A/N: so guys, if you follow Hey Daddy then I am sure you're aware of the fact that this chapter comes from that story. I've been toying with the possibility of making it a story of it's own because I feel like it has that potential but I'm still a bit skeptical. I didn't want to start this until I had gotten to a comfortable place with all of my other stories but I just keep having this nagging feeling so I'm gonna post it and see what you guys think. I'm already halfway done with chapter 2! Any way, I'll try to go ahead and finish it and you guys can let me know what you think. Reviews are my motivation and I like to know what you think so don't be shy, I don't bite unless you ask me to ;)
Fitz and Olivia were at a dinner party for their company one evening and they happened to be seated next to one another. They had been working together for about 2 years now, maintaining a friendly relationship. Fitz had been tied to another coworker named Mellie but she had more than a few screws loose and he had to break ties with her. Olivia, being the honorable woman that she was, did everything she could to make sure that they never crossed any lines. But that was then.
She was sick and tired of ignoring the inevitable attraction between them and she decided a month after they broke up to make her move. She knew without a doubt that he felt it too but for some reason he would never act on his impulses. A few times she'd catch him looking at her with this look in his eyes, like he wanted to take her right there. If only he knew she felt the same way. But she wasn't the type to just throw her self at a man regardless of how many signs there were. She liked to be chased.
But for some reason, tonight she felt like turning the tables. If he wouldn't man up and come to her she'd have to make him want to. And she knew exactly how to do so. That night she picked out a red, skin-tight dress that showed every curve on her body and then some. It was strapless and she wore a strapless push-up bra underneath so her girls were practically spilling over, begging for attention. Her cream stilettos made her stand tall at 5'9. She was a force to be reckoned with. She was never a big fan of make-up so she didn't have much on besides eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick. Her hair was in its natural state and the tight curls framed her face perfectly.
This didn't go unnoticed by Fitz. As soon as she showed up his eyes were drawn to her. Wherever she went around the room, he knew. He didn't look too shabby himself; he could always wear the hell out of a suit. And he walked like he owned the room. He had been fighting his attraction to her for far too long. Just being near her made him want to rip off her clothes and fuck her against the nearest wall. But she was grace personified. She was like a porcelain doll; she needed to be handled with care.
He was about to crawl out of his skin when they were seated next to each other and he caught a whiff of her perfume. Down Boy he thought. Their coworkers surrounded them and he needed to behave as such but boy was it hard. Literally. After everyone finished their appetizers and ordered he sat back and listened as she engaged the man sitting next to her in conversation. The strongest feeling of possession came over him and he almost reached out and pulled her closer to him.
He caught himself just in time because his hand was hovering dangerously close to her thigh. He just wanted one touch. Her skin was so smooth looking that he had to feel it under his hands. The whole time Olivia was aware of his body movements and before he knew it she grabbed his hand and placed it on her thigh under the table. His eyes grew wide and he had to concentrate on swallowing. Grabbing his glass with trembling fingers he took a huge gulp.
She continued with her conversation but she uncrossed her legs and discreetly pulled up her dress a little, giving him more access. He glanced at her before running his hands higher. The higher he went, the wider her legs spread apart. He couldn't believe what was happening. He didn't know what came over him. He quickly reached his hand under her dress until he was dangerously close to her core. So close he could feel the heat radiating off of her. When he finally touched her he realized she wasn't wearing any panties and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head until he remembered where they were. She stopped talking for a second to lean over and whisper in his ear, "Surprise."
He was 2 seconds away from turning and kissing her but their food had arrived. Reluctantly he removed his hands and tried to focus on eating his meal. He was halfway thru when he felt a small hand brush against his thigh. He was instantly hard again. He tried to look at her out of the corner of his eyes and noticed the she was busy eating some fries on her plate with one hand but he didn't see the other. He just wanted to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
Slowly, her hand crept closer to his crotch and she squeezed his manhood. He thought he was about to choke. She looked at him as though she was going to ask if he was okay but she spoke low enough to where only he could hear and said, "Wow, you're big. I can work with this." He almost moaned out loud as she had yet to remove her hand and she was now caressing him through his pants.
It was definitely getting hot in there, too hot for his liking. He needed to loosen his tie, unbutton his shirt, something! Just like that she stopped and he immediately mourned the loss of her touch. That's when she scooted her chair back a little and angled it towards him. The way they were positioned no one could see what she was about to do. She pulled her dress up above her waist and placed one leg on top of his. He coughed into his hand as he looked down. She was so wet there was a stain on her chair.
Satisfied that she had his attention, she slowly ran her finger up and down her slit and mouthed the words, "I'm so wet," to him. His lips parted and he tried to discreetly watch her every move. Finally he pulled out his iPhone and switched it to the camera and angled himself so that he could watch her without being too obvious. He pressed record because he wanted to remember this moment forever. She was playing with her clit, spreading her moisture around. Slowly, she dipped two fingers inside of herself and her breath hitched. Amazingly no one seemed to notice what was going on at their end of the table but neither one seemed to care.
He wanted to touch her so badly. His pants were definitely too tight now. She stopped abruptly and he almost begged her to continue. Quickly fixing her clothes she told him to follow her in two minutes. She got up and made her way outside to her car. When he emerged from the restaurant she was leaning against it with her legs crossed. As he swaggered over towards her she couldn't help but lick her lips.
Damn this man is so fine, she thought. But instead of telling him that she asked, "Where are you parked?" He pointed to a secluded part of the parking lot where there wasn't much light. She silently thanked God. Grabbing his hand she led him over to his car and pushed him up against the hood. She ran her hands down his chest until they landed on his belt. Staring into his eyes she lowered herself into a crouch until she was eye level with the crotch of his pants. His arousal was evident.
She undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants before using her teeth to undo the zipper. Tugging, she managed to get his pants around his knees. She placed kissing along his penis thru his boxers while lightly stroking him. His knees were growing weak as he watched her watching him. She used her teeth again to pull down his boxers and she grabbed him, stroking him slowly; teasing him.
"Fuck," was all he could mutter. When she felt like he was about to cum she stopped and stood up. "Move," she said, taking his place on the hood of his car. She was bent over it and she hiked up her dress, spreading her legs for him. "You're so fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful," he said. He licked his fingers before stroking his penis and then he slid inside of her. Grabbing her hips he began to fuck her hard and fast like he had been dying to do all night. She pounded her hand on the hood of his car, he felt soooo good. She needed to hold on to something so she reached behind her and grabbed his hips, pulling him as close as he could go and stopping him from moving too much. She couldn't take anymore. He slapped her hands away and thrust into her one last time and they both came and they saw stars. Not the ones in the night sky either.
She collapsed onto his car, chest heaving, and he pulled out of her, fixing his clothes. "I'm definitely not done with you," he said. "Get up, get in your car, and follow me."
She did as he said and followed him to his house. They had barely made it inside when he had her legs over his shoulders and she was up against the wall. He had been dying to taste her as well. He was going to town, licking, sucking, fucking her with his tongue. She had her hands in her hair, tugging. She wasn't speaking coherently. Her body was starting to shake violently and he refused to let up. She would pay for teasing him all evening. She had come three times before he slowly let her down. He had to hold her up because she didn't think she'd be able to make it on the spaghetti noodles she called legs.
He carried her into his bedroom and deposited her on the bed. He planned to take his time now and make love to her all night. They'd worry about the consequences in the morning.