HAPPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYY CELIA! YOU'RE AN AWESOME WRITER AND AN EVEN COOLER FRIEND! Here's the last part of the story that Ms. Celia asked for. Hope you guys like it!

Emily woke up for the second time that night when she felt a tongue tracing patterns along her stomach. She moaned and her fingers blindly gripped the short strands of his hair tightly. She moaned loudly again which caused Reid to stir in his sleep and open his eyes and smile at the sight before him.

"Buckle up baby," Hotch whispered against her stomach while blowing on the patterns his tongue just made on her stomach. "This is going to be one amazing ride." He had just finished the sentence then he moved his body up, cupping her breast in one hand and lifting it to his descending mouth. Reid followed suit, sliding her other nipple against his tongue. He glided gentle fingers over the curve of her hip to counteract the tingle of hard pulls and nipping teeth he knew they were both unleashing on her nipples.

Emily gasped, back arching. She reached a fist into Reid's hair and she held Hotch and Reid against her breasts. Reid reveled in the little sting on his scalp, her fingers clutching at him. Reluctantly, they both lifted their heads from the perfection of Emily's breasts. Hotch looked at her and smiled, if he had his way, there could be a lifetime so doing that to her.

At the loss of their touch, Emily moaned, the sound small and pleading. Reid risked a glance at her breasts. He swallowed. Her nipples were already deep red, visibly swollen and so damn hard.

Emily sat up, she pushed Hotch back onto his back and kneeled before him. Her gaze locked onto Hotch's and he bit his lip. He knew what was coming and he was excited. Seeing that their gaze never broke from one another's kicked Reid with a jolt of lust. Then he sighed. Guess that settled the question on who would partake of Emily's silken mouth first.

Hotch stroked his erection, as if he couldn't stand another minute without stimulation. Reid related to that. He grimaced as he adjusted himself, sat behind Emily and touched his hands to her bare hips, then roamed her soft flesh. Reid couldn't keep his hands from wandering, across her hip, around to her belly, up to her breast. He flicked his thumbs across her pebbled nipples. Still hard. He'd love to know exactly how wet she was.

Emily reached out and grabbed Hotch's hard flesh in her hand. Up, up…until she clasped the tip, ran her thumb across the head. Hotch groaned so loud, his entire chest rumbled with sound. Emily moved her hand up and down, then repeated the process, faster, coordinating her movements a bit more. Emily was stroking him with more vigor, watching Hotch's face as those dark eyes slid shut and he tilted his head back in brilliant pleasure.

Hotch's eyes slid back open and their gazes locked again. "Now!" Hotch demanded.

"Say please," she taunted.

"Fuck!"

"Wrong word…" Emily shot him a saucy smile.

Hotch swallowed. His fists tightened at his sides as he drew in a bracing breath. "Please."

The word sounded gritty and unused but it worked for Emily. Slanting one last challenging glance up at Hotch, she put her hands on his hips and leaned in. Tilting around her, Reid watched with both raging need and envy as Hotch's cock entered her mouth, cushioned by her slick tongue. He slid in, more and more of his length disappearing into the depths of her mouth.

God, the sight alone was killing him. Hotch's long moan vibrated pleasure in his gut. His desire multiplied. He could only imagine how amazing Emily felt.

When she'd taken as much of Hotch as she could, she drew back and repeated the process, taking another inch. Hotch let loose another groan, clutching at her hands as they held him steady. Emily's cheeks hollowed on the next upward stroke. And the one after. Hotch gritted his teeth.

"Fighting the urge already?" Reid asked him with a smirk.

"Shut up." Hotch had barely managed to choke out the words. Emily was getting to him—fast.

"Go a little slower, make him suffer." Reid whispered against Emily's neck. Emily did exactly as he said, fondling Hotch's testicles, which were drawing up towards his body with every sweet suck of her mouth. Even watching them made breathing damn hard. Reaching out with a blind fist, Hotch grabbed Emily by the hair. Reid nearly stopped him but she moaned—and not in pain.

Hotch groaned, as if lending credence to Reid's assertion. His thighs tensed. His fist tightened in Emily's hair. "Holy…I can't stop it."

Supporting the thick stalk between Hotch's legs with one hand, Emily eased up on him and dragged her teeth across the head. The sight even had Reid hissing.

