I don't think I have ever written anything as smutty as this chapter. You have been warned!
"Upstairs. Meet me in 10 minutes."
Olivia watches as Elliot walks towards the stairs and then loses sight of him among the crowd. She finishes her drink in one gulp and tries to control her breathing while she rummages through her purse and throws a couple of bills on the bar.
Her pace is steady and sure as she heads to the stairs leading to the second floor, even though she feels the exact opposite inside. Her body is warm, her heart is pounding and she is more than ready for whatever he plans on doing with her. To her.
She reaches the top and looks around for Elliot, but he's nowhere to be seen. A few tables are lining against the back wall on the small second floor, they are far apart from each other and there's a divider between each of them. They are on the far back, for privacy and away from prying eyes. Only two of them are occupied and she tries not to intrude even though no one is paying attention to her. People seem to come up here for the quieter and more private ambiance, she thinks.
She had lost sight of Elliot before he went up the stairs. Had she been too eager? Maybe he hadn't come up yet. She leans over the banister looking down at the floor below, looking for him. It's then when she feels two big and strong hands land on either side of hers on the railing.
"Looking for someone?" Elliot asks her, pushing his body onto hers and trapping her between him and the railing. She gasps at the contact and he rests his head on her shoulder, just as he had hours ago in the squad room when he had tried to convince her to go home with him instead of coming here.
"I was looking for you, actually." She whispers and tries to stifle a moan when he starts kissing her neck. She throws her head back, giving him more access and moving her dark short hair out of the way. Her hand moves behind her and grasps the back of his neck, holding him to her as she arches her back and pushes her ass against his growing erection.
"A little impatient, are we?" His voice is low and deep on her ear, he bites her earlobe slightly and pins her further into the banister.
"You... you asked me to come up here." She pants, his right-hand circles her waist, holding her to him as his left one prevents them from toppling over the railing.
"And you do what I ask since when?" His hand starts drawing random patterns on her stomach, his touch electrifying her skin.
"Since now. I am here now." She tells him.
He doesn't reply.
"Why are we up here?" Olivia insists and he starts to slowly rock them back and forth, and she feels him: hot, long, and heavy and so near to where she most wants him.
"You know why. I have a debt to collect." He growls and moves away, she almost wants to cry at the loss of contact but he turns her around and grasps her left hand, interlacing her fingers with his and guiding her to the back of the quiet floor. He turns left when they reach a small hallway, entering the women's bathroom and tugging her inside. It's a single bathroom, meant for just one person at a time, the bigger one is downstairs where the larger influx of people is.
"How did you even know where to go?" She asks him, watching as he closes and locks the door. A rush of warmth courses through her when she sees the intensity in his eyes. His want.
For her.
"I looked around a little. You were too preoccupied with your... date. I needed a distraction or I was gonna kill him." He grumbles, stepping towards her.
"That's not..." Olivia tries to explain but he's instantly on her, swallowing her words. His mouth devours hers as his hands clutch and squeeze her hips, her ass, and move lower, grasping her thighs and lifting her up, her arms surround his neck, holding on tightly.
"I have wanted to kiss you for such a long time." He tells her as he walks a few steps and sets her on the marble countertop that holds a small sink. She gasps at the contact of her hot skin on the cold surface, throwing her small purse beside her and wrapping her legs around his hips, bringing him closer.
"You kissed me a few days ago," Olivia whispers, her lips brushing over his.
"Like I said..." He grabs her lower lip between his teeth and bites lightly on it. "... a long time ago."
He parts her lips with his and delves inside. She can taste the whisky on his tongue as the kiss deepens. His hands, on her back, lower the zipper of her dress, drawing a strap down and exposing one of her breasts. He pulls away from the kiss and rests his forehead over hers, looking down as his right hand moves inside her bra and gently takes her left breast out and squeezes and massages it, while his thumb plays with her nipple. Her moans are music to his ears.
"You have such perfect tits," Elliot tells her, pinching her nipple and eliciting another sob from her. "I've wanted to touch them, taste them that night when you took off your shirt. So fucking beautiful." Olivia whimpers. "I have wanted to suck them and play with them way before then."
Olivia mewls again and clasps the back of his head.
"What's stopping you now?" She asks him guiding his head down to her breast.
