Chapter 4
Olivia and her friends agreed to sleep in late, stay in their pajamas, and order an enormous amount of room service on their last day in Las Vegas. They each had their individual plans set for the evening, but for now it was girl time.
"What time did Liv come in last night?" Makayla asked stretching her arms up in the air.
Quinn shrugged and kept looking in her suitcase.
"What time is it?" Abby asked slowly placing her feet on the floor.
"It's noon," Quinn said.
"Damn we really slept late," Abby blurted.
Olivia stretched and pulled the covers back smiling. Makayla looked over at Olivia and asked "What are you smiling at?"
"Thinking about Fitz," Olivia responded.
Her friends' eyes immediately shot toward her.
"Oh, shit did you and Fitz have sex?" Quinn asked.
"No, but we did some other stuff," Olivia said.
"Other stuff like what, hugging, kissing, heavy petting?" Abby inquired.
Makayla interjected. "We need food before we get the juicy details."
"I'll tell you when the food comes," Olivia said grabbing the room service menu.
The food arrived along with several bottles of Moet champagne. Abby poured champagne in their glasses, dropping a strawberry in each one. "To our last day," she said lifting her glass.
"I'm sad, I don't want to go back to work," Makayla whined holding up her glass.
Olivia chuckled. They held up their glasses and clinked them together before guzzling down the champagne.
"Stop torturing us Liv," Quinn said stuffing her mouth with eggs. They were sitting on the couches, plates on their lap waiting for Olivia to speak.
Olivia took a sip of her champagne and sat her glass on the table. "We went to the spa and he gave me a massage. It was a hell of a turn on for the both of us. After the massage, things got a little steamy."
"Keep going," Makayla interjected.
"We touched each other in places that made us satisfied. He gave me the release I needed and I did the same for him." Olivia said.
"Yaaasssssss!" Abby shouted. "Give me more!"
"Abby I'm not going into the specifics, use your imagination. If we didn't have sex, what else did we do." Olivia said.
"You touched it?" Quinn asked.
"His dick, yes Quinn, I touched it and ran my hands up and down on it, damn!" Olivia hissed.
Abby held up the champagne bottle and asked, "How big is it?"
Olivia rolled her eyes and didn't respond to Abby's question. "I told him I was a virgin and he was understanding."
"What did he say?" Makayla asked pouring another glass of champagne.
He just responded with a simple, "Give me 24 hours." Her friends screeched with excitement.
"Well, it's safe to say you won't be able to walk tomorrow," Abby smirked.
Olivia laughed and guzzled down the rest of her champagne. They were tipsy from all of the champagne. Olivia hooked her phone to the Bluetooth speaker in the room, blasting music from her playlist. They used their hairbrushes to mimic microphones and sung along to their favorite songs. They danced around the room to songs by Mary J. Blige, Adele, Cardi B, and Whitney Houston. They were belting out the lyrics to 'I'm every woman' by Whitney Houston, when three loud knocks came on the door.
"Oh shit, it's probably hotel management coming to tell us to stop being so loud." Quinn said.
Makayla went and hid behind the bed. Olivia fell on the bed cackling and kicking her feet in the air.
"What are you 12, Makayla?" Abby asked moving toward the door with the bottle of champagne in her hand. She put up a single finger to her lips and motioned for them to be quiet. She swung the door open.
"Can I help you?" Abby said with a slight slur, holding the door open midway.
"Hi, I'm looking for Olivia," the woman said.
Abby looked her up and down. "For what?" She snapped.
"I'm Alyssa, Mr. Grant's personal assistant," she kindly replied.
"Who is Mr. Grant?" Abby asked confused. Alyssa looked puzzled and annoyed.
"Mr. Fitzgerald Grant," she answered. "Do I have the right room?"
"Livvvvvv, it's for you," Abby yelled in the room.
"Who is it?" Olivia asked walking toward the door.
"Hi Olivia, I'm Alyssa, Mr. Grant's personal assistant, he wanted me to bring you a few dresses and some jewelry for this evening." She stated.
"Oh, ok." Olivia said putting her hand to her mouth. "Sorry about my friend. We've been having a little fun and drinking champagne. We thought you were the hotel manager coming to tell us to be quiet."
"No Problem," Alyssa said as she wheeled in a garment rack with dresses and a suitcase.
"What's all this?" Makayla asked coming from behind the bed.
"Looks like Liv hit the jackpot with her new man." Abby said looking through the dresses.
Alyssa touched Abby's hand slightly and removed it from the dresses. "I'm sorry, the dresses are for Olivia."
