Elliot squats beside the passenger door, hand pressed against the steel of the frame. His fingers ghost over the indents left by bullets, seven he counts, seven aimed directly at where Olivia was seated. He stands, counting the fractured spots in the thick glass, thanking God that all of the family cars were bulletproofed.
They could've died tonight. She could've died tonight.
His fist lands on the top of the car, guilt rolling back in deep and heavy. He'd been so focused on his need, his desire to be with her, that he'd put her directly in harm's way. He should've done what Father Mason instructed instead of following his feelings. He really was weak.
He hears the garage door humming as it opens in the distance, then the slow roll of his father's car pulling up behind him. Elliot had called him as soon as they got here, needing guidance on what to do next.
He turns, putting on a brave face as he meets his senior. He hadn't said much over the phone, just told his son to stay put and that he was on his way. Elliot thought he'd be pissed at him, for being out with no security detail, for going on a date when he should've been preparing for battle.
His father closes the car door behind himself, quickly approaching Elliot and wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling his son's head against his chest. It surprises Elliot, his father wasn't this person, physically affectionate. He was stern, clipped, often cold in his delivery.
"You're okay," he says with a hint of emotion in his voice. "You're okay son."
He grips his shoulders, placing him at arm's length to look him over.
"I'm good, dad."
"How did this happen, Elliot?"
He fills his father in, giving him all the details of where they were and how it went down, of the red car and what he could see of its occupants.
"And what about your friend…?"
"Olivia."
"Olivia. How is she in all of this?"
"She's, uh…" he rubs his hand across the back of his neck. "She's scared."
"You think she's up for this? I mean, I know that she's not one of us, but do you think that this will be too much for her?"
"I think she'll be okay. But I wanna keep as much of this away from her as possible, she's seen too much already."
Joe nods his head slowly, tongue pressing the inside of his cheek with a contemplative look on his face. He had something else to say.
"I can see that you really like this girl and for your sake, I hope that she fits. Because I'd hate for her to get in too deep and then flip. That would be on you."
Just like that, Joe was back to his cold self.
"She won't dad," he says, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Easy to say, but it's happened since the dawn of time. Man trusts woman, lets her get close, then she leads him to nothing but trouble. Look at Adam for instance."
"That's not her."
"Let's hope not, because then you'd have to handle it."
Elliot turns away from the older man, walking away at what his father was implying.
"Either way, chaos is coming. You can't stay in the city, neither can she, so you'll be going upstate until this all blows over."
"No," he turns quickly. "I want to be the one to finish this."
"Absolutely not," he puts a hand up. "You've done enough, you'll go to the house and that's that."
"But dad-"
"Enough," he says sternly. "You leave in two days, when your classes break. I suggest you go and tell her."
"I can't go with you, my mom will freak out. What would I even tell her? What about classes? They're not even done and-"
"We'll leave when the break starts, day after tomorrow."
She stops, she'd forgotten about the upcoming holiday break. But her mother was still a major factor in all of this.
"That still doesn't help me with my mom. She won't just let this happen, Elliot."
"I don't know, but you have a day to figure it out. For tonight though, just get some rest. It's been a long night."
He watches as her arms tighten around herself, a look of confusion and fear on her face. He thought about what his father said in the garage, about her readiness for it all. He should probably worry that she might change, that this might push her too far and that she'd never turn back. But something told him that she was different, that she would get through this by his side.
"Liv, everything's gonna be okay. I'll take you to your moms house the day that we leave, we'll figure out what to tell her by then. But we have to do this. We were shot at tonight, we could've died. Staying in the city is just too dangerous."
Two days later, he's waiting in the car on her mother's street as she gets a bag together and says goodbye. Late last night she'd figured it out, what to tell Serena about her leaving. The hard part was getting her best friend to agree to the lie.
"Liv, I don't like lying to your mother. She's scary."
"Please Dana, I need this favor from you. She'll never let me go if she knows that I'm going to a guy's house."
Not only had she asked her to lie, but she was lying to her too. It made Olivia sick, but she couldn't tell Dana what was really going on and drag her into all of this along with her.
"Things are moving fast with you two. You sure it's a good idea for you to go? Y'know, since you got taken."
"It's- I'll be fine. Dana, I really like him. And yes, things are moving fast but I'm sick of being afraid. I know that he feels the same about me, maybe even more than I do for him, and I want this to work. If I run away now, I don't think anything like this will come around again. I promise I'll check in with you, let you know how it's going. But I can't do that if my mom doesn't think that I'm spending Christmas with your family."
Dana bites her lip and shakes her head, but she gives in.
"Okay, I'll do it. But you need to call me everyday."
"I will, I promise."
She can see that Dana is worried still.
"Hey," she grabs her hands. "You know Serena, she doesn't give a shit about Christmas anyway. Just another reminder of my haunting existence for her. She'll just be drinking and grading papers the whole time."
"I know," Dana chuckles.
"So don't feel bad, she's never wanted me around for the Holidays anyway."
"Well, all I know is, he better get you something nice and expensive with the kind of money he has. Better not be cheap."
After about twenty minutes, he sees her stepping out of the front door and locking it behind herself. Usually, he'd get out and take her bag from her, open her car door. But they can't risk her mother seeing him.
She tosses her bag in the back when she finally gets to the car, then slides into the front passenger seat.
"She believe it?"
"She barely heard me, started drinking already."
His shoulders deflate, "I'm sorry Liv."
"No, no it's fine. At least she won't be on my case for a while."
He pulls out of the parking spot, several guards following behind them.
"You got everything? Cause once we get to the house, we're switching cars and then we're on the road."
"I should be good. They have stores where we're going?"
He laughs looking over to her, "They have stores where we're going."
They've been driving for nearly two hours when they finally stop at a little shop in some quaint town along the way. He says that they have about an hour left, in case she needs anything like the restroom or a snack. When she refuses, he makes sure that she's secure before going inside.
"You have your gun?"
She doesn't look at him, just has this faraway look in her eyes as she tells him that it's in her bag. He reaches toward the third row of the SUV, into the bag and pulls it free from where it's nestled in the side.
"Here," he places it on her lap. "I'll be right back."
She's not alone when he hops out, his driver sits in the front seat and is well equipped to protect her. But Elliot wanted her to be able to protect herself too.
She understood, she really did, but a gun seemed extreme to her. She'd never used one before and she didn't plan to anytime soon.
She doesn't even want to touch the thing, which is why he finds it in the same position that he left it in when he gets back a few minutes later. He places a newly acquired plastic bag on the floor in between them, sighing as he takes the weapon from her to replace it in her bag.
"I know you said that you're not hungry, but I got you a croissant and one of those little bottles of iced coffee. You haven't eaten today."
