So I re-did the last chapter of this story (that I had already finished a long time ago) and in doing so I did one last chapter (coming after this one) and then it will be the end for real. Or so I think! As always no beta just vibes!

Thanks to anyone that has enjoyed this little crackfic.

She doesn't even remember how they left the party or the exact time when, but she just knew what his signal was and it was time to go; his eyes told her that their time was up and she didn't even question his grip on the inside of her arm guiding her to the double set of doors leading away from the party.

When they had first arrive at the hotel he barely said a thing to her, his face stone and his movements stoic before they got to the elevator with him staying two steps behind her. She just wants to get inside and figure out what the fuck just happened, or better yet where do they go from here but fate decides for them and the time is now. The time to explode, to unravel and devour all that's been tucked away so safely for so long is here; while they have started to explore each other and their own brand of sexual musings wrapped up underneath a case that never was there is so much left between them regardless of where they just were or the actions leading up to tonight that brought them there.

There are decades between them holding their emotions hostage with so many tiny touches leading up to the explosion and it all starts the second she unlocks the room door with a shaking hand; immediately he spins her around so that her back is no longer turned towards him, rather that she is face to face with him with nowhere to turn her gaze from. He grabs her by the chin and puts his tongue inside her mouth but this time there is not one iota of what they thought was a case clouding his reasoning; she can also feel him pressing hard and long poking against her hip. With hands on her ass and his lips moving down her neck he leads the way and after all these years it feels just as she thought it always would and more but its the reality of it all that has her turning into a puddle in his arms because of course it's him pushing her back onto the crisp king size bed and working his own buttons and belt off as she kicks off her shoes and just takes in the view. She pushes herself up on her elbows in a dress a size too small after too much time spent in shoes way too tall she kicks off before propping herself back up on the bed as he works the final two buttons of the bottom of his shirt off.

"Maybe I wanted you to keep them on," he smirks quietly and then stops himself when he gets to his belt, now free from his shirt and jacket long regarded and tosses back on the small love seat facing the bed.

"That what you are into? I didn't see any foot fetish comments on your questionnaire."

This gets the smirk off his face and has him working his own belt free from the loops.

"There's a lot that wasn't covered" He runs his large eager hands up her bare thigh peeking out from the slip of her dress as he touches everywhere besides the throbbing wet heat waiting for him between her legs.

What else wasn't covered? She breathes out not even sure if he can hear her over his own heavy breathing and hers. She feels nervous at that, and turned on that perhaps after everything they shared that the reality of all she doesn't know could swallow her whole.

"What are you into?"

He laughs and pulls her by the ankle dragging her down the bed in three quick pulls so that her feet are nearly touching the floor at the end of the bed.

"Well what I'm not into is this dress anymore."

"Not a fan?"

"Not anymore."

Then his hands spread her legs and go to lift the dress up over her head to reveal her perfect large bouncing breasts. Perky heavy round mounds peaked by hardened dark nipples.

While he had everything but a taste at the party this was not the same touch or experience. There was no designer dress or French lingerie attempting to conceal her body. She had drove him insane at the party; one minute she was on his lap with his hands up under her dress with her nearly bare ass in his hands in front of a room full of strangers as he kissed her neck and thrusted up into her covered wet center and the next moment they are in a dim lit room with large candles covering nearly every surface that wasn't being used for fucking and swanky lounge chairs, one of which he lets her ride him on with her panties and his pants between them as they kissed in a room full of strangers. It wasn't so much all that that got her going but the sighs she would hear when she continued to move slowly on him while he brushed her hair off her neck, planting kisses along it on the path back up to her lips.

To say they were lost in this back at the party was an understatement. She lost all ability to reason and compartmentalize the minute he kissed on her neck and moaned Jesus Christ's name under his breath at that damn party. That was for her, because of her and just her. This wasn't the act or the mission this was him unraveling in the atmosphere of sex and passion without any rules.

He nearly lost himself in her sounds, and her touch and her delicate perfume and curvy body in his hands but the stark reality that there might be eyes on them would always pull him out of it no matter how hard it was. His nature was always to protect her but with her smiling into his mouth when he positioned her almost directly against his bulge, it was then she went to reach for his belt but then she felt him still.

