Protégé

Chapter 18

A/N: Picks up the next day. Im not caught up on the new seasons so no spoilers please. I don't know if mature Benson, younger Stabler, has become a 'thing' but I've seen it a lot on twitter lately. The new display picture is thanks to the amazing micayla_zee, if you haven't, check her out on Twitter, she's super talented! I put a lot into this chapter, still not happy with it but hopefully someone enjoys it! It's a lot, rated M.

The Four Seasons Hotel, Random Hotel Room, Surveillance Room, Manhattan, Monday Evening/Night

"Everybody ready?" Olivia asked her team, who were standing around their hotel suite. They had set up surveillance in a spare room at The Four Seasons hotel in Manhattan.

Carisi and Rollins nodded affirmatively, and Olivia watched as Amanda looped her arm through his. They looked a little too comfortable, like they had behaved like this before, 'acting' like a couple. She made a mental note to keep an eye on that, and wondered how much longer she could let it go, when they were making it so obvious that they had a different kind of relationship, aside from being partners.

"You guys good too?" Olivia turned her attention to Fin, Nick, and Elliot. Fin was working security in the actual conference room. They had managed to squeeze Nick in as a server, he would be pretending to serve them drinks, but they'd be the non-alcoholic kind. Elliot was going to be back up for the both of them, extra uniforms were also ready for him to change into if need be.

"Alright, get going then, the event has already started," Olivia ordered her squad to move.

Olivia heard the hotel room door close as she watched the monitors they had set up. She had eyes on the large conference room, kitchen, and hallways of the hotel. As well as the room they had set up for Carisi and Rollins.

Olivia sat on the large king sized bed, she couldn't help noticing Elliot standing awkwardly and looking around the room in her peripheral vision. She hadn't realized when handing out the assignments that it would leave her alone with her younger Detective.

Olivia quickly glanced around, and realized he was trying to decide where to sit.

Although they had made up yesterday in her office, things were still a little awkward between them.

She knew they had some time to kill before anything would happen, the conferences tended to last upward of three hours, and the couples were all assaulted between 11pm to midnight, not long after they had stumbled to their hotel rooms. They kept the alcohol flowing at these events, making the couples even easier to restrain and attack.

Olivia scooted over on the large bed, "You can sit," she called, looking down and smoothing the non existent wrinkles out of her work slacks.

"You sure?" Elliot asked, walking slowly towards her in the large suite. "Didn't want to make you uncomfortable," he explained, unbuttoning his steel grey suit jacket, and sitting down, leaving a couple feet between them.

Olivia nodded, "You're good, promise," she gave him a tight lipped smile.

"I gotta take this off, it's too warm in here," Elliot explained as he shed his jacket, walking over and sliding it on a hook by the door, before strolling back to the bed. He undid his cuffs, and carefully rolled his sleeves up his arms, exposing his strong forearms, including his marine tattoo.

Olivia bit her lip, and leaned back on her hands. She loved his arms. From his pale smooth shoulders, one of them portraying his cross tattoo, down to his bulging biceps and triceps, capable of lifting her and pinning her to any wall, to his forearms, where she could trace the veins laying just beneath his skin, ending in his large hands. Hands and fingers that touched her, roamed her body, teased and stroked her, and brought her more pleasure than she ever thought possible.

They touched her face, tangled in her hair, they roamed down her neck and chest, where they teased her pebbled nipples. And just when she didn't think she could take anymore, he'd use those thick fingers to stroke her clit, causing her to have multiple orgasms over the last couple months.

Elliot had sat back down on the bed while she scrutinized his hands. She didn't know if he did it on purpose, but he flexed his hands, cracking his knuckles. Olivia looked away, and tried to make light conversation, anything to distract herself from the thoughts in her head.

"So, uh yesterday, you said something about being here before? Some happy memory you have from this hotel?" Olivia asked looking forward towards the monitors.

