Rating: MA, NSFW
Spoilers: None
Trigger/content warnings: bar setting, alcohol, intoxication, gambling, implied & direct cheating/adultery, cuckold/derision/humiliation, voyeurism/watching, bondage (handcuffs), orgasm denial, light biting, rimming (Fem), anal play (Fem), oral (Fem), squirting, masturbation (Male), cumplay
This is for the CUCKOLD square of thatesqcrush 's Sexy Summer Bingo!
I just about took my own life getting this written. Holy hell. This is a 4-alarm fic -
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Betting Against the Spread
idiom. "betting against the spread" 1) When you bet "against the spread," it's not enough for the favorite to win the game; now, they have to win by more than a specified amount 2) The point spread gives a reason for bettors to risk money on both teams.
Things had not gone the way Elliot had imagined they would. He felt it only fair to finally concede this point, since the bite of his steel handcuffs keeping his arms behind him on the chair was moving beyond uncomfortable and into painful territory.
And speaking of painful, that was also how he would describe the extraordinary hard-on he was sporting. It was still mostly choked inside his tightie whities, but was making a high-spirited attempt at pushing out of the waistband. Stabler had no doubt that if Fin were nearby, he would know the answer to the question he had been pondering now for several hours - had any man ever actually died from needing to get off?
If not, Elliot supposed, perhaps he would at least get his name in the Guiness Book of Records.
However, before we go any further, you're probably wondering how Detective Stabler found himself in the chair to begin with. Let's begin at the beginning …
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"Hey - " Elliot nodded cordially as he caught sight of Alex at the bar, "I got caught up in some paperwork. I thought you said Liv would be here?"
"Oh, she's here," the statuesque blonde smirked into her highball glass.
"She in the washroom?" He signalled the bartender for a beer and slid onto the stool next to the ADA.
"Not quite." Stabler shot her an impatient look as he unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves. Alexandra swiveled her stool around and nodded her head in the direction of the dance floor.
Raising an eyebrow, he followed her gaze and stopped when he saw Olivia kicking up her heels to the music. Mouth agape, he looked back to Alex. "Christ, Alex, how much has she had?! I didn't think I was that late."
"She wanted to do some shots," Alex shrugged. "I'm not her mother."
"Ironically, her mother'd probably be out there with her," he muttered, picking up the bottle that had been placed in front of him. He took a long pull, then loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons. The bar was busier, and hotter than he had anticipated.
When the song ended, the flushed, grinning brunette hurried over to the bar. "You made it!" she smiled to Elliot, "I figured you were going to play the Dad card and bail on us."
She climbed onto the stool on the other side of Alex, then leaned up and put her elbows on the bar to talk around the blonde. It was so ridiculous it was endearing, and Elliot had to laugh.
"Thanks for not being a stick in the mud," she told him. The bartender was already ogling her and El bristled instinctively. "More Sourpuss shots!" she demanded.
"You sure you shouldn't pace yourself better?" he asked, trying to make his tone sound teasing rather than parent-like.
"Worried you can't keep up with me?" she shot back.
"Yeah," he laughed, "I am."
The brunette eyed him over her shot glass as she downed the sour blue liquid, then slid a shot to Alex and one down to her partner.
"Try me," she winked.
A familiar pang of desire hit him square in the root of his body at her tone and that wink. Elliot did the shot to show he was a good sport. As he set the glass down, he watched Liv murmur conspiratorially into Alex's ear, her body pressed against the blonde's side.
"Not right this minute," Alex smiled, "but you go ahead."
Liv pouted but went back in the direction of the dance floor anyway. Elliot felt a newer feeling; a tug that felt more like … well, jealousy. Or perhaps competition, he considered, as his fingers tightened around his beer. Either emotion would be ridiculous - there was nothing going on between himself and Olivia to be territorial about. He was a married man, after all, so if Alex wanted Liv, well then she could have her - right?
His inner voice fell silent.
He panicked.
Right?!
"Come back to us, Elliot!"
It was Alexandra, snapping her fingers close to his head.
"Yeah. Sorry, long day," he fibbed, shaking it off. His gaze travelled back to the dance floor, where Liv was still working out whatever it was that had her drinking for the evening.
Alex watched his face, and where his eyes went, then smirked into her drink. "My days would probably be long like that, too, if I worked alongside Olivia every day."
Elliot was mortified to actually feel a blush rising in response to the lawyer's words. "You forget I'm married, Counselor?" he asked numbly.
