The response to this story has been amazing! Sez and I just want to say thank you for all those who took the time to read and, especially, to review! These reviews really make our day. The next 3,000 words are almost completely smut, though, so you have been warned. Oh, and aolurker, please give Clom back so we can do Chapter Six. I need her. XP In return, however, I present this chapter of smut to you as a Christmas present!
Chapter Five:
Breathing heavily, Olivia made her escape as quickly as possible, retreating to the safe haven of the bathroom. Her cheeks were burning with a mixture of humiliation and arousal and she definitely wanted to be away from the group. One more minute in there and she would have either committed a homicide or torn off Alex's clothes and taken her right there on the table. Neither option was appropriate for a family meal. And so she found herself staring in the same bathroom mirror, experiencing a sense of déjà vu as she turned the tap and splashed some cold water onto her face. She definitely needed to cool off.
She shouldn't have been surprised when the door opened after her and then shut again with the very audible click of a lock, but she spun around anyway, staring straight into Alex's blue, blue eyes. Olivia opened her mouth to say something, but was immediately cut off as one hand wound its way into her hair and a very hot, very insistent set of lips covered her own. She moaned.
The kiss was hot, wet, and full of unspoken promises, and Olivia was helpless to resist it or the hands that tweaked the aroused tips of her breasts through the fabric of her dress. Later, Olivia would regret not firing back with a snappy comment, not struggling harder, not resisting as Alex dropped to her knees and dipped her head under the hem of her dress, pulling her panties aside and sliding her tongue deep inside her entrance. "Gah! Aleeex..."
"God, you taste good," Alex moaned, voice slightly muffled by her position. The vibrations made Olivia's knees tremble.
"A-lex...," the brunette panted. Her hand immediately found the back of the blonde's head and the other went behind her to hold onto the counter. When Alex's tongue was on her, the detective found it terribly difficult to keep standing. "Fuck."
"And you didn't want this," she purred, letting her lips brush Olivia's swollen flesh as she formed the words. For a moment, Alex considered teasing, considered asking her to recant her earlier rejection, but seeing Olivia helpless under her lips and tongue was more than worth it.
Apparently, Alexandra Cabot always got what she set her sights on after all.
"I..." Olivia gasped, her fingers tightening reflexively, "I always... want... this... just..." Alex's tongue flicked, fluttering, making the detective lose track of what she was saying. "Oh god."
"Mmmm..." Another flick of Alex's tongue made Olivia shudder. "You were saying."
"I... your father's house... oh ... god... Alex... do that again."
The attorney smiled, peeling apart wet, puffy outer lips to bathe the inner ones with her tongue, covering every sensitive inch of her lover in one broad sweep. Olivia's knees threatened to give out and Alex gripped Olivia's hips with her hands, content just to use her mouth. Just as Olivia's pelvis rocked harder into the torturous touch, she stopped.
"You're right. We are in my parents' house. Maybe this isn't such a good idea..." she said, moving to get up, an evil gleam flashing behind the lenses of her Prada glasses.
Without replying to the remark, Olivia hauled the blonde into her arms, searing their mouths together. She could taste herself on the lawyer's lips, a tang that made her long to do the same to her lover.
"You want this just as much as I do," she growled into the kiss. "I bet if slid my hands in your panties right now, I'd find you soaking."
"Uh... yeah," Alex's head leaned to the side, exposing a long, slender neck. "Oh Jesus." The brunette's teeth bit down and then a tongue soothed. She left no mark, not wanting to rile up the Cabots too much when they emerged.
Momentarily forgetting her own need, she concentrated on whispering promises into the delicate pink shell of the lawyer's ear. "Just remember, you're the one who asked for this," she rumbled deep in her chest as she flipped up Alex's skirt, squeezing past the thin strap of her thong and grazing wet heat.
Alex bucked in her arms, giving a full-body jerk and calling out Olivia's name. This was a surprising turn of events, but not unwelcome. Truthfully, she had pushed Olivia's buttons earlier in the hopes of getting her own "button" pushed, and she wasn't going to complain now. "Shhh... it's too late to stop now, and I don't want anyone to hear us..."
"God, Olivia," Alex panted, overwhelmed by the feeling of Olivia's fingers toying between her legs, stroking expertly in counterpoint to the murmured words against the salty skin of her throat.
Spinning Alex around, Olivia placed her hand under the blonde's ass cheeks, and then lifted her onto the counter. "We have to be quick, baby, but don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." Olivia spread the attorney's legs and pulled her thong out of the way. "Hard and fast, but good."
The lawyer's moan was enough to draw another pulse of wetness from Olivia, convincingly ruining her underwear. She placed two fingers at the hot, moist entrance to her lover, playing with the tender skin there and teasing just a little.
"God, Olivia... Inside, please – take me..."
