DISCIPLINARY ACTION REQUIRED
Chapter 1 – Building The Perfect Emily Sandwich
Author's Note:
This is so, SO, sooooo NOT WORK SAFE, utterly M-rated, and starts off with vast amounts of profanity and sex. I guess you could say it's more or less PWP ;-D Yup, no redeeming social value except pure smut, so . . . Enjoy! :D Oh, and FFN really needs to add more character fields for threesomes! (Two is so limiting. Heh.)
The Emily Sandwich consists of Hotch – Prentiss – Morgan. You've been warned. ^^
The ever fantastic SussiRay helped me iron out some, ah, kinks with the story. Thanks, sweetie!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except a really extreme fondness (to put it euphemistically) for Hotch and Prentiss. Morgan's just making a super-friendly guest appearance, and I don't own him either.
xoxox
"Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! "
Despite the cursing, Emily Prentiss was actually having the best time of her life.
"DAMN that feels so fucking GOOD, Hotch!"
Since she was currently bent over Aaron Hotchner's office desk while he pounded forcefully into her from behind, it wasn't surprising that Emily was feeling good.
Hotch was holding Prentiss tightly by her hips as he slammed into her repeatedly. He looked up the pale skin of her back, across the fall of black hair that was becoming increasingly tousled from their activities, and stopped at the blissful expression on her face. When Hotch saw that her eyes were closed, he smiled deviously.
"Morgan, I think you need to silence our foul-mouthed little vixen here." The unit chief emphasized his order by letting go of the vixen's left hip and firmly smacking one cheek of her luscious ass. This only caused her to moan loudly and utter one more happy, "Fuck!"
Derek Morgan smiled in agreement and released one of Emily's wrists so that he could guide his throbbing cock close to her parted lips. Somehow, he didn't think she was planning on going anywhere any time soon.
Raising one amused eyebrow at that realization, he freed her other wrist as well. Instead, he moved his hand to hold Prentiss' hair back from her flushed face. He definitely wanted to see this.
Looking around at all of the clothes strewn haphazardly all over Hotch's office, Derek's mind flashed briefly on the conversation that had gotten them all into this current, extremely raunchy, situation.
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"Waitamminit! So Hotch, you're saying you've been banging Emily for weeks?" Morgan was flabbergasted. "Why that sneaky little devil . . . she told me that she would never go to bed with a colleague!"
The former cop paused to take a gulp of his beer. "Of course, since this was right before she proposed we get some on the down low, maybe I should've guessed that statement wasn't exactly accurate."
"Yes. Perhaps." The creases bracketing the BAU leader's mouth deepened in amusement. "It seems we've both been had, albeit with great skill and enthusiasm." He took a deep drink from his current glass of scotch. "Prentiss also told me she'd never had an affair with a teammate before."
Both men were not seriously upset. Their male egos might have been slightly dented, however, at finding out that each was not the sole exception to the rule the sexy brunette theoretically espoused. Being Guys though (and not sensitive new age males) the issue of bruised feelings was NOT something they were going to discuss tonight, or probably ever.
Luckily, an evening out at the bar blowing off steam from their stressful jobs was not just helpful for finding out new and interesting things about your coworkers. Oh no. The amount of booze consumed on those bar nights usually also helped numb any outraged sensibilities from said discoveries.
The two alpha males remaining at the table had already outlasted the combined liquor tolerances of all of their BAU teammates, none of whom were exactly slouches in that regard. Well, except for the abstemious Reid, but he was now sociable enough to at least come out for some sodas with the gang. Nonetheless, Dave, JJ, Emily, Penelope, and Spencer had all staggered off to their respective homes at various points earlier in the evening.
"Well this definitely calls for some payback." Morgan finished off the last of his latest beer and thumped the empty stein back down loudly on the table.
Hotch drained the rest of his current scotch and placed his empty glass firmly, if not exactly steadily, on the table as well. "Yes, I sense some . . . disciplinary action in our friend's future." The normally stern unit chief practically smirked at what he had in mind.
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Another loud smack and accompanying moan brought Derek back to the present. Good thing it's a Sunday, he thought. I don't care how darkened the shades are, or that we've locked Hotch's door – we're not exactly keeping it down in here. He grinned again. And our fearless leader seems to really enjoy spanking Prentiss.
