"So can you? Can you eat my skittles? Its the sweetest in the middle." Olivia said while looking at him.
He smirked.
"Untie me."
2 Hours Earlier.
"Babe? Have you seen my cufflinks?" Fitz yelled to his wife. Olivia rollers her eyes and stabbed the last of her blush on.
"On the dresser. Left side." She replied as she finally finished herself. Looking around, she found her five inch black glitter red bottoms and slipped them on.
"You almost done? We're pushing it Liv." Fitz did up the last cufflink and sprayed on his cologne. He looked at himself and knew he looked good in his custom made Tom Ford jet black tuxedo. Now the only thing that was missing was-
"Babe."
Fitz turned around and his mouth dropped in adoration. His wife was a stunner. A show stopper. She was showcasing a floor length red gown, with a dangerously high split up her left thigh, while her sweetheart bust was covered in red and black glitter. And she topped it all off with big old Hollywood curls and classic red lipstick.
She walked over to Fitz and straightened his bow tie. Unable to resist, Fitz gently grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him.
"You look beautiful. My god Livvie. Are you trying to fucking kill me!? Goddamn women." Olivia just looked at him and smile.
"No. I wanted to try something new. I always wear blacks and whites to major events and I thought I'd switch up this time."
Fitz knew he was in trouble. His wife looking like this only made his thoughts in one direction. He slipped his hands down to her ass and squeezed it.
"Fitz." She moaned. "Stop it. We have no time for that. We have to leave." Trying to push him away, Fitz only held her tighter. He kissed her neck and then licked it. Moaning again, Olivia pushed more forcefully this time and succeeded.
"Okay. But tonight, that ass is all mine." He told her and smacked her ass.
"I look forward to it Mr. Grant." And she walked out the door with a extra sway in her hips. Fitz groaned and followed suit.
Fitz and Oliva arrived at the WHCD on time and were immediately rushed to pictures for the paparazzi. They smile, held hands and showed just enough affection but not enough to seem inappropriate. When they were done, they went inside and mingled with other guests before they sat down at their table, the first to arrive.
"You know, this dress is very distracting. Yet very sexy. I can't wait to take it off you later." Fitz whispers in her ear, dropping his voice.
Olivia shivered a little and licked her lips. Fitz slid his hand up her thigh a little and squeezed it. "Don't do that."
"What? Lick my lips?" And she did it again.
"I'd rather lick something else. Something sweet, wet and pink. Then tear that cherry out." Olivia bit her lip and was about to respond when she looked up and froze. Fitz noticed, followed her vision and his stomach dropped.
"Fitzgerald Grant. How lovely to see you here and at the same table I am." His ex girlfriend slash ex fiancé said to him.
"Melody." He stood up and embraced her in a hug much to Olivia's surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Mellie sat down next to Fitz while her date sat on the outside of her. Olivia just looked on at them both boiling inside.
"Well. Daddy couldn't make it this year because the heart attack so he sent me in his place. I had no clue you would be here!" She smiled and placed her hand on his arm. At this point Olivia decided to see how far he was going to let this go.
"How is Harold? When I heard, I was shocked to a degree but with the way he worked." Fitz joked.
"He's fine now. Took a step back from work but he is fine."
"I'm glad." Then he grabbed her hand. "You tell him if he needs anything and I mean anything, to call me." And he squeezed her hand and let go.
He turned to Olivia and was met with a look of fury. Fitz knew right then he was fucked.
"Livvie-" he started but she cut him off.
"Fitzgerald." To say Olivia was pissed would be an understatement. She was livid. How dare he! After everything that tramp had put him though, he wants to be friendly with her? Hug her? Squeeze her fucking hand!? Hell. No.
"Baby. Come on. Don't do this now. Not here. You know that was nothing." He tried to tell her.
Olivia nodded her head. "You are right. Lets not do this here. I would hate for anyone to think you were flirting with that thing. So lets forget it. What's on the menu?" She smiled.
Fitz looked at her and knew that tonight was going to be a long ass night.