"Relax, Stabler - you're not the first man in history to find someone other than his spouse attractive," she snorted. "I would almost be more concerned if you weren't attracted to Olivia."
"Why's that?"
Alex leaned closer and dropped her voice slightly. "Because anyone with a pulse should be attracted to that woman."
His heart took another painful jump inside his ribcage. "Is that so?" The Detective and the ADA's gazes were locked. "Are you alive then, or dead, Counselor?"
The blonde opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Liv's uncoordinated return to the bar. She stumbled as she slotted herself between the two bodies, breathless from dancing.
"What is this you're drinking, anyway?" she asked Alex, reaching for the glass. "Let me taste this thing!"
Alex allowed the drink to be pulled from her hands. "It's a Negroni," she smiled, watching Liv taste it. "Would you like me to buy you one?"
"Mm, no," Liv grimaced, shaking her head. "But you can buy me a margarita," she grinned sweetly.
Olivia turned to face the bar again as Alex signalled the bartender. As the tipsy brunette watched her margarita being poured, she let her weight slide back until she was sitting on Alex's leg.
Another fire trail of jealousy ran hot across Elliot's skin as he saw Alex hold Liv in place with one hand on his partner's hip. Every logical cell in his body was sounding the alarm that he needed to escape, the faster the better. Any feelings he did or did not have for Olivia Benson were more than just off-limits: indulging in them in his waking life was the most dangerous thing he could think of.
Go home, Elliot, his mind warned. Finish that beer and get the hell out while you still can.
But then Liv was sipping her new drink, and letting Alex whisper in her ear. Her round brown eyes were shining with her enjoyment, while the uncommon flush in her cheeks made her look so happy.
He was jealous. He was fucking competitive.
"I have to go to the little girls' room," Liv said, "can you watch my drink?" She peeled herself from Alex's lap and walked off.
When she was out of earshot, Alexandra fixed Elliot with another amused look. "I would say we both know where to take our pulse."
"You seem awfully sure of yourself."
"You forget I'm single, Detective?" Alex purred.
Swallowing hard, there was a click in his suddenly-dry throat. He turned his head in the direction of the washrooms, then back to the blonde. "Care to make a wager?"
Her icy blue eyes pinned him to the spot and waited for him to go on.
"We both shoot our shot. Winner gets to take Liv home." As he heard his words back, El wasn't sure if he was more ashamed or excited.
"That's a pantywaist wager, Stabler," Alexandra dismissed. "Let's be grownups here. We let Liv choose, and the loser has to watch the winner prove they can fuck her better."
Elliot's stomach dropped so severely that for a moment he truly thought he had fallen off his bar stool. Anxiously, he sucked his beer dry and tried to feel his blood pumping to bring him back to earth.
"She's heading back," Alex said quietly. His hand shot out and shook hers firmly. They nodded at each other, and then Olivia was back, grasping for her margarita.
Elliot ordered a second beer, flattening his hands against the bar to hide their slight tremble. "Hey Liv," he called, eyes on the bartender.
"Yeah?"
"You want to play a game of pool with me?"
Her face broke into another goofy smile and it soothed him, immediately. "Kick your ass at a game of pool, you mean? Absolutely."
She took a step away from Alex toward El, then turned back again. "Are you going to play, too?" she pouted.
"Oh, no thank you," Alex chuckled. She looked over Liv's shoulder as she said, "It's Elliot's turn."
Shrugging, Olivia let Elliot pull her by the hand in the direction of the pool tables.
"Beginner's luck!" the brunette giggled when she broke the game and sank multiple balls.
But Stabler couldn't shake the feeling that somehow in all this, he was being had.
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The night stretched long as each suitor engaged in skillful sexual warfare. Elliot's was admittedly more overt: covering Liv's body with his to show her pool shots, finding excuses to touch her hands, arms, waist.
Alexandra had the man utterly puzzled with how much conversation was involved in hers. Mostly the two women sat at the bar, cozied up to one another, talking, talking. Just as many opportunities were found, nevertheless, for the blonde to touch Liv, too.
If the war was words, he had no doubt the ADA would win, as expressing himself was his Achilles heel. Expressing himself to Liv about how he felt about her … that was something else, buried even deeper.
But he thought maybe - just maybe - if he could get her outside, clear their heads a little, he might be able to make some headway. If nothing else, Elliot wanted a clear-minded minute to make sure Olivia wasn't so tipsy as to require him to forfeit.