"I'm not hungry," she repeats, watching the shop get smaller as they pull off toward the highway again.
"Just have a few bites. The altitude's a little higher, just wanna make sure you're not getting lightheaded or anything."
The altitude change wasn't anything drastic, but she didn't want him to feel bad for trying. She takes the croissant, wrapped in its loud and crisp paper, peeling it back to bite off its pointed tip.
She wasn't expecting it to be so warm and flaky, the buttery taste awaking her hunger suddenly. She chews slowly, not willing to let him win this silent battle that easily. Taking another bite, this one bigger than the last, she finally averts her eyes from the outside of the car.
"So," she gestures toward him to pull his attention. "How long have you guys had this house?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, since I was a kid. Don't remember the exact years, but it's been a while."
"Hm," she hums around the croissant.
The corners of his mouth slowly creep up at her taking another chunk out of the French style bread.
"You were hungry after all, huh?"
"Shut up," she mumbles with a laugh.
She rests the nearly empty paper in her lap, reaching for the unopened bottle of caramel flavored coffee drink. It was her least favorite, just a tad too sweet for her liking, but she was grateful for it anyway. In the back of her mind she knew she was hungry, thirsty, but her stubbornness had taken charge like always.
But Elliot, with his thoughtful disposition, had seen past that and provided for her despite her refusal. She takes a small sip, keeping in mind the hour drive ahead.
"Do you get up here often?"
"Mm-mm," he pauses to finish chewing the last of his own croissant. "Every few Christmases we come, this year wasn't supposed to be one, but…"
"Yeah," she whispers.
She thinks that this house must be worth a lot when they pull into a large, black gate. But as they near the end of the long pathway, her jaw drops at the sheer size of it.
Massive is the only word she can think of. She counts the windows, three and four stories upward in some places. Double doors, a six car garage, neatly trimmed hedges surrounding the property— she was finally beginning to understand the level of wealth that his family held.
"This is not a house Elliot. It's a damn mansion."
He laughs under his breath, opening his car door when they come to a stop in front of the grand stairs. She reaches for her bag in the backseat but he doesn't let her, gently swatting her hand away to grab it himself.
"Go," he says before she can protest.
When she steps out, both guards are taking bags from the trunk up the steps, a woman standing in the doorway to usher them in. Another car pulls up behind them, one that she hadn't been aware of, three men stepping out to stretch their legs.
Elliot nods at them before placing his hand at the base of her back, nudging her toward the entryway and the stout woman waiting there.
A giant smile is plastered on her face as they get closer, her arms opening up as if she's preparing for an embrace.
"My boy," she shouts excitedly.
"Ms. Elma," he responds just the same.
Olivia watches as he places their bags on the floor and pulls her in tightly. They rock side to side, the older woman's hand rubbing nurturing circles against his back.
They pull apart to catch up, in their own little world until the woman peeks around him to eye Olivia.
"Didn't I teach you some manners," she smacks Elliot's arm. "Introduce me."
"I'm sorry," he chuckles. "This is Olivia, my… friend from school. And Olivia, this is Ms. Elma. This woman has been in my life for as long as I can remember, been taking care of this place for just as long."
Olivia smiles and places her hand out to shake, but the older woman grabs it, pulling her in for a hug.
"I only shake on business, give me a hug."
Everything about the woman's embrace is warm and immediately Olivia doesn't want to let go. The woman pulls back, giving her a once over.
"Elliot, show her to her room. Lunch will be ready in half an hour, I expect everyone down here, dressed appropriately."
There's no malice in her tone but Olivia feels self conscious about what she's wearing, wanting nothing more than to go and change.
"Yes ma'am," he scoops up their bags and heads for the stairs. "Come on, Liv."
She follows him up to the third level, appalled that he isn't out of breath like she is, even with him carrying their heavy bags.
"Sorry about the trek, house is old so no elevator. We've been nagging my dad about it for years but he won't budge."
She stops at the top of the steps, looking around to see that the third floor is like it's very own apartment. Beyond the doors that likely lead to bedrooms and bathrooms, she can see a kitchenette with modern appliances and a laundry room across from it.
"Get that door for me," he gestures toward the second door on the left.
Sliding past him, she pushes the door open, taking in the breathtaking bedroom. There's a four poster canopy bed at the center of the opposite wall, tall potted plants that nearly reach the ceiling, and two black and white portraits on either side of the bed. But her favorite thing is the large bow window with its pink cushioned alcove overlooking the garden below.
"This is beautiful," her finger glides up the smooth wood of the bed.
"I'll tell my mom that you like it," he places the bags down beside the bed before opening a door a few feet away. "Your bathroom's here, Ms. E set you up with everything you need. If there's anything else, we can send for it."
"Thank you," she walks over to the window, kneeling on the bench to get a better look at the flowers outside. "She says she wants us dressed appropriately. What does that mean?"
"Nothing fancy, just jeans, a nice sweater or blouse, maybe a pair of dress pants. No athletic wear." He watches her still bent over in the window, her ass perfect and round in those pink velour pants. Her matching sweater rides up and he wants to grip her hips from this side, press his thumbs into her deep set back dimples. "For the record, I'm a fan of what you're wearing now."
She looks over her shoulder at him but she doesn't say anything for a while, just stares at him leaning against the doorframe.
"I should get changed," she says. "Don't wanna be dressed inappropriately."
And fuck, with the way that she's looking at him, he wants to shut this door and do every inappropriate thing under the sun. The older woman downstairs would come looking for them, no doubt.
"See you in twenty."
The next two days are spent mostly apart. She stays up in her room reading, working out crosswords, resting, and when she finally comes out, she goes for walks in the garden. Mostly, she comes out for food and every time that she has, Elliot's been on his phone speaking in hushed tones.
For tonight and until after Christmas, Ms. Elma would be taking time to spend the holiday with her family. Which meant that she and Elliot were practically alone. His security detail was present, of course, but they only came around periodically to check the premises and update their boss.
She walks slowly down the steps, the aroma of savory food leading her to the main kitchen. She hears Elliot speaking softly, then Fin's voice on the other end of the phone discussing some family business.
"Couple of soldiers hit one of Murphy's stash houses, came up on a dozen keys and some major dough. Even took out four guys, one of 'em spilled on who tried to take you and feisty out before he got capped."
"So, when are we getting them back?"
She comes quietly down the hall, stopping just outside of the open plan kitchen to observe him. He's got the phone on speaker, sat on the counter beside the stove, and a white apron on, stirring some medium sized pot.
"Not too sure, but I do know that your pops wants you nowhere near it."
"Oh, come on." He places the wooden spoon down to scoop his phone up, "If he were me he'd wanna take the whole damn Murphy bloodline out for what they did. He's being so unreasonable on this."