Elliot grinned, "You haven't put it together yet?" He chuckled lightly, "Well I'm not surprised, when we met again in your office you said you didn't remember."

Olivia snapped her head towards him, "Wait…" she trailed off as she tried to figure out what he was referring to.

"Th-that awards ceremony was here, in that conference room, in this hotel-" Olivia stuttered, shocked she hadn't made the connection earlier.

Elliot tapped his nose, "Ding ding, this is the hotel we met in a couple years ago." He twisted his neck and glanced around the room before settling his eyes on her figure. He made an exaggerated movement of scanning his eyes up and down her body, "Too bad you aren't wearing that red dress again."

This time it was Olivia turning as red as her dress was that night. That awards ceremony had been a blur for her, she had met a countless number of people, and just like the conference they were currently watching, there had been an open bar that evening too.

She suddenly had a vision of speaking to Sergeant Joseph Stabler, and a young shaggy haired man standing behind him, but his eyes were diverted, he had been staring at the floor.

"You were wearing a brown suit, it matched your longer brunette hair. When I first met you and you commented on when we met before, I didn't understand how I could've ever forgotten your eyes, but now I realize I never saw them. You were staring at the floor the entire time I was talking to your Dad."

"You remember?" Elliot couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"Mmhm, so it would seem, weird though…" Olivia trailed off again.

"What's that?" Elliot inquired.

"Hmmm? Oh, just that I don't even remember the name of my date that night," Olivia explained.

"Not so memorable I assume?" Elliot eyed the monitors they were suppose to be watching.

"Guess not," Olivia agreed. "I can't believe how well you remember that night."

Elliot huffed, "Once I saw you, trust me my gaze barely left you that night. You changed my life that evening."

Olivia laughed awkwardly, "I thought I felt someone staring at me all night."

"Oh trust me, I can guarantee most of the people in that room, couldn't take their eyes off you, you looked so beautiful," Elliot admitted quietly.

"Thank you, I barely even remember that night, I think a mixture of bourbon and wine, were the culprits," Olivia turned her attention back to their monitors.

Elliot smiled as he concentrated once again on the case.

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The next few hours flew by, Olivia watched as Carisi and Rollins paraded around the conference room, most of the time locked in an intimate embrace, while they pretended to drink excessively, instead Nick serving them non-alcoholic beverages.

They carried on until they appeared plastered, and headed to their hotel room, pretending to stumble down the hallway to their suite.

They were barely through their door before a suspect adorned in black clothing and a mask, pushed their way into the room.

It didn't take long for her Detectives to handle the situation and subdue the perp. They had managed to catch the criminal in the act.

It was close to midnight as they were wrapping up the case. TARU packed up all the surveillance tech, leaving the squad alone in the hotel room.

"Good job tonight everyone, you all did your parts perfectly. Head home for the night, get some sleep, and I want all your files by the end of day tomorrow," Olivia ordered the tired looking group.

Fin yawned loudly, "Don't gotta tell me twice. Amaro let's go."

The two men often drove together, living across the street from one another. Olivia use to carpool with them, but her hours were so different now that she was the Captain.

"Yeah, we're gonna head out too," Carisi pointed to the door, "I'm exhausted."

"Me too, night y'all," Amanda confessed, walking out with Carisi, after he held the door open for her.

Elliot turned his attention back to his Captain, "And then there were two."

Olivia gulped, "Do you need a ride?"

She watched as Elliot tipped his head from side to side when suddenly a smile appeared on his face, "Boy do I ever."

Olivia chuckled and smiled shyly, "My heads been in the gutter all night."

"What, why?" Elliot asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"That, that right there," Olivia pointed at his arms.

Elliot dropped his arms and furrowed his brows, he looked down, "My shirt?"

He was wearing steel grey suit pants, he had ditched his jacket earlier that evening. His white dress shirt was nothing special, paired with a black tie, and belt.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "No, your arms."