"Shit…Emily!"

Emily sucked Hotch deep and hard, and Hotch roared, tossing back his head and shouting out in ecstasy, the sound rumbling around the room, echoing off the ceiling. She swallowed the load he shot into her mouth. Reid watched her swollen mouth and throat work. Need and envy shot through him. God she was beautiful and amazing. Slowly Hotch pulled away. Emily moaned as she continued to lick him, as if not quite ready to let go.

Hotch sat up and grabbed Emily's hips and nudged her up, and over his face. "I have to taste you," he muttered.

The moment her thighs bracketed Hotch's head, he lifted his mouth to her wet cunt, and delivered an open-mouthed assault. He clasped her hips and threw his entire torso into the intimate kiss. A strangled moan ripped from Emily's chest, and she reached out for something, someone to steady her.

On wobbly legs, Reid rose and made his way to the bed to watch them. He'd join soon, but watching Emily come apart a little more with every lash of Hotch's tongue, and now he could see, every demanding swish of his fingers inside her, made Reid beyond hot.

Hotch turned his head to nip at Emily's thigh. "The vibe."

It took Reid a moment after hearing the snarled words to realize what Hotch was saying. After a quick jog to the nightstand, Reid grabbed everything they'd need, prepped it, then headed back towards them. Emily, eyes closed, fair skin all rosy and covered with a thin sheen of moisture, nipples beckoning, looked like a goddess as she moaned and accepted every stroke of Hotch's talented tongue.

"Em, lean forward. Hands and knees."

Emily did and Hoch didn't miss a beat. Reid would guess, in fact, the new position brought new sensations, given the way Emily moaned.

Reid caressed her hip, peppered kisses up her back to whisper in her ear, "Just relax. I'll try to make this good for you. Tell me if it hurts."

She merely grabbed at the comforter in front of her and panted as if she couldn't get enough air. And he was about to drive her even closer to the brink. Parting her cheeks, he slowly began to insert a new vibrator in her ass, a larger one this time. About six inches, an inch in diameter. The vibe was halfway in when he began to sweat. Just watching it disappear into her body was setting him ablaze. He kept inserting, watching it slide deep, deeper. Almost to the hilt.

Suddenly, she arched, tensed and whimpered.

"Hurt?" he asked.

"A little." She could barely get the words out. "Just do it," she said in a shaky breath. Reid gently slid in the vibe the rest of the way. As she cried out, he flipped it on. Almost instantly, she gasped. Moments later, she began thrashing, grabbing for the comforter again.

"Oh, God…" Emily cried out.

"We know." Reid kissed her shoulder, settling on the edge of the bed in front of her, he eased her brown hair away from her rosy-cheeked face. Her dilated eyes settled right on his cock. Cupping her nape in his hands, he urged her forward. "Suck me."

Thankfully, she didn't have to be told twice. She lunged forward and damn near swallowed him whole. Reid sucked in a sharp breath. The rush of sensation sizzled up his cock, darting between his legs, shooting thick desire all through his body. Her head bobbed up and down as she took him nearly to the back of her throat, her eager tongue sliding over every sensitive spot he had and discovering a few he hadn't known about. She gripped his thighs and set a monster-fast pace that ensured he wasn't going to last long. But given the way she was moaning around his cock and the sounds of Hotch devouring her pussy, neither was she.

Emily laved Reid, her mouth enveloping him like heaven, her tongue providing a constant caress that urged him on and up. Desire swelled inside him, grew faster than he could assimilate. Breathing short circuited. He fisted his hands in her hair, trying to slow her down. Reid wanted to savor each slick flare of sensation, every searing tingle. Watching her with Hotch, then feeling the silken suction of her mouth for himself, knowing this was the first time he would come with the woman who could complete him.

Ecstasy burned in his gut and clawed up his cock, overwhelming and undeniable. Reid tried to stave it off—reciting recipes in his head, baseball scores—but only the shimmering heat of his skyrocketing need came through. The background music of Emily wailing with building pleasure told him she was about to orgasm in a big way.

