"Mommy!" Seph ran through the lobby, Lio close behind, and threw herself into Olivia's lap. Olivia wrapped her arms around her daughter, cradling her in her lap. Holding a hand out, she patted Lio's shoulder as he stood beside her chair.
"Where's dad?" Lio questioned.
"He's still in surgery," Olivia answered, moving her hand from Lio's shoulder and brushing Seph's curls out of her eyes, "but the doctors say he's doing good."
"What happened?" Lio dropped his backpack to the floor and flopped into the chair beside his mom.
"I don't know the whole story," Olivia replied, hugging Seph closer. "Where's Athena?"
"She went for a walk with aunt Sadie." Lio frowned, bending to unzip his backpack and pull a red folder free.
"She didn't want to come in here?"
"Aunt Sadie said they needed to talk," Seph stated, resting her cheek on Olivia's shoulder.
"Was your aunt Sadie okay?"
"Yeah," was the only reply Seph seemed interested in giving right before yawning.
"Did you have a long day at school?" Olivia moved her hand in soothing circles across Seph's back.
"I played soccer in gym and I raced Jessica at recess." Seph yawned again, her eyelids fluttering shut.
"Sounds like you had a busy day." Olivia smiled as Seph wrapped her fingers around the collar of Olivia's shirt.
"A fun day," Seph corrected, her hot, even breaths blowing across Olivia's neck.
"Take a nap, sweet girl." Olivia kissed the top of Seph's head, leaning back against her chair to give Seph a more reclined position.
"What did happen, Mom?" Lio probed once more after Seph had fallen asleep. He had turned large, questioning eyes toward his mother and, when it seemed as though she wasn't going to respond, continued with: "I can handle it."
"Oh Lio," Olivia sighed, blinking rapidly against the tears in her eyes.
"It's okay, mom." Lio closed his folder, laying it atop his book bag, and wiggled around in his seat until he was sitting on his knees. With ample room, he reached across his seat to kiss his mom's cheek.
"Hey Liv, do you want me to turn this off?" Eddie stopped in front of Olivia, tilting his head toward the flatscreen hanging on the wall. Olivia's attention turned toward the television and the large, breaking news banner across the bottom of the screen that read: Highland County Sheriff shot; 2 officers dead.
"It's okay." Olivia's gaze slid to Lio, once more submersed in his homework, before turning back toward the television.
"Good evening. We start this news broadcast with breaking news from Highland County," the news anchor began, his face stony as he made his announcement. "Angela Landis comes to us live from Hillsborough."
The scene changed to a tall, thin brunette standing in front of an apartment complex just outside of town. Her name flashed across the screen and the wind whipped her hair. Olivia frowned at the scene - if it wasn't for the knowledge she already had of the scene, it would appear peaceful. Sunlight streaming through the newly leafed-out trees surrounding the apartment complex. All the emergency response vehicles were gone and children were even playing kickball in the parking lot.
"Good evening," Angela intoned. "I'm standing in front of Whispering Oaks apartments in Hillsborough where, earlier today, a standoff between a 21-year-old suspect and local law enforcement ensued."
The live picture faded to archive footage of an ambulance speeding down the highway toward the city - and the closest trauma unit to Hillsborough, with a full police escort. After a few seconds of that footage, the footage shifted once more to earlier video of police cruisers and SWAT vehicles sitting outside the apartment complex as the news anchor's voice played:
"Officers were called to the scene around nine a.m. when the 21 year old suspect made a 911 call claiming to be suicidal. The suspect opened fire on the Hillsborough city police who responded to the call - striking Officer Garrett who would later succumb to his wounds. The other officer was able to call for backup. Backup would come in the form of both Hillsborough city police and the Highland County Sheriff's Department. Arriving at the scene, Sheriff Fitzgerald Grant and an unnamed deputy attempted to move Officer Garrett to a safe position for EMS. Both Sheriff Grant and the deputy were struck. Reports indicate that the deputy died on the scene while Sheriff Grant is currently at the hospital in critical condition. Back to you, Kyle."
"Thank you, Angela. And we will you keep you updated as this breaking news story develops."
"Dad's going to be okay, right?" Lio's voice broke Olivia's stare from the television screen. Taking a shaky breath, she held Seph just a little tighter.
"Hey buddy." Eddie knelt in front of Lio's chair, placing his hands on the wooden armrests. "What'da'ya say we go get a snack? I think I saw some pretty cool stuff over there. If your mama's okay with that."
Lio turned his attention to Olivia, his question forgotten and eyes wide with excitement. Olivia nodded her head, giving Eddie an appreciative half-smile before he whisked the kid away. She wasn't left alone to muse in her thoughts for long, though.
"Olivia?"
"Lisa?" Olivia tilted her head to look up at the woman she had met only a handful of times.
"I hope you don't mind me just showing up," The younger woman apologised, her eyes somewhat watery as she eased into Lio's now vacated seat.
"Not at all," Olivia cleared her throat. "I'm sorry about Stephen."
"Thank you. And I'm sorry about Fitz. I really, really hope he pulls through this. He's a good guy and Stephen looked up to him."
"Thank you. How are the boys?"
"They're with my parents. I don't think they truly understand what has happened."
"I'm sorry."
