Disclaimer: Dick Wolf owns everything; I own nothing. But these characters need help. Badly.

Rating: M

Ok, it was pointed out that I was with my friend, Melissa when I met Mariska during the filming of Bombshell. Sorry to leave you out of the mentions, Melissa!

Bombshell II

"Seriously, Liv? You're into that?" Elliot asked, still completely thrown off by her previous statement.

"I'm into you, and if that's what you want to do, then I trust you not to hurt me," Olivia answered. Elliot sat up and pulled her with him, dragging the throw blanket from the couch around them. He pulled her close and ran a hand through her hair as he contemplated her words.

"Have you ever done it before?" he asked. Olivia gritted her teeth. Honesty was important between the two of them.

"Not completely," she replied.

"Ok, what does 'not completely' mean, exactly? Did you start and have to stop? I don't want to push you into anything," Elliot answered.

"'Not completely' means I've never done it with an actual human being before," she answered.

"So you've…" he wasn't sure how to finish that statement without embarrassing one or both of them.

"Sometimes, I can't quite get there through…traditional means," Olivia began, choosing each word carefully. "So, on occasion, a certain battery powered object has found its way to that particular location, yes." Elliot swallowed hard. He though of her, lying naked in her own bed, pushing a vibrator into her. Then he pictured frustration on her face as she realized she wasn't quite getting to the heights she needed in order to climax, so she took the same object and pushed it into the place where he was longing to be. And it was those thoughts that caused his dick to spring to life again.

"Do you want to?" Elliot asked. He had to be sure. He brought a hand to her jawline and stroked her cheek, tilting her face towards his.

"Yes," she said breathily. "I've never said that to anyone before." He scooped her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom. He climbed on top of her and peppered her face with soft kisses. She could feel her body start to respond as his kissing became more insistent. His hands were all over her body, seemingly everywhere all at the same time. He kissed his way down her form, dragging her panties off of her as he went. When he reached her feet, he gently picked up her right foot, undid the delicate buckled and tossed the shoe on the floor. He rubbed her foot reverently, and the pain from being in the heels all night subsided. Then he lifted her left foot and repeated his actions.

She pulled herself up to a sitting position and opened her bedside drawer, extracting two items and placing them on the table for later. She pushed Elliot so that he was lying on his back. He was already semi-hard, and had been since their conversation began. She knelt next to him and licked her lips. She gripped his member firmly and wrapped her lips around it. She added light suction and felt him harden and lengthen in her mouth. Elliot reached down and ran a hand through her hair, revealing her face as she showered his cock with attention. He stiffened farther at the sight of her lips wrapped around him and she felt him hit the back of her throat. He was thankful they had already had a first round; it would allow him to last longer the second time. She used her hand to stroke him as her tongue swirled the head, her tongue playing along it as if it were a lollipop.

As she enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down, he reached to where she was kneeling and ran a finger along her slit. Her body was already producing fresh fluids. Damn, this woman was insatiable. He found her clit and rubbed gently, causing her to moan around him. The vibrations of her voice couple with the sound went directly to his cock, making him even harder. Olivia gave him a few more licks before reaching over to the nightstand to pick up the objects she had previously retrieved. She looked in his eyes as she ripped open the wrapper on the condom. She pinched the top and fitting it over the head before bending down and using her lips to unroll it completely over him. Fuck, she was hot.

Next she picked up the tube of lubricant and generously covered the outside of the condom. Elliot reach up and pulled her down for another deep kiss. Elliot took the tube from her and applied a generous amount to her ass. He worked his finger in, and she started to moan. He worked a second in, stretching the muscles further. She was even tighter there than in her pussy.

"Elliot, I need you…in me…" she panted. He pulled his fingers out. She was definitely read for the main event.

"How do you want to do this?" Elliot asked. It wasn't going to hurt him, but it could definitely hurt her, so she needed to choose how she wanted it done.

"The easiest way is to spoon. That way I can adjust as necessary," she answered. Not quite sexy bedroom conversation, but it needed to be said. She rolled onto her side and curled into a fetal position, pulling her knees high. Elliot ran a hand over her arm, skimming the length of her body once more.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, as he bent to kiss her neck again. He heard her breathing quicken, but there was a tinge of fear to it. "It's ok honey, we can stop any time you want to."

"Elliot…" she eeked out. "Just shut up and fuck me." Elliot was only to happy to comply. He positioned himself at her tight hole, wrapped an arm around her waist, and slowly started to push. Olivia grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest.

"Ahhh….." she screamed. Elliot felt the head slip past her sphincter. That was the hardest part. "Wait," she said, panting. "Give me a minute." Elliot stopped. He stroked her side until she gave him permission to go on. He pushed in another inch or so. He face screwed in pain and she buried it in the pillow.

"Liv, we don't have to do this," he said, stroking her gently once again.

"No, it's fine. Really, El," she said breathlessly. Elliot was beginning to have second thoughts. He didn't want to hurt her; this wasn't worth it. Shaking his head and wrapping his arm around her waist once more, he gave another push.

"Ahhhh….soooo good!" she cried. Huh? The pain wasn't bothering her. Just the opposite, in fact. It was turning her on even more. After a few more tries, Elliot bottomed out into her. He started to thrust, gently at first. Short, soft strokes. She moaned his name as he filled her. He could feel her relax around him, and he knew that he could pick up the pace. Soon, he was filling her with long, deep strokes. He grabbed her hips and rotated them so that she was on her knees and he was behind her. This gave him better leverage. She arched her back, giving him the angle he needed to keep going.

"You like having your ass fucked," Elliot said, bending over to whisper in her ear. "You like having my big cock shoved up your tight little ass, don't you?" And this, this right here is what kept Elliot coming back to Olivia. Never mind that, in his opinion, she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, and that she understood him in a way that no one, not even his wife, did. She was an animal in the bedroom, always willing to try anything, and the dirty talk just turned her on even more. His wife just thought anything outside of vanilla sex was disgusting. What a prude.

"Oh, God, yes, El. I love having you in my ass," she panted. He picked up his rhythm even more. He slapped her ass a few times. He loved the way it bounces, and he found the smacking sound of his hand against her skin incredibly erotic. She moaned deeply, appreciating everything he was doing to her. She wasn't sure how to explain it, but she genuinely loved what he was doing to her, even though every cell in her body told her she should hate it. But then his hand was on her clit again. He rubbed vigorously as he continued to pound into her. She clutched at the pillow and turned her face toward it. She screamed as her body tensed, tight as a bow. Waves of pleasure surged through her, stronger and more powerful than she had ever felt in her life.

Elliot continued to thrust as she clamped down around him again. He could feel the pressure building in his balls as he watched her climax. He was silently glad she turned her face toward the pillow because the scream that came from her would have surely woken the neighbors. Oh, now he had another idea of what he wanted to do with her. But that would have to wait. He cried out her name as he came once more. He slipped out of her and discretely slipped into the bathroom to deposit the used condom and wash his hands. Then he returned to the bed, where Olivia was curled on her side. He slipped behind her and pulled her toward him, spooning her once again.

"Well?" she asked.

"That was…shit, Liv, that was amazing," he confessed. "How are you?"

"A little sore," she confessed. "But El, that was the best sex I've ever had." A grin slipped across Elliot's face. Yes, the cocky bastard was quite proud of himself, and with good reason, too.

At your insistence, here is your part two. I hope you all enjoyed hot, steamy, kinky EO sex…I know I did!

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