I know Thanksgiving is officially over now, but still I thought I'd post a little something something for you guys. This chapter is not long at all and meant to be a filler. I hope you enjoy!
Stomach growling: when the stomach produces a growling noise, making its owner aware it needs to be fed.
Stomach roaring: when the stomach makes a deep, prolonged cry (that's only supposed to be uttered by an animal), demanding to be fed.
Let's just say Fitz's stomach was way passed the growling stage. It was pissed and Fitz felt its wrath.
"I'm sorry, it's not my fault." He apologized to his upset stomach.
He was clutching it with the intent to soothe it. That didn't work at all. His stomach continued to curse him out.
"Livvie, are you almost done yet?!" He called out to her from his spot on the couch.
She was in her room getting dressed for the occasion. The occasion was Thanksgiving dinner. Today was Thanksgiving Day. Olivia agreed to join Fitz at his parents' house for an early dinner before she headed over to her own parents' house to celebrate the holiday with her family. Of course, Fitz wouldn't be accompanying her there.
"I'll be out in a minute, Fitz! Hold on!" Olivia huffed annoyed.
Fitz still heard her.
"You said that fifteen minutes ago!" Equally as annoyed.
Both were annoyed at each other for different reasons. Olivia was annoyed at Fitz because he wouldn't stop badgering her about when she was going to be done getting dressed. Fitz was annoyed at Olivia because she was taking her sweet time getting ready, knowing good and damn well he was starving.
It shouldn't take that damn long to put on a dress, Fitz thought to himself.
"Livvie, please." He pleaded, weakly. "I'm dying."
Now he was just being dramatic.
"Would you shut up." Fitz commanded his abdominal pain in the ass.
If it could, his stomach would've been squaring up with him right about now. Since it couldn't, it would unceasingly give Fitz a piece of its mind until he consumed something edible to help alleviate its hunger.
Every Thanksgiving Day, Fitz would starve himself all day. He wanted to reserve as much room in his stomach for the feast his mom always made. This year was no different. However, he never reached this point of despair. Around this time last year, he was munching on all kinds of flavorful Thanksgiving food instead of waiting while Olivia primped herself.
He blamed human nature. He, like every man, did not understand the inner workings of a woman's mind. He couldn't figure out why they took so goddamn long getting dressed. It took Fitz ten minutes to throw on a white button up shirt, a burgundy collared shawl sweater, khaki pants, socks, and a pair of brown dress shoes. It took him five minutes to gel and comb his hair neatly back. If he could spend a total of fifteen minutes sprucing up, how come Olivia couldn't?
Fitz checked the time on his watch. It read… feeding time.
"Livvie!"
"Give me a second, Fitz!"
Well that was progress. Giving her a minute reduced to a second. Fitz sucked in air. Maybe that could help with his lack of food problem. It would have to because it was his only option. He refused to eat. Hold on… actually he did eat today, but what he ate wasn't food. As he was releasing a breath, Olivia finally emerged from her bedroom, causing his breath to get stuck in his throat. Fitz coughed in his hand.
"Are you okay babe?" Olivia rushed to his side as fast as she could in her heels.
Trying to play it off, "Yeah, yeah, I'm good."
Fitz stood up. Olivia took a step back to give him some space.
"How do I look?"
She spun around in a circle, so he could view her outfit from all sides. She and Fitz decided to twin. She wore a long sleeved burgundy collared shawl sweater dress that stopped just above her knees and on her feet, nude lace up heels. Although her dress accentuated all of her curves, it was classy enough to wear to dinner with his parents' and hers. Her ensemble was accessorized by gold studded earrings in her ears and a six row gold tennis bracelet on her right wrist. Her hair framed her face in loose waves.
Fitz's mouth was dry. His brain was a lump of mush. Suddenly he was suffering from aphasia. Coming up with the right words to describe her attire and then saying them was proving to be a great challenge for Fitz. He could do it, but first he needed to pick his jaw up from the ground.
"Uh- uh you look… wow." He stuttered, at a complete loss for words.
Fitz was still hungry, but no longer for food. He had the eye of the tiger. The eye of a predator seconds away from attacking and devouring his prey.
Olivia blushed, "Thanks."
Regaining his ability to formulate language, Fitz whistled and said in his deep velvety voice, "Damn Liv, you looking so fucking sexy."
