Protégé
Chapter 20
A/N: Wow never thought I'd get to chapter 20 of this story. Thank you to anyone reading this mess. I've actually tried to make this more realistic when it came to them actually having sex. Don't get me wrong I'm guilty of writing shameless amounts of smut (see the story Undercovers for almost every trope in the book) but for that part in this story I thought it was important to portray how awkward it can be for men for their first time too. Especially to the person who DMd me saying this was completely inaccurate, that a man would never be so clumsy or weird, serious props to you, because you must have only been with some great experienced guys. As a teenager w my bf he practically fell out of bed our first time, and there were too many limbs, I swear. It can be just as weird/awkward for guys. And especially if their first time was with an older experienced woman? Of course they're gonna stumble. Sometimes realism is important in a story, and I stand by that. On with the show… (And to those asking, yes I plan on updating Undercovers this week, that story is almost finished). No SVU this week? No problem!
TW: This chapter in particular depicts a sexual relationship between a person in charge and their subordinate. If this bothers or triggers you in any way, please don't continue reading. Explicit, rated M, NSFW, smut, whatever more tags you need. Graphic, a boss taking control, etcetc. Characters are slightly more OOC/aggressive than normal. Proceed with caution.
Disclaimer: Benson would be getting hers if I owned anything.
Friday Evening, 16th Precinct, Captain Benson's Office
Olivia was sitting at her desk when she heard the knock on her door, "Come in," she called without looking up from the report she was typing.
"Hey Cap, we're headed out, you sure you don't wanna come to the bar with us?" Fin asked, standing in her doorway.
Olivia shook her head, "No I've got a few things I need to wrap up here before my weekend begins. You guys have fun though, don't do anything I wouldn't do," she joked.
"Maybe next time," Fin shrugged, joining Nick, Amanda, and Carisi as they walked to the elevator.
"This is why you get your paperwork done when you're suppose to Stabler!" Nick teased the youngest member of their squad, who was stuck finishing his DD5s that their boss needed to file before the weekend.
Little did they know he had purposely lagged behind, he heard Fin tell Nick that Olivia had to stay late to finish some work before the weekend. As usual the squad had been slammed since they caught their perp at The Four Seasons Monday evening. Elliot had replayed that night in his head over, and over again. She had offered to drop him off at home but it would have added another hour of commuting to her already late night. He instead took a cab home from her place.
He had barely seen her since that night. Elliot was slightly surprised how little he actually interacted with her at work. Yet he didn't even have to see her, for her to distract him. He thought when they finally crossed that line, that some of his pent up frustration, and energy would dwindle, alas the opposite seemed to be occurring. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Wanting her. Needing her. Every time he caught a glimpse of her over the past few days, he yearned to be closer, to catch a whiff of her scent, to touch any part of her body. He found himself leaning against a table in the break room, shoulder to shoulder with her during lunch one day, he began to sweat, his hands and fingers were twitching, inching towards her body. He wanted her, more than ever, he didn't know how long he could maintain his distance during his regular working hours. Thankfully his work day technically ended 10 minutes ago.
Elliot smirked when he heard the elevator doors close, and the voices of his colleagues faded away. He didn't waste a minute, flinging his pen aside, he got up, and marched towards his boss's office.
She was sitting at her desk, typing on her keyboard when he closed her door. He noted her motions never changed, aside from a small smile gracing her face.
The blinds were already closed, it's as if she expected him to show up in her office that night, he thought.
The only sound he could hear was her fingers tapping away.
"Something I can help you with Detective?" Elliot almost shivered at the low tone of her voice, but her eyes never left her screen, her fingers continued their movement across her keyboard.
He walked around her desk, stopping behind her chair, he brought his hands to her silk clad shoulders, beginning a firm massage.
"Quite the opposite Cap, just wondering if I could help you with anything?" Elliot inquired, looking over her shoulder at the report she was writing, before getting distracted by the glimpse of her cleavage. He rubbed her shoulders, moving forward, his hands dropped lower, applying light pressure to her collarbone and upper chest.
