Smut warning ahead. Carry on ;)
The next morning, Olivia woke up in the comfort of the spacious, warm, luxurious bed. The kind of bed she'd only dreamed of as a kid and as an adult. Her toes flexed slightly, her body stretching and she breathed in deeply. The first thing she smelt was him. Elliot Stabler had a specific scent, something she'd noticed right away when she'd met him. It was a mix of his cologne, his manly body wash as he called it, a hint of sweat (a sign of a man who never stopped working), and somehow just a bit of something that reminded her of burning embers. Made sense she supposed given his job.
She smiled when she felt his arm lock tighter around her, and his lips descended to the back of her neck. He pressed an open-mouth kiss against her skin and she shivered, "Mmm…"
He sighed and nuzzled her closer, his sleepy, deep voice rumbled from his lips, "Morning baby."
She smiled and ran her fingertips along his arm slowly, dancing along his skin, "Morning."
He kissed her neck once more and then the back of her head, his hand resting on her hip to turn her towards him, "We slept in."
Her eyes were still closed and she held on tight to him, "For once in our lives, yes we did."
He laughed and kissed her forehead, "Considering how late we were up last night…"
She laughed when she felt his hands slide down below the sheet to her ass, fisting the smooth bare skin in his large palms, "Only because someone can't seem to keep his hands to himself, ever."
He growled and tilted her head, biting down on her neck, "I can't help it. My girl is sexy as all hell…" He sunk his teeth in harder and she whimpered, "Don't look so good and I won't touch."
She laughed and slid her leg between his, "Fine. I'll let myself go…and then you'll want nothing to do with me."
She went to move away from him but he huffed loudly, grabbing her hips and pinning her under him. She was laughing, already knowing what he was going to say. His eyes dipped down to her bare chest, he couldn't help himself really. He'd been a saint for a year. Kept his eyes and hands respectful but now that she was his, he never wanted to stop looking or touching, "Olivia Margaret Benson…"
She laughed harder, her eyes widening in mock fear, "Ohhh…he used my full name. Must be serious."
He grunted and looked down at her, making sure she was looking him in the eye, "It is serious." He bent his head low and kissed her gently before pulling back, "You are gorgeous. You will always be gorgeous, nothing will change that."
She rolled her eyes and whispered, "If you want me to have one of those babies you keep mentioning it will…"
His hand traveled down her neck, between her breasts, and across her abdomen. When his fingers slipped past her belly button, she sucked in a breath, her stomach caving in and he smiled, "Damn right I want to get you pregnant." Her breathing intensified, her belly rising and falling slightly, "And I can't wait to see your body change and grow to help our child come into this world. You'll be sexy pregnant, and you'll be sexy after." He looked up at her again and saw tears in her eyes, "You'll always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me Liv. Nothing is ever going to change that."
He was quiet as he let her think about his words. Sometimes when she lay with him like this, when she heard him speak to her this way, it all felt like a dream. He didn't seem real. And yet, when she reached out and touched him, his skin was warm, his body hard yet soft, and his heartbeat in his chest. He was real. Very real and he was somehow all hers.
Taking a shaky breath, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "If you say so."
The corners of his lips turned up in a gentle, flirty little smile and he bent down, his muscles bulging as he kissed her, "I say so."
She sighed and pushed him back, making him fall onto his back beside her with a loud huff, "We should get up…get some breakfast, and then hit the slopes."
He reached for her, his hand sliding across her flat belly he mumbled, "I'd rather hit somethin else."
She started to laugh harder as he pulled her flush against his body, "Elliot! We came here to ski too."
"Fuck skiing." He licked his way down her spine and she shivered, her hips rolling as he settled her ass against this cock, "I don't need to do it. But I do need you."
She rocked back and forth against him, teasing him in the way she knew drove him crazy. His already thick, hard cock pulsed against her and she could have taken him then and there. But, sometimes making him wait for it made it even better in the end. She widened her legs, and then flipped over, pinning him below her on the mattress. His eyes were wide, a shade of dark blue she only saw in the bedroom and she smiled down at him.
"You're gonna have to wait for it, Stabler." He pouted and a little whimper left his lips, "We already bought passes and I don't want to waste them." He still stared at her hopefully and she smiled, "But if you're a good boy…I'll let you massage me however you like later. Since I'll probably be so sore…"
He licked his lips slowly and let his eyes travel up her naked torso back to her face, "With just my tongue?"
Her legs clenched on either side of him and she laughed, leaning down to kiss him, "Absolutely."
She wiggled her way off of his lap and hopped off the bed, pulling the blanket with her. He groaned loudly, his hands falling on either side of him and he called out to her, "I'm gonna hold you to that Benson."
He heard her laughing from the bathroom and he glanced down at his still hard cock. He sighed loudly and whispered, "Guess we're gonna have to do what we did for a year without her." He closed his eyes tight and pictured something as horrifying as he could, giving himself to cool down, and eventually, after a long while it worked.
But tonight, she was his and he was going to make her beg for it. Little did he know there would be sex…just ignited by something else, someone else, and the need to prove something to himself and to her.
They'd spent the late morning and most of the afternoon hitting the slopes. Elliot was a lot more confident in his abilities and held back to make her feel more comfortable. But despite her slight awkwardness, he couldn't help but think she was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. Even in her puffy white jacket, blue snow pants, and little beanie, she took his breath away.
He could tell she was done but he wanted to go a few more rounds, he also didn't want to leave her. But, she seemed to read his mind and smiled, pulling him closer, "El…go do a few rounds on your own. I know you want to."
His eyes traveled toward the line to the chair lift to one of the harder runs, "I don't want you to be alone…"
She smiled and leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him, "El, I promise I'm okay. I'm probably just gonna head up to the room and rest." She grabbed his coat and pulled him closer, "I think I need to be ready for later…don't I?"
His lips turned up in a little smirk, he bit down hard on his lip, "Uh huh."
She laughed and kissed him again, "Maybe I'll hit the hot tub…and think all about the dirty things I wanna do with you." She whispered in his ear, "Get myself nice and ready for you."
His hands gripped her hips, "On second thought…I don't know if I should go after all."
She laughed and pushed him away, "Go have fun…but don't break anything. I need you in one piece."