His eyes dragged slowly down her body. He wanted to commit the gorgeous sight before him to memory. Unbeknownst to him, Olivia had the same dress in white and red heels to go with it, she was going to wear on Christmas Day.
"Let me see your phone."
Olivia held her hand out for it. Fitz reached in his back pocket to get it.
"Why?" He asked, handing it to her.
"I want to take a selfie with you."
She grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom, where a full length mirror was placed in the corner of her room. They stood side by side in front of it, so both of their outfits could be seen.
"Smile."
With a smile to match Fitz's, Olivia snapped several pictures of them. She started to look through them to see which one she liked best, but Fitz wasn't having that. She could do that shit later.
He helped her put on her beige overcoat before they left. They drove separately to his parents' house. Twelve minutes later, both of their vehicles pulled into the driveway. Olivia's nerves were starting to set in. On the ride over, she was surprisingly calm. Her singing along to the radio, served as a distraction. The radio along with her car was now turned off. She couldn't hide out in a bunch lyrics anymore. It was time to face the music.
She watched Fitz get out his car and walk up to hers. She locked the doors, just as he grabbed the handle to hers.
"Baby, open the door." She heard him say through her rolled up window.
Olivia shook her head. Fitz expelled a sigh. His stomach felt like it was about to cave in and he felt like he was about to faint.
"Pleeeeaaasssssse." He begged.
He was desperate. She could see the desperation on his face. Olivia reluctantly relented. Her door flung open the second she pressed unlock.
"Baby, is everything alright? Why'd you lock your doors?"
Olivia was expecting Fitz to ask what her problem was or complain about how cruel she was, but he didn't. He wanted to know how she felt, what was going on in her head.
"I'm nervous." She admitted softly and bowed her head.
"Look at me."
She didn't.
"Liv… look at me."
Nothing.
Fitz guessed if he wanted her to look at him, he would have to go to her instead of trying to convince her to come to him. He squatted down to her level and used his left hand to gently turn her face towards him.
"Hey, I know you're nervous but you have nothing to worry about, okay? You know my parents… somewhat. You know they aren't those kind of people. Livvie, if I thought they would say or do something to hurt you, I wouldn't have brought you here. You know that, right?" She nodded silently. "Okay then, let's go get some grub before I pass out."
Fitz stood back up to his normal height and helped Olivia out of her car. Hand in hand, they walked to the front porch of his parent's house. Without knocking, Fitz walked them right through the door. His mouth instantly watered due to the smell of turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, stuffing, buttered corn, green beans, rice, biscuits, yams, cranberry sauce, and pies filling his nostrils. Fitz left Olivia to take off her own coat as he followed the aromas all the way to the kitchen.
"Hey mom." He greeted her as soon as he stepped foot into the kitchen.
Julianna looked up and smiled at him.
"Hey honey."
Fitz walked up to her and gave her a hug and kiss.
"Happy Thanksgiving, ma."
"Happy Thanksgiving." She returned.
Olivia stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching their exchange. When Fitz pulled back from the hug, his eyes cut to her. He waved her over. Olivia slowly walked over to where he was standing. He wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Mom, you remember Olivia."
"Of course. Happy Thanksgiving. How are you?"
Julianna's smile was sweet and genuine. Olivia could tell because it reached her eyes. The two women hugged.
"Happy Thanksgiving. I'm doing pretty well, can't complain. And you?" Olivia asked as they pulled apart.
"I'm fine dear, thank you."
"Thank you for having me. Everything looks delicious." She gestured to the many dishes of food Fitz was drooling over.
"I love your dress." Julianna admired what she had on. It was then she noticed Olivia and Fitz were dressed alike. "Oh my gosh, you guys look so cute. Look Jerry, they're matching." She said to her husband, who just walked into the kitchen.
Jerry came up next to his wife. "I see. Why?"
"Jerry."
Julianna elbowed him in the side. He winced, but stayed quiet.
"It was Fitz's idea." Olivia started and Julianna finished with her. Both breaking out in laughter afterwards.
"Of course it was."
"How'd you know?" Olivia asked.
Fitz interjected, acknowledging mainly his mother, "Uh, she doesn't need to know that."
"Oh now I really want to know."
Olivia looked up at Fitz with a mischievous grin on her face. She playfully bumped her hip into his.
"I like her." Jerry stated.