Elliot quirked an eyebrow, "My arms?"

Olivia bit her upper lip, and looked away, "Yes you have… nice arms, and ha-hands."

Elliot looked down at his hands, turning them over, she had a thing for his arms and hands? He didn't think he was anything special, he constantly believed she was firmly out of his league, even if they had been the same age. God knew he had a thing for multiple parts of her body. It use to anger him, and make him jealous, when he noticed how many people stared, or did a double take when she entered a room.

Now though, now it made him proud. That he could get the admiration, and attention of a woman that looked like her, gave a great boost to his self esteem. And the people staring, and flirting with her, didn't even know that she was even more beautiful on the inside than she was on the outside.

Elliot strolled towards her, where she was propped up against the low standing dresser in the suite.

He could see her tracking his movements in her peripheral vision.

"What about my arms, and hands Liv?" Elliot's tone had dropped, he could hear a rough voice emanating from his throat.

Olivia rubbed the corner of her eyebrow and laughed awkwardly, "I-uh you know, just, I don't know, I like the way you wrap them around me, I feel-things, safe in your embrace. And then…"

Elliot nodded, stepping between her legs, "And then…?" he questioned, dragging out the final word.

He watched her take a deep breath, swallowing past an obvious lump in her throat.

"Um, I just couldn't stop thinking about," she paused as Elliot placed his hands on her hips, softly stroking her back and forth with his thumbs, inadvertently tugging her blouse out of her pants.

"Th-these," Olivia stuttered, putting her hands over his, and intertwining their fingers.

Elliot lifted their hands to his lips, kissing her fingers that were tangled with his, "Go on, what about them, what were you thinking?"

He watched Olivia shiver, his deep tone affecting her physically.

"The way you've used them to touch me," Olivia confessed in a breathy whisper, standing tall and placing his hands back on her hips. She let go of them, and stripped off her blazer, tossing it on the dresser behind her.

Elliot opened his mouth to speak but she placed her finger over his lips.

"One of the first things I ever noticed about you, was how thick your fingers were," Olivia purred in a gravelly voice. She lifted one of his hands to her lips, nipping a couple of his fingertips before sucking his middle finger into her mouth.

"Jesus Christ," Elliot exhaled loudly, he couldn't help squeezing her hip in his other hand.

"Mmmm, and the way you've used them to touch me, to caress my body from head to toe, the way you stimulate my breasts, work me into a frenzy, and rub my clit. God, nobody's ever touched me like you do El. And the way you fill me, stretch me, make me mold around your thick fingers, fuck El, I think I could come again just thinking about the way you've worshipped my body with nothing but these hands," Olivia husked in his ear, flicking her tongue against his earlobe.

She could feel him breathing deeply against her body. She hummed as her breasts brushed against his heaving pecs.

"I-uh yeah, ummm," Elliot stammered, unable to string together any sensical words, it was far more than he had expected for a response.

"Mmhm," Olivia pressed her hands against his pecs and ran them down his body, stopping at his waist. She pushed until he started walking backwards, only pausing when his legs hit the foot of the king sized bed that they had been sitting on earlier in the night.

Olivia ran a hand along his strong jaw, angling his head so she could stare into his eyes.

"So we technically met here, a couple years ago, and actually remembered it?"

Elliot nodded, "You're hard to forget. My father brought me to that awards ceremony, hoping to bore me, and convince me not to go to the academy, or into policing. Then I saw you, I won't deny that initially I was just attracted to this," Elliot trailed his hand down her arm. "But then I heard the speeches, and the reason you were getting your award, and I was entranced. I barely knew your name, but I was so enthralled by the way people spoke about your drive, and the passion you had to get justice for your victims."

"My father wanted to dissuade me that day, but instead he unknowingly gave me a glimpse into my future, someone I could look up to, and a job and department I could strive towards joining. It was you, it was always you, from the moment I met you, right here, in this hotel, you changed my life that night without even knowing or meaning to," Elliot confessed, wiping the tear that was about to fall from her eye.

