Well, hello again! Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your nice reviews, messages, follows and favorites! I had a great time writing the first story and am glad to see you enjoyed! The writing virus caught me and now I want to do it all the time. I even started writing at work… Bad girl! And I don't know if you have ever tried writing on a blackberry but that is not an easy task.
Anyway, on with the next chapter. These stories won't really connect, just slices of smut and fluff that we really (REALLY!) deserve! Enjoy!
He had fallen asleep waiting for her. Of course he had fallen asleep: he had the most stressful job in the world. Leader of the free world! That wasn't just a title, he actually was. And he certainly was the leader of her world. But if the job in itself wasn't stressful enough, the people around him reminding him every minute of every day of his responsibilies and duties would do the trick. People like Cyrus. Especially Cyrus. She would have to talk to him about that. But not now. No, now it was 10pm, she had just come home from work to find her married-exhausted-leader of the free world of a boyfriend asleep on her couch and she wanted to enjoy the moment, she wanted him to enjoy the moment.
She had given him a key to her apartment a few weeks ago, when she realized he wouldn't stop coming to see her, no matter how many times she explained how reckless it was. She had convinced herself that she had done it to avoid him waiting in the corridor if she wasn't there and risking getting caught by a nosy neighbor. But really, she had done it because she liked the idea of him being able to enter her apartment anytime he wanted to see her. It gave an illusion of normalcy to a relationship that was anything but normal.
Olivia was an independent woman, she liked her space but she also liked having him in her space. To be fair, he was making it easy on her. Even though she had repeated to him many times to make himself comfortable, he insisted on acting as a guest, not moving things around, asking her before using anything, never leaving his clothes in the way. And tonight was no exception. Even though she could see he was tired and probably fell asleep not 5 minutes after his head hit the couch, everything was tidy. His shoes were carefully hidden behind the door, his keys were in the bowl. His jacket and tie were on the coat hanger and his pants were neatly folded on the chair. She smiled and quietly took off her coat and shoes. She locked the door behind her, silently walked into the living room and sat on the coffee table in front of him.
She took a few minutes to take him in, to really look at him. She couldn't do that when they were out in the open because it could bring attention to their feelings. But tonight, in the quiet of her apartment, she took the time to look at him. His face was falling on his shoulder, his errant curl was as usual hanging on his forehead, his eyes were closed but she could see them moving behind his eyelids, following the rhythm of whatever he was dreaming of. His mouth was slightly opened and she could hear a soft snore. She chuckled at how unique it was to be able to hear the President snore.
Her eyes moved to his torso and the well-defined muscles that she could see even through his shirt. His arms were folded over his chest, the shirt folded around his lower arms and stretching around his upper arms. Was it normal to be jealous of a shirt? Probably not… She then looked at his hand, his ring less hand. He always made it a point not to wear his ring when he was with her, not wanting her to feel like the other woman. But she couldn't help the pang of guilt she felt every time she looked at it. Mellie and her tricks made it easier though. Olivia couldn't believe that a woman could be married to Fitz and not do everything in her power to make him feel happy and loved. But then again, she could never understand the way Mellie functioned.
Olivia shook her head to chase those thoughts and refocused on the man in front of her, on her man. She considered preparing dinner before waking him up but she wasn't really hungry. Not for food anyway. No, her appetite could only be satiated by the beautiful man who managed to stay sexy as he was in his boxers, drooling on her couch. She moved to touch his shoulder and wake him up but then she had an idea. Fitz was the king of oral sex, he could spend hours eating her and pleasing her but was always reluctant to let her return the favor, even though she repeatedly told him she wanted to. But tonight was the perfect set up: he wasn't awake to say no and she would finally be able to show him he meant as much to her as she did to him.
She moved from the coffee table and knelt between his legs. She carefully lifted his shirt to above his hips and bit her lip at the sight of his cock enclosed in his black boxers. She kept her eyes on his face as she slowly moved her hand to massage him over his boxers. She wanted to see every change on his face, she wanted to see him wake up and realize what she was doing, knowing full well that by that time, he wouldn't be able to stop her.
She kept rubbing her hand on his slowly growing bulge and he started to stir. He would frown or groan and move his head to the other side. He must have been really tired because usually, when he was awake, the slightest touch below the waist would set him off.
She had learned that lesson the hard way when they had been at a dinner with a few leaders. She had mindlessly put her hand on his thigh and started rubbing it under the table while talking to the German chancellor's husband. The next thing she knew, he had excused himself and left the table in a hurry. A few seconds later she had received a text telling her to meet him a few doors down the hallway. Thinking he was in trouble, she had followed his instructions and met him in the small dark office. She didn't even have time to call his name before he had her back against the door, his lips on hers and his hand up her dress tearing off her thong and moving his fingers to her center. The memory of the glorious 15 minutes that followed still made her wet every time.
She shifted on her knees to relieve some of the ache that was developing between her legs and moved her hand inside the hole of his boxers. The feel of his growing manhood in her hand made her gasp and she was torn between the need to wake him up and have him fill her and her desire to continue with her plan. She chose the latter and closed her hand around his cock, getting it out of his boxer and softly stroking him. The groan that erupted out of his mouth had her eyes shoot back to his face. She was surprised to see his eyes were still closed. His arms had moved, though, and were now hanging on each side of him. She rose up on her knees and softly blew on the head of his shaft, all the while keeping her eyes completely focused on his face. She saw him take a sharp intake of air and knew she had to speed up if she wanted to finish what she started.
She opened her mouth and enclosed it around his tip, not going further than that. She had to keep herself from moaning at the feeling of him. She would definitely find a way to try that again. Slowly, she took more of him and once she couldn't take any more, she sucked in her cheeks in and started moving back and forth.
"Livvie…" It was barely above a whisper and he wasn't completely woken up yet. Still, he knew it was her or he wished it was her and the thought turned her on even more. She moved her hand between her legs to find some kind of release and continued sucking him. She twirled her tongue around his tip and used it to follow the veins that were popping up.
His hips bucked and his eyes shot open. He seemed shocked for a moment, needing a few seconds to accept that it wasn't a dream and that the love of his life was actually between his knees sucking the life out of him between her luscious lips. Once she saw the lust, pleasure and desire overcome the surprise on his face she went back to the task at hand and took him in her mouth once again, deep throating him and humming in delight.
"Livvie, shit! What are you… Don't… Please stop! Come here…" He tried to pull on her arms to bring her on his lap but she resisted and the pleasure was too intense for him to overpower her. She looked at him with lustful eyes and kept bobbing her head up and down, wrapping her tongue around his cock. Seeing she was determined to finish, he let go of her arms and entangled his hand in her hair, grabbing at anything that would stop him from going crazy and prolong the incredibly pleasurable sensations coursing through his body. He was, once again, amazed by this woman and couldn't believe how lucky he was that she chose him despite all his baggage. His last coherent thought left him as her warm mouth kept going up and down while her left hand started massaging his balls.
He couldn't take it anymore. Her mouth, her hands, her lips, her eyes… It was too much and he finally gave in to his release with a throaty groan. She didn't pull away as he expected her to. She kept him in her mouth and swallowed every drop. She released him with a pop and peppered kisses on and around his shaft and kept smiling at him while he moved his hands to massage her shoulders. God, this woman!
He gathered as much strength as he could, gently grabbed her arms again and whispered "Come here!" This time, she complied immediately. She moved to sit on his lap and kissed him deeply. After a few minutes, he moved his kisses to her neck and his hand to her pants and whispered against her skin: "My turn!"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the latest installment. Sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my first language… If you have any ideas for the next chapters or have something you want written, feel free to give me a shout!
Cheers,
C.