A/N: So here I am again! I'm really glad you guys like the first shot. I was really nervous about it.

And this is another shot.I don't know how I feel about this. It's kind of...I don't know. Another one of Elliot's fantasies. Gotta love Stabler, huh? Hope I don't disappoint you. (:

Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they were they would be going at it like bunnies.

[This note is longer than the fic. LOL]

R&R

xo, A.


She purses her lips. A move that betrays the indecision swirling around in her head and she is almost glad that bar is too dark for him to or anyone else to notice, or so she hopes. His words still echo in her head and she can't do a damn thing about it.

"I want to fucking eat you out. I want to put my head in between those glorious thighs of yours. I want your thighs squeezing my head. I want my mouth against you, Olivia. I want to taste you. I want your scent to intoxicate my mind."

His words will be the death of her. She feels wetness sipping into her panties. It's been hours and she's still horny as hell. But for Munch and Fin, she would have had Elliot on his back hours ago.

It's not that she doesn't want it. It's the fact that she hasn't enjoyed it much in the past that's bugging her. Her lovers had been somewhat inexperienced in that particular area.

"But, damn it, this is Elliot," she thinks, and just the thought of his wet, hot mouth against her dripping pussy has her ready to combust.

She grabs her phone and she smiles mischievously.

He wants to devour her. He's been fantasizing about her for far too long. He wants to fuck her in every way possible. With his dick, his fingers, his tongue.

He wants to see her beautiful eyes while he's on his knees licking and sucking on her soaking wet cunt. He wants her to look into his eyes when she cums in his hot mouth.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he reaches for the device.

His brows furrow.

A message from Olivia.

He takes a sip of his vodka and he nearly chokes reading her message.

"I'm so wet for you, Elliot. I can't stand it any more. I want you to make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth, tonight. Just thinking about it makes me so wet."

"Oh, fuck me," he mumbles. He feels his dick stirring. He looks at her and she looks so innocent. She is laughing at something Munch is saying. But then she turns her head to him and he sees the fire in her eyes.

She winks at him and continues her conversation with Munch and Fin.

"Two can play this game, Olivia,"he thinks, typing.

She opens the message as soon as she feels her phone vibrating.

Two words. "Show me."

Her breath catches in her throat thinking about what he wants her to do in front of their colleagues. She bits on her bottom lip contemplating her next move. This whole shit has her dripping wet. She wants him to take her, hard. Right at the bar. She doesn't give a flying fuck about who'll be watching them.

He leans back in his seat, his drink resting on his thigh and watches her carefully. He nods his head absentmindedly when Munch says something to him. He cannot tear his eyes from her hand. She talks at them while her hand slowly unbuttons her jeans. She unzips the denim even slower and he's cock throbs in the confines of his dress pants.

He can't hear a damn thing of what is being said. But he can watch her. She bits her lip again as her hand dips into her pants. He wants to move his but he's mesmerized by the image of her touching herself for him, in public, no less.

He watches her hand moving and he cups his hard cock trying to ease the discomfort. His pants are too tight. He suppresses a moan seeing her move ever so slightly against her hand. She keeps talking to Munch and Fin but her tone is slightly different. They can't tell the difference, but her can. He can hear the desire and the lust in her voice, that she so hard is trying to hide. He wants to fuck her senseless on their table. He doesn't care about Fin or Munch. He wants her.

She slowly removes her hand from her pants. He swallows thickly. Her fingers are glistening with her sweet juices and he wants to take them in his mouth and suck them into oblivion. Bringing her other hand in front of her mouth she discreetly licks lightly the fingers that moments ago were inside her. He growls then, hoping that with the music nobody heard it.

He grabs her elbow to bring her hand down, under the table. He wraps, then, his fingers around her delicate wrist and does the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. He dips her fingers into his vodka. The fingers that are coated with her juices, that showed him how much she wants him. All three of them.

After making sure that her juices are in his drink instead of her fingers he brings his glass to his nose smelling it. Her scent mixed with vodka intoxicates him. He looks at her bringing it to his lips. He sips at it and swallows it all. To the last drop.

She bites her bottom lip, her eyes focused on his lips. She swallows hard and drags her eyes to meet his.

He knows what she wants. He'll give it to her.

She doesn't care. She doesn't care if Munch or Fin suspected anything. She doesn't care if it's written all over her face that she needs him to fuck her senseless. She doesn't care because she's pretty sure no other man had done to a woman what he did for her.