To say his words had moved her would be an understatement, she had no idea that she was the reason he had applied to her unit. Like a lot of cops, she figured he just wanted to follow in his father's footsteps, that perhaps SVU was just a stepping stone for him like so many other officers.

"Well… maybe I can change it again?" Olivia whispered, her voice thick from her emotions, she stared at his lips, unable to look at his eyes.

Elliot raised an eyebrow, there was no mistaking her meaning. "Re-really? Here?" He looked at the bed behind him. "I didn't tell you that to get you into bed-"

Olivia cut him off, exhaling a breathy chuckle, "I know El, which makes you an even better man."

Olivia grabbed his hands, and not pausing she placed them on the first buttons of her shirt. Letting go she moved her own, staring into his piercing blue orbs, she slowly slid his tie through the knot, loosening and lifting it over his head.

Elliot undid the first couple buttons on her blouse. He swallowed past the lump in his throat when red satin came into view. "Beautiful so damn beautiful," he muttered as they tentatively undressed each other in the silent room. This was how it should be, even though he wanted to strip her clothes off, and throw her on the bed, he appreciated the slow intimate pace she was setting. The quiet room just added to the ambience they had inadvertently created.

Olivia copied his actions, as much as she wanted to just rip the shirt off his torso, she forced herself to take her time. She wanted to make this special for him.

She hadn't planned on doing this with her younger Detective that night, but a part of her liked that it wasn't happening at her place or his, not only was it somewhere neutral, but it was at the hotel where they actually met for the first time.

Olivia dropped her hands long enough for Elliot to lower her blouse to the ground. He rubbed her shoulders as she finished undoing his shirt, biting her bottom lip as she tugged it off his body.

"So fucking sexy," Elliot grumbled as he slid his hands down her ribs, pausing on her work pants.

"Do it," she rasped as she grabbed him by his belt buckle. Once again in sync they pulled each other's buckles open, Olivia noted both their breathing was beginning to change. Once his buckle was loose she dropped to her knees. She heard a, 'Jesus fucking Christ,' from above as she slowly slid her tongue from below his bellybutton, down to the lip of his pants. She mouthed the skin there as she took his pant's button into her fingers. She popped the button through the hole, and she undid his zipper as slowly as she could, continuing to kiss him against his skin.

She looked up and was surprised to see him staring right into her eyes. She didn't break their gaze as she pushed her hands into the back of his pants and slid them down over his hips and butt.

Once she had cleared his ass, they dropped heavily to the floor, his gun, cuffs and badge still attached, thudded loudly on the carpet.

Olivia could see his black boxer briefs in front of her face, but she still didn't break their stare until she felt him tug her up his body by her arms.

"El, I wasn't done," she complained.

He spun her around until she was the one standing against the foot of the bed.

"Trust me you were done, or this moment was going to end even more prematurely than it probably will," Elliot huffed impatiently as he toed off his socks and shoes, stepping out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but his black boxer briefs.

Olivia stood in front of him, her red satin bra proudly displaying her large breasts, her work slacks were still on, but her belt was open, making Elliot's fingers itch to get those pants off her shapely legs.

Elliot placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed until she was sitting on the bed.

"Lay down," his voice was lower and more gravelly than he had ever heard it before, as his patience was waning.

Olivia followed his command, and laid down, gasping softly when she felt him straddle her legs.

She couldn't hold back her moan when he trailed his lips from the base of her throat, swirling his tongue in the dent between her collarbones.

Olivia propped herself up on her elbows and watched as his lips and tongue dragged down her body, between her breasts, and lower. Her stomach muscles trembled and she gasped again as he too mouthed the skin above her pants.

Olivia dropped her head back, her long hair falling on the mattress. He had her pants open and was pulling them down her long legs as his mouth continued to kiss and nip the skin just above her satin covered mound.