He laughed and stepped back, "Don't have too much fun without me please…"
She shook her head and stepped back, "Never El. Never."
The snow crunched under her feet as she walked back towards the resort and Elliot stood back, watching her intently. Part of him wanted to go after her, but he also wanted to try his hand at a few of the harder trails. He figured he could do a few runs and then join her back in their room for a little fun later on.
Upstairs, Olivia had changed and made herself a cup of coffee. But she still felt frozen. Deciding the hot tub was a good idea, after all, she slipped into one of her bathing suits and then covered herself in a robe. Most people were on the mountain and she figured she'd have a little bit of time to herself to relax. She'd be back around the time that Elliot got back and she had a feeling he wasn't going to let her out of his sights for the rest of the night. And that wasn't so bad the more she thought about it.
She slipped under the warm water, her head resting back against the tiles. Her body hummed under the bubbles and she thought of Elliot, his strong hands, his muscles, his strength that to some might be intimidating, but to her was a turn on beyond belief. She knew he would never hurt her, never use it against her. He was anything but a selfish lover, always making sure to bring her over the edge, again and again if he could. But sometimes she wondered what it would be like if he was a little rougher, a little more dominant, use his strength to make her excited in a way she hadn't ever experienced.
She was so lost in her little day dream, envisioning him pinning her below him, pounding into her until she couldn't take anymore, she hadn't noticed that someone else had entered the hot top. Not until the water splashed slightly near her and she jumped, her body hot from the water and her thoughts. She gasped when she saw the man from the lobby who had been checking her out, "Oh!"
The older man leered at her in a way that made her skin crawl and she slid to the left, not wanting to be very close to him, "We meet again Ms. Benson…"
She slipped below the surface hoping the white bubbles would hide most of her body, "I thought I was alone in here."
He shrugged, "Was heading to my room when I saw you walking towards this way and figured I'd take a chance…glad I did."
Reaching behind her, her hand fell on the towel beside her and she frowned, "Well I think I've had enough of the hot tub for today. I should be going. My boyfriend will be-"
"Your boyfriend is a fool for letting you out of his sight…and letting you walk around in that." He reached out and grabbed her arm.
She yanked it out of his grasp and stumbled as she stood up and climbed out of the hot tub without saying another word. She hated men like him, entitled and thinking they could own women. Part of her wanted to give him a piece of her mind and kick his ass. But more than anything, she wanted to get as far away from him as possible to make sure that this doesn't cause a fight with Elliot.
Elliot had had a blast out on the mountain and was happy he had chosen to get a few more runs in. But now that he was back in the resort, he couldn't wait to get back to Olivia. More importantly, he couldn't wait to get his hands on her. He was standing in the lobby waiting for the elevator smiling to himself as he thought about getting her in bed again. Even after all these months together, he couldn't get enough of her. It only got better and better when it came to her and his mind wandered to those fantasies she'd hinted at on their plane ride here.
The doors dinged and he stepped into the elevator, even more, eager to get back to her. "Hold the elevator."
Elliot turned just in time to see the silver-haired man walking into the small space beside him. He took a deep breath and frowned, he recognized him of course and it seemed that this jerk-off recognized him too. Standing up a little straighter, the man hit the button for his floor and smirked, "Oh…hello again."
Elliot leaned back against the wall, not wanting to talk much, "Hi."
Tucker pointed at him, "Ran into your girl a bit ago." He shook his head, "You're a lucky, lucky man."
Elliot narrowed his eyes at him, "Excuse me?"
He threw a towel over his shoulder and smiled, "She was in the hot tub…looked a little lonely so I went to keep her company since you were nowhere around."
Elliot sucked in a breath and pushed himself off the wall, "My girl as you put it can take care of herself. Doesn't need you or anyone else keeping her company."
"Hm." He stepped back as the doors opened to his floor, "Maybe not. But she looked damn good in that bikini and someone should have been enjoying it."
Elliot went to walk after him but an older couple stepped into the elevator and he didn't want to cause a scene. This Tucker man sneered at him and walked down the hallway, knowing he had struck a nerve. Elliot smiled at the couple, then waited for his floor. Walking towards his room, he tried to keep his emotions in check. But jealousy coursed through his body. He couldn't help it. Not when it came to her. He cracked his neck from side to side as he swiped the key against the lock.
Walking inside, he looked around to see where Olivia was but she was nowhere to be found. He frowned and pulled the hat off his head, "Liv?"
A moment later, she stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed casually, "Hey. Did you have fun?"
His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, "What?" She gave him a strange look and he knew what she meant, suddenly remembering that he had been skiing just a while earlier, "Yeah. It-it was fine." He took a breath, "You went in the hot tub?"
The look on his face told her that he had had a run-in of his own, "I said I was going to…"
"Uh-huh." He walked past her and saw her bathing suit, the skimpy black one hanging from the shower rod, "And you wore that?"
She sighed and turned to him, leaning against the door frame, "Was I supposed to keep my snow pants and parka on?"
He growled and turned back to her, "I'd have preferred it."
She sighed and stepped into the bedroom, "Elliot…"
"I don't fucking like that he saw you looking like that." He spat out at her, "Him of all people."
She turned back towards him and sat down on the edge of the bed, "It's not like I invited him to come with me?"
His eyes went wide, his hands on his hips, "Well I sure as hell would hope not!"
Pulling her legs up onto the bed, she frowned, "Look I'm sorry that-"
"Were you gonna tell me?" He cut her off quickly and she looked confused, "Would you have told me you saw him? If I hadn't run into him…"
She frowned and sat up a little straighter, "Yes El. I was going to tell you. I knew you'd be upset but I was going to tell you because I wouldn't keep things like that from you. And I can't believe you would even ask me that. We don't keep secrets from each other."
His shoulders relaxed slightly, "I'm…sorry. You're right. I know we don't…and I know you wouldn't have done that. I'm just…" His fingers twitched slightly, "I just don't like that guy."
Smiling softly, she let her feet drop to the floor before pushing herself off the bed. Walking towards him, she stood up on her tiptoes and let her fingers dance along his strong arms before locking her hands around his neck, "Yeah well…neither do I."