Elliot groans and engulfs her hardened nipple with his mouth, sucking at it as his tongue swirls around and around. Her reaction is instantaneous and his cock twitches when he hears her cry out. Her nails dig into his scalp, trying to bring him even closer as his hands reach down and inside her dress. His thumbs hook on the waistband of her underwear.
"Up." He commands after releasing her nipple. She untangles her legs and arms from around him, and placing her hands behind her, lifts her hips up allowing him to remove the black piece of lace covering her now wet center.
"That's mine." She chides when she sees him pocketing her underwear.
"Not anymore." He tells her as his hands run up her bare legs until he gets to the top of her thighs.
"Are they supposed to be a trophy?" Olivia asks him, trying to sound offended but incredibly turned on.
"You can come later, to my place, and get them. It might cost you, though." He tells her, smiling, pleased with himself. He grabs her ass with both hands and moves her to the edge. "Tell me you want this, Olivia." His eyes are intent on her, knowing the truth but still wanting to hear her say it.
"I do." She replies, biting her lip. "So much."
His fingers reach between her thighs and quickly encounter her center as if drawn like a magnet. He begins to circle her clit slowly with his thumb.
"You are so ready, Liv." He whispers in her ear as his fingers tease her entrance and he can feel how wet she is. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how it feels."
"SO good." She replies, panting.
"Tell me." He insists, brushing her hair away from her neck with his free hand and lowering his head to her shoulder again, his lips kissing and nipping at her skin as he taunts her.
"It feels amazing, don't stop." She tells him, wrapping her right arm around his neck once more, needing to hold onto him.
"I don't intend to." He growls. "Do you want me inside of you?" He feels her nodding desperately. "You gotta tell me, baby." She whimpers at the term of endearment, too worked up to say anything against it.
"I want you..." She hesitates for a moment. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers." Her voice is no more than a mere whisper, but her need is loud and clear.
"Jesus Christ, Olivia." He growls, hearing such dirty talk coming from his partner. His long middle finger enters her slowly and finds her tight and soaked wet.
"OH FUCK!" She screams when he adds a second finger and starts thrusting them into her, his thumb moving over her engorged clit.
"Yes, that's it." He encourages her. "Do you know what it did to me to see his hand on you? To see him touch you?"
"Noth- nothing happened." She tries to explain, out of breath.
"Still, he touched you. Only my fingers, my hands, my mouth are what you need on your skin. Don't you know that by now, baby?" He bites her shoulder lightly, marking her. "I've been calling you mine since the day they placed you as my partner. Mine alone." He suddenly pulls away, removing his fingers and hands from her.
She begins to protest but he places his index finger on her lips, shushing her. "I'm just getting started." He coaxes her to open her mouth and pushes his finger inside, she draws it in and begins to suck at it, tasting herself. He groans at the sight, wondering if he will be able to go through with this game he started without snapping, bending her over and fucking her right then and there.
She releases his finger and reaches for his belt.
"Ah-ah-ah." He admonishes, shaking his head. "This isn't about me. I told you I was here to collect a debt, to get even."
Olivia whimpers and he kisses her hard, once, before dropping to his knees. She leans back on her hands and spreads her legs further apart, already sensing his intention.
"Good girl." He tells her, bunching up her dress and settling between her legs. He kisses the inside of her thighs as he places them over his shoulders, spreading her open even further. He stares at her, finding her swollen and glistening. "You are dripping, Liv. Is that all for me?" He enters her again with his fingers, gathering her juices and spreading them all over her pussy.
"Yes." She hisses. "Only you."
"Eight long months together, you are all I think about since day one. I can't wait anymore to taste you." He tells her and runs his tongue from her entrance and up to her clit, sucking at it hard before moving back down to thrust his tongue inside her, drinking her juices. Her thighs clench and press hard over his ears muffling her curses and moans. He moves his mouth back up and thrusts two fingers deep inside her, moving hard and fast in and out of her.
"You taste so good, Liv. So fucking good. I could live off of this." She sobs as she hears him, his words working her over as much as his hands and mouth. She feels him almost all over her. His tongue starts circling her clit again when they hear the doorknob rattling, followed by a knock.
"Shit!" He slows his ministrations, but Olivia is too far gone to care and starts undulating her hips, seeking more contact. "Get rid of them." He instructs her, stilling her.
"What?!" She asks bewildered, trying to move despite his hold on her.
"You want to come?" She nods and he places a kiss on the inside of her left thigh. "Get." Another one, on her right one. "Rid." A third one, over her mons. "Of." He places the fourth one right over her clit. "Them." He pulls back and looks expectantly at her. His fingers teasing her entrance.
