Babes, the same story just switched some things up a little enjoy.
Freakum Dress
Olivia
It was a Friday night which meant one thing for best friends Olivia Pope and Amelia Torres, party, party, party let's all get wasted. At the tender age of 20-years-old, the young single women live for the weekend. For two and a half days, they get to be uninhibited, carefree, and drunk. Their usual day-to-day responsibilities temporarily disappear and are replaced with poor decisions and trips to Walgreens. Both girls have demanding careers as up-and-coming entrepreneurs. Olivia owns the only waxing salon in Midtown Atlanta that offers sugaring which is an alternative to regular waxing. Her salon is called, 'Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow', it's been her baby for the past 2 years. Amelia on the other hand owns a dance studio where she and 3 other dance teachers teach hip hop, salsa, jazz, and beginners ballet. Her studio is called, 'Rhythm in Motion'. So many unknowns happen during the week that by the end of it, Olivia and Amelia look forward to letting loose.
Tonight the girls were going to Plight nightclub which is owned by Olivia's older cousin Harrison. Amelia the more punctual of the duo was already dress, while Olivia was still doing her makeup.
"Since we're never gonna make it to the club, take another one." Amelia sarcastically said handing Olivia a shot glass full of Don Julio.
"Oooh, bitch please it's only 8:30, who the hell shows up to the club this early?" Olivia rolled her eyes and took the shot knocking it back.
They've been pregaming for the past 30 minutes, Olivia was already 4 shots in and feeling the effects of the Tequila. If she keeps it up, she will end up looking like Bozo The Clown by the time she is done with her makeup. She isn't a fish like Amelia who can out-drink sailors. Olivia tries to keep up with her only to end up embarrassing herself when it's all said and done.
Amelia was already pouring another shot. Olivia has to put her foot down or else they won't make it out tonight.
"No Ami I have to finish my makeup. If you keep pouring shots I will never finish."
Amelia clicked her tongue ignoring Olivia's protest, "ooh bitch open up," she encouraged with her eyes. The shot glass was filled to the brim. Amelia doesn't believe in half shots, it's all in or nothing with her.
Going against her better judgment, Olivia closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth. "Ami I will beat your ass if my makeup comes out clownish." She warned before Amelia dumped the liquor down her throat.
"Now you can finish," Amelia kissed Olivia's cheek and left her bedroom.
They share a two-bedroom apartment in Midtown not far from their businesses. They snagged the apartment after graduating from high school. It's spacious enough where they don't crowd one another, yet the girls sleep in the same bed every night unless one of them has company over.
That 5th shot did it for Olivia. She was turned up and couldn't stop singing and dancing to the music playing from her Bluetooth speaker. What should've been a 20-minute task turned into another half hour before she completed her beat. The finishing result was worth the extra time. Olivia could kiss herself, the glam she did came out flawlessly. Her hands are gifted, she was born to do this.
Walking over to her bed, she grabbed her freakum dress and wobbly slipped inside of it. She's been dying to wear this dress ever since purchasing it three days ago. She's hoping to get laid tonight. If she doesn't, she will be highly upset. Who doesn't get laid in their freakum dress? She thought to herself. The dress embodies everything Beyonce sang in the song.
"Wooooo you're definitely getting fucked in that dress tonight." Amelia whistled as she walked back into Olivia's bedroom with a glass of wine. The girl doesn't stop with the alcohol.
The red mini satin dress with a cowl neck and deep drape in the front and back accentuated Olivia's petite frame. Her silky caramel skin, juicy booty, and perky breasts were hard to miss.
"Oh I better," Olivia grabbed the glass of wine from Amelia hoping it mellowed her out.
"Mami the dress is hot. I would do you if I were into chicks." Amelia slapped Olivia's ass with a giggle leaving it stinging. "But one wrong move and your coño will be exposed, and you know how much you love to dance." She pointed out.
Amelia had a point. The dress Olivia was wearing was dangerously short. Also, add on the fact that she was going commando tonight. With the ass shaking Olivia does once her favorite song plays, everyone will get a glimpse of her coño and ass.
"Well they're in luck 'cause it's freshly waaaxxx," Olivia crooned with a drunken twirl.
"I love you." Amelia came and stood next to Olivia. She looked herself over in the floor-length mirror and the girls struck a pose. Amelia opted to wear hip-hugging jeans, a sleeveless blouse with a deep V-neck, and her signature Valentino open-toe heels. Amelia looks identical to singer Keri Hilson. She'll tell you she doesn't, just to hear you say it again.
