Undercover chapter 3

Warning: sexually explicit material, rated M

She stands there looking trapped, her eyes actually darting from him to the door and for a moment he thinks she's going to bolt. Then it occurs to him as it probably did her, that it's the middle of the night, this is her apartment and she's half dressed. All reasons not to be running from the building. Her mother's voice is resounding in her head, playing an old recording of doubt, reminding her that she isn't worthy of this, that she will never be good with anyone. Monogamy is not in her genetics, not on either side, so she's not even capable of an actual relationship. She can't do this. Why did she ever think she could?

Elliot watches her expression as she mentally struggles to find him an answer. He walks up to her, stopping when he is so close if she takes a deep breath they'd be touching. The scent of him fills her and she feels herself grow damp. In her mind Elliot is the scent of sex and pure raw desire and the sense that this powerful man is about to leap causes her womb to pulse.

"Liv, look at me. Tell me what you learned while you were gone. Was it harder to leave the job, or me?" She looks into his eyes, a cavernous blue so intense it feels like a touch moving under her clothes. She raises her hand and places it on his chest; she can feel the vibration of his heart pounding through her palm and up to her fingertips. Everything inside her becomes silent, the warning alarms, her mother's voice and every argument she has ever given herself for not doing this with him. She can hear herself breathing, or maybe it's him, she isn't sure. She entertains the possibility that it's both of them as she slowly moves her hand up over the solid feel of him to the rough caress of his neck.

Elliot understands that this has to be her decision because for her it's not just about a relationship with him. Her hand on his chest is the first time she has ever touched him with an intent outside those the State of New York would find acceptable. Six months ago that thought would have panicked him but he's survived being without her on the job so he has nothing to lose and everything to gain. She spreads her fingers and moves her hand over his chest, her baby finger swipes over his nipple as she makes her way to his neck. He is sure his dick has turned to stone and he hasn't even kissed her yet. She turns her eyes back to his and the smoldering desire swirling in their dark depths draws him toward her. Her hand presses the back of his neck in a subtle urging and he brushes his lips against hers. The small touch inspires her into motion and she presses her self into him and kisses him.

His lips are softer than she expected and after just a second he responds to her. She slides her tongue along his lip and he opens to her, tasting her as she strokes his tongue and sinks into him. She tilts her head and deepens the kiss, her pace increasing, her mouth sucking, nipping his lips, her tongue thrusting against his. The flames burst between them and the heat is searing down the front of her and pooling between her thighs. She leans back for air and takes that second to tug his hoodie up his torso, he helps her pull it over his head and drops it to the floor. He dips back toward her but she already has his t-shirt half way up so he complies and raises his arms, letting her take it from him.

The second kiss is all his, he slides a hand into her hair and closes his fist, holding her, owning this moment with her. He slants his lips and dips his head, feasting on the taste of her, increasing in depth and intensity, pulling back to suck softly on her bottom lip or nip it's edges before tasting some more. Her head is spinning and when he moves his other hand to her lower back and presses her hips against his erection she thinks she may cum. She moans as he pushes into her, and she tips her hips up and back, grinding her lips along the outline of his cock. Something like a growl comes from his chest. Her hands stroke over his shoulders, across his back and down as far as she can reach, she sinks her nails in on the way back up and his body arches against her.

She pulls away from his mouth, she wants to lie down, and she wants to feel the weight and power of him without restraint, above her, in her. His hands keep moving, around her waist now, across the soft skin of her abdomen and up to the tender flesh under her breast. He brushes his finger tips over her breast before holding her nipple and brushing his thumb over top of it. He watches the flat muscles across her abdomen tighten and release as he touches her and smiles a slow sexy grin. She undoes his jeans and pushes them down, pausing at his thighs to raise her arms as he peels her shirt over her head. He stomps his feet to get out of his jeans and sneakers, toeing his socks so that he is now completely naked. When he looks up she is standing in her underwear smiling at him and his eyes move slowly over her. Her beauty makes him ache in a familiar place built from hours of watching her. He steps to her and hooks his thumbs in the sides of her bottoms, squatting in front of her as he pulls them down. The top of her thighs and the underwear are damp with her arousal for him and her skin glistens in the dim light.

"Jesus Christ Liv." His voice is so low she can feel its rough edges and it blends with his touch as he smoothes his hands up her legs, letting each curve fill his palm. He slowly stands, easing his hand between her thighs over the soft curls where her lips have slightly parted in anticipation of his touch. She closes her eyes and as he strokes into her fold, into the hot depth of her she moans, tipping her head back. He puts a hand around her waist and presses lightly on her clit making her knees go weak and her weight shift against him.

"Bed El. Let's get into bed." It's as much of a coherent thought as she is capable of forming. He reluctantly pulls his fingers from inside her and then smiles as he puts them in his mouth and sucks her juice from them. He realizes at that moment he will never taste enough of her to satisfy his hunger. She takes his hand and walks the few steps, pulling back the cover and climbing in without hesitation. She feels the mattress dip behind her and he is there as she turns. Elliot Stabler, her partner and friend of eight years is climbing naked into bed with her. Elliot. She turns toward him and he is on his side, his elbow propping his head up so he can look at her. He leans down and kisses her softly, as though they have all the time in the world, as though his cock is not poking into her side with solid urgency. She strokes her fingers down his cheek and along his jaw, trails the pad of her finger over his lips. She touches him like he's alien to her, moving her hands over his muscled chest, pressing into the firm plains and tracing her fingertips along the ridges. She moves her mouth down, opening her lips and gliding her tongue over him, grazing the ridges of her teeth across his nipple and then licking the same spot as he hisses air into his lungs.