Abby stepped back, looking at Olivia, and said "Oh she tried it."
"Abby, chill" Olivia stated.
Olivia looked through the dresses noting the designer names in her head. She could tell the dresses were expensive from the way the fabrics felt in her fingers. Alyssa opened up the suitcase to reveal designer name brand shoes that matched each dressed perfectly. She pulled out a black velvet satchel and laid it out on the table, revealing a collection of diamond jewelry.
"Holy shit are those real diamonds," Abby questioned glancing at the diamond earrings, necklaces, and rings on the table.
"Yes, they are real diamonds," Alyssa said with a grin.
"I fucked the wrong friend," Abby blurted out. Alyssa jerked her head around in shock at Abby's comment.
"Abby," Olivia yelled.
"Mr. Grant advised if you didn't like any of the dresses, you can pick out something from one of the stores downstairs." Alyssa stated
"I am sure I can find a dress I like from what you selected." Olivia said fingering through the dresses.
"Do you know his taste?" Olivia asked.
"He likes sexy and sophisticated." Alyssa said pulling a couple of dresses off the rack.
"Do you see anything you want to try on?" Alyssa asked holding up dresses in her hand showing them to Olivia. Olivia took several of the dresses in the bathroom and tried them on. She didn't like any of the dresses she selected. There were more dresses hanging on the rack.
"Did Fitz see any of the dresses?" Olivia asked.
"No, he hates shopping. He gave me a description of you and told me to figure it out." Alyssa stated with a slight grin.
Olivia turned to her friends who were sitting on the bed sipping champagne and talking amongst themselves.
"Abs which one, help me." Olivia declared. Abby stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresses.
"Let's see," she said. "This one," Abby said handing Olivia a white dress to try on.
Olivia emerged from the bathroom wearing a white dress that was low cut and barely covered her breasts in the front. It had a yellow spaghetti string that draped across the front and hung low making the shape of a "Y". The dress crisscrossed in the back with yellow spaghetti straps, revealing her entire back and dipped extremely low. It showed a small portion of yellow fabric that covered the base of her rear.
"Damn!" her friends screamed in unison. Olivia giggled at her friends' reaction.
"Does it show too much?" Olivia asked rubbing her hands over the fabric.
"Not at all, Fitz is going to lose his shit for sure." Quinn chimed in.
"What do you think Alyssa?" Olivia asked.
"It's beautiful on you, Olivia." Alyssa said. She handed Olivia shoes to match the dress, while placing a pair of diamond stud earrings and a 3-carat diamond ring in her hand. Olivia slid the jewelry on and twirled in the mirror, smiling at the way she looked. "I love it," she proclaimed
"Ok let's go with this one," Olivia declared. She went and took the dress off in the bathroom, carefully hanging it up in the closet along with the shoes. Alyssa gave her a small black velvet satchel for the jewelry. "Is there anything else you need Olivia?" Alyssa asked. "No, this is more than enough," Olivia said.
"Have you been in Vegas the entire time?" Olivia questioned, watching Alyssa cover the dresses and put away the jewelry. "No, I just flew in today, Mr. Grant has a client to see tomorrow. I am preparing the documents for the meeting." Olivia followed Alyssa to the door, holding it open. "Thank you," Olivia said closing the door.
"You're going to have a great time tonight," Makayla said. Olivia glanced at the dress and smiled.
"I'm fucking jealous," Abby joked, imitating a fake cry.
It was getting later in the day, they finally decided to change out of their pajamas and start getting dressed for the evening. Makayla finished Olivia's hair and makeup.
"Fitz said he's coming to the room to pick me up." Olivia said stepping into her shoes. Her friends nodded.
"We are meeting Huck, Marcus, and Stephen for dinner downstairs." Quinn said.
"Alright Liv, all jokes aside, you look amazing. Fitz is going to be knocked off his feet when he sees you. Relax and enjoy everything he has planned tonight. We want a full report tomorrow." Abby insisted.
Olivia's nerves started to kick in full gear and she blurted out, "Should I take some clothes with me in case I stay the night?"
"Here," Quinn stated giving her a small bag from her suitcase. "Just throw in some leggings, a t-shirt, and some underwear. Its small enough so you don't seem to obvious." Abby handed her the gold bag with the condoms in it, reminding her, "Use protection." Olivia put the items she needed in the small bag. "Ok Liv we're leaving, call us if you need anything." She hugged each one of her friends and watched them leave shutting the door behind them. She was excited and nervous about the evening Fitz had planned. Olivia tried to sit on the bed waiting for Fitz, but she couldn't stop tapping her feet. She needed a distraction and fast. Olivia picked up her phone and started scrolling through it, looking at funny videos. Her nervousness began to ease, as she laughed at the videos.