She had a sense of humor. He could already see the two of them ganging up on Fitz.
"When Fitz was younger he used to love dressing up exactly like his father. Whatever Jerry had on Fitz had to have on. You know what… I have so pictures of them matching."
"Moooooooom." Fitz groaned.
"Oooh, baby pictures of Fitz. I would love to see them."
"Come on, I have some photo albums in the living room."
Julianna took hold of Olivia's hand and guided her out of the kitchen. Before they escaped, Fitz stopped his them.
"Can't that wait until after we eat?"
"The macaroni isn't quite done yet." Was all Julianna said before she and Olivia left out of the kitchen.
Fitz wanted to cry. He was surrounded by a spread of delectable food and he still had to wait to eat. What the hell?
Jerry put a fatherly hand on his son's shoulder and shared a little word of advice, "It was bound to happen sooner or later, son. It's better to just get it over with now."
He was referring to Olivia seeing Fitz's baby pictures. Jerry patted his shoulder and walked out of the kitchen, joining the women in the living room. Fitz was outnumbered, three to one. He had no other choice than to concede. He did. He wasn't happy about it, but he did. Damn that creamy macaroni and cheese.
Julianna and Olivia sat on one couch together. Fitz sat on the arm of that couch on Olivia's side and Jerry was an island on his recliner.
"Oh my goodness, Fitz!" Olivia enthused, earning an eyeroll from him.
A photo album was opened across her lap. She was looking at a picture of a young Fitz. He couldn't have been no more than five. He was sitting in the driver's seat of his grandfather's Chevelle SS, holding onto the steering wheel and wearing sunglasses too big for his face. The top of the vehicle was down. He was cheesing at whoever took the picture. To Olivia's surprise he had blonde hair.
"Fitz, you didn't tell me you were a blondie when you were a kid!" Olivia looked up at him and continued, "Blonde looks good on you. You should really consider going back to it." She was half joking, half serious.
When she initially met Fitz ten years ago, his hair was lighter. His now chocolate curls were once caramel.
Big Jerry sat in his chair grinning like a fool. His favorite amusement was at the expense of his son. Apparently so was Olivia's. He couldn't wait for the two of them to get closer so they could double team Fitz.
"That's not happening."
Fitz would do just about anything for Olivia. He would even kill for her, but dying his hair blonde… that was where he drew the line.
"Why not?"
"Because if God intended for my hair to be blonde it still would be."
Even his mother, who was a devout Christian, couldn't argue with his logic.
Olivia was about to hit Fitz with a comeback, but he beat her to it, "Just take the loss." He said simply.
Julianna and Olivia continued looking through the photo album, while Fitz and Jerry watched football. Julianna explained every picture in great detail. The last picture in the book was of three guys. She easily recognized teenage Fitz and his father. The other man looked like an older version of both of them. His hair was as white as snow. He sat in a wheelchair. Olivia assumed that was the original Fitzgerald Grant. Sure enough…
"This is Fitz's grandfather, Jerry's dad." Julianna stated, pointing to the man sitting in between standing Fitz and Jerry.
In awe, "The three of them look so much alike."
Olivia couldn't believe the resembles between Fitz, his father, and his grandfather. They were uncanny.
"Right? Those Grant genes are strong, let me tell you. Look."
Julianna motioned for Olivia to look at Fitz and Jerry. They were both sitting alike with their left legs resting on their right knees. Their brows were furrowed in concentration, eyes locked on the television screen. Lips pressed in a thin line. There was no doubt that Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was the biological son of Big Jerry Grant's.
A loud ding echoed through the air. That caught Fitz's attention. He was immediately on his feet, headed for the kitchen. Julianna chased after him.
"Uh no you don't, Fitzgerald. Set the table."
"The table's not set yet? Damn."
"Fitzgerald, language."
Sheepishly, "Sorry."
Fitz walked back into the living room and asked Olivia to help him set the table. It was a difficult task for her to complete because Fitz was incapable of keeping his hands and his lips to himself. She had to reprimand him several times. Jerry helped his wife carry the hot dishes to the dinner table. Once the table was set and the food was placed on it, the foursome took a seat. Jerry sat at the head of table. Julianna sat to his left and Fitz, his right. Olivia sat next to Fitz.
They waited to dig in until after Big Jerry did the honors of saying grace. Fitz wasted no time stuffing his face.