"Harrison drove me to the morgue. They still had to have somebody identify…" Lisa cleared her throat, dabbing at her eyes with her shirt. "I couldn't do it. Harrison offered. I needed a moment, so I asked him to bring me here. I think he'd rather be with the rest of the guys than driving me around, anyway. And I can't help Stephen. But I can help you and Fitz and your kids."
"Lisa," Olivia's own voice cracked as she reached across the seat, taking Lisa's hand in hers - offering comfort without words.
"This is bullshit."
"Athena!" Mercedes whipped her head toward her niece, her mouth falling open at the outburst.
"Sorry," Athena mumbled. "How could someone do this? What makes someone go, 'hey, I think I'll shoot someone'?"
"I don't have an answer for that, Ath," Mercedes exhaled sharply. "Some people just suck."
"How could anyone be okay with hurting someone?"
"Not everyone's got a pure heart like you, kid." Mercedes leaned against the brick wall, inhaling the scent of the blooming flowers along the pathway. A bird chirped loudly as it flew by.
"It's messed up, ya know? All this bad stuff keeps happening to dad. First mom and now this."
"Mom? How is your mom involved in this?" Mercedes raised a brow, watching her niece fidget before meeting her blue gaze.
"She ruined their marriage and our family -"
"Ath, we've been over this…"
"And it still doesn't change the fact that dad didn't cheat. Dad didn't leave us."
"Athena," Mercedes sighed, pushing away from the wall and walking toward her niece. Wrapping an arm around the tall girl, she continued, "your mother loves you. Did she do some messed up things in the past? Yeah. We all have. You can't keep holding onto this anger, though. You won't ever be happy. And you can't hold onto the past because if you, you'll miss out on all the great things happening now."
"Ahem."
Mercedes and Athena turned their heads at the sound of someone clearing their throat to find Jerry standing nearby. He had his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face as he walked toward them.
"I knew I raised you right," Jerry commented, nodding toward Mercedes. "Your aunt is right, Athena. You can't hold onto that anger."
"How do you let it go?" Athena wondered, blinking as she looked to her grandfather.
"You have to find what works for you, Athena." Jerry advised, interjecting himself between Mercedes and Athena, wrapping his arms around their shoulders. "Go out and break something. Write a letter to your mom. Or go to therapy with her. Get all of your anger and hurt out in a neutral environment."
"Did you really just tell me to yell at my mom?" Athena giggled, rubbing at her eyes.
"In a neutral environment," Jerry winked.
"I'll think about it, papaw."
"Just don't be so hard on your mama, kid. Life's too short to go around being angry all the time."
"Ain't that the truth," Mercedes agreed, leaning her head against her father's shoulder.
"We better get back inside. I promised your mama," Jerry looked pointedly at Athena before turning his gaze to Mercedes, "And your mama, that I would come find you two. They should be giving an update on Fitz in any minute."
"Clamp," one doctor called, holding his gloved hand in the air as he awaited the much needed medical tool.
"We have to control this bleeding," another doctor warned, the long, blue medical gloves she wore were red with blood.
"Where's Hart?" The first doctor demanded, moving back toward the open chest cavity, using his newly acquired clamp to slow the bleeding there.
"On his way," a nurse responded.
"We're going to need all the cardio help we can get," the second doctor stated. "God I hope he pulls through this."
"We all do, Grein. Though who the hell knows when he'll wake up if he does."
As the doctors worked away above him, Fitz's mind replayed the last interaction he had had with Olivia - keeping him blissfully unaware of the gruelling surgery his body was going through.
XXXX
"Well, the kids are in bed and my parents are gone," Fitz stated, stumbling over a blanket in the floor and causing Olivia to giggle - her margarita sloshing over her hand. "And you're a little drunk."
"Not as drunk as you," Olivia countered, sticking her tongue out.
"That's mature," Fitz chuckled, his eyes drifting to the patio doors and the brilliantly lit sky. "Want to go soak in the jacuzzi?"
"It's midnight."
"I'm not tired. Are you?"
And so they found themselves in the jacuzzi, sitting at opposite sides of the large hot tub and commenting on the stars. Laughter filled the space between them along with a few hearty 'slurps' as they passed the bottle of tequila Fitz had brought outside between the two. At some point, although Fitz wasn't sure when or how, Olivia had slid across the jacuzzi until she was sitting in the seat right beside him.
"I don't even know if I can get out of here without falling on my face," Fitz confided.
"I know I can't," Olivia admitted, placing her hand on Fitz's shoulder and attempting to stand. If it hadn't been for Fitz's quick reflexes, she would have hit the seat hard on her way down. As it was, she landed in his lap - both laughing. Laughter that soon turned to his lips on hers.
"Mmmm," Olivia commented when he pulled away. "You're a really good kisser."
Fitz wasn't sure how they made it out of the jacuzzi or how they made it to his room, but the next memory he had of them was them standing in his room, Olivia's arms around his neck and standing on her tiptoes as she kissed him.
"So damn short," Fitz grumbled against her lips, leaning down and hooking his hands around the back of her thighs, just beneath her ass, and lifting her. He roughly sat her on the long dresser against the wall, her legs forced apart so he could stand between them.
The kiss was broken and her head forced back as his lips went to her throat, kissing and nipping her tender skin. Olivia's head was tilted back, eyes staring up at the white ceiling. One of her hands went to his shoulder while the other rested on the back of his neck, her thumb grazing the hairs there.