This was work after all and he had just told her before she went to kiss him again that the main operation was actually in Miami and he had a contacts name for the agent he was helping. It was then that she snapped out of it and it brought her back down to earth because they didn't technically have to be here still. It was out of their jurisdiction and not at all what they anticipated it to be.

She had let him feel her up through the thin fabric of her dress and have his hand palm her ass for the entirety of the night as they watched closely together a room full of strangers fuck with his hot breath on her neck, his hands squeezing hers; all the tiny touches that were meant just for her. She was soaked since the minute she watched his hands touch her lingerie weeks back when they first took this on and now she felt uncomfortable and suffocated by everything she wants to give him but now with his hands pushing his pants down to reveal himself hard and long against the strained material of his briefs she doesn't know what to expect from him, or what he expects from her.

She wasn't exactly vanilla and always explored her sexuality with ease and confidence, but voyeurism wasn't ever a thing for her, hell porn wasn't really her thing outside of one or two clips she found herself rewatching during more desperate times which called for assisted measures but this was worlds away from that.But at the party it was reality live in the flesh and Elliot seemed into it, shit - she was into it even if she didn't express it to him or even herself really. Women together, men, both; all of them together. She had never seen anything like it in her entire life.

The sounds of moaning and bodies meeting, slapping and rubbing together wildly. The eyes from behind masks peering over at them. The men fucking women bent over at the waist but holding eye contact with her. The women walking by Elliot and grabbing at him, licking lips and winking at him but now he is all hers, finally.

"Think you could just bounce around in that dress all night long huh?" And just like that all the talking and teasing comes to a halt and before she can make a quip back he dips his head down and puts her breast in his mouth while his free hand palms as much of her as he can leaving her speechless while his hand travels down from her breast to the softness of her belly stopping before he gets to the black thong she's wearing and slowly starts to pull down.

Before she can even say anything back he pulls his mouth away from her wet nipple, both glossy and hard from his tongue and he kisses his way down her body. She tries holding on to his face to stop him or get a hold of whats happening but he doesn't let her and theres just so much of him. His big shoulders between her legs and his strong arms pinning her legs spread wide before he finally grants himself a taste and he groans into her the second his tongue gets a sweet taste of her with nothing in between them with his tongue buried inside of her deep. He's moaning into her as he rubs his face against her, inhaling her, kissing her and then begins to fuck her soul out with his tongue ever so wide and so,so giving.

He licks his lips and pulls back just far enough to watche himself finger her while he taunts her with his words by using his hands and mouth to bring her to the edge and just when she is right there he pushes her further, dangling on her peak - he doesn't let her plateau but he forces her body to explode.

"That's my girl, that's my girl…" he moans as she clutches on to the bed sheets, his hands holding her down so hard she knows she will be marked in the morning.

Everything is wet. Her body, his face, his hands, her thighs, her belly, his belly and then she looks down and sees the wetness on the front of his underwear she knows she wasn't the only one that reached her climax.While his touch destroyed her it's the words he said after unraveling her that have her reeling in her afterglow as she now makes her way into the shower in the aftermath of his touch. She can feel his eyes watching her naked body move to the bathroom and any insecurity or doubts she had are gone, she can hear him moving around and hears the soft humming of the fan.

She wanted his eyes on her at that party and now his blue eyes are locked on her as he turns on the faucet to the large glass shower and she doesn't even turn to face him but rather leaves the door open and opens her eyes under the stream of the hot water to look at his hard chiseled frame from the intensity of his eyes to his skin marred by scars and ink, she can't believe what she is looking at.

His cock is half hard already, so soon after coming with her back in the room with his tongue between her legs so she lets enjoy this finally, her eyes take in the thick curly dark hair that's now jet black in the water and trailing down to every single dominating inch of him is. She can't even move right now she feels dizzy and out of her head.

She wants to surpass any ideas he may have had as her as a colleague, as a friend because what she's about it do is her as a woman, and the side of herself she's never fully explored. She wants to be able to just give in and let him do whatever he wants because she needs to put the remaining bit of her self control in his clenched fists right now because she knows what's on the other side of submitting to him. The bliss, the protective nature and combined release they will finally have. She wants his peak to be inside her body with no limits now. It only feels right.

"Did you think I just have an endless limit of restraint and patience? Did you think me seeing you practically…"

He trails off not even being able say it, not when his eyes can't stop staring at her completely naked.