Olivia heard a light tapping on the door. She took a deep breath, rose from the bed, and opened the door. Fitz was standing in a sharp-looking, well fitted, black suit. Olivia's mouth dropped as she admired him with her eyes. Fitz wasn't wearing a tie and the top two buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned. It must be his thing she thought.
"Wow," he said speaking first, his eyes widened as they glanced over her body. "Your more beautiful than words."
"Thank you, you look very handsome as well," Olivia said standing in the doorway.
He took her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Are you ready, beautiful?" he asked.
"One second," Olivia said walking inside and grabbing the small bag she packed. "I wasn't sure if I should bring clothes with me." Olivia hesitated closing the door.
"Planning on staying the night?" he asked intertwining their hands again.
"I…I...wasn't," she stammered.
Fitz cut her off saying, "You can stay as long as you want."
He took his key card out of his pocket when they entered the elevator, placing it in the slot. Olivia watched the numbers rise higher and change to the letter 'P.' The doors opened and the floor looked completely different from the rest of the hotel. He guided her down the hallway as Olivia observed her surroundings noting there was only one door on the floor.
"Where are we?" Olivia asked.
"This is the top floor of the hotel. It's where I stay when I come to Vegas." Fitz responded.
Olivia read the plaque on the wall next to the double wooden doors, 'Presidential Suite.' Fitz placed his hand on the gold door handle, stooped down and kissed Olivia on the cheek. "I hope you enjoy tonight, Olivia." Fitz said before using his key card to open the doors. Olivia's eyes widened and her mouth opened in awe at the sight before her. She slowly walked into the suite. The floors were white marble and her heals clicked as she walked on it. The suite was adorned with neutral colors and the furniture matched it perfectly. The layout was huge and mimicked the size of an apartment. There was a living room, dining room, office, and a fully stocked bar. She wasn't able to see the bedroom from where she was standing, but the rose petals that were placed on the floor indicated that it existed.
Fitz guided her in the dining room, showing her the round table for two that was draped in white linen. Two covered silver trays sat opposite each other with a small bouquet of red roses in the center. Fitz gently pulled out her chair and Olivia sat down. He kissed the inside of her neck before pushing the chair toward the table. Fitz took his seat across from her, admiring her beauty. She had her hair pinned up in a ponytail and wore very little makeup. A violinist appeared and began playing soft music, while the chef uncovered the silver tops. "Enjoy," the chef stated, walking away. Fitz kept his eyes on Olivia the entire time he was eating.
"How's the food?" He asked. "Very good," she said. Olivia was still in awe at everything that was happening. She took a sip of the red wine in her glass and noted the taste. Damn it was good she thought to herself. Olivia knew it was a high-quality red wine because her father was a wine connoisseur. He educated her on the different types of red wines and their taste. Fitz smiled as he watched her swirl the wine in the glass and sip it. "Good…right." He stated. "Yes," she said. Fitz turned the bottle and showed her the name of the red wine, Chateau Margaux. Olivia gasped, "Fitz this is a $200,000 bottle of wine."
Fitz arched his eyebrow. He was shocked she knew about the wine. "How do you know about wine?" he questioned. Olivia responded, "My dad loves wine, especially red wine. He taught me everything I know about red wine. When I turned 21, he took me to a winery and we tasted several different wines, including this one. My father knew the owner, so he let us sample it."
"Do you have a favorite red wine?" Fitz asked. "I don't really have a favorite, but I like a good Merlot." Olivia stated. "I'll have to take you to my dad's winery one day," he said putting the last piece of meat on his plate in his mouth. He sat back in his chair and watched as Olivia finished her meal and wine.
The chef cleared the table and brought out dessert. "I wasn't sure what desserts you liked, I randomly picked one," Fitz said with a smile. The chef brought out a small dish and uncovered it in front of Olivia. "A cupcake," Olivia beamed. "I love cupcakes, Fitz." Olivia looked on Fitz's plate and realized he didn't have dessert, "Are you going to have dessert?" she asked. "I'll have my dessert later," he said running his tongue over his lips slowly. Olivia crossed her legs under the table as she felt a surge of heat rush to her clit.