"We're so hot," Olivia grabbed her cell phone and snapped a few pictures mirror pictures of her and Amelia. It wasn't until she uploaded them to Facebook, that she realized she was barefoot. Using Amelia's arm for support, Olivia slipped her feet into her Louboutin's she got on Poshmark.
"Are you finally ready to get wasted and forget everything tomorrow morning?" Amelia wasn't nearly as drunk as Olivia.
Olivia spritzed her hot spots with her favorite YSL perfume Black Opium. She smelled intoxicating and her body gave off a shimmering glow from the Black Opium moisturizer. "Now I am ready." She grabbed her purse and they left her bedroom.
Amelia called a rideshare and it arrived 10 minutes later. Olivia locked up their apartment and they walked out into the cool nighttime spring air. The air was exactly what Olivia needed to sober up. Their rideshare driver was a guy named Andy and he drove a shiny black Audi. Olivia thought it was cute that his name was Andy and he drives an Audi. Though she is very drunk and she finds everything cute when she's drunk.
"Hello, ladies." Andy greeted as the girls slid into the backseat of his car.
"Hello." Olivia and Amelia greeted Andy.
"Ah what's the occasion?" Andy looked at the GPS seeing where the ladies were headed.
Olivia and Amelia adoringly looked at one other, "we just got engaged." Olivia answered looking at Andy through the rearview to catch his reaction at the revelation. Amelia pecked Olivia's lips for dramatic effect. As suspected Andy's eyes widened and he shifted in his seat at the admission and gesture. The girls fought their urge to laugh and ruin Andy's fantasy. They've done this at least a hundred times and each time they garner the same reaction. Except for the one time they tried it on a bible thumper and she berated them with the 'you're going to hell' speech before putting them out of her car. They were in stitches over the whole situation that they didn't even bother reporting her. That was a night to remember. Olivia even peed herself.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat before continuing, "er c-c-congratulations." He finally stammered out.
The girls feel over in a laughing fit. They have to start recording these reactions it'll surely tickle a lot of folks.
"We're fucking with you, Andy. We're just a couple of single girls that want to enjoy their Friday evening." Amelia replied. Olivia was still cracking up.
Andy joined in on the laughter. Olivia didn't miss the lustful looks Andy threw her through the rearview. He wasn't her type, she likes her men with hair not bald.
"Plight is a good club. I am sure you ladies will enjoy yourselves. I know for a fact the men will be falling at your feet." Andy was full of compliments.
"Ooh, you're too kind Andy." Olivia teased Andy by giving him a smile and wink.
He cleared his throat again and shifted in his seat. Sweat beads were even starting to form on his forehead.
A few minutes later, Andy pulled up to Plight and it was expectedly packed. The line was wrapped around the corner. That's one of the perks of being related to the owner, they can avoid the lines. The girls recognized one of the bouncers at the door Pablo and they walked over to him.
"Hot dammit you two are hotta than fish grease ya hear me." Pablo flirted with them in his southern drawl. The other bouncers got an eyeful of Olivia and Amelia and nodded agreeing with Pablo.
"Hey Pablo," they both laughed. Pablo flirts with all the girls.
"Ya'll ladies enjoy now." Pablo like the many other men in line had no indignity about blatantly eye fucking Olivia and Amelia. They're used to the attention it's been happening since high school.
The girls walked hand in hand into Plight. The nightclub is your typical modern nightclub. It's 16,000 square feet of striking architecture, soaring ceilings, and vibrant lighting. The main floor, stage, and balcony can accommodate up to 1000 guests. And it is equipped with a full DJ booth, four service bars, and state of art sound system. Harrison almost went into debt chasing this dream and now he is one of the most eligible bachelors in Atlanta making, The Forbes 30 under 30 list two years ago. Proud is an understatement of what Olivia feels for her cousin, he is her biggest inspiration.
The bar was the girl's first stop, they were elated to see their favorite bartender Benny was working tonight.
"Hola Benny!" Olivia yelled over the music catching his attention.
Benny is very handsome and easy on the eyes. The man oozes the Latin romance, and he can talk you out of your panties with little to no effort. Olivia is one of the ladies that Benny has talked out their panties and she's not ashamed of it. It happened three months ago. She was drunk and horny. Benny was the hottest thing in Plight that night. Olivia couldn't keep her eyes off him. His eyes were on her the entire night too and at a point her pussy took over her rational thoughts and emotions. It led her to go home with him after clubbing. He had her climbing the walls like she was Spiderman. Olivia even uttered that she loved him which is a huge no-no even if said during the moment. Once a man gets her to utter those forbidden words especially in the bedroom, she cuts them off. She doesn't need that kind of toxicity in her life.
