Olivia watched Elliot make his way out of the area that had been turned into party central after shaking hands and accepting "congratulations" from intrigued guests and old friends.
Waiting a fair amount of time, she excused herself from the conversation she was stuck in, citing a trip to the ladies room and fresh drink.
Her body was buzzing as she stepped onto the elevator, unbeknownst to any of her colleagues, riding up to the now silent floor that housed the judges chambers.
The only noise, now, was the clack of her very expensive and stylish shoes, that she'd treated herself to for the event, making their way one after another across the tile floor and echoing off walls of the same material.
She walked with an air of confidence, as she always did: one foot in front of the other, ass and hips swaying, hair and tits bouncing, and pussy dampening in anticipation as she neared the designated area.
Alone on the deserted floor of the court house while he waited for her in an abandoned bathroom, or so he wanted her to believe.
Twenty-some-odd years in the NYPD had given her a sixth sense when it came to other people, specifically other people who tried to make her think she was alone.
But even with her secret skill, she still squealed when large hands wrapped around her from behind, just as her hand touched the door knob of the single stall that was tucked at the end of the winding corridor.
Jesus Christ
Inhaling the earthy scent of the expensive cologne Noah had insisted they buy him for Father's Day that had quickly become his favorite, she reveled in the feel of his muscles flexing around her.
He'd lost his jacket after the photos, and his sleeves were now rolled up to expose his forearms, marine tattoo, and tiny "Benson" he'd gotten just below it.
The memory of that night in the tattoo shop sent a new rush of wetness cascading from her core and soaking her underwear even further and she sunk into his embrace, allowing one large hand to slip into under her waistband as the other pushed the bathroom door open.
Wreck me, Stabler
"All I could think about was your mouth on my cock during that speech."
His gruff voice broke their silence and the trance he'd put her in the minute his arms circled her.
She released a sigh of relief when his lips and scratchy goatee found purchase on her neck, and whimpered when his rock hard length that was tucked into his waist band ground against her.
I need yours between my fucking legs right now
"We don't have a lot of time," she managed to get out. "Don't mess up this suit."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said, dropping his other hand from where it was palming her breast to her button and zipper. "Need to parade you around on my arm. Show this damn organization who's bed you come home to at night after a long day of showing them all up."
She breathed out a soft chuckle at his jealousy, and hissed when the cool air of the unpopulated floor hit her legs as he dropped her pants and helped her out of them.
"Lean against that wall," he directed, pointing to the far wall opposite the sink and mirror. She did as he was told, hiding the smile that formed on her face when he picked up her expensive pants and neatly folded and laid them on the counter, but only after ensuring it was dry.
"Jackets long… how about you take that off too, baby," he said, making eye contact with her in the mirror.
He wants a show
Cocking her head, she pulled the corner of her lip into her mouth, dragging her hands up to her shoulders and then slowly down over her breasts to the buttons.
She saw his hard facial expression falter ever so slightly as her slender fingers slowly unfastened the buttons, one by one.
Oh yeah. He wants a show.
The jacket, now fully open and hanging at her sides, exposed a delicate white lace bra and matching panties that were hidden away under the heavy material she'd chosen for the evening.
Neither the lace nor the white did anything to disguise the dark areolas that surrounded her already puckered nipples.
His eyes raked over her reflection as she gently shimmied out of her underwear, picked them up, and took slow steps towards him.
The slow click or her heels broke his concentration and made him turn abruptly, just as she reached him with long strides and slipped the minuscule fabric into his pants pocket.
"We don't have a lot of time," she reiterated in a soft but deep tone that made him crack his neck to either side, and then his fingers one by one.
So fuck me now
"Do you want me to bury my face and beard between your legs?" He asked, taking slow steps forward to back her into the wall again
Fuck me
Her breathing was heavy; tits heaving; blood pumping through her veins and whooshing in her ears. Her eyes were locked onto his face, hypnotized by the way his tongue darted across his lips like a wolf after his prey.
