You Bet
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, I am making no profit from the writing of this fic.
smacky30is the best beta and a better friend. I messed with this after she went over it, so all mistakes are mine.
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“You couldn’t do it.” She wasn’t even trying to challenge him; the statement was flat and sure.
“The hell I couldn’t,” his tone, in contrast, was full of challenge and even more sure than hers. He was, however, unsure of how discussing his new book had evolved into a discussion on light bondage, control and the giving up of said control, before turning very, very personal.
Emily pursed her lips, then smiled sweetly. “So,” she placed the rough draft of chapter five on the table in front of her, “you’re saying,” she stood “you could,” and walked over to him, “let me have my way with you, do whatever I wanted,” she straddled him, “kiss you” she ran her hands up his arms, “touch you,” her breath blew across his face, “and you could keep your hands entirely to yourself? Without any restraints?”
“Yes, I could.” He smirked as his hands grasped her hips. “Not saying it would be easy, but, yeah, I could do it.”
Emily leaned forward and kissed him, drawing his lower lip lightly between her teeth, holding it for just a moment and releasing. “Really?” She soothed her tongue over the slight indentation her teeth had left.
“Really.” One of his hands braced against her back, urging her forward.
Wriggling closer to him, rubbing just perfectly, she laughed. “You are so wrong.” Her hands went to his shoulders and she kissed him again, open mouthed, her tongue stroking against his.
Humming when the kiss broke, his lips sought the delicate skin of her throat. “I think you’re the one that’s wrong.” He licked the notch at the base of her throat, loving the way her head fell back. “I like everything you do for me.”
“Oh, I know you like to be touched, Dave.” Raising her head to kiss the corner of his mouth, she reached down to the hand at her hip and captured his wrist. “But you also like to touch.” Guiding his hand up under her blouse, she wriggled again.
His fingers slid over the warm skin of her stomach and side, up to cup her breast. “Oh, I like all of it, Emily. I like to taste you and touch you and kiss you and fuck you.” She ground against him as his thumb rubbed against her nipple through her bra. “I’m not denying that, not at all. But that’s not the question. The question is if I have enough self control to not touch you; I maintain I do.”
“And I,” she nipped at his earlobe, “say you don’t.”
“All right.” His tone was a mixture of amusement and arousal. ”Want to see who’s right?”
“Oh, David,” somehow she managed to sound disappointed while her tongue trailed down his neck. “David, I know who’s right. You just have to be shown, that’s all.”
He was grinning; Emily had many facets, but this absolute confidence was something he had never seen from her before. It was almost a shame he was going to prove her wrong. But, he had a feeling it was also going to be a helluva a lot of fun.
She drew back and looked at him, her eyes were half closed, her lips parted and wet. God, she was sexy. “Care to make it interesting?”
His eyebrows climbed into his forehead. “I think it’s already pretty damn interesting. What constitutes interesting to you, Prentiss?”
Shaking her bangs out of her eyes, she smiled. “How about a little wager?”
Grinning even wider, he shook his head, “Can’t take your money, Em. It’s a sucker’s bet.”
“I’m not talking money,” she rubbed her nose along his cheek, her voice throaty and smoky and he wondered how he had gotten so damn lucky. “How about something else?” He felt the movement of her lips against his face as she spoke.
Not sure if he should be amused or suspicious, he queried warily, “Like what?”
“Well,” she drew back and looked at him again, “my college roommate is getting married in two weeks. I need a date for the wedding.”
He groaned. “Prentiss, you know I hate weddings. No.”
“Well, it was probably a bad plan to use all of your tolerance for them up on your own weddings, then wasn’t it?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Besides, you’re so sure you can do it, it’s not like you’ll actually have to go, is it?” She gave a slight roll of her hips and he groaned again, but for a very different reason. “If you can do it and I lose the bet, I’ll ask Morgan to go with me.”
“The hell you will,” he grumbled, his fingers tracing down her spine, caressing each vertebrae as he went. “When you lose, you’ll ask Reid to go with you.”
