So….I'm back with another one. This one is completely inspired by the title which is inspired by the song. I had it on replay as I wrote it. I'm like on a writing high right now which is a win-win for us all! I hope this chapter is not too much lol. Warning: do not try this at home! Because I've realized that some of my readers are not 18+. But as always, Enjoy and Follow : )
I been drinking, I been drinking, Olivia was singing in her head. She giggled as Fitz drove them home from the club. They had gone out that night for no reason in particular other than to enjoy themselves. The whole night, they were all over each other. They might as well have worn one another; who needed clothes anyway? He was speeding on a deserted street, trying to concentrate as Liv kept talking in his ear.
"I'm the baddest bitch thus far. And I want you to fuck me. Really fuck me. Be rough. Pull my hair," she was saying.
If only she knew, he was going to do all of that plus more. Way more if he had his way and he was a man who was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted, with just a lick of his lips. Especially when it came to Olivia.
He pulled the car over and turned in his seat to face Olivia. He placed his hand on her neck while his thumb ran across her bottom lip, pulling it down before releasing it. He leaned in and traced it with his tongue. When she thought he was going to kiss her he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, instead running his tongue along her throat this time. She moaned, he groaned.
"Keep talking and we won't make it to the house," he warned her before pulling back onto the road. That's when she kicked her shoes off and got up onto her knees on the seat and started singing Drunk In Love and swinging her hair around. Her fingers were playing in her curls as she gave him a come hither look and licked her lips. He swallowed as he watched her from the corner of his eye. If she didn't sit her ass down she was going to be drunk on the pavement.
She kept thinking about how their bodies moved together at the club that night. All of her curves fit into his body like they were made to be together. The way he gripped her hips when she danced or the way he would place kisses on her exposed shoulder and neck, sometimes a lick, sometimes a bite. The more he teased her the harder she danced on him. For a second she was afraid he'd leave a hole in his pants. They only took breaks to go grab a quick drink and then they were back on the floor.
As much as she wanted him to do her up against the wall at home, she didn't think she could wait. She missed his body contact already. Luckily, Fitz pulled into the driveway just then and shut off the engine. He hopped out so fast she blinked in confusion, wondering where he had gone. That's when she felt his hands around her waist pulling her out of the car.
They had barely made it into the foyer when he was pulling up her dress and pushing her panties to the side. He was kissing her all over as his fingers explored her wetness. He didn't waste any time before he was thrusting one then two fingers inside of her. His fingers were slick with her arousal. She bit his bottom lip, leaving a little blood where her teeth had been. He didn't care; he just wanted her to come for him. She must have been burning up for him because it didn't take long. He held her up against the wall while her legs shook and her walls clenched on his fingers. He didn't remove them until she had completely come down from her high. And when he did, she grabbed them and licked each one until they were all clean.
"Hey, that was mine!" he pouted.
"Shut up and kiss me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked all of her juices off until he could no longer taste her anymore. When he pulled back he noticed a stain on her dress. She must've spilled some D'usse on herself when they were out. Picking her up, he carried her upstairs to their bathroom. He placed her on her feet while he ran them some bath water. When it was ready he turned to her. She smiled up at him as he stepped into her personal space and reached behind her, unzipping her dress. The zipper went all the way down to her ass. He cupped her gently, pulling her into him. He didn't kiss her, this time he just ran his lips up and down her neck leaving goose bumps. She shivered.
He stepped back and used the tip of his finger to lower the front of her dress over her breasts. After that he watched it slowly collapse onto the floor, leaving her in a red thong. She started to remove it and he stopped her. He wanted her to keep it on for now along with her heels.
He moved back and took off all of his clothes. Every last piece until he was gloriously naked. Olivia smirked, appreciating the view and knowing he was all hers. He sat on the edge of the tub with his legs wide and his arms bracing on either side of him. She sashayed her way over to him, stopping between his legs. Leaning down, she stopped when their lips were touching and asked, "Why can't I keep my fingers off it baby I want you."
"Show me."
She turned around and shook her ass in his face. He grabbed her hips to still her movements and placed his face on her left cheek. When he removed his head he smacked it before grabbing both sides and pushing them together, reveling in their fullness in his hands. That's when she turned back around and got on her knees. She ran both hands up his legs, stopping right before she reached his cock. She repeated the movement and watched as he struggled to concentrate on breathing. Using both hands she touched him where she knew he wanted her hands the most. He grabbed one of her hands and kissed the back, then flipped it over and kissed her wrist, her palm, the tips of her fingers, before taking them one by one into his mouth mimicking her earlier actions. She took off her heels then her thong and stood up.
She was trying to tell him to get in the tub but her breasts were in his face, which translated into him not hearing a word that came out of her mouth. So she pushed him into the tub splashing a little water in the process. "What the hell?" he exclaimed. But he quickly shut up when he saw her step into the tub with him. He knew what she wanted to do. She turned so her back was facing him and straddled his waist. He definitely liked the view from where he was. Thankfully the tub was only half full. He raised her hips and lowered her onto his length while bringing his legs up enough for her to lean forward on.
That's when she started singing again. "Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard. Surfboard, Surfboard."
He let her set the pace as she rode him. He leaned his head back against the wall, enjoying the feeling of her enclosed around him. He placed one hand on her shoulder to steady her as he got lost in the feelings she evoked. God he loved this woman. When she was close she placed her hands on his knees and started to grind her hips in a slow, circular motion. His mouth was hanging open and they both let out a loud moan as they came…together. She slumped against his legs as they tried to catch their breaths.
"I'm hungry," she randomly said.
They got out of the tub and dried themselves off. They didn't bother to put on clothes. They padded into the kitchen looking for something they could snack on. In the fridge they saw a bunch of fruit and looked at each other before grabbing everything that they could find. Olivia was about to grab a strawberry when Fitz started moving towards her. She wasn't paying attention so he spun her around and picked her up to place her on the center isle.
She moved backwards under his intense gaze. She moved back until the back of her knees met the edge of the counter. He ran his hands up her body until she was on her back. He grabbed the container of strawberries that she was previously about to demolish and grabbed one. He bit into it and spread the juice one both breasts and down to her navel. He leaned down and slowly licked up every drop. Her breathing was becoming shallow. He grabbed a few pineapple chunks and fed them to her before going back to the fridge for the whipped cream.
She spread her legs a little wider and he covered her pussy completely with it. This time he made sure not to rush. He wanted her to squirm. She was growing impatient as he was taking forever to remove the layer of whipped cream. When his tongue finally touched her she arched her back and pinched her nipples. Her feet were now on the edge of the counter. He grabbed her thighs as he licked her senseless. She tangled her fingers in his hair, telling him not to stop. And he didn't.
When he was done he slid into her for round three, or was it technically four? He didn't know and he didn't care. When they were done both of them were too exhausted to move. So they fell asleep right there on the counter, him still inside of her, her on her back. The next morning they awoke to see that they had left the fruit out and then they looked at each other with amused expressions on their faces.
What the hell happened last night? They both thought. Then they spoke in unison: "How did this shit happen?" and laughed as they got up. He sucked a nipple into his mouth but she pushed him off of her saying that they should probably clean up and get clean not try to finish what they started.
By the time they had finished she looked at him and laughed. "I think we may have been drunk in love."
Thank you, ladies and gents. **Closes curtains** That was FUN! Seriously! I got this idea in the middle of writing ch. 14 of LOML which is also up by the way. My present to you! Let me know what you think about this chapter and also, If you guys want to you can PM or leave a suggestion of a song you'd like to see in a REVIEW. Or it can be a certain scenario, whatever you prefer just let me know.