"I can't believe this is happening. Is this really happening?" she breathed.
"Mmm," Fitz agreed, lightly nipping the skin of her throat and earning a gasp. The flat of his tongue dragged along the spot he'd just nipped as one of his hands slid up her side, playing with the strings of her bikini bottom. Tucking his fingers underneath her bottom so he was able to push and pull her hips, he forced her to grind against him - a moan escaping her lips as his hard cock hit her clit perfectly.
His hand slid from her side up to her hair, fingers threading into her curly locks and coaxing a gasp from her that was then immediately followed by another moan. Fitz's lips were on her throat as soon as it was bared to him, placing gentle kisses, licks, and nips along the tender skin.
"Come on, Livvie," he commanded against her lips; his voice low and husky and somewhat teasing. "Roll your hips, let me feel you - there you go."
As ordered, she started grinding against him on her own, pushing his cock firmly into her clit with each roll of her hips.
He clamped his teeth down on her throat, just over her pulse point - earning him another loud moan as her head fell back into his hand and she clung to him, her nails digging into his neck and shoulders. His lips moved to the tender skin, sucking on the sensitive spot and surely leaving a thick, dark bruise that everyone would see come tomorrow. But Fitz wasn't thinking about that at the moment.
"Oh God. I'm so close," Olivia breathed, rocking her hips frantically against him. Fitz bucked his own in return and she cried out, her legs trembling on either side of his body and hands grasping him hard.
When Fitz released her neck, he pressed the sides of their faces together and began pulling her into him with each roll of her hips, countering it with his own thrusts - but his were made at a slight upward angle.
"I haven't even undressed you yet and you're already about to cum?" Fitz teased against her jaw, nipping the curve of it.
She nodded her head weakly.
"Mmm, good. Let me hear you moan my name."
The hand in her hair gripped a little tighter and she groaned. When he spoke again, his lips were right beside her ear.
"Cum for me, Livvie."
As if on command, repetitive waves of heat washed over her as she came - her moans loud and nearly echoing off the bedroom walls. His name was definitely mixed in there. She buried her face in his neck, panting against him as he kept her hips moving to help her ride her orgasm out a bit longer.
Fitz was soon tugging his swimming trunks off, leaving them to puddle on the floor, before moving toward Olivia. He hesitated a moment, waiting until she had nodded her head, before pulling the strings on her top and bottom - tossing the wet clothing to the floor with his. Free of clothing, he placed his hands on her hips and moved her to his bed.
When they finally made eye contact once more, Olivia's face flushed, Fitz wasted no time in crashing his mouth against hers. Slowly leaning forward, Olivia was forced to lean back against the mattress, sinking into the bed until she was lying flat with Fitz atop her - their chests pressed together.
Their kiss grew a bit rougher while his tongue swept along her bottom lip, coaxing her own from her mouth to greet it. Olivia rolled her hips into him like she'd been told to do earlier - he could feel how fucking wet she was.
Fitz gently took ahold of her forearms, peeling her hands from the back of his neck and shoulder, and guided them to where his much larger hands were pinning her wrists to the mattress on either side of her head. At the same time, the kiss was broken, and he started trailing his lips down her chin and throat, his tongue dipping right into the notch of her clavicle.
"Fuck," she breathed, her chest slightly heaving.
Kisses, licks, and nips were trailed down to one of her breasts just as his hands released her wrists and slowly slid down her arms and chest. The flat of his tongue dragged along one of her nipples before he cupped her breasts from beneath, jiggling her tits just slightly, and one hand ran his thumb over a nipple while his mouth covered the other, pulling it between his lips so he could suck and bite at it.
When he stood up straight, Fitz took a second to look over her body as she laid naked on the bed before him, her legs and some of her ass still hanging off the edge. He allowed his hands to slowly slide up and down her bare thighs, his palms rough in comparison to her much softer skin, though the contrast was certainly welcomed as it made her shiver.
But the second he crouched down between her legs, her breath caught.
Fitz's lips pressed against the inside of her right thigh in a soft kiss, the prickle of his stubble just slightly tickling as he trailed kisses further inward and to her core—and the second his lips reached between her thighs, he slowly dragged the flat of his tongue up her folds.
Pushing up to her elbows, Olivia watched what he was doing. He guided her feet to his shoulders, which allowed her legs to open even more, giving him better access, and one of his hands had spread her lower lips while the other slid a middle finger inside her just as his tongue found her clit.
She was keening almost immediately.
"Oh, fuck!"
Olivia leaned on just one elbow as she reached down and pushed his hair off to the side and out of his face, giving her a better view—but when the brown locks just seemed to keep getting in the way, she kept her fingers threaded in them, gripping without actually pulling, even as her eyes closed and her head fell back in pleasure.
"Fitz," she breathed, her hips slightly rolling against his face.
The fingers that had been spreading her open let go and he wrapped his arm around her thigh, his palm placing on her mound as he used his thumb and forefinger not only to spread her lower lips again but to also pull the hood of her clit back some more, giving him better access as he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth and alternated between flicking the tip of his tongue and swirling the flat of it against the sensitive bundle of nerves. And when a second finger was worked into her—his ring finger, though it was slowly worked in because she was tight.