“Reid?” Her lips quirked and he wasn’t sure whether it was from horror or humor. “You want me to take Reid as a date? To a wedding where my college roommate is marrying one of my old boyfriends?”
His eyes narrowed. “You neglected to supply that last piece of information. All the more reason for you to have to take Reid. And,” his fingers splayed over the warm flesh of her back, “you’ll go hunting with me.”
No mistaking that look; definitely horror. “Rossi, why in God’s name would you want me to go hunting with you?”
He shrugged. “I’m not going to make a bet based solely on a wedding I didn’t even know about until five minutes ago. And,” he looked at her severely, “I want to make sure doubting me hurts when you have to pay up.”
Her lips pursed. “You are completely ruthless.” She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against him, her fingers scratching through the hair at his temples where it turned from dark to grey. “That’s very sexy.”
He was well aware she was being deliberately provocative and he didn’t mind a bit. “So, do we have a deal?”
Moving back slightly, she gave him a slow, sexy smile. “You bet.”
***
It didn’t take five minutes for him to decide that making this bet had been a spectacularly bad idea. He didn’t doubt he would win, but still a spectacularly bad idea. She’d preceded him up the stairs while he shut down the computer and locked up for the night. When he’d arrived in the bedroom he had his first inkling that Emily Prentiss was out for blood.
The covers had been pulled back, the two bedside lamps glowed on their lowest setting and the ceiling fan was making slow circuits, lightly stirring the air. The perfume she only wore away from work scented the room and he groaned as he removed his boots. She had been wearing it the first time they made love and it still drove him a little crazy when he smelled it, a fact Emily knew well.
Unbuttoning his shirt, he directed a complaint to the ribbon of light emerging from the barely open door of the master bath. “You’re trying to make this as hard as possible, aren’t you?”
Her laugh floated out, throaty and confident. “Pun intended?”
Feeling the corner of his lip kick up, he removed his shirt. “Pun or no pun, you’re trying to make it as hard as possible.”
“Well,” her voice was slightly muffled and he heard the clink of something tap against the porcelain of the sink, “that’s sort of the point, isn’t it?” A drawer slid open; she had a drawer in the bathroom, two drawers in the bedroom and approximately three feet of closet space. Hardly cohabitation, but he liked seeing her things in his home. The drawer slid closed. “Want to go ahead and forfeit?”
“Hell no.” He pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it and his dress shirt in the hamper. “After you lose, I’ll even let you go double or nothing,” he called over his shoulder.
“Rossi, what would be double taking Reid as a date to Cheryl’s wedding?” There was a gushing sound as the water turned on. It stopped after just a few seconds.
“Double would be the night before Reid takes you to the wedding,” he tossed one sock into the hamper, “I’ll give you a huge, very visible hickey.” The other sock followed.
Her laugh was genuinely amused. “I had no idea you were such an evil genius.”
“It’s a gift,” he intoned. He turned to say something else and promptly forgot to breathe.
He’d seen part of her ensemble before, a black satin bra with a bit of lace edging and a pair of black silk panties so brief he could only figure their sole purpose was to drive him insane. He may have seen the shoes before, he wasn’t quite sure; she had several pairs of black high heels and they all did amazing things to her already amazing legs. The garter belt and stockings, though, he had most definitely not seen before.
One hand was resting casually against the door jamb, her other rested on her cocked hip.
“Damn,” he breathed, walking towards her, unconsciously raising a hand.
“Uh, uh, uh,” she shook her head. “No touching.”
His eyebrows twitched and his hand dropped.
Spectacularly bad idea.
His eyes swept over her hungrily, suspicion warring with desire. “Exactly how long have you been planning this ambush, Prentiss?”
“Oh, this isn’t an ambush, Dave.” She made a sweeping gesture indicating the lingerie. “I’ve had these tucked away for a special occasion for awhile.” Tilting her head coquettishly, she smiled at him. “I decided this was special.”
“You’re not playing fair,” he grumbled, but his eyes lingered on her legs, the curve of her hips.