She doesn't remember much. She just remembers that after dragging him out of the bar she attacked his mouth. She grabbed his face and crashed her lips to his. She licked and sucked on his lips and stroked his tongue vigorously with her own.

He drives her crazy.

Now she is on her knees in front of him. Trying desperately to free his dick from the confines of his pants. They are too tight, she can tell. He is just too huge. He helps her and she finally drops them. He fists her shirt and rips it in too along with her bra. She hears buttons hitting the floor. She doesn't care.

He reaches for her arm and brings her up. She stands and starts unbuttoning his shirt but his lips around sucking on one of her cinnamon nipples distract the hell out of her. She growls in frustration and he lets go of her ripping his own shirt in two. He removes it and she does the same with her own. His hands go to her pants and he slides them down her long legs. She steps out of them and instantly drops to her knees.

His dick mere centimeters from her mouth. She looks at him and licks her lips wrapping one hand around it. She feels it twitching in her hot palm. She licks the head of it and he growls, "Come here," yanking on her arm and bringing her up, again.

She is ready to protest when he grabs her waist, lifts and turns her upside down. She immediately wraps her legs around his neck. One hand holding on his thigh and the other grabbing his cock and bringing it into her mouth as he locks his hands on her back and she groans as soon as his mouth falls on her pussy.

"Ohhh,fuck..." she moans letting go of him for a moment before taking him into her mouth again.

She sucks hard on him and he cannot concentrate.

"Uhh, fuck, Olivia," he growls, "you're distracting me."

"Hmmm," she hums and it send chills down his spine.

"Damn it, Olivia, you're distracting me. Let go of my fucking dick."

"But baby, I want to suck you. Let me suck you," she whines and continues her ministrations.

"Uhh, fuck."

He pushes her head back a little and she lets go of him. He drops her on the bed and drops on his knees between her thighs. She props herself on her elbows. She wants to watch him. She doesn't care if it's good or bad. She'll enjoy the hell out if it because it's Elliot.

She nearly passes out when she feels his whole mouth embrace her clitoris and labia, over her hot entrance. She can feel the warmth of his lips and tongue and she can't help but think that the biggest mistake men make when they go down on a woman is that they think that it's all about flicking your tongue over the clitoris.

"Ohhh, G-od," she stutters.

"Hmmm, you taste so good, Gorgeous. So sweet!" The vibrations of his voice against her pussy make her body tremble.

His tongue is soft and supple against her pussy and he moves it down to her slit. He sucks softly and her hips buck against his mouth. "Oh, fuck... God, Elliot."

Her head falls back and one hand holds his head in place. He thrusts his tongue inside her and her thighs shake and she feels a throbbing ache deep in her pelvis.

"Yes, baby, yes. Fuck my fucking pussy with your tongue. God!"

She buries his head more firmly and his tongue goes a little deeper. He doesn't protest; instead he breathes her in.

"You like it, Olivia? You like my tongue inside your tight pussy?"

She just nods and her hips thrust up against his mouth once more.

He goes to her clit again and sucks softly on it while he pushes two of his fingers inside her. His fingers move slowly in and out of her. He twists them gently and crooks them against her g-spot.

Her movement are contradictory. She can't take it anymore. While her legs are wrapped around his neck and bring him closer to her, her hand on his head is pushing his head away. She's going to have one hell of an orgasm and she doesn't think she can handle it.

"Elliot, Ohhhh God...Oh God...Uggghh. I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum. "

He then moves his hand hard, his palm is turned down and his fingers are down against her vaginal wall. He thrusts deeply her body rocking back and forth to the motion of this hand. His mouth never letting go of her clit.

She sits up suddenly, wrapping her legs tightly around his neck, both of her hands pulling at his hair. Her body is shaking violently, her head is thrown back. His hands are holding her hips firmly.

"Ohhhh my fucking God, Oh my fucking God, Elliot. Ahhhh, God Yes, Yes..."

As soon as her orgasm subsides she falls back on the bed. He strokes her thighs, smiling adoringly at her and he kisses her hot core once more, causing her to buck up against his mouth, hard.

She smiles contently.

"Ahh, yes. Elliot Stabler doesn't lick pussy. Elliot Stabler definitely eats pussy," she decides.


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