He grumbled and let his hands settle on her hips, mumbling angrily, "Tucker, Tucker, the Mother fucker…"
She laughed and pulled him even closer, "Elliot…"
He huffed and looked down at her, "He touch you?"
Her cheeks flushed slightly and she whispered, "My arm…" He tensed and she held on tighter, "But I left after that. Nothing happened El. And nothing ever would." She nuzzled the side of his face gently and he shivered letting her know he was softening, "Let him dream El…I'm all yours."
He rolled his eyes, "I don't want him to dream. Not him, not anyone."
Sighing, she settled back on the balls of her feet, "Can we please not let this ruin the trip? We were having a great time…and he's not worth us fighting over."
He saw the slight worry in her eyes and he frowned, knowing she was right. He didn't want to upset her but he also still felt irritated by the situation. Running a hand over his face he sighed realizing they had limited time here as it was. Starting an argument over someone as insignificant as that man wasn't going to be using their time wisely. "Alright. Fine…you're right. I don't have to like him though."
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him, "Well neither do I. But…let's forget about him, okay? Are you hungry? You must be…you've been on the slopes for hours."
He put a hand on his stomach and shrugged, "I could definitely go for a bite."
"Okay, then why don't we go to that bar across the street. Get some drinks and some food…relax a little." She pulled at the collar of his shirt, "And then we can come back here and you can have your way with me…"
He laughed against her lips as they walked backward, "Oh really?"
"You promised me a massage." She wiggled her eyebrows, "I believe you even said only with your tongue…"
He smirked at her and fisted her ass in his large hands, "Damn right I did."
She pecked his lips and pulled back, "Then go get ready so we can get back here quicker. I'm so sore…" She pouted playfully.
He laughed when she pushed him back thinking she hadn't quite played fair. But for now, all thoughts of Tucker, Tucker the Mother Fucker were displaced from his mind. He had more important matters to attend to. Or so he thought.
An hour later, they were settled at the bar with drinks and food. Elliot already felt better. It was one of those little hole-in-the-wall places that seemed like everyone knew everyone. And if they didn't know you, they acted like they knew you and welcomed you with open arms. Elliot was feeling a little bit tipsy and Olivia's cheeks were crimson red, a sign that the beer was going to her head. She looked sexy as all hell in her leggings and white sweater, flowing hair, and minimal make-up.
He sighed and leaned forward, "I have to pee but I'm afraid to leave you here alone."
She laughed and kissed the corner of his lips, "I'm a big girl babe. I can take care of myself. I promise. Go." She slipped off her stool, "Want one more before we go?"
She swayed her hips from side to side as she moved and his cock twitched beneath the denim of his jeans, "Mmm…one more."
Her eyes sparkled as she stepped back and he shook his head, pulling himself away from her reluctantly. She laughed to herself as she walked to the bar and waited her turn. It was crowded and a bit loud, so she pressed up on her toes, leaned against the bar, and called out to the bartender, "Two more, please. And then we'll close out the tab."
The bartender nodded and moved to grab glasses just as someone slid in beside her, "These frequent meetings make me think you are following me…"
Olivia's head snapped up at the sound of his voice and she huffed, "Seriously?"
He shrugged and tipped his beer towards her, "All alone again I see."
"Elliot's just in the bathroom." She moved away from her, her back sliding along the bar, "He'll be back in a minute."
Tucker placed his beer down on the bar and smiled, "Where are you from?"
Olivia saw Elliot walking toward them and she reached for her beers, "Nowhere that concerns you."
She pushed past him but not before Elliot saw him standing behind her, "This son of a bitch again?"
She sighed and tried to stand in front of him, "El…don't. He's not worth it. Let's just finish our drinks and-"
But Tucker cut her off, "Nice to see you again."
Elliot's jaw cracked, he stood up straighter, "Are you really that fucking stupid?"
Olivia put the beers down and pushed against his strong chest, "Babe, come on. Don't."
He looked right over Olivia's head though and glared at Tucker, "You can't take a fucking hint that she's spoken for?"
"How would I know she's taken when every time I run into her she's all by herself." He said with a shrug, "Maybe you should stop leaving her all alone if you don't want men hitting on her."
"She's a grown-ass woman who can take care of herself." He sneered, "But yeah, she is taken. So turn around, walk away and leave her the hell alone for the rest of this trip."
Olivia could feel the anger rolling off of him in waves and she sighed, holding him steady, "Elliot…look at me."
Tucker took a sip of his beer and eyed him, "Got quite a temper on you there Elliot."
"Only when I have to deal with assholes like you." He stepped forward but Olivia blocked his path again, "Why are you still here?"
Tucker smirked at Elliot, loving that he was getting a rise out of him before he turned back to Olivia, "When you finally realize you could do better…I'm in room 307. Stop by anytime."
He went to walk away but before Olivia could even stop him, Elliot grabbed his arm and cocked his fist back, "You fucking prick-"
Tucker was quicker than he expected though and he punched Elliot square in the stomach making him bend over. The room gasped around them and Olivia jumped, "Elliot!"
Elliot let out a strangled breath, then stood up, lunging forward. The little table with their beers on them began to sway side to side, the beers sloshing around, spilling onto the floor. The two of them were locked in on each other, Elliot had him in a chokehold, both of their bodies bent forward. People from all over the bar were watching, some of them cheering them on, others looking horrified, none more than Olivia, "Elliot stop it!"
But he didn't listen, still so caught up in his anger and jealousy as the two of them wrestled for control. "You stay the fuck away from her!"
Tucker gasped for breath, "W-Why don't you let her m-make her own choices."
Elliot squeezed him harder, "I do. I always have and I always will."
"Elliot." Olivia tugged on his arm but she stumbled backward, slipping in the beer on the floor, "Elliot let him go!"
The man behind the bar and two others approached them, "Alright, alright! Break it up!"
Someone grabbed them each pulling them back, Tucker tried to break free but in the process slammed into Olivia. She started to fall backward, the remainder of the beer spilling all over her white sweater. She gasped and slipped on the wet floor again. Elliot grasped her bicep, "Olivia-"
She straightened herself up and looked at her boyfriend and then the man who had ruined a perfectly good evening, "You stay away from me."