Pushing off the door, she came toward him. “And you’re welcome to give up at any time,” she spread her arms wide in an inviting gesture and he wondered if she was aware how it caused the tops of her breasts to crest over the cups of her bra, “and then you can touch all you want.”
“Not happening, Prentiss.” He shook his head. “Good thing Spencer has time to get his good suit pressed.” His eyes warmed a path up her body. “You do think he has a good suit, don’t you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Rossi, trust me, if I’m standing in your bedroom dressed like this, Spencer Reid is the last thing on my mind.”
“Good to know,” he nodded, watching carefully as she moved so close to him the lace of her bra brushed his bicep.
“To clarify,” her warm breath ghosted across his ear, “the rules are simple.” Her fingers danced delicately across his clavicle. “I can do anything I want but you have to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Got it.”
“Good.” Pressing completely up against him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, with sweet, wet heat.
He had to override every instinct he had not to immediately wrap his arms around her.
Spectacularly bad idea.
Helluva a lot of fun.
With a light touch that could only be described as flirty, she rubbed a finger along the waistband of his jeans. “I don’t think you’ll be needing these.”
Shaking his head, he began to shed his jeans and boxers. Prentiss, this sexy and confident, was a sight to behold; of course, Prentiss in that outfit was a sight to behold, too. His eyes moved back to the long lean lines of her body, lingering on her stockinged legs. Dumping the remainder of his clothes in the hamper, he paused for a moment just to appreciate the view. It was a hell of a turn on just knowing this beautiful, vibrant woman wanted him.
When she approached, he lost his view, but gained the feel of her warm skin against his body. Smiling, she rubbed her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, then back up again. It was difficult to fall into the sensation of her long cool fingers against his skin yet continue to remind his hands not to grab for her. Judging by the slight tilt to her lips, Emily seemed to sense his thoughts. She slid her hands against his neck and he realized the difference in height between his bare feet and her heels made her slightly taller than him, a perfect situation for sex standing up. His brain immediately supplied an image of pinning her to the wall and fucking her hard. He suppressed a groan and clamped down on the thought immediately. This was going to be hard enough without his imagination (his overly active imagination where Emily Prentiss was concerned) making things more difficult for him.
“Something wrong Dave?” Her fingers were busy, moving through his hair, tracing an ear, stroking along the edge of his jaw, smoothing through his beard.
Putting on his blandest expression, he shook his head. “No, everything’s good.”
“Oh,” she breathed against his face, pulling herself closer to his body, pushing herself against him, his cock pressed between them. “That’s good.” Lightly, delicately, she ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips, then, she kissed his lower lip with just the barest brush of her lips. She wiggled her hips a little and his cock got a little harder while his resolve got a little softer. Until she spoke, and her voice was a purr, but it also had an unmistakable challenge. “You can give in any time and we can do anything you want. Want to call it off?”
He had the feeling she was laughing at him, and that piqued him a little. Dave liked sex, especially with Emily; he liked it a lot. But it wasn’t exactly as if she led him around by his prick. This wasn’t going to be easy, because he did like to touch; as a matter of fact, touching Emily was one of his favorite pastimes. But it wasn’t like this was going to be painful or unpleasant, either. He could do it. “Not on your life, Prentiss.”
Emily looked incredibly pleased with his answer. Or did she look incredibly pleased with herself? “Good.” Then, she pressed her mouth to his, wet and wide open, a demanding combination of lips and tongue, spine tingling, mind numbing and erotic. Her fingers wound into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp with her nails and she pressed closer and closer, warm skin and skin warmed silk.
When she pulled back from the kiss, he was aware of his increased heart rate, the sound of his own breathing in the room and the utter frustration of his empty hands curled at his sides. The tilt of her head was playful and teasing, but he knew she wasn’t unaffected. Her voice was husky when she inclined her head towards the bed. “Why don’t you get in bed, Dave?”
He climbed on to the bed, positioning himself in the middle, never taking his eyes from Prentiss’s curves and lines, watching her as she looked at him with open want. Damn, she was gorgeous, but she wasn’t going to win this bet.
