Another one for the SVU 500 Challenge. Filthier than ever, it certainly went in a different direction than what I intended.
I also took some liberties with canon. Prompt words: Mercy, Impulsive.
"Elliot, tell me what you need." She whispers, her lips brushing his. "Tell me what you want."
Olivia's hand is firm on him as it moves over his erection. Firm and warm and... wet. She had licked it before reaching inside his pants and grasping his length, the wetness making her hand glide smoothly over it.
His hands squeeze her ass once more before sliding up to cradle her head. His thumb caresses her cheek and moves down, brushing over her plump lower lip. 'Is this real?' He thinks. Not a full month since he separated, since he left his home, his marital bed still warm from his body, and he already has his hands on her. Grabbing, squeezing and taking. Selfishly.
He can't wait for his mouth to catch up.
She takes his thumb between her lips, running her tongue around and around until she finally sucks it deep inside. He groans as he feels her tongue playing with it and watches her head move up and down.
She's a fucking sin, he thinks.
And he is a sinner.
He had been willing to and ready for since the moment he met her. He won't say she was the reason for his separation, but he also won't say she wasn't.
Her damn mouth, her goddammed mouth is the reason they are in this situation. The mouth he had lusted after for longer than he dared to admit.
He hadn't seen her for two whole days. She had been caught up in court and he had been momentarily working a case with Cassidy. Less than a year as partners as he was already missing her. Craving her. He had gone to her apartment to drop some files she had asked for, only to realize he had picked the wrong ones after he handed them to her.
She had whined in frustration and pouted. She looked tired but amused by his mistake, and all he had wanted was to envelop her in his arms and hold her to him. Instead, he had grasped the back of her head and crushed his mouth to hers, his lips sucking and nibbling, coaxing her mouth open to finally fully taste the object of his obsession.
It had gone downhill from there.
They move further inside her apartment kissing, touching, exploring. He stops as they reach her couch, grabs a handful of her hair, and pushes her head back forcefully. His lips hovering over hers. "What I want? He grunts. "What I want is to feel that pretty fucking mouth of yours around my cock, Olivia."
She moans and pushes him back, his body falling onto her couch. She bites her lower lip and smiles almost shyly at him as she takes off her shirt and lowers herself to her knees.
He doesn't believe her shyness, not even for a second. She's a flirt, and she's having fun teasing him. He is seeing a whole different side of Olivia and he can't help to think how fucking gorgeous she is like this, unhindered and carefree, wearing nothing but her jeans and bra, ready to please him with her mouth. He's fascinated. He's obsessed.
He's in so much trouble.
His legs surround her as she settles between them and immediately takes him in her mouth. He groans and fights not to grab her head and thrust up inside her. Her tongue swirls around the head of his shaft and she hums in approval at the taste of him.
'Forgive me father, for I have sinned...'
Elliot watches astonished, Olivia kneeling before him, her hair falling over her face as her head bobs up and down unceasingly, and realizes it is him who should be kneeling and imploring, begging, for forgiveness and absolution. Begging for more.
He feels her throat relaxing and taking him further inside. He had never had it like this and he knows he won't last long.
"Jesus, Olivia..." He gasps. She releases him and smiles wickedly at him. She knows exactly what she's doing. The power she has.
"Does that feel good, El?" She whispers, her hand replacing her mouth on him. Gripping him tight as it moves up and down. "Does my mouth lives up to your expectations? Does it feel good in your cock?"
A strangled grunt is the only response he manages.
"Tell me, Elliot..." Her hand works him faster, her lips wrapping around the head of his length, sucking it delicately while her eyes peer up at him through her lashes. She's a walking wet dream, he thinks, seeing her with her sultry lips around him.
"Yeah..." He breathes out, settling his hands on either side of her head, not quite pushing her down.
Not yet.
"Yeah, what? Elliot." She pulls back and stops moving. Her tone demanding. "You want me to make you come?"
"Yesss." He hisses.
"Tell me." She starts moving her hand very slowly up and down his erection again, torturing him a little. "I want to hear you say it, El."
His hands twitch over her head, his restriction wavering.
"Get me off, Liv." His voice no more than a hushed whisper. She picks up the pace. Moving her hand faster. His fingers tighten on her scalp, he's gonna lose it.
"Is that all...?" Her tone is so damn playful, but he's done playing games. She's gonna kill him, he muses. She will, but not before he makes her pay for this.
"Need to come. Please, take me inside your mouth and make me come Liv." He says in a rush, almost desperately. He never had to beg before, she's definitely gonna regret this, he thinks to himself.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" He breaks. His hand grip her head tighter and push her down on his shaft.
She gasps, surprised, taking him in but immediately relaxes and lets him in go as deep as possible. Letting him do as he pleases.
His release is immediate. He spills his seed inside her as she hums in approval swallowing every last drop. She stays on him until he stops twitching and opens his eyes just in time to see her wiping the corner of her mouth and sucking her finger dry.
He thinks he could come again just thinking about what she just did. His breathing is ragged as he speaks. "I'm gonna get you for this, you know?" Olivia chuckles and he leans forward to give her a loving kiss. His tongue teases her, a promise of things to come.
"Oh, I'm counting on it." She tells him, pulling herself up and straddling him on the couch. She leans over him, pushing her breasts against his chest, needing to feel his body on hers. Her lips brush his ear as she confesses. "And I can hardly wait."