Tucker saw the look on her face and could tell she meant business. He stepped back awkwardly and she brushed past him, yanking her arm free from Elliot. He stumbled slightly as he watched her go and then turned to look at Tucker once more. Glaring at him, he grabbed Olivia's forgotten coat and his wallet before tearing after her. The bar was only just across the street from the resort so she hadn't made it far. He saw her stepping into the lobby of the hotel just as he dashed across the road, darting a quick-moving car.
She was already in the elevator, he didn't bother calling out to her because she saw him. Glaring, she slammed her finger on the button making the doors shut and he sighed, turning to the left he ran towards the stairs. By the time he made it to their floor, he was huffing and puffing but managed to get to the room just as she was about to slam the door. He shoved his body through the crack just in time, keeping it from shutting. "Olivia-"
"Fighting in a bar? Really?" She reached for a towel, blotting at her soaked sweater uselessly, "Are you kidding me, Elliot? What are we, teenagers?"
He tossed her jacket and his keys towards the sofa in the corner, "Olivia, what did you expect me to do? Ignore him? He was all over you. Again." His hands settled on his hips and he glared at her, "He's lucky I didn't break his fucking nose."
She ran a hand through her hair and then lifted the sweater, standing there in leggings and her bra, "I understand why you're upset but I don't fucking want him. So why couldn't you just let it go?"
"It's the principal of the matter." He said sternly, "He had to know you are taken. That you're mine and he couldn't just keep showing up like that."
"God, you're a possessive son of a bitch." She said with a shake of her head, "You could have been arrested, Elliot. And then our trip would have been over." She looked over at him quickly, "I planned this trip so we could spend time together. Not so I could bail you out over some jerk off who can't take a fucking hint."
He narrowed his eyes on her, "I know that. And I wasn't thrilled about this development either but I'm not gonna stand aside, ever, if some guy is hitting on my girlfriend. And quite frankly, I think if the tables were turned you would be just as angry as I am."
She looked back at him as she kicked off her boots, "Elliot…just drop it."
"You'd be okay with some woman hanging all over me? Inviting me to her room?" He added, "Should I go down to the bar and find some random-"
Her head snapped up and she huffed, "Oh grow up Elliot."
He sneered angrily and turned to the left, "I'm going for a walk."
She laughed and mumbled, "What are you gonna do, go to room 307 and knock him out cold?"
"I'd sure as hell like to." He grabbed the ice bucket at the last minute, needing a destination or distraction.
She sighed and looked after him, "Elliot…just-"
"No. I need air." He said and grabbed the door, "Just…stay…here." He huffed and turned the doorknob, "Or do whatever the hell you want. It's your life Liv."
He walked out, slamming the door behind him and she sighed, hanging her head. She was frustrated, she wouldn't lie. The fighting in the bar had bothered her, more because she didn't want him to get hurt or in trouble. But while part of her was irritated that he didn't seem to trust her, she knew deep down it was more than that. And quite frankly he was right. If the roles were reversed, she would have ripped the other girl's eyes out. Elliot was a proud man. A man who felt the need to mark his territory. And after a year of waiting for her, maybe he was still a bit insecure about his place in her life. Maybe he worried she could easily be taken away from him by some other man.
Maybe he needed a reminder that he was the only man for her. And damn it all to hell, she had to admit that the jealousy, the possessiveness over her was actually…a huge fucking turn on. She shivered slightly thinking once again about his strength and the way he all but manhandled Tucker all because of her. To know he wanted her, loved her, needed her that badly sent a jolt of desire through her body that she couldn't deny. Looking around the bedroom of the suite, her eyes landed on his suitcase. The very suitcase that they'd packed a few items in just for this trip and she had a feeling it was time to put them to good use. To prove to him once and for all she was his and only his.
Elliot paced the hallway up and down, the ice bucket at his side. He wasn't mad at her. He had no reason to be. But he was frustrated, and yes he was jealous. Anytime another man even looked at Olivia that jealousy coursed through him full force. He was a possessive man, who liked to protect what was his. But it had never been as full force, as strong and intense as it was when it came to Olivia.
From the moment he met her he felt a connection he couldn't explain. He felt this insane need to protect her, to be beside her, to let the world know that he loved her and only her. He'd spent a year loving her from afar, though his feelings were clear to her, the world didn't know. Any man could have swooped in and taken her from him. And now that she was finally his, he realized he was afraid to lose her. Afraid that another man could show up, give her something he couldn't. What if after all this time he'd been the one that helped break her walls down but not the one she wanted forever?
He huffed and walked into the little alcove where the ice maker was. He pressed the button and the ice pinged against the bottom of the container, his jaw clenched and cracked along with the noise. He closed his eyes and pictured Olivia in her bikini, pictured Tucker leering at her, touching her, pictured her smiling at him, leaning in. Slamming the top of the container on, he turned back to the hotel room, reminding himself that he needed to calm the fuck down.
He didn't want to fight. Didn't want to upset her. But he was upset, he couldn't deny it. And yeah, maybe it showed he was a little insecure but he couldn't fucking help it. Swiping his key across the door lock again, he stepped inside, looking down, the ice bucket at his hip.
He took a rattling breath and moved further into the room, "Liv? I uh-" He lifted his head as he spoke, and his breath got caught in his throat.
Olivia was kneeling on the end of the bed looking sexy as all hell. She had on new lingerie, black with a white lace underlay underneath. It was a matching bra and panty set, barely covering her ass and pussy. The top pushed her breasts up, the line of the lace just above her nipple. Her hair was down, wavy, cascading down her shoulders. She smiled sheepishly at him and ran her fingers up and down her thighs, "I'm glad you came back."
Elliot cleared his throat and walked further into the room, "Liv…"
She sat up a little straighter, exposing even more of her skin, "You still mad at me?"
His fingers anxiously tapped on the ice bucket, he puffed his chest out and mumbled, "I wasn't mad at you…"
Tilting her head to the side she whispered, "You sure?"
