Protégé
Chapter 11
A/N: The response to this story has been cheering me up, and is why I updated early. I tore my abductor pollicis longus in my right hand, aka part of the fatty muscle at the base of your thumb. Aka the muscle you use to grab or grip anything, or to type on a phone etcetc. Turns out it's basically a muscle you use for everything. And boy does it hurt when you tear it. So all your reviews encouraged me to keep writing this. Especially you Egall318, your reviews and investment in this story are beyond a joy to read as an author. I hope this chapter is satisfactory for you, it scares me how often your ideas I've already written in this story lol, we think alike .
Hope everyone enjoys the premieres this week of SVU and OC…I really need to catch up. Tried to keep this chapter shorter, but failed, every time I try it ends up being over 4,000 words? I dunno what this is, but it's probably rated M, knowing me.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing them for a HOT minute. ;)
Friday, Noon, Captain Olivia Benson's Office
Dodd's was standing beside her as Olivia sat in her office chair. Fin, Elliot, and Casey were sitting in front of them on the chair and couch.
Olivia gulped, her skin flushing as she remembered what transpired between her and Elliot on that couch two days earlier. It had been his first blowjob and he had come in her mouth. The number of firsts he was experiencing with her made her extremely happy. She never realized how good it would feel, dating a younger man. She was slightly confused. Was it just because he was young or was it Elliot himself making her feel that way? He gave her an ego, made her feel beautiful, powerful, smart, sexy, wanton, alluring, and attractive. He made her feel wanted, coveted, like she was a prize, something to treasure. The way his strong, masculine, mid twenties body responded to her, even when she wasn't trying to entice him, it gave her an overwhelming feeling. A feeling she couldn't yet describe. His body wanted hers, he wanted her.
Olivia trailed her eyes over his navy blue suit and starch white shirt. He filled it out so well. She could see his bulging biceps through his jacket as he sat with his arms crossed, legs spread, just as they were on Wednesday, on her couch. Olivia unconsciously licked her lips, remembering how his hard shaft felt in her hand, in her mouth.
Olivia jumped in her chair as Dodd's voice permeated her thoughts, his hand suddenly resting on her blouse covered shoulder.
"So is everyone ready for tonight?" Dodd's asked the room at large.
He didn't wait for a response as he continued talking.
"It all starts with you Fin, you'll be at the front door, when Euphoria opens at 8pm. Owner says you check all IDs."
Fin bobbed his head, "Not my first time pretending to be a bouncer Chief, I know the drill, and the camera I'm wearing will give us a live feed of all those IDs, so if anyone gets attacked tonight, we at least know who was in the club."
Dodd's smiled, "Exactly."
"Stabler, how're you feeling? The owner expects you around 7:30pm. Don't forget he's the only one that knows you're all cops. He said he'll show you around, go through what you'll have to do tonight, and give you your outfits, costumes, clothes, whatever you want to call them," Dodd's explained, flicking his hand in indifference.
"Yes Sir, I'm ready, I think I've prepared, and uh practiced," Elliot cleared his throat, "All I can at this point, you were right, there really was no prepping for this."
"Good that's great Detective," Dodd's agreed. "And that just leaves us with our lovely ladies." Dodd's moved behind Olivia's chair, resting both hands on her shoulders.
"Counsellor, Captain," Dodd's addressed them, rubbing Olivia's shoulders, "You'll arrive at Euphoria around 10pm, dressed appropriately, and Fin will allow you to enter. We can't have you wearing cameras but you will be wired for sound," Dodd's rattled on.
Elliot couldn't help noticing how their Chief was touching Olivia. He seemed far too comfortable touching her. Did they have a past? Elliot wasn't necessarily jealous as he stared down at the floor, he was aware she had a past before him. She had obviously dated and had experiences with multiple men, she was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in the flesh. But it was her past that made him question their future. He was insecure about his ability to please her. There was no way he could live up to what she had already experienced. He couldn't bring anything new to the table.
Elliot frowned as he shook his head and tried to concentrate and be in the present.
