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Monster

Chapter 5

Olivia shivered as Elliot stood over her naked, clutching her underwear in his hand. His eyes narrow, his gaze hooded, clouded with lust. Olivia swallowed hard her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Elliot looked like he was going to devour her. She clamped her legs together trembling under his heated gaze.

Elliot's eyes roamed the length of Olivia, down her body wet and trembling with anticipation and want. Elliot moved slowly to the bed. He reached down lifting her from under the arms to place her square in the center of the bed. He kneeled on the bed inserting his knee between her legs.

Olivia bit down on lip in anticipation feeling the warmth of his leg, the sprinkling of hair teasing hers. Olivia closed her eyes as Elliot leaned over her. She felt his lips warm and soft against her neck. She felt his other knee insinuate itself between hers than the pressure of his weight driving her thighs completely apart. He pressed against her tightly and Olivia could feel his erection pressing into her abdomen between them. She slipped her arms up and around his neck. Her fingers played along the warm skin there as she arched against him.

Elliot groaned as he rubbed and pressing his naked body firmly against hers. He could feel her tight beaded nipples wet from his mouth rubbing against his chest. He could feel her ribs and the smooth skin of her abdomen as they rocked together. He could not mistake the wetness and the heat radiating off her core. It took everything in him not move the couple of inches it would take to plunge into her. He wanted it more than air; months of foreplay had driven him to the brink but he would not fall not until she did first.

Olivia moaned as Elliot grinded against her over and over keeping his cock strategically on her stomach. Olivia slid her hand down reaching for him as she shimmied her body higher, she needed him inside her.

Elliot lifted his head from her neck as he caught her hand. "Not yet, Liv."

"Yes, now. Please," Olivia whispered breathlessly. "I want you,"

"I need you to be ready," Elliot slipped his hand between her legs. He cupped her bare mound running his fingers over her incredibly soft skin which felt like silk under his hand.

"El, I'm ready," Olivia whimpered at him.

"Shhh, slow down," Elliot cooed at her. "You feel so good,"

Olivia whimpered again as his fingers slipped down, his thumb rubbed softly against her outer lips then he was parting her gently easing his fingers inside her wetness. Olivia spread her legs as Elliot's fingers trailed up and down inside her lips. His fingers circled her opening so soft and gently that Olivia arched up eager for more pressure. "Elliot…"

Elliot groaned as he slipped a lone finger inside feeling her tightness, the way she clenched around him. He stroked in and out slowly staying shallow at first and then venturing deeper. He could feel her grow wetter as her hips began to rock into his hand. Elliot looked down watching his fingers moving in and out of her as her hips pistoned eagerly. She was making little purring noise that had Elliot ready to explode. He worked in a second finger and was rewarded with a long moan. "Yeah, you like that baby?" Elliot whispered looking down at her face contorted in pressure.

"God, yes. Put it in deeper, please El." Olivia begged.

Elliot curled his fingers and plunged them in deeper fighting to wedge them in because she was so fucking tight. He searched her inner walls, growling when he felt it that soft spongy tissue. He rubbed hard and fast feeling her muscles tighten unbelievably tight on his hand.

Olivia's eyes flew open as Elliot relentlessly fucked her with his fingers. "El…Oh God! El! Yes! There! Oh God!" Olivia screamed as Elliot rubbed harder and harder until she felt it the cusp and the crash. She arched almost violently against his hand.

Elliot groaned pulling his fingers slowly out. They were wet, glistening with her fluids. His mouth practically watered with the urge to suck the juices off. He grunted quickly moving downward.

Olivia cried out as Elliot's mouth covered her, his tongue eagerly sucking and lapping at her. She raised on her elbows watching him eating at her. She moaned as she saw him rubbing his cock with the hand that had been inside her spreading her wetness on his cock. He lifted up his mouth wet from her his eyes locked on hers. Olivia gasped at how quickly he moved over her.

Elliot growled situating himself again on top of her but this time aligning their groins. His dick rubbed against her bare mound before Elliot reached down maneuvering himself into her wetness. He rubbed his cock up and down against her wet core before pulling back his hand. "Liv…baby…I need…" Elliot choked out.

Olivia's hands cupped his face. "Elliot, yes, please I need you inside me."
Elliot groaned he thrust forward feeling the head of his cock push inside past the muscular ring of tissue protecting her entrance. Elliot cursed under his breath as her body molded around his. He pushed in a little further, grunting unable to stop himself. "Oh fuck, oh god, oh so, tight, so fucking tight," Elliot cried out as he worked his way into her tightness. "Oh god, it feels so fucking good inside you."

Olivia planted soft kisses along Elliot's neck, gasping a little at the burn and stretch as he worked his way inside her. He was big, long and wide. Olivia nipped at his neck as he rocked into her. "Elliot.."

"Oh, Livia. Oh god, Olivia," Elliot continued to chant as his cock was further enveloped in her hot, tight, wetness. Elliot sought out her mouth nudging her head from his neck, he captured her lips. He plunged his tongue inside her hot, sweet mouth as he pushed in the finally inches.

Olivia gasped into his mouth as Elliot fully seated himself inside her. Olivia felt him start to move and her body tightened frighteningly quick. Her eyes flew open. Elliot was moving fast and deep, each thrust rubbing against a deep particular sweet spot that Olivia never even knew existed. She arched her hips and spread her legs as far apart as possible, her hands quickly slipped to his ass. She clutched and clung to him as he rocked her into oblivion. "I am going to cum," Olivia cried helplessly. "El!"

Elliot looked down in shock feeling her inner muscles jerk than spasm on his cock. Elliot gritted his teeth together; it felt so fucking good, her muscles squeezing his cock saturating him with her fluids. Elliot pushed through the clenching and tightness, moving harder and faster. "God! God! Oh God! I can't …too good! Oliviaaa!" Elliot screamed her name as he slammed into her spilling his fluids over and over deep inside her body.

The next morning, George Huang found himself in front of room two twelve in Mercy's psychiatry ward. He took a nice deep breath before pushing open the door. "Hi, Jessie."George said.

"Dr. Huang," Jessie smiled at him reaching forward and taking the flowers from his extended hand. She dropped her head to the flowers inhaling their scent deeply.

"It is George, Jessie." George corrected her. After all they should be on a first name basis after being held by a serial killer together. George smiled at the young woman.

Jessie smiled back sitting down on the bed beside her suitcase. "George," she said softly.

"Are you ready?" George asked.

She nodded quietly her hand reaching up to her short pixie strands. "As ready as I am going to get,"

George did not miss the big circular bruises on her hand where she had been nailed to the wall. "That is a pretty honest answer,"

"Always be honest with your shrink," Jessie winked at him.

"I am not your psychiatrist, Jessie. I am your friend." George said softly.

"I know, George." Jessie said. "I am so glad."

George joined her on the bed taking her hand. He sat while they waited for her family to pick her up. George hung around after Jessie left with her family. He walked out of the room to hear two nurses chattering about their patient in two thirteen.

"She is part of a special victim's case,"

"Yeah, well they won't get anything out of her. She is special. All kinds of crazy."

George frowned at their discussion, guessing this was the case Olivia had shared with him briefly last night. George walked over to the room. He knocked before entering, freezing when he did.

"He took him." The girl said her voice slow and deliberate as she stood in front of George looking wild, her blonde hair going in every direction, her eyes crazed and red.

"Who?" George whispered.

She started laughing and pointed at the wall. "The boogeyman,"

George's eyes widen as now noticed the crayon drawing of a disfigured man covering the entire wall.