Okay guys here we go! Thanks so much for the wonderful reviews thus far! They definitely motivate me to keep writing. There will be some smut in this chapter so yeah, that's why its rated M! Enjoy! By the way, I don't own these characters!
"It's okay, sweetheart," Fitz soothed in that smooth voice of his. "Open up for me."
Olivia let her legs fall apart and moaned as Fitz's calloused hands ran up her thighs, hooking her knees over his shoulders.
"You're so beautiful baby," he crooned, placing a soft kiss to the inner thigh of her right leg. Olivia groaned and ran her fingers through his curly hair, pushing him closer to her core. He'd worked her up and now she needed him to finish the deal.
"Patience baby," he resisted her direction.
"Fitzgerald Grant! Stop teasing me," she faded off into a low growl.
"Well, if you insist…" Fitz dove in.
Fitz gave her one long, slow lick from bottom to top and a shudder ran up her spin. He then took her clit between his lips and gently sucked. Olivia's back arched off the bed and her fingers tightened in his hair.
"Ahhh yes!"
As their eyes made contact, Liv saw and felt his smirk and returned one of her own, followed by a lustful giggle and she brushed his superman curl from his sweaty forehead. She'd never felt so free, so confident, or so pleasured before. Fitz had gone from gently suckling on her clit to pulling each of her lips in between his lips to flicking his tongue inside her. He was so good that Liv tried squirm away a little bit, but he wasn't having any of that.
"Uh uh," he wrapped his arms around her legs and pressed one large hand to her stomach. "You wanted this my sweet baby. And I want all of you."
Liv huffed out a breath and fell back flat on the bed, trying to maintain some composure while he literally ate her alive. She never knew a man could be so talented with his tongue and when he slid two fingers into her, she just about lost it.
"Ahhh, Fitz!" she whined. "Baby, don't stop- I'm gonna- Uhnn-"
Liv was ripped from her dream suddenly by a violent banging somewhere in the apartment. What the? she thought.
She thrashed around in frustration at her dream being interrupted. Last night after leaving the party, she'd crashed at Harrison's since Abby took some David guy back to their place. Olivia couldn't get Fitz out of her head and even though she was disappointed he'd run off so quickly, she believed his promise that he'd find her.
Noticing the extreme moisture between her legs, Liv ran two fingers down her flat tummy and into her panties, imagining they were Fitz's. She circled her clit the way his tongue had in her dream and was starting to get into it when the banging came again, this time louder.
"Get your ass out here Harrison!" a muffled male voice made its way to her ears.
"Dammit!" her mood ruined, Liv got out of the bed and made her way into Harrison's bathroom for a quick shower. She was so lucky that her foster brother was here with her. They looked out for each other and it was comforting that her only family was right around the corner whenever she needed him. Although he could be annoying at times, like last night when he'd grilled her about that "weird thing her and Fitz did", she was still so grateful to him and loved him to pieces.
After showering, Liv threw on the robe she'd left at Harry's place for nights like these and looked through the drawers for a pair of jeans she'd left in one of the drawers. Just as she was pulling on one of his hoodies, she froze at the sound of a familiar voice.
"So that's why I need her number, man!" the voice sounded a little breathless, like he'd just gone through a long story.
Olivia peeked out of the main bedroom to see the backs of Harrison's and Fitz's heads over the top of the couch.
Even if she hadn't heard his voice, she'd recognize those curls anywhere. She smiled to herself and she remembered running her fingers through them as they sat on the porch last night.
"So you're telling me you met Olivia last night, felt some type of connection, and ran to Mellie's house to dump her, where you found her cheating with you on some dude. And now you're here at eight on a Saturday morning because you want me to give you her number?" Harrison asked incredulously.
"Yeah you've pretty much got it," Fitz nodded and Liv had to stifle chuckle at his bluntness.
"Well," Harrison sighed, "You can ask her herself when she wakes up. She crashed here last night?"
"Wait, Liv's here?!"
"Yeah, her roommate and David hooked up at her place last night so I let her have the bed and I slept on the couch," he motioned to the blanket tossed over the back of the couch.
"So should we make breakfast or something until she wakes up?" Fitz asked.
"Dang, bro!" Olivia watch as Harrison playfully punched him in the shoulder. "Making the woman breakfast already? You're whipped man!"
Fitz had a slightly embarrassed look on his face that gave Liv butterflies in her stomach. She decided it was time to make her presence known.
"Leave him alone, Harry," she chastised as she walked around the couch. "He's being a sweetheart."
She made eye contact with Fitz and gave him a shy smile. "Hi Fitz."
"Good morning, gorgeous," he stood up to greet her. "Guess I don't have to ask Harry here for your number."
