Friday, June 12

"Shit," she muttered under her breath.

She was going to be late home. Again.

Quickly typing out a text to send to her husband, she glances at the time. 11:34. Her phone vibrated almost immediately and she let out a frustrated sigh at his response.

"You're just now on the way home? This is getting ridiculous Liv."

Calling for a taxi, she reassured him she would make it up to him and how sorry she was that she couldn't make it. As she got herself situated in the car, giving the driver her address, she felt her phone buzz again.

"Not me you need to be apologizing to…."

Fuck. It was Friday night.

For as long as she could remember, Friday nights were spent at home with her 5 year old daughter. Bubble baths, painting their nails, and watching movies were just a few of the things they would spend their night doing. Cursing herself for completely letting the day slip her mind, her phone buzzed once more.

"Had a great time with you tonight, Liv. Can't wait to see you again ;)"

Double fuck.

Olivia walked into the house, putting her coat on the hanger next to the door, and making her way into the living room. She immediately spotted her husband sitting on the couch, his arms folded across his chest, and a near empty beer bottle next to him.

"Hey babe, I'm so sorry I'm late. I just really lost track of time with this pitch I'm working on and before I knew it….." She began, making her way to sit next to him.

"Yeah, Liv, I get it." Brian interrupted, turning his head to look into her eyes. She smiled, glad he understood.

She reached for his hand, but he pulled away, finishing his sentence.

"Your job is more important than spending time with your family. It's fine, no biggie, right?"

Well that was not what she expected.

"Bri….", She starts.

"Save it, Liv," He takes the bottle next to him, putting it to his lips and taking a swig, "I'm tired of waiting up for you, I'm tired of you constantly blowing me off, and I'm tired of having these same fights over and over again just for you not to ever fucking change."

He gets up from the couch, his blood boiling, anger running through his veins. He loves this woman more than anything on the planet but he'll be damned if she doesn't push every single one of his buttons.

Brian made his way to the kitchen and placed his palms against the countertop, his head hung between his shoulders. It had been a long night, and after about 8 o'clock it was made pretty clear that Olivia wouldn't be making it home for dinner, nonetheless her Friday night ritual with Ellie. Breaking the news to his daughter took the cherry on the cake, and Brian finally had enough.

His wife's footsteps are what brought him back to the present. She stomped around the living room, the dining room, up until she was standing directly across the counter in their kitchen.

He lifts his head up to look at her. She's right there in front of him, her hands on her hips, brows furrowed together. She's wearing a black tight fitted pencil-skirt, and a light-pink flowy blouse tucked into it. If he weren't so pissed at her right now, he would love nothing more than to push her against the wall and fuck her right there.

"Jesus, Brian, it's not like I haven't been trying!" She tries, not quite ready to back down.

He runs a hand roughly down his face.

"Look, Liv, I don't want to fight anymore alright? It's too late for this shit and I just wanna go to bed." Brian offers.

Olivia looks at him, and she can't help but notice how tired he is. His eyes bloodshot, the scruff on his face growing in lighter, his undereye bags- a dead giveaway that he was exhausted, emotionally drained, and done with arguing.

And she feels bad, she really does. She can't quite shake that pang of guilt she feels in her stomach, but she chooses to ignore it, to let the argument with her husband go, and to start fresh again in the morning.

As she makes her way around the counter, she reaches her arms out, slowly wrapping them around him. She gives a light squeeze before pulling away, lifting her head from his chest to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry babe, I swear I'll make it to dinner tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." He nods and gives her a peck on the lips.

Taking his hands into hers, she pulls him towards the bedroom with a smirk.

"Let's go to bed, shall we?"

"Oh, fuck me, pleaaseee!" She cries out, hands fisting the sheets as he drills into her from behind.

He palms her hips, pulling and pushing her to meet him thrust for thrust. She's tight as fuck, and from this angle he feels like he might explode. Olivia is on her hands and knees begging him, moaning his name, crying out to God knows who.

Harder.

Faster.

More.

Brian's thrusts are relentless, animalistic even. And he doesn't know what overcomes him but before he knows it he is reaching up her body and grabbing a handful of her dark thick curls. He gives a hard tug and her head immediately raises.

"Baby please," She whimpers, completely submissive to him.

"Tell me what you want, 'Livia."

He leans his head down, his mouth making contact with the shell of her ear. His tongue reaches out to touch it, sucking on that spot behind her ear that makes her…..

"Mmmmmm…"

Yep, that's the spot alright.

He pulls her hair again, whispering into her ear.

"Tell me, Olivia."

He's not impressed with her sudden silence, so he stills his hips and pulls back slightly, almost completely out of her. He lets go of her hair, and she whines until she feels his hands starting to palm her breasts. She lets out an involuntary moan. She knows she's driving him crazy, whispering dirty things into his ear, all but asking him to let her cum. But there is nothing she loves more than Brian to fuck her like this and make her his own.

"Bri, baby, please move," she encourages, attempting to thrust her hips backwards.

"Tell me what you want, Olivia, and I'll give it to you."

"You know exactly what I want," She lets out breathily, stifling a moan as he bites down on her neck.

That was all it took for Brian to to begin pummeling into her depths. His hands groping her body, tugging at her nipples, rubbing, reaching, touching. Olivia tipped her hips up and let out a loud groan when he began hitting into her deeper than before. She began to feel the burn in her stomach as he makes slow circles around her clit with his thumb.

"I'm...oh fuck Bri… I'm gonna cum!" She moans, hands now clawing at his neck, his back, anything she can get a hold on.

"That's it baby," he encourages, "Cum for me 'Livia, fucking cum for me." He flicks her clit even faster now, feeling her body begin to tighten around him. He's sucking on her neck, pulling himself out of her and slamming his hips back in.

He swipes her bundle of nerves one...two...three more times and she comes undone beneath him. Her knees give out and she lies flat on the bed, convulsing around him, screaming his name and begging him never to stop. That's all it takes to push him over the edge, and he moans her name into the crux of her neck.

"Wow… that was amazing." He presses a kiss to the side of her head.

"Hmmm, yeah it was pretty amazing." She smiles lazily.

He rolls off of her, wrapping himself in the sheet. She rises from the bed, collecting her panties and t-shirt, and unplugging her phone before making her way into the bathroom. She closes the door behind her, setting her phone on the counter as she manages to get dressed. She goes to turn the sink on when her phone lights up.

"I can't stop thinking about you baby and your lips around my big hard….See More"

She slides the unlock button on her phone, jokingly rolling her eyes as she types out a reply. She washes her face, dries her hands with a towel, and makes her way back into the bedroom. As she crawls into bed she feels Brian's hand wrap around her middle.

"I love you, Liv." He whispers to her.

"I love you too, Bri… so much."

She lays awake all night.

What the fuck did she get herself into?