Shrugging, he mentally tossed such considerations out the window and focused on the matter at hand. A diabolical smile graced his handsome face as he added, Or IN hand.Morgan guided his rock hard erection towards Emily's mouth.
When the tip, slick with pre-cum, touched her lips, Prentiss' eyes popped open and she grinned. Voicing an approving, "Oh, YUM!" she tilted her head slightly so that she could start licking and sucking on the steely cock in front of her as she was being rammed into happy oblivion by the one behind her. Moving her now freed hands forward, she gripped Derek's throbbing shaft and balls.
When Emily moaned again in pleasure at the glorious fucking she was receiving from Hotch, the vibrations from her throat made the goateed agent groan as well, and then grit his teeth in pleasure. Way too soon, Derek. Man, you have GOT to outlast Hotch.
He groaned again as the wanton brunette sucked hard at his staff while pumping the base firmly, and gently squeezing his balls. But DAMN the woman is good at this.
Meanwhile, Aaron Hotchner was watching his cock slamming in and out of a very hot, very wet, and very firm pussy. The sight of his hardened member covered in Prentiss' juices turned him on even more than hearing the sounds coming from the other side of his desk. He knew his large hands might be leaving bruises on the pale flesh of her hips, but right now he really didn't give a flying damn. Hotch was just concentrating on the sensation of Emily's inner muscles tightening around him every time she moaned. FUCK! She is so amazingly tight.
The team leader glanced up briefly from the entrancing view below him to see that Morgan's own gaze was focusing on the sight of Emily's lush lips encircling Derek's rod. Knowing full well just how good Prentiss was at blow jobs, Aaron wasn't surprised to see the other man's face tighten into a grimace of pleasure as he held the brunette agent's silky hair out of the way for a better view.
Hotch moved his eyes down Emily's smooth back and paused at her delectable ass. The normally firm flesh was jiggling deliciously with the force of his thrusts. It was also slightly pink from the slaps he had administered earlier. He grunted after an extra forceful slam of his throbbing manhood back into his willing partner. She certainly seemed to enjoy her discipline. One side of his mouth quirked up in fierce amusement. Good to know.
Speaking of which, let's see what kind of reaction THIS move gets. And with that, the dark-haired man buried himself to the hilt inside Prentiss and . . . stopped moving. He smiled wickedly. This should be interesting.
Sure enough, the bold brunette moaned in disappointment – which only served to give Morgan an extra thrill, since his staff was currently being deep-throated by the slim woman between both men. She tried to rub her derriere demandingly against Hotch's loins.
Hotch merely held her hips more firmly, continued to stand still, and then twitched his hardness inside Emily's warm, wet depths. This elicited another moan from the lucky victim of his torture. At this rate, Morgan is going to owe me big time, was the random thought which crossed the BAU leader's mind.
Since her mouth and hands were currently completely occupied, Prentiss had no other way of trying to persuade Hotch to end his teasing . . . except for one.
Closing her eyes to better swim in the sensations washing over her, Emily whimpered in pleasure as she clamped her inner muscles down firmly on the long, thick baton which was throbbing so tantalizingly inside her. She continued stroking Hotch's staff with rhythmic internal pulses, hoping that the clenching muscles would persuade him to start fucking her senseless again.
As an added bonus for Emily and Derek, each time she tightened herself around Hotch, it intensified the pleasure suffusing her body and caused her to moan softly.
The constant vibrations on his penis, already being manipulated so delightfully by the brunette's skillful mouth and tongue, were too much for Morgan and he pulled himself out. "DAMN woman, you are just killing me!"
He exhaled forcefully and considered trying to mentally recite all of the teams in NFL. No way was he going to let himself explode while the other man still had enough steely resolve to drive Prentiss insane with unsatisfied lust. Morgan grasped Emily's wrists again and considered how to manage what he had in mind next. In the meantime, he stalled. "Well, Hotch? What's next for our naughty girl?"
At this, Emily smiled saucily up at first one man, then the other. She teased, "Naughty? I had no idea you two were so good at sharing your toys." Pausing to lick her now slightly salty lips, she continued, "Had I known, I would've engineered a playdate long ago." She grinned and looked seductively over her shoulder at Hotch.
