The hotel room was filled with the sounds of shuffling cards and low murmurs of conversation. Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, and Derek Morgan sat around a poker table, their eyes focused on their cards. But despite the serious atmosphere, there was a sense of tension in the air that had nothing to do with the game.
That tension was named Y/n, a stunning woman with long, dark hair and curves that could make a man weak at the knees. She was currently sitting on Hotch's lap, her back pressed against his chest as he slipped his hand under her dress and began to finger her.
Y/n leaned back into Hotch, her breath hitching as he found her sweet spot. She bit her lip, trying to focus on the game as Hotch's fingers worked their magic. But it was becoming increasingly difficult as the pleasure built inside of her.
Across the table, Spencer and Derek exchanged a glance, both trying not to laugh at Y/n's obvious distraction. Hotch, however, seemed to be oblivious to everything but Y/n, his focus solely on the woman in his lap.
Suddenly, Y/n stood up, pushing Hotch's hand away. "I think I'm done for the night, boys," she said, a playful smirk on her face.
Hotch looked up at her, a hungry look in his eyes. "You sure, Y/n?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Do I look unsure, Hotch?" she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Hotch chuckled, standing up and wrapping his arms around Y/n. "You never fail to surprise me, Y/n," he said, before kissing her deeply.
Spencer and Derek quickly gathered their things and made their exit, leaving Hotch and Y/n alone in the room. Hotch picked Y/n up, throwing her onto the bed. She giggled, the sound echoing in the room.
Hotch quickly removed Y/n's dress, his eyes roaming over her body. "You're so beautiful, Y/n," he said, his voice filled with desire.
Y/n rolled her eyes. "Don't get too sappy on me, Hotch," she said, a playful smile on her face.
Hotch grinned, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between Y/n's legs. "I wouldn't dream of it," he said, before thrusting into her.
Y/n gasped, her back arching as Hotch started to fuck her hard. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. Hotch groaned, his hips pistoning as he fucked Y/n with abandon.
He leaned down, his mouth latching onto one of Y/n's nipples. She moaned, her fingers threading through Hotch's hair as he sucked and bit at her nipple. She could feel herself getting close to the edge, her body tensing as she prepared to cum.
"Don't stop, Hotch," she moaned, her voice breathy and needy.
Hotch grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt himself getting close to the edge as well. He could feel Y/n's muscles clenching around him, her body trembling as she came hard.
With a final thrust, Hotch followed her over the edge, his own release crashing over him like a wave. He collapsed onto the bed, his breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath.
Y/n snuggled up against him, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was fun," she said, her voice filled with amusement.
Hotch chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Yes, it was," he said, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
As they lay there, their bodies still tangled together, it was clear that this was only the beginning of a long night of pleasure.
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