Liv grinned, "And what makes you so sure I'll give you my number?"
Fitz laughed. "Oh so you're gonna make me work for it, huh?"
"Most definitely," she rose up on her tiptoes to brush her lips across his cheek. She heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled. "How about you get that breakfast going and I'll get ready so we can get out of here."
He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her close and then gave her another charming smile. She loved the way he smelled and how she already felt so at ease with him. With their bodies pressing together, she felt the hard muscle of his torso and his large hand felt hot on her lower back.
"You've got it baby," she grinned at the silly pet name that'd always seemed cheesy before; but coming from him, it sounded just right.
She pulled away with a giggle, "I'll be out in a few."
As she made her way back to Harry's room, she felt giddy. She couldn't believe Fitz had shown up here first thing in the morning asking Harrison for her number, and what were the odds that she happened to be here?! She rummaged through Harrison's dresser, hoping to find a shirt she could wear out with Fitz. Unfortunately, she didn't have any make-up or a flat iron with her so she'd have to go au natural today. She found a fitted white t-shirt of hers in one of the drawers and through on her heels from last night. As Liv looked in the mirror she felt a little self-conscious and unprepared to hang out with Fitz. She clipped her hair up into a bun and smoothed the invisible wrinkles in her shirt. If he was the guy she thought he was, she hoped he wouldn't mind her appearance too much.
Fitz had just removed the last pancake from the skillet when he heard steps behind him on the tile floor. He turned to see Olivia walking into the kitchen. She was so amazingly gorgeous. He slowly let his eyes take in her appearance starting with her dainty feet balancing perfectly in a pair of white heels. He admired her long, shapely legs in her tight jeans and marveled at the way her hips perfectly filled them out. As he made his way up higher, he noticed her perfect breasts and tried not to stare too long as he felt a stirring in his groin. As gorgeous as her body was, her face still took his breath away. He'd been too shocked when he saw her earlier to truly recognize the difference of her appearance this morning. Last night, her hair was straight and she had make-up on. Now, she was just as gorgeous as before, but she looked fresh-faced and it took his breath away.
"You look amazing," he complimented her.
"Okay, Fitz," she grinned as she moved to sit at Harrison's small round table. "I'll give you my number, you can lay off the charm."
He put a plate of pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs with cheese in front of her along with his iPhone.
"I'm not just complimenting you for the sake of it," he sat down across from her with his own plate. "But I'll definitely take that number," he motioned to his phone. "The pass code's 6-3-8-7."
Her saw her raised eyebrow at that but he just ignored it and started eating as she put her number in his phone and sent herself a text. They ate in a comfortable silence and when he moved to take their empty plates, she stopped him.
"You cooked, I can clean."
"How about I wash and you dry?" he suggested, feeling uncomfortable sitting idle while she cleaned.
"Okay," she agreed easily. "So where'd Harry go?"
He smiled, grateful for his friend. "He decided to make himself sparse and give us some time together."
She laughed heartily, a sound he thoroughly enjoyed. "What? Did he think we'd pounce on each other the first chance we got?"
He smirked and dried his hands, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"It wouldn't have been his worst idea ever."
She laughed and pushed herself out of his arms. He hoped he hadn't offended her but was assured when she looked back over and winked as she grabbed her purse. "Come on, pretty boy. Take me somewhere quiet."
His feet followed before he registered what he was doing and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Pretty boy, huh?"
"Maybe," she smirked, her arm encircling his waist.
Fitz watched as she pulled a key ring from her purse and locked the door behind them. He recaptured her hand as soon as she was done and led them towards his white Audi R8.
"Nice car," she sounded surprised.
"You like cars?"
"No. But I know that's not a normal ride for a college junior. Fitzgerald Grant, like the Senator? That would explain it…" That last part came out like she was thinking to herself.
"Yep. Unfortunately we share a name."
"Daddy issues?"
"You don't know the half of it," he chuckled without humor. "But that's a conversation for three a.m. after a few rounds of love making. Todays about us. Figuring this thing out."
She didn't seem put off by his comment, instead, she simply smiled and gave his hand a slight squeeze.
As Fitz drove them towards his intended destination, he admired Liv out of the corner of his eye as she sang softly along with the radio and looked out of the window. He reached over and placed his hand on her thigh and smiled as she immediately placed her hand on top of his, gently caressing his fingers.
After a short drive, he pulled up to a beach house and parked in the gravel driveway, hurrying around to open Liv's door.
"Fitz," she looked between him, the beach, and the two-story Victorian-style home. "Where are we?"
