Protégé
A/N: Your reviews and tweets give me inspiration to write this story, your enthusiasm is infectious in a good way, all your tweets, reviews, likes, and kudos are like a warm hug. ( eoswiftie26, you deserve this, hope you've enjoyed 3 chapters in 1 week, this 1's for you ;) I've finally caught up on both SVU and OC to the winter finales.
A/N 2: I have a short-term memory disability caused by vestibular damage, when I write I quite often have to go back to other chapters, (I sincerely apologize for any continuity problems). I decided to reread this story from the beginning, and all I have to say is: WHAT THE HELL HAVE Y'ALL BEEN READING?! Omg what did I write! Some of this shit almost made me blush, damn. This chapter picks up on the same night, don't expect a lot. Please heed the ratings. They're there for a reason. HEAVY M, smut, NSFW, read at your own risk.
Chapter 23
Disclaimer: If I owned NBC I'd be the boss of a network that produced more than one of my all-time favourite shows, including but not limited to; SVU, the golden girls, and friends. Sadly I still don't.
Friday Night, Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment
Elliot didn't know how he survived the hour long cab ride back to her apartment. After sending their driver a deadly glare when he caught him looking at them in his rear view mirror, Elliot couldn't keep his hands, or mouth off of Olivia.
He was harder than a rock when they finally exited the taxi, and stumbled their way into her elevator, thankful that it was working again. He could barely walk with the pressure in his pants, he didn't think he'd be able to walk up all those steps.
Elliot had leaned back against the elevator wall as she trapped him. Her hands rested on either side of his head, but it was her hips keeping him in place as they rocked softly against his groin.
Elliot groaned, "You ever do it in an elevator Captain?" he grasped her hips, trying to still her pelvis, the friction had him twitching in his slacks.
Olivia chuckled as she sucked the soft skin of his neck into her mouth, "An elevator, or this elevator?"
"Shit," he moaned, "Never would've taken you for the type that'd have public sex…"
"Oh I wasn't," Olivia croaked, "Not until you, and it looks like you're not so vanilla either."
Thankfully the elevator dinged, and opened on her floor because he had been 2 seconds away from grabbing her ass, and hoisting her against the wall.
Elliot could barely walk with the hard on he was sporting, he wrapped himself around her back as she fumbled with her keys, taking the opportunity to kiss the back of her neck, where he had brushed aside her long, dark, silky hair.
"Where do your parents think you are right now?" Olivia jammed her key into her lock, and pushed open her door.
"Work, I'm catching with Nick this weekend anyways…" Once inside he tossed his blazer in the direction of her coat rack, his movements were frantic.
Elliot grabbed her by her hips, and pushed her against her closed door. He flicked the lock, and deadbolt, sealing them in for the night. They were both already breathing heavily, he couldn't help noticing her large breasts, when she was taking deep breaths.
Elliot traced a line with his index finger from her jaw, down her throat, and past her collarbones. His finger came to a stop right between the objects of his desire.
"You know, earlier in the theatre I was gonna try to do something but you interrupted me…" Elliot's voice was low, conspiratorially.
Olivia laid her head back against her door, "What was that?"
Elliot pecked her lips, "I wanted," he spoke slowly as he used a single finger to outline the prominent line at the top of each breast, "To make you come."
Olivia grinned, "You did."
Elliot shook his head, fingering one of the thick straps of her black dress, he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "By only touching your breasts."
Olivia gasped as Elliot tugged her dress strap down her shoulder. It rested on her elbow, exposing her red laced bra.
Elliot cupped her left breast in his hand, listening to her uncharacteristic squeak as he gave her a squeeze. He could already feel her hard nub underneath his palm.
"I-I've never, no man has ever paid that much attention to me, to my body," Olivia stuttered.
Elliot kissed down her neck, following the same path his finger had previously taken.
"Well that's a damn shame, and one of the worst offences I've ever heard. These asshole's got the chance to be with you, and didn't worship your whole body?" Elliot shook his head against her collarbone, "Idiot's, that's their loss."
