Olivia found that being tucked away in the back corner of a dark bar with Elliot, sipping on beer and stealing each other's desired snacks felt oddly intimate, yet strangely familiar. She didn't mind his longing gazes, his private smiles, their inside jokes, or the whispered details about his life he'd only share with her, in fact it made her crave even more. She felt her body begin to react as Elliot scooted closer to her, their thighs touching under the table as he whispered in her ear, "I'm really having a good time with you tonight, Liv." The change in his octave caused a surge of wetness to pool between her legs, making her close her eyes momentarily, lost in thought. Before she could even speak, Elliot saw a pool table open up and nudged her arm with a smile, "Come on Liv, let's play," he suggested. Olivia glanced over and eyed the pool table, thinking about the compromising positions both of them would be in as they played. She was nervous, yet felt a spark of desire for the excitement. "Ok," she agreed, "but you'll have to show me how to play," she told him with an innocent grin that only Elliot would catch the naughty tone to her words. It was nearing 1 a.m. and they noticed only a few people sprinkled the bar. After they found their pool sticks, Elliot came up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Remember you're stripes, and the eight ball is the last one you can pocket," he reminded her, before he took her thick hips in his hands. Olivia gasped from the new contact and cursed herself for being obvious when she caught his smirk over her shoulder. "Now you need to hold your stick between your fingers and use this hand to aim and shoot," he reminded her watching her do as such. Elliot felt his cock stir from the anticipation of the upcoming directions and he felt Olivia tense. He brought his body closer to hers, tightened his grip on her hips, and breathed into her ear. "Now bend over," he told her, lust laced in his voice. Olivia did as told with her lip between her teeth, letting out an involuntary moan as her ass connected with his beginning erection. She gulped and felt Elliot's hands pull her back further into his cock, clouding her head with lust as she shot and pocketed the ball. Elliot let go immediately and with mock innocence, he told her, "See you got this," shooting her his famous smirk. Olivia's mouth was agape at his little game and decided that two could play. She watched as he picked up stick and began to aim, she bent over the opposite side of the table, letting her cleavage spill out of her low cut shirt. She got his attention and immediately saw his eyes flicker to her breasts, "Don't miss," she said sweetly pulling her lip between her teeth once again. He shot and thankfully for him, made it. Olivia huffed slightly and watched as Elliot leaned against the side of the billiards table beside them. She smirked and came to stand right in front of him, bending over and feeling her ass connect with his crotch once more. She feigned oblivion as she rubbed grinded her ass into his jean clad cock. She heard him hiss as she shot and pocketed two balls. She turned around, only to be met with his less than impressed face. He stood up and backed her into the table, "What are you doing, Olivia?" He growled close to her ear. "What can't play your own game, Elliot?" She returned with a smirk. They were broken out of their trance when they heard the bartender holler for last call, noticing they were the only ones in the building. Elliot watched as the man wiped the counter and hollered, "Hey, Dave, why don't you uh, go take a smoke break," Elliot suggested. Dave got the point rather quickly and with a smirk he left the two detectives alone. Elliot turned and met Olivia's stunned gaze before he began unbuttoning her jeans. Olivia's skin flushed in arousal and anticipation. Once her pants were on the floor, Elliot sat Olivia on the edge of the pool table and ran his hand over her panty clad mound, making her moan out loud. "I can play, Olivia, I'd just rather play with you," he groaned into her ear as his fingers moved the silky material to the side and moved two digits into her wetness. "You're already wet for me," he growled as he rubbed her clit and undone his own pants, freeing his cock and teasing her wet folds. Olivia moaned at his size and let her weight fall back onto her palms that rested on the table. "I don't need foreplay, Elliot just fuck me," Olivia begged as he slipped into her pussy. She was so incredibly tight around his dick and he knew it would be fast if she kept squeezing his cock and moaning his name. His cock was massaging places inside her she didn't even know existed. Olivia spread her legs wider, allowing his body to move closer to her core as he stood between her legs. "Ever think I'd be taking you on a pool table in a cop bar, Liv?" Elliot teased her making her moan even louder thinking about the erotic scene. Olivia threw her head back and felt Elliot's cock pulse inside her. She was gonna cum and she knew he was right behind her. Elliot began to pull out, but she locked him in with her legs, "Cum inside me," she whimpered and he didn't last a second longer. With his hands on the curve of her hips, holding himself completely inside her, he emptied into her, calling out his partners name.