Dodd's was leaving the office and everyone was standing to do the same. They had the afternoon off to prepare for their night. Olivia asked if they were ready before dismissing them.
Elliot hung back for a moment.
"You okay?" Olivia asked him, "Nervous?"
Elliot nodded and shrugged, "Maybe a little?"
"Are you, um-ready? Physically speaking? I uh, know you're not very hairy, but you've shaved everywhere the owner told you about?" Olivia's eyes raked down his suit clad form, pausing at his groin.
Elliot chuckled lightly, and scratched the back of his head, "Don't do that right now, but yes, I'm as smooth as I've ever been, as you will see later," he responded quietly in a deep voice, aware her office door was open.
Olivia bit her lip, "At the club?"
Elliot nodded, "Of course, that's what I meant Captain, you will see my body at the club…" he trailed off as he felt the heat in the room rising, along with the tension.
Elliot was staring at the lip she was biting on. He wanted to be the one biting it. He wanted to kiss her, pull her plump lower lip into his mouth, suck on it, lick it, nip it with his teeth, before letting it go.
They both cleared their throats. Elliot stared into her beautiful amber eyes, her pupils were dilated, and although he swore they were sparkling, they were also a shade darker than normal.
"I-you need to go," Olivia ordered.
"Yeah, I definitely do, see you tonight Benson," Elliot broke their heated gaze, he moved his hand, wrapping a few fingers around hers, and giving them a gentle squeeze of reassurance. He gave her a small smile before releasing her fingers and walking out of her office.
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Friday Night, 10:15pm, Euphoria Strip Club
"I can't believe we're getting paid to watch a bunch of hot young men take off their clothes," Casey whispered, she couldn't hide her excitement.
Olivia rolled her eyes as she approached Fin, "You seriously need a boyfriend, or to get laid at the very least."
"Well maybe I'll get lucky and meet someone tonight, the amount of sexual studs in here, 10 or more twenty something guys in the prime of their lives and at their sexual peak? Yeah I'm looking forward to this case," Casey smiled widely, taking out her fake ID to show Fin.
"Dear God," Olivia groaned.
Fin grinned widely as they were next in line, "How you ladies doin' tonight? Y'all lookin' fineeeee. Can I see some ID?"
Olivia gave him a stern look, as his eyes roamed up and down their bodies. They handed him their ID's, ignoring the smirk on his face.
Olivia was wearing a red wrap dress, that fell to mid thigh. She knew her 4 inch black heels made her stocking clad legs and ass look fantastic. She was showing far more cleavage than she ever would at work. Her hair was down in her natural flowing waves.
To her right Casey was wearing a green dress, with white heels. She too was wearing her hair down, but straight.
"You ladies have a good night," Fin grinned widely.
"You too," Olivia gave him a pointed look at they entered the club.
It was a much nicer club than the ones she had been to in the past for batchelorette parties. There was a large stage with chair lining it. Behind the chairs were small tables with more seating. And finally a row of couches on the far wall. Olivia could make out a couple doors at the back of the room.
It was darker in the club, but the stage was lit well enough to see a man halfway through a routine. Olivia guessed he may have started out wearing a pilot's uniform.
The music was blasting, Casey grabbed her hand and led her through the club, finding an empty table a row back from the stage.
Olivia sat down and looked around, she couldn't see Elliot which made her nervous, before she could ask Casey if she could see him they were approached by a young hispanic man.
"Welcome ladies, can I get you something to drink?" the man asked them.
"Just a couple club sodas for now," Casey ordered. As much as Olivia wanted a shot at that moment, they were not going to drink on this case.
"My names Daniel, and I'll be right back with those drinks," he winked and walked away.
He was dressed like a chip'n'dale dancer. Bowtie and slacks. Olivia noted a few men dressed this way, working around the room. She wondered if maybe that's how Elliot would be working. That wouldn't be so bad she thought.