"I seen what you were staring at, you wanted to be on your knees at that party didn't you?"

His gaze settles on her belly before lowering to look between her legs. He closes his eyes and grabs at his shaft, giving it a single squeeze as his eyes hesitantly pull away. "It was fun playing with you there but thats where it ends. I would fucking kill for you get it?" He is totally hard now and muttering his words out between strokes and he has clusters of veins protruding everywhere; all over his arms, his neck, his hands and his thick dick.

She steps into the spray to move closer to him and he's all hands and tongue and hard muscles and cock. She sees stars when she feels his thickness curved up against the middle of her thighs.

She would drop to her knees in an instant if it wasn't for his grab on her elbows. If he only knew it was all she thought about at that party. Her fantasies alternated between pleasuring him with her mouth in front of the room full of strangers or having him go down on her while men watched, touched themselves to her withering body. She doesn't confess that because as much as the party was the ultimate in lesson in temptation and so many untamed sexual encounters - this was what she fantasizes about. Just him.

Elliot wet from the water just staring down at her breasts before licking his lips and leaning down to suck one hard nipple into his wet hot mouth before moving to the other.

"Did you think that at that party that I wouldn't want to do this to you...to your body..."

He's destroying her and she knows there is not going back because nothing is left there. They have ended whatever the past versions of them were the minute he accepted this assignment that ended up leading them to this road.

"I can't hold back anymore, I don't want to."

She shakes her head in unison and closes her eyes under the spray of the water as she tips her head back because she doesn't want him to do that with her, she wants this just as bad as him, she feels suffocated with need. With his hand holding the side of her face, they are face to face now with barely a few inches between lips.

"You really were as sweet as I imagined. You want me to take it easy on you?"

He's talking about how strong and un-relentless the force of his hands were with his fingers and tongue working inside of her in the seconds before she dripped all over him, all over them.

She can't say shit because she can't lie, not to him and not with this situation. God does she ever want it. Him over top of her drilling her into the mattress with his big hard muscular body driving over and over into her body with all that he has.

"I want it to hurt..." she whispers barely out loud but she's becoming totally undone.

"Oh you aren't walking tomorrow, don't kid yourself, sweetheart."

She feels herself go numb in between her legs and he puts his hands over her thighs and smirks looking at the juncture between her legs and then back up to her face. He's not giving in yet no matter how hard he wants to touch and taste that sweet warm, wet spot of hers again.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this."

This stills her -the confession to all that was once silent.

"For so, so long…"

His admittance to the attraction that he buried. All these years later is not only confirmed but called out to her face. That he is going to push her limits of pleasure and pain and it all makes her throb in the same places.

He's going to destroy her and she knows it and wants it and craves it but is very scared of it. Of him. She also remembers in the profile questions they had to answer to and how he yearned to be controlled because it was something he failed to have done to him in the past with his sex life.

He grabs the soap and starts washing her, kissing her and drops the soap almost right away and keeps touching and tasting as he goes.

"Tonight…at the party, I couldn't tell if you wanted to be watched or keep watching…what made you wet?" He opens her with his slippery fingertips and sighs into the air when he feels that immediate and now familiar wetness coat him.

Both she thinks but settles on simplicity.

"You" she says and it stills him this time.

"You think about me when you are all alone?" She nods without much hesitation.

"When you come in the shower and you need to get off what do you do?"

She's not embarrassed just a bit shy despite the fact that he had made her body explode and orgasm in a way it never had, that his mouth brought her pleasure like she's never ever been able to express before, that they just came back from some sort of exclusive sex party together but now all that he's thinking about are her answers aon the profile for the app and that this is where she does it. He knew that under the water and in the privacy of the shower which has always all alone, until now.

"You know what…"

While talking was never a strong suit for them it seems like now nothing but his impressive cock between them now he wants to talk.

"I don't…show me..tell me"

She hugs him with her arms around his neck, her bare breasts and smooth naked body up against his.Leaning her cheek against his she can't barely make it past a whisper.

"I would think of you inside me…" she kisses his earlobe and bites down softly.

"I would let myself forget about everything else when I was in here…alone…. I'd bring you in here with me."

He holds her even closer and grips her ass with both hands as his erection presses up against her.