Fitz watched as she bit into the moist cake and sucked in the icing, letting her tongue glide over her lips. Olivia finished the cupcake and didn't leave a crumb on her plate. Her simple action of eating the cupcake ignited a fire inside him, turning him on. He needed a distraction.
Fitz walked over to Olivia and extended his hand. "Can I have this dance?" he asked. Olivia looked up into his deep blue eyes and responded, "Yes." He took her hand in his and spun her around into him. He slowly moved his hands down her back, resting them right above her rear. Olivia rested her head on his chest, wrapping her hands around him as he rocked them back and forth. Fitz occasionally spun her around causing her to smile, before bringing her back into his arms. Fitz wanted to kiss Olivia, but he knew it would destroy all of his will power and he didn't want to rush the evening.
She heard him humming at times with the music and it was the perfect sound. Olivia lifted her head a little. Fitz looked down into her brown doe eyes. There it was he thought. The need for him in her eyes. "If I kiss you, I might not stop," he said. "Soft kisses remember," she reminded him. He tried to remember everything she told him she wanted…soft kisses were one of them. He started pecking her lips lightly, then placed soft nips to her neck, sending ripples through Olivia's body. Fitz gave a nod to the violinist, she played the last song, and exited quietly. He held her in his arms in silence, wanting to savor the moment. "One minute," he whispered in her ear.
He released his arms from around her and walked over to the light switch, dimming the lights while candles illuminated the room. Olivia thought the candles she saw in the room were part of the decoration in the suite, but they were a part of his plan. Candles and rose petals lit the pathway to the bedroom. He kissed her hand and walked her toward the bedroom. Rose petals draped the floor, bed, and the room was dimly lit with more candles. Olivia smiled and turned to him. He gently placed a kiss on her forehead and slipped his phone out of his pocket. He pressed a button and music started playing through the speakers in the room.
Fitz motioned Olivia over to the bed handing her a white box tied with a red bow. "This is for you," he said. "Fitz, no more gifts." Olivia protested. "You sure you don't want to open it and see what it is," he said pulling the bow a little. She let out a soft breath and joined him by sitting on his lap. His hands wrapped around Olivia's waist holding her in place. "Let me see," she said swatting his hand away from the bow. Olivia pulled the bow and opened the box, looking inside. She pulled out three different short silk lingerie gowns, placing each one on the bed. "Pick one," he said. Olivia settled on the white lingerie gown that had black lace around the top, sides, and bottom. "This one," she said. "Ok," he said standing them both up and taking the box, putting it on the dresser. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Bath or shower?" he whispered in a hoarse tone, aroused and wanting her. "Bath," she said pointing to the oversized jacuzzi tub.
"Are you joining me?" She asked. "Liv, I can't, I won't be able to keep my hands to myself." He confessed. She felt a tinge of disappointment and it showed in her expression. He saw it but he knew he couldn't honor her request. "I'll run the water. Don't move," he demanded." Fitz ran the water covering it with more rose petals. "Let me undress you." Fitz said standing in front of her, swiping his hand down her cheek. He couldn't wait to get her out of the dress. It was going to be like unwrapping the prettiest present he had ever known. Fitz moved behind her and kissed each one of her shoulders, before removing the skinny straps of her dress. Olivia's breasts bounced a little as they were freed from the fabric. No bra. He bit his bottom lip trying to compose himself. Olivia let out a soft moan as his fingers removed the fabric from her body.
Fitz slowly used his hands to push the dress down over her hips, watching it fall into a puddle of fabric. Olivia felt her body come alive with pleasure as he ran his hands up and down her skin. His touch was soft, like a feather teasing her heated skin. She stepped out of the fabric and Fitz noticed her red thong covering her most intimate area. He licked his lips moving her over to the bed to remove her shoes. He knelt down looking up at her, removing each shoe slowly. Olivia captured his lips with a deep kiss, tangling her fingers in his curls. She moaned into his lips, breathlessly.