"Everybody gone?" Olivia asked curiously, not pausing to his ministrations.
"Mmhm, what you working on?" Elliot leaned further over the back of her chair, he didn't even realize he was flicking open the first few buttons on her blouse.
Olivia chuckled, "You are aware you're undressing me?"
"Huh?" Elliot stammered, his eyes had zeroed in on the smooth skin of her clavicle, and he wanted to see more. He wanted to press his mouth against her collarbone, and lick his way down to her breasts. He was brought out of his daze by her laugh. "So-sorry, you're right, I didn't realize you were actually working, I-I should go."
"Ohhh you just realized did you Detective?" Elliot was pushed back as Olivia stood from her chair. "You come into my office, distract me from my work," Olivia grabbed him by his arm, and spun him around until he was standing between her, and her desk. "Get me worked up, and now you think you can just leave?"
Elliot gulped, unsure of what to do or say, "Uhhh…"
Olivia sighed heavily, "You offered to help me?" she asked as she examined the fingernails on her right hand nonchalantly.
"Um ye-yes sure, anything," Elliot nodded emphatically, feeling slightly bad for disrupting her. He had clearly read the situation wrong, he wanted to smack himself in the head, his inexperience clearly showing. Just because she was staying late with her blinds closed didn't mean she was waiting for him. She probably shut them earlier to block out extra distractions, in the hopes she wouldn't have to stay late that night.
Olivia turned her attention to him, standing before him in her work slacks and partially unbuttoned blouse, she reached towards him, and pressed down on his shoulders. He let out an audible grunt as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
Elliot looked up to see Olivia undoing her belt buckle, sliding the thick leather through metal, not stopping before she popped the button on her pants and lowered her work slacks, past her knees, to bunch at her ankles. He was eye to eye with her pink lacy panties, a wet spot already appearing on the fabric. As she moved, her shirt fell back into place, barely covering her underwear.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Elliot exclaimed.
Olivia sat down in her chair, "Looks like we both have work to do," she slowly scooted her chair forward, giving Elliot time to get the message.
He glanced behind him and grinned. He crouched a little lower and backed up into the space under her desk. This wasn't what he planned for when he came into her office, but he was more than happy to oblige. He figured this had to be a fantasy of hers, it was definitely a fantasy of his.
Elliot pulled off his tie, he wanted to make this as good as he could, and figured she'd get off on having him mostly naked underneath her desk. There was something so sexy to him at the image of her working at her desk, half dressed, while she was nude from the waist down, as he pleasured her with his mouth and fingers.
He heard the tapping resume as he ditched his shirt and opened his pants, allowing some of the pressure against his erection to subside. He quickly ripped off her shoes and pants, adding them to the small pile of clothes in the confined space.
Elliot shuffled around in the tight space, sitting back on his knees, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her forward until her chair was against the desk too, she couldn't get any closer, but thankfully he didn't need her to.
Elliot closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, her scent was palpable, her arousal filled the air under her desk. He ran his hands slowly up her tanned legs, massaging the muscles as he climbed higher. He gripped the back of her knees and yanked her legs apart, placing them on either side of his body.
Elliot heard a pause in her typing and a gasp from above. He blew cool air against her panty covered core, relishing in the tremor that wracked her body.
Elliot reached forward and grabbed both sides of her useless underwear, and with her assisting him by raising her butt, he dragged them down her legs, depositing them in his back pocket.
Elliot moaned at the new vision in front of him. The way he had spread her legs had left her wide open, to his delight. He thought he could probably come to this sight alone. He briefly wondered if she could actually give him an orgasm without touching him in any way.
Elliot continued on from where he left off, as his hands moved upwards he kissed the inside of both knees, following his hands with his mouth. He watched her squirm in her office chair, noting where the leather was shining from her juices.
