Here's chapter 2 of By the Book. This one is smutty, and the real nitty gritty starts next chapter.
Olivia felt butterflies in her stomach as she paced the floor of her living room in a matching lingerie set, a black, short, silk robe covering most of her body. She heard a knock on the door and looked through the peep hole, seeing him. She undid her robe and took a deep breath right before she opened the door, a sultry smile on her face. "Hi," she bit her bottom lip.
Charles looked over her body. "Hi there, beautiful." He handed her the bouquet of flowers he brought for her. "These are almost as beautiful as you."
She opened the door a bit wider so he come come in. "Come in and stay a while?" She watched him walk in and she closed the door behind him. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, or—"
He cut her off with a kiss, wrapping her in his arms. The kiss was soft, tender, and slow. He broke the kiss and caressed her face. "Perfect."
Olivia took a second to catch her breath. "Wow," she whispered and smiled. "That was— I've never— kiss me again."
Charles smiled and cradled her face in his hands as he kissed her again, this kiss was fiercer, a want and a need behind it. He heard her moan and gently walked her up against the wall. He broke the kiss and kissed over her jaw. "Kelsey said no sex during our meeting, do you want to talk about your book before or after?"
She shed her robe and looked up at him. "I think the real question is bedroom or couch?"
He chuckled and picked her up. "Direct me to your bedroom. We're gonna do this right."
Olivia giggled as he picked her up, her arms and legs wrapped around him. "Door at the end of the hall."
Charles walked them into the master bedroom, sitting her on the bed. "You're so sexy, I want all of you."
She stood up and loosened his tie, slipping it over his head, starting to unbutton his shirt. "I don't do this. Ever. I don't have sex with men I've just met, but there is something about you. You make my heart race, you make me feel things I don't think I've ever felt before." She gently ran her hands over his chest. "I don't do this, Charles, but with you… it's all I can think about. It's all I want. You, you are all I want." She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She started undoing his belt and pants, pushing them down.
He felt her fingers on his skin. "Olivia," he whispered.
Olivia smiled and got on her knees pulling his pants and boxers down, gasping as his full, hardened length come into view. "Oh, Charles," she looked up at him. "May I?" She saw him nod and she licked up the underside of his cock and groaned, taking him fully into her mouth, down her throat.
Charles groaned and gripped her hair in his hand. "Oh, my God. Oh, Olivia."
She moaned and looked up at him, letting him go with a pop, stroking him. "God, your cock is amazing." She felt him pull her up. "You haven't finished,"
He kissed her slowly. "Condom?"
Olivia gasped and shook her head. "I— are you clean?"
Charles smiled. "Absolutely."
She cradled his face in her hands. "Then no. I want to feel you. All of you." She nuzzled into him. "I trust you, Charles Brooks."
He walked her over to the full length mirror in her room and turned her to face it, sweeping her hair away from her neck, kissing over her pulse point. "You are stunning, Olivia Benson." His breath was hot on her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He kissed down her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall, kissing back up to her neck, looking at her breasts in the mirror, massaging them. "Oh, God."
Olivia rested back against him. "Oh, yeah." She closed her eyes and let out a moan.
Charles moved his hands down her body, pushing her panties down, feeling her step out of them. "Open your eyes, beautiful," he whispered. "Watch," he kissed her neck. "Watch yourself as you come undone."
She gasped and opened her eyes, meeting his in the mirror. She felt his fingers push into her. "Char—" she gripped his wrists. "Oh, my God, Charles." She arched her back, her chest heaving.
He bit her ear. "You're so fucking wet," he whispered and started moving his fingers inside of her, hearing her moan. "That's it, baby," he ran his thumb over her clit and she let out a high pitched moan. "You like that?"
Olivia sighed and reached her free hand back and rested it behind her head. "Uh-huh." She leaned her head on his shoulder, turning her head and kissing him passionately. "Mm."
Trevor kissed her back, moving his fingers faster and harder. "Come for me, come for me Olivia."
She sighed and felt her orgasm start to take over, feeling the pure ecstasy course through her veins. "Charles!" She cried out, riding her orgasm out. She felt her knees give out and she felt him pick her up to put her on the bed. She got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around him. "You know just where to touch me, I don't think a man has made me orgasm so fast since… well, ever." She smiled. "Can I return the favor?" She whispered and kissed him softly.
He kissed her back and pushed her back onto the bed. "We're not done yet." He wrapped her legs around his waist. "Ready for more?"
Olivia looked into his eyes. "Of you? Damn right I'm—" she gasped and arched her back, feeling him push into her. "Shit!" She looked up at him. "Move. God, please, move."
Charles smiled and started to thrust inside her. "You feel amazing," he whispered and kissed her, pinning her arms over her head.
She moaned and moved her hips with his, breaking the kiss to breathe. "Fuck! Harder, Charles. Fuck me harder, please," she begged.