He quickly put the bucket down on the table beside him and answered, "Wasn't you I was mad at…"
She nodded slowly and let her fingers slide up and down her abdomen, "Elliot…"
His eyes roamed over her body, all smooth skin, and curves, "God you are so fucking sexy…"
The roughness of his voice sent a shiver down her spine and a jolt of desire straight to her pussy, she squirmed on the bed and whispered, "For the record…the only person I want thinking that is you." He stood up a little straighter and she looked straight at him, "I don't want anyone looking at me. Not Tucker…not any other man. Only you Elliot. I'm yours and only yours."
He swallowed the lump in his throat and he took another step towards her, "Liv…"
"And if I have to prove it to you…I will." The corner of her lips turned up in a little smile, "In any way I need to."
Her eyes looked over to the spot beside her on the bed, where his ties laid out along the mattress. He raised an eyebrow and he sucked in his lip, "Liv…"
She smiled and slowly stood up, her long legs making him shudder, she reached for one of the ties and walked towards him, "The only man I want is you." Her voice was soft, but low and he tried to breathe normally as she stepped all the way up to him. He sucked in a breath as she pushed up on her toes and touched her lips to his neck, "The only man I want to look at me…to touch me…" She bit down on the sensitive spot below his neck and he groaned, "To fuck me…is you. You and only you."
One of his large hands reached out, his fingers wrapping around her slender hip, holding on tight, "Jesus Christ…"
She took his free hand and wrapped his tie around it, "I'm yours Elliot Stabler. And you can do whatever you want with me."
His cock strained in his jeans, to the point where it was painful and he needed some sort of release. Licking his lips, he ran his finger along the satin of the tie and eyed her up and down, "Really?"
She cocked her head to the side and leaned into him, her full breasts pushing against his chest, "Really."
He took another shaky breath and stepped back, catching her off guard. But he gave her a little shake of his head letting her know he wasn't going anywhere. She stood there, tall, sexy, overwhelmingly perfect to him and he felt the kind of need that only she could bring out in him. His whole body hummed with arousal and desire. His mind wandered to all the things he'd like to do. He clutched that tie tighter and he saw her inhale sharply. Her skin was flushed, a coy little smile on her lips as she watched him. He started to walk around her in a circle, not leaving an inch of her body unlooked at.
He let the silk of the tie run along her spine and she shivered, she bounced slightly, shifting her weight from side to side. And he knew she was turned on. Under those barely-there lace panties, she had to be wet. But he wanted to see just how wet he could make her. Standing behind her, he reached for one of her hands, pulling it behind her back, "You want Tucker, Olivia?"
He reached for her other hand, crossing it with the left one already behind her back, "No."
Slowly, he began to wrap the tie around her wrists, the silk rubbing along her smooth skin, "You sure about that?"
He pulled a little tighter, the fabric biting into her skin and she stood up straighter, pushing her ass back against him. She felt his cock straining, felt his body, hard, hot, desperate to be touched, "God no Elliot…I want you. Only you."
He stood behind her, nudging her hair aside and whispering in her ear, "I want you to prove it."
She moaned softly knowing she was getting through to him. Knowing he knew she meant it. But this little game could be fun for both of them. She was about to see a side to Elliot Stabler she'd been dreaming about. And in the process, he'd realize he had absolutely nothing to worry about.
He pulled the tie tighter on her wrists and she panted loudly, one of his hands fisted her hair, pulling on it, he growled in her ear, "On your knees."
She whimpered slightly, feeling the ache between her legs, her clit throbbing, begging to be touched. But with her hands tied up, she knew she was going to have to wait. But knowing Elliot, he'd make the wait well worth it. Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground on her knees, still with her back to him. But she knew he'd move, he threaded his fingers through her hair and walked around her once more, standing in front of her. From this angle, he looked even bigger, stronger, more domineering and she rocked her hips, desperate for some sort of friction but it was useless.
He smiled down at her, knowing she was already in desperate need of being touched. He lifted his hand, let his finger slide down the side of her cheek and whispered, "Don't worry baby…I'll get you there. But first…" He reached for his belt buckle and began to pull it open, "First you need to prove I'm the only man you want."
She licked her lips, her eyes growing darker by the second as he pulled his rock-hard cock from the confines of his jeans. It sprang free and she moaned softly looking at it as if it was the first time all over again. Without her hands, she felt slightly unsure but he smirked down at her and whispered, "Lick it."
She smiled up at him and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of him. She tasted the drop of precum already leaking from him and she sighed, her hot breath making his cock twitch again. She smiled as she opened her mouth wider, sliding her tongue out she licked along the slit slowly, "Elliot…"
His head fell back slightly for a moment as his hand wrapped around the base of him, "Fuck Liv…"
She scooted closer, her hands awkwardly held behind her, "So big baby…" She groaned loudly and sucked the head of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him, "Mine."
He grunted at the last word and pushed his hips forward slightly, "Say it again."
She pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, opening her mouth wider to him, "Mine." She saw his teeth clench, "My cock…my man…the only one I want."
He hummed his approval and reached for the back of her head, "That's right…"
She moved her head forward just as he began to thrust slowly at first into her mouth. She whimpered around the length of him, his whole cock filling her mouth. Her eyes began to water slightly but she didn't flinch, didn't pull away. He held her hair back as he began to fuck into her mouth, knowing that without her hands, she needed a little help. But damn he didn't care, because looking at her below him, her hands tied behind her back, all dressed up just for him, his cock in that tight little warm mouth of hers, he thought he might die right here, "Jesus Olivia…fuck…"
She gaged slightly as he hit the back of her throat but she gathered herself when he pulled back, letting her take a breath, "I want to taste it, Elliot…"
His mouth fell open slightly and he pushed forward again, the tip of him running along her lips, "That's what you want?" She nodded slowly as she bobbed her head up and down the tip of him, "Open your mouth wider baby…" He smiled as she did what she was told and he hummed his approval, "That's my girl…" He eased himself back in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat as he made slow shallow thrusts, already feeling himself coming undone, "Fuck Liv…just like that…"
She settled back on her heels again, feeling the wetness seep down her inner thighs. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to please him in every way possible. Him and only him. And then she wanted him to taste her, to touch her, to do all the things that only he had ever been able to do, to make her feel the kinds of pleasure that only he knew how. She whined around him as he moved faster, knowing that even if he finished now, he'd be more than ready for her again in no time.