The thing was, they were good together, good to each other and for each other. And, yeah, he knew it was gonna be hard as hell not to run his hands all over her body, not feel her breast resting against his palm, not hold her head while he kissed her, not grasp her hips and drive deep into her.
But what he had going for him was not his strength, but Prentiss’s weakness: patience has never been her strong suit, at least not in the bedroom. It’d been a running joke between the two of them since they’d been sharing a bed. As with everything, Prentiss was very driven, goal oriented and him? Well, Dave was about the means as much as the ends.
Helluva a lot of fun.
Though when she shed her shoes and joined him on the bed almost immediately, he was a little surprised she was moving that fast. There was a wager in the balance, after all, and Emily did not like to lose any more than he did.
Then she straddled his thighs and he could tell from the way her panties shifted slickly between the two of them that she was already incredibly wet. Breathing in sharply, she leaned forward, bowing over him, and pressed her index finger into his mouth. It wasn’t something she’d ever done before, but he figured she was going to need something to stimulate her, to substitute for his touch. So, he used his tongue, licking and sucking the digit, watching her eyes drift closed and the flush beginning to color her neck and chest. After just a moment, she pulled back to a sitting position. She finagled her hand inside her bra and pulled her breast out, over the edge of the cup, and using the moist finger she had just pulled from his mouth, stroked across the nipple, wriggling against his legs a little.
Fuck.
Spectacularly bad idea.
He watched as she reacted to her own touch, arching slightly, fighting to keep her eyes open. Realizing he was in a fucking lot of trouble his eyes followed the path of the fingers of her other hand as they stroked across her stomach, slid over the top of the garter belt and slipped into her panties.
Releasing a slow breath that really came out as a low moan, she met his gaze. “I think I should probably go ahead and get this first one out of the way.” She gave him a slow smile. “Take the edge off, you know?”
Fuck.
Her hand moved behind the silk and he wanted to see, wanted to grab the smooth material and pull it away, wanted to watch her fingers as she touched herself, see what she was doing to herself that made her squirm like that. His hands were off the bed before he caught himself. Realizing his mistake, he dropped them back to the bed and grabbed great handfuls of the sheets instead. But now she was rocking rhythmically against him, her stockings causing every nerve ending in his thighs to catch fire. The smell of her was drifting up into the air and he watched the shadow of her fingers moving nearly frantically, making the silk ghost and dance as she gave breathy little moans that made his cock twitch.
It didn’t last long, she didn’t stretch it out, but that made it no less torturous or beautiful. He stared as she flushed deeper and he could see the nipple still encased in her bra harden against the fabric and he itched to feel it against his palm, to stroke his thumb across it. Moaning, he drank in the sight of her arching under her own hand, heard her gasp his name when he wasn’t even fucking touching her, felt the tremble of her body against his legs as she clenched, keening, then slid down against him, trapping his throbbing cock between their bodies.
He gripped the sheets harder.
After her breathing evened out somewhat, she gave a sigh and smiled at him. “That was nice.”
He gritted his teeth and refrained from answering but she simply smiled more. Rising up and balancing on his thighs again, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra, pulled it slowly down, off her arms and dropped it off the side of the bed. His eyes blazed over her, touching her where his hands couldn’t, wanting to burn the sight of her into his mind, not trusting himself to speak.
Stretching out over him, sliding against him she kissed him; her mouth covered his, her lips moved against his, pressing heatedly before deepening the kiss. Her tongue entered his mouth and lazily stroked against his, meeting and matching with raw and naked hunger. Pulling back, she pressed a kiss to his chin, then his neck, then down his chest and he understood with startling clarity what she was planning to do and he let go of the sheet, grabbing the bottom of the headboard instead. She hummed a laugh against his nipple, raking her fingers lightly through his chest hair and worked her mouth down his chest and over his stomach, her bare breasts pressing against his flesh as she skimmed down his body.
