Olivia sits at her desk, phone to her ear as she waits for Lucy to answer on the other end. After two rings, the young woman picks up.
"Hey Liv, everything alright?"
"Hey Lucy, everything's fine. Noah's actually going to a friend's tonight for a sleepover." Her free hand pushes a stray hair behind her ear, "Do you think you could stop at the house, get him an overnight bag and drop it off at the school?"
"Of course! Does he need anything in particular?"
"No, just an outfit for tomorrow and anything he'll need for bed tonight."
"Alright, I'll head over there now."
"You're a Godsend, Luce. Enjoy your night."
"You too, Liv."
She hangs up, looking at the clock. She'd be heading out in about an hour and instead of spending the night alone in an empty apartment, she thinks her boyfriend would love to keep her company. Opening her texts, she clicks his pinned contact at the top of the screen.
She's not surprised when she sees the ellipsis moving above the text box. She waits a few seconds for his message to come through, but it disappears completely and before she has the chance to type anything in, his name pops up on her screen.
"Hi baby," she says sweetly. She nearly turns to mush when she hears his gravelly voice speak.
"Baby? You must be in a good mood," he chuckles.
"As a matter of fact, I am."
He's sat at a red light, left hand on the steering wheel. "Someone making you happier than me? Should I be worried?"
"Yeah, he's gonna keep me company while Noah's gone tonight. Doesn't want me to be alone."
"Noah going to a sleepover?"
"Uh huh," she says in a sing song voice.
"I'm coming to get you." He sits up straighter, quickly turning the wheel to hit a U-turn.
"Wait, I need my car to pick up Noah tomorrow."
"I'll drop you off in the morning."
"What if I don't wanna get up that early?"
"Then I'll take you to pick him up first."
She couldn't argue with that. "Fine," she looked up to see Fin watching her through the glass. "But you have to hurry, I think Fin's getting suspicious."
Nearly forty-five minutes later, they're stepping over the threshold of her apartment. His hands are all over her body, gripping and undoing clothing with ease. His hand is about to slip into the front of her pants when she stops him, hands pressing firmly into his chest, "hold on. I didn't..."
He looks on with concern, "what's wrong?"
"I, um. I didn't get a chance to… you know," she quickly gestures toward her groin. "Groom."
In the entire seven months of them dating, she'd somehow done a great job of not letting him see her in less than perfect order.
"I've just been so busy and before you called, I thought I'd have time to run and get a wax. If you don't mind waiting, I could just-."
"Olivia," his hands grip her biceps. "Stop."
She stills, finally looking him in the eye.
"I don't care about that one bit. I'm a grown man in love with a grown woman," his hand runs across her shoulder, landing behind her neck. He leans in, placing a soft kiss to her lips. "Whatever you're serving, I'm eating."
A chill runs down her spine and her eyes darken several shades. She follows along as he leads her to the bedroom. They undress with the urgency of two lovers who've been separated for far too long, stealing kisses and caresses whenever they can.
"Get on the bed and spread 'em."
She crawls across the mattress slowly, looking over her shoulder as he watches her put on a show.
"Hurry up."
He jumps onto the bed, pushing her onto her back and sliding between her legs.
"Been wanting to taste you all week."
Then he dives in, thumb gently grazing her clit until her legs start to tremble.
She looks down between the valley of her breasts to see him staring up at her with that familiar deviousness in his eyes.
"El, don't-," but it's too late. His mouth unlatches from her clit and her climax is lost. She tosses her head back with a whine.
"Patience, mama." He starts to litter wet kisses in the crease of her thigh, purposely avoiding where she needed him most. Her right foot lifts, playfully attempting to nudge his head back to her center. Two could play that game.
A gasp is yanked from her when his teeth sink into her tender flesh, sucking until a large bruise is left in his wake. Before she can curse him, his tongue plunges into her; causing a whole new rush of arousal to seep out of her and down his chin.
He curls his tongue, reaching into her as far as possible. Her hand holds him to her, "please don't stop." His head bobs up and down, eyes trained on her breasts jiggling as she was so close to coming.
"Baby," her voice gets high and whiny. "Baby!"
Her toes curl and her hands fly to the duvet around her, pulling it from the bed as her back arched. He doesn't stop, lips covering her clit, tongue flicking from side to side.
"Uhhhh," his hands wrap around her thighs, stopping her squirming. "Okay, okay." One hand pushes at his head while the other tries to pry his hand from her thigh, "pleaseee."
He releases her with a pop and her head falls back.
He crawls up her body, kissing her warm skin until he reaches her lips. Her eyes are closed and her breath is short, he knows that she needs a minute. He lays next to her, caressing her body softly as her body calms down. She turns her head to him, tongue forcing his lips open, tangling with his.
Her hand slides down the solid mass of his chest, through the dark, wispy hairs of his happy trail until she reaches his stiff erection. Her palm hugs the underside of him, gently squeezing the pre ejaculate from his tip. She pulls back, lips swollen and looking like a sex Goddess.