"You know I hear you El, but I think it might do you some good. You and Olivia deserve to sit back and relax after everything that's been going on. I'm sure she's fucked up over it all, just chill out. Be there to comfort her."
She can't help but smile at the caring nature of his friend, Fin seemed intuitive like Elliot, but in a different way. Elliot was attentive, he paid close attention to her every move so that he could read her. But Fin, somehow he could read a room that he wasn't even in.
"But trust me brother, you know that I'm gonna handle what needs to be handled when the time comes."
"Yeah, I know. I appreciate it, Fin."
"For sure, now tell me how your little baecation is going."
"Shut up," Elliot laughs. He places the phone back down, "you know this isn't that."
It feels like the perfect moment for her to make her presence known, so she steps into the room, footsteps loud enough for him to hear.
"Hey, Fin, I'll call you later." He ends the call and turns to her, finally giving her a clear view of the words embroidered on the face of the white apron.
Queen of the Kitchen.
She laughs loudly, pressing her hands into her stomach across from him.
"What?" He follows her line of vision, looking down at his current attire. "Ha ha, very funny. I didn't wanna get my clothes messy and this is the only apron Ms. E has here."
She wipes a tear from the corner of her eye, beginning to settle down.
"Ooh, man I needed that laugh."
"I'm glad I could serve as your entertainment."
He goes back to stirring his pot, then turns it off, reaching into the cabinet above for two bowls.
"You hungry?" He asks over his shoulder. "She left some soup and sandwiches for us."
"I could eat," she says.
She finds him adorable, unashamed of being caught dead in a cheesy apron, standing firm in his nurturing nature.
He'd make a great dad, she thinks. And suddenly she can see it, a vision of him older, cradling a small child in his arms.
"You know you don't have to stay up in your room. There's an indoor pool, a garden, you can walk the property. If you wanna go see the town for a little bit, I can arrange that too."
She looks down at what she knows will be delicious as he slides it across the countertop.
"I was starting to feel like one of those Disney princesses, locked away in her captor's castle."
He smirks at her over his shoulder, then turns to place his own bowl across from hers. He leans down onto his elbows, lifting a spoonful of soup out of the bowl for it to cool.
"I'd call you Rapunzel but…"
"Nope, more like Belle. Trapped in the home of some big beast."
He can't tell if she's still joking or if she ever was, she keeps her face down and her expression hidden. If this was how she really felt, it made him hate himself.
He's absentmindedly stirring his spoon around when she finally looks up, an almost pained expression on his face.
"Hey," she places half of her sandwich down onto the plate. "I was just joking. I'm okay, really."
"You sure? Because I know that this is a lot and you didn't have much of a choice. I just don't want—"
"Elliot," she leans across the counter, resting her hand atop his. "I'm fine, it was just a joke."
"Okay," he nods and the following silence is a bit awkward.
She's finished most of her soup and half of her sandwich when he speaks again.
"I'm gonna go for a swim in a couple of hours. You're welcome to join me."
"A swim does sound nice, but I didn't bring a bathing suit with me."
"We can run and get you one, there's a few shops in town. Sound good?"
"Yeah," she mumbles around a mouthful of sandwich.
"You got a little…" he gestures to the corner of his own mouth.
She wipes at the left corner of hers.
"Other side."
She tries again and she must have missed it because he leans all the way over, using his thumb to wipe it away for her. It feels like slow motion, his warm finger pressing gently into her skin.
"Mustard," he whispers.
"Thanks."
By the way that he's looking at her she knows that he can see the rosy blush of her skin. She shoves the last big piece of sandwich into her mouth, eager to finish up and have a moment away from him. She needed to recollect herself and stop acting like a little girl with a crush.
When they got back to the house, she'd gone straight upstairs to change. Standing in front of the bathroom's full body mirror, she struggled to decide on the bikini or one piece. She really wanted to keep the bikini on and give him something good to salivate over, but a part of her was afraid. Would he think that she was trying too hard?
She chooses to change into the pale purple one piece.
She can hear the water splashing as she walks toward the back of the house. She can see the garden outside ahead of her through panels of floor to ceiling windows. When she comes to the end, she makes a left turn just like he'd told her to and there he is, just popping up from under the surface.
It makes her stop in her tracks, the sight of him glistening and dripping, flipping his soaked hair back out of his face. Her eyes drop slowly to his bare chest, watching as droplets of water dance across his abs.
"You just gonna stand there or you gonna get wet?"
If only he knew.
She walks over to the set of recliners to place her phone down, making a show of taking her dress off. She didn't need to turn around to know that he was watching her, but when she does, her stomach does somersaults. He looks away quickly, kicking off of the wall to glide backward and away from her.
She looks around for a ladder, but finds wide curved steps leading into the water instead. She walks to them, sauntering again because quiet as kept, she loves having his full attention. She loves the feeling of his eyes on her, tracking her every move. She loves the array of possible thoughts in his head as he stares. She loves to feel wanted and not just in the physical sense, but in every way possible.
She dips a foot under the surface, the water is warm like the rest of the room. Stepping down slowly, she pretends to not feel him watching her. When the water covers her belly button, she dives forward majestically and begins gliding toward him.
She looks like a mermaid to him; her hips sway left to right and her feet barely kick, but somehow she moves through the water like she was born to do it.
Even under the surface, she commands the room; she sticks to her path until he moves out of her way. He's in awe of her stamina, can't take his eyes away as she moves across the pool and finally comes up on the opposite side.
Her hair is soaked and it brings him back to those visions of her in the shower, he felt like this was the start of one of his fantasies.
He's stuck staring when she looks at him, but he recovers quickly.
"What are you, some Olympic swimmer?"
"What are you, jealous?"
"Jealous?" He laughs, "I'd swim circles around you."
"You couldn't beat me in a kiddie pool."
"Race me since you're so sure of yourself."
"First one to the other side chooses their prize."
"You're on," he positions himself against the wall next to her.
She does the same then begins to count down, "Three, two, one, go!"
He dives in immediately, arms swishing back and forth with vigor. She chuckles to herself, watching him give his all against no one. She couldn't deny that he was an amazing swimmer, the ripple of his muscles had her biting her lip.
He nears the other side and she prepares to face him. He splashes out of the water, looking around frantically to see if he's beat her. When he doesn't hear the water behind him, he turns to see her leaning comfortably against the side that they started on.
"No way you swam here and back that quickly! I know you cheated."
"Nah, I just wanted to see your swimming skills." She can't hold in her laughter.
"You little trickster," he walks as far as the pool will allow him, then swims the rest of the way to her. "You know technically, I still won."
"Hm, I don't know about that. It wasn't really a competition."
"No, no. A deal is a deal. You said winner chooses their prize."