"Hola, Bella Princesa. Te has salido del vestido!" She loves when he speaks Spanish. It's her favorite language. Benny leaned over the bar and kissed Olivia's cheek with his thick juicy pink lips. Remembering the night they shared three months ago, Olivia's skin flushed with want. She wanted to feel those lips again. Dammit, Benny, she thought to myself. She typically doesn't double back, but she also never had a person make love to her pussy with their mouth the way Benny did. The man should teach a class.
"Thank you, Papi!" Olivia girlishly blushed crossing her legs to calm her pussy.
"Hola Mami," he directed his attention to Amelia with a kiss on her cheek.
"Benny you're so bad," Amelia looked between Olivia and him shaking her head with a smirk. She knows how bad Olivia wants to go at again with Benny. But Olivia can't dance down that road with him again. What they shared that night was magical and it will stay stored in her memory until it is replaced. She's been with 2 more guys and they have yet to measure up to Benny's bedroom skills.
Benny made the ladies their usual 'Sex on the Beach'. Amelia suggested they all take a shot on her, so they had double shots of Patron. Before she could offer they do another shot, Olivia grabbed her 'Sex on the Beach' and headed for the dancefloor. Amelia followed grabbing her drink as well. The double shot had Olivia feeling groovy on top of the other shots she already consumed back at the apartment. She was ready to shut Plight down.
"Yo whoever that lady is in the red dress, this next song is for you!" The DJ yelled over the mic putting Olivia on the spot.
She looked towards the DJ booth and raised her drink acknowledging the shoutout. Ironically, the DJ started playing Beyonce's Freakum Dress and all eyes were on the girl in the red dress the DJ just shouted out. Olivia loves when all eyes are on her, it gives her a sense of power. Giving the people what they want, she closed her eyes and allowed the beat to take over her body. She danced as if she was alone with her man. She was touching her body suggestively, gyrating her hips, and shaking what her momma gave her. It didn't take long for the men to react to her provocative dancing. Or Amelia cheering Olivia on telling anyone who would listen that Olivia is her best friend. The DJ kept the energy up and played 'Get Me Bodied' next. He was in his Beyonce's bag and Olivia didn't mind it one bit. Amelia joined her and they put on a wicked show for the entire club. They danced through at least 3 more songs together and with any bold guy willing to keep up with them.
"You did that bitch! Let's go drink some more! These guys are buying!" Amelia panted loudly over the music once the DJ decided to slow it down. Olivia didn't get a chance to get a good look at the guys until they were all at the bar. Both were very attractive.
They bought the girls more shots of Patron. The guy interested in Amelia introduced himself as Michael, and the guy interested in Olivia introduced himself as Garrett. They too were best friends which Olivia found adorable. Benny kept a protective eye on Olivia as she conversed with Garrett. She appreciated his attentiveness.
Midway into her conversation with Garrett, her cell phone vibrated in her purse pulling her attention away from him. She would've ignored it had Garret not been so damn dull. The man could talk. And all he wanted to do was talk about himself and his accomplishments. They're in a freakin' club and he wants to talk about himself. Pulling her cell phone from her purse, she saw that Harrison texted her. She didn't even know he'd be here tonight, she thought he was out of town.
Cousin Harrison: Bring your drunk ass to my office, it's important.
Me: Coning right up.
"Shit." Olivia gritted realizing she spelled 'coming' and 'right' up.
"Is everything alright?" Garrett asked looking from Olivia to her phone.
"Garrett I'm sorry but you'll have to excuse me." She turned to Amelia. "Harry wants me, are you coming with or staying here?"
"Excuse me, Michael," she turned to face me. "Is it alright if I stay here?" Olivia could see that Amelia was really into this Michael guy.
"Yeah that's fine, I'll be right back," Olivia told her and got up from the barstool. Everything started spinning. The shots and drink were catching up to her. It took her a few minutes to find her footing.
Garrett picked up on Olivia's impairment. "Are you good?" He was touching the small of Olivia's back giving her the support she didn't know she needed because suddenly she felt balanced.
"Yeah I'm fine, I'll be right back." She lied. She wasn't good. She was tiptoeing into the land of inebriation.
"Hurry back beautiful," Garrett winked.