"El please," Olivia was already buzzing from everything that had taken place earlier that night. Her patience was wearing thin as she tried to find any kind of pressure to rub her core against.
"Is that a yes?" Elliot asked as he pulled down her remaining dress strap, taking her bra strap with him.
Olivia closed her eyes, "Elliot I don't care how you do it, just get me off!"
Elliot smiled, he traced the skin beside her other bra strap, and pushed it aside, they all rested at her elbows. Elliot removed her hands from his waist, and thread them through her straps. Her dress bunched around her hips, but the cups of her red bra clung to her heaving chest.
"So sexy," Elliot spoke reverently as he drank in her beauty.
He fingered her necklaces, they stood out as she leaned against her front door, nothing but the cups of her bra covering her chest. Her breathing was getting deeper by the minute, and he could feel her squirming, trying to get any kind of friction against him.
Elliot slid his finger down the centre of her cleavage, and finally hooked a finger under her left cup, tugging it off her large breast.
He heard her breathy exhale as her nipple was exposed to the air. "Gorgeous," he husked.
Quickly he repeated his actions on her right cup too, tugging it down until both globes were revealed to his hungry eyes.
"So damn good," he muttered as he palmed both of them. They were too big to fit in his hands, another aspect he loved. He squeezed them softly, feeling both hard peaks against his skin.
Listening to the sounds falling from Olivia's swollen lips, Elliot circled her areola with his thumbs, watching in fascination as her body responded to his movements.
Elliot could feel her whole body trembling, as he ran his thumbs up and down her distended nipples. They were darker than normal, and swollen from her arousal.
"More, please Elliot more," OlivIa sounded like she was in agony. Not wanting to drag out his hypothesis any longer, Elliot leaned down, he smoothed his lips over the top of her mound. Using his mouth he kissed her breast, sliding his lips down towards his final destination. He could feel her humming as she chanted 'yes' repeatedly above him.
Elliot circled her areola again, this time with the tip of his tongue. He could feel her puckered skin against his lips as he enclosed them over her straining tip.
"I-ahhh," Olivia mumbled, as she grasped the back of his head and neck, unnecessarily holding him to her bosom.
Elliot hummed, hoping the vibrations would provide even more stimulation for her. He flicked his tongue against her pebbled bud, his thumb and finger tugged the other, not giving her any reprieve.
Using his front teeth he sucked her nipple, pulling until it popped from his mouth. He nearly came just from seeing her breast coated in his saliva.
Elliot had figured out her other breast was even more sensitive, and his suspicion was confirmed when her moans got even louder after he clamped his mouth over her distended peak.
Olivia began rocking her hips, but Elliot pulled his back, not wanting her to get off against his leg, or hip.
"Mmmm," he groaned with her nipple in his mouth. He chanced a glance upward, and was surprised to find her eyes on him.
Olivia's mouth hung open, but no sound was coming out.
Elliot could see her neck muscles straining as he swirled his tongue around the swollen tip, nipping it with his teeth.
Elliot watched her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her whole body trembled.
Olivia wrapped her arms around his head, squeezing him against her chest. His body shook from the force of hers as she shivered against him.
"I-I-I-unghhh," Olivia gasped as an orgasm washed over her.
Elliot licked her nipple one last time before letting it slip from his lips. He stopped tugging on her left bud too, not wanting to overwhelm her.
Elliot laid his head between her heaving breasts as he waited for her to come down from her high. He couldn't help sucking on the skin resting against his mouth. He knew he was leaving a mark but he was damn proud of what he had accomplished. He briefly wondered if their body's would always respond so actively to one another.
Elliot felt the pressure against his head loosen, and he was freed to stand up straight.
"Damnit Stabler, where'd that come from?" Olivia huffed, still out of breath.
"Just wanted to test a rumour I had heard years ago," Elliot smiled as he pushed a few locks of hair behind her ear.
"I have to admit when you told me your intentions I didn't think you'd be able to pull it off, shit I didn't think my body would react that way," Olivia grasped the straps of her bra and dress, making Elliot frown as she pulled them back into place, fixing the cups of her bra at the same time.
