watch him, feeling my pussy get wetter. He drags the tip of his cock through my folds, tapping my clit with it each time. I moan in anticipation. He slowly starts to push himself inside, stretching me to my limits. The burning sensation increases my arousal. He pushes himself the whole way in, staying still to give me time to adjust to his size. “Are you ok?”

“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” At my words, Hotch pulls himself almost the whole way out and then slams into me. I brace myself on the desk as an animal-like hunger overtakes him.

“You’re so fucking tight. So wet for me.”

“Yes daddy. All for you.” I rock my hips searching for more pleasure. Hotch places his thumb on my clit, rubbing tight circles as he fucks me. “I’m close. I’m close,” I moan.

“Cum, Emily. Cum for daddy.” I release, squirting all over Hotch’s cock still going in and out of me. I moan loud, pleasure overtaking my body. Hotch slows down his pace, no doubt close to finishing.

“Cum in me. Please fill me up.” Hotch does one final thrust and I feel him fill me up. He bites my shoulder to quiet his moans. “Fuck. Holy shit.” Hotch stills inside me, not wanting to separate. I look up at him, sweat dripping down his face and chest. I kiss him hard, thanking him for everything.

He pulls out of me slowly. We both watch as his cum drips out of my pussy. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he says. I blush, suddenly feeling exposed in front of him. Regret seeps into my thoughts. I quickly jump off the desk and go to grab my pants. “Wait, let me clean you up.”

I smile, shocked that he would offer. He grabs a towel and wets it with a cup of water sitting on his desk. He gently wipes me up, cleaning off sweat and both of our arousals. He grabs my underwear and pants, putting them on for me as I watch him. He moves so gracefully, so confident in himself and every motion. My heart skips a beat as I take in his full body. His hair is a mess now, but he still looks as good as ever. There’s a slight sheen on his forehead and I can see his muscles flexing under his white button-up. “Can we do this again?” I ask, surprising myself.

He kisses me, a kiss filled with promise and hope. I’m shocked by the shift in himself. My heart pounds. If I’m not careful, this is going to end up with more than just us fucking. “Yes. I hope we can do it again. Maybe someplace a little more private. I would like to see just how loud you can get,” Hotch says, gently biting my lip.

I lean into his touch, already longing for the next time we can be alone. “I better get going,” I say. “How do I look?”

“Like you just got the shit fucked out of you,” he says with a smirk and a slight laugh. My heart leaps; I like hearing him laugh.

“Well fix it,” I say with a giggle. He runs his hands through my hair, fixing it. I leave his office with a feeling of hope in my chest. I make my way to my dorm room, hoping JJ doesn’t ask too many questions.

I stick my key in the door, opening it to see JJ crying on her bed. “JJ, what’s wrong?” I ask immediately, rushing over to her.

“I broke up with Will. I told him about what happened between us and I told him I wanted to explore it more.”

Shit. Fuck. Shit. God. Of course, this would happen to me. I push my own emotions to the side and attempt to comfort her. “I’m sorry, honey.” I give her a big hug.

She looks deep into my eyes. “I should be ok, as long as I have you." She plants a kiss on my cheek. What the fuck am I going to do?