Olivia was now back in the room at the hotel and she was still in shock. The sound of her heartbeat in her chest had drowned out the world as Felix sped her back to the hotel in Fitz's Lamborghini. Her legs were heavy as she walked back to the penthouse suite. The last time she was exposed to this kind of violence was when she was targeted by some of her father's enemies on a trip to Mexico.
After her trip, and the experience thereafter, she'd been cautious, tiringly cautious and as goes life, humans adjust, they evolve and they grow weary. When she couldn't bear the burden of how altered her new cautious life was, she went back to her familiar routine, after all, she was taken in Mexico and now she was back in America, nothing like this could happen again, especially in Boston but then Fitz entered her life. True to his fearless, unrelenting, and audacious nature, he took her from the middle of the suburbs in Boston.
She hoped it wasn't Fitz who was hurt and thinking that in defiance she'd dared to go to the bathroom and get some water, something that should be harmless but when she was around international criminals had turned into a gunfight, was not something that was lost on her.
She couldn't understand why he reacted so harshly. Sure, the man was out of line but still, his reaction was more than she would've expected. It was like they were together and a part of her felt flattered. She'd never been so defended before, not by the only man she'd ever been with, her husband. He was almost the opposite of Fitz.
Still, she had to contemplate her future. If it was Fitz who was hurt, would she still be free to go? If Jake came back or somehow was in charge, what would be her future? In theory, she should be able to walk out of her hotel room. She was a free woman but somehow she couldn't, not without some confirmation that Fitz wasn't hurt.
It had only been a minute since she arrived in the hotel rooms and as these thoughts raced through her mind she finally took a breath and stood. She walked to the door and found Felix standing outside.
"If I wanted to leave right now, would you let me?" she asked.
"The boss said you could go," Felix said, looking straight ahead, "so you can go."
"Is he okay?" Olivia asked.
Felix didn't respond.
"If he isn't okay and he doesn't come back, can I still leave?"
"Why wouldn't you be able to?" Felix asked.
"Jake doesn't like me, what if he tells you not to let me go?"
"I don't work for Jake. He is no boss. I work for the boss."
Olivia took a breath and closed the door, hoping she wasn't making a grave mistake.
"You are so, so, stupid," she mumbled to herself, "just leave," she groaned.
Olivia shook her head and walked back to the bathroom. She took off her shoes and stared at her mirror image.
"That was fucking stupid-" she heard someone bark and then the front door slammed shut. It sounded like Fitz's voice and for a moment she froze.
"I'm not the one who started a fight because of Eli's fucking daughter-" the second voice sounded like Jake's and it sounded pained and breathless. "What is your deal with her? I don't get it. I fucking don't get it- fucking leave her there."
"Shut up and stop fucking bleeding on my couch," Fitz retorted. The voice was moving and then she heard footsteps edging closer to her.
He appeared in the doorway. He'd removed his jacket and he was bleeding down his arm. The same arm she thought he'd been sliced when the man behind him swung his knife.
"Olivia, I need you," he said, then walked back to the living room.
Olivia was confounded. Robotically, she moved off towards the door. She walked to the living room and saw the group of them. Everyone seemed to have some sort of cut or bruise but Jake seemed most grave.
"Can you help him?" Fitz said.
Instantly, Olivia reverted to her doctor's instinct and ran over to Jake. He was shirtless on the sofa and had what looked like a gunshot wound to the shoulder.
"Let me look at it," Olivia said.
"Don't fucking touch me," Jake barked.
Olivia instinctively jumped back but then she got annoyed, "I'm trying to help you," she barked, "even though you don't deserve it."
"Jake, let her help you. You can't go to the hospital," Fitz said, from just behind Olivia.
"I know that. I'm fine," Jake barked, this time with sweat crawling down his forehead in the relatively cool room.
Olivia leaned up and looked behind his shoulder for an exit wound but there was none.
"The bullet is still in there. There is no exit wound. It entered under your right clavicle and that's where your pulmonary arteries are, if you aren't careful, they might rupture and that could lead to retrograde bleeding into the pericardial sac which causes cardiac tamponade and that would be the least of your problems."