Daniel was back a few minutes later with their drinks. Neither woman had spotted Elliot yet. Olivia continued to scan the room, but couldn't help watching the man on stage too. He was a tall, dark, handsome man. He had just stripped down to a thong, he turned around, clenching his solid butt cheeks and bending over, much to the crowds pleasure. He was still wearing a pilot's hat and a pair of aviators as he pulled the thong down his powerful thighs.
The man shot the thong into the audience, and moving his body to the music he spun around, while taking off his hat, the crowd cheering and sighing as he covered his penis with his hat. He dropped to the floor on the stage and pretended to grind into his hat.
"Good lord it's hot in here," Casey said breathily, lifting her hair and fanning herself.
Olivia chuckled, "We've just started, pace yourself."
As Olivia looked around she saw more and more women getting lap dances.
Two tables over there was another dancer, Olivia guessed he was pushing 30. He looked like he was Italian or Portuguese, with dark wavy hair, piercing brown eyes, and the kind of tan she had, all year round.
His gaze was locked on her as other women tried to get his attention.
Olivia broke their gaze, her eyes dropping down his chiseled body. He was in the same great shape as Elliot. She licked her lipstick covered lips, and took a sip of her drink, her mouth felt dry.
The man gave her a small closed lip smile, and turned his attention back to the women in front of him.
"God I wonder how much he'd cost," Casey mumbled in Olivia's ear. "I think he likes you, where's the back room?" Casey turned her head looking around.
"Shut up, I'm not here for a lap dance and neither are you," Olivia corrected her but before Casey could respond the handsome dancer was standing in front of their table.
"Hi there, my name's Tony, is this your first time here at Euphoria? I think I'd remember seeing you here before," Tony introduced himself.
His torso was bare, and he was wearing the smallest, and tightest boxer briefs Olivia had ever seen.
"Jennifer," "Monica," Casey replied, pointing at herself and Olivia.
Tony smiled widely, revealing a pearly white set of teeth, "Could I interest either of you-"
Casey cut him off, "Monica would loveeeeee a lap dance from you."
Olivia snapped her head towards Casey, "No Jen, I couldn't."
Casey smiled, taking some of her bills out of her purse and handing them to Olivia, she winked at her, "Go wild Monica, how many chances are you going to get with a hot young guy like Tony here?"
Tony chuckled, "Are you kidding me? A beautiful woman like you?" he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
Olivia knew it would look suspicious to turn him away, she smiled shyly and shrugged, reminding herself to kill Casey when this case was over.
Olivia pushed her chair away from the table, to give Tony more room to work. If she had to sit through this, she supposed it was okay to enjoy it. She still hadn't seen Elliot, and with nothing else to do she indulged in the sexy man who began his lap dance.
The women around Olivia hooted, cheered, and whistled as he started moving his body to the music.
Olivia was unaware that she was being watched for the last 10 minutes, when more and more men had appeared on the floor, giving lap dances. Elliot was one of these men. He had hung back around the bar. Although there was a flood of beautiful women at the club, he noted a lot of the guy's eyes lingered on his Captain.
"Hey new guy," the bartender called, "I know the first shift can be difficult, but you gotta put yourself out there, I'll find a target for you."
George, the bartender scanned the room, knowing who was likely to be drunk and handsy, versus the sober, more docile customers.
"Ah," George pointed, "Feisty redhead, go get her man."
Elliot gulped as he pointed at Casey, "Uhhh," Elliot sighed, knowing he had no good excuse to get out of it.
"It's perfect, Tony will be beside you, he's the alpha here man, longest working dancer, plus you'll get better tips working beside someone else, really riles them up," George grinned, his eyebrows raising up and down.
Elliot pretended to be excited at this idea, "Thanks." He gave George a thumbs up as he walked towards Tony, who noticed him approaching immediately.
Tony looked towards George who must've gave him some kind of signal. " "James, this is Jennifer, I'm sure she could use your services," Tony indicated Casey, as he moved to straddle Olivia himself.
Olivia and Casey's heads turned towards him, both showing a physical reaction to his appearance.