Reid just couldn't hold the pleasure in anymore. The base of his spine tingled. His balls drew up. Oh, God. The heat was burning him, inch by inch up his cock. He erupted on a shout, loud and agonizing and gritty. And all the while, Emily's mouth worked on him, her frantic, uneven sucking drawing every ounce of pleasure out of him.

Drawing in a ragged breath, he pulled out of her mouth and found her gaze, unfocused, frenetic need tightening her face. Her heart beat wildly at the base of her neck. He reached around her and pumped the vibe in and out of her ass once, twice. Hugging his thighs, she clung and mewled out her satisfaction, body thrashing, convulsing with every ripple of pleasure dominating her. Her cry echoed and under her, he could hear the faint whispers of Hotch praising her reaction and her flavor.

As she came down, Reid extracted the vibe slowly. Emily moaned and crumpled to the ground at Hotch's side. She looked at him, eyes soft with something so womanly and profound. He couldn't place it, but the impact of that expression hit him square in the chest. Then she turned that expression on Hotch, but something in her eyes changed once her eyes hit him. Reid looked away he didn't want to think about it, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Emily place a hand on Hotch's chest and hoist herself up to kiss him sweetly on his lips.

Reid headed for the bathroom and Emily continued to focus on Hotch. "I have to be honest with you Hotch," she mumbled lightly as Hotch focused his eyes on her. "Both of you turn me on, but" she released a shaky breath, "I respond to you a lot more than I thought I would. A lot more than Reid. I mean, when you touch me Hotch, I melt. I've never felt this way with anyone. Ever."

Hotch stared at her, unsure of what to say. He felt the same way. He never acted the way he was tonight when he was with Haley. There was something about Emily that brought something out in him that no one else did. And if he was being honest he couldn't get enough of it. So instead of saying anything he grabbed her, thrusting his fingers into her hair, cupping her jaw, then dropped his head to ravage her mouth. With a little gasp, she opened to him, met his possessive kiss. Curling his tongue around hers, he breathed in her heat, swallowed her moan. He held her tight. And his brain began to shut down.

He had to taste her, be as close as possible. Deep, deep into her mouth. Her flavor knocked him on his ass. Then she molded her body against his, arched into him and pressed those sweet breasts right against his hard chest. He ran his hands slowly from her face down to her breasts and he ran his palms over the firm mounds. Not large, not small. Just right. And those nipples, hard. Always ready for his mouth.

Racing a pair of fingers through her slit, Hotch confirmed his suspicion. She was wet, very wet. Hard breathing , eyes dilated and begging, she gripped his shirt in desperate fists.

Gripping her thighs, he pulled them apart even farther. Hotch blanketed his body over hers. She drove him insane. His gaze sought hers. Found it. He had to touch her. He kissed her flat belly, dipped his tongue in her navel. She sucked in a breath. He got closer to her. She spread her legs wider, gaze still clinging to him. Silent, open, drowning in want.

Her nipples were hard. Standing up, thick and swollen. Irresistible. He swooped down and took one in his mouth. Devouring it. Just like candy, only better. He swiped his tongue over it, nipping the tender flesh when it hardened even more.

Emily panted, little whimpering sounds peppering the air as she curled her hands around his head, trying to get her fingers in his short hair and tug him closer.

"Hotch…" The note in her voice, pleading. It forced him to look up again. Her stare singed him.

He enveloped her hips in his hands, loving the way his palms nearly swallowed her, the way she was open to him, and he could see the wet welcoming cream of her pussy, her swollen folds. Taking himself in hand, he positioned his cock against her entrance. She scalded the head of his cock as he savored the moment before he'd push into her, make her his. Just as he was about to push into her, Reid walked back into the room, and the two froze in place.

Why they both suddenly felt guilty neither of them could figure out. Why did it matter if Reid walked in? Why did they feel like they were getting caught at something they shouldn't be doing? For some reason they had a feeling that it had to be the three of them for everyone to be fine, even though the only thing the two wanted at the moment was each other. No one else.

The two pulled away from each other and Reid sank to his knees before the bed. "Stay on the bed," he said softly to Emily.

Casting a challenging glance, Emily wriggled, rolling her hips and making a great show of getting comfortable. Then she primly crossed her legs, imitating her best ladylike posture. Hotch sat behind her and propped her up against his chest. Emily parted her legs enough for Reid and only Reid to see her all wet and swollen. He moaned, with his gazed fixated on her folds.