"Oh, god. Oh, fuck, Fitz," Olivia keened loudly.
Fitz appreciated his name being moaned as he let out a low noise just as he sucked her clit even harder between his lips and that, alone, almost sent her over the edge. She was so fucking close—
"Olivia?"
Olivia gasped at the familiar voice that came from the other side of the door as it was accompanied by a knock, her eyes growing wide and looking to where it came from, then down at Fitz. who just flicked his gaze up to her—but didn't fucking stop. Instead, he moved his head from side-to-side a little, swirling his tongue against her even more, and started pumping his fingers even fucking faster.
Needless to say, she almost lost it and had to cover her mouth to muffle the scream that nearly escaped, her legs trembling so damn much.
"Olivia, are you alright in there?"
Taking a deep breath, she kept eye contact with Fitz, but that just seemed to make it worse. "Y-yes! I'm just—I'm just fine, Sadie."
"Are you sure? Lio said he heard a lot of noise."
"Yup, all—all good in here. Th-thanks! Fuck."
There was a brief pause before her ex sister-in-law answered.
"… Ah, I see. Have fun, Liv. See you both in the morning."
Fitz made another low noise into her, the vibrations rumbling into her core, before he crooked his fingers, the pads repetitively tapping against that bundle of nerves in an almost rhythmic pattern, and it sent her skyrocketing over the edge—screaming, back arched, with one hand gripping his hair and the other clenched into a fist.
"Oh, god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna—I'm—fuck, I'm coming!" she keened. "Fuckfuckfuck, Fitz!"
"You want to know what else I plan to do to you tonight?" he asked just as his thumb pressed against her clit and started roughly rubbing; Olivia could only nod her head, unable to form any actual words as heat was already coiling in her belly. "I plan to watch you ride me, see your tits bounce as you do. Maybe fuck you from behind a little later." He twisted his wrist and she felt her stomach turn, the coiling heat nearly letting loose already. "But I definitely plan to hear you scream my name each and every time I make you cum."
It didn't take long for her to be sent over the edge screaming his name just like he wanted, his thumb rubbing her clit and fingers beckoning inside her, hitting that sensitive spot that made her tremble, easily turning her into a damn mess. If she could have, she would've turned into a puddle of her own slick and cum at his feet, surely.
When she was left boneless and panting again, Fitz pulled his fingers out of her and slowly rubbed her clit while quietly praising her before pulling his hand away completely.
She lifted up onto one elbow, her other hand wrapped around his cock. Well, wrapped around as much of it as possible. Her eyes dropped to look, and her brows raised, lips parted. Shit.
Grasping her hand in his, Fitz moved out of her reach and settled on the bed - leaning over her. Reaching between their bodies, he grasped his cock and rubbed himself against her soaking entrance before pushing forward.
The burn from the stretch wasn't terrible since he'd fingered her and made her cum a few times, but it was still intense; he used a slow, back-and-forth motion to ease himself in, pausing occasionally to give her time to adjust until he was finally hilted. His lips pressed soft kisses to her collarbone and throat the entire time to help her relax after she'd broken the kiss, and once their hips were flush together, he remained still, waiting for her cue that told him he could move. It took a few moments for the burn to subside, but as soon as it did, she rolled her hips and he made a few small test thrusts.
"Fuck," she breathed, her legs pulling further up around his waist as she clung to him.
"You're taking me so well," he mumbled against her, the tip of his tongue dipping into the notch of her clavicle again; she shivered beneath him. "You're so damn small."
His pace picked up but wasn't too fast or rough, more so moderate than anything, and he was leaned on one hand that was placed on the mattress a little higher than her head, the other down on her thigh and holding it against his hip. At the same time, she had her fingers threaded into his hair. Their eyes were locked before Fitz leaned down and started placing kisses and bites along the column of her throat again, and she knew there would be small marks left behind from how often he'd clipped her with his teeth or sucked her skin into his mouth just long enough to leave a bruise.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned just before his teeth latched onto a spot where her neck connected with her shoulder, biting down and sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a dark bruise behind. Olivia immediately moaned, her back arching as she pressed up into him—and he reacted by snapping his hips harder against her, coaxing an even louder moan from her.
"Fuck!" With curled toes, she was panting, her body nearly trembling beneath him; but he'd returned to that moderate pace. Her body wanted more from him. She needed more from him. "Har-harder?" she whispered.
Fitz released her shoulder and pulled back enough so he could see her face. "Yeah?"
"Please."
Snapping his hips against her again, his cock brushed that sensitive spot once more and had her keening, back arching. Fitz made a low groan from deep in his chest before he pushed away from her and slipped out—fuck, she whined when she suddenly felt so damn empty—then sat back on his knees. But he grabbed onto her hips, yanking her toward him as she gasped, and pushed her legs up while spreading them apart, then held them open with his hands on her shins; Olivia's own hands went to the back of her thighs to do the same. He then took ahold of himself and very slowly pushed back into her.
Fuck. She nearly came right then.
And when he started thrusting, he started thrusting hard, making her tits jostle up and down, the bed shake, and her moans bounce with each collision of their hips, as well as a familiar heat start coiling deep in her belly because he was hitting that same spot just perfectly.