Casey's jaw dropped. Olivia's jaw tensed.
He was dressed in the same small boxer briefs as Tony. And he filled them even better.
Olivia groaned, she just went from heaven to hell.
Tony resumed his routine, he was moving his groin against her. Her legs were spread on either side of him, her dress had hiked up her legs, her strong thighs exposed.
Olivia couldn't concentrate on Tony. She saw red and it wasn't Casey's hair as Elliot straddled Casey, the chair didn't have arms, like it did in their office, giving him room to move about.
Elliot basically repeated what they had done on Wednesday night at the precinct, he moved his body to the music, thread his fingers through Casey's hair, pushing her face into his chest, before placing her hands on his pecs and sliding them down his body.
Olivia grunted as Casey moaned, she took advantage of the situation and tucked some bills into his boxer briefs, grazing his dick over his briefs as she did.
Olivia couldn't take it, so this is what Elliot had been doing that night. It appeared there were 3 positions a dancer could have in a night. Either a waiter, a dancer working the floor, or a dancer on stage.
Olivia turned her attention back to Tony, she slipped some money into his briefs too. "I heard there are private rooms here?"
Tony quirked an eyebrow, "Yeah, there are. Are you interested in a more…private show?"
Olivia gave him her best smile, "I am, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I got a thing for Irish men."
Her eyes darted to Elliot who had turned around, and was now rubbing his ass against Casey, her hands were wrapped around his torso, roaming up and down his abs.
Olivia tried to stay in character as Tony got off her and got Elliot's attention. He pulled Elliot slightly to the side. Olivia assumed he was explaining the situation and seeing if Elliot was interested. She could feel Casey's eyes on her as Elliot nodded, looking up and catching Olivia's eyes. Olivia reached for the battery pack to her wire, discreetly flicking it off.
Olivia stood up as Tony walked back to her and grabbed her hand. "I'll be right back Jen," Tony winked at Casey before pulling Olivia towards one of the doors at the back of the room, Elliot following behind them.
They walked through a door which led to a dark hallway, with a series of doors. Another bouncer stood at the start of the hallway, he smiled at Tony.
Tony told him it was Elliot's first night, but he thought he'd be safe with Olivia, she hadn't been drinking and the buff bouncer gave them the key to room #2.
Tony unlocked the room and handed Elliot the key.
"He's all yours for an hour, just don't mark him up, it'll be $2,500," Tony grinned at the pair, taking Olivia's money, and closing the door behind him.
They could still hear the music as Olivia rushed to lock the door.
"What the hell?" Elliot asked. "Is there a problem or do you have something to tell me because we can't do shit from in here Olivia."
Olivia sighed and dropped her head against the door. She hadn't been thinking. She hadn't been focused on the case. She acted like a jealous lover, not an officer. And he was right, they were stuck in that room now for at least forty-five minutes. Nobody would leave early after paying $2,500 for a man.
"Fuck," she groaned.
"Yeah we are, what the hell were you thinking?!" Elliot demanded as he took a seat on the futon in the room.
Olivia turned around, "I was thinking, I got you away from Casey's roaming hands!"
Elliot stood up, "And why was that an issue?"
Olivia's nostrils flared in anger as she remembered seeing her friends hands all over Elliot's body.
"Because she was touching you, and your-all over," Olivia waved her hands in front of her indicating Elliot's body.
"Yes that tends to happen when one is giving a lap dance Olivia! Shit!" Elliot's voice was getting louder and louder.
"Fuck you Elliot I know how a fucking lap dance works," Olivia grumbled.
"Yeah you do because you were pretty happy to be getting one yourself, until I came around," Elliot accused.
"I didn't-why the hell did you choose Casey for God sakes?!" Olivia's voice was getting louder too. She was happy she turned off her wire.
"I didn't, the fucking bartender told me to go get her," Elliot explained.
"Well, you sure took his advice didn't you," Olivia pointed out.
"You-fuck you're unbelievable Captain," Elliot took a step towards her.
