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Hotch's Inner Freak	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 17044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Hotch's Inner Freak
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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When Emily entered the bedroom carrying the picnic basket filled with food, she paused in the doorway to stare at Hotch. He was lying on the bed, his left hand tenderly stroking his hard cock. She stood there, entranced by his beauty and innate sexiness.
"Couldn't wait for me." she asked, teasing.
He looked at her, his eyes glazed over with lust and pleasure, his hand lazily stroking his cock.
"No." he said almost shyly. "What's in the basket? Food? Good. I'm famished." he moaned and licked his lips as he handled himself.
Setting the basket down, she smiled him. "Want me to help you with that?"
He looked at her and nodded, his hand speeding up slightly. "Suck me. Please." he moaned.
Emily approached the bed and reached over him, grabbing a pillow and tossing it on the floor. Kneeling down she guided him to the edge of the bed. Positioning herself between his legs she licked the head of his penis. He watched, his body trembling, as she slowly took his whole cock in her mouth.
"Emily." he moaned, placing his hands on her head. He held her head gently as he thrust into her mouth. "You like my cock in your mouth." he said, his voice awed.
"Mmmm." she moaned, causing his cock to vibrate. "I love it." she said, swirling her tongue around the tip. "But I love it even better when you come." she said, plunging her mouth all the way down his shaft.
"Oh god." he moaned, his hips convulsed violently as his sudden orgasm rushed over him. He watched fascinated as she sucked every drop of come out of his cock.
He sat on the edge of the bed struggling to catch his breath. He watched as Emily smoothed out the bedspread and placed the picnic basket on it. She reached inside and pulled out a towel. After she had spread the towel, she begin to cover it with bowls and plates of food.
He watched her with a small smile on his face.
"Bed picnic." she said simply. "It's fun."
Emily produced cheese, salami, bread, fruit, fried chicken and veggies. They were both starving, so they ate silently, sitting across from each other on the bed.
"Can I ask you something Hotch?" Emily said, nibbling on a carrot.
"Now would be a good time." he said, stretching out on his side.
"What you said about Haley. And your wedding night…" she trailed off, her eyes sad.
"In the car, earlier." he said, "that was the first blow job I've ever had."
"That so sad." she said quietly.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Don't get me wrong. I loved Haley and she was my best friend, but our marriage was probably a mistake."
She looked at him, urging him to continue with her eyes.
"I like sex. She didn't." he said simply.
"So what did you do?"
Aaron snorted bitterly. "I became an expert at, what did you call it? 'Making the bald man cry.' But I always had to do it in secret. She caught me one time when I was in the shower. She told me I was a perverted deviant." he sighed sadly.
"For doing something that was completely normal?" Emily face betrayed her shock.
"After a while she convinced me I was some kind of a pervert." he chuckled. "Maybe I am. Look at what we've done tonight?"
"Hotch." she sat up and looked at him. "Nothing we have done would even fall remotely outside of the boundaries of normal, healthy sex."
"Really? I guess I wouldn't know. Haley made me feel sick if I wanted anything other then missionary."
"Well," Emily said, rubbing his thigh. "We still have another 33 hours to release your Inner Freak."
"My Inner Freak?" he said, chuckling. "Be gentle."
He got up and started to clear the food off the bed.
"Just set it in the corner." she said, "We'll probably want to eat again."
As he came back to the bed, she saw he was hard again. Getting up on her hands and knees she smiled at him over her shoulder and wiggled her ass. "Fuck me Agent Hotchner." she said.
He grinned and climbed onto the bed, entering her without a word.
The almost painful throbbing of his cock pulled Hotch out of a fitful sleep. Glancing at his watch he saw that it was a little past 5:00 am. The room glowed with early morning light. He glanced at Emily. She was sleeping peacefully. Not wanting to wake her, he slid his left hand down his stomach and gripped his cock. His hand was dry and his cock was beginning to feel a little sore. He glanced across her and saw that she had placed a bottle of lubricant on her night stand. He rose carefully, trying not to disturb her. Moving to her night stand, he pumped out a handful of gel. It was cool and soothing on his cock. He stood fisting himself, staring down at her. She was beautiful in her sleep. He stifled a moan as he stroked faster. He watched as her eyes slowly fluttered open and sexy smile played across her lips. "What a magnificent sight to wake up to." she sighed. "You are so sexy when you do that."
"Sexy. Right." he rolled his eyes sarcastically.
"Very sexy." she moaned, reaching for him.
Still stroking, he moved out of her reach. "No. You rest. I've got this." His face was serious as he massaged his cock.
"Okay." she smiled. "But kneel over me. I want to watch you and I want you to come on my breasts."
Shaking his head in disbelief at her request, he climbed onto the bed and placed his knees on either side of her body. Grabbing the lube, he pumped some more into his hand and begin to stroke his aching cock. He stared down at her, amazed to see lust in her eyes.
She licked her lips and moaned. "Oh God Hotch, you look so fucking sexy doing that. It turns me on so much watching you fisting that big cock."
Hotch blushed crimson and continued stroking, staring down at her.
"I don't know what you're blushing about Agent Hotchner. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. My fantasies never did you justice. The real you is so much bigger, so much better."
"Shhhh. You're embarrassing me." He said softly, but Emily heard the hint of pride in his voice.
Reaching behind him she slowly traced circles on his ass cheeks with her fingers. He moaned and ran his hand up and down his cock faster and harder. He was beginning to pant.
"Sounds like your getting ready to shoot hot come all over me?"
Staring into her eyes, he nodded his head. She glanced down, he had increased his fisting on his cock. He directed his cock downward, towards her body, and was milking it hard.
Placing her hand tenderly on his balls, she whispered "Come for me, Aaron."
He groaned and his body convulsed. She smiled as his hot come splashed on her breast and stomach. When he was finished he crashed down on the bed next to her.
"That was so fucking sexy." she moaned.
"Shhh." he said into the pillow. "Go back to sleep it's too early to be awake."
Emily woke slowly. She glanced at Aaron, he was curled on his side, sound asleep. Emily glanced down at herself, his come had dried flaky on her breasts and stomach. She started a little when Aaron moaned and suddenly turned on his back. Staring at his face, she could see that he was still deeply asleep. His eyes were moving rapidly under his lids. He was dreaming. She glanced at his waist. The sheet was tented by a huge erection. Fascinated, she carefully removed the sheet, uncovering his naked body.
Staring, she realized that his overwhelming need to come was causing him to have a wet dream. She wondered what he was dreaming about. It didn't take long, she watched in amazement as his cock seemed to get even harder, it twitched once and ejaculate erupted out of the tip, landing on his stomach and chest. Emily had never seen anything like it, she rolled over onto her side and begin to rub the come into his taut stomach.
Opening his eyes, he turned his head to look at her. "Hi." he said.
"Hi." she whispered, still rubbing his stomach.
He glanced down at himself. Touching the sticky fluid still wet on his chest he asked. "Is this from before?"
"No." she said in an awed whisper. "I just watched you have a wet dream."
"I did?" he asked. "I haven't had one of those since I was twelve." he muttered.
"What were you dreaming about?" she asked.
He rolled over onto his side, facing her, "I don't remember. But it had to be about you." he said, reaching up to tuck a wisp of hair behind her ear.
"Me? Why?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Because Emily." he said in his most patient voice. "You're the only person I ever dream about."
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