He broke contact and ran his hands up her legs, massaging close to her sex. Olivia shuddered. His eyes roamed her entire body as he helped her stand to her feet. "So sexy," he said. Fitz walked her to the tub, slid down her thong and helped her step into the warm water. "How is the water?" He asked. "Perfect," she responded. "I am going to make a drink. Do you want one?" he asked "No, I want you to stay, Fitz" she said holding onto his hand. "I'll be back," he said kissing her shoulder before stepping out the room. Fitz needed distance, if he was going to last the entire evening. His arousal for her was building like an inferno. He headed to the bar and fixed a drink, guzzling it down immediately, and pouring another one. He stood at the counter trying to remember everything she told him she wanted tonight, mentally checking it off. He was leaned over on the bar with his back to the bedroom door. His mind was in another place thinking about how he wanted more with Olivia. "Fitz," Olivia said just above a whisper. He jumped a little, turned and saw her wearing the lingerie. Olivia was a beautiful sight. She walked toward him barefoot and stood next to him. "I was calling you a couple times, everything ok?" She asked. "Yes, I was just enjoying a drink and thinking," he said. "Did you need something?" He asked. "No, I'm fine," she said intertwining her hand with his. "Ok" he said. He finished the last drop of Scotch in his glass, leaving the glass on the counter. "It fits you perfectly," he said glancing at the lingerie she was wearing. "It's very nice, Fitz." Olivia said running her fingers over the fabric.
They moved back to the bedroom. Fitz was still fully clothed. "Kiss me," she said as her tongue flicked greedily at his lips. Fitz knew he was at the point of no return. His lips devoured hers as Olivia moaned into the kiss. His hands were everywhere, roaming her petite body. Olivia's body was burning with desire. Her clit was throbbing and aching for his touch. Olivia's hands began unbuttoning his shirt, while Fitz's hands palmed her breasts, flicking her nipples, teasing them through the fabric. Olivia tried to concentrate on his shirt, but it was a losing battle. "Hurry Liv, I want to taste you," he proclaimed. She tried to unloosen the buttons faster. Fitz moved his hands down toward her ass, pressing her into him and she lost all her focus. Olivia immediately felt his erection against the silk fabric of her gown. Olivia finally finished the buttons and let his shirt fall to the floor. She rubbed her hands up and down over his chiseled chest and abs. Her tongue glided over each one of his nipples, causing Fitz to moan in pleasure.
Olivia placed her hand on his belt buckle trying to undo it. Fitz held her hands and stilled them, holding them in place. "Not yet," he said. He removed her lingerie and laid her gently on the bed, peppering soft kisses from her forehead all the way down her body. He paid special attention to her breasts using his tongue to swipe across her nipples. Back and forth. A whimper escaped from Olivia's lips. She watched as he trailed his tongue down her stomach toward her treasure. His tongue parted her swollen folds, her clit was engorged and throbbing. Fitz licked over it, moving his tongue up and down eagerly, swiping it back and forth. Olivia whimpered from the sensation. Her orgasm was building and she was close to exploding. Olivia tried to grip the sheets, but she needed something stronger to hold. He pulled away not giving her the satisfaction just yet. Olivia panted and her breathing hitched. A promise is a promise he said to himself. "Please," she begged. Olivia arched up to him, her legs spreading wider, begging for him to taste her again. "You want it, tell me." He said. "I want it, please don't stop," she cried out softly. He licked, sucked and caressed her fragile flesh with his tongue over and over. Olivia whimpered at the sheer pleasure her body was feeling. With one last flick of his tongue, Olivia's body vibrated with a sharp clenching pleasure.
Fitz held her in position as her orgasm hit, licking and sucking until the sensation began to build up again. Olivia lifted her head and shuddered at the site of Fitz pleasuring her. She could feel her release building and Fitz was showing no mercy with his tongue on her clit. Her fingers gripped his curls pushing him deeper, trying to bring on her release. He could barely breath. Olivia was close and he could tell by her body movements. He slipped two fingers inside, parting her gently, creating a scissor motion with his fingers. She rocked her hips back and forth on his fingers, moaning in pleasure. He lifted his head and watched as she moved on his fingers, eyes wide shut, panting with each stroke. "Fuck," he whispered at the sight. Olivia's pussy clenched around his fingers, spilling out her juices on his fingers. He removed his fingers and spread her juices across his lips, bending down and kissing her. "You taste so sweet, Olivia."
Olivia's eyes fluttered open and met Fitz's stormy gray ones piercing through her. He held out his hand, helping her stand from the bed. She was a little wobbly and he caught her in his arms. "Do you want me, Olivia?" He whispered in front of her. She looked into his eyes and nodded. "Tell me you want me." He requested. "Yes, I want you Fitz." He placed her hands on his belt buckle. Olivia immediately began undoing his belt and the button on his pants. His pants dropped to the floor leaving him only in his boxers. Her hand searched inside his boxers, finding his dick and running her hand over it. Olivia outlined every vein with her fingers, until she reached the tip of his dick, spreading the pre-cum over it. She slowly began stroking him, circling her thumb over the tip. His head fell in the crook of her neck. "It feels so good, Liv." He groaned. Fitz was on the verge of exploding. He stopped her movements. "Liv, if you don't stop, I'm not going to make it through the night." He confessed.