The detective groaned, complying with the request and sinking deep into willing heat. Who was she to resist such a request from Alex? Overwhelmed by the sensation of her lover's inner walls gripping her fingers, twitching with the shuddering pulses of her building arousal, Olivia let herself forget all of her worries. It didn't matter that they were in a bathroom in the Cabot mansion anymore. All that mattered was Alex, warm and tight and all hers... God, the feeling of being inside her, it was amazing beyond words.
Kissing Alex to swallow her cries, she began a slow, steady rocking motion, building up the rhythm as she continued to thrust deeper and deeper. She tried her best to keep some control, but as she felt heels press into the back of her thighs, legs wrap around her, and fingernails dig into her shoulder blades, she began to lose it a little bit. Her thrusts became a little wilder, pushing a little deeper and drawing slightly sweeter, more desperate moans from Alex.
Breaking her mouth away from the kiss, she mumbled against her lover's lips. "God, I love it when you come, baby. Come for me. Squeeze my fingers, show me how I make you feel."
"Liv..." The gasp was punctuated by an arch into thrusting fingers. "I'm... so... close."
"That's it. Now, sweetheart. I love you..."
Those three words pushed her over the edge, and Alex Cabot experienced what it was like to fly. Falling, falling, her body was consumed with helpless, powerful tremors. Bright spots danced in front of her vision as she stared into soft brown eyes, collapsing against Olivia's heaving chest, listening to her heavy breathing, her pounding heartbeat. She tried to speak, but couldn't even come out with Olivia's name, only a soft whimper as she writhed and twitched around the fingers that still impaled her.
Olivia smiled in satisfaction. Alex might have started this little game, but she had definitely ended it, and it was delicious.
"God damn but you're good at that," she finally gasped.
"Mmm, I like to be good at what I love," Olivia whispered against her lips. "You taste so good." If anything, it was Alex who was surprised when the brunette dropped to her knees, spread the blonde's legs and dipped her tongue in, tasting the literal fruits of her labor.
"Olivia!" Came Alex's gasp.
The detective stood up. "As I said... you taste so good." She leaned in. "Want me to keep going?"
Alex groaned. "I'd love to, but we have to get back to the dinner table..."
Olivia growled, not liking that idea one bit. If they were going to have wild, risky sex in a bathroom, they were damn sure going to make the most of it. They had already taken the risk. Surely a few more minutes wouldn't hurt...
"Alex, no..." Despite Olivia's protests, Alex hopped down off of her perch, tasting her orgasm on Olivia's gorgeous mouth as she leaned in for another deep kiss. All too quickly, she ended it, reaching her hand beneath the detective's dress to caress the warm skin of her leg for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Even so, the feel of bare, burning skin against the pads of her fingers was overwhelming, mostly because that skin belonged to Olivia. She could never get enough of Olivia.
"I think it's my turn to give you a hand... or two..."
The brunette's hips jerked suddenly, responding to the needful tone in Alex's voice. "You said we had to get back..."
"You'll only take a minute, baby, trust me," she said, grazing high enough to feel the wetness trailing down Olivia's thigh.
"Oh... probably quicker than that," the brunette gasped. "God... I need you."
"Mmm... I can tell."
Fingers slid the edge of Olivia's dress up and pulled her panties down past her knees. Not waiting for long legs to be freed, she promptly slid her fingers into Olivia's wetness, pushing over a throbbing, swollen bud.
"Oh ... fuck... Alex..."
"Mmm, you already fucked Alex. Now it's time for Alex to fuck Olivia. How do you want it, baby? Hard and fast, or slow and deep? Tell me how you want it."
"Aaah... fast and hard - god, hard..." Olivia whimpered. The tables had turned. She was still reeling from the switch when Alex's fingers shoved inside of her all the way to the knuckle, filling her, stretching her, teasing and tempting her. She was helpless against the pleasurable assault and collapsed against a mirror on the wall, not noticing the hard surface behind her skull as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her hips bucked, shifting forward, searching for more, more contact, more of anything, more of Alex.
Alex didn't tease. It was too late for that. She curled her fingertips forwards, scraping against the soft, ridged area just inside of Olivia's entrance, the place that made her keen with pleasure and shiver with need. Olivia rolled her hips forward, shuddering with every thrust.
When she felt Alex fall to her knees, lifting the dress with her spare hand and ducking her head down, the brunette groaned. It only took the heat of Alex's tongue on her swollen bud to push her very close to the edge. She felt the rough edge lave her, over and over, pushing her closer as fingers thrust in, a third one added, deep, strong. She mustn't have been the only one enjoying it, because when the blonde moaned, the vibrations were enough to send Olivia spiraling over the edge, biting her hand to keep from crying out.
As Alex continued to ease her through the contractions, Olivia was grounded by the warm, comforting hand rubbing circles on a damp thigh as her tongue and the fingers of her other hand continued to work steadily, coaxing out every last pulse of pleasure. "Oh God, Lex," Olivia panted, completely undone by the swift, violent release. "Oooh God..." she said again, collapsing back against the wall with a groan of pleasure and exhaustion. "I've arrested people for doing this..."