As they first stepped outside, his partner took in a double-lungful of cool night air and smiled so genuinely that El realized there was much more at stake than just his dignity.
"Nice night," he commented lightly, pondering what he really wanted to say. Olivia let the cool breeze push away the heat of the bar and closed her eyes. "So what got you in the mood to let loose tonight?"
"You tell me all the time I don't have a life outside the job," she reminded him.
"I - "
"El. I'm not busting your balls about it, all I mean is, sometimes I do need a night here and there where I can forget that our job is the equivalent of collecting human monsters in cages."
She certainly didn't sound as drunk as he had thought. He wasn't sure if that made him more comfortable or more nervous.
"Just … wanted to make sure you're okay, is all."
Turning to him, she looked at him softly. "I know. I appreciate that, Elliot. Tonight has been a lot of fun."
He kept his eyes on her, loving how bright her eyes looked, and the color in her cheeks. Yes, he wanted her, but more than that, he wanted her happy. She seemed to recognize what he wanted to say, somewhere in all that softness that was locked inside his long gazes.
As long as he was married, however, he knew that he would have to be the one that closed the distance between her mouth and his. And he hadn't had nearly enough to drink for that.
Alex was turning out to be the better gambler after all.
Back inside, Alex was still at the bar, appearing staid and unfettered by their disappearing outside. She took a glance at her watch and smiled at Olivia.
"It's getting late. Would you like a last drink?"
"Mm. Yes please," Liv nodded.
"Me three," Elliot agreed.
There the three of them sat: the cocky blonde, catlike ADA, who hardly ever gambled unless she was pretty goddam sure she was going to win; the guilty Catholic who always had something to prove, and had the worn-thin rosaries to show it; and the brunette who was all-heart, deserving of much more love than life had seen fit to measure out for her.
Elliot was telling himself he needed to call it off - needed to find a way out of it, and quick. But the other side of it had him thinking, what if this was as close as he was ever going to get? Better to have watched and lost, than not to have watched at all?
Then their drinks were finished and Alex was herding them toward the coat check, where she helped Olivia put her jacket on. In the smoothest move he had ever seen, Alex kissed her as she turned her head to look over her shoulder to fit her arm into her sleeve jacket.
Elliot's eyes froze still on them kissing, his heart pounding, sweat rising clammily on his skin. When it broke, Alex smirked and said, "Which one of us would you like to take home, darling?"
Elliot ran hot and cold, feeling the tell-tale pressure of his desire at his groin. Liv blinked languidly, licking her lips. She looked from Alex to Elliot, once, twice …
She pouted. "I can't have you both?" Her voice was husky and hopeful and Elliot's legs felt so weak he thought the floor was about to open up.
"I bet . . . " Alexandra started, moving behind Olivia and gazing over her shoulder at El, "that Elliot could be convinced to watch, if you like."
Olivia's eyes lit up and then smoldered at the suggestion, looking eagerly at her partner. "I - do you …" she looked at him a bit more shyly then, "would you like that?"
He never could lie to her.
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Dazed, and rather outside of himself, Elliot joined the two women in a cab to Olivia's apartment. Along the way, Alex continued to wind up his partner, who had one hand on the blonde's thigh and the other on his. Each time Alexandra played her tongue along Liv's neck or earlobe, Liv's fingertips bore holes into his leg.
He wondered if he would survive the night.
Then they were climbing to the apartment, Alex predatory, Olivia giddy, Elliot volleying. He hung back a little inside, deciding that just doing what he was told would likely be the least volatile option.
Alex tossed her jacket over the back of the couch, waiting patiently for Liv to follow suit. Both of them kicked off their shoes as El slowly caught up. As Alex began to tug Olivia toward the bedroom by the hand, Liv reached for his. Wordlessly, he let her pull him along.
Inside the bedroom, Alex had turned on the light and was surveying the room with a purpose. At last, she pulled out the chair that sat in front of a small makeup table, tapping the back. "Toss Olivia your handcuffs, Stabler."
His anxiety took a leap as he reached to the back of his belt and unhooked them. Liv caught them, but held them instead of turning to Alex right away.
The blonde followed up with: "Drop your pants."
His partner licked her lips, grinning faintly as he unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and pushed them off his hips to the floor. There was nothing left to cloak Elliot's semi-hard cock from their gazes, except for his run-of-the-mill white briefs. Liv was still flushed, her pupils blown with want, whereas Alex looked mostly amused.
"Are Catholics not allowed to wear interesting underwear, either,?" she asked lightly. She tapped the chair again. "Lose the shirt and sit."
