Olivia sat up on her bed and headed for the kitchen to grab a glass of wine.
Was it possible to hate some one and be sexually aroused by them at the same time? Clearly it was. Visions of her on the resolute desk danced in her mind as Fitz just detailed very explicitly in a round of phone sex what he would do to her if she made her way to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
But she couldn't. If she were already there, it'd be one thing, but going to the White House for a booty call, for some reason she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
However, that certainly didn't stop her mind from wandering. Ever since she'd told him there was hope for their future, he'd been on a mission. A mission to show her that he was still just as much in love with her as the day they met. And nothing would stand in his way, least of all Jake Ballard.
After retrieving her wine, Olivia went into her bathroom to let her tub fill with water while she removed her makeup and got undressed. Maybe the relaxation would still her thoughts. But deep down, she knew it was no use. There was only one way to satisfy her Fitzgerald Grant itch and that was having him inside her. Since she'd already nixed the idea of leaving her place for the night, she thought of the next best thing.
She grabbed her headphones and her wine and settled into the tub. She scrolled to the only contact in that phone and waited for it to ring.
"Lincoln and Farrah," she spoke as soon as he picked up the phone, not even giving him a chance to greet her."
"Liv?" Fitz half asked, half said, confused by what she was referring to.
"There aren't many boy names that start with F that don't sound old but Farrah is cute. Plus it kind of goes with Karen. Farrah Annette to be exact."
"And Lincoln?" Fitz asked.
"Isn't he every Republican's favorite president? And most people call me Liv so in a way it's one for you and one for me."
Her reply was met with silence and she knew he was more speechless than anything. After she'd run away with Jake and what had happened with his son and her parents, he had all but given up on the dream. But she hadn't. She couldn't.
Ever since her impromptu trip to Vermont, to the house he built for them—their family, she'd realized just how much she wanted that life. Sure, it may just be an alternate reality for now, but she wanted it too. So much so that she'd come up with names for their two kids. She pictured a boy and a girl—twins maybe, running around, filling up her life with light and laughter. That, combined with the man that she couldn't seem to fall out of love with no matter what forces tried to separate them, was what she dreamed about night after night.
"There's hope, Fitz. With you and me, there's always hope. I couldn't live—there has to be hope."
"There's hope," he echoed. "Is that all there is?" Fitz asked, settling into the guest bed. Olivia was too heavy on his mind before he left the oval to even think about laying in bed beside his wife.
"What do you—"
"I know you, Liv," Fitz said, cutting her off. "You wouldn't have called unless you…" he intentionally let his voice trail off to see if she was going to admit to it.
"Unless I what?" She asked, her sexual frustration growing by the minute. This man knew her better than she did herself sometimes.
"Say it Livvie, tell me why you really called."
He could hear her breathing on the other end of the phone, gathering up the courage to do what he was asking.
"And then what?" She repeated her question from when they spoke earlier. He knew this was as close as his Livvie was going to get to begging and he was just as ready to fulfill her desire as she was.
Fitz smiled into the phone, remembering exactly where he left off in this sexual fantasy.
"Well I still wouldn't fuck you. You'd have to beg some more for that. I'd work my way back down and tease your nipples—I know how much you love that. You're touching yourself right now for me aren't you sweet baby?"
Olivia let out an exhale as she moved her hands up to her breasts to mimic what he would do to her. He took that as confirmation to his question.
"I'd start with just using my hands and then I'd take one in my mouth. Probably the left one first because you seem to favor your right one more. Then I'd switch because I'm an equal opportunity kind of guy."
Fitz could hear the faint noise of water in the background mixed with her soft sighs.
"Are you in the bath right now?" He asked her.
"Mm hmm," she replied still fondling with her nipples, hoping he would get back to his phone torture soon.
"Do you still have it in that basket beside you?"
She knew immediately what he was talking about. Once when he'd come over he'd discovered she kept a vibrator in a basket with her other toiletries. He'd used it on her a few times in the shower and told her not to move it.
Breaking out of her haze, she leaned over the tub and grabbed her battery operated friend, anxious for what was to come. Fitz plus a fantasy always made for a mind-blowing combination.
"Turn it on and run it down your body like it was my tongue. But when you get to that beautiful pussy of mine don't stick it in just yet."