"Mm, shit," he groaned, and that had to be the sexiest fucking thing she'd ever heard. "You look so fucking good." One hand left her leg and went to one of her tits, grabbing and lightly squeezing.
"Fitz," she breathed, her back arching so her chest pushed into his hand. Even without him touching her clit, she could feel heat growing in her belly, telling her there was a buildup that would lead her to getting close. It left her keening, and he must have known he was hitting that spot inside her because he suddenly started slamming his hips against her even harder, fucking her rougher than before. The sound of their hips colliding was so damn loud that it was echoing off the walls in the room, but at that point, she couldn't fucking care. Hell, it just made everything so much better.
The hand that was still on her knee moved to the mattress beside her chest as he leaned over her more, panting heavily and driving his hips hard against her. "That's it," he growled. "Cum for me."
Olivia had never been quiet during sex. She'd struggled with keeping her voice down before the divorce and she certainly struggled with keeping it down now as she came for the fourth time tonight. Her screams filled the room, Fitz's name mixed within them, and her nails were dug into his wrist and forearm as she came—but, hell, he seemed to be enjoying it.
"Fuck, so goddamn tight," he groaned.
She could feel herself pulsing around him while still coming down from her orgasm, her legs trembling on either side of his hips while he never let up on how hard he was fucking her, but she felt his thrusts faltering as he was losing his rhythm, and she could tell he was already close. But when he suddenly pulled out and sat back on his knees more, his thumb and forefinger wrapping around the base of his cock, she was left panting on the bed, staring at him.
He wasn't coming?
Fitz released himself after a second and moved to lay beside her, then reached over and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her so she was on her hands and knees over him. "Come here," he growled playfully; Olivia shrieked as she was abruptly yanked atop him, straddling his hips.
Leaning down, Olivia pressed their lips together, enjoying the feeling of his hands stroking over her thighs and sides. It'd been so long since she'd had anyone touch her like this—she'd missed the intimacy. Not even the intimacy of having sex, but just the intimacy of having someone touch her at all; and whether Fitz realised it or not, the way he was touching her so gently…
She shifted her hips, pressing her slit down on his cock as it was resting up against his belly; she lowered to where the length of his shaft was pushed between her folds, then slowly started moving her hips back and forth, grinding on him, rubbing her slick along the underside of his cock and her clit against the ridged bottom of the head. Fuck, it felt so damn good. His hands were on her ass, grabbing and guiding her back and forth on him while he gently bit her bottom lip, tugging, coaxing a moan from her. But rather than kissing his lips again, she went to his neck and placed soft kisses there, instead; Fitz tipped his head back to submit his throat.
Of course, Olivia seized the opportunity to pay him back for the bruises he'd gifted her neck and shoulders earlier. Yet, when she sank her teeth into the Fitz's throat, just beneath where he shaved his stubble, his reaction was… different than she had expected. More intense. The noise he let out was one that sounded like he was about to cum right then and there, and his body tensed beneath her for half a second before nearly melting into the bed like butter, though his hands still firmly gripped her ass.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, the words breathy, and it just sounded so damn good.
After sucking on the spot for a few moments and ensuring there would be a dark bruise where she'd bitten him, Olivia released his skin and placed a soft kiss there. "Mm, you like that?" she purred. It seemed she'd found her confidence as soon as he'd lost his ability to fucking move.
"Yeah," he answered, panting; his eyes had closed, head still tipped back.
She placed a few gentle kisses along his collarbone and ground herself against him again. "You want me to bite you some more?"
A low groan rumbled from deep in his chest and he nodded. "Yes."
Olivia couldn't help the grin that stretched across her face before she sank her teeth into a different spot on his throat, leaving another mark; the action was repeated on his neck, shoulders, and chest as she gifted him bruises that not only left him panting and moaning and oozing precum between their bodies, but it also left him marked. And while she didn't realise that was what she was doing at first, she certainly realised it by the time she'd bruised up his neck and collarbone and was moving down to his chest. Anyone who saw him would know where he'd been.
They'd know he'd been with her.
And maybe… maybe that was an idea she relished in.
Trailing kisses down his sternum and navel, she made her way between his legs and toward his groin. She didn't give his cock any attention at first, instead kissing and licking along his pelvic muscle and upper thighs until she was finally dragging the flat of her tongue up his length, from base to tip. Fitz spread his legs to give her more room, bending them at the knees a little, his eyes on her face as she swirled her tongue along the underside of his cock again while dragging it from one end to the other. She took him in her hand after a moment, though, and slowly stroked him a couple times before sliding the head of his cock into her mouth and lightly sucked, tasting herself mixed with the salt of his skin and precum.
Fitz reached down and brushed her hair from her face, threading his fingers in it without grabbing or pulling or directing her movements. Their eyes remained locked as she slid more of him into her mouth, just slowly bobbing her head and teasing him, swirling her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
"Fuck," he breathed. "There you go. Good girl."
Her free hand was initially resting on his thigh, nails digging in—he seemed to enjoy being scratched earlier, so she figured why not try it in different places—before she slid that hand between his legs, her thumb hooking beneath his balls so they rested on the webbing of her thumb and forefinger, which she then pushed them up against the base of his cock to apply some pressure—and if the low groan he let out was anything to go by, he definitely enjoyed it.