"What'd it feel like?" Elliot rasped, his voice had dropped a few octaves from his arousal.
"Coming around nothing?" Olivia hummed, "Well different, in a good way. I could still feel myself come, but my walls were fluttering against nothing. It's hard to explain."
Elliot noticed her breathing was returning to normal. "But good?"
"Oh yes," Olivia chuckled, "Very, very good."
"Perhaps we could take this further into my apartment though. I shudder to think my neighbours could have heard that," Olivia pointed out as they stood against her front door.
Together they discarded their shoes and Olivia led Elliot into her living room, "Sit," she commanded, pushing on his shoulders when the back of his legs hit the couch.
Olivia grinned, and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, as Elliot stared up at her, she could see him struggle to get comfortable as he pressed his hand against the large bulge in his pants.
Olivia sat across from him on her coffee table. She had a sense of de ja vu, remembering a night months ago after they all went to a club. They had ended up back at her place, when Elliot had convinced her to show him how to touch a woman, except now their positions were reversed.
Olivia leaned forward and rubbed both his knees, "How close are you to coming in your pants Detective?"
Elliot tipped his head back against her couch, "I'm surprised I haven't," he huffed on a breathy exhale.
Olivia kept rubbing his knees and outer thighs, "I can tell."
Olivia stood and placed a knee on either side of his, straddling her subordinate.
"Livvvvvvvvv," Elliot moaned, he wouldn't be able to take anymore teasing without blowing in his slacks.
Olivia slipped a hand behind his head pulling it up to meet her eyes, "Shhh, I've got you, let me take care of that," she murmured as she copied his earlier movements and ran a single finger over his shaft.
Elliot nodded enthusiastically, reaching down to release his belt.
Olivia chuckled at his actions, and resting on his thighs she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tense abdominal muscles.
Elliot raised his ass, and pushed his pants and boxers over his hips, his erection bobbed in the space between them.
Olivia moaned and ran her hands down the valley's of his firm abs as they flexed beneath her finger.
"So fit," she purred, following the indentation down the middle of his torso. His skin was flushed a deep red as her hand reached his glistening tip. She couldn't deny how his toned body turned her on
"Shit Benson, I need you to…"
Elliot trailed off, his mouth falling open while he watched his Captain slip her bra and dress back down her bronze body.
"I-whaaat are yo-" Elliot questioned, his eyes had zoned in on her chest.
"You got to test out a theory on me, only seems fair I use the objects in question to test mine out on you," Olivia grinned mischievously.
"I-I ummm, yeah," he stuttered.
Olivia nipped his lip and before Elliot knew what was happening she had slid off his lap onto the floor, her breasts resting against his knees.
Elliot raised an eyebrow as she pulled on his hips, spreading his legs on either side of her bare shoulders.
Elliot gasped as his dick poked her, right between her heaving chest. He slapped his hands over his face as he realized what she had in mind, he wouldn't last 10 seconds if she slid his dick between her perky breasts.
Olivia adjusted their positions until he was nestled between her mounds, his precum wetting her skin, and providing a slippery surface for him to glide his cock through.
"Fuck me Detective," she rasped as she pushed her breasts together, squeezing his shaft between them, she provided a warm slick surface for him to thrust his shaft through.
"Unbelievable," Elliot groaned, he thrust his hips up, the tip of his dick brushed against the underside of her chin, providing a physical and visual pleasure.
"I-fu-Olivia!" Elliot chanted as he watched his erection slide between her soft perky mounds. Her nipples were swollen from his earlier actions, and her breasts jiggled as he found a rhythm that he knew would have him coming in seconds. He knew he would never be able to forget this view or experience.
He gave up when, on an upward thrust she ducked her head, and swiped her tongue over his tip.
Elliot grasped her couch in one hand and her shoulder in the other when she lowered her mouth down his shaft.
Olivia could feel every vein on his warm pulsating cock. She felt his liquid drip down the back of her throat as he spasmed in her mouth.
Olivia pulled back, and released him from the valley between her breasts.
Elliot shuddered and gaped at her as his orgasm pumped through his body, his seed landing on her chest.