Emily felt Hotch's hand go in between his chest and her back as he gripped his cock in his hand. He began to slowly stroke every long inch. She loved having the power to drive the stern Hotch to such desire. And she wasn't close to done. Where the inner vixen had come from, she had no idea. But she wasn't about to put a stop to her right now. She was just getting started.

"You do want to touch me, don't you?" she asked Reid as he just sat there. She toyed with her own clit and gasped for effect.

"Do that again," he panted.

"I thought you were going to do it for me." The inner vixen goaded her into slipping her finger into her mouth and making quite a production of wetting the tip. With a feline smile, she dropped the wet digit to Reid's cock and rubbed the moisture all over the head, adding to the leakage seeping from the tip. He hissed, the tendons standing out in his neck as he fought for control.

"You're being naughty," Reid scolded.

"Me?" Emily was all innocent.

"Very. Touch yourself again Prentiss," Hotch growled in her ear.

Emily leaned back farther into Hotch's chest and she wiggled her ass and moaned, closing her eyes and licking her lips.

Reid's fingers wrapped around her thighs—not lightly. "Now!"

When his entire demeanor made her wet and the edge of fear zipped through her to create a thrill she didn't quite understand, what choice did she have? Canting her hips forward, she lowered her hand to her sex and rubbed her clit. Usually when she was alone she started in leisurely circles, spinning some fantasy in her mind. But tonight she had no reason to dream up some sexual circumstance. She was living it. And those slow circles? Yeah right. With two sets of burning eyes roaming every inch of her flesh, caressing hard nipples, smoothing over her abdomen, probing her pussy, slow circles were not possible.

Sensation mounted hard and fast and Emily manipulated her clit. Hotch tilted his head down and bit her shoulder.

"Stop."

Pleasure bubbled inside her, thick and roiling. Emily heard Reid speak. He said something she didn't want to hear, so she ignored him.

"I said stop." He grabbed her wrist.

She whimpered at the loss of stimulation but ceased because he forced her to. She blinked once, twice. His long fingers gripped her wrist with startling force. He released her hands slowly. "Slide off the bed, knees on the floor in front of me." Emily didn't think of teasing him. She simply complied. "Good," he praised as he gripped her hips and turned her away from him.

Emily felt his palm between her shoulder blades giving her a gentle push. "Lean forward and brace your elbows on the bed."

Swallowing hard, she did as Reid demanded. Reid handled her, caressing her hips, stroking her ass. He smoothed his palm over one of her cheeks. "You're so beautiful."

She moaned. His words, his touch, aroused her even more. Before she even knew what was happening, Emily felt his fingers probing her back entrance, spreading the cool lube in and around her puckered opening. She shivered. Reid caressed her cheeks gently, then parted them. "Relax. Remember to push down as I push in. You'll be fine. I'll make it good." He placed a tender kiss at the small of her back, and Emily knew he'd do everything in his power to give her pleasure, minimize the pain. She exhaled.

Then she felt him, slick and hard against her back entrance. He pushed in a fraction, and his head entered her. Pressure but not pain. Gripping her hips, Reid whispered. "Push down."

Emily did, gritting her teeth. He thrust once, twice, blocked by the ring of muscle there. He cursed, his fingers digging into her hips. She whimpered at the sharp edge of pain slicing into her.

Instantly, Hotch was there in front of her, on the bed. "Are you okay?"

"I need to push harder," Reid said.

She gave them both a shaky nod. Hotch gripped her hands. A slight withdrawal, a fresh grip on her hips and Reid surged forward, the head of his cock popping past the resistant ring of muscle. She gasped as pain burst, then slowly dissipated. Fullness took its place.

"The hard part is over, are you alright?" Reid croaked.

One glance at Hotch's face told her yes. Taut with pleasure and expectation, he loved it. The fact that she was submitting to Reid now both pleased and aroused Hotch and somehow that made it okay.

"I'm good." She nodded.

Reid shoved forward again, easing in another few inches. The pressure increased and she arched her back. He slid in another inch. She gasped. With a last, frantic grab of her hips and a growl, Reid thrust inside her ass to the hilt.