Jake took a deep painful breath and turned away, staring at the ceiling, refusing her help.
"Fine," Olivia said. "Be stupid."
"Stupid would be your inablity to read a room. That's stupid," Jake retorted to Olivia.
"Enough!" Fitz barked. "Go Jake. Now."
Jake sat up slowly, and then he turned to Fitz. "our relationship will never be the same. Not after you chose her over me, twice."
"Oh please," Fitz said with an eye roll, "call me when your balls grow back you fucking woman."
Jake strained to get off the couch and walked to the door and slammed it behind him.
Just as Jake closed the door, Felix opened it with a medical kit the size of a large briefcase. He walked over and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Alesander," Fitz said to the man with a cut split open over his eyebrow.
Alexander walked over and sat in front of Olivia on the couch. Olivia opened the kit and looked at all the medical tools inside. It seemed it would suffice.
"Um-" Olivia said as she leaned over and inspected the wound, "it's pretty deep, I have to clean and suture it. Let me wash my hands."
Olivia walked over to the kitchen sink and washed her hands with the dish soap up to her elbow and then dried them with a sheet of paper towel and walked back to the couch and sat on the coffee table. Half of the couch was now smeared with Jake's blood.
She slipped on two gloves and then opened the suture kit. After cleaning the wound, Olivia began to suture his cut closed.
After Alesander Fitz called over Barca.
"Fitz, I think your wound is more serious, maybe I should treat it first?"
"I'm fine, just finish with them."
Olivia sighed and continued with the other men. When she finished, they left.
"Your turn," Olivia said.
Fitz walked over to the kitchen counter. He took a glass and poured himself some scotch until it filled the cup and then grabbed the bottle.
"Come on," he said as he walked back to the bathroom.
Olivia walked with the medical kit to the bathroom and placed it on the bathroom vanity. She changed her gloves and watched Fitz throw back a glass of scotch.
"I have to clean it first," Olivia said.
Fitz turned and lifted her off the ground by the waist and sat her on the vanity counter.
"Woahh," Olivia squealed but then she calmed herself and stopped.
Fitz stood in front of her. His hip leaned against where her knees joined together and closed.
He placed his glass and bottle on the counter and pulled his shirt off. There was blood smeared over his arm and chest. He wet his shirt and wiped his chest and arm.
His presence was undeniable and Olivia had to take a breath before she attempted to begin. She took his arm and placed it in her lap and took some supplies from the kit to clean the wound. It wasn't as deep as she thought upon her first glance but it was still more serious than a superficial wound.
Fitz took the glass and had a large gulp.
Olivia looked up and smiled."Are you afraid of doctors?" she asked.
"No. I just hate needles," Fitz took another gulp.
"Maybe you shouldn't start a brawl in the middle of a nightclub."
"Don't go there."
She sighed, "at least tell me why you reacted so badly. You just- lost it."
Fitz smiled, seemingly forgetting his anxiety about his sutures.
"I have a little temper."
"Is that what that was?"
"Let's talk about something else?" he said.
"I want to talk about this," Olivia said. "And by the way, if watching a needle go through your skin freaks you out then you should just look away."
"I'm fine," Fitz insisted.
"Tell me why you acted that way?"
"Was I supposed to leave you there with him? If you thought I was bad..well, he's worse."
"Worse how?"
"Worse like he rapes, he traffics, he beats. He'll probably rape you then beat the shit out of you then sell you to someone when he was done."
Olivia shivered. "Jake said you should've left me."
"Yes, he did."
"Why didn't you?"
"Please Olivia, I wouldn't want that for anyone, especially not you."
Fitz sighed.
"Can we talk about something else now?"
"No," Olivia said as she cleaned his wound gently.
"You can say no- but that doesn't mean I'll answer you."
Olivia shrugged and Fitz took another sip of his liquor only to feel burning so intense that he pulled his arm away.
Olivia grabbed him, "you need to hold still." she said as she rinsed his wound with a saline solution from the kit.
Fitz gritted his teeth and balled his fist.
"Answer my question."