She stares at him already knowing that she would give in.
"Fine, what do you get?"
He places his hands on either side of her, anchoring himself to the wall.
"How about a kiss?"
She should've anticipated this.
"I think we can arrange that."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
She lifts her arms around his shoulders when he leans in, locking her hands behind his neck. He presses his lips against hers then presses her body against the wall, holding her up.
She can feel him through his swim shorts and it makes her groan into his mouth. Her hips grind down on him and his tongue pushes deeper between her lips. It seems like the warmth of their mouths spreads throughout their bodies, somehow making her want to strip free of her already scant attire.
He slips a hand under the water and under her thigh, hoisting her up a little higher. The sudden movement forces their lips to separate, his lips now more aligned with her throat. He latches on, suckling gently on the soft skin there.
"Oh," she gasps.
The combination of him stimulating her most sensitive body part and gripping her thigh tightly has her starting to rut against him. It doesn't seem like he minds, instead he encourages it, pushing his hardening cock against her center as he pulls her onto him.
Her soft moans bounce across the water, a whisper of echoes behind them.
"Ah," she wraps her legs around his waist. The move opens her up and his now fully erect cock drags across her clit. "Fuck."
She hisses as he sucks harder before pulling off of her neck, looking at the angry bruise he's left behind. His eyes shift to her face, with her lips parted and her eyes closed. She's panting now and she feels so good against him, he can only imagine what she must feel right now.
He begins thrusting as if he's inside of her and her jaw drops, her nails dig into his back. She opens her eyes to find his gaze unwavering, he's watching her like she's the most interesting thing on the planet.
Their eyes lock and she can't take this anymore.
"Elliot," she whispers. "I wanna have sex."
His hips slow and his eyes widen a little.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm," she nods eagerly. "Not in here though."
"Okay," his arm moves to grip her waist.
He uses the ledge of the pool to help him bring her to the steps, only letting her go when she's stable. He follows her up and out like it's her house and not his, letting her lead the way.
They drip across the pool room floor and up the hall, up the steps to the second floor. She moves to the next set of steps, heading up to her room but he grabs her by the wrist.
"My room," he pulls her in the opposite direction.
She struggles to not slip on her wet feet until they reach his door and step into the room. She doesn't have time to look around, he's gently pulling her toward his king size bed, turning to sit her down on the edge.
Her fingers slip under the front of his waistband, gripping and pulling him down to plant her lips against his again. She lies back when he starts to crawl onto the bed above her, his hands running excitedly across her breasts and torso.
Her nipples have been hard since she set foot in the water, but now they were like diamonds under his palms. He settles in between her spread legs, his stiff erection nudging her through the wet material of her bathing suit.
"Do—," she pushes him back a fraction. "Do you have a condom?"
"Uh, yeah." He stands quickly, pushing his hair out of his face again. He rounds the bed and drops to his knees, yanking the top drawer of his nightstand open as he mumbles to himself. "There's gotta be some in here."
She sits up, pulling the straps off her shoulders to reveal her breasts. Resting her hands on her lap, she waits for him to find what they need and return to her, but he sounds like he's having some trouble.
"Everything okay?" She looks over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I swear I've got— here!"
He pulls an unopened box from the depths of the drawer, ripping it open unceremoniously to pull a foil packet free. He comes back around the bed quickly, looking up to see her tits bared for the first time.
He licks his lips.
"The condom, Elliot."
"Yeah, here." He hands her the condom and grips either side of her abdomen, leaning in to run his tongue across a nipple.
Her free hand comes to rest at the back of his head, holding him to her chest. His tongue circles it, then sucks the stiffened peak between his lips.
"Oh, that's good," she breathes.
The encouragement makes him switch sides, pulling as much of her into his mouth as possible. She groans and her head falls back, the hand holding the condom falls to the bed.
He leans her back once more, running his tongue between the valley of her breasts, suckling the skin to leave a row of almost hickeys there.
Her hand moves down his back and around to the front of his damp shorts, palming his hard length.
"Put the condom on, El."
She doesn't have to tell him again; he shucks his bottoms off, taking the packet from her to tear at the foil. He stands up straight and she rests on her elbows to watch him; he's got a tight grip on his cock, rolling the condom down the length of him.
The sight makes her bite her lip and press her thighs together, she wants him inside of her now.
He holds the tip of the condom, unrolling it until his fist meets the base of his cock. He rests his knee beside her, finally realizing that she's still got her bathing suit on.
"Need help with this?"
He pulls down on one of the straps.
"No, just— pull it to the side."
He obeys quickly, dipping his thumb underneath the fabric at her hip and pulling it over to bare her pussy. She spreads her legs further, giving him room to kneel forward.
"You ready?"
"Yes."
She feels his cock separating her lower lips, then swiping up and down the length of her. He comes back down to her entrance, looking up at her one last time before easing in.
Her breath hitches at the stretch; the only action she'd been getting were his fingers once and her own for the last six months. The initial sting wears off quickly once the tip is in and she relaxes into the bed again.
He's going so slow and the drag of him inside of her nearly drives her mad. She lifts both feet, pressing the soles against his ass to drive him deeper, forcing him to bottom out.
"Jesus, Olivia."
"You don't have to be so— I won't break. I'm not a virgin."
"Just didn't wanna be a brute."
"Thank you for that. Mm," he lifts his other knee up onto the bed and his thumb grazes her clit. "We don't have to rush, but not so slow okay?"
"Loud and clear," he slides an arm under her thigh before setting a steady pace.
"Yeah, like that."
Her hands run up his back, nails tickling his bare skin and it sends a shiver up his spine.
"Fuck," he stretches her bathing suit, using his thumb to hold it and the rest of his hand to grab at her waist. "You're so fucking tight around me."
She clenches around him, a trick that she'd learned with Brian, and his hips slap against the back of her thighs.
"Oooh, you're playing dirty."
"What, you don't like dirty?"
"Believe me, I like whatever you do."
"So you'll like it if I take over?"
His thrusts pause altogether, "Is that what you want?"
Her lip catches between her teeth and she nods her head. Before he can respond, she uses her strength to flip him onto his back, quickly following to settle herself on top of him.
She grinds her hips above him, his cock trapped between his abs and her pussy. Her nails claw at his chest, her clit sensitive against the marble of him. His hands find her hips again, rocking her back and forth, his own hips gyrating in tandem with her.
"Your cock is so hard, Elliot."
"S'all your fault," he groans.
"I'll take the blame," she reaches between them, lifting slightly to slip him back inside. "All of it."
Her brows furrow and her lips purse, from this angle he was pressed right up against her g-spot. She wants to maximize this, feel him as far as he can reach, so she shifts her legs to press her toes into the bed. She links her fingers behind his neck and begins to ride him.