Not stopping he removed her socks and shoes too, yanking her pants off her body. He didn't look as he tossed them over his shoulder, her Captain issued police holster and badge clanged loudly.

Olivia reached out, hoping to draw him back to her body, but he stood out of reach. His eyes roamed over her, from head to toe.

"I can't believe this is really happening," he explained, wanting to pinch himself to confirm it was real. He had had this very dream a hundred times over the last couple years.

"El come here," Olivia ordered, she wanted to feel his heavy body on top of her.

Elliot slowly crawled over her on his hands and knees, keeping his body from touching hers, he paused, his knees on either side of her panty clad hips. He pressed his hands into the pillow, where her head was resting, her long wavy strands strewn all over the white hotel pillowcase.

Olivia reached up and caressed his ribs, he shook slightly, causing her to look up from his body.

Elliot shrugged, "Ticklish," he explained.

The both laughed softly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Olivia whispered, "It's not too late, we can still go home."

Elliot took a deep breath, and lowered his body, hearing Olivia gasp as their skin made contact.

He grazed her forehead with his, and nudged her cheek and nose. "I've wanted to experience this with you for months now. I have to admit I wasn't ready in the beginning physically, or emotionally but now, I'm ready for this, I'm ready for us, and I'm ready for whatever comes after it as well."

Olivia sighed into his open mouth, as she stared into his open eyes, she truly believed everything he said.

"You with me?" Elliot asked, breaking their stare, and closing his eyes. Olivia didn't keep him waiting as she nodded against his head. She knew he needed to actually hear the words too.

Olivia wrapped her hand around the back of his head, "I'm with you Elliot."

Elliot was surprised when he was suddenly pushed off her body, flopping over to an empty side of the large bed. He watched as she got up from the mattress and walked away, contradicting the words she had just spoken.

He sat up as he saw her rummage through her purse, and he couldn't miss the satisfied sound, or smile that adorned her face when she turned around, and faced him again. She practically prowled back to the bed, his gaze didn't stop moving. From the sexy expression on her face, down her tanned neck, to her heavy breasts, that were straining against her red satin bra. His eyes continued lower over her firm stomach, coming to rest at the tiny scrap of satin between her thick thighs. It was currently concealing the part of her he wanted most, and he decided then and there no matter how much he liked her lingerie, they had to go.

"Take them off," he blurted, not even realizing he had spoken the words out loud. He scooted to the edge of the bed, intent on helping with that specific task, when two knees settled over his hips, and a hand pushed hard against his chest, pinning him to the bed.

"Not so fast junior," Olivia husked, "You first." In the scramble to straddle him and keep him on the bed, Olivia had dropped whatever item she had got from her purse.

Elliot gulped loudly as he spotted the rectangular foiled package on his chest. In his haste and arousal clouded mind, he had completely forgotten about protection. Not that he could've done anything even if he had. He still hadn't bought any himself. He thanked his lucky stars that his girlfriend happened to carry one with her, and made a mental note to always be prepared in the future. He never imagined it would happen there at that hotel, that night.

Olivia sat up, straddling his hips. "I care about you a lot, but this is just-I want your first time to be special, but truth be told, I've never done it without protection and-"

Elliot sprang up from the soft mattress, he ran his hands through her long thick hair, "Hey listen to me, I don't care about that at all, if it makes either of us more comfortable, I'm all for it, if it's something you want to try differently in the future, we can discuss it then. But I get it, no glove no love."

Olivia chuckled and slowly backed down his body on her knees, she wanted to get back to the sexiness, not the emotional part of their encounter.

She held the foil between her front teeth, using her hands she grabbed the sides of his underwear, "Up," she commanded, pulling his briefs over his ass, she tugged them down his legs, scooting further down his body until she could discard them on the floor with the rest of his clothing.

Olivia smiled at him, as she moved back up and sat back on her legs, taking the condom from her mouth.