Sliding more of him into her mouth, she caved her cheeks, abruptly sucking hard whereas she'd only been sucking lightly and teasingly before—Fitz moaned as his eyes closed and head tipped back, his hips bucking up into her mouth, though he mumbled an apology that had her lightly laughing around him. His hand just barely gripped her hair, but it seemed unintentional, and if she was being honest… well, she liked it.
After a moment, Olivia took the rest of him in, pushing her nose into his groin and the head of his cock into the back of her throat. But she'd never learned how to keep herself from gagging, and so she was choking on him immediately, though trying to tough it out as long as she could.
"Look at me," he ordered; her eyes raised to look up at him, tears forming in the corners. "Fuck, you look so good. Got your mouth full, my cock in your throat—"
Olivia pulled off, coughing and gasping for breath while her face turned a dark shade of red as she turned away from him. Fitz sat up then and she felt his hand gently grasp her chin, making her look back at him just before their lips connected in a kiss. But as soon as it broke, he kept his hand on her jaw as he slowly laid back, coaxing her to move with him.
"Come here," he quietly ordered.
She crawled up his body until she was on her hands and knees over him. He released her jaw then, one hand disappearing between their bodies, and she lowered her hips down as he grabbed ahold of his cock, angling it upward and allowing her to slowly sink down onto him. Despite having him inside her not long ago, it was still intense and merely being filled had her gasping and moaning, her body tensing up as she slowly sank down on him until their hips were flush.
Fitz's hands found her thighs, gently stroking up and down from her knees to her hips a few times, then eventually reaching up to her breasts and cupping them. "Mm, can't believe I waited this long to fuck you," he purred.
"Did you," she quietly gasped as she started moving her hips back and forth, grinding against him to where her clit was rubbing against his groin. "Did you think about this—mmm—about this… a lot?"
"You have no idea," he growled. "Wanted to bend you over the table the—mmm—the first night you came back into my home." Keeping one hand on her breast, his other slipped between her legs, thumb rubbing at her clit.
"O-oh. What, um—fuck—what else?"
A grin spread across his face and his thumb started moving faster on her clit, rubbing quick, rough circles. "Wanted to take you against the—fuck—against the wall, feel your nails down my back."
"Oh, god, Fitz," she breathed, her back arching. She started moving her hips faster, grinding harder into his thumb; his cock was rubbing against her sweet spot with each movement she made, and it was causing heat to coil deep in her belly. "Tell me—tell me more."
"Almost fucked you on the deck," he revealed. "When you were—mmmfuck—when you were leaned against me. Fuck, I was hard, but you didn't notice."
She didn't notice, he was right, but now she wished she had. But… if he'd tried to fuck her, would she have let him?
Who was she kidding, of course she would have let him fuck her.
"I—I didn't," she admitted.
His hands slipped to her waist, gripping tightly as he started guiding her up and down to bounce on him while, at the same time, he thrusted up into her, meeting her halfway. Olivia grabbed onto his forearms as she keened, trying to ground herself anywhere she could, though one of her hands soon found his chest, fingers threading into the hair and nails digging into his skin.
"Fuck, we should have done this sooner," he groaned.
"Let me feel you cum around my cock."
She was sent over the edge, back arching, screaming his name, the word drawn out and bouncing each time their hips clapped together, his cock rubbing against her sweet spot each time he moved in and out.
"There you go, that's it. Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned.
She was suddenly pulled down atop him with one arm wrapping completely around her waist, the other grabbing onto one of her ass cheeks as their lips connected. She was forced to stop bouncing on him while, at the same time, he started fucking up into her even faster and harder. Gripping the sheets on either side of his head, she was only able to hold the kiss for a few moments before she had to pull her lips away, loud moans escaping her throat between heavy panting.
Fitz shifted so the sides of their faces were pressed together, and she pushed her lips against the skin just beneath his ear in an attempt to stifle the noises she was making. It didn't really work as well as she'd hoped, but the sound of his hips slamming against hers, skin clapping against skin, was much louder, so that helped drown her noises out a little. And then his breathy moans in her ear eventually had her not even fucking caring about how loud she was.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me," he groaned, squeezing her ass even harder; she was pretty certain there'd be bruises there, too, by the time he let go.
Even though she'd just cum, heat was coiling deep in her belly again, and she found her fingers threading into his hair, gripping tightly as if she were holding on for dear life; but just as she was so close to tipping over the edge, he just… pulled out.
She felt so fucking empty.
"What… why did you…" she panted but couldn't formulate the sentence, instead just slumping against him.
Just as sudden as being pulled down, she was on her back. Fitz was still between her legs though his lips were now at her throat, kissing along the column; she tipped her head back, baring and submitting herself to him, and he took that opportunity to sink his teeth into her skin, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Olivia was left moaning and writhing beneath him, her hands seeking purchase on his shoulders and back, and as soon as he released her neck from his hold, he sat up on his knees and hooked his hands around the back of her thighs, pushing her legs up close to her chest so her hips were rolled upward—nearly making her fold in on herself.
It wasn't comfortable but the moment his face was between her legs, she couldn't think about anything else—instead, all she could focus on was how fucking good it felt and how perfect the visual of his tongue flicking against her clit was. She could see the pink muscle rolling against that sensitive bundle of nerves, making her body tremble, and she nearly lost it right then and there.