"I wanna try something," she says in that deep whisper that makes his dick jump. And jump it does, her hold on him tightening.
"Tell me."
His thumb massages her jaw and she grins, wondering if they're so connected that his body knows what she'll say before she says it.
"It's something we've done before, just… a little different."
His brows quirk, but anything she says he'll go with. She's chewing her lower, trying to figure out how to say it, deciding to just spit it out. She knows how much he loves it when she's a little vulgar.
"I wanna deep throat you again," she presses a kiss to his lips. "But this time," another kiss, "on my back."
His thumb slides under her chin, pulling her to him in a messy kiss.
"I fucking love you," he growls, jumping up and pulling her with him to the edge of the bed. She laughs at his eagerness, laying with her head hanging off the bed. He bends down for one more kiss before asking if she's ready, tracing then tapping her plump lips as he waits for her response.
She nods seductively, tongue sliding out to taste him and invite him in. They're holding hands when he pushes in slowly, moving deeper and deeper until he can see her throat expanding to fit him in. He can't look away, the shape of his length prominent each time she swallows him.
He could probably feel himself if he touched her throat right now, so he wraps his hand around them, starting to thrust in and out faster. He's never felt anything like this before and his mind is running wild, unable to focus on anything other than the fact that he's pretty much stroking himself through her body.
His free hand moves to the back of her neck, holding her in place as his hips move even faster, fucking into her throat. He's getting too close to coming, pulls out and steps back in shock.
"Fuck," his eyes roam her exposed body, wishing his hands could touch everywhere at once. Her hand is between her thighs, lazily stroking herself.
"Come back," she purrs. He moves forward again, hands settling on her breast, squeezing them together. He pinches her peaked, caramel nipples. She moans, reaching up with her free hand, guiding him back to her mouth.
He starts up a steady pace again, bending his knees on every downward thrust.
"You're so fucking perfect," he grunts. She closes her eyes again, thinking it'll somehow help her keep going. He smacks her breast roughly then pulls the nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing as his tongue laves at the sensitive bud.
She groans around him, nails digging into the back of his thighs, reminding him that she needed to breathe. He pulls out, spit dripping from him as she gasps harshly, flattening her feet on the mattress. He gives her a few seconds before he's leaning over her body, scooping her lower half off the bed.
"Wrap your legs around my head."
Her legs instinctively lock around him, "El, I don't think-."
"Sh, I got you."
And his muscular arms are firm around her back, holding her upside down and wide open for him. She falters when she feels him move one arm, wrapping hers tightly around his waist, fearful that he might drop her. He'd made exercise a major part of his routine these days, so she didn't doubt his strength, but they still weren't spring chickens and accidents happened. His large hand smacking her hard on the ass brings her back to him, fingers squeezing and pulling her open further.
"Relax," and she tries to, but when his spit lands on her pussy, her body jolts. She feels it starting to slide down to her clit; he quickly catches it on his tongue, spreading it from front to back. "Keep sucking," he mumbles against her.
She does as he says, slurping and gargling around him just how he likes it. They work in tandem, he's devouring her from clit to crack, fucking her with his tongue while she focuses on pulling every drop of come from his body. They last for nearly five minutes until she speaks again, "Babe, bed."
His head quickly shakes from left to right one last time before he places his knee on the bed, laying her down slowly. He rolls onto his back, grasping her legs and pulling her pack on top of him, finishing what he'd started. He pulls her apart again, giving him full access to every part of her. His thumb slides through their combined wetness before dipping in, lips circling her clit again.
Her lips suckle up the side of his dick like a popsicle, tongue playing with his opening when she got to the top. She swallows him whole again, eyes watering as she holds him so deep. She pulls up, taking a breath then sucking the tip of him.
That's a winner, he's groaning into her, sending vibrations through her body. She starts to ride his face until she's coming again, convulsing hard above him.
"Uhhh," she groans. "Just like that," her hand squeezing the base of him like a microphone that she's singing into.
His arms are locked around her thighs, not letting her move when she tries to lift off of his mouth. Her come is dripping down the sides of his mouth when she pulls him deep, sucking until he's shooting down her throat. She swallows every drop like she always does, loving the taste of him.
They're sated, her slumped on top of him trying to gain her breath. "You can't keep treating me like a porn star, Elliot."
He laughs loudly, "you're my porn star."
"Mm," she moans.
They lay quietly breathing until she finally starts to slide off of him, heading toward the bathroom. He watches her feet carry her across the room, hips swaying naturally.
He's still splayed out on the bed and she's been in there for a few minutes when a phone starts to vibrate. He leans over, grabbing it off the dresser, unsure if it's his or hers. He instantly knows that it isn't his when he sees the name 'Edgar' in the center.
He's puzzled. This couldn't be a professional contact, they were clearly on a first name basis. He's about to put the phone down when a text comes through.
E: Hey, Liv. Hope you've been well. I know you're busy, but I'd love to take you to dinner. For old times sake? Let me know.
She walks out just as he finishes reading, "Who the hell is Edgar?"