"Show me what you would do…"

She looks at him without blinking unwavering to how jarring and shockingly personal this all is. She turns around and reaches for the shower-head and turns with her back facing him, towards the direction of the spray and slowly moves the jet of the shower nozzle in between her legs.

She leans her back against the concrete wall of his chest and his hard on that's up against her ass as she gasps at the sensation. He takes over for her and holds it against her so her hands are free to reach in between them and grab for him. His breathing doesn't help matters either because before he knows it she's moving it away from him and she moves it away rather quickly. She was getting close and doesn't want to come yet. He can see it on her face but doesn't have time to call her out on it because before he knows it she's dropping to her knees.

Her juicy lips wrapped around him tightly with her tongue pulling him back with every twisting hand movement.

He can barely look down at her naked on her knees but stops he pulls himself out of her mouth watching his hard on bob between them.

He grips it in his hands tightly before jerking or slowly right in front of her.

"How long?" He asks as she licks her lips and wraps her mouth around the slick wet oozing tip of him. His hand grabs a fist full of her slick dark hair and looks down at the perfect vision in front of him

Olivia on her knees taking him completely into her mouth. Her heavy wet lashes and wet body on her knees.

"How long what?" She moans quietly in between sucks and licks. Her eyes are looking up at him the entire time.

"How long have you wanted to put it in your mouth?"

She stops. He's bold as hell and arrogant.

Fucking pig for assuming and being so self righteous.

Also he's completely right to assume this because she is very, very much so into this with him and him only but she doesn't plan on ever admitting her fantasies to him and how early they had first entered her brain decades before.

"Don't know what you are talking about…I was good" she says as she jerks him off slowly but firmly as she looks at him rock hard and throbbing in her hand then back up to his face. It looks twisted in pain like he's in agony watching this and hearing her lie to his face.

The feel of her soft plump lips and warm cheeks and wet tongue taking him in are more than enough. He's lost in the blissful pull and slickness her tongue provides when she puts him back inside her mouth.

"You know what I'm talking about…God don't stop…don't stop…" he is lost in her skillful mouth and endless throat.

She knows what he means at the party. How she couldn't pull her eyes away from the man getting oral sex from two women in the basement or the man she couldn't pull her eyes away from with his similar build and look with a stunning younger woman. There was the rugged Italian man with an entire arm covered in tattoos with salt and pepper short hair with matching beard stubble with a beautiful thick brunette woman. It looked like she was the same age as her in a beautiful slinky gold gown sitting on a piano bench in-front of the handsome man. Her hand rubbing over the hard on in his dress pants while the man looked at Olivia the entire time.

Elliot had to restrain himself in so many ways and she felt that and knew the perimeters of his control. Mentally to block out the looks and whispers and outright propositions for Olivia and also physically to steer himself back into reality. How he had to fight everything in him not to lower his zipper at that party and let her drop to her knees in front of whoever the fuck walked by just so that it was extra crystal clear she was all his.

His property there.

He belonged in her mouth.

He had every right to spill down her throat.

"Tell me.. now" he pulls her by the hair so that he slips out of her mouth with a pop. His hand now gripping her chin so that she looks right up at him.

"You were married…and I was good."

She opens her mouth again as just waits for him. He can't help it. He lets her tongue lick his head and the thick vein that runs underneath.

"You were good alright…too good…just like you are so good at sucking on that…keep it up, that's it beautiful."

And it's not that she hasn't done this, or even been told she was pretty good at it- and he is far from the first man to call her beautiful but its Elliot and its all so much hearing from him especially when he's at her mercy with his dick down her mouth. He's vulgar and unfiltered and he's talking like a pig because he's so unhinged but so was she at that party just hours ago.

Letting a woman feel her up in front of him and kiss her neck as the woman's husband looked on as he got pleasured by another all the while staring into Olivia's eyes barely concealed by the mask. This was pure desire and impulse meeting head on but hey aren't at the party anymore, the mission is over and passed on to his associate in Washington to handle. It's out of his hands now.

Now they are in the shower and she's on her knees with her fingers touching the wet hair on his belly as she swallows him whole.

She's been so seductive and such a willing participant in this all. Eager to please, sultry and at his side the entire time. But now she's on her knees and if she looks up and makes eye contact with him one more time he's going to come all over her face and it's something he can't do unless he's inside her.

