Every Me And Every You - Thirty
Instead of going back to Spencer’s like you normally would, for once you went back to yours.
You didn’t have any clothes or toiletries at Reid’s, you hadn’t wanted to make things weird by leaving the odd thing at his so you always made sure you packed everything back up.
Spencer had been inside your apartment a few times before, but never inside your bedroom. You led him in there almost straight away, him looking around and taking in the room.
“So this is where you sleep… ” he commented.
You giggled, replying, “Generally.”
“And where other stuff happens?”
He sat down on your bed, kicking his shoes off.
“I’ll be right back okay. I’m just gonna go…. Erm, clean up again quickly. Do you want a drink or anything.”
“Just some water. Where have you put the things I bought you?”
“Top drawer, bedside cabinet.” You left the room as he moved to the drawer, you wondering what exactly he was planning.
Heading into your bathroom, you stripped your panties off and discarded them into the laundry hamper, filling the sink with warm soapy water. You couldn’t be bothered to shower again so you just ran a flannel between your legs, making sure to remove the last of the residue from earlier, feeling cleaner.
Leaving off your underwear, you pulled your dress back down and went back to your bedroom, grabbing two bottles of water as you went.
Spencer had lit the candles that you kept in the room and had turned off the over head light. The room was still light enough to be able to still clearly see, and you spotted him sitting on your bed, at the bottom end, leaning against the foot board. In front of him were two objects.
Placing the water bottles on the bedside table, you turned.
“No,“ you told him, seeing the purple silicone object on your bedspread.
“Yes. I have strikes to cash in from before remember. I’m cashing them.”
He leant over slightly so that he could touch you, trailing his hand up your leg. “I have to say Snow, I like these sock like stocking things you’re wearing. You can leave them on. But the dress needs to come off.”
“The dress can come off. But I’m not doing it. If you want me to use it so badly, then you use it on me.”
He pulled at the hem of your dress, signalling for you to remove it. You did, remaining in just your bra, choker and socks.
“I will be, in a way. I’ll be telling you what to do. Now climb onto the bed and lie down.”
“Y/N, call it if you really don’t want to. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to, I’d hope that you know that by now.”
You did, he was right. If you truly didn’t want to do this, you could tell him. It wasn’t like you didn’t get yourself off regularly anyway, you just always stuck to the outside. You guessed you could at least give it a try.
You crawled on the bed, discarding your bra as you went and lay down.
Spencer positioned himself so that he was lying across the foot of the bed, his head propped up on his hands. He had a very clear view.
“So we can’t just go straight in with it, we need to get you ready. I want you to start running your hands over your body, feeling yourself, touching yourself.” His voice was low and persuasive, sexy and soft but with a hint of assertiveness.
Letting your hands trail over your torso, you followed his instructions; tickling and teasing your skin with your fingertips, carresing the tops of your thighs, massaging your chest.
“Wet a finger and use it on your nipple, Y/N.”
Again you did as he asked, sucking a finger into your lips and swirling your tongue around it, before bringing your hand to your breast and using your slick finger to circle a nipple, teasing it, the sensation going straight to your core. You flicked lightly, then using your thumb and forefinger to tug and pinch, your lips parting.
“Let your other hand do what ever feels right now, Y/N.”
Okay so that wasn’t a very specific instruction so you did what you’d normally do. You let the other hand move to your groin, letting your hand dip between your thighs, spreading them. You flicked your eyes to Spencer, seeing him watching intently as you ran your hand over your centre, finding your clit and starting to circle it slowly, your other hand still on your breast.
He allowed you to work for a few minutes, gasps leaving your throat every so often.
“Feel inside yourself Snow, just allow one finger to slip in, feel how wet you are.”
Not thinking too much about what you were doing, you allowed your finger to drag down the centre of your lips, finding the opening and gently pushing inside yourself, only met with a small amount of resistance as you curled you wrist to allow for a better angle, feeling how wet you were.
“Think you can fit another one in there?”