"Fitzgerald, slow down before you get sick." Julianna warned. Unfortunately her warning fell on deaf ears. "Olivia dear, how's the food."
Swallowing the food that was in her mouth, she replied, "It's amazing, Mrs. Grant. I especially love your turkey."
The turkey wasn't too dry. It didn't lack flavor. It was just right. Just the way Olivia liked it.
"Thank you and stop all that Mrs. Grant crap. You can call me Julianna." Olivia nodded. "So Olivia, are you having Thanksgiving dinner with your family as well?" She continued.
She wasn't trying to throw any shade, she was genuinely asking. Olivia wiped her mouth with her napkin.
"I am when I leave here."
"Will Fitz be joining you?" Big Jerry inquired. Fitz interjected, taking a break from eating.
"Uh, no. I'm not."
"So, I take it your family still doesn't know about you two. When are you guys planning on telling them?"
"Dad." Fitz glared at him. "I'm sorry." He whispered to Olivia.
Olivia waved him off. "Don't be, it's fine. That's a fair question." Turning to Big Jerry, "We are but we agreed to wait until after the holidays are over to tell them." She informed his parents.
Fitz's parents accepted her response. Olivia liked and appreciated that about them. They were easy going people. They had worries, issues, flaws, etc, but they didn't sweat the small stuff. They didn't let the little things in life bother them. They weren't hypocrites. They weren't sanctimonious. They didn't stick their noses in other people's business, including their son's. They weren't intolerable nor perfect. They were simply human beings.
The rest of dinner went on without any more tense moments. The conversation flowed easily. Olivia spoke passionately about her work and even showed them some of the photos she had taken and posted on the Right Light's official Instagram page. Julianna told her she would love to hang some of Olivia's portraits around the house. Fitz shocked all of them by suggesting Olivia take photos of his grandpa's car to which Olivia responded:
"I would love to."
After dinner, Fitz helped his mom clear off the table and wash the dishes while Olivia and Jerry retired in the living room.
"You have such a beautiful home." Olivia complimented.
Jerry smiled, "Thanks, but I can't take the credit for the way it's designed. My wife is the one who did all of the decorating, I just paid for it." He quipped and they both chuckled.
"She has great taste."
"Yeah… listen Olivia, Fitz is a good man and I know I'm being bias because he's my son but even if he wasn't I would still tell you the same thing. I'll admit I wasn't thrilled when he told my wife and I you guys were an item, even earlier I still had my reservations but seeing the two of you together here tonight… I understand why my son chose to be with you and why you chose to be with him. I can see it in both of your eyes. He really cares about you."
"And I really care about him." Olivia added.
"I know you do. My wife and I want you to know that we give you our blessings. The only thing we ask is that you don't hurt him. He may not show it but Fitz is a bit insecure. Your sister did a number on him. To be honest with you I didn't think he would ever recover. It's been what… ten years? You're the first woman in ten years he's brought here for us to meet. This is Fitz's first real relationship in ten years. Thank you for helping him move on and healing his broken heart. Fitz wasn't in love with your sister but he did love her. He cared about her."
Jerry could see discussing her sister's past relationship with Fitz made her uncomfortable. Her constant shifting revealed her discomfort. However, he didn't stop there. He needed to get some things off of his chest before he gave her his full approval.
He continued, "I'm only telling you this because Fitz is sensitive and fragile. He has a big heart. I'm asking you… please don't hurt him, Olivia. That boy… the way he looks at you… I've never seen him look at another woman the way he looks at you. He looks at you the same way I look at my wife. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret that Fitz doesn't know about… my wife's parents hated me. They did everything in their power to break us up. They called me every offensive name in the book. They told me their daughter was too good for me and that I wasn't worth the dirt underneath their shoes. As you can see their attempts to break us up failed. Anna, didn't listen to the negativity, she didn't let her parents get between us. She didn't give up on me. She knew my worth and that's all that mattered. When me and Anna met, I was a mechanic and she was an interior designer. She was dating a lawyer. Both of her parents were lawyers so of course they loved him. I was just a struggling mechanic, working in a garage. I didn't have a fancy college degree or a lot of money. Anna's parents thought what I did wasn't a real job just a hobby. Anyway long story short… she dumped the suit for me against her parents' wishes, she married me, we had Fitz, I ended up owning my own garage and thirty-eight years later my marriage still going strong."