"What the fuck- what kind of doctor are you-" Fitz cursed.
"Answer," Olivia said she stopped pouring the solution but his wound still burned.
Fitz pulled his hands away. "I guess it'll get infected then because I'm not answering your question and I'm not letting you sew it up with your fucking man hands." Fitz turned around and she was reminded of the scratches on his back.
Olivia guffawed, "man hands?"
"You were gentle with everyone else, they barely flinched."
"You're acting this way because you're a baby. You're a criminal afraid of needles?"
Fitz took a breath, "are you gonna fix my arm or not?"
"Come on. You're the one that left," Olivia said.
Fitz walked back and rested his arm in Olivia's lap. They stood in uncomfortable silence for a while until Olivia spoke again. This time, she decided to change the subject.
"So you're afraid of needles but you let that girl scratch your back up like that?'
"I don't like it but what can I do?"
"Tell them to stop?" Olivia said as if it was the most obvious solution in the world.
"You try telling a woman to stop doing something when she's cumming during sex. I've only done it once."
Olivia chuckled and remarked "ew." Though she squeezed her legs together a bit tighter. Fitz noticed.
"Why do you care?"
She prepped the suture tools.
"I don't- I'm just…" in a moment of sincere honesty she answered, "curious."
Fitz shrugged, "about my sex life?"
"I don't know- I guess so- you kind of make it hard to ignore."
"How?"
"The plane- Camilla and a few nights ago with the other person."
"That's not putting it on display. That's just me fucking, the way I usually do. It would've happened whether you were here or not."
"And you don't care if people hear you having sex?"
"Why should I?"
She shrugged lightly, "you are kind of whorish so why would you care."
"Whorish-" he said with a chuckle, "I'm whorish?"
Olivia nodded as she slipped the first needle through his skin.
Fitz tensed.
"Don't worry. This will barely leave a car. Neurosurgeons have the best hands, better than plastic surgeons," Olivia said in a strange attempt to comfort him.
Fitz changed the topic back to the previous one. "I'm not whorish," he said. "I have a healthy sex life. I'm 29, my dick is the best it's ever been and apparently keeps getting better. I'm horny all the time and masturbating doesn't always satisfy me so I fuck women. If that's something that's unbelievable to you then maybe you're a 14 year old hiding in a 25 years olds body."
"It's not unbelievable to me," Olivia responded, "-I'm just kind of jealous."
Fitz was puzzled.
"Of what?"
"You do what you want. No guilt, no remorse, nothing. I think I'd have an easier time if I was like that but I'm not built that way."
Fitz chuckled, his mind was gone from the stitches in his arm now. The fact that Olivia seemed to be doing it with little effort helped.
"You're laughing at me?" Olivia said, annoyed.
"I'm not laughing at you. I just think it's interesting that you want to talk about people's sex lives now, considering how uncomfortable it used to make you when I did it."
"Well, that was when I was your hostage. I'm not anymore, am I?"
He shook his head, "so why aren't' you built that way?"
"I'm just not?"
"That's a good answer- coming from a so-called neurosurgeon."
Olivia chuckled, "I'm not."
"You were married for like four years right?"
Olivia nodded.
"What's one time, you could say you had a really good fuck?"
"What do you mean?" Olivia asked, stalling.
Fitz smiled."What's one instance of good memorable sex you had with your husband? I'm just curious about what you consider good sex?"
"Um-" Olivia thought about it but she didn't know what to respond.
"On your anniversary or birthday or some day that boring people use to have an occasionally fun fuck."
"Our anniversaries were nice. We'd go to a nice restaurant and then go home but the sex was kind of the same."
"What's the same?"
Olivia blushed, feeling conscious talking about sex.
"Don't talk about it if you don't want to."
Olivia tied the end of one of the stitches and then continued.
"No- um, I just meant standard?"
"Which is?"
"You know- missionary and stuff?"
"Stuff?"
"You know, maybe I'll bend over or something- oh my god please don't make me talk about it," she said with a nervous chuckle.
Fitz smiled, "who taught you about sex?"