The first touch of her mouth on his dick caused him to bite out a harsh, “Fuck,” at the simple kiss to the head. She laughed, shook her hair back and licked, once, twice, three times, as she gripped the base of his cock with her hand. Then she took him in her mouth, sliding her lips over him, her mouth moving down as her hand moved up. Dave wondered, with the few remaining brain cells he had that were not completely focused on the warm, wet pull of her mouth on his prick, if it was possible to fracture his fingers from gripping the headboard so hard. Then she cupped his balls with her free hand and fuck, he wasn’t thinking at all except to keep reminding himself not to let go no matter how much he wanted to bury his hands in her hair, push it back from her face so he could see the way she looked with his cock in her mouth.
Her hand and her mouth were working in a counter rhythm, and the wet sounds from the slurping bobs of her head were climbing straight up his spine. He could feel his muscles begin to clench and then he was fighting not only against touching her but against thrusting into her mouth, as well.
She must have felt the tension coiling in him, too. Pulling her mouth off of him with an obscenely wet sound, she started pumping him slowly, firmly but so slowly, much slower than she had been sucking him. He was wet from her mouth and her leisurely deliberate strokes were maddening.
The top of his head was going to come off, he was sure of it.
But then she was shimmying out of her panties and straddling him again, pressing her sultry heat against his cock. She was so wet, he was going to go insane with it.
Jesus.
Balanced on him, she rolled her hips against him and his prick bumped her clit. Every nerve in his body felt like it had live current being fed to it and the way she was rubbing against him, riding him with excited little yips and moans just kept the ramping the feeling up. She felt so good against him, but it wasn’t enough, there wasn’t enough friction against his cock and when she reached up to cup her own breasts he decided he had reached his limit.
His hands shot out; one grabbed her hip and the other went around her back as he sat up, kissing her hard and rolling them at the same time. They were both panting and she reached for him, all teasing gone as she guided him inside her. Twin groans floated up as he slid forward, all the way into her.
“Dave, god, Dave.” She sounded a little frantic as she wrapped her legs around him and he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her stocking clad legs twined around him.
Somehow it was a revelation every damn time how good it felt to be inside of her. He rested on his knees, his forehead pressed to hers, and both of his hands running over her arms, over her back, her shoulders, touching as much of Emily as he possibly could. There was a part of him that could have held like that for longer, but she was pumping her hips up against him slightly and he knew there would be another time for lazy and slow. Right now, he needed her and she needed him and the more she rocked against him the more feverish and frenzied he felt.
It hadn’t been his intention to go crazy right away, but every time he thrust into her and she gave her little needy cry, he went a little more insane with need and each movement into her was a little deeper, a little faster. But she was really the one setting the pace, arching up into him, meeting him, matching him, pushing him higher and always there with another push of her hips against his. They were gasping and panting and sweating. She was crying an endless loop of “Dave, yes, Dave” against his neck and he thought she might really be crying but his body was not going to let him stop, because this, this, this…it was what they both needed and he was fucking never going to go without touching her again.
They were both frantic, then overcome with the sensations and he wasn’t sure how he was going to live through this. Every muscle in his body was tightening up and he felt her tensing beneath him; he tried to work a hand between them to rub her clit, but she tightened her arms around him, arched up hard against him and cried out, clenching so hard she was shaking. He figured he was good to let go then and he did, pumping into her furiously, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting until everything inside his brain went white and blank and his body tensed all over and released completely.
Emily was hauling in breaths like she had been trapped under water and he doubted he sounded much better. But that didn’t stop him from kissing her over and over again…mouth, lips, cheeks, eyelids, forehead and his hands stroked over every bit of reachable skin, until he realized he was probably crushing her and he rolled onto his back, hauling her with him.
“Remind me,” he rumbled out, “to buy your friend a nice wedding gift.”
He felt her smile against his shoulder. “I already got her a full place setting of the world’s ugliest china.”
Humming, he turned his head and kissed the top of her head. “Still feel like I should get her something after tonight.”
Emily laughed and snuggled closer, her tone teasing as she spoke. “Funny, I never pictured you as a gracious loser.”
His arm tightened around her. “I think I won.”