She was getting more, and more aroused by their situation. Her folds were swollen, darker than her normally tanned skin as they swelled with blood, and appeared slick with her juices, as she sat spread before him. The sight of her arousal leaking from her clenching entrance, was causing his own dick to drip some precum. She looked, and smelled like a delicious dessert just waiting to be consumed.
Elliot pushed his hands under her ass and squeezed the plump flesh, he pulled and tilted her hips, sliding his hands up a bit further he wrapped them over the top of her thighs, locking her into a sturdy position. Once he had her where he wanted he dove in, not giving her a moment, he swiped his tongue from just below her puckered hole, up to her straining bundle of nerves.
The typing above him became disjointed as she tried to keep doing her work. He couldn't have that.
Elliot pressed forward, sealing his lips over her clit, he sucked her swollen bud, into his mouth. He heard her gasp and moan, a hand curling over the back of his head on her lap.
Elliot glanced up as he suckled her clit, holding her firmly in her chair as her hips tried to buck against his mouth.
Her eyes were staring down at him, she scratched the back of his head, and neck as he thrashed his tongue along her clit over and over again.
Elliot could feel her bud dilate even further, he let go of one of her thighs, and slid his hand over to join his mouth.
Elliot was knocked over, hitting the back of her desk with a loud thud.
"Hey sorry to interrupt, I know you're technically off the clock but Munch got a call, asked us all to come back in," Fin told her.
Olivia was in shock, she hadn't expected anyone to be back in until much later, when she had hoped to be gone. Elliot had obviously forgot to lock her office door, she wasn't sure if that was for the best though. What explanation could she have possibly gave them for a locked door, and an office with all it's blinds closed as well, concealing the secrets, and actions taking place within.
"Wh-what's uh going on here?" Fin asked pointing at his own shirt.
Olivia forgot that Elliot had started to undo her shirt buttons, stopping once her bra was in sight.
"Oh, I was just a little hot and figured I was alone so…" Olivia trailed off as she tried to shrug nonchalantly. She did the buttons on her blouse back up.
"So ummm, what's the case, what's going on?"
"Oh no, you're done for the week Cap, Munch was very specific about handling this himself, he's in charge this weekend. So just finish whatever you gotta do, me, Carisi, and Rollins got this," Fin explained.
"Wh-what about Nick?" Olivia huffed in a strangled tone as she felt Elliot's hands on her calves again. She slammed her knees shut, and hoped Fin didn't notice the light sheen of sweat at her hairline, her deep breathing, or the blush working it's way up her neck to her cheeks.
"Naw him, and Jr are off this weekend, Carisi and Rollins are catching, and Munch asked if I wanted the OT. Great timing too, we had just sat down at the bar, didn't even get a sip, need to stop answering my cell when I'm off duty," Fin joked.
"Uhhh," Olivia was truly trying to keep up with Fin, but during his explanation Elliot had managed to pry her knees apart, and situate his broad shoulders back between her legs.
"Ye-yes, gr-great timing," Olivia stuttered. It took all her power not to jump out of her seat when she felt the tip of Elliot's tongue slide from her entrance to her clit, glancing down she watched him wink, and scoop up as much of her moisture as he could into his mouth.
"You sure you're okay?" Fin inquired at his boss's response.
"Ummm," Olivia could feel her walls baring down against nothing. Suddenly the idea of getting caught caused another flood of arousal to drip from her core, she could feel it run between her butt cheeks, coming to rest on her leather office chair.
She jerked in her seat when Elliot lightly pinched her ankle, forcing her to focus her attention back to Fin. "I'm good, tired, long week, you know… Just want to wrap this up," Olivia pointed to her laptop with one hand while she tried to hold Elliot's head at bay, unsuccessfully.
"Well then I'll let you get to it," Olivia sighed heavily, and dropped her head against the edge of her desk when she heard her door close.
"Are you fucking crazy?!" she whispered, "Oh fuck!" Olivia cried softly as she sprung up in her chair.
Elliot had closed his lips over her pulsating core, thrusting his tongue inside, Olivia could feel, and hear him as he tried to suck up as much of her juices as he could.