"My mom- unfortunately for me but it's too late now. It's burned into me. Can't change now."
"Is that why you're this way? Because of your mom?"
"We're close, maybe too close."
"That's not usually a bad thing," Fitz said.
"It's not-,"
"But," Fitz said.
"But, she's turned me into her. I got married at 18 to someone who I knew I shouldn't be married to, just because I didn't want to disappoint her by have shameful pre-marital sex," Olivia said with a chuckle.
"Why does she care about that so much, is it her faith-"
"-Her mom raised her the same way, It kind of stuck with her, like it's sticking with me."
"If you're aware of it I don't understand why you can't change."
"I'm not you, okay, it's not that easy. I just don't want her to be disappointed in me. I can't stand it. She worked so hard to take care of me when my dad left- I just can't."
"If you mom's only concern with you is your sex life- then there's something wrong."
"It's not her only concern," Olivia shot back, momentarily taking her attention away from applying stitches, then quickly returning. "And it's not like she said to me, 'you're a whore if you do this'. She's just said that about other women. And when I grew up listening to all the things she thought were wrong and disgusting, I can't do them because she'll think the same about me."
Fitz sighed, "well what does she think is wrong and disgusting?"
"Oral-"
"You're joking- wait, you've never had your pussy licked?" Fitz said, shocked.
"No."
"You've never sucked dick?"
She shook her head.
"This is upsetting me now."
"Shut up," she said.
"Okay so you married this guy to have sex. The sex was bad and he was shitty. Did she at least care that he was shitty?"
"I didn't tell her at first and I don't think she saw it. She was just happy he seemed like a nice guy and kind of fit her image of who I should be with. When he kind of went crazy and started stalking me then she quickly changed her mind."
"At least there's that."
"My mom loves me. I know that for a fact and I know everything she does is to protect me-"
"Micro managing your sex life is not protecting you Olivia. It's controlling you and you're letting her."
Olivia shrugged but said nothing of her disagreement with his framing.
"If you're so afraid of enjoying sex becuase it'll make you a whore - so afraid that you can't even enjoy fucking your husband then you should probably talk to someone."
"Maybe- even if I do, I'll never be like you. I'll never sleep with everyone I come in contact with," she ribbed.
"I don't do that."
"I'm sure you've caught something - just statistically."
Fitz smiled, "there was this one time that my balls wouldn't stop scratching me for like a week but it turned out I was just allergic to the new laundry detergent the maid was using. Other than that, clean as a whistle which I guess is what happens when you use condoms. Speaking of condoms, I ran out that other night. I have to get more."
"Whatever."
He chuckled, "you say that to act like you aren't interested in fucking me. As disgusting as you pretend to think I am, you want to fuck."
Olivia flushed a shade of red under her brown skin. "I did not say that."
"Then why are you telling me all of this?"
"I thought we were just talking."
"Talking, because you're leaving in a couple of days and you're trying to rationalize doing it before you leave but you have to talk yourself into it."
"You are so full of yourself-"
"Just be honest- with yourself- Olivia. I think that's the loophole with your-afliction. If you are conconcious of your lie then you'll react, but if you lie and you're lying to yourself as well, you won't vomit."
Olivia rolled her eyes, "this is why I can't talk to you-"
"Because I see through your bullshit."
"Just hold still," Olivia scolded.
"I don't know why you're ashamed of that."
"It doesn't matter what I feel."
"Is that your motto?" he teased.
Olivia felt flushed and hot and she found herself stitching the last loop faster. She tied it quickly and then cut the thread.
"I'm done," she said.
Fitz flexed his arm.
"Thanks."
"No," she said with a sigh, "thank you, for sticking up for me."
"Please, don't thank me for that. The only reason he approached you was because he saw you with me."
"It doesn't matter. I was the one who walked over there- granted, you could've just told me it was because you thought he was going to confront me but-"
Fitz chuckled, "how was I supposed to explain my long history with Marco in a noisy club?"
Olivia shrugged, "you could have tried."
"Do you want to ask Jake again if he needs my help? I really need to remove that bullet and close his wound. It will get infected."