Both her hands went to his head, fingers threading into his hair and nails gently grazing his scalp as he sucked her clit between his lips, swirling his tongue against it over and over and over. Her legs were trembling almost right away, heat coiling deep in her belly again and warning her that her impending orgasm hadn't gone too far despite how she'd been denied. Fuck, this man was amazing with his mouth. And his cock. And just… fucking everything.
"Oh, god," she breathed, her eyes locking onto his again before they dropped a bit lower the second his tongue was visible once more. She watched him lap at her clit, the flat of his tongue dragging against it repeatedly before he moved his head a bit further down and thrust his tongue inside her, wiggling it; the tip of his nose pressed firmly against her clit as his head moved from side-to-side, giving friction to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Olivia was keening, hands gripping his hair tightly as she felt herself throb around his tongue, and she couldn't tear her gaze away from his anymore.
"Fuck, I'm so close."
Fitz made a low noise against her before he shifted back up and sucked her clit into his mouth again, sucking hard and rolling his tongue against it. Within moments, she was sent over the edge—back arching and screaming his name.
Everything sort of blurred together for a few seconds after that and she only became aware he was back atop her when she felt him kissing her chest, their hips close—but he hadn't let her body move out of the position he'd folded her into. Fitz had one knee bent as he knelt onto the other, using that as leverage to lean up a little so he could slide his cock all the way into her—fuck, he was rubbing her walls just right—and as soon as he was hilted, her legs were thrown over his shoulders, one hand was planted on the bed, the other in the centre of her chest, and he started to fuck down into her.
It was a position she'd never experienced before.
The angle was hitting that spot perfectly.
"Oh, fuck yes. Oh, god. Fuckyesrightthererightthererightthererightthere!"
"Listen to that," he purred, thrusting a bit harder so their hips clapped together. It was nowhere near as hard as he'd been fucking her before, but that was fine, because the angle was just right. "You hear how pretty you sound? Keening for me?"
Olivia shook her head quickly as if she could deny it, but the second he snapped his hips against her, she was moaning loudly again, her hands finding his chest and digging her nails in. "Please—fuck—please. I—I need it harder."
Fitz moved her legs off his shoulders and held onto the back of her thighs, pushing them down on either side of her chest toward the mattress to keep her spread open. But rather than kneeling on one knee, he shifted so he was leaned on the balls of his feet and, with that, used the position to fuck into her harder at an even more downward angle, forcing her to keen his name and tremble beneath him.
Heat was already building deep in her belly again, threatening to explode, and with him leaning on the balls of his feet, the head of his cock was hitting her sweet spot over and over. But the second she was so close to tipping over the edge, he just… stopped again.
Olivia's eyes grew wide as he pulled out and she went to reach a hand down between her legs to finish herself off—she was so fucking close—but she didn't get the chance as Fitz was grabbing her around her midsection and flipping her onto her stomach, then pulling her up onto her hands and knees while he remained on his knees behind her.
A rough palm slid up and down her spine, the contrast welcome. "You alright like this?" he asked, panting.
When she nodded her head, she felt the tip of his cock rubbing up and down her folds, teasing, reminding that coiled heat not to go anywhere, before he started pushing back in. Olivia moaned, and once he was hilted, he remained still for a second to give her a chance to relax. The new position had him already touching that sensitive spot inside her but at a completely different angle, and she was almost ready to start trembling again. Or was she still trembling, never having stopped?
After a few moments, he started thrusting, though it was slow at first; he rocked his hips against her, not even fully pushing into her as he did, but it had her moaning, regardless.
"Oh, god. Fuck," she breathed.
He picked up the pace, but not much, though there was a light clapping noise of his hips against her ass, and it had her moaning—but she still wanted more.
"Harder," she groaned.
But he stopped.
"Say it again."
"Wh-what?"
"Say it again. Tell me what you want," he ordered.
"I want—I want you to fuck me harder," she repeated.
There was an expectation for him to say something—anything—but, instead, she felt his palm press between her shoulder blades as he roughly pushed her upper half down into the mattress and leaned over her. Olivia gasped, but with her ass in the air, her hips were angled just right, and it had him thrusting deep into her, hitting that spot even better and leaving her mewling beneath him. That, and combined with how he started pounding into her, his hips slamming against her ass, she almost felt like she was about to go boneless without even needing to cum.
"If only you could see yourself," he panted above her; Olivia's face flushed. "You look so fucking good like this—bent over for me, moaning, submitting."
Submitting?
His hips snapped against her ass and she felt returning heat deep in her belly suddenly and tightly coiling again, threatening to release at any moment. "I—I don't—" she started but stopped when he leaned back up onto his knees again; she went to lean back up on her hands like before, but ended up stopping when he pushed her back down.
"No, no. You stay there," he ordered.
Olivia bit her bottom lip again but lowered herself back down on the mattress. Fitz wasn't done there, though, and instead he pushed her legs closer together without closing them completely, his own legs going on the outside of hers, shins crossing over her calves as if he was pinning them down. And when he started thrusting again, he just kept hitting that bundle of nerves over and over, the head of his cock prodding against it rather than brushing or rubbing, and it was sending her straight to the edge like she was on a fusion bullet train.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" she keened. There was pressure building inside her, but it was different than what she'd felt before, and it was in a slightly different spot, too, almost like she had to—
Her orgasm was sudden when it happened and Fitz's cock was pushed out of her. He moved to be sitting back on his knees and, at the same time, she felt his fingers roughly and quickly rubbing against her clit, making her orgasm grow even more intense. She tried to move away from him but he had her legs trapped beneath his, so her only her top half lunged forward a little, but he just grabbed onto her hip with his free hand to hold her still—and it was only then she realised her thighs were fucking wet.