"Yeah well you both seemed to be enjoying it too, maybe you just have a thing for older women," Olivia accused.
"No, I don't, for some reason I have a thing for you!" Elliot exclaimed, as he pushed her against the wall.
"Ungh," Olivia grunted as her back hit the wall.
Olivia opened her mouth to reprimand him, but Elliot took advantage and grabbed her by the back of her head. He sealed his lips over hers and plunged his tongue into her warm mouth.
Olivia grabbed him by his ribs, gliding her hands up and down his sides. She broke the kiss and tilted her head, taking in a deep breath before deepening the kiss. Their tongues duelled for supremacy, their teeth nipping at one another's lips. Elliot ran his hands down her back, palming her full ass through her dress.
Olivia moaned as Elliot broke the kiss and sucked on her neck.
"I didn't say shit when Dodd's had his hands all over you today," Elliot huffed against her throat, the tension palpable.
Olivia leaned her head back against the wall, she wasn't sure when her and Elliot had started gyrating against one another, "What do you want a medal?"
Elliot chuckled as he moved his mouth down to her exposed collarbones, "Say it, tell me why it bothered you so much, say it Olivia."
There was something about the way he said her full name. Olivia moaned as his lips moved down her sternum, between her perky breasts. He rubbed his nose and mouth over her hard nipples, visible through her bra and dress.
"Fuck, I was jealous okay? I've never felt this way before," Olivia muttered breathily.
Elliot smiled against her chest, "I make you jealous?"
Olivia moaned, "I don't know why, when I see other women talk or touch you, I don't know, I just get-mad, angry, I feel all this tension inside, like I want to hit something, or more specifically someone."
"Hmmm," Elliot hummed against her breast, "And is that someone whomever is touching me?"
"Yessssssssss," Olivia purred as Elliot squeezed her ass, while lifting her, and pinning her against the wall. Her stocking clad legs wrapped around his hips.
Elliot nipped the inside of her breast, he supported her ass with one arm, and using his other hand he pulled back her stretchy wrap dress and bra, exposing her right nipple.
"Mine," Elliot declared as he licked her hard bud.
"Oh fuck, El-Li-Ot!" Olivia huffed wrapping her arms around his bare shoulders, the way he was supporting her with just one arm, was adding to her arousal.
"Mmhm," Elliot hummed against her breast, the vibrations sending tingles down to her core.
Elliot sucked her engorged tip into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, he caught the brownish pink pebble between his teeth, and tugged until it popped out of his mouth.
He looked up as Olivia let out a long moan, "You look so fucking gorgeous tonight, I swear I've seen every eye in the room out there checking you out at least twice."
"El, shit-" Olivia squirmed in his embrace, her lace panties were damp, he'd already sufficiently ruined them.
Elliot used his free hand and glided it up the outside of her thigh, "There must be 50 women out there, and yet I can't take my eyes off of you Liv."
Elliot inched her dress higher up her thick tanned thigh, he furrowed his brow when his hand came into contact with her bare skin, then a lacy garter.
Elliot dropped his head forward, landing between her breasts, one still covered by her dress, "Tell me you're not…" he grunted, thrusting his hard bulge into her core.
He assumed her stockings went up to her waist. Instead, his Captain was wearing half stockings with a garter belt underneath her dress.
"Fuck this," Olivia pushed against Elliot's shoulders, he stumbled and she dropped to her feet, maneuvering them until she could push him down onto the futon. She had taken a backseat in their encounter so far, but not anymore.
Elliot gulped, staring up at her, her chest heaving, her nipple swollen and wet from his mouth, stood proudly on her large breast. He didn't know exactly how old she was, but her body didn't show it. He had very little to compare them to, but her breasts were the same golden colour as the rest of her skin. Her nipples a light brown and pinkish colour. They filled his hands and then some. He always thought he was an ass man, which she had in ample supply too, but she quickly had him hooked on body parts he had never even noticed on other women before.
Olivia pulled the tie at her waist, unraveling her dress, opening it for him.
