You asked for a part two, so here it is. No promises on when the next update will be. Also, this story is kinda different in the sense there's going to be more lust than love.
Hope you like this part!
Flashback.
Olivia was curled up on her couch watching a movie with some wine and popcorn when she heard the doorbell ring. She looked at the clock to see it was 11PM. Who was here at this time? She groaned as she got up from her comfortable position on the couch and peeped through the door. She stood back for a second and then took a deep breath before she opened the door.
" ?" She said, with a soft smile on her lips.
"Hi, Olivia" he said. He had a black turtleneck on, a curl draping his forehead and a bottle of her favourite wine in his hand.
"I wanted to thank you" he said, looking at her flashing one of his panty dropping smiles.
"It's 11PM" she said.
"Do you want me to go?" He asked, this time his face hardening a little. She simply looked at him, thinking whether this was a good idea. She knew how this night would end. She didn't have the strength in her to resist him. She couldn't. She didn't want to.
She stepped aside and let him in. There was no going back she knew, she knew it when she had sex with him on her office desk back at the firm like a crazed teenager. That's what was so unsettling about him. He made her feels things, things she'd never felt before. Just looking at him right now made her wet and she hated herself for being so weak.
He sat down on her couch and looked up at her. She stood there assessing his game. What was he here for? Does he really think there could be something between them? Yes, they'd had sex, many times before when she was fighting his case in court but this, him in her house was very…strange..
" -"
"Take off your clothes" he said, looking her dead in the eye.
She hated the fact that her nipples got hard and her pussy was practically dripping when he said that. He knew she liked this, and he used it to his best advantage.
She removed the buttons of her sweater one by one, her eyes never leaving his. He drank his scotch looking at her movements turning her on further. She felt hot, sexy, wanted, dominated and she loved it. She loved this. He had a pleased look on his face as he saw the fire in her eyes.
After she got rid of her sweater, he was elated to see that she was in her nude lace bra. He could see those brown pebbles beneath the lace covering her breast. He gulped his scotch slowly as he saw her reach behind and unclasp her bra. The scene of her breasts moving a little with the unclasping made his cock twitch. She smirked as she moved farther away from him removing her bra. Her perky breasts facing him begging to be touched, her nipples hard and pointing. She moved to remove her pants taking her time with it, making him groan. When she was about to pull down her nude lace panties, he motioned her to come closer.
She walked slowly towards him, her body feeling hot like on fire. Her lips were quivering with anticipation, she knew there was the sweetest dirtiest pleasure waiting for her and her knees went weak just thinking about the things he could do to her body.
She stood near him, her legs touching his.
He patted his lap and she smirked. She climbed into the couch and her hands landed on his chest while his hands cupped her ass. He brought her close and dipped his tongue into her belly button and Olivia moaned throwing her head back. He left bite marks across her abdomen making her scream, yell, shiver and jolt in pain and pleasure. Her body was at his mercy and she wanted nothing else.
He slowly pulled her panties down and when they pooled at her knees, he simply ripped them
Apart and threw them away. . She sat there on him, one knee on either side of him. She felt the bulge in his pants touch her wet core and moaned loudly making him grow harder. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and cupped the flesh on her buttock too tightly. He slapped her ass once before he rubbed it soothing her. He buried his head into her chest tasting those lovely nipples as his fingers finally met her core.
She tightened her grip around his shoulders as she was lost in heaven. He slipped two fingers inside her and started fucking her with his fingers too fast at once. She couldn't take it.
"Fitz..fitz…fuck fitz..I'm gonna come" She panted looking at his eyes to have mercy on her but he didn't stop, he wanted her to come, fast, he wanted to see that beautiful look on her face when she came undone.
He pulled out and slapped her clit lightly sending jolts of electricity into her. He buried his face into her and pumped her hard and fast with his fingers. Olivia moaned, panted,naked in his arms writhing from the need to reach the finish line. Nobody, absolutely nobody had ever made her feel this way.
"Livvie, come for me baby" he said in the smooth baritone voice he was gifted with and there she came screaming his name as he held her in his arms for a while.
"You're too clothed" she said as she lay against his chest completely spent.
"Let's get you into bed" he answered drawing circles on her back.
"Excuse me?" She was surprised. Sure she got her release, but what about him? Was this some sick joke where he got off on using her to fulfil his fantasies? She asked him exactly that as she got out of his laps and wore her sweater.
"What? Why would you think that?" He asks dumbfounded.
"I want you. But tonight was your night" he said, smiling.
She looked at him crossing her arms.
"Consider it a little gift from me for winning my case." He said as he walked closer and pulled up her face and kissed her lips.
"I'm just your lawyer?" She asked, hurt evident in her voice.
"You're not just my lawyer, Olivia, we both know that"
He sighed and walked around the room.
Olivia hated that she was one of the most sought after lawyers in DC yet this man stripped her off her courage and made her vulnerable.
"I want you" she said, this time her voice authoritative as she sized him up.
Fitz looked at her and his eyes flowed. He loved her vigour. What a woman, he thought. He removed the turtleneck he was wearing and walked to her removing his pants and the rest of his clothes.
"So, where do you wanna do it?" He asked.
"Against the wall. That wall." She answers and pointed to the space next to the window. Fitz groaned at the change of tone. She was going to be the death of him. Without a word he ripped her sweater apart, picked her up and placed her against the wall. Her legs automatically wrapped around him as he entered without a warning.
"Ah, Fitz" she helped as she felt him ram into her pussy. He pumped into her as she held on to him for her dear life. He didn't let her close her eyes not once, always telling her to look at him, making her come one another time. Fitz felt the walls of her pussy squeeze against his cock as she came and he was reaching his peak and so he fucked faster. Olivia was sure to end up with a sore pussy or a sore back.
He came into her and saw as his seed coated her core and kissed her again unable to resist that glow on her face. She was beautiful. She was one of a kind. She was the only person whom he had lost his sleep for, ever since he lays on Olivia Pope, he hadn't been the same. And so he knew, in his heart this time, that this woman, was going to be the one.