"When Jake needs help, he'll come back begging you to look at his arm."
"Okay," Olivia said with a nod. She pulled off her gloves and dropped them in the small disposable medical waste bag that came with the kit.
"Um...by the way, your wound can't get wet," Olivia said, "so be careful when you take a shower."
Fitz nodded.
"I can wrap it up for you- if you want- it just shouldn't get wet."
Fitz got the sense Olivia was stalling.
"What do you want?"
"What do you mean?" Olivia asked.
He rested both hands on the side of her legs and leaned over so he was close to her.
"You know what I mean. You're just afraid to say it."
Olivia scooted back so she was closed to the mirror. His presence was overwhelming her.
"I can't say it."
Fitz smiled, "okay. Since whorish criminals like me should not be stuffing their cocks into pretty little doctors like you, sex is off the table. I'm more sure now than I was before that you definitely can't handle that."
"-You don't know what I can handle," Olivia snapped.
"You can say that but it doesn't change your reality. Don't digress," Fitz said, "what do you want?"
Olivia didn't answer.
Fitz smiled and turned to step away but she grabbed his arm.
"Don't leave," Olivia mumbled.
Fitz turned and stopped in front of her on the vanity.
"You have to tell me what you want? If you can't say it, you shouldn't be doing it."
Olivia rolled her eyes, "I'm tired of feeling nothing. I just want to feel something - you're right- I probably can't handle sex at this point but just something. I want to feel something."
He leaned closer and ran his index finger up the middle of her thighs, where she was squeezing them together. Olivia felt shivers as her legs twitched, still, she held them tighter together.
"You have to loosen up, pretty girl."
"I'm trying," Olivia mumbled, breathlessly.
Fitz grabbed onto her hips and pulled her to the edge of the vanity. He pulled her legs open and stood between them. Olivia turned her face and took a breath.
Fitz reached behind her and lifted her slightly and pulled her dress up. In the mirror behind them, he could see her ass squished against the hard marble of the vanity. A black g-string disappeared into her ass.
He felt his heartbeat accelerate and suddenly his cock was twitching. Fitz ignored his reaction and continued, telling himself it would be painful to stop but nonetheless he would.
Once he had her dress pulled up, he was facing her again. This time he pushed her back and pulled her legs open in one sudden motion. Olivia gasped but then covered her mouth. Her breathing lost pace and now her chest was rising and falling unevenly. Her ribs stretched under her skin, protruding as she curved her back in anticipation.
Fitz leaned down between her legs and licked slowly down her inner thigh, tasting her skin as he left a trail of saliva in his wake. He stopped at the corner of her crotch. When he was so close to her he could see it all. He could see clear liquid spilling out of the sides of her saturated panties.
Fitz leaned up and decided that for his sanity and self-control, it might be best to stay away from her hole.
When he leaned up, he gently pulled her forward against this chest and lifted her off the counter. He stood her in front of him and turn to the full-length mirror so he could see both their reflections.
He unzipped her dress from the back. Her straps fell down her arms but Olivia crossed her arms into an 'X' against her chest before her breasts were exposed.
Fitz stepped back and pulled her arms away and let her dress fall to her waist.
Her large, supple, brown breasts were revealed. Instinctively, Fitz reached forward and grabbed them roughly.
"Mmm," Olivia moaned.
He pushed them together and pinched her nippled hard.
"Ouu," Olivia whimpered as she bit her lips.
Fitz turned her and lifted her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, holding her in place as dragged his tongue over her stiff nipples.
"Ughh," Olivia moaned softly.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulder and suddenly, what were slow licks over her nipples turned into rough, ravenous sucking.
"Ahhh," Olivia bellowed out when she felt him smack her ass as he switched breasts.
Pleased with the sound he heard Fitz smack her again, only to hear her cry again. He let her swollen nipple out of his mouth with a pop and rested her ass on the edge of the vanity. He grabbed her by both cheeks and pulled her roughly into a kiss. Immediately, he was surprised by how full and soft her lips were. More than he'd imagined. He pulled her closer and pressed her against her, so tightly he felt her hard nipples rub against his chest.