Another, louder, knock rattles on the door.
"Now, Liv." He says, demanding, and she feels getting even wetter by the sound of his voice. His index and middle finger enter her slowly and tortuously, and he leaves them motionless inside her as a third knock comes through the door. She starts to move her hips, closing her eyes and trying to fuck herself with his fingers, but it isn't enough.
She opens her eyes, sighing, trying to calm herself. "Occupied!" She yells, but whoever is on the other side knocks again. "'l'll be off in a couple of minutes, please." She yells again, breathing heavily. The adrenaline doing exciting her even more.
"Less, if I have anything to do with it." He murmurs and lowers his mouth back to her center and starts sucking and lapping at her little nub as his fingers begin a maddening rhythm, seeking her release.
"Holy... FUCK!" She cries, throwing her head back and then covering her mouth, trying to keep quiet. He grins, loving how much she responds to his touch.
There's another knock on the door.
"Come on, Liv. I want to see you, I want to hear you, I want to swallow you whole." He urges her. She opens her eyes and looks down at him as his lips descend once more and work relentlessly on her, his tongue circling her clit over and over, his fingers fucking her hard and fast. She bites down on her lip, her eyes rolling over at the intense pleasure.
Another, more forceful, knock this time.
"I'M COMING!" She shouts. And she is coming. Hard. Her thighs begin to tremble and she rides the hardest orgasm she has had in a long time, her hips moving over his mouth trying to prolong it before it becomes too much.
The knocking stops.
"That was... God..." She sighs, trying to catch her breath.
"No, just me." Elliot chuckles, lowering her legs and getting on his feet when she stops shuddering, leaving a trail of kisses from her chest up to her neck and finally her lips, kissing her softly and running his hands over her thighs as she settles down from her high. She hums when she tastes herself again, on his lips this time. She's quite the picture: flushed, sweaty, half-naked. She's the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen. Olivia sits up and her hands grip his belt buckle once more but he stops her, again, shaking his head.
"We can be quick, come on, El." She murmurs against his lips, her hand touching him through his pants. "You are so hard." He groans and pulls away.
"Not here, Liv." He tells her, helping her fix her dress, drawing the strap back up and over her shoulder. She lowers herself to the ground on shaky legs and his arms surround her, steadying her and pulling up the zipper in the back of her dress. She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck, sighing.
He understands her frustration. "I'm not going to fuck you in a public bathroom, Liv. Tonight was unplanned and it won't happen again." She tenses up and tries to pull away from him, misunderstanding his words.
"Oh, God..." She murmurs.
He grabs her arms with his hands, stopping her. "Wait, please, look at me." She doesn't. "Look at me, Olivia." Her eyes slowly raise to his, he needs her to truly listen to him.
"When I do fuck you, Liv. I don't want it quick. It will be long and hard. And all night long, if I have any say. And on my bed, so I get to smell your perfume and your most intimate scent until I get to have you again. And again. And again." She stands on tip-toe and kisses him, plunging her hot little tongue into his mouth to play with his.
"How about you introduce me to your new apartment, your bed... Soon." She asks him and he grunts, still hard as a rock.
"Let's see if we can get out of here unnoticed and I might do just that." He grins smacking her ass playfully before drawing her towards the door.
"You think anyone heard us?" She asks him, chuckling and grabbing her purse from the counter.
"Well, probably. You were quite loud." He teases her and she pretends to be offended.
"It's all your fault, you know. This was your idea. That'll be my story if we get arres-" She stops talking as he opens the door and they see two women waiting outside the restroom, looking less than pleased.
"Ladies..." Elliot greets them, not a bit ashamed, while Olivia lowers her head, her face red, and bites her lip trying not to laugh.
He quickly walks past them, dragging Olivia behind him by the hand, before they get arrested in their own precinct for public indecency. They leave the bar in record time, walking hand in hand around the block, heading to his car. It's late and there's no one around, she notices when he pins her against the passenger side of his car, his lips brushing and nipping tenderly at hers, a juxtaposition from his earlier actions.
"Come home with me, Olivia," Elliot whispers, leaving her mouth and kissing her cheek. Repeating the same question he had asked her earlier.
"I thought you would never ask again." She smiles, her arm circling his neck and tugging him down to kiss him once more.
For them, the night is just beginning.