His jaw clenched again, grinding his teeth as he watched himself fuck her mouth. They'd had passionate sex, rough, but this was different and he knew it. Part of him was scared to hurt her, and yet she was looking at him like she wanted to devour him. Like she'd never been so excited in all her life. And he knew that she would tell him if it was too much. When they'd discussed this trip, exploring new sides of their sex life, they'd made an agreement to be open and honest with each other. And if someone said stop, they'd stop, no questions asked. He'd meant that. But she wasn't asking him to stop, the noises she was making, the look on her face, and the way her body moved was all begging him for more.
He was panting hard as he moved in and out of her, hitting the back of her throat with every few strokes. He saw her hips wiggling, and he imagined how wet her pussy would be by now. He couldn't wait to fucking taste her. The thought alone sent him into overdrive and he moved faster, needing release so he could touch her, making her scream his name again and again. A bead of sweat fell from his neck and he thrust forward again, her cheeks flushing as he filled her, "Fuck…Olivia…are you sure–" She just nodded around him and he grunted again, his balls tightening as he exploded inside of her mouth.
She barely flinched, taking him, all of him as it burned the back of her throat. She moaned around him, smiling and proud of herself for bringing him there with nothing but her mouth. She swallowed, once, twice, three times tasting the saltiness of him all the way down her throat. Pulling back, she took a breath and licked her lips "Damn El…"
His chest rose and fell and his slightly limp cock twitched again as it fell from her lips, letting her know that he still wanted her. She leaned back on her heels, smiling up at him innocently, but there was nothing innocent about the look she was giving him. He knew she would be unsteady, so he reached out for her, grasping her biceps he pulled up and she gasped, "Go over to the bed."
She bit down hard on her lip and looked at the curve of his strong jaw, "What are you going to do to me?"
He chuckled low, fisting his cock again, still wet from her mouth, "Everything…"
She shivered with anticipation and felt him turning her again, he surprised her when he untied one wrist, "What are you-"
He nudged her forward, moving her towards one of the corners of the bed with the sturdy wooden poles making up the four-poster bed, "Shh…"
She moved with him, so desperate, so willing to do anything he said as long as it meant getting some release. She had never in all her life been this excited, this wet. Part of her felt like she should be embarrassed, worried about when he touched her, what he would think when he felt her soaking. And yet, she had a funny feeling he was going to be damn proud of himself for it. She felt dizzy with anticipation as he stood her beside the bed and nudged her forward, "Lie down."
She looked over at him, her mind wandering to a million different places, "What?"
He smirked knowing she wasn't thinking straight and he was going to have to help her. Fine by him he thought. Quickly, he lifted her and she gasped, her legs wrapping around him as he laid her out on the bed. His shirt had ridden up along his abdomen and he could feel her arousal on his belly making him groan. Her cheeks flushed but he laid her out on the bed and reached for her hands, "We aren't done with these."
She watched in fascination as he reached for a second tie and used both of them to wrap around her wrists. Then he lifted her hands above her head and began to tie the ends to the pole behind her. Her breath rose and fell, her chest heaving, her back arched up, her breasts straining against the material of her bra, "Elliot…"
He leaned back on his heels once he knew she wasn't going anywhere. He licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he took her in, all of her, and whispered, "Look at you…" Her legs trembled slightly and he smiled, "A little excited are you Benson?"
She swallowed the large lump in her throat, still tasting him in her mouth, "Y-yes."
He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his body in one movement, leaving his muscles on full display for her, "You wet for me, baby?" She whimpered, her hands tugging slightly on her restraints, "Did you like sucking my cock?" She nodded slowly, seemingly unable to form words, "Oh no…you're gonna have to do better than that if you want me to touch you."
She whimpered again when she felt him crawl off the bed, "Wh-where are you going?"
He smiled and leaned over her, pressing an open mouth kiss between the valley of her breasts, "You seem a little hot…think you might need to cool down a bit."
Turning her head to the side, she watched him walk back towards the table by the door, reaching for the ice bucket. She shivered at the thought and yet a jolt of adrenaline and excitement passed through her body, her thighs clenched together when she felt herself dripping even more, "Oh fuck…"
He laughed and walked back over to her on the bed. Placing the bucket down beside her, he once again let his eyes roam up and down over her body. He watched it jump excitedly and excitement once again filled his body, arousal pulling at his cock, "God damn look at my girl…"
She whined again, pulling at the ties, suddenly hating herself for suggesting this. She needed to touch him, or if he wasn't going to touch her, she needed to touch herself. Because if one of them didn't touch her pussy soon, she was pretty sure she was going to combust. She took a shaky breath, feeling her body tremble uncontrollably and he hadn't even touched her yet, "Please…"
He hummed his approval at his words and knocked the top of the ice bucket off, dipping his hand in to take out an ice cube, "Hm…look at my girl all dressed up for me. Laid out on this bed…totally at my mercy." He lowered the ice cube to her lips and she inhaled sharply as he ran it along her lower lip, "Wanting to prove to me she only wants me. Isn't that right Olivia?"
She pulled harder on the restraints on her wrists and arched her back higher as the ice lowered along her jaw, "Yes. Just you baby. Please…please I need you to touch me."
He hummed low in his throat again and slid the ice cube along her neck, across her chest watching as it left a trail of water in its path, "Your skin is so hot…" He leaned forward, letting his tongue trail along the same path as he pushed her bra down below her nipple, rolling the ice cube around the tight bud making her cry out, "Shh…I got you baby. I got you."
She whimpered again as she watched his mouth follow the path still, his warm tongue rolling across her stiff, cold nipple, "Oh fuck…"
He laughed against her breast, pulling more of it into his mouth eagerly. "I'm gonna ask you again Olivia…" He kept his mouth over her breast, but moved his hand down, the ice growing smaller and smaller as it slid across her belly and across the waistband of her panties, "Are you wet for me?" She whimpered even louder and he wrapped his teeth around her nipple, tugging gently as he whispered, "Tell me. Say it Olivia. Tell me how wet you are just for me. Tell me how excited you are for me to touch you…me and only me."
"Oh fuck…oh Elliot please." She begged again, "Please baby…I'm so fucking wet. I can feel it…I need you-I need you to touch me."