Olivia could taste liquor on his tongue as he sucked hers. He was so forceful, so commanding… she couldn't form a thought...let alone a word.
She felt him pull her legs apart and then he began tracing his index finger of her clit. Her eyes were squeezed shut now as she gripped the hard counter. He peppered open-mouthed kisses all over her face and neck and breasts as her orgasm built slowly.
"I'm gonna stop now- before it gets too serious," he whispered raspily as he kissed her all over.
"This wasn't serious?" Olivia questioned inwardly, though her lips were unable to open to make a sound. That was the closest she'd even been to an orgasm, he couldn't stop.
Then she felt his finger stop its slow, teasing movements.
"No- don't stop," she blurted out. It was a first for her. Olivia opened her eyes and looked up.
Fitz wasn't as playful as he was earlier. Now, his eyes were darker than the usual ocean blue. It was a steely slate. His face was stone.
He pulled her up from the counter and kissed her lips then the corner of her lips and then down her neck.
"I can fuck around with you- but that's where it stops."
"Then don't stop-" she said breathlessly.
Fitz shook his head, "you don't know what you're saying, you're horny, you'll get over it."
Fitz stepped back and undid his pants buckle. Olivia watched him intently, suddenly feeling nervous at the prospect of him inside her.
With Fitz, her feelings about him changed on the fly. At times she was terrified, other times she was intrigued. Sometimes she felt dueling feelings for him simultaneously. Now, she only wanted to feel him.
The feeling stopped when his pants fell to the floor, his boxers with it, and then there was a long, thick, veiny cock pointing in the air. Her eyes opened wide, her lips formed slightly into an 'o', though it wasn't on purpose.
Fitz took one more sip of his drink then turned and walked to the shower, leaving Olivia, half-naked on the vanity. She watched his back flex as he walked. Just like his chest, he had some small tattoos scattered on his back.
Moments after he stepped into the shower. She heard the faucet turn on.
Olivia took a breath and closed her eyes and tried to shake the feeling that overcame her. The way she still felt his hands and lips all over her, was hard to ignore. The wetness between her legs couldn't be ignored either.
He kept telling her she couldn't handle it and she was wondering now if it was a threat or a challenge.
She took another breath and slowly stepped off the vanity. She pushed her dress down her body and stepped out of it, then she pulled her underwear off as well.
All the doubts and terrifying thoughts about what she was about to do were riding at the back of her thoughts. She walked to the large shower. Fitz was standing under the faucet that rained water down on him. It was cold. She walked to the faucet, ignoring the cold water that rained down on her. She stood beside him and turned on the second faucet with significant warmer water. She stood under it for a moment while the water drenched her hair. She washed her face slowly as she bought herself time to work up the courage to approach him. His erection was still high and she tried not to look at it.
Fitz didn't turn from his position standing facing the wall.
"You got your arm wet," Olivia said after a while.
"I've got my mind on other things," he said pointedly.
Olivia stepped closer to him but now she couldn't help herself, she was staring at him. Every part of him.
"You're gonna drive me crazy staring at it like that," Fitz said then he turned to her, giving her a once over as he took full view of her perky brown breasts, down her torso and stopped where a v formed between her thighs.
"I fuck kind of hard so if you think you can handle it then I have no more discipline to stop myself."
Olivia swallowed hard and stepped closer to him. She reached out and ran her hand down his torso.
In a flash, she felt herself pressed between the wet wall and Fitz's hard body. His erection poking her under her ribs. His hand was gently holding her throat as he stared into her eyes. His face was centimeters from hers.
Fitz reached over and pulled a lever between the two showers and then the water stopped.
Now, it was dead silent in the room.
"I'm gonna fuck you raw."
Fitz lifted her around her waist and walked her out of the shower.
He walked her to the bed and laid her in the middle then he climbed in between her legs and leaned on top of her so he was staring down at her.
"Turn off the lights," Olivia said nervously.
"So you can hide from me?" Fitz said with a smirk.
Olivia blushed and turned her face. Fitz pulled her back by the cheek so she was staring at him again.
"If you need to stop me, just say it."