They both groaned as he coated her mounds in his essence, neither had planned on doing it. Olivia was pleasantly surprised that her technique had worked, and ended so well as she felt his warm seed land on her bosom.
They both panted as Elliot flopped back on her couch gasping for breath.
"I'm so-sorry, didn't mean to-on your-Jesus Christ Benson, what the fuck was that?!" Elliot could barely breathe. He knew that image would be imprinted on his brain forever, her golden chest, shining with his cum. He didn't even know it was something he wanted to see or experience. His Captain continued to surprise him.
Olivia massaged his knees before standing up in front of him. She undid the clasp on her bra which hung around her waist, letting it drop to the floor at their feet. She grasped the sides of her dress, and pushed it down her body until it pooled at her feet. Despite already having 2 orgasms that night, her body was primed for more.
Olivia had experienced good sex in her past, but Elliot seemed to bring out the best in her. He also had the uncanny ability to make her yearn for more. It seemed like her body was starving for pleasure, and he was the only answer.
Elliot rocked his head from side to side, "So beautiful, fucking hell Captain!" He could barely move from his orgasm, but he found himself coming to life again.
Olivia stood in front of him wearing nothing but her damp red lacy thong. She smiled widely, "God you recover so quickly, to be twenty again!"
Elliot snorted, "Doesn't seem like you're struggling to keep up Benson."
Olivia smirked, "Not with you around."
Olivia reached out, and pulled Elliot to his feet. It boosted her ego to see how unsteady he was from his last climax. She guided him into her bedroom, while listening to his groans, she knew he was staring at her thong covered ass.
Her suspicions were confirmed when he dropped her hand and used both of his to grasp her asscheeks. They stumbled to her bed, his pants bunching at his ankles, Olivia made quick work of pushing his shirt off his shoulders, while he slipped his feet out of his slacks and boxers.
Olivia sat on her bed, and pushed herself up until she was settled against her pillows. They had never spoken about it, but this is where she had hoped their night would end.
She crooked a finger at her Detective in a come-hither motion. As much as she loved experimenting with him, she also liked to explore their emotional connection too.
Elliot crawled up her body, only pausing to lay kisses at different pressure points. He sucked on her ankle, and pulled her legs apart, placing each foot on either side of him. He kissed the inside of each knee as he made his way up her body.
Olivia moaned as he worked his way up to her lace covered core. He licked from her entrance to her clit, causing her to buck against his face.
Elliot grinned as he ground his chin over her opening, and rubbed his nose against her pulsing bundle of nerve.
"El-El damnit, take 'em off, need you, fuckkk," Olivia was stumbling over her words, so turned on by her lover, and losing what ever little patience she had left.
"Got you," Elliot grunted, he felt like he could already blow, and she hadn't really touched him since they entered her bedroom.
Elliot gripped the small straps on either side of her firm hips, and pulled them down her tanned legs. He watched as she twisted her body, and yanked open her bedside table.
As Elliot threw her thong off her bed, she tossed a condom at him.
"We need to be more careful with that," Olivia explained as Elliot unwrapped the foil, and rolled it on to his throbbing dick.
"I actually bought some last week," he stated, shifting his legs up the bed until he was eye level with her.
"Really, di-did you forget earlier?" Olivia rasped, her throat was tender from their earlier activities.
Elliot shook his head, he lowered himself over her until he could feel her hard nubs scrape across his chest. "Left them in my lockbox at home, never considered we'd do it in a public place."
Olivia laughed lightly, before moaning when she felt her nipples rub against him. "In-nnnn, your lockbox?"
Elliot kissed the side of her neck, "Figured it was the safest place, where no one would find 'em, wouldn't want my parent's to know I'm livin' in sin."
"Have I corrupted you Detective?" Olivia husked as she slid her hands down his pale muscular back.
Elliot bucked against her, his cock rubbing against her swollen bud.
"Ab-so-fucking-lutely, and I'm glad you did Captain," Elliot moaned in response.