She stops sucking and lets him slide out of her mouth. She gets up and pushes him back until he is going towards the marble bench in the corner of the large glads cubed shower.

"Bet you thought you would bend me all the way over and give it to me real good huh?"

He's silent watching her. He's unsure of what she's doing and he has no idea where this is going. All he wants and needs to do is drive into her and make her see fucking stars.

She's damn right he wants her bent over but not so he can slam into her, nope not at first. He wants her bent down at the waist so he can stick his face in it again to lick at her sweet taste before his cock barges through for the very first time. He can't get over how sweet she was on the tip of his tongue, how wet and helpless she was when he made her explode.

He's never ever let a woman take the reins and while his experience with women is somewhat limited they never ever wanted him to be out of control either. It was a turn on, it was part of his appeal and he knew it but not now, not here. He's not in control anymore.

It makes his cock twitch and mouth water.

Not when Olivia is about to straddle his lap, her wet hair in front of her face going down to her shoulders, it looks black when wet and makes her eyes look even darker. Her breasts are perfect and way bigger than he could have ever imagined than he's notices she tries so badly to conceal. There's no more lingerie or slinky dresses or oversized jackets. This is her totally bare of it all.

Her body is incredible he smirks as he looks down at her thick thighs on each side of him as she straddles him.

He feels her hand slide between them and take hold of him to guide him to her body. She bites down on her lip as she inches down on him just bobbing the entrance of her tight wet heat up and down on his tip.

She feels that delicious pinch when she inches down to take more. Finally he's inside of her. He has his hands gripping her hips tight as she engulfs him and moans into the thick steam of the shower.

His head rolls back he's lost in her body, her grip, her warmth and how incredibly wet she is.

She's in control withering in his god damn lap and it's driving him wild because he isn't used to this but it's Olivia and she knows how he disclosed to her how he never ever got to be out of control in bed.

He also remembers how Olivia said this is the fasted way for her to climax so it keeps him restrained and at bay from wanting to destroy her. She admitted quickly and briefly to him during the questionnaire what she was into with other men but this was different. He's not other men. There's no denying how wet she feels, how she keeps sighing and exhaling loudly into the shower and around him, her mouth sucking on his ear lobe and next as she rides him senseless.

He wants to drive into her and flip her on to her stomach bent over the bench so bad but can't.

It makes him ache but he lets her have this, he watches the pleasure wash over her face as she works him deep and high inside of her body.

Finally.

He finally gets to feel how tight and deep she is around him and just how wet she gets when she's being fucked.

He gets to experience her in the way she always meant to him. Complete intimacy.

She's doing so good, she's moving her hips so slowly and purposefully as she grinds herself down on him with her arms wrapped around his neck and legs up around his thighs.

She bounces lightly and slowly and all his eyes can focus on is the sway and jiggle of her breasts that are almost at eye level with him.

He pulls a hard pebbled nipple into her mouth and sucks and lets her continue to work him up and down. The only problem is he is going out of his mind just wanting to ram her.

It's agony to him having her move up and down on his fat wet head and starts to rub herself with it as her hair falls forward.

It smells so flowery and soft when she is driving him to hell with how mind blowing she is when she's on top of him trying her hardest to breathe. All he needs is to take control of her so, so badly.

He doesn't know why she's holding back trying to restrict herself when she's dripping all over him. She's moaning and clenching as she coats him in her arousal as the warm water splashes and sprays around them.

He can't get enough of her body. Her round ass bouncing on him and his hips meeting her gyrating and can't help but thrust up into her.

It's been so long since they got to this point and while this isn't the circumstances she imagined the feeling feelings are still the same if not worse. He tried putting oceans between them for reasons he knew then and can see now we're for what he thought was the greater good.

It didn't work.

But enough is enough and he's not about to let this go down this way. Her torturing him with the slow tight grind of her pussy swallowing him as she bobs up and down on him.

"Liv you can't do this to me…"

"Do what?" She moans slowly, grinding her hips back and forth on him.

"I'm not playing with you anymore!"

He yanks her off so he slips out and then stands up and grabs her arm hard and pulls her toward the shower door. He swings it open and holds her up by her elbow and pulls her out of the bathroom, both of them totally soaking wet. He pushes her forward onto the bed and pushes her face down into the soft comforter. She barely has time to react.

He's pounding her from behind and grunting loudly and freely.