"You're scaring me now," Oliva said.
Fitz smiled and kissed down her neck. Immediately her body reacted when she drew in a deep breath and felt pleasure shot down to her tingling clit.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," Fiz whispered softly between open-mouthed kisses, "I just want you to be ready."
She closed her eyes and took another breath. She felt his weight on top of her, holding her against the bed. Fitz raised both her hands above her head and pinned them with one hand. With his other hand, Fitz reached down between them and pressed his tip against her hole.
Olivia felt her heart sink with threat, as if she were dropping on a rollercoaster. Her breathing quickened and then she felt him push his way inside her wet walls, stretching them more than she could bear.
She choked in a gasp and for a moment she was breathless as she felt the stretching in her hole.
"AHHH-"
The shrieking coming from her felt foreign. The thick cock inside her, electrifying places she'd thought had long died felt foreign. She was frozen in intense pleasure.
With one languid stroke, she felt him go in deeper, so deep his tip pushed against her cervix.
Water came to her eyes.
"Fuckkkkk," she heard a raspy curse from him. He sucked in air through his teeth and then he pulled out completed, leaving a gaping hole where he was. He was panting slightly as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.
"Please tell me you can take it because I don't wanna stop," she heard him whisper with want between kisses on her lips.
The words sent shivers down her spine and she found herself nodding robotically. As intense as it was, she wanted more.
Fitz wiped the lone tear from her cheek and leaned up and turned Olivia over on all fours. He spread her legs open and lowered her to the bed so her ass was perfectly arched for him then he kneel behind her and slid inside her again, slowly, as he reveled in the feel of her tight, wet walls clinging to him.
Olivia covered her mouth with both hands to stifle the noise coming from her lips. Fitz pulled them away and pressed her head against the blanket with his hand holding a fistful of her hair.
He widened his stance behind her and began thrusting just a bit faster.
She found herself biting into the pillow, trying to bear his girth as he worked into her. It felt so sweet.
She felt like she was on autopilot- the usual faculties at her disposal to control herself and her thoughts had abandoned her. She found herself praying he'd stop his assault on her pussy but hoping he wouldn't. It was too good, painfully good. She felt alive, every part of her throbbed and pulsed and tingled and burned.
He was everywhere, overwhelming every sense, every nerve, every feeling and she couldn't stop the choked, broken scream that escaped her lips with every thrust.
With every thrust, she felt him against her clit. With every thrust, she felt him stretching her. With every thrust, he felt his palm against her ass, spanking her.
The pain from stretching to his size began to dissipate and now she only felt mind numbing pleasure. Her orgasm built intensely. Every second he was inside her, moving in and out of her, fully removing himself before entering her, she felt her insides swell.
The same strange noise escaped her mouth again. Now, it was a constant whimpering cry. She would have been disgusted with herself- but she couldn't help it and now, he was too deep. He hadn't entered her with his full length before but he just did and fuck - it hurt.
"Stop-too deep" she cried as she found her words, "I cant-"
Suddenly she felt him move from behind her. He turned her and now she was on her back. Her legs that were sore from being held open were now closed and pulled over his shoulders, held against his chest. His fingers were around her throat and once again, she couldn't move.
She gasped in a breath when she felt him again. He stroked slower this time but not as deep. She could feel his tip, massaging up and down her walls with every slow, pointed stroke. It was too much. He was too much.
She exploded on him. Her walls sucked on his cock, pulsing over and over again, squeezing him.
She heard him moaning audibly, more than she'd heard with Camilla or the other woman. He grabbed her tighter.
"Ahhhh-ahhh" she screamed out and then stuffed her fist in her mouth to quiet herself. She ground her hips up and down as her legs trembled uncontrollably. She heard a deep growl from him and suddenly he sped up his thrust, fucking her so hard the bed shook under then.
Olivia screamed an octave higher than she thought possible. Her breasts bounced up and down on her chest.
She felt water squirting from her hole as she tried to close her legs and reflexively push him off, she couldn't take the force or the pleasure. It was too intense. Her orgasm was too intense.