"Thirty-eight years? Wow!" Olivia was amazed and impressed.
"The point I'm trying to get at is… don't let your parents or other family members dictate your life. I know they're not going to take the news of you and Fitz being together well and that's okay, that's to be expected. God forbid but if you and Fitz don't work out don't let your family be the reason. I told you I didn't jump at the idea of you and Fitz dating but I also didn't try to dissuade him from being with you. I'm telling you what I told him… as long as you're happy and the person you're with isn't hurting you then that's all that matters."
Olivia absorbed all he had said to her. His words really impacted her. She realized she had a lot to think about. Not right now though. The type of thinking she needed to do was critical and she needed to do it when she was alone, away from all distractions, away from all noises. There was only one thing Olivia could assure him without giving it any thought…
"I won't hurt Fitz. I promise."
Jerry smiled appreciatively and nodded. He believed her and trusted she would keep her word.
Just then, Julianna and Fitz entered the room.
"Honey, Olivia was just saying how beautiful our home was." Jerry said to his wife.
Julianna beamed with pride and joy, "Oh, thank you! I decorated this whole place. I used to be an interior designer so you know I had to design my own home."
"You really do have a lovely home."
"Fitz, why don't you give Olivia a tour?" Big Jerry suggested.
"Sure."
Fitz walked Olivia all throughout his parents' home. Not one room went unshown that included his childhood bedroom where he tried to get something started with her. He almost succeeded. Almost but her phone once again interrupted them. At least, they weren't in the act this time. Olivia's dad called asking if she was going to be there soon. The food was ready, they were just waiting on her to get there so they could eat. Olivia told she was on her way.
Her and Fitz straightened their clothes out and calmed down before they went back downstairs. Olivia hugged both of his parents and wished them each a Happy Thanksgiving before she left. Fitz escorted her to her car. Instead of opening her door for her, he pressed her body up against it. His lips were immediately on hers. Olivia's arms wrapped around his neck. Fitz's hand snaked around her body and palmed each of her luscious globes. They exchanged frantic and open mouthed kisses. Their tongues were sparring. It was only when Fitz slid a hand up her dress, Olivia remembered where they were at. She broke the kiss and pushed Fitz back.
"What's wrong?" He asked out of breath.
"What do you mean what's wrong- we were just making out like two horny teenagers which wouldn't have been a problem if we were standing right outside your parents' house."
"Liv, they're not stupid. They know we're having sex. While I was in the kitchen with my mom, she asked me if we were using protection."
Olivia gasped in horror. Embarrassment burned her face. Fitz laughed at her reaction. She slapped his arm, "That's not funny, Fitz."
He shrugged, "Eh, it kinda is."
"I'm leaving."
Olivia opened the driver's side door of her car. Fitz closed the door once she got in. He knocked on the window and signaled for her to roll down her window.
"What?" Olivia gave him fake attitude.
"Don't 'what' me, give me a kiss." Fitz stuck his head through the window and got what he wanted. "Drive safely."
"I will. I'll text as soon as I get there."
"Okay."
With one more kiss goodbye, Fitz watched Olivia carefully reverse out of his parents' driveway. She waved to him before she drove away. He waved back even though her car was now halfway down the street. When he no longer saw her vehicle, he trekked back into the house.
Oliva was tired. Spending time with her family always took the energy out of her. She loved them, but they always made it hard for her to leave. That was why she was just getting home now. It was around ten when she walked through the door.
"Babe?!"
"Bedroom!"
Fitz yelled from her room. Olivia also gave him a key to her apartment for the same reasons he had given her one to his.
Olivia made her way to her bedroom to find Fitz lying underneath the covers while he watched TV. He looked so hot as he laid there with one arm flexed behind his head. Olivia could tell he was naked. His penis was standing at attention, building a tent. How fitting…
Olivia smirked at him.
"What are you up to?" She asked, shrugging off her coat and hanging it up in her closet.
"Watching TV, waiting for you." Was his response.
Olivia joined him on the bed fully dressed.
"Whatcha watching?"
Fitz turned the TV off. He wasn't watching anything inappropriate nor entertaining. He had important matters to handle with Olivia.
"Nothing interesting. How was Thanksgiving dinner with the family?"
Olivia dragged her index finger down the middle of his bare chest.