Hotch brushed her hair away from her face. "God, you look so sexy."Then he glanced up at Reid, and she could see that their eyes met over her back. "Fuck her."

Reid didn't answer, he simply drew back, all the way to the ring of muscle, then slid home. The friction made her gasp. She tossed her head back in pleasure. She arched her back a bit more. Reid slid deeper and hissed, digging his fingers into her hips. He fucked her harder. Hotch fisted his fingers through her hair and pulled slightly. Emily looked up and saw the pleading in his eyes. He took his cock in his hand and eased himself closer to her mouth.

She enveloped his cock. Reid's rhythm was now deep, slow and hard. Emily set her tempo the same. She knew Hotch liked it by all the sounds that were leaving his lips. She moaned around Hotch's cock and an explosion went through her body. She convulsed, her back rounding as rivers of white hot pleasure streamed through her body. Behind her Reid stiffened, gripping her hips again and let loose a guttural cry. She remembered she wasn't finished when Hotch reminded her by thrusting into her mouth.

Determined to share her bliss, she took him deep and slow, sucked hard, tongue swirling, teeth scraping. His hands made their way onto her face and cradled her. "God, Em." She wanted him to come, needed to know he felt the ecstasy too.

Reid withdrew from her backside, slowly, carefully. Emily moaned at the odd sensation of his withdrawal, of the ache of sudden emptiness. He leaned over her body and planted a kiss on her shoulder. "You keep amazing me."

She vaguely heard his words. At the moment she was too concerned with making Hotch come. She sucked him hard and he kept bucking into her mouth, slowly fucking it. She scrapped her teeth along his long thick stalk again then sucked hard and Hotch erupted into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and removed him from her mouth. She leaned up and kissed him on the lips. Hotch shoved his tongue into her mouth and tasted himself on hers. He let out a small moan, and she smiled against his lips.

Reid plopped down on the bed beside them and Emily licked her lips, and sent a sultry stare Reid's way and sucked his cock into her mouth, all the way into her throat. Stuck somewhere between placated and aroused, Reid settled in with groans and whispered encouragement. He began to fuck her mouth with measured lunges of his hips.

But Hotch wasn't content to watch. At all.

Still behind her, he covered her back with his chest and fondled her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and gently twisting. His hot breath on her neck made her shiver.

"Keep sucking him and feel me…here." Here turned out to be a wide palm covering her sex, the heel of his palm pressing right onto her clit. Her sex cramped with desire. Immediately she went from moist to dripping. With insistent hands, he spread her knees wider, and his fingers went to work.

"I can press you hard and nearly get you off," Hotch growled in her ear, "but the trick with you is a varied touch. A firm circle around your clit, then a soft swipe of my finger just barely over the top, so light you wonder if you imagined it. Right?" He demonstrated as he spoke. At her whimper, he continued on. "Then between two fingers, I'm going to trap this sweet little thing and rub the sides."

And he did. Emily gasped. A totally new sensation converged as he trapped his clit between his index and middle fingers and stroked the sides in a friction filled slide that ignited her all over. "Now I'll start at the beginning again and throw in lots of contact with the rest of that hot, dripping pussy…but not enough to get you off."

In the next three minutes, he proved how deadly effective his technique was. With a cry, she squirmed each time he changed the touch. Every time she knew she was a stroke or two shy of coming, he'd change his approach, let his fingers wander elsewhere—drive her insane. The more aroused Emily felt, the more voracious she was with Reid's cock. She moaned around his thick erection, swiping her tongue across the fat head, curling her fingers around the base and squeezing up. Then she teased the underside of his balls, traced her finger around the crown, rubbed her nipples across the surface.

"Where the hell did you learn all that?" he panted out.

She didn't answer. Answering would require her to take him out of her mouth. Hotch moved his hands again, changed the pressure of his touch, this time right across the ultrasensitive knot of her clit. A slow skim of flesh on flesh brought her closer to the edge than ever. A pass over the top, then another, then a third. Oh…the pleasure grew so intense, it damn near broke her apart. Now close to a thunderous orgasm, she gasped and jerked—and lost her grip on Reid's cock.

As she did Hotch eased off his electrifying touches, and tears of frustration seeped from the corner of her eyes.