She curls her fingers around the thickness of his cock and a rush of warmth and wetness blooms between her thighs in response. He's big and she knew that, his attitude alone would have told her, but they were partners for eight years, she had seen flashes of the bulge his body created. She slides her hand up and down the length of him and then her fingers find the drop at the head. She swipes it off, bringing up her hand and sucking the finger into her mouth. Elliot groans loudly and grabs her wrists, in one fluid motion he rolls onto her and pins her arms next to her head. She has the suddenly feeling she has awakened a lounging beast. The shear size of him, the expanse of his chest and arms above her suggests a dominance he does not have to assert.

He kisses her and the time for play and exploring is over. His mouth claims hers, takes what he wants even though she is giving it all willingly. He moves down her neck and sucks a path to her pulse where his lips pause and his tongue flicks to match the rhythm. She is moaning against him and nipping at his neck and shoulder as he moves, rocking her hips up against him. He travels down the front of her leaving a slippery pink trail as he reaches her breast. She pulls her hands but he holds them and lifts his head, he looks at her eyes glassy with desire and yearning, she nods slightly. He dips back down, his mouth moving over and around her breasts, back and forth between them, sucking the skin, nipping the edges but not touching her tightly pebbled nipples. She squirms beneath him pushing her body, trying to force the contact she so desperately wants. She drops her knees out to the side and tilts her hips up, rubbing down his cock with the moisture from her pussy. He cries out softly and pulls the nipple of her breast with his teeth before sucking it firmly into his mouth. He is relentless on the sensitive tight nub of flesh and she rocks hard against his cock, crying out his name. If she had the breath she'd beg him and just as she thinks that, she feels him release her hands and lift his hips, the smooth head of his cock sliding between her lips to the first hint of resistance. She pushes up a little and bites her lower lip against the pinch, grabbing onto his shoulders and pressing her fingers into his flesh. She pushes a little more and he waits for her to adjust. He doesn't want to move, as her body stretches over him, tight and molten hot, it's all he can do to keep from cuming. He kisses her neck and around her ear in soft wet kisses. She slides her hands under and around to his ass, his cheeks are clenched to rock hard and she pulls him into her, spreading her knees wider and wiggling her hips as she takes in the base of him and feels his belly pressing into hers. Elliot's trembling with the need to start moving, to feel her around him in motion, with friction. She draws herself off him some and then pushes back and he gasps loudly in her ear. She lightens her grip on his ass and she feels his muscles flex under her hands as he pulls slowly out and sinks back into her. He moves again with the same agonizing slowness, in and back.

"Elliot." Her voice is really just a breath of disbelief. He lifts and pushes in a little harder this time.

"Oh god, Liv." Soon he's going to have to move, he can't bear the intensity of this much longer without bursting inside her. He pulls slowly all the way out, feeling every flutter of her walls as they fold around him and then rocks back into her. He hears her whimper as she pushes up to meet him. He can't hold on so he begins to move, increasing his speed coming up hard against her as she raises her hips to his rhythm.

She's pulling on his ass, a steady moaning sound hums from her lips. He slips his arm under her knee and moves it up on the bed, coming up onto his knees at a low angle he let's himself go. His hips rocket against her, slamming into her depths, his other hand moves above her shoulder to keep her from sliding away from him, her hands are wound around his neck, her fingers pressed into him, holding on tightly. He feels her back arch up hard, her muscles slamming around his cock as she hammers her hips into his, a sound so sexual careening from her he explodes as he hears it. He pushes into her, his thighs tighten, his shoulders rise up and his hips lock against hers as he pumps himself into her. She can feel the heat of him emptying into her belly and her body continues to clench, the orgasms overlapping and shooting down her limbs, her muscles in spasm around his cock. She stays pressed into him and he rhythmically descends with her, slowing each stroke as they settle. He has let her leg go and wrapped himself tightly around her and the pressure of him feels good against her, safe. His chest is still heaving for breath and his leg is twitching against hers. She curls her legs around his and wraps her arms around his body waiting for the rushing in her ears to subside, the spots behind her eyes, the trembling in her limbs. Her entire body is still vibrating from the feel of him. He is feathering kisses down her neck, knowing that if he's afraid of what just exploded between them, she has to be. He's still inside her and he can feel her body occasionally pulse around him.

He wraps his arms fully around her and rolls them over and she yelps in surprise. She is now curled over him, her head on his chest and he pulls the blanket over their cooling bodies. She squeezes her inner muscles around his resting penis and he chuckles beneath her. Her body temp has shifted and she's getting warm against him and under the blanket so she shoves it off and suddenly sits up. She tips her head back and shakes out her hair.

"It's hot in here El. Do you want something to drink?" He is staring at her, just staring. "Elliot, what's the matter?" She calm but there's an undertone of concern.

"You're so beautiful."

She leans over and kisses him softly, "don't make me think I fucked you senseless." Before he can respond she has eased off him and is headed down the hall, flashing him a wide smile over her shoulder. The length of her muscular back and her perfect ass receding down the hall is almost enough to make him get up and follow her.

He closes his eyes for a moment and stretches in her bed when his foot hits something. Reaching under the covers he pulls out her cell phone with the charging cord attached and with a curious expression lays it on the nightstand. He lays back, tucking his arms under his head and breathing in the scent of them from the bed.

She reappears in the door and leans against the frame. "I'm starving, do you want something?" Her eyes are drawn to the movement as his cock stirs against his belly. She smiles and walks over to the bed, where he is now flashing a seductive grin. Like some kind of magic trick, the closer she gets the harder he becomes. She is laughing softly by the time she is standing next to him. "Well apparently you do."

tbc...