"Okay, that's it, princess," Derek laughed. "On your back!" he ordered mock gruffly. He moved her arms to encourage Prentiss to roll over and looked over to see if Hotch needed any prompting to assist with logistics. Nope. I see he's putting Emily's flexibility to good use.
Indeed, without withdrawing himself completely from her warm wetness, Hotch had managed to lift the sassy brunette's left leg and rotate her hips. After some less than dignified but highly necessary gyrations, all parties were resettled on or around Hotch's large desk. Fortunately, having planned ahead, he had cleared off the entire surface before beginning this afternoon's "disciplinary meeting."
Hotch slowly buried himself balls-deep inside Prentiss again with a slight hiss of pleasure, and paused to consider whether to resume pounding away masterfully. On seeing where Emily's teeth were at the moment, he decided to hold off on any forceful movements and just enjoy being embedded in her warm, wet womanhood.
Derek Morgan had decided to go for broke, with some willing assistance from Emily. The ex-ATF agent was stroking himself roughly, and increasingly rapidly with one hand. He supported the sultry brunette's head against the hard surface of the desk with his other hand. Morgan resisted the primal urge to tighten his hand into a fist in her glossy hair.
Meanwhile, Prentiss was busily taking one firm sac, and then the other, into her mouth. She bathed each with her lips and tongue, and then rolled them each gently around in her mouth. The shameless siren made sure to alternate her attentions between the pair while grabbing Derek's ass and hip with her hands.
Feeling her tongue lapping at each of his balls with such fond attention was rapidly pushing Morgan closer to the edge. Since his current position was not conducive to having Emily suck on his cock, he decided to finish himself off, outlasting his boss be damned. Looking at his teammate's luscious breasts was also revving his engines, as was feeling her slender fingers' urgent grip on his ass.
As Emily felt the taut muscles in Derek's buttocks start to clench into granite hardness, she decided to give him an extra visual aid. Removing her hands somewhat reluctantly from his smooth and tawny skin, she brought them to her breasts and cupped them, bringing them closer together. Morgan's eyes burned with lust as he saw the tempting valley this created.
Humming, Prentiss tilted her head slightly to peek up past Derek's busy fist, pumping ever faster, and saw his awe-inspiring six-pack start to clench. Deciding that this was the perfect time to add the cherry to the sundae, Emily moved her hands slightly and started playing with her nipples.
Seeing her scarlet-tipped nails tweaking her pebbled nipples was too much for the muscular agent, and with a growled "Fuck!" of his own, he started coming explosively. Watching jet after jet of thick, white fluid shoot onto her smooth and creamy skin just seemed to prolong his orgasm. Finally, he moved back slightly and squeezed the last few drops of cum into her eager mouth. Emily whimpered and swallowed happily.
Meanwhile, Hotch had been moving his throbbing erection slowly and steadily in and out of Emily, luxuriating in her tight, wet heat. Now that her mouth was no longer occupied with sensitive body parts, he decided to speed up the pace.
Grabbing her knees, he lifted both of her legs so that her calves draped over the outside of his forearms. By leaning forward slightly, Hotch was able to tilt Emily's hips up for deeper penetration. He watched her sensuously rub Morgan's semen into her skin, and then use her nimble lips and tongue to clean off her fingers. The ebony-haired male whispered forcefully to the woman beneath him. "Now I'm going to give you the fuck of your life."
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xoxox
Afterword:
Yes, they might have all been slightly (okay, MORE than slightly) out of character here, but it's a ménage a trois – in what universe could you see the show's writers tossing THAT into an episode? ;-D
My friends and I long ago came up with the joking acronym SNAGs (sensitive, new age guys) in response to the classic term of "male chauvinist pig". I thought it should make a guest appearance in this oh-so-NOT politically correct outing. ;-D
And in other news, some kind folks really entertained me with their reviews for Chapter 10 (Tarzan, Meet Jane) of PROJECT EMILY (shameless plug alert!) by making comments about ice baths.
That really amused me, so if y'all want to rate by ice cubes here, that might be pretty darn funny (e.g., 4 out of 5 ice cubes needed to not burst into flames after reading this – well, hopefully 4 / 5 :D).
Currently working industriously on the concluding chapter of this lemonfest. Vocal encouragement always welcome! :D