Olivia somehow made her way through the crowd without falling flat onto her face. The stairs were her biggest challenge. The state she was in forced her to tackle the stairs like a child just discovering them. She is sure people were looking at her oddly. Harrison needs to invest in an elevator asap. A security guard was waiting for her at the top of the stairs and walked with her the rest of the way to Harrison's office.
"Harry…you…need…to…invest…in…an…elevator?" Olivia complained the minute she stepped into her cousin's office. "Dammit, I am slurring. I should've slowed down on the shots." The last two thoughts were supposed to stay in her mind.
"Yeah you are, no more drinking for you tonight Olivia." Harrison reprimanded her as if she was his child.
"I'm done," Olivia feebly chuckled.
Harrison wanted to scold her more, she could see it in his eyes. If this is what he called her up here for, he could've texted her. He crossed his arms and said, "Olivia I would like to introduce you to someone." Harrison diverted his eyes to the left side of his office.
Introduce to me someone, Olivia whipped her head to the left side of Harrison's office utterly confused as she thought we were alone. When her eyes landed on the man sitting on the couch, every goosebump on her body stood at attention. Nah it can't be, she thought to herself. Sitting on that couch couldn't be the one and only Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, quarterback of the New Orleans Saints, and America's favorite athlete. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. She definitely is done drinking for the night.
Though she is no football fan, she grew up with a father and uncles who are avid football fans. Her father in particular swears by the Saints. She was only 8 years old when the young promising quarterback from Florida State entered the league. That's all her daddy talked about was how Fitz was going to take the Saints to the next level, and he didn't lie. The man already has 5 super bowl titles and a host of other accolades and he's only 35-years-old.
He was her first crush at 8 years old. She thought the man with the pretty blue eyes and curly chocolate hair was so fine. It didn't help that her daddy had posters of Fitz in his mancave. When she became old enough to get on social media, she stalked Fitz's social media accounts imagining she was his girlfriend at the time who then became his wife. For years Olivia fantasized about that man. She even created a fan account for him on Myspace. In middle school when she learned about prom, she had Amelia help her write a letter to Fitz asking him to be her prom date. Olivia was obsessed with Fitz. She saved the letter waiting to mail it off in her junior year. Then high school happened and she quickly got over her crush when she was introduced to boys her age that she actually had a chance with.
So pardon her fangirling but being in the same room with Fitz has Olivia gagging figuratively. She felt like that 8-year-old little girl all over again. Her hands and skin were clammy and her throat had a lump the size of a frog shortening her breath. Internally she was freaking out so bad that she never saw him get up. It only took three strides for him to make it over to her and he was much taller than he appeared on TV. He still towered over Olivia. And he smelled manly. She knew that scent, it was Creed and he wore it magnificently.
"Olivia this is –"
Before Harrison could finish with the introduction a violent spew of vomit erupted from Olivia's mouth. She never felt it coming. Both Harrison and Fitz jumped back in time missing the vomit splashing on them by centimeters. She could die right now. She just fuckin' threw up in front of America's favorite athlete. Fuck me.
"Goddammit, Liv, how much did you drink. Are you okay?" Harrison rushed over to his mini-fridge and grabbed Olivia a bottle of water, while on the phone with someone to come and clean up the mess.
Olivia shamefully snatched the water from him and guzzled it down in a few gulps. Instantly, she felt relieved as if it never happened. She felt Fitz's eyes on her and she couldn't bring herself to look over at him. She doesn't know why he was still in here. Any logical man would've left. Now he will see her as 'Vomit Girl'. Will he tell everyone? Will he exposed her on social media for laughs? Will he tell his friends? God, why me? Why must you have forsaken me? What the hell did I do to deserve this? Shit, I can't breathe.
"Olivia breathe," Fitz gently spoke placing his large hand on her shoulder. His touch seared into her skin yet calmed her at the same time. It took everything in her not to crumble beneath him. This man already possessed power over her that petrified her.
"Breathe…breathe…find something to focus on and breathe," he patiently coached Olivia out of her panic attack before it fully came on.
How did he pick up on it? How did he know she was on the verge of having a panic attack? Her own cousin was oblivious to what was happening and this stranger picked up on it without so much as a second thought.
It took a few minutes before Olivia's breathing evened out. "Thank you," she whispered with her eyes focused on his shoes. They were the first thing she focused on. He has great taste.
"Okay what just happened, Liv are you alright?" Harrison anxiously asked coming to Olivia's side.