After meeting the rest of their table, listening to comedians and the president and his speech, everyone was later dancing. Fitz had just returned from the floor from dancing with a celebrity when Olivia grabbed him and headed back. Fitz was stunned but didn't object.
Wrapping her arms around his neck and his hands in her waist, they began. They danced in silence until Fitz had had enough.
"Liv. Talk to me." He begged. Olivia looked at him. It was then he realized that she was tipsy. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Obviously not enough."
"We need to get you home." He said as he tried to pull her from the floor. But she wasn't having it.
"Oh no no no no. I'm just getting started. Why the hell would I leave? Plus, I hears the party's really about to get started. And you know I love to dance." She stated. Fitz sucked in a breath and slowly let it out.
Okay then. Where's the liquor?
They stumble through the door while frantically kissing one another. Their tongues were battle for dominance and neither was giving in. Fitz slammed her against the door, effectively closing it and boxing Olivia in.
Olivia pulled away and slapped him.
"What the hell Liv!?" Fitz cried as he rubbed his cheek.
"That was for earlier and just because." She walked away to their bedroom, stripping her dress off in the process.
What the fuck he thought. He followed her then stopped in the doorway. Olivia was laying on their bed in a matching, very skimpy black bra and thong set. She gave him the come here motion and he did.
"Now. You were a very bad boy tonight and now you have to be punished. Strip."
Fitz hastily.
"Slowly."
He restated from the button he stopped at and worked his way down. Slowly. Olivia watched as Fitz strip down to his boxers but stopped when Olivia grabbed his hand.
"Lay down." Fitz did and stared at his wife. He was so turned on right now and so fucking hard.
"Now. We need to tall about what happened tonight. The whole Mellie thing, trying to make me leave the dance floor. Like, really Fitz really?" Olivia raked her nails up his masculine thighs. "But their is one way to punish you. One way to make sure you never forget for a split second who you belong to."
Fitz widen his eyes as he realized what she meant. Because he did the same thing to her a couple months ago.
"Olivia."
"Oh its Olivia now? Okay then."
She went to the closet and came back with two of his ties. Her eyes wondered to the impressive erection he was sporting. God was giving the day he made this man.
"What was it you said tonight about something being wet and pink? Because I do believe that it is." The throbbing that she was experiencing was making it hard to concentrate. Sticky liquid was running down her inter thighs and she knew Fitz could smell her arousal.
"Stretch 'em." Fitz extended his arms straight out. Olivia started with the right. She tied his wrist and turned around so her backside was facing him. Bending over, she heard Fitz groan and flex his hand, and tied the tie to the hook on the bed rail.
Fitz rubbed her thigh causing Olivia to moan a little. The things this man could do to her body with one tiny touch. She walked to the other side and repeated the process and came to the foot of the bed.
By now, Fitz was at attention. Painfully. They stared at each other, lust swimming in their eyes.
"So can you? Can you eat my skittles? Its the sweetest in the middle." Olivia said while looking at him.
He smirked.
"Untie me."
Olivia climbed on top of him and kissed him with passion. He licked the parting of her lips, begging for entry. But Olivia wanted to tease him. She kissed his chiseled jaw line, going up to his ears. Fitz hissed.
"Mmmm. Baby please. I'm sorry. Please. Untie me." He begged.
Licking his ear, she breathed, "No."
Her eyes scanned the room before she found her phone on the floor. She removed herself from Fitz, much to his dismay. But he didn't miss the chance to gawk at her firm, round ass. She bent over again and Fitz nearly came at the sight of her damp thong dripping.
Olivia had always wanted to have sex to this song but could never find the right time. Until tonight.
I love your face
You love the taste
That sugar babe, it melts away
Olivia climbed back on Fitz and he felt her wetness, which caused him to grow harder, as she climbed up his chest to straddle his head. He could feel her heat coming from her core and wanted more. So he blew on it and caused her to buckle a little. He was close but not close enough.
"Livvie. Please stop playing with me. Fuck! Let me have it!" Fitz was sure he would die from his hard dick and not being able to taste her.
Olivia saw the look in his eye and knew she couldn't handle much more teasing herself. Her hand reached down and rubbed her clit. Pleasure washed over her and all she could do was moan.