Olivia did as she was told and could feel the device just outside of her, causing her walls to pulsate. She needed relief, but knowing Fitz, the end was nowhere in sight. And it excited the hell out of her.
"Are you wet for me Sweet Baby?" He asked her, already well aware of the answer.
"Fitz, please," she whispered.
"That doesn't sound like begging," he told her, reminding her of what it was gonna take for him to truly have his way with her. "But it's okay I have something else in mind. I want you to place it just below your clit. Enough so you can feel it, but not directly on the spot."
He knew what he was doing to her. He'd often kiss and lick all around her sweet spot, intentionally keeping his mouth off of the one spot where she wanted it most. If he was going to tease her, he was gonna do it right.
"And then with your other hand, I want you to rub circles around your pussy. But don't put them in. Just tease yourself like I would."
Olivia wondered how was it that he could make her feel this good without even being in the same room with her? He frequently reminded her that he knew her body inside and out and it was proving to be true as she could hear herself moan from the sensations.
"That's it Livvie," he said upon hearing her satisfaction."Now I want you to slide one finger in, but don't move it."
Once again, she followed his instructions. She wanted nothing more than for this sensational torture to end and for him to let her have the orgasm she was craving, but he said begging and she knew he meant it.
"If you had actually come here. That would be my tongue instead of your vibrator. And we both know how much you like that. And while I'm sure the sight of you naked in a bathtub is breathtaking, we both remember how much you liked being spread out across my desk. You remember that don't you, Livvie? Inauguration night. You tried to fight it, but it ended up being no use. You slipped off your panties and it took everything in me not to rip that dress off of you."
Him reminiscing on the first night they had sex in the Oval Office was sending her body into even more of a frenzy than she imagined. Olivia could feel the heat in her core rising and no longer felt the ability to form words.
"I want you to replace your finger with the toy, but don't move it Liv," he instructed before proceeding with the story. "We really gave Tom a show. At first I fucked you with my fingers in front of my desk. But I think my favorite was when I ate you out while I was sitting in my chair. I think about that often when I'm working. I'll look up and just imagine you there, naked, and my face buried between your legs. Well between that and you on your knees sucking me off. If I lean my head back just right, I can almost feel it happening again."
Olivia could feel herself pulsating around her vibrator and she was almost there.
"You close, sweet baby? I bet you are aren't you? Or maybe this'll do it. Maybe you want me to remind you of how I took you from behind while you were bent over my desk. Or how I took you against the window. Or how you rode me on the couch? Oh I know, what about me fucking that sweet pussy on the floor on top of the Presidential seal?"
That did her in.
"Fitz, please," she whimpered.
"Please what, Sweet Baby? I wanna hear you beg."
"I need to cum. Please I need you to let me cum," she nearly screamed.
"Fuck yourself, Liv. Pretend it's me and I'm fucking you like I did on top of my desk. And use your other hand to play with your clit. I wanna hear you baby."
Olivia moved the vibrator in and out of herself and used her free hand to play with her bundle of nerves. She prided herself on how quiet she could orgasm when sneaking around with Fitz, but loved when they were alone and she could let him know just what he did to her.
"Oh fuck, Fitz," she moaned, her eyes still closed, picturing him on top of her, pounding into her, creating unimaginable pleasure.
"That's it, Livvie, Take it all, sweet girl. Cum for me. Just for me."
And she did with a loud scream, nearly knocking her glass of wine off the side of the tub. Her toy had given her orgasms before, but something about using it while having phone sex with the President of the United States, made her come undone like never before.
She lay there, in the tub, the water now lukewarm and knew that his silence meant he was extremely satisfied that he just made her orgasm over the phone.
"Get that smirk off your face, mister," she told him.
"Goodnight Liv," Fitz said before hanging up the phone.
She climbed out of the tub and removed the plug to let the water drain out. Making note of the late hour, she quickly hopped in the shower seeing as how her bath was more dirty than clean.
Just as she finished and headed back into her bedroom, she heard a knock at the door. She sincerely hoped it wasn't Jake as she was in no mood to deal with him right now. Looking through the peephole, she hook her head at who was standing on the other side.
Opening the door, she came face to face with the man who'd just gotten her off over the phone not 20 minutes ago.
"There's hope," Fitz said.
"There's hope," Olivia confirmed.
Looks like she would get her itch scratched after all.