You did as he asked, groaning a little as you wriggled two fingers inside yourself, the silky fluid of your arousal coating them as you spread your legs wider, feeling for that dimpled patched of flesh along your inner wall.
You moaned as your fingers pressed against it, gently pumping them, curling them on it and then retracting slightly, repeating the motion. Spencer moved on the bed, and you heard a soft squirting noise and the felt his hand on your wrist, pulling you away from yourself.
Stopping with both hands, you awaited his next instructions. He handed you the purple silicone sex toy, it slick with lubricant.
“Just run it around the outside to begin with Snow, drag it over your clit, your opening. Get used to it.” His voice was still low, almost a whisper.
You moved the toy over your outer lips, rubbing it over your sensitive nerve. You could feel the silicone give slightly when pressure was applied, but not much. For the most part it was robust.
“When you’re ready push the tip inside. You don’t have to go far. The majority of the sensitive nerve endings are in the first third of your vagina.”
Closing your eyes, you placed the toy against your entry and pushed gently.
This was much bigger than the two of your fingers together. It didn’t have the same feeling as when you were penetrated with an actual penis, it was different. Not bad different, just…. different.
“When you’re comfortable starting moving it. Just little thrusts, you can rock it back and forth rather than in and out, whatever feels best.” His voice was starting to crack and croak. He was turned on, you could recognise it, his breathing becoming heavier as he watched you.
Knowing you were arousing him gave you encouragement and you gripped the toy tightly, adjusting the angle slightly and moving it in and out.
“Fuck Snow. I’m rock hard watching you do this. This will be replayed in my brain for a long time.”
Opening your eyes you glanced to the end of the bed, seeing he was palming himself over his pants. Christ, that was hot.
You moaned at the visual, his hand stroking up and down over.
“You’re watching me Spencer… Oh…. Ugh…. Let me watch you. Please.” You thrust the toy a little deeper, it hitting against your g-spot.
“I give the instructions here Snow. But seeing as you asked so nicely….”
He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his briefs off and on to the floor, discarding his mismatched socks as he went. Removing his shirt so that he was completely nude, he resumed his position; placing his hand to his groin and gripping his length, he began to slowly stroke.
You pumped the toy harder, the tip moving against the sensitive flesh inside you, your breathing quickening. The toy was now covered with your own juices as well as the lubricant.
“Use your other hand Snow, play with your clit.”
Oh god… If you started with your clit again you’d be coming in no time, especially hearing the groans coming from Spencer as he watched you intently, his teeth grazing his lip as his pumped his cock.
You added in your other hand, rubbing against your throbbing nerve endings, daring to go that little bit deeper with the toy. Your hips lifted off the bed as light-headedness started to overtake you, the telltale tremble in your legs settling in.
Moving the object faster, back and forth, in and out, your fingertips working frantically on your clit, you started to come, moaning out Spencer’s name and stars bursting inside your head.
“Spencer…. Oh fuck….. Oh god…. Yes… Yes…. Ahhh…oh shit…. ”
You finished loudly and quickly, feeling quick movement from the foot of the bed, a hand grasping your wrists and pulling the toy from you.
“I need to be inside you.” Reid gave his explanation, adjusting himself between your thighs, pulling your socked legs up and over his shoulders as he pushed himself into your slit, filling you with an altogether different sensation.
Leaning forward onto his hands, he began his thrusts, the position you were in allowing him deep inside.
The orgasm you’d just finished reignited and your gasps and whines started back up again as you dragged your hands down his back.
No longer than sixty seconds and you were coming again, without any clitoral stimulation this time, the feeling different but still euphoric. The feeling of your walls tightening and clenching around him had Spencer coming moments later, lowering your legs and crashing on top of you when he done.
You lay there together panting, trying to catch your breaths.
“That was one of the most sexiest and beautiful things I’ve watched, Y/N. That is definitely happening again tonight. And yes, that is a command.”
“ ‘kay…. Break first. Dying here…. ”
He chuckled at you, planting a kiss on your breast and rolling off.
Handing you the water, he agreed. “ Break first.”