Then in the midst of his thrusts, she felt him explode inside her. Hot, sticky cum filled her hole and, finally Fitz slowed as he threw his head back in total ecstasy.
Fitz slowed until he stopped and leaned over, breathlessly kissing her lips while he was still inside her.
Olivia returned the kiss softly and after a while, he reluctantly broke the kiss and leaned up.
A thin sheen of sweat covered him. There was blood on her breasts and a few drops on her torso and when he looked he realized that his wound was bleeding through his sutures.
When he looked up at Olivia, her eyes glistened and her mind seemed elsewhere. She was breathing unevenly and as beautiful as she looked, completely spent from her violent orgasm, he couldn't enjoy the moment. He was prepared for her to panic, sooner or later..
He began to pull out slowly. Though her legs still spasmed, her orgasm had passed and now her walls clung to him as tightly as before.
When he removed himself a rush a white liquid ran out of her hole, down into the crack of her ass and, on the bed. It was more than he'd ever seen himself ejaculate.
Olivia's breath hadn't returned to normal and he decided to wait for her to speak before he did.
Fitz stood and walked to the bathroom to get gauze from the medical kit for his wound. He wrapped the gauze around his arms until blood no longer leaked through then he washed his hands and walked back to the bedroom with his bottle of scotch and his glass. He was on such a high from his orgasm that he barely felt pain from his arm.
Olivia was still laying in the same spot that he left her.
Fitz sat beside her on the bed and poured some of the scotch into the glass and handed it to her.
"Drink this," Fitz said as he handed her the glass.
"I don't drink," Olivia whispered.
Fitz finally smiled, "you look like you could use it," he said, referencing her disheveled appearance.
Olivia sat up very slowly and leaned on one hand as she took the glass with the other. She took a small sip and scrunched her nose at the bitter taste then handed it back to him.
Fitz took the glass and gulped the liquor left at the bottom and then placed it on the nightstand.
"I'm gonna be honest with you- I would have thought you'd be having a meltdown because I came inside you."
Olivia leaned back on the bed and turned slowly on her side, holding her stomach lightly.
"That's what happens when you have sex without a condom. I knew you didn't have one and I still did it so anything that comes after that- I kind of deserve."
Her voice was hoarse from the screaming and so Olivia found herself whispering. The liquor didn't help either.
"Don't think of it that way. I didn't plan it- trust me, I didn't and I tried to stop myself...to find the will to pull out and I just couldn't. I know it sounds shitty but I'm being honest."
Olivia nodded but added no comment.
"Is there any way you can get a doctor to prescribe me levonorgestrel?"
"What's that for?"
"To make sure I don't get pregnant."
Fitz nodded, "I'll get you whatever you need."
"Thanks," Olivia said softly with a nod.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm hurting a little." Olivia said after a while.
"Where?"
"All the parts you'd guess would hurt after not having sex for over 3 years."
Fitz chuckled.
"I like it. It's better than feeling nothing."
"You took it like a champ. You cried the entire time but you still took it."
Fitz leaned down, closer to her face but didn't kiss her.
"There's blood all over you."
"I know," Olivia said, "but I don't think I can walk to the shower so I guess it stays."
Fitz stood and walked to the bathroom. He took a towel and wet it under warm water that ran from the faucet and returned in a few minutes to wipe the blood from Olivia's chest.
"Did your sutures tear?" Olivia asked as he walked to her.
"I don't think so," Fitz said.
He sat beside her and ran the warm towel over her breast. Immediately, he felt his balls tighten.
"If I were at the hospital, I'd tell you not to do what we just did."
"But…" Fitz entreated.
"But I'm making all the wrong decisions tonight," she said with a yawn.
"I'm guessing round two is out of the question?"
"I can't survive another go with you."
Fitz leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. "It can't just be once. I need it to be more. What I felt just now- was unreal."
Olivia couldn't respond. What was he asking her?
"I leave in two days-" she mumbled. "You have other women."
"I don't care. I don't want anyone else."
Olivia struggled to get a response out.
Fitz kissed her again, "we'll talk about it tomorrow."
She nodded.
"Get some rest."