He took her hand again, an action that was quickly becoming a habit for him, and led her to up the steps of the house. "This is one of my family's beach houses. None of my family lives in this part of California anymore so I come here as a sort of escape. I thought you'd enjoy the beach and we could talk. So did say take you somewhere quiet."
Olivia smiled and listened attentively as he gave her a tour of the house. She attached herself to his arm and rested her head on his shoulder as they walked slowly through the home. He told her little anecdotes about his time there as a child and all the stuff he got into with his little sister, Annabelle, and his cousin, Mark.
"So here were are, this is my room," Fitz opened the door to reveal a large room with posters of cars on the wall, including his R8. He watched patiently as Olivia entered the room and observed her surroundings. She looked at the picture of him and Annabelle on the desk, another with him and Mark, and the little trinkets that'd collected there over the course of multiple summers. She moved to his large, California King bed and sat on his black comforter. She crossed her perfect legs and smirked at him.
"What?" he moved to sit next to her, unconsciously seeking her touch. He placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed playfully.
"I'm surprised there aren't posters of half naked girls on these walls."
He feigned offense, "What kind of guy do you think I am, Ms. Pope?"
"I'm hoping to find out," she said softly.
Fitz didn't respond immediately, instead, he pushed himself up the bed until he was leaning against the headboard and motioned for Olivia to join him. He was pleasantly surprised when she kicked off her heels and placed herself between his outstretched legs, leaning her back against his chest. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head and then interlaced her hands, giving her time to think.
When she finally spoke, it was so quiet that he almost missed it. "Why did you leave her?"
He was shocked. "Mellie? Well, three reasons actually. I was already planning on it. Us being together was kind of an arranged thing between our fathers. Second, when I got there she was with another guy, so even though I wasn't upset I knew we couldn't stay together. And third, you. I told you, I want to give this a chance." He kissed her temple, earning himself a grin.
"Okay," she sighed.
"Anything else you want to ask me?" he prompted.
"Nothing urgent. You?"
He chuckled, thinking of how he found her this morning. "You and Harrison are pretty close, huh?"
She smiled gently, "Yeah, Harry's my brother; we lived in the same foster home throughout high school, he looks out for me. He's annoying sometimes but he feels it's his duty as a big brother to look out for me."
"Big brother? What year are you?" Fitz could've sworn Harrison told him she was also a junior…
"I'm a junior just like you guys, but I'm only 19. I skipped a few grades so me and Harry could graduate together. I didn't want to stay behind without him…"
Something changed in her voice that had him turning her in his arms.
"Hey," he raised her chin so she'd look him in the eye. "Whatever it is, I'm here. We can talk about it, or we don't have to, but you've got me, okay?"
She nodded. "Not today, but maybe one night, around three a.m…."
He laughed at her reference to his earlier comment. They sat in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke about the elephant in the room.
"Have you ever felt anything like this before?" he started softly. "Like your whole outlook on life changed in an instant? Damn if I don't feel like I've known you for years…"
She adjusted herself in his arms and rested her cheek on his chest, curling up into a little ball. "I know, Fitz. I've never imagined I'd feel this way less than 24 hour after meeting them. It's crazy, but it feels… right, ya know?"
"Yeah baby, it does."
She looked up at him with those beautiful brown eyes and he recognized that look from last night. This time, he wasn't going to stop her kiss. He'd felt bad about quasi-rejecting her last night, but it needed to be done. Not only did he not want to cheat on Mellie, or any girl for that matter, but even more, he didn't want to make Olivia feel bad about this. He would start off this relationship doing right by her.
His eyes went to her beautiful, plump lips and he was lost. She placed her hand softly on his neck and he met her halfway. When their lips touched, he swore he heard her whimper a little. At first, he just enjoyed the feel of her petal soft mouth on his but soon, he needed more. He ran his tongue along the seem of her lips and she opened for him. Fitz was lost in the wet, hotness of her mouth and he lifted her until she was straddling his lap for better access. Olivia ran his fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp, tugging on his hair.
"Livvie," he growled into mouth, moving his hands to the round globes of her ass and squeezing hard in response.
She whimpered again and pressed her core into his now raging hard on. She bit his lip and swiveled her hips, causing Fitz to buck into her, his hard dick rubbing against her clit through both of their jeans. He needed to feel her skin, so he broke the kiss and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She raised her arms for him and once off, he threw the shirt into a random corner of the room.
He went back to kissing her and he ran his large hands over her back and shoulders, eventually unclasping her black lace bra.
"Baby," she sighed into his mouth.
"Is this okay?" he asked gently, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.
"Yesss," she groaned. "Don't stop."