"I –"
They were interrupted by a knock on Harrison's office door. It was a person from the cleanup crew. His interruption gave Olivia time to gain back control of her thoughts. She walked over to the couch and sat in the same spot Fitz was when she walked in. She kept her head down and eyes low. She was too mortified to look at him. His eyes never left her. The cleaning guy left as quickly as it came. It was almost as if nothing happened.
"What am I doing here?" She hoarsely asked. Great now I sound like a fuckin' man, can this night get any worse? She looked to Harrison for answers. He had this goofy expression on his face and was avoiding eye contact with her.
Harrison cleared his throat. "I'll let you two talk." He hurriedly shuffled out of his office leaving Fitz and Olivia alone.
As soon as the door closed, Olivia felt her panic attack coming back on. It's been years since she's folded like this in the presence of a man. This just wasn't any man standing on the other side of Harrison's office. It was Fitz the Grit as the media dubbed him. He's a household name in America and people treat him like a god. Her daddy has gotten into many bar fights defending Fitz.
Olivia was finally able to look at him and boy was he an exceptionally handsome man. For him to be in his mid-thirties, he still had a boyish look to his face and a full head of chocolate curls. If she had to pick her favorite physical feature of his it would be his eyes. It's what captured her attention at 8 years old. They reminded her of the ocean, it was a calmness to them that could put anyone at ease. His nose was a little awkwardly big, but those kissable lips overshadowed that one imperfection.
"Do you like what you see?" Fitz walked over to Harrison's desk and leaned against it.
Dammit, she hadn't meant to stare that long. Olivia chose not to answer his question. The man is married for god's sake. That has never stopped her before, but this is a celebrity. She doesn't want to end up in the blogs as a homewrecker.
"I'll get right to it. I want one night with you, Olivia." He wasn't asking. The confidence and conviction in his tone were telling. This man was clearly on a mission and Olivia was his target.
"Huh?" She looked around for the Punk'd cameras figuring this was all some sick joke. Why does he want a night with her? What makes her special?
"You heard me." He pushed himself off Harrison's desk and walked over to Olivia in three strides. There was her heart again racing like it wanted to leap out of her chest and run away. Fitz pulled her from the couch enclosing his hands around her waist. His touch was igniting every erotic sensation in her body.
"Here?" Olivia looked around the office not really wanting to deflower her cousin's place of business, even though it would be a thrilling experience.
A smirk crept along the corners of his mouth, he too looked around the office. The thought was intriguing him too, then he shook it off. "No, not here. You're coming with me to my condo," again he wasn't asking but telling.
"Okay." It left Olivia's lips so effortlessly. Was this really about to happen? What are the fucking odds?
To avoid being caught by fans, paparazzi, or the other guests in the club Fitz and Olivia left out of the emergency exit of the club with his bodyguard Franco leading the way. Fitz was the complete gentleman as helped Olivia into the back of the awaiting SUV. Remembering her best friend Amelia, Olivia pulled her cell phone from her purse and saw that she had a dozen texts and missed calls. Amelia also left a voicemail. Olivia ignored the texts and listened to the voicemail.
"Livvie…I am going home with Michael…I'll see you in the morning….oh and Garrett was pretty upset that you never came back…I need all the deets on what kept you away for so long…I love you and be safe….see you in the morning…I love you again."
Olivia sent Amelia a text that she knew Amelia wouldn't read until the morning:
Olivia: You will never believe who I am going home with and how the hell this is all came about. See you in the morning, I love you be safe.
"Everything okay?" Fitz asked with his head resting against the headrest. He was looking straight ahead focusing on nothing in particular.
"Yes."
Fitz nodded his head. The rest of the ride was spent in comfortable silence. He was continued resting his head against the headrest, while Olivia was thinking of ways to fuck him to sleep. Minutes later, the SUV pulled up to Waldorf Astoria Buckhead Residences. It wasn't a surprise to see how sumptuous Fitz is living off the money he has made during his career in the NFL.
"Wow," Olivia found herself muttering during the tour Fitz gave of his penthouse condo. She didn't want to clock his pockets, but this condo had to set him back at least a few million dollars.
Olivia has never been in a home so grandiose. Every room offered 360 views from the expansion windows. Olivia is jealous of the natural light she is sure this place gets in the daytime. They made their way back to the kitchen where she went and stood in front of the window appreciating the vista of nighttime Atlanta.
"Would you like a drink?" Fitz asked.
Olivia scrunched up her face whipping her head around, "after what happened in Harrison's office?"
"I almost forgot," Fitz laughed to himself, "how about a glass of wine. You look like a wine head."
