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Olivia leaves a distance between them and places the little bottles beside them creating a barrier of plastic. Vodka, tequila and whisky. Whatever she could grab is now in a pile between their bodies.
He waits for her to crack the small bottle of tequila and downs half of it in one swig before continuing.
"Have you masturbated with a partner watching?" He says in a quiet muted breath. She sips at the rest of the liquid left in the bottle before downing the rest.
"Yes," Olivia looks over at him, licks her lips and looks down at his mouth. Maybe it's out of habit or maybe it's just her awaiting his answer. His eyes close briefly before he looks down at the phone. Not knowing where to place the image of being able to watch her be intimate with herself.
His mind is so filled with so many of her secrets, so many questions and desires he has had around her and the mystery that surrounds her consumes him.
"No..." he shakes his head and moves on to the next question.
"How do you prefer to masturbate?" His mouth is watering but he can barely formulate the ability to swallow.
This is so personal, there are no secrets between them now. This is their turning point both professionally and personally.
"The shower…sometimes in my bed.." She admits with a heavy breath.
"Porn...pics on the internet..." he mumbles out and keeps checking off the questionnaire as he scrolls.
"Listen you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to...it's not too late to..." she stops him and for the first time in minutes, their eyes lock.
"We have to be on the same page. We can't slip up if they end up questioning us, if we get accepted entry..." she can't stop talking now that she's started she feels so wired and on edge. He nods in agreement and continues reading and talking.
"1-3 times a week, 3-5 times a week or 5-7 are the options"... He reaches between them with his free hand and grabs a mini bottle of whisky and swigs it back in one pull before tossing it on the bed behind them.
"The first option..." she mutters quietly. The quick drink and the bluntness of how deeply person this is shakes her. Makes her feel warm all over.
"I'm the last one.." he hands her the phone and takes another bottle between them, this one he doesn't crush in one go. She feels fucking hot just thinking of him touching himself every night or maybe it's every morning.
She wonders if she ever crossed his mind in all these years when his hand was bringing him the relief he needed. If her body or her words had ever brought him to his knees in those intimate moments.
Has her perfume ever stayed on him long acted he she'd his clothes after being in the car with her all day? Did that sweet citrus floral smell ever follow him into the shower where he climaxed to the thought of her?
She has the phone right now and looks down at the next block of questions and begins reading out loud before her head can run any further into the unknown.
"Have you ever been in a threesome, if so what was the dynamic?" Olivia asks as she looks down at her phone. A very palpable wave of sexual energy smothers her. She doesn't ever remember being this turned on or this absolutely overwhelmed.
"I was under but it was an associate of mine you could say, and he was in my crew for years. Well him and I...we..." Olivia can't breathe, her hands are completely still, she isn't even breathing until he finishes, he is so different than who she knew but she questions if she even knew him at all.
"Two of us took turns on a regular where I worked, she begged us for months.." Olivia is now speechless at his truth. At how far this is from the Catholic married father she knew for so long. "We were all drinking one night and she came to the back of our bar one night..."
The years between them are so contrasting and she is so turned on by the idea of this when she wants to feel shocked, repulsed even. She wants to feel disgusted in him for being that type of man, for being so far from the man she knew and even once idolized. But what she really wants is to be disgusted with herself in being this turned on, this envious of some strange woman getting such a raw and untamed version of that man she knew, or thought she knew so well.
But that's not the case, she can barely cross her legs and feels a numbness overtake her in ways that are only amplified by her second bottle of tequila.
"That wasn't me before, not sure it was me now but you should know if we are going all in with this..." he looks embarrassed for the first time in his life, shy maybe a better emotion for her to place this all under. She wishes she could tell him she's actually turned on. That the idea of two men worshipping her from head to toe is a fantasy she's always had and that idea of it including Elliot and knowing the experience he has is sending her so close to the edge.
Elliot and another man - one she knows was connected to the underworld in Italy and they took turns on some woman. She can't quite let her mind go there the idea of Elliot and a man that would perhaps share a similar body type or alpha attitude as him ravaging her body together. Taking turns on filling her and kissing her. She can barely swallow when he asks her the same question she asked him and has to repeat himself to snap him out of it.
"Yes, I did in college. Another girl and her boyfriend. We had a class together and he wanted to see us together. I had a crush on him and she had one on me..." Elliot's hands are now folded in his lap as he looks over at her from the corner of his eye. Smirking as he thinks of a young Olivia with that perfectly smooth skin and dark, dark hair and piercing eyes. Brought into bed by another woman, but all he wants to know if that prick at the time knew how lucky he was to be a witness and participant to Olivia's experimental phase.