Olivia tilted her head back on the pillow before glancing over Elliot's shoulder. She could see her own tanned legs on either side of his body. Her feet were stroking up and down the back of his thighs as he rested between her spread legs. It was an erotic sight to see their skin pressing against one another.
Olivia dragged her nails down his back, groaning in pleasure as she watched red lines appear. She knew she'd probably find marks on her body in the morning, and she liked knowing that he had them hidden underneath his clothes too.
"Oh fuck," Olivia whimpered as she felt him breach her entrance.
"So damn tight," Elliot could feel her walls moulding around his erection. He missed the feel of her moisture on his shaft, but he understood the necessity for protection, even if they were exclusive to one another.
"Move, Ellllllllllll, deeper," Olivia ordered, scraping her nails down his back again, letting them rest on his ass.
Elliot groaned as he thrust his hips, sliding in until his pelvis connected with hers.
They both moaned as he bottomed out, Olivia could feel the muscles flexing in his ass as he pulled back and bucked back in to her.
Together they set a steady rhythm, both had started so close to the edge. Elliot could feel her walls contracting all around him. He pushed up on his hands to look down between them.
They both panted heavily as they watched Elliot slide in and out of her, Olivia's folds swollen from her arousal. His cock was covered in a sheen of moisture, the sight was enough to push them both to the edge.
"Harder," Olivia grunted.
"Elliot!" Olivia cried as he snapped his hips forward.
"Shit, shit, shit, Livvvvvvvv," Elliot chanted, he couldn't contain his release any longer.
"Yes, yes, yessss," Olivia purred, as she felt Elliot collapse on top of her, his head resting on her upper chest.
Olivia felt like a live wire. Her climax sent waves of pleasurable shocks throughout her body.
"Livvvvv," Elliot whispered as he felt her core pulsing around him. Every time he thought it was over, she'd contract and squeeze him a little more. He never knew he could come so much.
Olivia smoothed her hands over his sweaty back. "Th-that was amazing."
"Mhmm," Elliot muttered sleepily.
"Did I wear you out?" Olivia chuckled.
"You did Cap," Elliot wasn't ashamed to admit it.
Olivia nodded, and kissed his head, "Let's sleep then, and hope you don't get called in."
Once again working in sync, they quickly pulled apart and got ready for bed while praying nobody's phone rang in the next 8 hours.
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Saturday Morning, Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment
Olivia could feel a warm wet sensation on her hip bone, as it pulled her from her peaceful sleep.
"Mmmm," she mumbled, not understanding the feelings in her body. On the one hand she had a pleasantly heated sensation in her core, but she also had a warm feeling in her stomach. It took her a moment to realize what it was.
She pushed Elliot away from her lower body as she sprang from the bed and ran to her bathroom.
She barely made it as she emptied her stomach, groaning at the vile taste. Elliot appeared in the doorway, boxer clad as he held out his shirt for her to wear.
Olivia sat back on her legs, as Elliot wet some toilet paper. Handing it to her he crouched down beside the toilet, "You're still not over this bug, what did your doctor say at your physical this week?"
Olivia shrugged, "Just that it could last 10-14 days."
Elliot ran his hand through her auburn locks, "Feel any better?"
Olivia wiped her mouth, "Yes actually, I'm sorry about all this. Nicks going to be working weekends for the rest of the year!"
Elliot laughed as he stood up and helped Olivia to her feet.
"It's still early, you wanna try to nap for a few hours?" Elliot asked.
Olivia nodded, buttoning a couple buttons on his shirt that she was wearing. They crawled under the sheet, turning on her side, she felt Elliot spoon her from behind, resting his arm over her abdomen.
"This okay?" he inquired.
"More than," Olivia agreed, comfortable now that her nausea seemed to settle down.
"Get some sleep," Elliot muttered into her neck.
He didn't have to tell her twice. She could already feel her eyes drooping.
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A/N: If there are any situations you want to see this dynamic pair take part in, let me know. I've seen a few people post about this story on twitter but if you don't tag me, then I probably won't see it.
Happy Birthday to our Queen, just a coincidence I'm posting this on her bday.
My beta was too busy digging us out of 2 ft of snow to read this. All mistakes mine.