Fitz lightly kissed her on the lips before going over to the night stand for a condom. He pushed his boxers down stepping out of them. Olivia let out a deep breath and whimpered when she saw how thick and hard he was. He slid the condom on and returned to her. "Scratch me, dig your nails in my back, kiss me, scream, do whatever it takes. If you want me to stop, tell me." He said. Olivia responded "Ok," and waited for his next move. Fitz slowly laid her on the bed, hovering over her, looking into her eyes for any sign of resistance. He kept his eyes on her as he teased her entrance. Fitz whispered in her ear, "Relax Liv, I won't hurt you." Her eyes slowly closed and she let out a breath she was holding. Fitz slowly eased inside her, feeling her walls stretching around him. She was tight. Olivia gripped the sheets and found she needed something more secure. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Fitz's broad back, digging her nails into his flesh. Fitz arched his back as he felt the burning sensation from her nails.
He bent down and captured her lips, giving her more of him. Olivia whimpered. Her legs locked around his back, wanting him to go deeper. Her hips began meeting his thrusts, moving at the same rhythm. Their kiss became more intense as Fitz moved deeper inside her, pushing past the soft tissue that held her virginity. Olivia cried out, scraping his back with her nails. Fitz stilled his movements until her breathing calmed. Her eyes opened and a single tear fell. He kissed her cheek before the tear completely fell. Her eyes pleaded with him to keep going. He began moving inside her again. Slowly. Moving from her lips to her neck, kissing, touching wherever he could. A series of broken cries left Olivia's lips. "You're so tight Liv," he groaned. Fitz worked his erection into her, penetrating deeper, with slow easy strokes. Her pussy rippled around him and she let out an exasperated moan.
Fitz wasn't going to last another second. He needed to pick up the pace for his release. He rested his hand under her, arching her more into him. His strokes quickened. Olivia kissed him hard at the contact. She whispered his name several times against his lips, making him lose control. Fitz felt his release building and he knew it was about to happen. He held her tight as his body jerked, releasing inside the condom. Fitz kissed her passionately as his body stilled from his orgasm, pulling out slowly. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped between Olivia's legs. Olivia was still sensitive and jerked a little as the towel touched her. Fitz discarded the condom and joined Olivia on the bed. He pulled her into him allowing no space between them. Olivia rested her head on his chest. They were both silent, listening to each other breathe in and out. "Are you ok?" Fitz asked breaking the silence. "Yes, it was wonderful, Fitz." She proclaimed. "How was it for you?" She questioned. His voice was deep and raspy, "I enjoyed it Liv, more than you know." Fitz was falling for her and he wasn't sure what to do about his feelings. Olivia rubbed her hand over his chest hairs, slightly curling it with her fingers. "I want to do it again," she said. "Ok" he answered. And they did, multiple times throughout the night.
Olivia was curled against Fitz like a tired kitten. Her head was against his chest and her arm lazily draped around his waist. Fitz was holding onto her tight. They were both spent from the previous night. He woke first, softly running his fingers over Olivia's back. "Mmmmmmmm" she moaned. He planted kisses on her forehead trying to wake her. "Liv," he whispered, "Its morning." Her eyes fluttered open and she exhaled in his scent. "How you feeling?" he asked. "My legs are a little sore," she explained. "Anything else sore?" he asked. "No," she answered dropping her hand down toward his length, touching him and lightly stoking it. Her dreams were filled with him, she was already wet and eager for him to be inside her. "Fitz," she whispered. "Hmmmmmmm" he said enjoying her slow strokes. "Do you want to?" she asked. "You don't have to ask, Olivia," he responded. Fitz turned to try and get on top, but she pushed him back on the bed straddling him. He was a little shocked by her forwardness. "I want you this way," she said. "Ok," he said placing his hands on her hips. She bent down and kissed him, whispering in his ear, "Keep your hands to the side until I tell you."