That was all Fitz needed. He removed her bra and started to massage her breasts. They fit perfectly in the palm of his hands and he felt her nipples harden more against his skin. He rolled and pinched her nipples as he bit her bottom lip, but he still wasn't satisfied with the level of clothing they were both wearing. He grabbed her wrists against his chest and removed his mouth from hers. She looked at him softly, slightly confused.
"Take off your clothes."
She grinned slyly at him as she backed off the bed and stood before him topless. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed in front of her and admired her physique. Olivia unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down her legs. Fitz almost growled when he saw the black lace thong she wore. He grasped her hips and pulled her towards him, planting open mouth kisses on her flat stomach.
Olivia giggled above him, "I thought you wanted me to take my clothes off?"
He nipped her stomach, causing her to yelp slightly, "You're going to be the death of me."
He lifted his arms as he felt her tug his shirt off and run her hands over his shoulders, he fingers leaving little burning sensations in their wake.
He linked his fingers in her panties and sucked one breast into her mouth at the same time. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair as he helped her step out of the thong. He stood up and switched their positions, laying her back gently on the bed. He returned to nibbling and sucking on her nipples as he lowered a finger to her core, testing how ready she was.
"God, baby," her moaned. "You're so wet. Is this all for me?"
"Ahhh, Fitz," she writhed on his fingers.
"Answer me, Livvie," he bit her nipple gently.
"Yes baby! It's for you."
Fitz left her nipples to kiss his way down her quivering stomach, spreading her things and hooking her legs over his shoulders.
"Wait, I-" Olivia sat up, leaning back on her elbows.
"Yes, sweetheart?" he hoped she wouldn't tell him to stop; his dick was painfully hard against the zipper of his jeans.
"I've never-"
Fitz sprang up. "You're a virgin?" He wouldn't take her virginity like this. He'd make it special. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his raging erection.
Olivia sat up completely and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to her. "No Fitz. I'm not a virgin, I've just never had anybody, you know…"
"Go down on you?" Fitz was conflicted. He was pissed that the guys she'd slept with were too selfish to make sure she was pleased, but he was also excited that'd he be the first one to taste her. "Well is it okay if I do it?"
Liv nodded and bit her lip nervously. He moved back over her and ran his hands down her sides before whispering in her ear.
"Just relax, Livvie. I'm going to take care of you."
He kissed his way down her body and once again hooked her legs over his shoulders. Looking at her wet center, Fitz felt like the luckiest man in the world. He pushed a finger gently into her and smiled as her pussy immediately clinched around the digit. He kissed right over her opening before licking the wetness dripping from there.
"Mmmm," she tasted delicious. "My sweet, sweet baby."
He proceeded to lick and suck all over her pussy, sticking to certain techniques longer that when she tightened her grip on his hair.
Feeling Olivia start to tense up, he put two fingers in her and rubbed the upper wall of her pussy while sucking hard on her clit.
"Oh! Damn! Fitz! I'm gonna come baby! Oh, don't stoppppp!"
Fitz held on tight and kept sucking and stroking her until she stopped bucking. As she caught her breath, he gently kissed all around her pussy and up her stomach, breasts, and neck until they were lying on the bed face to face.
"Damn, baby," Liv huffed out, gracing him with a satisfied smile.
"Glad to be of service," he kissed her deeply and moaned when he felt her sucking on his tongue, tasting her own sweetness. He felt her reach her hand into his jeans and wrap her fingers around his hardness and he had to calm himself from coming right then. She slowly tugged him while moving her mouth to his ear.
"I want you, Fitz," she moaned breathily. "Are you going to give it to me?"
Fitz growled and moved her hand off of him, shucking his jeans and boxers off quickly before fisting his length slowly. When he made contact with her pussy, he felt the wetness letting him know she was ready for him. He thrust in slowly, setting a gentle rhythm as Liv wrapped her legs around his waist. They found a perfect rhythm and rocked together until Fitz felt her clenching around him, building up to her second orgasm. He reached a hand between their bodies and started to rub her clit, whispering naughtily in her ear.
"Come for me, baby. I know you want to. It's okay, give it to me. Let go, Livvie."
He held her tight as her body started to convulse, her pussy clenching tightly around him, pulling his own orgasm from him. He growled her name and emptied his load deep inside of her. After catching his breath, he moved to roll off of her, but she tightened her legs around his waist.
"Stay," she whispered in his ear.
He chuckled a bit. "I'm going to crush you, baby."
"I like it," she scratched his scalp soothingly and he let a bit more of his weight rest on her, willing to do anything she asked.
After a few minutes, Fitz rolled them over without protest from Olivia and held her tightly to his chest. She kissed his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
A perfect fit, Fitz thought.
"Sleep sweet baby, I'll be here when you wake