He looked down at her. "You're sure?" He saw her nod. He gripped her headboard with one hand, releasing her hands which moved to his back. He started thrusting harder and faster inside of her, feeling her clench around him. "Ah, shit!"
Olivia's nails dug into his back, leaving angry red marks on his shoulder blades, screaming out in pleasure. "Fuck!" She felt her orgasm take over, tears starting to run down her face. She felt his release inside her and she gasped. "Charles," she whispered, feeling him bring them both down. "Oh, my God."
Charles looked at her and wiped her eyes. "You're crying," he whispered. "You okay?"
She smiled and kissed him. "I'm absolutely amazing," she whispered. "I've just…" she shook her head and wiped her eyes. "I've never felt a connection like that during sex. It was… it was unreal, Charles. I'm not upset or sad or anything negative. I just… I feel like my heart… it's been opened. You opened my heart. Probably weird to say that after sex in general, but you… Charles Brooks, you make me feel things I have never felt in my entire life. And I want to keep feeling them. With you."
He caressed her face. "I can do that. And we can do more than just having sex. I'll take you on amazing dates, treat you like the lady you are."
Olivia laughed. "Charles, we met for the first time yesterday for an hour. We then had phone sex, and then you came to my apartment today and fucked me five ways from Sunday," she kissed him. "I don't know how much of a lady that makes me," she whispered. "But you make me feel like a lady."
Charles rolled off of her and kissed her gently. "Good, because all of that, everything we've done, makes you human, and nothing else. You are still a lady, and I intend to treat you like one. If you want."
She kissed his chest. "Yeah, that's what I want," she smiled. "Dates, dinners, hell, I'll even go dancing with you."
He wrapped her in his arms. "I was thinking The New York Public Library," he whispered. "Central Park, and maybe we'll grab some dinner."
Olivia looked up at him. "The New York Public Library sounds perfect," she whispered. "That…" she cleared her throat. "That was my safe place as a kid and a teenager. I fell in love with France. I've been once, to Paris, and I long to go back," she whispered. "I didn't put that in my book. Any of it. And yet, it's like you knew."
Charles took her hand in his. "It's one of my favorite places in the city." He kissed her knuckles. "How about we work on the book? Get as much as we can done before Noah gets home, and then, if you'd like, I'd like it if you and Noah would come over to my place tonight for dinner, meet my girls, maybe stay the night? We don't have to do anything but sleep, in fact if you prefer, you can have one of my guest rooms, Noah can have the other."
She looked at him. "Charles, if I'm sleeping at your place, it's going to be in your bed, wrapped in your arms." She kissed him. "We should get dressed, hm?" She asked and ran her hands over his chest. "Put on something more than a lingerie set," she chuckled and kissed over his heart. "And I would love to come to your house for dinner. I'll talk to Noah when he gets home about a sleepover at your place. Which sounds huge."
He smiled. "It's a good size. We're more than comfortable. We have extra rooms for guests. We have a playroom for the girls, and the master bath is breathtaking with a huge jacuzzi tub, shower stall with a shower seat that looks like a chaise lounge, the whole floor is just the master bedroom, closets, the bathroom, and my office. I'll show you."
Olivia looked at him. "So this is kind of a downgrade then, huh?"
Charles tilted her chin up. "Hey," he whispered. "Nothing about you is a downgrade," he caressed her face. "My house… no, my money, the publishing house… it all comes from my family, okay, and when I got older and had the girls and was married, I wanted them to have the best life I could give them. I don't need all of it, Olivia, okay? I'm just… trying to be the best father I can."
She looked at him. "Hey, I'm not mad at you for giving your kids the best life you can afford. I'm doing the same. I just… I didn't grow up with much. My mom made enough money to pay rent, keep some sort of food in the house and clothes on my back… kind of. But a lot of her money went to alcohol. So, I save my money. I buy what I need to, rent, clothes, food, I make sure I have what I need for work and what Noah needs for school, but all the extra money gets put away so I can pay for Noah's dance classes and all the things he needs for that, and I can treat myself once in a while to a mani-pedi, to getting my hair done. Plus… it's me and Noah. We don't need a lot of space."
He kissed down her neck. "You are amazing, Olivia Benson. An amazing mother, an amazing cop, and a hell of a woman."
Olivia smiled and arched her back. "Mm, as much as I enjoy this, we should work on the book," she chuckled and moved his lips from her neck. "We can continue this at your house, in that jacuzzi tub," she grinned and kissed him gently. "Put your clothes on, let's work on the book, I can make us some lunch," she smiled. "I know I worked up an appetite."
Charles smiled. "Okay, we'll work on the book. We can go over the edits I found in chapter one, we can run through the chapters together until Noah gets home," he caressed her face. "Let's get dressed before I ravage you again."
A/N: I'm going to keep working on my stories, some school work, and getting over this cold. Things may be a bit slow moving, but your patience will be rewarded. In the meantime, leave a review, here or on Twitter (couricshargitay).