His eyes widened at her control. He reached his hand over on the night stand, searching for a condom. He kept picking up empty wrappers. "Shit Liv, I think we used the whole box last night," Fitz said sitting up. "Your exaggerating, Fitz" Olivia said leaning on him reaching on the night stand. "Oh shit, your right." They both laughed. "Wait," she said getting off of him and locating her bag. Olivia found the condoms she had thrown in her bag. "Here," she said handing the condom to him. "Oh ok, you're really horny," he said with a smirk. "Stop talking," she demanded straddling him again. Olivia licked her lips as she watched him slide his hand over his erect dick before putting on the condom. He noticed her eyes fixated on his actions. "One day, I'll let you watch," he said. Her clit pulsated at his comment. Olivia lifted up and slid down on him slowly. Fitz's eyes closed in pleasure. She fit around him so perfectly, like a glove. Olivia began moving up, down, and circling her hips. She was moaning loud with each movement, causing his dick to pulsate inside her.
Fitz grabbed a portion of the sheet in his hands as he tried not to touch Olivia. He opened his eyes and watched her breasts bounce as she rode him. He bit his bottom lip letting out a deep groan. She bent down and whispered in his ear, "How does it feel?" "Damn good," he said. "I want to touch you, I need to touch you," he professed. "Not yet," she said. She was pressed into his chest, lifting her ass up and down, guiding him deeper into her pussy. "Touch me Fitz," she demanded. He loosened his grip on the sheets and went straight for her hips, pressing her deeper into him. "Sit up," he demanded. He was ravenous, grabbing her breast, capturing the nipple with his thumb and fore finger. His other hand toyed with her clit. "Ohhhhh Fitz…. shitttttt," she cried out. "Come for me, Liv," he said. He sat up a little and worked his hips pumping her deeper. Olivia cried out as her pussy clenched around Fitz's dick, sending rippling sensations throughout her body. He rubbed her back stroking her with slow thrusts. "Don't stop," she whined. Fitz pumped harder inside her, building his release. Sweat poured from their bodies as they moved in sync. Fitz was close and Olivia could tell by his moaning. He placed his hand on her ass, pushing her deeper on him. "Fuuucckkkkk," he groaned as his body jerked from his orgasm. Olivia collapsed on his chest.
"Good morning," she said out of breath. "Good morning, beautiful," he responded. Olivia slowly eased off of him. "I'm going to shower," she said grabbing her clothes from her bag and walking toward the bathroom. "You want to join me?" she asked. He wrestled with her request. Wanting to say yes so badly, but he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself. She saw him contemplating his decision and she knew he was going to say no. He declined. She let out a sigh and entered the bathroom alone. He finally got off the bed, removed the condom and tossed it in the garbage. He found the room service menu and ordered breakfast before heading into the other bathroom to shower.
Fitz was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt. He was waiting for Olivia to join him in the dining room for breakfast. "Hi," she said walking into the room, wrapping her arms around him, melting into his arms. "Hi," he said. Olivia glanced at the food that was displayed on the table. "Fitz did you order the whole menu?" she asked. "I wasn't sure what you ate for breakfast, so I ordered a little of everything," he said flashing a crooked smile. "Come here," she said grabbing his hand and moving him over to the food. Olivia took a plate and handed it to him. "I like eggs, toast, hash browns, fruit, and bacon," she stated. He plated the food and walked it over to the table. "Tell me what do you like," she asked walking back over to the table pointing to the food. He was standing behind her with his hands lazily around her waist, "You," he whispered in her ear. "Fiittzzz," she whined. "Focus," "Waffles, bacon, eggs, fruit." He replied. She plated the food and walked it to the table. "Tea, coffee, or juice?" she asked. "Coffee," he responded. "Sugar and milk?" she asked. "Nothing in it, just black," he said with a smirk. "What do you want to drink?" he asked. "Tea," she responded. He poured the tea and sat it down next to her plate.
After breakfast they relaxed on the couch letting the last 24 hours wash over them. Olivia was curled into Fitz listening to his heart beat, with his arms draped over her. "Tell me about your last relationship?" Olivia asked.
"It was two years ago. Her name was Amanda. I met her through a mutual friend. We dated for a year. Things were going really well, I thought. We were hanging out one day at the park and we saw this couple and they had the cutest dog. She said she really liked the dog. Her face lit up when she petted the dog, so a week later I bought her the same dog. That was six months into our relationship. She was shocked at the gesture. I thought she would have been happy. Things changed, but we continued to date. At the year mark, I asked her to move in with me. She said I was moving way too fast for her and she needed space. I knew that meant we were breaking up. After that I threw myself into work and just haven't made time for dating." He explained.
"You bought her a dog, Fitz? That is a big commitment." Olivia said.
"I love hard and fast. I guess that's my downfall," he responded.
"You can't buy love, Fitz." Olivia said.
"I know," he agreed.
"How many times have you invited a woman up to your room and paid for everything?" Olivia asked.