She barely registered what he was saying, let alone the fact that he was unbelting and unbuckling his own pair of dress pants.
Fuck me, Elliot, please fuck me
"Do you want my fingers deep in your pussy? Rubbing at your g-spot just the way you like it? Till you're squirting so hard you're falling ass first onto this floor?"
One of his large hands was framing her shoulder while the other wrapped around the meat of her thigh, his hot hand sizzling against her cooled flesh and making her gasp and exhale the moan his movements were triggering.
FUCK ME!
"Or do you want my cock? Fucking into you so hard that you can't sit the rest of the night?" He whispered against her lips as her body betrayed her mind and followed the way he was maneuvering it with no questions asked.
"Baby," she whimpered, feeling his heavy and burning cock fall against her now very spread and very wet pussy lips, sliding up and down and up and down at the most achingly slow pace she'd ever experienced.
"Tell me what you want, Captain," he said against her lips, brushing them with his beard and making her head loll back to expose her neck.
The tip of his cock was bumping her engorged clit on every pass, making her thoughts and words incoherent as pleasure and desire coursed through her veins.
"C-cock," she finally managed, letting out a silent cry when he didn't hesitate in pushing through her right opening.
They'd been fucking for 6 months, and she still wasn't used to the sheer volume of him or the way he filled her completely, stretching her and hitting spots within her she didn't know could be hit.
"Gotta be quiet… be a good little Captain for daddy, then, you can be as loud as you want when we get home," he said, rocking his hips slowly as he worked to stretch her and stimulate her g-spot.
She could only nod as her face grew red in effort to keep her moans and screams inside.
"What do you say?" He asked, increasing his rhythm ever so slightly when she became easier to move in.
"Y-yes daddy," she whispered, unable to stop the floor gates of word vomit now that she'd formed a complete thought. "Yes daddy, yessss… fuck me… please fuck me hard," she begged, a second wind and sudden desire to cum immediately hitting with as much force that could run through her.
"I need to cum…I need to cum... fuck, you turn me on so much, I've been fucking dripping all night," she gasped into his ear when he rested his head on her shoulder to look down at where their joined and pay better attention to her clit.
Oh fuck he's good at that he's good at that that cock is so-
-fucking big oh fuck it's the biggest fucking cock I fuck, I love it and I love him…"
Her string of thoughts had become spoken words without her realizing it, and fed his arousal as his hips slammed into hers, his cock pounded her cervix wall, and his balls slapped deliciously against her, making his eyes roll at the sensation.
"You like daddy's big cock… you always have," he grunted, thumb moving in slow right circles. "Always imagined it. Always imagined being bent over our fucking desks while I fucked you from behind, huh baby?"
"Uh huh… uhng huh uh uh uh uhhhh Elliot I'm gonna ohmygodim… I'm gonna!!!!"
"Gonna what, baby girl?" He growled, feeling her squeeze around him tightly. "Just come?"
She tore apart around him with a low and feral growl that sent him flying with her and her back arching off the wall. "Yesssssssss!!!!"
Ten minutes later, they were back at the bar, preparing to mingle with everyone who was beginning to flock back towards them.
The second she got her glass of wine in hand, she was whisked away by a big wig before shooting an apologetic smile to her date who winked and gave her a dopey grin back, watching her walk away.
Fuck I love her.
It was a moment later that Fin's large hand clapped down on his shoulder and his smirking voice whispered into his ear.
"If you're gonna sneak away for 15 minutes for a quickie, at least make sure her undies are hidden all the way in your pocket," he said, looking ahead and motioning to the bartender as Elliot scrambled to push his fist into his pocket.
"Don't worry, just me, Phoebe, Rollins, and Carisi saw," he added with a laugh as Elliot's face went red.
"That's worse than the commissioner seeing it," he exclaimed quietly as Fin laughed harder, took his drink, and walked off.