Out Of Nothing At All

Part Nineteen

Where was he going? Why was he going back to the hotel?

Oh fuck.

What had you done?

Ugh. Why were you so wound up by the thought that he was out fucking someone else? Was it just because you were so damn horny yourself? Stupid pregnancy hormones. Stupid bump getting in your way.

It had to be right? I mean, if you were an actual couple then the answer would be simple. But you weren’t.

So the fact that he could go out and screw anyone he wanted to, without even a thought for how you were feeling had to be what was annoying you. The guy was a genius… He had to know that in the third trimester, lots of women got inexplicably turned on. He had to know this!

Ugh… And then to try and lie about it!
Just no.

But if he’d come to you and told you his plans for the evening what would you have said really?

You’d have skitzed out on him. Let’s be honest, you would have. And you would have told him he couldn’t go. And then you’d have ended up yelling.
So pretty much how tonight had ended but he’d actually got his dick wet before you’d turned back into a bitch.

And he had a point. You’d had no real right asking him where we was and who he was with. Or what he was doing. He wasn’t yours to keep tabs on. And he’d picked up straight away when you’d called so you couldn’t even throw that in his face.

Oh god…..you were going to have to apologise.

Ugh.

Although….. Really? Were you? He’d been a dick too, telling you the real reason you’d been so annoyed was because you were jealous that he was with someone else and not you. Just because you’d had a few dreams about him and couldn’t stop staring at his mouth…. Or his ass…. Or his hands…. And oh fuck, you’d actually admitted it to him as well. Great move, Y/N!

But you didn’t actually want him…. You just wanted him to make you come. There was a difference.

This didn’t mean anything, nothing at all. You didn’t actually want him.

No.

You didn’t.

Right?

Right.

Definitely not.

Where was he anyway? You checked your phone. He’d been gone half an hour. “Back in a few”. He’d said. Although back for what?

Screw this…… You needed sleep. You just hoped you weren’t going to have another one of those dreams again. You really weren’t sure you could cope.
……
Oh for fucks sake.

Another one?

Except…. Oh fuck. Oh jesus fuck.

Were you still dreaming?

Or…

Because it really felt like someone was kissing your neck right now, hands trailing up and down your body. And it felt so good. So fucking good.

You must be dreaming. You heard yourself murmuring Lower” thinking how realistic this felt.

The lips trailed lower, skimming over your covered breasts and stomach.

Hearing a familiar voice asking “Lower still?Do you want more?”

You whimpered in response.

Hands gripped your pajamas bottoms, dragging them and your panties down and seconds later you felt lips on you, a tongue flicking out and tasting you, teasing you in your most sensitive area.

Christ, this was the best dream yet……..It actually felt like you were being eaten out right now.

Wait, were you?

Holy shit……. Had Spencer come home?

“Oh fuuuck.” Your hips lifted off the bed as two fingers joined in, entering you and curling inside as a pair of soft lips sucked at your clit hard. This was real…. And fuck, that was hot.

Your eyes flew open, and you strained up in bed, the bed covers already pushed aside. Adjusting to the darkness, your eyes settled on the messy hair of the man you’d been arguing with not all that long ago.

“Spencer….. Oh my fuck…. Oh god.”

His tongue flicked quickly over you as his fingers thrusted inside, his long digits hitting in just the right spot. Fuck, this wasn’t going to take long at all. Your legs were already starting to tremble.

His lips pursed again, his teeth grazing your throbbing nub as he sucked you into his mouth, his tongue circling it, the pressure alternating between fast and slow.

“Oh my god…. Fuck…. Oh my. Fuck… Spencer!”

Light headed from panting, you gripped at the bed sheets trying to control the shudders that were racking through your body and forcing you to gasp out the name of your colleague and housemate as you came.

You were sure you could feel the smirk on his lips as he lapped up the fluid you knew was pooling between your thighs. Removing his fingers from you once the trembles had stopped, you watched as he climbed off the bed and pushed his hair back off his face.

“Happy now?” In a voice that seemed to be dripping with a mixture of confidence and sarcasm. He walked to the door, pausing before leaving your room.

“You know where I sleep if that wasn’t enough for you. You don’t have to worry about Austin anymore.”

He closed your door and you heard him padding down the hall into his own room.

Well fuck.

Jesus fucking fuck.

Just….

You both hated and loved him for knowing how badly you’d wanted that….No. NEEDED that.

His mouth…. Oh god. There’d been reason that you’d had sex three times that one night. Because the man was fucking amazing in bed. Something that when you’d actually thought about it, didn’t  surprise you that much.

It was always the sweet and innocent looking ones after all.

Oh jeez don’t start thinking about THAT night Y/N. Don’t…..

Too late.

But.

“You know where I sleep if that wasn’t enough.”

Could you?

It was just sex right? Him helping out the Mother of his child?

He did kinda owe it to you right. It was thanks to his spawn that you weren’t getting any.

Telling yourself again that it was just sex, you rolled out of bed, grabbing your robe and shrugging into it before exiting your room and walking down the corridor to his.

“Not enough?” His voice quiet as you stood leaning on his door frame nervously.

You shook your head, a little voice wondering when the hell Spencer Reid had become the sort of stud that would have two different girls in bed in the same night.

“So you admit that the only reason you were going off at me is because you wanted me? You know, you were already moaning my name when I came into the room. And you were already wet. Dreaming?”

Confident…. Again. He was going to start getting an ego if you weren’t careful.

“I can’t control my dreams Reid. It’s these stupid hormones. And its not you specifically. Maybe just your mouth, fingers and dick.”

“So come and have them then.” He flipped the bed covers down.

You stared at the empty spot on the bed next to him for a minute.

Fuck it. No going back now.

Kicking the door shut, you joined him on the bed, your lips going straight to his.