It was Olivia's turn to laugh, she's never heard that one before, "sure," she walked over to the marbled island and sat in one of the taupe-colored leather chairs.
"What was I off?" Fitz grabbed a bottle of wine from the cabinet and cracked it opened. He poured Olivia a modest glass. She thought he would indulge with her, but he poured himself a glass of Scotch.
"Can I ask you a question?" Olivia asked after taking a sip of the wine savoring the taste of the sweetness of it. She made a mental note to ask Fitz where he purchased the bottle.
"Mhm." He held the glass to his lips waiting for Olivia's question.
"Why me? The club was packed with hundreds of women." The question has been pondering in her head since he told her that he wanted to have one night with her.
"Why not you?" He downed the glass of Scotch without so much of a flinch.
Olivia finished the rest of the wine in her glass. Fitz is walking sex.
"So is this your thing picking up women in the clubs?" She wanted to see what kind of dog he was. Does he stray sparsely or regularly?
"Ah," he poured himself another glass. "I don't pick up women in the clubs. I picked up the woman I wanted in the club." He looked directly into Olivia's eyes as he finished his statement emphasizing women and woman.
He grabbed her glass and poured a healthier helping of the wine this time. The sexual tension was growing. She knew what she was here for, he knew what she was here, yet neither one of them has made a move.
"So you just saw me and picked me?" Olivia methodically sipped from this glass of wine. She didn't need a repeat of what happened back at the club.
"Do you want the truth?" Olivia watched him kick back this shot with ease thinking how he and Amelia would get along fine.
"Please." Olivia couldn't keep her eyes off his lips. All she could think about was how they would feel on her body. She regretted going commando, his chair was soaked with her wetness.
Fitz bit his bottom lip before speaking. "I have been watching you for a while now Olivia." She found him removing his suit jacket as a turn-on. His muscular physique was hidden between the silk fabric of his champagne-colored shirt. Olivia's mouth instantly watered at the sight of what he looked like naked. He continued, "I knew who you were before Harrison called you up to his office. I didn't know you two were family until tonight," he poured his third shot he was on a roll. "Anyway each time I come to Plight I painfully watch you dance with loser after loser. I watch you flirt with them and even go home with some of them. None of that shit has ever sat right with me," again he looked at Olivia whose nipples hardened on Que. It looked as if he shook a thought before throwing back the glass of liquor. If naughty thoughts were running through his mind more naughty thoughts were speeding through Olivia's and her body was beginning to react.
"Why has none of that sat right with you, aren't you married?" Olivia was curious to hear his explanation.
"Do I make you nervous?" The smirk that once crept at the corners of his mouth was full-on now.
"What do you mean?" The question caught Olivia completely off guard. She played with the brim of the wine glass to distract herself as it pulled her eyes from his.
"You keep questioning my interest in you. I've watched you enough to know that you aren't coy. So is it me, do I make you nervous?" He elaborated further on his question.
"No, you don't." Olivia lied putting on her best poker face.
"Good because I have never wanted another human being as bad as I want you. After seeing you 6 months ago for the first time, I made it my mission to come twice a week to catch a glimpse of you. I thought seeing you would curb this unquenchable urge I have for you, but each time you became more regal. Olivia, you are quite frankly the most ravishing woman I have ever laid eyes on. I know that you could never be mine. I know that I am married. All I need is one night. I need the fantasy to become a reality. I need to fuck you in every bedroom in this condo and eat your pussy until you're crying for me to stop."
You could stick a fork in Olivia and she'd pop. Never has a man's words almost brought her to an orgasm. If he kept going he would've needed to purchase a new chair.
"U-u-uuhh," she was speechless. What was she supposed to say to that?
Fitz made the first move and walked around the marbled island coming between Olivia's legs. He startled her when he hoisted her atop the countertop. Her dangling feet caused her heels to tap against the base of the marbled countertop. With his hands resting on her thighs, Fitz looked down at his barstool, and his brows raised with excitement at seeing Olivia's juices on his chair.
"Did you cum?" Fitz hiked Olivia's dress exposing her bare pussy and ass. The cool countertop tickled her exposed skin.
Olivia bashfully dropped her head, "almost," she whispered.
"Mmm, and you questioned why I chose you," He placed a finger under her chin lifting her head. Olivia couldn't hold his stare for long or else the fiery zeal behind his eyes would be her undoing.