Oh, and she was screaming and trembling, but that was sort of drowned out by the intensity of her orgasm.
Before she knew it, Fitz was fucking her again, his cock shoved back in her as he started slamming into her from behind, hitting that same spot. She kept screaming, gripping the sheets to ground herself—but when he grabbed her other hip, his hand was entirely soaked, and that was when she realised what happened.
Oh.
Oh.
She'd just—
"God, you're so fucking wet, Livvie," he groaned. "I can feel you pulsing around my cock."
This man was going to be the end of her.
He kept going, his hips clapping against her ass as he panted and quietly groaned. But when his arm was suddenly around her waist again, pulling her back against his body, his thrusts slowed down to where there was just a light clapping of his hips against her ass. Olivia reached one arm behind her and wrapped it around the back of his neck while he leaned down to press the side of his face against her, his lips just behind her ear.
"I'm close," he panted. "Where do you want me?"
Her free hand reached back, grabbing onto his hip. "I—I don't," she started, but just shook her head. "I don't care."
Fitz released a shaky exhale and kissed beneath her ear. "Let me cum inside you."
It took a second for his words to register, but once they did, Olivia's eyes grew wide and her face flushed even more. The image flashed in her mind—his cum leaking out of her after he filled her, dripping down her legs—and heat immediately pooled between her thighs, coiling.
Fuck. That was a bad idea.
"In—inside me?" she asked.
A really bad idea.
"Yeah," he confirmed, snapping his hips against her ass before slowing his thrusts down even more.
But Olivia was never known for making the greatest decisions in the heat of the moment.
"Okay," she whispered, nodding quickly.
One of his hands shifted up to her collarbone, just beneath her throat without actually being on her throat—she tipped her head back against his shoulder, almost inviting him to grab her there, but he never did—while the other went down between her legs, fingers quickly and roughly rubbing her clit.
"Shit," she breathed, hips jerking at the suddenness of the stimulation. The hand she had on his hip reached a bit further back, closer to his ass.
"I want you to cum with me, Livvie. Think you can do that?" he asked, his voice still a low growl.
Olivia nodded quickly again. "Yes, I—I can do that," she breathed. "I want to do that. Please."
"Mm, fuck, you're such a good girl, aren't you?"
Nodding again, her hand slid further back, reaching, reaching, reaching—almost there. "I—yes. I'm—I'm a—" her stomach twisted as heat coiled tightly, threatening to release, "—Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
"That's it, Livvie," he growled while his hips sped up again, cock pounding into her roughly. "Cum for me while I fill you."
Just before she came, her hand latched onto his ass cheek, nails digging in to keep from slipping off or having to let go—but it didn't matter, because as soon as she tipped over the edge and was pulsing around his cock, moaning his name, that seemed to help him reach his end, as well. Fitz thrusted into her once more before hilting himself, his groin flush with her ass while he moaned low against her, hips making a few involuntary thrusts as he came, both of them left panting.
Slipping his hand out from between her legs, he gently grasped her jaw, turning her head so she was looking at him, and then pulled her into a kiss that was only held for a few moments. As soon as it was broken, he released her chin and brushed some of her hair from her face while, at the same time, he pulled his hips back and slowly slid his cock out of her.
Fuck, she could feel his cum leaking out and down her thighs already while that empty feeling took over again. Part of her wanted to ask him to just put his cock back in her just so she wouldn't feel so fucking empty anymore.
From there, everything was just… gentle. He helped her lay down on the bed before asking where she kept a few items, then stepped away to run to her bedroom and grab some things. When he returned, climbing back on the bed, he had two wet cloths and a bottle of water, the cloths being set down on the nightstand beside the bed while he popped open the bottle and helped her sit up enough to drink.
"You did so well," he praised.
What the fuck?
"What are you talking about?" she asked, confused; her head tipped up as he pressed his lips to different spots on her throat, then her collarbone—she realised he was kissing the bruises he'd left.
"You took me so well," he explained. "You're such a good girl."
There was that praise again. That 'good girl.' It made her stomach twist and she chewed her bottom lip. "I… was?" she asked.
"Mhm. A very good girl," Fitz reassured her as his lips went to a mark that was on her shoulder; she looked at him, meeting his eyes. "My good girl," he added.
Her chest ached.
"Yours?" she whispered.
"He's out of surgery. We have him set up in the ICU," one of the doctors announced, standing in front of the large group of gathered family and colleagues. "It's promising that he survived the surgery, but he isn't out of the woods yet. Right now, only family may visit and we do ask that they wait until tomorrow. He's in a medically induced coma, but there is strong evidence that he will still hear and understand everything you say. He needs rest."
A/N - So...I got a bit carried away with Liv and Fitz's night-before sex….Honestly, though, scenes like that help get through the serious material that makes up most of this story thus far. And I hope you all enjoyed it ;)
Until next time,
Gabi