"No!" she wailed.

"Yes," Reid countered, thrusting a gentle but insistent fist into her hair and forcing her to meet the hunger in his stare. "I can't wait to feel you around me when you come."

He gripped her hips and pulled her towards him, yanking her from Hotch's grip and straddled her right over his waiting erection. As Reid pulled her down, he arched his hips. In he slid, up, up, up. And suddenly Emily was filled to the brim with his incredibly hard flesh.

Long and loud, he groaned. And still he kept tunneling into her, steady and deep until she swore she could feel him at her tonsils. Sex this way definitely maximized the penetration. Above him, she whimpered, tensed, her thighs tightening to stop him from sinking inside anymore. They both came to her rescue.

Behind her, Hotch urged her back down onto Reid's cock with a line of teasing kisses across her shoulder. "I want to watch you come." Before she could even say anything, his fingers delved back into her wet folds, honing in on her begging clit.

Reid pressed home. Hotch pressed her hot button. Emily's cry became a moan as Reid ground against a sensitive spot deep inside her. Hotch teased with a flick of his fingers. They shoved her closer to heaven…before they both withdrew like some perfectly synchronized stunt show.

"Harder. Now. More!"

Gritting his teeth, Reid entered her again, slowly filling her, a torturous drag of the head of his cock over her g-spot. Emily gasped, clutching Reid's shoulders for support and so thankful for Hotch's anchoring arm around her waist as the sensations took her breathlessly upward. Then she rocketed into ecstasy, soaring and breathless. Emily shuddered, her body clutching at Reid still buried hard and tense inside her while pleasure pulsed, spread through her body like a potent shot of pure alcohol. God, she was tired. Another orgasm might knock her out. But the drive of a hard male cock inside her all the way against her cervix brought her back to the moment with a gasp. Reid gritted his teeth and gripped her hips. He wasn't done.

With a desperate edge, Hotch pushed at Emily's back. She fell onto Reid's chest, and he grabbed her and urged her lips apart to tangle her tongue with his, dominating her mouth with a ravenous kiss. Before she could even assimilate Reid's assault, Hotch made his move, probing her back entrance with a pair of lubricated fingers.

Tossing her head back and baring her throat to Reid, he took advantage, nipping his way up her neck to tug on her lobe with his teeth and breathe shivers over her shoulder.

"Don't tense," Reid whispered, soothing her.

Hotch began to probe her back entrance, sliding the head just inside. "Push back on me," his voice was barely more than a rough pant. She did as he reached up her body, grabbed her shoulders and used the leverage to push his way past the ring of muscle and beyond.

After an initial twinge of pain, Emily gasped. Then Hotch began to fill her up. A thin bit of flesh separated the two cocks. When they started moving she could only imagine what that would feel like.

"Can you take it?" Hotch panted. Before she could even answer, they both did their best to seduce her into a yes. Hotch nipped a line of sweet kisses from her neck to shoulder while he skimmed a teasing finger across her clit. Reid by kissing the side of her neck and toying with her tender nipples. There wasn't anywhere they weren't touching. But they didn't move.

Emily frowned, wondering. Then she realized they were waiting for her answer. They had to be in hell, but neither moved until she gave them the green light. She wriggled her hips. Nerve endings jumped, practically began to cha-cha.

"I can take it. Can you dish it out boys?"

"I don't recommend taunting us." Reid's voice sounded strained.

She wriggled again, and flashed him a come-hither smile. He hissed in a breath. "I'll stop taunting if you'll start fucking."

"Deal," Hotch growled, even as he eased back, then plunged forward in a killer stroke, punctuated by a little pinch of her clit.

Emily yelped, but it did no good when Reid's mouth covered hers and he teased her with a slow friction fantastic withdrawal just as Hotch surged all the way inside her ass. Then they reversed, Hotch drawing back, Reid arching his hips and shoving into her swollen sex with every inch he had. They repeated the process again and again, their mouths, fingers and cocks relentless.

In minutes, sensation overwhelmed her. Her whole body shook as the ache swelled between her legs, grew, expanded, multiplied faster than she could deal with. Breathing nearly came to a stop as she used all her energy to move with them and handle the onslaught of pleasure they kept throwing her way.