Fitz pulled down the straps on Olivia's dress and partially lifted her, allowing her dress to slide off her body until it hit the floor beneath her feet. Placing her bare bottom back onto the cool countertop cooled Olivia's body that was ablaze with fervor. His eyes approvingly glossed over her perky breasts. They were throbbing for his mouth. Here she was in her naked glory and this man was staring at her like he just won a prize at the state fair. He was feeding her ego with his thirst.
Backing away from between her legs, Fitz grabbed Olivia's feet and removed her heels. They clinked loud as they hit his floor. With her bare feet in his hands, Fitz dipped his head and sucked on each one of Olivia's toes while keenly staring at her.
Her elbows were resting idly on the countertop and her eyes were shut as she reveled in the foreplay he was giving her toes. One of her kinks is a man that appreciates toes. Fitz then swiftly tossed Olivia's legs around his shoulders and she was pushed backward gently. Fitz dragged his tongue along her inner thighs until he was faced with her dripping core. All she could do was anticipate his next move.
"It's prettier than I imagined," his voice dropped an octave. He refocused his attention on the task at hand running his tongue along her slit sending her body into a frenetic shock.
"Ooohhh," a moan finally escaped her lips. He was applying pressure to her clit with his tongue, and her hands were so deep in his curls she could feel his scalp.
Continuing his assault on her clitoris, he then moved on to her labia where he nibbled as if she was his favorite snack. Soon enough his tongue found its way inside of her creamy hole and her body shuddered from the hellish possession he had her under.
"Fiiittzz," Olivia cried out locking her legs around his face. Her orgasm came without warning. She creamed all over his tongue. Usually, she knows when her orgasm is coming. This one snuck up on her and now here she was quivering like an inexperienced girl.
Releasing the hold her legs had around his head, Fitz was able to look up at her and tell her, "you taste as good as you look." He buried his face back between her thighs without waiting for a response.
Wait…I don't know if I can orgasm again…Fitz." Olivia has never orgasmed back to back from head.
Fitz nodded his head up and down and went back to sucking, licking, and biting on her swollen kitty. She thought Benny was a pussy eating connoisseur. Fitz had him beat by a long shot. The things he was doing with his mouth and tongue should be illegal.
"Fiiitttzzz…ooh god…I'm coming…again." Olivia placed her feet on his shoulders in an attempt to push him away.
Fitz encouraged her with a nod. Her orgasm this time was much more headstrong than the last. Not only did she cream in his mouth again, but she also squirted in it too. Bye, bye Benny there's a new sheriff in town.
Coming up for what she knew was dire air, Fitz licked his lips clean of the remaining juices of Olivia remained wiping his mouth clean. Olivia's legs felt like noodles, she had to wait for the feeling to came back in them before she moved. Weakly hopping off the counter, she swayed to the bathroom. Her pussy was pulsating like a heartbeat and her body was light as a feather. She needed a minute. She was afraid to look at herself in the huge wall-to-wall mirror. Finding the courage, she peeked at herself and was relieved to see that her makeup hadn't smudged too bad. She didn't have any blotting paper, so she used toilet paper to blot.
"Are you okay?" Fitz knocked on the door.
"Yeah, I'll be right out." Olivia shakily called out. She gave herself a pep talk and rejoined Fitz.
"I'm sorry if that was too much, did I overstep?" He kept a few inches between them giving her space.
"No you didn't overstep, you just surprised me and that doesn't happen often," Olivia admitted.
"Did you enjoy it?" Fitz closed the space between them.
"Yes, I did." Olivia looked up at him. Without her heels, she was way shorter than him.
A boastful smile spread across his face. Olivia decided it was her turn to be in charge and she stripped Fitz of his clothes. His 6-pack, his V-cut, his biceps, his toned legs, and his strong back all looked sculpted. He was a real-life Ken Doll. Only he had a 9-inch dick oozing with precum.
Olivia took him in her hands using his precum as lube as she stroked him while rubbing her breasts against his bare chest. Fitz slapped his hand against the frame of the bathroom door grunting. She needed to hear him moan like a little bitch.
"You wanna be inside me don't you?" Olivia asked using her teeth to bite on his nipples. She was handling his tool like a pro. Her hand jobs are one of her many talents. She's had a lot of practice.
Fitz surrendered a moan, but Olivia wanted to hear him say it. Tonight was a night of surprises and as the ever daring Olivia dropped to her knees replacing her hand with her mouth. Has she gone mad? What was this man doing to her?
"Ooh fuck," Fitz gritted as his hand found its way into Olivia's hair as he guided her.