He let his hand slide slower, he used his strong hand to push her legs apart and ran the ice along her inner thigh. It was leaving another trail of melted ice, but he smiled when he realized her thighs were already wet from her arousal. "Damn…" He flicked his tongue across her nipple and whispered, "What do you want Liv? How do you want me to touch you?"
She rolled her head side to side, her hips moving back and forth too, "Any way you want…please…please just touch me…I'm begging El. Mouth. Fingers. Cock…whatever you want. Please…"
Licking his lips, he couldn't wait any longer to taste her. Lifting the ice, he put it in his mouth, cracking his teeth around it slightly and she shivered. Adjusting his position on the bed, he settled between her legs and reached for either side of her lace panties, pulling the flimsy, soaking material down over her hips but he kept his eyes on her. "I'm gonna make you come so hard you won't ever think about another man but me…" He watched her suck in a breath as his large hand covered her belly, "Do you hear me Olivia?" She nodded slowly and he shook his head, pushing down harder on her stomach, "I said, do you hear me?"
She gasped and nodded quickly, 'Yes. Yes, baby. I hear you."
He took her panties, lifted them to his face, and twisted the material around his fingers, inhaling deeply, "Mmm…good." He flung the material to the side of the bed and whispered, "Open your legs and show me how wet you are Olivia…"
Her legs fell open again, as wide as they could possibly go and he let his eyes travel down across her body to her bare pussy. The sound that came from his chest could have made her come without even being touched. It was primal, animalistic, wild and unlike anything she'd ever heard and she was more than sure he'd never made the sound himself. That alone made her want him more, "Elliot…"
He fisted his cock with one hand, tugging slightly and her eyes went wide as she watched him. Then he reached out to grab another ice cube. He licked it to smooth the roughness away and lowered it to the apex of her thighs. Her belly quivered and he smiled, running along her outer lips watching it begin to melt instantly. Bending lower, he ran his tongue along the same lines as the ice, inhaling the sweet smell of her, "Fuck my girl is turned on…you like this huh? You like me being in control? Taking charge of what's mine?" He let his tongue peek out and flick the little bundle of nerves swollen and aching to be touched and she cried out, "Yeah…you do. You fucking love it."
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he ran the ice cube along her clit, "Oh fuck-fuck-fuck."
He laughed, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, "You need to come don't you?" Her legs shook and he ran his fingers up and down her flat belly, "You need release…you're desperate for it. But who's the only one that can touch you this way? Whose the only one that can get you off from now on Olivia?"
His lips wrapped around her again, pulling her clit further into his mouth. She screamed loudly, wanting to grab his head and hold him in place, "You! Oh God Elliot…you! Only you. Please…p-please!"
Flattening his tongue, he licked her up and down, her juices filling his mouth and he smiled, "Say it again. Who do you belong to Olivia?"
She pushed her ass into the mattress and lifted her belly, "Yo-you. You baby…please. I only want you. Your fingers, your cock…your m-mouth. Always."
Pressing his hand into her belly again, he pushed her back down, taking pity on her. He dropped the ice to bed, not caring if it melted because the sheets were already wet from her. He covered her clit and the top of her pussy with his mouth again and teased her opening with the tips of his fingers. "Good girl."
Before she could say anything else, he plunged his middle finger inside of her, as far as he could as he lapped at her like she was his last meal. Her legs fell slack and her heart stopped as he started pumping his fingers in and out of her, "Shit-shit-oh-oh oh my God!"
He smiled, curling his finger up before adding a second, thrusting in and out of her with reckless abandon. She was dripping down her thighs, her need for him urging him on. He wanted to make her weak, wanted to make her forget about any man who had touched her before and any man who would want to touch her in the future. Kneeling between her legs, he pushed down on her belly as he fingered her hard, the sound of her arousal making him harder by the second as he continued to lick her clit, "You want to come…I know you do. I know you do Olivia…" He tugged on her clit with his teeth and she started shaking uncontrollably, "Let go. Feel it…and let go."
Her head fell back and the ties on her wrists dug into her skin, "Elliot! Elliot! Fuck!"
He felt her walls tighten around his fingers, pulling him closer, her clit pulsing, throbbing at his touch but he didn't let up, "That's it…come on…"
She was writhing below him, shaking, screaming, sweat sliding down her body, her hair sticking to the back of her neck. She lowered her head realizing he was going to try and get her off again. She could barely breathe as he slowed only for a moment, before plunging his fingers back in, "Oh-oh my God. Elliot. I-I can't-"
He smiled as he lay his cheek against her tight, "Yes, you can. And you will."
Her breasts pushed against the fabric of her bra, the lace scraping against her nipples. The fire in her belly ignited again and she felt like her soul was leaving her body. She'd never felt this intense pleasure and just a little bit of pain that she welcomed all at once. She could hear him urging her on, but her eyes shut tight and she gave in to all her other senses. The heat of his body, the still cool path from the ice, the feeling of his thick, rough fingers slamming into her pussy, again and again, his long tongue swirling around her clit as his deep voice called out to her. She'd never imagined she'd like this feeling of being out of control, this feeling of intense pleasure she'd only read about.
She prided herself on being independent, the kind of woman that didn't need a man. But more than that, the kind of woman who would never bow down to a man. But when it came to him, she could have it all. Her freedom and her sexuality, the ability to live out her wildest fantasies because she trusted him and only him. Wanted him and only him. Her whole body shook uncontrollably, she could barely make a sound, no words left her lips. She felt it, right there, a second orgasm as he thrust a third finger inside of her and she broke, mumbling, screaming in a way he'd never heard before.
He smiled around her clit, feeling her quiver around his body and he couldn't wait to bury his cock inside of her and get her off again. He leaned back on his heels and pushed back, his fingers sliding out of her with a pop, completely covered in her release. He sighed and started kissing his way up her body again, "Breathe Liv…"
She whimpered and pressed her breasts against him, "El-El-Elliot-I-"
He pressed his lips against the pulse point of her neck, "Shhhh…shh baby…" Her left leg wrapped around his waist, "I'm not done with you yet…I need you to breathe."
She bit down on his shoulder and tugged at her hands again, "You can't possibly make me come again."