"Oh, oh, oh, fuck Stabler!" Olivia chanted, her head snapping back, she tried to thrust her hips, but he had her pinned to her chair.
Elliot swirled his tongue along the walls of her core, licking up any moisture she produced. He rubbed the side of her clit with one of his thumbs, "You like that don't you Cap," he husked, his tone was low, he was talking as if it was some kind of secret conspiracy.
Olivia whimpered as she squirmed in her chair.
"You hear that? They're all just outside that thin wall, any one of them could come in again at any moment, and find us like this," Elliot whispered in a gravelly tone.
Olivia spasmed, and her whole body shook as her orgasm rushed through her, her juices covering her chair.
"Shit," Elliot grunted, as he watched her come, inches from his face. He lapped at the moisture coating her groin before plunging his tongue back inside, feeling her walls quiver against his intrusion.
"Nu-no can't," Olivia hummed as she felt Elliot rub her sensitive clit once more.
Elliot pulled out of her tunnel, still using his arms to keep her in place. "Oh yes you can, one more, I need more of you, God you taste fantastic."
Elliot reached up with one hand, and squeezed her breast over her blouse, "I bet your nipples are so hard, fuck I wish I could see them right now, as you sit at your desk Captain, already half naked, while I'm hidden here, under your desk, with our coworkers feet away…" Elliot traced his tongue along the rim of her entrance, easily slipping back in.
"I-we-shouldn't-" Olivia murmured, making no sense.
"What do you want? More of my hand?" Elliot asked, squeezing the breast he was palming, and swiping her engorged nipple. "More of my fingers?" Elliot purposely applied a bit more pressure to her clit. "Or more of my mouth Captain?" Elliot closed his eyes for a moment as he slid his tongue from side to side, lashing it against her warm wet walls.
Olivia suddenly grabbed him by the back of his neck, tired of his taunting, he was right, this was her office, her desk, and her fantasy, "I thought," she breathed deeply between words, "I told you, we both had some work to do," Olivia broke, unsure of where pleasure met pain, he had worked her to the point where she had to come again, she didn't care how.
"So Detective, why don't," Olivia panted, her chest straining against her tight blouse, Elliot prayed she'd pop a button, "You put that mouth-"
Olivia careened forward in her chair. She didn't even get to finish her order before his mouth had resumed it's work on her core.
Olivia watched as his lips, tongue, and teeth consumed her. He maintained eye contact, as he slid his hand off her breast, and lowered it to the lip of his boxers. He snaked his hand inside, and pulled himself out, exposing his cock to her.
Jesus, Olivia thought, this couldn't get any sexier, as she watched, mouth agape, as he pleasured her, and himself at the same time.
Olivia secretly loved that just pleasing her, orally, could get him to this state, where he was as desperate to come as she was. God there were so many things she wanted to try with her young, clearly flexible, ready to go at a moment's notice, boyfriend. Never before had she felt safe in a relationship to explore some of her desires, and fantasies, but with Elliot, she trusted him explicitly for the first time in her life. Her mother had preached her entire life, drilled into her, how she should never trust a man, and up until a few months ago, she never had. Elliot was the exception. She had never felt so safe and protected, despite him being so much younger than her.
Olivia could hear her squad talking, just outside her office, that combined with the sight of a half naked Elliot, on his knees under her desk, with his dick in his hand, and his mouth on her pussy, made her give in to all the sensations they had inadvertently created.
Olivia bucked and moaned as her orgasm rocked her body, this one even more powerful than her first. "Elllli-" she began to scream before a hand covered her mouth. She heard Elliot hum as he caught her juices in his mouth.
Olivia twisted, and jerked, as he continued his movements in an effort to prolong her climax. She felt like she was floating as the pleasure coursed through her entire being. She thought she felt Elliot shiver against her, and figured he too had succumbed to his climax. They definitely had a mess to clean up.