Once he was on the chair, Alexandra got Liv to cuff his arms behind him. She rose to her feet pouting, asking, "Wouldn't he be more fun with his hands?" The question sent a shiver through him.
"Trust me, darling," Alex told her, and then pulled her back into her arms.
The chair was painfully close to the bed. Elliot realized right away that he would be able to see, hear, even smell everything.
Jesus Christ, he silently profaned.
Alex's fingers were raked into Liv's short hair, and she was urging her firmly toward the bed. They toppled together with the blonde kissing a line of wet kisses down Olivia's offered throat that brought her body arching upward. Long fingers slid beneath Liv's shirt, up up up but without baring skin nor bra to Elliot's starving eyes.
"Mmm … " his partner moaned as the fingers trailed back down, scratching over hard nipples pushed into lace. His fingers twitched behind him.
Instead of subtracting any one piece of clothing, Alexandra pushed open Liv's legs and hooked her arms under the thighs, turning her body slightly and then slotting herself in the space she'd made. Hands on Liv's ass began to rock her upward, grinding her against Alex's upper thigh.
The sound that emanated from Olivia's throat was ethereal. It filled El's mouth with saliva and set up a pounding in his strangled erection. It went on so long that it brought him to his wondering about the Guiness Record for World's Most Sexually Tortured Man.
A strange sort of relief flooded him when Alex's hands finally went to Liv's waist and got her pants open. She pulled them off and discarded them indifferently, reaching back for what she really wanted. Her fingers clutched both sides of the baby blue bikinis Liv was sporting and slid them off ever so tortuously slowly.
"Tell him how wet you are," she grinned to Liv, who was breathing heavy.
"I'm … so, so wet," she gasped out.
Elliot forced himself to swallow the groan that his lungs produced at her words.
"Let's prove it to him," Alex said, holding out a hand to the brunette. She pulled her to her feet and handed her back her panties, then crossed behind the chair and stood behind Elliot. "Pull him out of his underwear."
Olivia looked down at Elliot's waist, excited and a bit shy. Panties in one hand she moved forward and reached for his tortured dick, pulling his underwear out of the way so he finally sprung free. He was rock hard, veins dark and throbbing, the head offering a drooling string of pearlescent precum.
"Wrap your wet panties around his cock and stroke him," Alexandra directed.
An exhale rattled from him that sounded half scared at the thought. The other half was embarrassed at the possibility the touch might have him shooting in her hand. He trembled as her hand inched closer, closing around his length with the damp, sticky gusset of her panties facing his hot skin.
Mother of sweet Christ.
Then her hand was moving, stroking the clothing along with his cock, tugging carefully, a bit lighter than he would have liked. Nevertheless, the touch was electric. His hips bucked helplessly and he blushed anew, watching Liv lick her lips and stare at her hand.
"I bet he wants to know what you taste like," Alex's voice said just over his head. "What do you think?"
Liv looked up to Alex. "I - I don't know."
"You can ask him."
She cleared her throat, her hand stuttering to a stop. "Do you … would you - uhm. Do you want to taste it, El?"
He closed his eyes, mortified. His throat was dry from his efforts not to moan and pant. "Yes," he confessed weakly. "God, yes."
Alex nodded, pleased. "Go ahead, doll."
Olivia stood up a bit straighter, opening her legs slightly. She swiped two fingers through her wet folds, then offered them to Elliot as if she were sharing pocket candy. He opened his mouth without needing direction, and then Liv's fingertips were on his tongue.
He lost the battle with not moaning as soon as her taste hit the back of his tongue. He moaned loud around her fingers as he sucked them clean, swallowing the tang and sweat and essence of his partner like a man addicted. When she pulled them back and he stopped, his eyes were slow to focus.
Alex went back to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Liv turned to her, and was tugged closer with a hand on the bottom of her shirt. Alex unbuttoned the shirt, one button at a time until she pushed it from Liv's dark shoulders, sending it fluttering to the floor. Without asking or being told, Olivia reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall forward before dropping it, the last of what she was wearing.
Elliot was jealous of their silent communication, forced to wonder if it would be the same between himself and Liv, were it just the two of them. His eyes traced the soft, sloping curve of her naked breasts from his seat, imagining the feel of them in his cupped palms. With no need to imagine, Alexandra pulled one into her mouth, hands at his partner's waist.