"You're about to come," Reid whispered against her mouth. "I'm dying to feel you again."

She was dying…period. The sensations were huge. Everything inside her fixated on the hot rhythm of the two cocks working in and out of her body, insistent fingers plucking and twisting, two mouths breathing, laving, biting…demanding.

Reid stroked deep inside her, until she felt him nudging her womb, shooting off a new barrage of sparks that battered her self-control. Hotch included a gentle pinch of his thumb and forefingers to her clit, then a blindsiding little rub that spelled the demise of her restraint.

Her body shivered, bucked as her womb convulsed, her sex contracted and pleasure torched her body. She spun into a realm beyond her imagination. She screamed into Reid's mouth. He didn't have to say anything for Emily to know that he was about to follow her in orgasm.

"Suck it up!" Hotch growled at Reid. Emily came back down to earth slowly. As she regained her wits, she watched him in fascination as he tensed, shook, sucked in a harsh breath and fought with squinted eyes and clenched fists.

Finally he let out a shaky breath. "Bastard."

"As long as you hold it in and fuck her until she comes again, you can call me whatever the hell you want."

"Again?" Emily gasped and swirled her head around to look at Hotch. "I don't think—"

"You can. I know your body. You can do it."

Hotch started to dance into Emily's body again. Reid followed his lead. With each stroke, he gritted his teeth, fighting the crushing sensitivity. He'd never felt so rigid and engorged. His thrusts grew rough. And Reid kept rhythm but now wracked with tortured need, he wasn't nearly as gently as he had been. As they began their efforts again, Emily responded with pleasant moans and sweet ahs, like she was in the midst of a lovely afternoon. Like she thought the sex was warm and enjoyable. Nothing earth shattering. Totally unacceptable. Time to turn up the heat.

Hotch leaned over her back and delved his fingers back into the slick flesh of her clit. As he had earlier, he used that alternating pressure, light on the top, friction on the sides, hard circles above. In the span of a heartbeat, her body drew taut. Her clit swelled, hardened. She gave them a throaty growl between pants.

She writhed, trying to accommodate him and Reid deeper into the silken perfection of her body. She moved with them and Hotch slid every hard inch across the electric hot zone inside her that begged to be stroked. And despite Reid hanging on by his fingernails he was no doubt doing the same.

"Do you know how many times I imagined being inside of you? How long I've wanted to fuck you?" he whispered into her ear, low enough that even Reid couldn't hear.

Emily glanced over her shoulder at him. A flush spread across her fair complexion. Her eyes looked unfocused, dilated. Needy. Beautiful.

Hotch's insides burned with determination. She was going to come again, damn it. He wasn't giving up until she did.

Reid grabbed her hips, Hotch her waist. They unleashed a rhythm they both knew would bring them all to climax. Emily tightened around them, killing their train of thought as she demanded, "Harder, please. Hurry!"

The last bit of Hotch's restraint snapped. With Reid's next wild thrust, Hotch knew the same was going to happen to him. He filled her once, then again, hoping, imagining that with each lunge inside her, each hard press of his body, she could feel how much more was behind the act than lust. That she could feel how much he cared.

Emily's breathing began to shut down until it dissolved into quick pants. She trembled hard and braced herself, fingers clutching Reid's shoulders. Hotch felt her begin to flutter, squeeze his cock, a moment before she cried out. Clawing at the bottom sheet, she thrust back at him, even as her body wrapped around him so tight he had to fight to move at all. With a toss of his head and a shout, Reid tumbled off the cliff, losing his grip on control.

Finally, Emily cried out, a long moan of surrender. Hotch basked in it, drowned in her total acceptance of the ecstasy they gave her. And he let go, releasing everything he was and had deep inside her as pleasure knifed him, carving straight into his heart. As he came inside of her, something hit him and it hit him hard. He loved Emily Prentiss. He withdrew from her ass and she rolled off of Reid and they all laid together.

Reid wore a goofy grin on his face. "I'm going to go get a shower guys. I'll be right back." He got up and walked quickly to the bathroom. Hotch looked over at Emily as her hand enveloped his and she squeezed. They both looked over at the closed bathroom door and then back at each other. In one leap, Hotch covered her body, gathered her legs above his hips, and slid the aching-hard length of his cock deep into her pussy. To the hilt. She gasped. Out of surprise, pleasure or pain, he didn't know. Probably a little of all three. The feel of her closing around him drove him even harder.