"Damn," his head falls back.
She loves the way being buried inside of her affects him, it makes her want to pull more from him. And God, she's enjoying the way he fills her up.
Her hips bear down on him, the sound of their skin smacking together is loud in the silent room. She feels the moment when he pushes up inside of her, their thrusts colliding and it steals her breath away.
"Ahh, fuck."
He doesn't need to ask if she likes it, it's written all over her face. He plants his feet more firmly on the floor, slipping his arms under her legs to grip both of her ass cheeks and pull her down when he fucks up into her.
That pulls a squeal from her and it's like they're competing to make the other react more dramatically. Her hands slip apart, her nails pressing crescents into the backs of his shoulders as she struggles to hold onto him.
Her head falls back, her inner grip tightening and he fucks her a little more wildly.
"Oh my God," she sobs.
Their sweat slicked bodies grind together, grunts and moans the only sounds coming from their mouths. They're too overcome by pleasure to speak.
It's been a while since either of them has felt this good; the last man Olivia's been with is Brian and while the sex was always great, there was something missing. She can feel it here with Elliot though, that intangible something, ever present yet unexplainable. That thing that made this deeper than flesh, more than just the physical pleasure.
She's so fucking perfect for him, asserting her dominance but still able to show her playful side. He needed her to balance him out, to bring some reason and joy into his life. And after this first taste of pleasure at her hands, he knows that he'll need this for eternity too.
She clenches around him again and he has to sit up, gain some semblance of self control before he cums prematurely. Her legs shift behind him, locking at the ankles so that she's snug in his lap.
He leans forward, pushing her back slightly and her grip tightens.
"I got ya," he breathes.
He uses the bounce of the mattress to rock up into her, latching his lips onto her sensitive throat again.
She squeezes her thighs around him, the grip on his cock becomes a little tighter and he knows what's coming next.
"El," she whines.
She snakes a hand between their bodies, finding her clit easily. He pulls back, watching as all four of her fingers frantically work at the slick bud and fuck, it has her pulsing uncontrollably around his cock.
He could cum just from watching her, but thank God he doesn't have to.
"Oh, fuck," they lock eyes. "I'm gonna cum."
"Shit, me too."
A few more thrusts is all it takes for them to come undone wrapped in each other's arms. His climax is blinding, he feels the energy draining from his body so he grips her hard enough to bruise, trying his best not to drop her.
She's shivering above him, her thighs quaking around his waist before she slumps forward. He falls backward, pulling her with him for an indefinite repose.
She doesn't know how long they've been laying here, but her legs have gone numb from this position.
"Elliot, I need to get up. My legs…"
He lifts up so she can slide her legs free and roll off of him. She lands on her back, but he takes the moment of movement to clean himself up.
He sits fully, shifting his vision down to slip the condom off without making a mess. His heart drops when he sees it, a very clear tear near the top of the latex.
"Shit," he whispers.
"What?"
"The condom broke."
"What?!"
She sits up too quickly, going dizzy trying to see the proof for herself. And she feels like she's going to pass out when she lays eyes on it.
"How the fuck?! Elliot, what did you do?!"
"What did I do?!"
"Okay, maybe you broke it trying to take it off?"
"I haven't even touched it yet."
"Fuck, Elliot."
She stands, not caring about her partial nudity in the moment. He's stuck looking between her and the condom. It was just his luck that something like this would happen their first time.
"Well, is there semen on the outside? Can you tell if it leaked? Maybe it didn't break until I got off."
She was spiraling and the only thing keeping her sane were the possibilities in their favor.
He examines himself, "There's a little bit dripping…"
"Shitttt," she starts pacing back and forth. "This can't happen."
Finally, he stands and heads for the bathroom. A million things are running through his mind and the pessimistic side of him begins to take over, then her light of a voice cuts in.
"Plan B!"
And then she's at the door, unaltered by the sight of him wiping himself clean with a warm wash cloth.
"All we have to do is go to the pharmacy and get a morning after pill, I'll take it and everything will be okay."
He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in.
"Okay, let's get cleaned up and then we'll go."
"Yeah," she responds but she doesn't move.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I just…"
"It's okay," he walks up to her. "You can tell me."
She licks her lips, gearing up to say what's on her mind.
"It's silly but, I guess… I guess I was thinking that since we already, y'know— that maybe we could do it again. Without the condom…"
His jaw drops.
"I told you it was silly, I was just rationalizing and you probably already came in me, so it can't hurt to happen again. Right? I mean, just one more time before we get the pill?"
He responds with a searing kiss, gripping her ass in both hands as he leads her back to bed. This woman would truly kill him if his lifestyle didn't first.
She wakes up the next morning with a wet feeling between her thighs. She sits up quickly thinking that there's no way she could've had another wet dream, not after getting the real thing.
She tosses the sheet back, a mixture of relief and dismay fill her at what she sees; a red stain covers the white linen underneath her.
Her chances of getting pregnant slim even further, but now she has to figure out how to tell Elliot that she's soiled the bed. She was embarrassed.
She wonders if she can secretly clean the bedding in the laundry room without him knowing. It was stocked with everything necessary, then she remembers that she'll need pads. She would have to tell him about it anyway.
She gets up out of bed, unplugging her phone from its charger to call him. He answers on the first ring.
"Good morning, how ya feeling?"
"I got my period."
"Oh," he sits up in bed. "That's good."
"Yeah…"
"That is good, right? Why don't you sound happy? Unless you're in pain, do you have cramps or something?"
"No, Elliot. I just… I bled on the bed and I don't have any pads," she blurts out.
"Oh… well that's okay, I can get you some new sheets and have Ms. Elma clean them when she comes back."
"No, no. I can clean them. But is there someone that can pick up some pads for me? I'd go but I don't wanna make a mess of myself in public."
"Yeah, of course. I can go," she can hear him moving on the other end of the phone.
"I'm sorry, I should've remembered to bring some but I wasn't thinking."
"Liv, please don't apologize. Not that you need me to tell you this, but you're a woman. It's natural, I know that."
There it was again, that caring nature and gentle soul of his. It was moments like this that helped her see who he truly was inside.
"Thank you, I'm gonna get these sheets in the wash and then take a shower. Just call me at the store so I can tell you which ones to get."
"You got it. And Olivia…"
"Yeah?"
"Congratulations, you're not expecting."
She can't help but chuckle, "back at ya."
"Alright, I'll call you back."
His guard stands in the front of the store, keeping an eye on him as he searches for the correct aisle. When he finds it, he walks down to the other end and he understands why she'd told him to call. This wasn't a one size fits all kind of deal, there were a plethora of lengths and sizes, not to mention brands.
"Hey," she answers and he can hear the shower running in the back.