"You've arrested people for making love in bathrooms?" Even though the attorney's words were muffled, Olivia could understand them. Reluctantly, Alex placed one last kiss at the top of Olivia's panties and slid them back into place, ducking out from beneath the detective's dress. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and proceeded to clean them with a happy look on her face, completely mesmerizing Olivia.
"I... Stop, don't do that."
"Why not?" Alex grinned. "I love how you taste."
"Because we already look like two people who had sex in a bathroom, and now I want you to go down on me again... how can I go back to the table both wanting that and looking like I've just had sex?"
The blonde grinned again. "You HAVE just had sex."
Olivia groaned. "That's not the point. The point is that I don't want your father to know that."
"Know what?" Alex said, still enjoying the aftertaste of Olivia on her tongue.
"What?" Olivia asked, noticing the evil gleam in her lover's eye. She was all too familiar with that look, and although she usually liked what it entailed, right now was probably not the best time to be distracted by the blonde's wiles.
"If he doesn't already know, he's gonna know after this..." Alex hiked Olivia's dress up past her waist and began nuzzling at the panties she had settled back in place, ruining them all over again as the detective squeaked in surprise. "I have to taste you again," she mumbled over the fabric, her nose riding against the hard point of Olivia's clit. "Mmmm..." The moan of pleasure in the back of Alex's throat was too much. Olivia let her thighs fall apart, leaving herself open to Alex's sweeping tongue. She was beyond caring. The first orgasm had been intense, but she had a feeling that this one was going to make her see stars.
It took her a few moments of Alex's firm pressure on her hips to understand what the blonde wanted. She whimpered when those amazing lips, that incredible tongue, were taken away for a brief time, but once she was safely ensconced up on the vanity, a tap nudging uncomfortably at the small of her back, she didn't care. Alex's mouth was back, hot and open on her, a tongue making teasing dips and mind-blowing swirls. It appeared that despite their location, Olivia's lover had no intention of making this fast.
"God, I love you."
Alex sighed happily at the confession without stopping the movements of her mouth; scraping her teeth lightly over swollen flesh and making the muscles in Olivia's thighs twitch. Despite her efforts to cling to the edge of the vanity, Olivia found one of her hands tangled in Alex's silky blonde hair, pulling her closer, tighter. The attorney was being a tease, and that was just not acceptable when she was this close to the edge. "Alex," she gasped, trying to pull in desperately needed air as a warm tongue flattened over her folds, stroking upwards and pausing at the crest to savor the taste. "Pleeeease..."
"I love it when you beg," Alex murmured, stopping the long, languid strokes and replacing them with soft, wet kisses that did not give Olivia the pressure or relief she needed.
"Fuck... I'll scream in a minute baby," Olivia moaned. "And not in the right way..."
Alex couldn't help but grin at that, but she gave in. Now really wasn't the time to be making her lover beg, to be teasing. Right now she wanted to taste the soft, warm flesh that would pulse whenever Olivia came one step closer to her climax. She reached a hand up, sliding it under the brunette's shirt until it was cupping a breast, tweaking the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Olivia's breath hitched at the new stimulation and pushed forward, urging her breast closer to Alex's hand, encouraging her to cup its full weight even as she rolled the peak between her fingertips, pinching fairly hard. Alex smiled, enjoying the way it made Olivia twitch against her tongue with small little jumps.
Urging her lover's outer folds apart, she sucked the detective's inner lips into her mouth, bathing them as she sought out the places that would make Olivia scream, whimper, and (eventually) come for her.
For her. She liked the sound of that.
Watching Alex work eagerly between her legs was one of the most erotic things Olivia had ever seen. The way her head dipped to take more of her, the small sounds of satisfaction that fell from her lips, only slightly muffled by her position... it was almost unbearable. Olivia tilted her pelvis up, straining for more contact. This time, Alex gave it to her, lashing hard with her tongue and meeting her stroke for stroke as her hips bucked.
Winding one hand through blonde locks, Olivia tried not to hold on too hard as she let her hips tilt harder. The feelings of pleasure coursing through her were almost orgasmic in their intensity, but she knew she wasn't there yet. When a thumb and finger squeezed her nipple again, almost to the level of pain, she felt it.
Then she saw it.
Stars.
Mind blowing pleasure like a freight train rattled through her, causing her to lash out with her leg and she knew she'd bruise as it hit the wall. It was involuntary, the way her hips bucked, the way her hand tightened in Alex's hair, and the way she drew blood from her lip as she tried not to scream. It didn't prevent the long, almost tortuous moan that managed to escape anyway.
Relishing in the primal, desperate sounds coming from her lover, Alex let Olivia ride out her orgasm, not caring that the grip on her hair was almost uncomfortable, not caring that Olivia's foot had narrowly missed striking her head. The detective was completely unhinged and Alex knew that she couldn't help it. She loved seeing Olivia like this, totally out of control, doing things she never would have imagined doing just a few hours ago and absolutely loving it. It was a powerful feeling, almost like a drug, knowing just how much Olivia wanted and needed her. It made her feel like the most special woman in the entire world.