He laughed and rocked the tip of him against her, making her shudder once more, "Sure I can." He ran the tip across her clit and she jumped, "Because this is my pussy isn't it Olivia?" She sighed happily and he smirked, "My pussy…my girl…mine and mine alone. You belong to me."
She wrapped her other leg around his hip, pulling him closer. She felt weak yet still wanted him desperately, damn him. "Yes. I'm yours Elliot. Yours and only yours. I promise you, baby. I promise."
He gripped her hip and squeezed gently, "You want me to fuck you? You want my cock?" She nodded slowly, "Say it. Say it, Olivia. I want to hear it."
She locked her ankles behind his back, "I want you, Elliot. I want your cock…please. Please fuck me."
He tilted her head back with his hand, wrapping his fingers around her throat, "This is your cock, Olivia. Just like you are mine…I am yours. You want something…you come to me. And only me." He slid the tip of his cock inside of her and she tensed, "Mine." He growled again.
His hand held her neck firmer and she thrust against him, pulling him further inside of her, "Mine." She whimpered back.
He smiled down at her and thrust deep, harder, making her breath catch in her throat, "Fuck you feel so good wrapped around me…" She moaned loudly and he held her harder, "So tight…so wet…all for me."
She pulled at her restraints, "Elliot…I can't…I need to touch you. Please…"
His eyes glanced up to her arms watching as she tugged hard, watching the silk bite into her skin, "This was your idea you know…"
She shook her head and held him tighter with her thighs, "Fuck my idea…I need to fucking touch you."
He laughed and let go of her neck, pulling at the ties, "I can't argue with that."
As soon as her hands were free, she grasped each side of his face, pulling him closer. He groaned into her mouth as her tongue pushed through his lips, dueling for control. His hips slammed forward, again and again, and the sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the large room. She slid one hand down his neck, across his shoulder, and under his arm, her nails digging into his spine as he fucked into her, "Yes! Yes, Elliot! Fuck! Don't stop." She panted against his lips.
He groaned loudly, adjusting his position, thrusting so hard he felt her back walls, felt her pussy pulse around him, "Jesus Christ Olivia…"
She dug the tips of her nails into him and threw her head back against the mattress. She slipped backward as he fucked her until her head hung off the edge of the bed, "Oh-oh my God!"
He pressed his lips between her breasts and sucked hard, his teeth scraping against her bare skin, "Fucking Tuc-"
She groaned and reached for his face, slipping her fingers between his lips, "Don't you fucking say his name right now." He was panting as he fucked into her, his eyes locked on her, smirking proudly, "Not when it's your cock inside of me." He groaned and sucked her fingers harder, "He will never have me Elliot Stabler. No one ever will. Only you."
He hissed around her wet fingers in his mouth and bit down gently making her cry out for him. Her pussy clenched around him, her legs tightening their hold as her head fell back again, the mattress bouncing, creaking below them. Her hair cascaded over the side, almost touching the floor as she bent backward, leaning to his thrusts. "Fuck Olivia-"
"Right there." She screamed, holding him in place, "Right fucking there Elliot. Oh-oh God yes!"
Her whole body clenched around him, her pussy holding him so tightly he slipped forward, his eyes rolling back as he thrust three more times before spilling inside of her. "Holy shit…"
She clung to him as he pressed lazy, open-mouth kisses across her neck, "Elliot…oh my God Elliot…"
He hummed his approval and slid his hand behind her back, pulling her back onto the mattress. Her whole body was weak, and quite frankly so was his. His muscles ached as he pulled back, his cock leaving her roughly scraping across her clit. She jumped at the sensation and he sighed, bending over to wrap himself around her, "Fuck…I'm sorry."
She sighed and ran her fingers up and down his spine, "God…don't you dare apologize. That was…" She shivered and kissed the top of his head, "Incredible."
He let out a shaky little laugh and kissed the underside of her jaw, "Did that really just happen?"
She laughed and nudged him slightly so he looked back at her, "You mean did you give me three mind-blowing orgasms? Yes. Yes, that was real."
He sighed and lifted himself up, his muscles shaking slightly but he held himself up over her, "Olivia…"
She shook her head and reached her hands up for him, caressing the side of his face, "It's you and only you Elliot."
He swallowed the lump in his throat and whispered, "Sometimes…it's just hard to know that you want me…" He nuzzled into her hand and he whispered, "I waited Olivia…God I waited so long and I'm afraid that someday you won't want me anymore. And I-" He bent his head and pressed a kiss to just above her heart, "I just want you so bad…I love you so much…I'm afraid you will want someone else. Find someone better…"
She frowned and pulled him against her chest, "Elliot…" Rolling them slightly she saw that gone was the dominant, aggressive side to him, and before her lay a vulnerable man who still didn't understand how much she loved him. "You did wait…you're the only one who ever waited. The only one who gave a damn…who let me feel the things I needed to feel. Go through what I needed to go through. You're the only one I trust…the only one I love and need. Always…I mean that El. I mean that with my whole heart."
He sighed and felt her press his hand to her chest, "Liv…"
"You're my world." She whispered, "The only man for me." She looked above his head where the ties lay still tied to the post of the bed, "The only man I'd trust to tie me up and touch me the way you did…" She shivered and lay over his body, "I'm yours Elliot Stabler. Yours and only yours."
Gathering her quickly in his arms, he held her tight to his chest, "And I'm yours Olivia. Always have been…"
She smiled and kissed him lazily, distracting him again as she reached behind him and grabbed the tie. He groaned and looked up when he realized what she was doing, "Liv-"
She laughed and pulled the constraints as hard as she could. Leaning back on her heels she smiled and reached for the ice bucket, "Let's see if we even the playing field here Mister…"
He bit down hard on his lip as she began to trail a freezing ice cube along the lines of his abs, "Olivia…"
"You got me off three times…" She bent down and licked along his chest, "You only got off twice. Got another one in you baby?"
He pulled at the ties but gave in when he felt her wrap her hand around him, "Yep…she's gonna kill me."
She laughed as she lowered her lips but she knew he finally understood. There was no other man for her, not now, not ever. And when and if he needed a little reminding, she was more than happy to help ease his mind anytime he needed.