Stripped

A/N: So it's been awhile, huh? This story has been sitting on the back burner for so long, I'll be surprised if most of you even remember it. Anyway, I'm back with a new installment, and hopefully it won't take so long to get another chapter up. As usual, I only own Olivia. Enjoy!

The Florida breezed whipped through Olivia's dark hair as she nodded her head to the hip-hop beat on the radio and rested her hand against John's thigh. After much pleading, she had finally convinced him to accompany her on the journey to visit her family. His hesitation was still evident, even as they boarded the plane, but offering to let him drive the convertible rental to the bike park seemed to erase all thoughts of protest from his mind.

Tangling his fingers with hers, John kept one eye on the road, and glanced at Olivia out the corner of the other. She was holding her fingernail between her teeth and staring straight ahead, a tiny hint of green tinting her perfect features. "You okay?"

Smiling, she turned and nodded. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" It was the furthest thing from the truth – nerves were about to make her lose her lunch, and her mind. But admitting that she was terrified of seeing her son again made her sound like a horrible mother, and she wasn't about to confess any such thing.

"He wants you there," John spoke in a soft tone as she leaned her head onto his shoulder. If they never reached their destination, if they only drove forever just like this, he would have been happy. Holding her hand against his leg, feeling her warm breath on his neck, knowing that she was happy to have him at her side? It was all contributing to his version of the perfect day.

With a sigh, Olivia let go of his hand and started to click her fingernails together. "It's been a long time," she sighed, willing her stomach to stop flipping as signs for their exit started to appear. "Two months is the longest I have ever been away from him. What if he forgets me? What if he isn't happy to see me? What if he takes one look at me and just remembers why he hates me so much?"

Rolling his eyes, John rested his hand against her bare thigh and ran it up her smooth skin. The skirt she was wearing gave him perfect access to the sensitive skin inside her legs, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it while he assured her that everything would be fine. "Come here," he smiled, keeping his eyes on the road as her breathing hitched slightly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Olivia asked, casting her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her skirt. Surely he wasn't going to try to touch her at 80 miles an hour on a public highway.

With a satisfied smirk, John rubbed his palm over her panties, relishing the feeling of her wet heat just below the silky fabric. "I'm distracting you," he whispered, allowing one finger to slide inside her underwear.

Batting at his arm, she started to argue. "You can't just," she stopped cold as he slipped a digit inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, throwing her head back against the leather seat. Between his finger inside her and the rushing breeze blowing over her, Olivia knew she wouldn't last long.

"Yeah?" John asked, as though she had just told him the most amazing story. "You like that, baby?"

She moved her legs, placing one on either side of the gear shift, and then grabbed his wrist with both hands. Licking her lips, she moaned and then grunted as he slid another finger into her wetness. "Shit," she sighed, using all of her might to guide his hand at a pace that suited her.

Maybe it wasn't the smartest plan, John realized, as her pleasure-filled groans and moans filled the car. He wasn't really doing much for his own hardened state by fingering her, but the look on her face was enough to convince him to press on. "Come on, Liv," he leaned over, keeping his eyes on the road as he kissed her cheek. "Come for me," he encouraged.

She shook her head and bit her lip. She didn't want to – not yet. She wanted this feeling to last forever, just like every time she was with him. Not knowing when she would ever experience anyone like John again, she clung desperately to every moment they had together, praying that it would be better than the last. And every time, her prayers were answered.

The way she bit her lip and moaned into his shoulder was driving him crazy. Her fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his wrists as she fought like hell to drive his hand deeper inside her tightening core. Clinging to his last shred of coherence, John guided the car off the highway and into the parking lot of a tiny gas station. "Bathroom," he gasped.

Olivia followed closely behind him as the pair ran past the clerk, down an aisle of junk food, and into the unisex bathroom at the back of the store. John locked the door and dropped a couple of quarters into the vending machine on the wall. Olivia pulled her skirt up to her waist and fumbled with his belt. By the time he had opened the generic, glow-in-the-dark condom, she was leaning against the wall and panting for him to hurry up and fuck her.

In less than five seconds, he was protected and buried deep inside her. With her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, she allowed him to support her in his arms as he lifted her up and down on his stiff erection. Groaning and gasping, she licked his ear and bit his shoulder, knowing that she wasn't going to last nearly as long as she wanted to with him.

He nearly dropped her as he emptied himself into the condom, but steadied himself just enough to gently support her until she returned her feet to the floor. Last night had been romantic and passionate. The bathroom rendezvous was hurried, primal, and desperate. And he decided, as he cast a smile at her sated expression, that he had passed the point of no return. He was in love with Olivia Stewart, and there was no way he was letting her walk away in three weeks.