"I don't want to talk about those cockblockers."
Fitz arched a brow at her about her family would only put a damper on the mood. She didn't want to think, especially not about the lie she came up with when Gabriella asked why she smelled like Fitz's cologne. She didn't want to talk. She just wanted to feel… Fitz... inside of her… right now. Olivia attempted to get up to disrobe, but Fitz stopped her.
"Don't."
Since she kept him waiting earlier, he was going to make her wait. Since she made him beg, he was going to make her beg. Oh, tonight wasn't about what Fitz wouldn't do, but what he would do. The first on the top of his list was oral.
"Lie on your back."
Fitz got out of bed as Olivia did what she was told. He stood at the foot of the bed looking down at her. She stared up at him in all his man glory waiting for his next command. She didn't have to wait long.
"Take off your panties."
He watched her slip her hands under her dress and lift her hips. She pulled her panties down her legs and kicked them off. Fitz picked them up. They were saturated in her arousal.
"Open your legs."
Olivia complied. Fitz crawled onto the bed and laid flat on his stomach. He draped both of Olivia's legs over his shoulders and pushed the hem of her dress up until it was bunched around her waist. His face hovered mere inches above her womanhood. Using his index and middle fingers he spread her lower lips open, revealing her nectar dripping from her core. He blew a straight line from her opening up to her clit back down to her opening. He did it again, only this time, he used his tongue.
Olivia's hands were on the back of his head, pushing it down. Fitz wasn't budging though. What she wanted, she had to ask for. No, scratch that... she had to beg for it.
"Fitz…" Olivia panted his name out breathlessly.
"What do you want, Livvie? Use your voice."
"You know what I want." She told him matter-of-factly.
"No, I don't. Tell me."
"Fitz." Olivia whined.
Why was he doing this to her? She was a good person. She didn't deserve this. At least that was what she thought.
"Olivia, if you don't use your words how am I supposed to know what you want?"
He had her there, but his valid point was no match for her pride. Fitz just shrugged. If she didn't want to cooperate, he wasn't going to force her to.
"Okay, fine by me."
He moved to get up, but Olivia stopped him with her words.
"No, don't go."
Fitz smirked, "Then tell me what you want, Olivia."
Spring, summer, winter, fall… anytime she wanted it, anytime she needed it, when she had to have it, he would give to her… but she had to be verbal in order to receive it. When he did what he did, he would her make every fantasy come true. Right now, she wanted to be put on his plate so he could feast on her. He could make that happen. All she had to do was say the words.
"I want you to eat my pussy."
That was what he was waiting to hear and certainly did not miss the yearning in her voice. A devilish smile formed across his face. Now it was time to demonstrate his skills. Satisfaction was guaranteed. He wasn't going to make a single mistake because he was the master at sexual stimulation.
Fitz lowered his mouth onto her sex, all the while his eyes stayed locked on hers. Immediately she started to writhe as uncontrollable moans left her mouth. Fitz easily held her down with one hand.
"Is it too much, baby?" He asked, taunting her.
"N-n-no." Olivia barely managed to get out.
"Good."
He hardened his tongue and traced random patterns on her throbbing clit. Olivia tried to squirm away from him, but Fitz was ruthless. She was immobilized under his firm hand. She needed to hold onto something. She gripped the sheets on either side of her. Fitz sucked hard on her swollen pearl. He thoroughly enjoyed the response he received from her.
He didn't give her a second to breathe before he slipped his tongue in her sweet land of milk and honey. He was sure to have a sugar rush when he got done. He swirled his tongue all around her inner walls and darted it in and out. He was literally eating her out or at least that's what it felt like.
Olivia tried to push his head away. As punishment or a reward, however they perceived it, Fitz replaced his tongue with two fingers. His mouth paid her love button more special attention as his fingers worked overtime to bring her to completion. The combination of his gifted mouth and fingers had her senses heightened to the max. Olivia tried to shut her knees, but Fitz pried them open and spread her legs wide on either side of his head. This is what she wanted, right? Again, she had to be more careful what she asked for. Fitz was like a con artist or better yet a genie. He granted her wish, but somehow flipped it on her. Not that she was complaining...
Incoherently, "Fiiiiii… oh m… gknvclfka… don't… st… I'm… FITZZZZZZZZZZZ!"