"Oh baby. I'm so fucking wet." Moaning as she assaulted her clit more. Fitz was pulling on the restraints but they weren't going. She dipped her finger in her entrance and some of her essence dropped on Fitz's face, which he quickly and thankfully licked off.
Can you eat my skittles
Its the sweetest in the middle
Pink is the flavor
Solve the riddle
"So do it Fitz. Solve the riddle." And she lowered he core to him. He immediately licked around her clit, tasting her flavor. His tongue swiped her clit quickly then went to her entrance. He hardened it and went in.
"Oh fuck Fitz!" Olivia cried out. She grabbed the headboard and held on for life. Fitz continued his eating fest. He licked up and down her slit, finally attaching his mouth to her bundle of nerves. Fitz sucked hard and watched as Olivia stared panting above him. Wanting more than, he did that little trick with his tongue, knowing it would be her downfall.
"Oh fuck. Fitz baby... I'm gonna... Fuck I'm gonna cum!" She felt that sweet pressure building in her stomach, going down. He swirled his tongue once more and licked just the very to of it when-
"OH FUCK! FITZ!" Olivia screamed. Her orgasm surprised her with how strong it was. She came all over his face while Fitz licked a d swallowed everything she gave him. Olivia's head fell on the headboard as she tried to regain her breathing.
"I guessed I solved that riddle, huh?" Fitz proclaimed. Olivia looked down at him then to his dick and knew what she wanted and how. Climbing off Fitz, she untied one tie and Fitz took over. He yanked the other one off so hard it ripped. But he didn't care. All he wanted was Olivia and he was getting that. Now.
He flipped her on her back and attacked her lips with his own. His tongue sought out hers as she gripped his luscious curls. Feeling neglectful, he trailed down to her nipples and sucked them to rock. His fingers traveled down to her wet core and he slid one then two in her and pumped. Olivia arched ger back and Fitz continued sucking her nipples.
Fitz pushed his boxers down and freed his large member, while breathing a sigh of relief. Still working Olivia, he removed his fingers much to Olivia disliking. But before she could say a word, he slammed into.
"Oh shit!" They both groaned.
I can't wait till I get home so you can tear that cherry out, (turn that cherry out, turn that cherry out)
Fitz leaned down and kissed Olivia's ear. "I'm about to turn that cherry out." His hips started moving and so did Olivia's. She felt so warm, wet and tight to him, he had to fight from cumming prematurely.
They went like this for a while. Different hip thrusts, rotations. Until Olivia's tell tell signs of her impending orgasm started showing.
"Fuck baby don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm almost there." She pleaded. Fitz reached down with the pad of this thumb and rubbed full deep circles on her clit while still thrusting.
"I know you want come but I need you to know that I am always yours. And no one or nobody can come between us. Do you understand me?" He asked but Olivia couldn't respond. The pleasure felt to good so he stopped.
"Livvie." He could only hold out for so long so he needed her agreement.
"Yes baby! Yes. I understand. Just please."
Fitz moved again. This time at a faster and more frantic pace. He felt his own orgasm coming along but had to make Olivia cum first. Rubbing faster circles, he kissed neck. Bitting it.
"Fitz I'm almost there! Don't stop!" She begged. With a few more thrust and hitting her spot just right Olivia came. Her walls clamping down in Fitz causing him to follow her into oblivion of pleasure. He pumped a few more times before he was completely spent. Mindful of his weight, he moved to her side and laid his head on her chest. The song ended a while ago so it was silent.
Fitz kissed her breast, neck then finally her lips.
"So am I forgiven? Baby, you know she means nothing. That was nothing. You know that."
Olivia nodded her head. "I know. Its was jealousy. But I love you so its natural."
Fitz placed his head back on her chest. "So did I?"
Confused, she look at him.
"Solve the riddle. Turn that cherry out." He smiled at her.
"I don't know. I didn't get to lean back." She replied. Fitz climbed on top of her and licked his lips.
"Well then. Let me clean that. Get the flavor." Was all he said as he trailed kissing down her stomach.
"...Fitz."
This story is somehow still alive. I'm not questioning it though. :)