"Do you want-or I can?" Olivia asked as she opened the wrapper.

Elliot didn't think he had the ability to put a condom on in his current state. He felt like he was going to blow, and they hadn't even done anything yet. He was pretty sure his hands would shake uncontrollably if he attempted to put it on himself.

"Yo-you," he stuttered, as he caressed her hips, all he wanted in that moment was to pick her up, and lower her down on his pulsing erection.

Olivia just smiled, he knew that she understood his predicament.

Elliot watched and gasped as she grasped him in her hand, she swiped her thumb over the tip of his dick, smearing the precum over the head. He tried to keep his hips still as she rolled the condom down his hard shaft.

"Maybe next time I'll use my mouth to put this on," Olivia husked.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Elliot exclaimed, her words causing him to buck up.

"Nuh-no," Elliot gasped as Olivia rubbed her hand up and down his hard shaft. He sat up and not wasting another moment, he flipped them over, pinning her to the bed.

"Oof," Olivia exhaled against his face, it completed his purpose, but wasn't the most elegant.

"Off, need off, too much…" Elliot trailed off, he knew he wasn't making sense, but he was working with a limited blood supply to his brain. It had congregated in his groin instead.

Elliot leaned forward, and slipped one of her bra straps down her shoulder. He started from her collarbone, and slid his tongue down to one of her golden globes. He ran his tongue along the edge of her red satin bra. He heard her moan a soft "Elllll," from above his head.

Elliot slid his hand under her back, finding and successfully undoing the clasp on her bra. He couldn't help smiling into her mound, happy to have gotten it undone on his first try.

"You're proud of yourself for that aren't you?" Olivia asked in a husky tone.

"Damn straight," he chuckled, lifting up enough so that he could finally pull the offending garment out of his way. He didn't even look as he flung the item across the room.

Her breasts were like magnets, immediately drawing his attention.

"Oh fuck!" Olivia exclaimed as he suddenly latched on to her straining nipple.

He tugged and sucked, pulling the hard bud into his mouth. He could feel it grow larger, as he grazed his teeth over the length before swirling his tongue around the large tip.

Elliot could feel Olivia squirming beneath him as he continued to suck on her pebbled nub, and rub his thumb over her neglected breast.

"I-I-El! Good, shit so good," Olivia rasped in a gravelly tone, holding his head against her chest, her nails were digging into the back of his head and neck.

Elliot pulled on the nipple between his lips, tipping his head back until it popped from his mouth. He licked over her swollen bud one last time, satisfied to see it shining in his saliva, before repeating his motions on her other breast, coating it with his mouth too. He was happy to see how swollen and sensitive her nipples were when they slipped from his lips for the final time.

Olivia slid her legs up his body until her knees were gripping his hips. She rubbed the back of his thighs with her feet, trying to position her core so that he'd be thrusting against her clit.

Elliot could feel her trying to move into place, but there was still another barrier he had to eliminate first.

He disconnected from her chest, licking and nipping his way down her torso, he stared up at her as he tugged her panties lower, he could feel the heat emanating from her body. Olivia lifted her legs to help him, allowing him to whip them off quickly. They followed the same path her bra had taken.

Olivia lifted her head, catching his eye for a moment before his gaze lowered to her naked body. They had done a lot of things in the bedroom, or in their case; her office, interrogation room, and living room, but they had never been completely naked with one another, on a bed.

He paused as his eyes scanned the entire length of her body. She took his breath away bundled up in her winter work clothes, seeing her naked was causing him to hyperventilate.

"So damn perfect," he grumbled. From the way her eyes were laser focused on him, to her perky breasts, her nipples swollen and distended, wet from his mouth. His gaze lowered to her perfectly maintained mound. He knew from past experiences how soft and smooth it was. In that moment he could also see it glisten, her juices covering her lips and inner thighs. The way her legs were spread on either side of him allowed an unimpeded view of her core.