Olivia bobbed her head up and down on Fitz's dick following his guidance. The slurping sounds mixed with his groans and expletives sounded as if they were making a porno. This was better than porn.
"I-I-I'm coming," Fitz warned her fucking her face harder.
Olivia looked up and started massaging his balls with one hand while playing with herself with the other. Fitz watched her with his mouth agape.
"Aaarrgghhh!" Fitz growled releasing himself into her mouth as his knees buckled. He slightly leaned forward almost losing his footing.
Olivia wiped her mouth and stood back up. She wanted to pat herself on the back. For a second, she lost control, but the ball was back in her court. Fitz's chest heaving up and down and his inability to make eye contact with her told her so.
"Did you enjoy it?" Olivia stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against Fitz's.
He smashed his lips against hers and scooped her into his arms. Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist, as he carried her over to the couch. Fitz dropped her onto the posh cushions and coated his dick with the wetness spilling out of her. He slipped inside the warmth of her gushy gush. Olivia gasped at his girth. Fitz gripped her waist feeding her lethargic long strokes. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck as she met him stroke for stroke.
"F-f-faster." Olivia whimpered.
"Your pussy feels amazing," Fitz thrust his hips upward faster giving Olivia what she wanted. He sucked and bit on her earlobe using his tongue to explore her ear. She's happy she clean her ears regularly.
"H-h-h-harder," Olivia pulled him closer to her body.
Fitz pulled back and threw Olivia's legs around his shoulders drilling her harder. The slapping sounds of their bodies crashing against each other outcried their moans of pleasure.
"Look at me," he pulled himself out of her waiting for her to look at him. Olivia opened her eyes and Fitz plunged himself back inside of her, "cum on my dick," he demanded never breaking eye contact.
Olivia's face contorted giving way to her undoing. It's something about Fitz's eyes that captivates and holds you, hostage.
"I love you!" Olivia shrieked with tears spilling from her eyes. There is no way she is seeing this man after tonight.
"I love you too!" Fitz nestled his head into the crook of her neck and pulled out of her coming on her thigh.
Fitz stood up from the couch and went to retrieve a rag from the bathroom to clean his sperm from Olivia's thigh. She laid there unable to move. She can only imagine how her makeup looked now. Fitz fucked her into oblivion. She was done, she had nothing else to give. Fitz had other plans, he carried her into the master bedroom, and laid her down on the California King.
"How do you still have energy?" His stamina is unmatched. She watched his flaccid dick come back to life.
"I told you that I have wanted you for a long time. I have one night. I have to make the best of it. Besides, that first orgasm didn't count you surprised me and that never happens." Fitz climbed back between Olivia's legs.
"I guess we both were in for surprises tonight." Olivia lazily laughed.
"Guess so," Fitz bent his head and ran his tongue across her lips before kissing her fully. She doesn't do this, she doesn't kiss during sex. However, with Fitz, she was breaking all her rules. Their lips and tongues continued getting acquainted with one another, while one of his hands traveled down her body until it reached her swollen nectar. Using his thumb and index finger, he toyed with her aching clit. Olivia moaned into the kiss needing to feel him inside of her again. She was getting her energy back.
"Fuck me Fitz please," she begged tearing away from their kiss.
Fitz ignored her pleas continuing to play with her pussy. He locked his lips on her neck where he marked it up with his lips and teeth.
"Pleeaassseee fuck me," Olivia whined humping his fingers. She wanted to cum on his dick again not his fingers.
On the brink of her second orgasm, Fitz slipped back inside of her reconnecting his lips with hers momentarily.
"Fuck," he hissed breaking their kiss this time. Olivia was even wetter. It was hard for Fitz to find a rhythmic stroke.
"Fiiittzzz…I love you…I love you…ooooh." She declared as tears once again spilled from her eyes. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and her eyebrows furrowed as she felt the wave of her orgasm gaining momentum.
"Are you close Livvie?" He was rotating his hips causing his dick to hit her spot and it was murder she wrote.
"Yes!" She screamed looking up at him. Fitz cockily smirked and began hitting her with hard quick pumps. Olivia never missed a beat. She was exhausted but dammit she was keeping up with him. "Oouu I'm coming'!" Olivia hugged Fitz close to her body hoping that would calm her trembling body.
"Me too!" Fitz bit into Olivia's shoulder and pulled out of her spurting onto his sheets this go around. He rolled over onto his back desperately trying to catch his breath.
"Wow." Olivia breathlessly exhaled.