"I want you Elliot, I don't know what the hell we're doing, and I don't know where we're going, I never expected this in a million years, but I need you, and only you," Olivia husked, exposing her lingerie covered body to his hungry eyes.
Olivia dropped her dress to the floor, and ripped off her wire.
She crawled onto the futon, straddling his torso, Elliot moaned when she lowered herself on top of him, she knew he could feel her juices through her thin lacy thong.
Olivia smoothed her hands up his chiseled abdomen to his flexing pecs. "I don't want you seeing other women."
Elliot nodded, gripping her hips, running his palms over the lacy material, "And why not?" he asked in a gravelly tone.
Olivia took a deep breath, "Because I-I have feelings for you. I thought-at first, I figured this was nothing more than a physical attraction, but-I don't know when, it changed, you make me feel emotions I've never felt before. You somehow bring things out of me that I would never allow anyone else to see."
Elliot moved his hands, grabbing onto her bare ass, he squeezed and they both groaned.
"I dunno what I've done for you to feel that way Olivia," Elliot rocked her against the hard muscles of his abdomen, "But you're the amazing one. You've taught me more than anyone else in my life, and I don't just mean sexually. Yes, you're beautiful and sexy, but shit, you're so much more. You're smart, funny, compassionate, and empathetic."
They moved together, Olivia grinding down against him, her breast jiggled, only one exposed, and as she looked down she could see his lower abdomen shining with her juices.
Olivia whimpered on top of him, "God you're fucking amazing, I dunno what it is Liv, I just want more and more of you."
Elliot grabbed the sides of her thong and tried to pull them down. He couldn't get them very far, they were underneath her garter belt.
"Rip them," she whined above him.
Elliot gulped, listening to her command, he gripped one side and pulled hard. It took very little strength to tear the small lacy fabric from her body. Elliot tossed them onto the floor beside them. They were soaking wet.
Olivia lurched forward, kissing him. Her lips slid across his, sucking his bottom one into her mouth. Elliot moaned, her mouth catching it. She ran her tongue along his lip, then flicked it inside of his mouth, tangling with his.
Elliot reached down to free himself from his boxer briefs. He could feel Olivia's moisture all over the deep 'V' at the base of his torso.
Olivia suddenly pulled away from his mouth, sitting up straight on top of him, on the futon.
"Wait, wait," Olivia shook her head, panting heavily, her hips continued to move against him though, her body at war with her heart and mind.
"Wh-what's wrong?" Elliot stuttered, he was thrusting his hips against her ass, unable to stay still any longer.
It literally pained Olivia to say the next words. Her body was hot, she didn't think she had ever been so turned on in her life.
"No-not here," Olivia whispered breathily.
Elliot's eyebrows shot up, "What?" his hands dug into her thrusting hips.
Olivia nodded, "Not here," she stated, more firmly. "Your first time-"
"Can be anywhere," Elliot pulled on her hips, her core grinding more firmly against him.
Olivia shook her head, "Our first time, shouldn't be here Elliot," she stressed the word 'Our'.
Olivia closed her eyes and brought her pelvis to a halt.
Elliot moaned, a high pitched whine leaving the back of his throat. Not only was he harder than he had ever been, but he was pretty sure she had never been so wet either.
He gazed at her core. He could smell her arousal. She was bare, her nether lips parted and glistening, covered in her juices. He could see her engorged clit poking out from its hood. Her folds were dark, swollen with blood. He rubbed his hands up and down her smooth upper thighs. He wanted to touch, he wanted to taste, he wanted to know what it would finally be like to feel all that warm wet moisture around his throbbing cock. Her tight walls felt euphoric against his fingers and tongue, would they feel even better wrapped around his dick?
Olivia was panting on top of him, trying to catch her breath. She moved to get off of him, her clit rubbing against his torso causing her to whimper.
Elliot grasped her, keeping her pressed against him. He shook his head, "Come on me."
"Nuh-no," Olivia whispered.