It was too much to look at, he moved his body from kneeling between her legs, to lowering his body to lay on top of hers.

Olivia moaned as she felt his shaft come to rest against her folds, she groaned when she felt his bare pecs rub against the sensitive tips of her breasts.

Olivia wrapped her hands around his ribs, clinging to his body, she raised her head and pulled his bottom lip into her mouth. Elliot kissed her with an urgency she'd never felt before. He plunged his tongue between her lips, as he thrust his straining cock between her legs.

"Are you-can I?" Elliot's voice was so low she could barely hear him.

"Mmhm, nice and slow, it's been a while," Olivia whispered in the space between them.

Elliot grabbed ahold of himself, positioning his hardon against her entrance. He still couldn't believe they were actually doing this. He moaned loudly as he felt her warm juices at the beginning of her tunnel. He had never experienced the sensation on his cock before. The condom was still allowing him to feel her to his pleasant surprise.

"I-uh shit we-wet," he stuttered. He paused as the head of his cock breached her opening, the tight rings already squeezing him.

Elliot felt her feet dig into the back of his thighs, making him inch forward.

"So warm," Elliot huffed, trying to maintain his composure. He placed one hand beside her head, and threaded the other through her hair. He angled her head, and pushed his tongue into her open mouth. He swirled his tongue around hers and nipped at her full bottom lip. All he wanted was to pull his hips back and thrust forward with all his strength. In an effort to restrain himself, he claimed her mouth instead.

His actions were for naught as he felt her slide her hands down his back, stopping on his flexing ass. She grabbed and pulled until he sunk further into her depths. Their hip bones clided as he bottomed out, causing them both to moan simultaneously.

"Holy shit!" Elliot could barely breathe, the sensation was overpowering. Her walls were already moulding around his thick shaft. He could feel them stretching and quaking, as she adjusted to his length.

"Fuck, El so big," Olivia practically whimpered, she could feel him shaking above her as he tried to maintain some control. She wasn't expecting him to last very long his first time, and thankfully she was close to a climax already, thanks in large part to their emotional foreplay.

Olivia squeezed his ass, he knew he'd probably have nail marks all over his body tomorrow. He had already seen some hickies and bruises dotting her chest. Hopefully she'd be as proud to wear his marks as he was.

Elliot took a deep breath and slowly pulled his hips back, he groaned as he felt her warm wet walls drag along his shaft.

"Uhhh ohhh," Elliot grunted, stopping for a moment, he pushed back in, with a bit more force.

Again they both groaned as their hips connected. Elliot was sure they'd both have bruises on their hip bones.

Elliot wasn't sure exactly what to do, he started a slow pattern, pushing and pulling at a gentle pace. "Am I-this okay?"

"Harder El," Olivia gasped in pleasure.

Elliot nodded, and snapped his hips harder on his next thrust, "Don't wanna hurt you." He punctuated each word with a harder buck.

Olivia shook her head, "Promise you won't, trust me, harder and faster, it'll make you feel so good."

"Nuh-no, won't la-last, too much already," Elliot panted, their lips just inches apart, he stared into her dark mahogany eyes.

"Me too, fuck El I'm gonna come, fuck me like you want to!" Olivia's voice cracked as he finally gave in and sliding his knees up even further, he inadvertently spread her legs further apart as well.

The new position caused his pubic bone to run against her swollen clit.

"Fucking hell! Yes th-that's it, just like that, uhhh yes, yes, yes," Olivia chanted, she released her grip on his backside, and scratched down his back, her body trembling in absolute pleasure.

Elliot groaned, losing all control he thrust his hips and whipped them back as hard and fast as he could manage. She was right again, he was in extacy as her walls clenched around him.

"Oh ohhh," Olivia exclaimed as she toppled over the cliff, her core and body spasming as her orgasm took over her body.