"Oral- giving or receiving?" She pauses and waits for him. She feels so uncomfortable at how blunt this is. At what they are revealing.
However, Elliot couldn't be more different in this moment. Quick to answer he says giving which shocks her and makes her want to be on another planet. She has to answer him back and she has to be honest. She isn't sure she is ready for that.
"Don't mind receiving but I get off more I think from giving.." He adds in, he is drinking another bottle this time he picks tequila after smelling is on her lips.
"Not really something I ever really focused on, it was never a big thing in past relationships and I never did that with...anyone I wasn't with.." she has never felt so small around him, so anxious and she wants to sink into the bed and be swallowed whole. She can't believe she is saying this. She hears him groan softly as her rearranges how he is sitting on the bed.
"Giving or receiving?" He whispers out, the phone is turned over - neither one of them can have the distraction of the LED glow.
"I guess receiving but it was never really the thing that…that got me there.." She closes her eyes and sighs out loud. She can't believe she is admitting this to him. That she doesn't have to add detail or justify her answer that could have been simple but they are both unraveling now. Disclosing absolutely everything.
"Cassidy didn't cut it?" He blurts out before thinking and finishes the tequila in a gulp.
She wants to crawl away but instead she's fumbling her way towards it. Towards the truth, towards his secrecy and revealing it all.
"He tried and it wasn't terrible..." she mutters and crosses her legs causing her dress to rise, his gaze follows the movement leading to the material on her thighs. He doesn't poke at that, he watches he click off receiving and hands him back the phone.
"Have you ever filmed yourself having sex or sent photos?" She nods and he checks off yes for his as well, just adding to the list of her surprises.
"Porn preferences?" Elliot feels his hands sweat at where this is all going. How fantasy and reality are so close to him now in every single sense.
"Curvy women...brunettes with big..." he stops himself and looks over at her before switching the questioning on her. "What about you? What do you get off to?" He says softly and seriously. It's making her ache deeply.
"Ah...umm.. maybe a story. I'm not one for videos of... I'd rather read about it. Something to the point...erotic" she is feeling the redness coming back over her. The warmth of how sexual and personal this is to be disclosing after all these years.
He opens another bottle and can't help but think about her fingertips slippery, her body so turned on and in tune with her imagination. Book in one hand and the other inside her underwear. He moves on the bed and sits further away from her than what he intended.
"Favorite sex toy to use solo or with partner?" He whispers out.
"Vibrator….there's one with a remote and…I had a partner that was really into it, very intense…" She stops herself and smooths down her skirt, pulling it down and bringing his eyes down to her body, following her hands. Wishing he could lift the very same fabric she is pulling.
"Top three positions - Most romantic, the quickest to orgasm and one you never tried but want to?" He asks her before tossing the phone over between them joining the empty bottles now there.
His hands holding his head up, he looks frustrated, overwhelmed and turned on. He looks so visibly aroused with where this is all going and how his body is reacting.
"Oh God…I don't know how to answer this…" she stops and confesses with shaking hands as she smooths over the wrinkle on her dress again, her hands nervously moving slowly.
"Do you want to stop? I'm sorry this is making you uncomfortable.." He says softly reaching for her hand, giving it a light squeeze.
She shakes her head and squeezes his hand back. Their eyes meeting in an act of comfort, in unity with each other.
"Most romantic, quickest or most powerful orgasm, and what you would want to try..." he says to her as he flips the phone over and looks at its simple casing like it could unlock an alternate portal. His hands are planted on his lap now and she thinks she knows why.
"Probably missionary, quickest..um...me on top... and what I would want to try? I've never been picked up before..." she says quietly, softly and sounding so incredibly aroused she sounds pained.
They are so far away from who they once were it is unstoppable now.
"Missionary for most passionate...quickest is doggy style and um...being out of control, where I'm not the one calling the shots maybe.." it's her turn to grab for a bottle between them as she cracks it open and sips.
"Hair pulling or spanking?" He asks her and turns to look at her, nodding at him softly. She reaches for the phone and he can tell from the glow on her face that she is blushing. "I like the hair pulling too.."he adds in and only adds to the red heat spreading across her beautiful face.
"Anal?" She asks and looks down at the phone not looking up at him. "I have in the past but not a requirement or part of my regular sex life," he adds before turning the question on her. She shakes her head no before her eyes lock on the tripod and light set up in front of them, not knowing how this night will end or where is the limit for them.