Spencer Reid Smut Novels & Stories

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Reid said, his voice low and annoyingly smug, like he was savoring every second of Blake’s failure. Blake groaned and flopped backward with a dramatic exhale, the worn carpet itching his neck. He didn’t dare open his eyes, he didn’t have to. He could feel Reid’s smirk like heat on his skin. It made his chest burn. Not with rage. Not just rage. That smirk did things to him. Dangerous things. It curled at the edge of Reid’s lips like a promise. And his eyes—God, those eyes. Green like envy, mischief, springtime, and every bad decision Blake wanted to make all at once.

he asked. “A spider. A fucking spider jumped on me from nowhere. We aren’t even in Australia!” she trembled as she spoke. Reid wasn't certain of what to say as he looked at her. He remembered the last time he had helped her kill one ended in a disastrous way and now, just as though it was a trap, she was still dressed in her nightwear that was on its own a disastrous wear which was turning him on already. It's a damn see-through night wear that he could see her nipple. She was plainly naked under the wear. He scanned through her body without saying a word to her when she took his hand and dragged him off to her place.

Suzy had spiky blonde hair and a curvy body that exuded lush sexuality. "Hi, Spencer. How are you?" "Well to be honest, I'm really happy to see you. Even though you make me feel, well, you know," Spencer stuttered. "Hmmm. I can see how I make you feel!" Suzy laughed. "I can't wait for Friday," she whispered. "Oh, shit, Suzy. I want you so much," he groaned into her ear. "Spencer! You're so naughty. Still, I can't wait to feel your big cock inside me."

he corrected. "No, you smirk." Reid let out a full belly laugh, the entire bed shook and Maya took it as her moment to really look at him. His dimples were on full display, the depth or their indent gave him a more innocent look, especially because of the relaxed state he was in. His eyes were closed tightly and caused creases on the sides but it worked for him. Never has he looked more beautiful. Maya felt a smile creep onto her lips. Reid always look dangerously sexy. It annoyed Maya to the point where she knew he would never have to undress any female she would willingly do it herself, just for him. But it made sense, he was hand crafted by God himself. The divine artistry that it took to

I smiled as we both shook each other’s hand. Spencer and I had a longer conversation after that but I was already feeling flushed and fuzzy that I don’t remember anything following that approach. I just recalled that he’s working as a stripper and it made perfect sense with keeping his body ripped and well-sculpted like a herculean god.

Reid Reid stretched his legs out on the coffee table and leaned his head back on the couch, blowing rings of smoke whilst he scrolled through images of BDSM wear on his phone. Jasper had put his name on Reid’s finger, and Reid was determined to return the favor. A nice discrete slave collar, he thought, with a padlock that Reid had the key to… A harness caught his attention, and he leaned forward and stabbed out the joint in the ashtray. “Add to cart,” he grinned. The weed was giving him a nice buzz and influencing his online shopping, he admitted. But damn it, Jasper would look hot in that harness. “Hmph,” he swung his feet down and rose to standing before pacing the room restlessly.

Reid didn’t undress all the way. He hooked her knees over his shoulders and pushed in, still slick from the bathroom, and fucked her like brunch had been an insult. “He’s posting pictures,” Reid said, pounding into her. “You’re going to be in one of them smiling. I’m going to look at it later and remember this.” Gia pulled his hair. “Don’t stop.” He didn’t. The headboard hit the wall. Gia came with her fist in her mouth. Reid pulled out, flipped her, entered her from behind, and made her watch the door in the closet mirror while he used her.

Spencer was the most sexual creature on the planet. Before she could think, his hands were tangled in her thick curls. “God, I love your hair,” he said. He captured her lips in a burning, just as feverish as their first. A battle of lips and tongues overtook as his hands tangled in her hair. She usually hated it when people touched her hair, but Spencer had the green light to touch every inch of her. Too soon, his mouth left hers, going down her body. Sucking, licking, biting every bare inch of skin he could get to.

"How was your day at the foundation?" Spencer suddenly asked as his eyes focused on his laptop. I immediately turned my gaze to his topless body. I gulped when I saw Spencer's abs. 'Owsh! He's sexy.' Commented by the little voice in my brain. It's so jaw dropping to look at Spencer every time he's topless and even though I don't want to think about his naked body, I can't, because every time Spencer's face crosses my mind. His abs immediately sink into my brain. 'Oh god! What's happening to me?' "Your Saliva River." He smirked.