"Hey, so how does this work? Is it like, the size of your…?"
"The size of my vagina? No, Elliot— jeez." She's full belly laughing now. "It's about how heavy the blood flow is. I usually don't bleed very heavily, but it seems like I will this month."
Truth be told, she thinks that he's fucked her period right out of her. It's never happened to her before, but Dana swears it's a thing.
"So these won't work?"
Her phone pings with a text notification. When she opens it she has to stifle her laugh before correcting him because he's already trying so hard, she doesn't want him to feel bad for not knowing.
"Those are liners, not pads. You know what, FaceTime me and turn the camera around. I'll show you what I need."
When she answers, his camera is already facing away from him.
"Okay, we're looking for pads, not liners. They should be just beside where you are."
The camera pans down to his feet and she can hear him whispering to himself, then his feet are moving and she's up again. She has to squint to see the strength of the two that he's standing in front of.
"Okay, do you see a purple box that says heavy flow at the bottom? I need that, but it'll say long and not regular."
"Long and not regular…" he repeats as he searches.
"No, it just says long. There's a separate box that will say regular, I just want long."
"Oh," it looks like he stands up straight. "This one then?"
He holds up a box in front of the camera, letting her look it over before approving.
"Yeah, that's it. Good job!"
She doesn't know why she's so excited, but a part of her wants him to know that she's proud of his small feat.
"That took you less time than I thought it would."
"Have a little faith in me, lady."
"I absolutely do now. Thank you for this, I'm gonna hop in the shower."
"Alright, I'll see you when I get back."
They hang up and he heads for the cashier. The young girl behind the counter chomps furiously on her gum, eyeing him as he approaches. He places the box down onto the counter and she smirks before speaking.
"First time getting these for your girlfriend?"
"Yeah," he smiles, suddenly realizing what he'd just acknowledged her as. "Well, no. She's not my girlfriend."
"Oh," she scans the box and places it in a brown paper bag. "Do you want her to be your girlfriend?"
He doesn't know why, but he actually wants to spill his feelings for Olivia to this high schooler.
"Yeah, I think I do."
"Then you've got a few more things to get before you leave here."
She shuffles to the door when he knocks, pulling the long robe tighter around herself. When she opens it, he's standing on the other side with just the purple box in his hands.
"My life saver," she reaches for it, watching as his cheeks flush. He always seemed so shy when she praised him.
"Anytime. You coming downstairs?"
"Yeah, just wanna get dressed. I'll be down in a few."
"Cool, I'll be in the kitchen."
She closes the door and resumes her after shower self care, then gets dressed and heads down. Just as he'd said, she finds him in the kitchen, a pile of snacks on the counter before him.
"There you are," he looks up. "I, uh, didn't know what you'd like so I just got a bunch of stuff. There's some ice cream in the freezer too, if you want that."
"Oh, Elliot. You didn't have to do that."
"It's no big deal, they're here if you get any of those cravings."
"You're too sweet," she rounds the counter and places a hand on his forearm, reaching up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "What ice cream did you get?"
"Didn't know what your flavor was so…" he turns to pull the freezer drawer open, revealing a variety of pint sized containers. "I got a few of these too."
She crosses her arms and shakes her head, the move makes him think that he's done something wrong.
"I'm sorry if this is too much, you don't have to have any—"
"Elliot, this was so thoughtful of you."
She moves in to wrap her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.
"To be fair," he rests his head on top of hers. "The girl at the store told me you might want a few things, I just filled in the rest."
"Still very sweet of you," she mumbles against his chest. They let go and she looks over to the pile of snacks, "how about we have some breakfast and then we can split these over a movie?"
"Sounds good to me," he pushes them aside. "Oh, I also got you some medicine. In case your stomach starts hurting or anything."
She must've been a saint in her past life to have someone like him doting on her like this and she was beginning to really enjoy it.
For the next few days, they spend almost all of their time together, only separating when one has to make a phone call or use the restroom. She'd been sleeping in his room since the day her period came, something about the ordeal bringing them closer together.
They've watched movies, taken moonlight walks in the garden, gotten into his father's old records, and drank lots of his wine. One night while Olivia was reading, he'd come up to her room to check on her.
"Doing alright?"
"Mhm," she looks up from the black and white page.
"What ya reading?"
"Just some silly fantasy."
"Oh yeah?" He crosses the room, coming to lie on his side. His head falls gently into his palm, his elbow nestled into the duvet. "What's it about?"
He's down by her legs, looking up at her like he really cares about the contents of this book. Whether he does or doesn't, she enjoys sharing parts of herself with him, no matter how embarrassing they might be.
She bares her teeth in that 'here goes nothing' sort of way, rubbing at the back of her neck.
"To summarize, this girl, the main character, meets a stranger one night while visiting her grandfather for a summer. She starts to see him around town at different places; the grocery store, the library, her favorite bar, and even in her grandpa's neighborhood."
"Let me guess, the guy's stalking her."
"Well, kinda. But there's a decent reason."
"I'm listening."
"Okay, so after seeing him around town she thinks it's some cosmic message, that there's meant to be something bigger for them. He asks her out, she says yes. But she starts to notice little things about him that make her feel crazy, because what they point to can't be real in her mind."
"Is this where the," he uses his free hand to gesture air quotes, "fantasy comes in at?"
"Yes. She thinks the guy is a vampire."
She's getting so worked up over this book, over a storyline so absurd, but it makes his heart feel all warm. He's seen her down, more often in the past week, so to see her overjoyed by something so simple makes him happy. It was adorable to see, really.
"So is he?"
"He is and of course that freaked her out, but I just got to the part where he explains why he's been so drawn to her."
"Alright, keep reading. I wanna know too."
"You want me to read to you?"
"Yeah," he says as if it's the most normal thing.
"Uh, okay."
She uses her thumb to flip the pages apart, opening the book back up to where she'd left off. She looks at him, still unsure as she clears her throat.
"'You'll probably want to leave when you hear what I'm about to say, but please just give me a chance to explain this,' Claus pleads."
"Well, with a name like Claus," Elliot laughs. "How didn't she know?"
"Shush," Olivia tries not to laugh. "'I should've walked out at that moment, but I felt glued to my seat, like my legs were made of lead and I couldn't even stand. He lets out a shaky breath before saying the craziest thing I've heard in my entire life.'"
Elliot rolls over onto his back, locking his hands together over his abdomen.
"'I knew exactly who you were when I first saw you. After three hundred years, it's much easier to identify your soulmate in a crowded room.'"
"That's a lot of years," Elliot mumbles.
She looks down at him with his eyes closed, "Y'know when you ask someone to read to you, it's rude to keep interrupting them."
"Sorry."
"'I was starting to lose hope this time around, didn't think you'd show up. It's been thirty seven years since I last saw you.'