Elliot grunted, "Livvvvvvvvvvvvv," he thought she felt even warmer. He could feel her walls pulsating, trying to force him out of her tight channel.

He groaned as he came, spurting over and over again, he was left breathless as she milked him for all he was worth.

Elliot collapsed, his arms giving in, he tried to hold his weight on one side so he wasn't smothering her. He could feel her rubbing her hands up and down his sweat shining back.

Olivia felt him panting against her neck, he was trembling in her arms. She knew this could be an emotional moment for him. It wasn't her first time, but she found herself in a much more intimate situation than she imagined. She thought this would only mean something for him, but the feelings he evoked in her, had her teary eyed.

"You okay?" she asked as she too caught her breath.

Olivia felt a pair of lips kiss her neck, "Mmmm, I'll take that as a yes."

"You're amazing, I'm just sorry I couldn't last longer," Elliot throat was hoarse, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Uhhh can I?" he stammered as he pulled back, slipping from her warm core.

"You want me to help you-" Olivia sat up, rubbing his back as he moved.

"No I got it," Elliot shifted to remove the used condom, grabbing a couple tissues and tossing it in the garbage can under the bedside table. He maneuvered so that his head was propped up against the headboard, circling his arm around Olivia's shoulder as she curled up against him, her head resting against his chest, she tangled her smooth silky legs with his.

Elliot hummed as he felt her kiss his left pec, over his heart. He tangled his hand in her hair, and turned her head upwards towards his.

Leaning down he slowly sucked her top lip in between his, he released her long enough to nip her plump lower lip and soothed her with his tongue.

"Mmmm," Olivia moaned into his mouth, "You feel okay?"

"With you? Always. Would it be corny for me to say thank you?" Elliot huffed as he continued to kiss her. He couldn't get enough of her.

"I'm honoured you wanted me to be your first," Olivia smiled against his lips.

"You've been my first for many things," Elliot pulled her more firmly against his rapidly cooling body.

"The pleasure was mine," Olivia swung her leg over his lap, Elliot pulling on her hips until she was sitting just below his cock.

Elliot scanned his eyes up and down her body. Sitting astride his lap, knees folded beneath her, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she was the picture of perfection to him. He couldn't have planned a more perfect night for them.

Elliot shivered as she ran her hand from a particularly prominent scratch on his shoulder to his cross tattoo, that she traced with her finger.

Elliot rubbed his hands up her bare back, he squeezed her shoulders, then slid them down until he was cupping her ass in both hands.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" Elliot huffed as he kissed and sucked his way across her collarbone.

Olivia shook her head, "Nothing about what we just did was painful, God you're probably the best lover I've ever had."

Elliot shook as he felt Olivia trace his tattoo with the tip of her tongue.

"Pro-probably?" he asked in a husky voice.

"In all fairness, I'm comparing you to men 20 years your senior, at least," Olivia kissed the centre of his cross.

"So some old men?" Elliot pulled harder on her ass, moving her until he could feel her warm moist folds rub against his erection. He barely had to duck his head as he used the rough part of his tongue to lick one of her distended nipples.

"Oh fuck," Olivia groaned, she grabbed his head and held him against her chest.

"Damnit Casey may have been right!" Olivia exclaimed in a breathy exhale. The way he was sucking on her nipple was causing her clit to throb once again.

"Bout what?" Elliot mumbled as he switched breasts. He rocked up into her core, knocking her clit with his dick. He moaned as her moisture coated his cock.

"I-ummm, just remembered another great thing about dating a younger man, according to Casey that is," Olivia purred.

She felt Elliot raise his shoulders and hum against her breast, the vibrations causing her to shiver.

"You recover a lot faster," Olivia careened, gyrating her hips against his hard on, she grinned widely.

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A/N: Was going to make this 2 chapters but decided to cut it here instead. Major thanks to my bf Tony who had to tell me what it feels like for a guy to lose his virginity. All mistakes mine.