Olivia scratched her nails, up and down his neck and head that rested in her lap. She trembled as she felt his tongue lick her thighs and core. She pushed his head away, firmly this time, "Too sensitive," she whispered.
Elliot smiled, his face covered in her fluids, "Just trying to clean you up a bit," Elliot licked around his own lips, clearing them of her moisture.
"God Stabler that was-"
"I know, fuck I'm sorry we almost got caught, but I had to have you!" Elliot's voice was gravelly, as if he was straining to speak. They both took a moment to get their bearings, as they came down from their highs.
"I thought this, I dunno what to call it Liv, yearning, I have for you, would go away once we had sex, but it didn't, if anything it just got-"
"Stronger," Olivia supplied, "All week it took everything within me not to come up with some flimsy excuse, to order you in here."
Olivia had been massaging his head, but released it to rub her hands over her face.
"I didn't think it'd be this hard," she muttered.
"I've been hard all week for you," Elliot chuckled as he lifted his head. He pushed her chair back so that he could crawl out of his hiding space. He bent over to grab their clothes, gasping when he felt a pair of hands squeeze his ass.
He glanced over his shoulder as he dropped their discarded clothes onto her desk, and quirked an eyebrow.
Olivia laughed, "Come on, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were re-enacting the 'bend and snap,' from Legally Blonde."
Elliot rolled his eyes but grinned widely, "Is that another part of my anatomy that you like? Aside from these babies?" Elliot asked as he flexed his arm muscles.
Olivia smiled, "Absolutely." Following his motions, they dressed as quickly as they could.
"Where's my underwear Stabler?" Olivia wasn't a fan of going commando in certain pants, she was sure if Elliot aroused her enough she would leak right through some of them.
She watched him pat his back pocket, "Mine, plus they're ruined anyway, you can't go home in them."
Olivia guffawed, "Oh really? And just what do you do with all my panties that you've pocketed?" she couldn't help wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders.
Elliot smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know Captain. Now how am I gonna get out of here? They must know I'm not gone, I left all my stuff out there."
"Hmmm," Olivia paused, not sure if she wanted to press him more, hear what he does with her underwear, or fantasizes about.
"Well they think you're working on some folders?" Olivia disconnected from his warm body and leaned over her desk, grabbing a file. She gasped as she felt hands squeezing her ass this time.
Olivia spun on the spot, "Oh I've never denied my affection for your ass Liv," Elliot didn't even try to hide his admiration.
Olivia rolled her eyes and pressed the folder against his chest. "Here, go through the interrogation room and out to the bullpen, just say you were working on it in there, too many distractions in the squad room, nobody's going to ask to see it."
Elliot grinned widely, his dimples in full bloom, "You really are the whole package, devastatingly beautiful, lethal with a weapon, and smart as hell."
Elliot pushed forward, holding the file in one hand he grabbed her by the back of the neck and grasped her upper lip between his. He had meant for it to be chaste, but found himself swallowing her moan as she pried his lips apart.
Olivia grabbed him by both sides of his face, holding him still as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. She swirled hers around his, but quickly came to her senses and pushed him away, breaking their suddenly heated liplock.
Knowing anyone could walk in again, Olivia pointed to the door leading to the interrogation room, "Go."
Elliot hung his head, and laughed lightly, he held up one hand, "Okay okay, I'm going, you uh have a good night Cap." Elliot winked as he closed the door behind him.
Olivia sank into one of the spare chairs in her office. What they just did was incredibly risky, and she still had to clean her desk and chair, not to mention wherever Elliot had come.
Despite the insane risk she couldn't help the smile that blossomed on her face. That was a fantasy she could definitely check off her list. Olivia looked around her office, she had never realized how many of her dreams took place in there, or other areas of the precinct.
Olivia closed her eyes, trying to find the energy to finish what she had to do so she could go home for the night, her young boyfriend was definitely distracting her more than normal, but at the moment she wasn't complaining.
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A/N: Just what could they get up to next? Hoping to update Undercovers before I come back to this again. Hang tight.