'Claus, what the hell are you saying?'
'You, my darling Anya, are the love of my life. It was three hundred years ago when we began this dance, you knew what I was then but you were afraid of your own transformation. It's a painful one, I couldn't put you through it.'
'No, that can't be possible.'
'We lived a happy life for many years, but your mortality loomed over us until the day finally came that I lost you. I thought that was the end for us, I became the worst version of myself in your absence. And for nineteen years I suffered without you.'
'This is insane.'
'Then I met you again and the world didn't seem so dark anymore. That lifetime was our longest, the second of five so far.'
'Claus, this has to be a joke. How would you even know it was me if I died and came back as a completely different person?'
'It's no easy feat, but when you know someone's soul, you'll spot them anywhere. Charlotte, Olivia, Evelyn, Mia, Ava, and now, Anya. If the world were burning, I could find you from the scent of your scorched flesh alone. From the sound of your cries. I know you in every form.'"
She looks over to Elliot, thinking that he'd have a comment for the dramatics of Claus, only to find him sleeping. His lips are slightly parted, his chest rising and falling gently.
She slips her bookmark between the pages, closing the book and placing it on the nightstand. Pulling the throw blanket from the other side of the bed, she rests it on top of him, then reaches over to turn the bedside lamp off.
The duvet settles only around her waist, his weight on top of it unmoving. She watches him in his peaceful state until her eyes drift shut and she dreams of lifetimes with him.
Sometime later in the night, the sound of the toilet flushing wakes her up. Her eyes blink open as the bathroom door opens, Elliot comes creeping out quietly. Instead of coming to lie with her, he turns toward the door.
"Elliot," she whispers. "Where you going?"
"To my room, to change."
"Just come lie down," she pulls the other side of the duvet up. "Take your clothes off."
He'd rather stay with her anyway, so he pulls his shirt off, tossing it onto the bench. He undoes his pants as he walks back to bed, leaving them on the floor before climbing in next to her.
"S'warmer here," she mumbles, getting comfortable against his chest.
Christmas came like a tornado in the night. She'd been so wrapped up in playing house that she'd forgotten about the world outside of here. There were no decorations in or out of the house, but that was something that Olivia was used to. The only difference was that she didn't have her mother raging and drinking to remind her of the sordid holiday.
Elliot wasn't in bed when she woke up, his spot left empty and cold. She got out of bed, slipping her feet into the warm moccasins that he'd provided. She finds her way downstairs and into the kitchen, where Elliot is pulling out ingredients for breakfast. When he hears her footsteps, he turns to greet her excitedly.
"Merry Christmas, Sleepyhead!"
"I completely forgot about Christmas," she stops, looking to the far end of the island.
A long red box sits at the corner with a silver ribbon wrapped around it, a smaller black box above it.
"Gifts for Ms. Elma?"
"No, actually. Those are for you."
She pauses, looking between him and the gift boxes.
"Elliot, no. I can't take those from you."
"Of course you can."
"When did you even have time to get those?"
"I stopped by a couple places the other day and then had one of the guys go pick them up."
She sighs.
"I obviously haven't gotten anything for you, I'm sorry."
"Liv, I don't need anything." He slides the boxes closer to her, "Go ahead, open them."
She hesitates, running the pad of her finger across the small velvet box.
"I do like small boxes," she says.
"Noted," he smiles.
"These boxes look expensive, Elliot."
"Just open them and stop stalling," he chuckles.
She moves closer to the counter, moving the small box aside to pull gently at the ribbon on the larger rectangular box.
"Best for last," she whispers.
When the ribbon unravels, she lifts the top of the box to reveal a silky red fabric. She lifts it from the box, gasping when it unfolds to its full length.
"Elliot, this is beautiful."
"I'm glad you like it."
"I do," she rests it back inside the box. "But are you sure about this?"
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have gotten you these things." He flattens his hands on the countertop, "For all the shit that I've gotten you into, you deserve it."
"I just don't want you to feel like you owe me for anything that's happened, it's not all on you."
"I mean, that's not the only reason."
"Oh yeah? What else is there?"
"I think you know."
"I don't," she fails to hide her smirk.
"You just like to see me squirm, don't you?"
"Hm," she shrugs.
"Fine. I got you these gifts because I really like you and I guess I thought that I had a better chance at a second date if I bought you something you'd be excited to wear. Plus I think you'd look so damn hot in that dress."
"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret," she walks slowly toward him. "You didn't need to get me anything to solidify a second date, I was gonna give you that anyway. Because I really like you too Elliot. I wouldn't be here if I didn't and I definitely wouldn't have let you fuck me if I didn't."
On that last note, she comes to stand in front of him, pressing her hips against his.
"But I do appreciate everything you're doing for me… and to me."
She looks up at him through her lashes.
"Keep looking at me like that and I'll show you the Claus in me."
"Ew," she smacks his chest with a laugh. "You're disgusting."
"You're the one dry humping me in the kitchen."
Her jaw drops playfully.
"Besides, I told you that I understand. It's natural. A little blood doesn't scare me."
In more ways than one, that was true. She didn't think that he could drive her anymore insane, but somehow he was making it happen.
"Now go open that other one, it goes with the dress."
Her small box, so pretty and inviting. She walks over to it, picking it up to weigh it in her hand. Then slowly, she pulls the top back to reveal a glistening diamond and ruby tennis bracelet.
"Elliot," is all that she can say.
"D'you like it?"
She looks up with tears in her eyes, speechless for a moment.
"This is beautiful," she whispers finally.
She places it back onto the counter and runs to hug him tightly, letting her tears fall at the center of his sweater. She wasn't used to this kind of generosity, especially during the holidays. For years she'd been trained to keep her defenses up and protect herself instead of letting someone else in so deeply.
If she couldn't do it with her own mother, how could she do it with anyone else? But Elliot was quickly changing all of that.
"Thank you," she says into his chest. "I really love it."
Later that day, after a very filling lunch, Elliot receives a call from his father. With Olivia upstairs napping, he was downstairs cleaning his guns when he got the call.
He'd quickly answered and put it on speaker.
"Hey pop," he says simply.
"Elliot, Merry Christmas. I have news for you."
"What's up?"
"You're free to come home, the situation is settled for now."
"Just for now? What happened?"
"In short, we made things difficult for Murphy. Told him that if he didn't back off they'd only get worse. He blamed everything on a few rogue guys of his, but we know better than that."
"I can't believe that guy."
"I've always told you to expect nothing and everything from everyone."
"Yeah, you're right."
"But you've got the night, be back by tomorrow. We've got more to discuss in person."
"Yes sir, I'll see you then."
"Bye, son."
"Later, pop."