Her juices flowed out of her like Niagara Falls and Fitz drank every last drop. Fitz wasn't wasting anytime. He kissed up her body all the way up to her lips, so she could taste herself. While they made out, Fitz marinated his dick in her saccharine fluids. Fisting the base of cock, he rubbed it up and down her slit. He eased himself inside of her, relishing in the snug feeling of her tight canal enclosing his penis. Olivia inhaled sharply and her face contorted in pleasure. However, she couldn't allow him to carry on yet.
She grabbed his arms, effectively keeping him still.
"Wait Fitz, I'm still in all of my clothes." She reminded him.
She thought he forgot. How cute.
"I'm aware. I didn't tell you… I'm gonna fuck you with all of your clothes on."
Olivia wanted to protest. However, it wasn't up for debate. Fitz wasn't asking her, he was telling her. She was about to get fucked in different positions while she remained fully clothed. Fitz's movements were slow at first. Each thrust stretched her walls out like elastic. Hearing how much he was pleasing Olivia, encouraged him to go harder and faster. Her mewls could made out from far and wide. There was no doubt he was giving her the best she ever had.
Fitz's back was blazing due to Olivia's nails clawing at it. He was oblivious to the stinging sensation though. The thing buried between Olivia's legs was magical and had a way of numbing the pain.
"You feel so good, Livvie." Fitz murmured in her ear.
"Deeper." She breathed out.
She wanted to feel all of him… okay then… he was going to make her feel it. The only problem was she was so warm and he didn't want to come out.
"Bad girl." He growled.
Fitz got on his knees. He flipped her over on all fours. He nudged Olivia's legs open and pushed his manhood back into her heat after he paused to admire her round backside. He positioned her so her face was down and ass was poked in the air. FUCK! He was deep enough to drown. He hit her from the back, making her feel every inch of him. Fitz had no regards for her pussy. He showed it no mercy as he pounded into it.
Olivia felt him in her belly. It was too much. She reached behind her to push his pelvis away some. In that moment, she lost the privilege to use her hands. With one hand, Fitz restrained both of her arms behind her back as continued to fuck her mercilessly. Suddenly Olivia's legs gave out on her. She fell flat on her stomach. Fitz didn't miss a single beat. He did make an adjustment though. His palms were pressed firmly against the mattress to keep himself up. He watched Olivia's butt bounce every time his lubed shaft pumped in and out of her sacred box.
Both of them were approaching their orgasms. Fitz sat back on his knees and pulled Olivia back up on hers. He gripped her hips as he beat her pussy up. The sounds of moaning, heavy breathing, and sweaty skin smacking together reverberated around the room. Olivia looked back at Fitz.
"That's it… just like that… fuck me daddy!"
She could tell he was close and her dirty words only brought him closer to ecstasy.
"Pound my pussy. It's all yours!" She continued.
Fitz groaned, "Fuuuccckkk!"
He felt her walls clench around him, a sign she was nearing combustion. Fitz gave her his all without letting up. One... two… three… strokes.
"FIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!"
Olivia came, screaming Fitz's name at the top of her lungs. It didn't take long for Fitz to follow suit. He grunted as he exploded inside of her. Olivia felt his dick pulsating as he coated her walls with his cum. Seconds ticked away and neither of them had yet to move. They were content where and how they were. Eventually Fitz slipped his softening length out of Olivia. They fell onto the bed. They needed to catch their breaths before they even thought about doing anything else. Olivia was the first to get up.
"Where are you going?" Fitz asked her.
"To take a shower." Olivia was halfway out the door when she turned back to him. "Aren't you going to join me?" She walked away before he could give her an answer.
Her question wasn't a question at all. It was an invitation, which Fitz gladly accepted. He hopped off the bed and joined her in the shower.
Ding! Ding!
Round two. Fitz didn't know he was supposed to be in his own corner and not in Olivia's, pinning her against the ropes or in their case… the shower wall.
Author's Note: Next chapter there will be drama. I promise. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little stuck. Gabriella will find out about Olivia and Fitz's relationship but how? How do you think or want her to find out? Do you think or want Fitz and Michael to interact, just the two of them? What do you guys think should or want to happen next chapter? I've thought of different scenarios but haven't settled on which ones I want to use so I could use some help. If you have any suggestions let me know on here or on twitter.
I hope you enjoyed!