Olivia hissed softly, fingers lightly at the blonde's head watching greedily as Alex suckled increasingly harder. At the switch to the opposite nipple, Alex's hand slipped from waist to the apex of Liv's thighs, copying Liv's own move from before: long fingers dipped into the pool of wetness, moving gently. The brunette's head fell back with her pleasure before Alex pulled away and sucked her own fingers.
"God, you taste perfect," she praised.
Elliot's cock twitched, making him shift on the chair impatiently.
Olivia cleared her throat and murmured, "You're still dressed."
"You make a good point," Alex grinned. She stood and turned around, letting Liv unzip the tan pencil skirt she was sporting. It pooled to the floor alongside the recently relinquished bra. Underneath, her thigh-high nylons were held in place with a white lace garter, which appeared to please Olivia immensely, her face lighting up with a bright smile.
She nudged the blonde forward with a hand on the small of her back, and Alex put a knee on the bed, bending at the waist. Liv's mouth trailed the curve of her spine downward until she found the globes of the Counselor's ass. Then she sunk her teeth into the pale half-moons below the white lace, nipping bites all across them until Alexandra was rolling her hips into the touch.
Liv slid her hand over the crotch of the white lace panties, licking her lips. "Ooh - I'm not the only one who's dripping wet," she teased, and Elliot growled. She pushed harder, rubbing the panties into the blonde's soaked cleft, and Alex moaned, dropping her head forward.
Finally, she was slipping the panties off, getting Alex to step out of them before she bent her over again. "Put both knees up, baby," she gestured. The idea of anyone calling the self-assured ADA 'baby' struck Elliot as absurd, but the blonde didn't seem to mind. She was on all fours, presenting herself to Olivia.
He watched his partner as she resettled Alex into a variation on downward dog, not realizing that he was holding his breath. Still in the game, his exhausted cock twitched angrily as Liv's hands parted Alex to her gaze, then leaned down and drew her tongue through the slick mess at her centre, all the way up and over her ass.
"Ahh! God!" Alexandra whimpered. It was the first time all night that El had heard the polished lawyer falter in her sense of control. He inhaled sharply, refilling his aching lungs.
Turning her head, Alex looked at him. Was she embarrassed, suddenly, that he had noticed how much Olivia effected her? Her blue stare flashed as she spoke, her breathing heavy: "Too bad it's not your cock she's licking, eh Stabler?"
It's not as though he could disagree with her.
Anything else Alex was planning to say was stalled by the thrust of Liv's tongue back inside her. She clutched the bedspread and pressed her forehead to it, panting through the ripples of pleasure that ran through her entire lower half. The sound of Liv's mouth, sucking and sliding and humming was accelerating even El's breathing, his hands in the cuffs clenching repeatedly.
Then her fingers were fucking into Alex's pussy, starting up a rocking forward and back to push them as deep as she could take them. Elliot's muscles were tensed to the point of trembling, aching for human touch in a way he hadn't known was possible. Olivia put a hand to the blonde's hip and helped her rock even harder, until the bump of her hand against her body on the forward thrust filled the room. Alex continued to get wetter, laser-focused on the orgasm she was chasing, until Liv nudged a slender finger against the tight muscle she had licked earlier. The first two joints of Liv's finger popped easily into Alex's ass, matching the rhythm of her other fingers.
Alex had been reduced to a shaking, keening, dripping mess on just one of his partner's hands, and El's vision trebled as he felt dizzy.
"Oh fuck - oh God … Olivia, Liv, please, Jesus!" the lawyer was frantic, then rose up off her elbows and sucked in a breath as the orgasm overtook her, her legs struggling to stay up.
Sighing, then smirking like a cat who had got in the cream, Liv pressed soft kisses all over Alex's lower back before she used her tongue to clean up the mess between her legs. Side by side on the bed, the two women held hands and let their lungs have a moment of respite.
When she felt better, Liv threw a forearm over her head and asked, "Shouldn't poor Elliot have a little something now?"
Alexandra considered, hardly even glancing over at him. She rolled her head toward Liv and answered, "Let me fuck you first - then I promise he can."
The brunette didn't argue, simply pulled Alex's sleeveless silk shirt over her head and threw it to the carpet before she scooped the globes of her breasts from her bra into her hands. She pressed her body along Alex's as she licked around and over her nipples, humming with delight at the feel of them in her mouth.
Alexandra flipped her onto her back gracefully, then yanked her roughly toward the end of the bed, arms back under Liv's thighs. She made sure that they were positioned such that Elliot had a VIP view of what was about to take place.