He sits there continuing his task, secretly dreading the idea of leaving this safe haven with Olivia. He was taking her back out into the center of a firestorm.
They've made so much progress here, gotten so much closer. He can't imagine what going home will do to them. School would become their priority again, he'd go back to being in the thick of family business, and the bond that they've built would lay unfed.
He hates the thought.
"What're you doing down here?"
He pops the clip back into the final gun as she comes to stand behind the sofa.
"Cleaning the crew, done now."
"Wanna do something? Watch a movie or shoot some pool?"
"Actually, we should probably start packing. Dad gave me a call, said that we're going home tomorrow."
Her fingers still on his shoulders.
"Oh."
"Come," he pushes the coffee table away to make room for her. She circles the sofa, moving to sit next to him but he pulls her onto his lap. "Here."
"So, we're back into the storm tomorrow?"
"Unfortunately," his hand settles on her thigh. "Things won't be the same."
"Then let's make the most of our last night," she kisses him once. "And lucky for you, my friend has finally left the building."
"Lucky for you. She didn't bother me."
"Well, either way, you have my full permission to have your way with me now."
His hand slides up to the thick part of her thigh just under her ass.
"As badly as I want to, I think we should talk first."
She sits up a little straighter, "Okay." Her heart begins to thump harder.
"I just wanted to make sure that we're on the same page before we leave here. There's gonna be so much shit going on and I don't want to lose what this is in the midst of it all."
"And what is this?"
And for the first time in his life he isn't afraid of the 'what are we' conversation.
"Liv, I know what I want this to be. I've known for a while but I also know that this has been difficult for you and I didn't wanna push too hard."
"What do you want this to be, Elliot?"
He lets out a deep breath, leaning his head back against the top of the sofa.
"I want you to be mine. Officially."
"Like… your girlfriend?"
"Yeah."
"So ask me."
He lifts his head up, eyebrows quirking at her forwardness.
"Hurry up before I change my mind."
"Olivia, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Hmm, I need to think about it."
He squeezes her thigh playfully, then tosses her down onto the sofa and hovers above her.
"You swear you're so funny."
"I do," she laughs.
"Answer the question."
"Yes. You should've already known that."
"I'm not presumptuous, you should already know that."
"Okay boyfriend, now that we've solved that can you fuck me?"
"Hmm, I need to think about it."
"Fuck you."
"I bet you want to."
"Asshole."
"I don't play those kinds of kinky games."
"Why not? You afraid of a little pleasure? You know they say that the man's g-spot is accessed through his—"
"Maybe we need to rethink this."
"I'm just kidding baby, but if you change your mind…"
He nips at her exposed throat, pulling her further down the sofa to mold his groin to hers. He's noticed her sensitivity whenever he kisses her here, the way her body shivers and her nails dig into him a little deeper. She'll gasp and clench her thighs around him, whimpers getting caught in her throat.
"That's what I want," she says when he grinds his hardening cock against her center. "That big dick."
He pulls back to look down at her, shocked by the filthy words that have just left her mouth. She likes to tease, he knows that, but this was a whole new form of teasing and it just made him want to take her until she could barely utter a 'yes'.
"That's how you wanna play it?"
"I'm sure you can handle a little dirty talk," her hips push up seeking friction from the solid bulge in his jeans.
"You just make sure you can handle this big dick talking like that."
"I took it like a pro the first time, didn't I?"
He leans in as if he's going to press another kiss at her throat, only to stop below her ear and make her insides quiver.
"Turn around," he growls. "We'll see how tough you really are."
He stands on one foot, the other still bent on the cushion. Quickly, she flips onto her knees, resting her upper half on the arm of the sofa. That perfectly rounded ass sits up high, just waiting for him to have at it.
"I won't judge if you need to tap out, okay?"
"Stop stalling," she throws over her shoulder.
With that, he wraps his hands around her hips, angling her so that a foot dangles off of the furniture. His fingers tuck into the waistband of her black leggings, slowly pulling them down until they bunch around her thighs.
The sight is perfection, she's visibly wet and he can't wait a second longer. He undoes his jeans and pulls them down, barely kicking them off before he grips himself in his hand. He inches closer to her, ready to line himself up and dive in when he realizes that he doesn't have a condom on.
She looks over her shoulder at his pause, "Don't tell me you're scared."
"Nah, I need a condom."
He starts to pull back but her hand grabs his arm.
"Just make sure you pull out. Don't cum in me, Elliot."
"Fuck," he breathes.
He resumes his position, letting his cock rest at the cleft of her ass.
"Thought you didn't play like that," she smirks over her shoulder.
He doesn't give her the satisfaction of a response, just guides himself down between her cheeks until he reaches the wetness he knew would be waiting for him. He wants to push inside and fuck her until she's begging him not to stop, but he restrains himself.
He slips his cock through her wet lips, then pushes inside. He hears her gasp, watches as her back arches more, her fingers dig into the leather under them. The fit of them together is still so new, her grip around his cock feels like she was made to drain him of every drop of cum in his balls.
He says a silent prayer to God, asking for the strength to pull out of her when the time comes, then his hips begin their onslaught.
"Oh," she whines.
He readjusts his hands at her waist, gripping hard and tight, using the hold to slam her back onto him. He's already working up a sweat, his neck goes hot and damp.
He's looking down at their joint bodies, enamored but the way he disappears inside of her. She's taking it all, though clearly losing control of herself, and it sends a tingle through his balls.
The slap of her ass against his pelvis is almost too loud in the empty house.
"You feel so fucking good," he grunts.
"Mmhmm," she looks back at him, eyes low with her lip between her teeth.
That look on her face, it reminds him of a mythological being, seducing men to their deaths. He could see that for himself, because he was beginning to feel like he couldn't live without this, without her.
"Fuck me," he growls.
And she takes it as an order, rocking her hips back to meet his breathtaking thrusts. He can feel his orgasm building, he lifts his foot onto the couch to strengthen his thrusts.
"Oh— fuck."
"Shit Liv, I'm close. You close?"
"Yeah, just keep fucking me."
They're in the home stretch now; her toes are curling and his thighs burn. She's got her forehead plastered to the sofa, his thumbs dig into her back.
"Ohhh, just like that. Keep fucking me like that," she groans.
But he can't. If he doesn't get her to the finish line now, he'll be spilling inside of her and they'd be screwed for sure.
"Touch your clit," he tells her.
Her hand slips between her thighs and it doesn't take much for her to cry out. He pulls out quickly, fisting his cock in the direction of her ass. The feeling of his hot cum landing on her skin makes her nipples tighten, he was staking his claim.
He falls forward, holding himself up above her, his breath hot against her neck.
"Good job."
She slaps his thigh, laughing into her arm.
"You were the one about to get me pregnant."