"You're so close, you can't walk out like this," Elliot knew she'd need a little convincing. He gulped, he wasn't exactly an expert at dirty talk, but he knew it'd get her off quickly, "Grind that pussy against me, you're so wet Liv, let me feel you come on me."
He felt her slowly begin to move her core against his pelvis again. "That's it, spread yourself all over me, I'll smell like you for the rest of the night," her hips picked up the pace of her thrusts as she ground her clit into his muscles. Her ass was inadvertently rubbing up and down his erection through his briefs. He knew without even trying he was going to come from her movements too.
"You know when we go back out there that it's your arousal, and scent covering my body, and that I've been out there surrounded by pretty women all night, but I didn't get an erection until you arrived," Elliot husked in her ear. "I desire you and only you, you love that don't you, you dominate my mind, and body," Elliot paused for a moment, "Captain."
That did it, Olivia moaned, her back bent, arching above him, grinding her core into him as hard as she could, her muscles tensed and flexed, and her thighs squeezed his waist as she climaxed. Elliot felt a rush of fluid hit his abdomen and briefs, covering him in her juices. He jerked in his briefs as he watched her come, it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, El, ahhhhhhhhh," she exclaimed as she worked through her orgasm.
Elliot thrust his hips, he could feel himself spirt in his underwear, over and over. "Livvvvvvvvvvvv," he drawled. His body tensing under hers, his eyes rolled back in his head.
Her body shivered and collapsed against his, they were both panting as they came down from their highs.
Olivia nuzzled his neck, "Di-did you?"
Elliot nodded, drawing in as much oxygen as he could, unable to speak.
Olivia attached her lips to his throat, his skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, she could taste the saltiness on her tongue and she probed his jugular, feeling his rapid heartbeat against her tongue, as well as her breast that was pressed against his chest.
Elliot leaned down and pecked her lips. He was about to kiss her again when there was a knock at the door, "Times up James, Monica, you got 10 minutes," the bouncer called through the door.
They both let out simultaneous groans of disappointment.
Olivia smoothed her hand over his cheek, "I'm sorry for earlier."
Elliot shook his head, "I think we were headed to an argument, we've done a lot of things but talking wasn't one of them. We needed to have it out, it was just a bad time and place for everything to boil over."
Olivia smiled, she leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss. When he talked like that she truly forgot he was in his mid twenties.
"I think we need to talk more, but you're absolutely right, now is not the time or place, let's try to make our selves presentable and get back to the task at hand," Olivia suggested kindly, her voice was still husky from their activities.
Elliot grinned and leaned forward, giving her another quick kiss.
Together they redressed and used the supplies in the room to clean themselves up as well as they could. They kept coming together again and again to share small short kisses. Olivia couldn't keep the grin off her face as Elliot had to wipe her juices off his body, and change his boxers briefs too. The club kept a supply of the 'uniform' in one of the closets in each room. He was right, it pleased her immensely knowing he was covered in her essence, and smell.
Elliot gave her a sly smirk when they were ready to leave, he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I was right wasn't I?"
Olivia ducked her head, knowing she was caught, "Maybe, Detective," she hummed in a low voice.
"Shit, don't call me that, I've just got my control back," Elliot huffed.
Olivia looked up into his piercing blue eyes, "You ready?"
"Yep, you?" Elliot inquired
Olivia nodded, "Let's try to wrap this up tonight, I don't think I can take another night at this place."
Elliot smoothed his hand into her long dark chocolate locks, he pulled her into one last kiss. He nipped her top lip first, then her bottom. He was trying to convey so much through his lips. Olivia moaned, her hands digging into his pecs.
"Only you," he whispered as he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers.
Olivia nodded against him as the bouncer pounded on the door again.
Elliot squeezed her fingers, before opening the door and walking out. It was already past midnight, and Olivia knew her and Casey would have to leave soon. She took a deep breath as she walked back out to the main room, not knowing what the rest of the night and weekend, would have in store for her.
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A/N: You still with me? If you are drop a review.
You want a night 2? ;) Or we wrap it up on night 1? Let me know in the comments.