With long, harsh strokes, Hotch groaned out a rough breath as he plunged deep into Emily, stretching her around his cock, moving around her cervix. Under him, she bucked, gasped, softened. He wasn't close enough, deep enough. He had to envelop her, fill her. Easing his arms over her shoulders, between her back and the mattress, he lifted her chest against his and pressed in. Panting, frantic, he fused their mouths together and surged deep into her once more. She responded again with a jerk and a groan. And still, it wasn't enough. It never would be.

Hard, fast, the slick slide of his flesh over hers was both heaven and hell. Every rasp of her clasping cunt sent him careening closer to oblivion. She was everything he'd ever wanted, never believed existed or that he deserved. He bucked in another long stroke to the end of her channel. The motion lit up nerves and set off a blaze of sensations, based on the way she scratched her nails into his back, arched to him and her sensitive walls clasped him tighter.

"God, don't stop!"

Hotch held her against him, immobile, forcing her to accept the brutal need of his every thrust as he took possession of her mouth in a desperate kiss. Taking hold of her hips, Hotch pressed as deep inside Emily as he could. "You're so beautiful. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."

Tears clawed at Emily's eyes as she threw her arms around his neck. Her pussy fluttered around him. With another hard stroke into her, he pushed against her g-spot, ground up against her clit. And Emily came apart, roaring out a tortured cry of satisfaction so wild. "Hotch," she moaned in a sexy voice.

Her untamed pulsing all over his cock, her cries of whimpering pleasure ringing off the walls, sent him straight into a crash of ecstasy that clenched around his heart. Sobbing out a masculine growl, the sensations consumed him. In a few powerful spasms, he poured it all out into her. Everything, his love, his need, his hopes, his soul. Emily willingly accepted it all inside her with a long cry. Their gazes connected and the connection latched, locked into place. He couldn't have looked away to save his fucking life.

Hotch pulled out of her, and he plopped down right next to her. They both struggled to catch their breath. Reid clearing his throat from the doorway caused both of them to look up quickly. Emily watched as Reid's eyes became dark and filled with hurt.

"You love him don't you?" Reid whispered.

"Reid—"

"Do you know how long I've wanted you Em? All these dinner and movie nights I've wanted this to happen. Well not with Hotch, but with you and me you know? And then you invite Hotch over and the one thing I wanted to happen for so long happens, all because he's here! I should have known that if I walked away from you two that you'd do this together."

Emily sat up and pulled the sheet tightly around her body. "I am so sorry Reid, I didn't know. I just—"

"Don't apologize. I guess we can't help who we fall for. I guess I was just hoping that maybe you'd fall for me. But I should have known better. I've seen the way you look at him when he isn't looking. The way your eyes always lit up when he came into a room."

Emily stood up and walked up to Reid with tears in her eyes. She held the sheet tightly in place in one hand then reached out and clutched Reid's hand in the other. "Don't ever doubt how much I care about you. I truly treasure the time we spend together. I value our friendship. It's just," she shrugged and a tear slipped from her eye.

He squeezed her hand. "I know." He nodded then dropped her hand and started to walk away. "I just, I need to get out of here. Sorry." He left the room and left Emily there to stare after him with unshed tears in her eyes. Emily tensed when she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist, then as she leaned back against his chest she relaxed.

"Are you okay?" He whispered in her ear as he rubbed his hand along her stomach.

"No," she sighed. "I never wanted to hurt him."

"I know." His hands traveled up and cupped her breasts. "Do you regret it?"

Emily turned in his arms and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. She placed a light kiss on his lips. "Not one single moment," she darted her tongue into his mouth and his met hers. She nibbled on his bottom lip. "Make love to me Hotch," she whispered against his mouth.

Hotch lifted her up into his arms and walked her back to the bed, and laid her down and gave her the world, just like she always wanted.

It's official I am NEVER writing another threesome ever! There are too many people and you got to remember to put them in the story! *Fist pump* But at least I finished it. I hope you guys liked it. And again HAPPY BIRTHDAY CELIA! YOU ROCK! :D