I LEFT SPENCER'S APARTMENT AT the moment it was time for him to go to the academy because the assignments were starting. So we left together. I slept with him, it was pleasant to sleep in the arms of a real man, there was no discomfort. Everything seemed natural, as if fate wanted it that way.

He drove me to my house and honked, then disappeared from my sight. I ran to my apartment at the speed of light when I realized it was noon. I need to shower, wash my hair, and also go through all fifty pages again so I don't forget anything.

I don't want the professor to think I'm lazy because I usually swallow half a word when I'm typing, which is my own fault for acting like my life depends on how fast I can write three hundred words at once.

At first I focused on myself, I can't go to colleagues with greasy hair and have them see me at my worst: no resume. I remember the first day I came to this academy, I was so afraid of the new and much more serious environment that the next day I got a fever from nervousness. Those days are coming to an end, less than half a month until graduation. And then, who knows how many more months until the first day of work, life can be as exciting as you imagine.

I didn't put on much makeup; I covered my dark circles and put on two coats of mascara to draw attention from my dark circles to my eyes. As for the clothes, I chose something serious, a black long skirt and a white shirt seemed serious enough but not too uncomfortable.

It was two twenty when I picked up a folder of heavy papers and left my apartment. I'll be at the academy in exactly twenty minutes, and that's all I've for turning in my paper. I don't think I'll be late; I'll have to pick up my pace.

The relief on my face when I saw the older building where the training for federal agents was held was indescribable. All I've to do is get into Spencer's office and this psychological torture will officially be over. The doorman at the entrance didn't know which office Professor Reid had taken for today because he didn't officially have one of his own, he didn't have all his classes taken because he didn't teach here every day.

2:50 PM, only ten minutes until the deadline. I'm going to screw it up if I don't run to his office now. I opened every door I saw, it was locked. The only door left is the one at the end of the hallway. What's wrong with that door, it's the same with him in the building, now and here.

I sighed in relief when I heard his voice on the other side of the door. But someone was inside, probably the student who came before me. I looked at the clock, three minutes to go.

I was getting impatient, it seemed like time was being deliberately sped up. There's a minute and a half left, I know it's rude, but I've to go in and cut them off.

My hand reached for the doorknob, but at that moment a blonde girl appeared in front of me. When I ask, her hair was too disheveled, she almost looked disheveled. I shrugged my shoulders and ran inside, Spencer looked at me delighted.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up at all," he smiled at me and looked at the watch on his wrist. "Thirty seconds away from giving you unlimited orgasms, I'm impatient, you better hurry up," why the hell is he doing this?

"I'd have turned it in sooner if it hadn't taken so long," I roll my eyes as I place my work folder on his desk.

"You turned in the paper in two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and fifty-eight seconds, I'm impressed with your courage to do something like that," he sets the papers aside and gets up from his chair. He walks to the door and turns the key in the lock, but that's not all, he pulls the curtain down over a small block of glass.

"I'd do it again," I say mockingly. "I don't think you'd dare, I mean think about it, it would cost you so much pleasure if you gave up two seconds later," he whispers in my ear. I feel his hands on my waist; they slide up and down a few times before moving down my back to my ass. He grips it tightly a few times, and it seems like he has no intention of stopping there. "You're playing with fire, Ally," he says as his hand moves under my skirt. He runs his hand over the thin layer of cotton on my clit, not waiting for my reaction but simply pushing my panties aside. He concentrates on his fingers approaching the wet slit. And the end. He carefully pulls his hand out and guards the soaked fingers, which immediately find their way to his mouth.

Damn it.

"That will be all, Miss West, now if you'll excuse me, I've at least seventy files to look over as soon as possible," he leans back in his chair before looking at me with a wicked smile.

Fuck you, Spencer Reid.

I left the academy and headed downtown, I definitely deserve a break. Like eating food that I rarely get to order, they always take twice as long to deliver. I was frustrated with the academy thing, I don't know if he knows that it takes two to tango.

Now I'm going to enjoy the food first, that's the only thing I can manage right now. And after that I'm going to sleep the rest of the day, because if anyone deserves sleep, it's me.

Around five in the afternoon I lost my voice, I was in my comfortable clothes and ready for my sleeping expedition. Around eleven in the evening I woke up, I felt energetic, I desperately needed sleep - I won't have it in such quantities forever.