Fitz sat up a little, causing her to shift her position. "This is the first time I brought a woman in my suite. When I'm in Vegas it's for work, not socially. My friends wanted to come here to celebrate, so I planned the trip for them. My trips are normally short, mostly meetings with clients."
"What about Alyssa?" she questioned.
"My assistant?" he asked. "I never mix business with pleasure. I fly her in right before a meeting. She prepares the documents needed for my meetings. What's with all the questions?"
"I just don't want to be one of your Las Vegas rendezvous'," Olivia stated.
Fitz chuckled.
"A Las Vegas rendezvous," he said. "I am not interested in a rendezvous, Olivia. I really like you. I hope we can spend more time together, when we get back to DC. I work a lot of hours, but I'm willing to make you a priority," he explained.
"I really like you too, Fitz. Between work and finishing my thesis for school, my time is limited right now," she answered.
"Will you make time for me?" he asked.
Olivia's phone buzzed on the couch and she knew it was Abby calling to remind her it was time to start packing for their trip home. She answered telling her she would be down soon. Olivia turned to Fitz, "I have to go." "I know," he said. They stood unsure of how things would be when they got back to their reality. They were quiet. Olivia gathered up her things, placing them in her bag. "Keep everything," Fitz said. A sense of sadness swept over the both of them. "Liv," Fitz said following Olivia to the door. "You didn't answer my question." She shrugged, "I don't want to get my hopes up, Fitz."
They walked to the elevator in silence, walking down the hallway to Olivia's room. Fitz embraced Olivia when they reached her door, holding her tight in his arms, not wanting to let go. Olivia broke from his embrace, placing her lips on his "Kiss me like you did the first time." Fitz turned her, moving her back against the wall and kissed her.
Olivia missed Fitz the moment she walked into her room. Her friends were scurrying and throwing things in their suitcase. When they heard the door close they immediately looked up and saw Olivia standing at the door. "You ok," Makayla asked "I'm fine," Olivia answered walking into the room. She needed a moment to process and didn't want to answer any questions. "How was it?" Abby asked in a serious tone. "It was everything I ever dreamed," Olivia responded with a smile. "Damn!" Quinn said. "Your glowing," Makayla said. Olivia couldn't concentrate. She could only think about Fitz. Olivia randomly threw her clothes and shoes in the suitcase, not caring how it looked. She would deal with it when she got home. "Do you want to talk about it?" Abby inquired. "I do…I will…just not right now," she stated. Surprisingly, they respected her decision and didn't press her with questions.
They gathered their suitcases and headed to the lobby for check-out. Abby called an Uber using her phone and they waited outside for the car to arrive. "I had an amazing birthday, ladies. Thank you so much Abby for coordinating the trip." Olivia said hugging each of them. "Your welcome bestie, I'm happy you met Fitz for your birthday." Abby said nudging Olivia. Olivia smiled. The Uber pulled up as Olivia's phone rang. "Where are you?" she heard Fitz ask on the phone. "Outside the hotel," Olivia responded. "Wait for me," he blurted out. "Fitz, I have to go, the Uber just arrived," Olivia stated. Fitz pleaded, "Wait for me Liv, please." Abby looked at the expression on Olivia's face and asked the Uber driver to wait a few minutes.
Olivia glanced at the entrance of the hotel and saw Fitz speed walking toward her. He was wearing a navy-blue suit, a blue and gray tie with a pair of brown shoes to match. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. "Is this the Uber?" he asked. Olivia nodded "Yes," Fitz walked up to the driver and handed him money. "My driver is going to take you and your friends to the airport." Fitz said as a black stretched limo pulled up beside them. The limo driver exited, acknowledged Fitz with a hand shake, and carried their suitcases to the trunk.
"You clean up nice," Olivia said.
"Thank you. I'm seeing a client in a few. Call me when you get home, beautiful." He kissed her one last time allowing his lips to linger on hers.
"Liv, we have to go," Quinn yelled out the window.
"I'm going to miss my flight, Fitz." Olivia said. "Miss it," he replied.
Olivia explained, "I can't, I have work in the morning. I'll call you later."
Fitz watched Olivia bend down and step into the limo. His heart ached for her as she closed the door. As the limo pulled off, Olivia looked at Fitz standing on the sidewalk wondering if there was any truth to the saying, 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.'
Did Olivia call him when she got back home?
Did Fitz call her?
Did they let work and everyday responsibilities get in the way?
Do you want to know what happens after Vegas?
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