"Pay close attention," she told him lightly, "so you'll know how she likes to be fucked."
The helpless, hungry look on his face was perfectly pathetic. His breaths were shallow. He had leaked a puddle of precum down his cock, between his legs, onto the chair. El craned his neck, trying to see around Alex's blonde hair as she got comfortable between his partner's thighs.
She teased for long minutes, peppering tiny kisses and nips along Olivia's thighs, drawing sighs and hums from her like a beloved instrument. "So swollen," Alex murmured. Another kiss. "Look at your clit, wet and begging for my mouth."
"Jesus Alex … "
"Patience, beautiful." She ran a circle around her hard clit with just a fingertip, swirling her juices, gathering them just to admire what she had done. "Tell me what I know you want."
"I - I want to be in your mouth," Liv panted.
Alex's head dipped, and her lips slipped around the erect bud where Liv could feel her heartbeat. Helplessly, her hips lifted from the bed, seeking more of the blonde's hot mouth. Nonplussed, Alex steadied her hips and sucked harder, tongue pushing and swirling. Lower, her mouth dove down, sticky slick coating her nose and chin, intoxicated with Olivia's feel, taste, scent.
When the ADA finally lifted for air, the sight Elliot caught was a punch to his heart. Olivia was perfect: pink, full, drenched, open and eager. She was arched on the bed, both hands in her own short hair, her breaths short and heaving. He was anguished with the need to see her come.
Two fingers filled her hot, throbbing cunt and he let loose a whine that surprised himself.
"Mm, that's right, squeeze my fingers," Alex smiled, watching Liv writhe into the touch. She tried a quick thrust and the brunette shouted. Covering her clit with her thumb, she built up slowly, thrusting and rubbing in tandem.
"I - " Liv gasped, "can't - I can't take it!"
In answer, Alex curled her fingers against the brunette's G-spot, growling when Liv responded by pulling blonde hair into her fist. "Tell Elliot how much you're loving this. Tell him you love me fucking you."
Elliot felt sweat bead at his temples, he bit his own tongue.
"El, I - oh! Fucking - ungh! I love Alex fucking me like this," she gritted between her teeth.
He couldn't tear his eyes away as Alexandra ran into the home stretch, fucking relentlessly until Olivia came, squirted, screaming, pulling desperately on her head to get Alex's mouth back over her. She circled her hips into Alex's lapping mouth until she went limp on the bed, fighting for breath.
Elliot hung his head, sweating and empty, except for the heavy ache in his balls. He didn't know how long he sat that way before Alexandra rolled to her unsteady feet and crossed to the chair. She unlocked the handcuffs and let him free.
"Go to the bed."
Concerned his legs wouldn't hold him up, he braced a hand on the chair back in order to rise. When he was sure he wasn't going to collapse, he went to the foot of the bed and stood there quietly, Olivia splayed on the bed like a goddess.
Alex stood bedside and put a warm hand on Liv's quivering belly. "Spread your legs a bit, darling."
There was nothing left anymore, to obstruct his view of her swollen, wet, well-fucked pussy and his expression had Alex stifling a chuckle.
"Come on her pussy, Stabler."
It took a moment for him to really register what she had said. Then his stiff, aching hand encircled his prick. He sucked in a hiss at how oversensitive and tender he was, making his first strokes hesitant. His orgasm was practically sitting, waiting just behind the head of his cock. Less than probably a dozen strokes and he came, groaning as hot come splattered his partner's pussy.
Alex leaned over and kissed Liv softly. "Reach down, and push it inside you," she murmured.
Eyes smoldering, Liv complied, scooping his spend and then pushing it carefully inside her tender pussy on her fingers. When she was finished, Alex climbed onto the bed and knelt between her thighs one last time, pulling Olivia open with her thumbs.
"Now, push it out for me."
Fascinated, Elliot watched as Liv clenched and released, his come slowly pooling out of her. Alexandra lowered her head and cleaned the sticky mess of his and Liv's mixed juices, her tongue wide and flat over labia, entrance, and ass. Olivia sighed and giggled happily.
Now that the tension had lifted from his groin, Elliot could feel the aches taking up residence in his wrists, arms, and ass muscles as a result of trying to stifle his responses. He took a deep breath and stretched a bit, wondering where to go from here.
There were so many good reasons why he wasn't the gambling type - but only one reason why this had been a wager he couldn't refuse. He gazed down at Olivia's sleepy, satisfied face and smiled softly.
Maybe the fix had been in all along.
But, he decided, it was worth it.
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