It was around midnight when I heard the doorbell ring. Only one person came to my mind, it could not be him. We agreed to keep it a secret for a while, at least until I finished the academy. Many people began to doubt our relationship. He could lose his job and I could become the main topic of gossip in the academy.

I opened the door and I was right. Dr. Spencer Reid was standing in my doorway, still in his professional business suit.

I could not help but look down at my outfit, which consisted of a T-shirt that was three sizes larger and black lace lingerie I looked so bad against him. But he did not mind.

I moved away from the entrance so he could enter my apartment, he always did the same thing. He skimmed each book on my shelf as if looking for a new book. Nervously, I made my way to the couch, where I sat down sheepishly until he spoke.

"You passed the test," he said quietly, but very proudly. He took a few more steps toward the couch to sit down next to me. In just a few seconds a smile appeared on my face, I passed, there is only one more test and after that I have a diploma from the Academy for FBI agents.

"I could not wait until Monday to tell you this in class. Not when I know where you live. ", He also explained his late arrival. Neither of us was asleep at that hour, but we did not really see each other at that time either.

"I only checked yours," he added. "Oh, are you?" I asked him as I took off my shirt.

Spencer watched as my shirt fell to the floor right next to my feet. He reached for his tie with his right hand, forcibly loosening it and pulling it away from him. "Professor Reid, you look needy, are you okay?" I asked, taking a few steps toward him before our bodies pressed together. My bare back was touching the cold wall of the living room, I was pressed against his body so that I could feel his cock through his pants.

"I'll show you who's needy, spoiler, it's you," he says softly. His hands roam over my body, but he changes his mind and puts an arm around my neck. His fist was full of veins and his touch made my skin burn.

The kiss I had started turned into much more, we were no longer in the living room, now we were on my bed. I lay on his lap as I rocked my hips mercilessly and scratched at his swollen crotch. Short and soft sighs of pleasure filled the room.

Spencer took control the moment I rode my first climax, directing my movements until I began to breathe erratically and heavily. He wasn't even officially touching me yet and I was already climaxing. I was officially fucked.

"Good girl," he moans as I reach for his member with my hands, which at first glance looks painful, like it's trying to destroy my insides. But it pleases me.

I lick him like a little kitten, brushing the precum from the tip with my tongue before sucking him into my mouth. Wasting no time, I quickened my pace depending on how much he sounded at a particular pull.

"Fuck Ally" Spencer was a true gentleman, stroking his hands through my hair as I tried to get every inch of his cock down my throat. I could feel him nearing the end, his grip tightened and he began to move his hips so that his head hit the back of my throat.

I looked at him through my lashes, he looked so sexy with all the sighs he was giving almost every second. It was working perfectly.

"Fuck- ahh ally I'm so close," his words only motivated me to increase my pace, he was on the verge of orgasm. His grip on my hair loosened, but I didn't care. "Your mouth is so – fucking Ally, keep it up," he spent the next few seconds cuming deep in my throat, after which I took it out of my mouth like a lollipop. This is my new favorite lollipop.

I looked him in the eye before opening my mouth to show him I had done it perfectly. "Good girl," he said after his breathing calmed down. "Will you be my girlfriend?" this question left me speechless.

"Why do you always ask such questions during sex?", I can't help asking this question. "Because if you say yes, you'll get special treatment and I'll fuck you like my girlfriend," he really knows his stuff.

"Rough and long, you won't be able to walk in the morning when I'm done with you, Ally," damn, I'm about to jump on him.

"I think it's clear that I've been your girlfriend for a while." I lie down next to him on the bed and spread my legs so that not even my panties cover my wet spot. I run my hand over my clit, watching Spencer react to my movements. He stiffens again.

"So it's about time you started treating me like this" I don't need to repeat it, Spencer jumped into action as soon as he got my confirmation. He touched my swollen clit a few times with his tip to get the reaction he wanted from me. He had me in his fist, he knew damn well what he was doing.

"I'll probably finish you off in a few moves, is that what you want?" he asked the question, to which I simply grabbed his penis and placed it at my entrance. When he said a few moves, I didn't expect it to be that fast. it was my second orgasm, and it was eight for that night.