"Yes that's it…." He says as he pulls her hips back watching his length slip inside over and over.

"That's it, you got it…."

She moans loudly into the pillow beneath her as he pushes as far in as he can go before a he pulls almost all the way back out.

"All these years holding back and you think I'd let it go down like that?"

She can't formulate words or any sounds she just closes her eyes and bites down on her lip and holds on tight. Willingly submitting to him. To his force, his size, his love and now his desires.

"All these years, all these years…" he's chanting as he holds on tightly and he just can't tear his eyes away from her shapely body bent over this way for him.

"You wanted me?" She moans out, it slips from her in a low deep moan as she turns her head to the side and grips the bedsheets beside her head with her arms stretched out.

"You knew it too, you fucking knew it."

He's lost in her. He can't stop slamming into the tight wet heat she's letting him pulverize with each punishing thrust and she has never ever been this thoroughly fucked in her life.

It's then she feels his large hand imprint in the form of a loud slap on her ass.

"Jesus Christ…what a fucking sight…." He says as he runs his hands all over her ass and smooth over the red mark he left on her one cheek before gripping as much of her as he can in each fist.

She moans loudly into the mattress and isn't sure how much more she can take of his words and his body both are absolutely destroying her.

His words encourage her and move her to grind herself back on him. To softly let her hips pump so that her flesh is bouncing in his hands.

"Oh fuck…." He says as he abruptly pulls out and grabs her by the legs and flips her over.

She doesn't even know what to say or do and is now laying beneath him naked and totally open to whatever he wants.

His hands run over her thighs and tummy before touching her breasts so shortly. He isn't sure what sight destroys him more but he can barely look at her face or he will fucking lose it. It's all too much - her tits bouncing and hips flared out flat as she lays on her back getting pounded.

He bends her at the knees and spreads her wide before he pushes himself inside of her. She's perfect. Her round full breasts bouncing with his every movement, her tongue in between her lips running over her teeth trying to keep her cool while he watches his cock plunge inside of her with his own body wet and covered in her all the way up to his belly. He looks down at her and holds on to her thighs as he pulls her back into him and keeps her legs spread wide.

It isn't until he grabs her by the ankles holding them together far over his head that he feels her start to shake from the inside out. Then he feels before he can even hear the moan slipping from her. He feels it rumble from deep inside her heat as she starts to clench. He doesn't let up or focus on his own orgasm that he is withholding from release. Instead he goes harder and faster when he feels her shake and grip him hard.

He angles his hips down to go as deep as he can inside of her and thrusts as hard as he can at the minute he feels her spasms take hold of him.

I love you, I love you, I love you she groans, fulfilling his deepest fantasy with her body under his not an inch between hearing her express what she feels for him as he empties himself with no end in sight inside of her body, her legs over her head and his hand marks on her thighs prying them open after he drops her ankles.

He feels her entire body jolt before he looks down to see her hands covering her face, her body is red and throbbing at his absolute mercy and he doesn't think he's ever seen her more beautiful.

He loves her beyond words and now beyond the limits of his own body.

—

They fall into new normal and she's working a week later when she gets a knock at her office door. They text and see each other when they can but this is new.

He tells her how much he misses her, how he can't stop thinking of her and how much he needs her body again. It never stops the newness of this all for her, the shock is still there but now there's comfort in the secrecy in what they did and the case that brought them there.

A package at her office, left on her desk by the mail clerks in the admin office.

It's addressed to her in a discreet white box the return address is a PO Box. No name no business. Not Amazon or something bought on a whim from another continent that's long forgotten by the time it arrives.

She opens it on her lap and closes it when she sees what it was.

A black lace bodysuit with embroidered flowers on it, very similar to the lace bodysuit he first seen her in when they first opened the app together.

It's sheer and delicate and she can tell just from looking at it laying in the discreet black tissue wrapped up inside the box that it's going to be tight.

She goes to fold the tissue back over the fabric before anyone walks into her office and sees a note.

Her face is warm at just the thought that he not only wanted her in lingerie but bought her some and wants to see her in it for his own enjoyment, for his pleasure.

"Something for you and something for me - Love E"

It isn't until she goes to tuck the note back inside the box that she feels something under the tissue. Two masks, the ones from the party they will never ever have to wear again to explore who they are to each other.