Protégé
Chapter 33
A/N: Continues from Chapter 32. Happy Canadian Thanksgiving to all my fellow Canucks! Bold words are text messages.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but sadly they're still Dick's.
Thursday Night, Manhattan Apartment, Upper Westside
Elliot dropped Olivia onto the queen size mattress that he had been sleeping on that week. It was a spacious guest bedroom with an enviable en-suite, perfect for any primary bedroom, let alone a guest suite. Elliot particularly liked the floor to ceiling glass wall. It provided ample lighting during the day, and fantastic views of the city lit up at night.
However at that moment he was indulging in a much better view as he stomped out of his sweatpants, freeing his legs at last. Olivia was laying on her back, in the centre of the bed, propped up on her elbows, rubbing her legs back and forth against each other.
Elliot let out a sound of exasperation as he detangled himself from his pants, all the while keeping his stormy blue gaze locked on the woman currently driving him crazy, in more than one way.
Olivia bit her bottom lip as Elliot stood to his full height. She loved how quickly he recovered as another part of his anatomy stood at attention as well.
Olivia rolled her eyes, and dropped her head back to the mattress, elongating her neck, she relaxed her legs, allowing them to fall open.
Olivia closed her eyes, hearing her Detective grunt, she knew he was staring at her exposed core. In the same way she had enjoyed seeing her juices covering Elliot's hard cock a moment ago, she knew he was experiencing the same feeling, seeing their mixed fluids coating her pussy, and thighs.
"What the fuck was that out there?" Elliot's voice broke through the otherwise silent room.
Olivia opened her eyes and glanced down her body. Spreading her long tan legs even more, she admired her ivory skinned boyfriend standing at the foot of the bed, knees pressing into the mattress.
"Thought we weren't talking," Olivia whispered, her voice had dropped an octave from her orgasms.
Olivia couldn't help herself as she ghosted her hands down her abdomen, just standing naked a few feet away, he was managing to reawaken her arousal, without even trying. "Seems to me talking is where we go wrong."
"What do you mean?" Elliot asked, his hand dropped to the head of his hard cock, that was bobbing gently against his navel.
"I mean less talk, more action Stabler," Olivia huffed in frustration. All she needed in that moment was for Elliot to climb in between her outstretched legs. She needed him to take his erection, and using the power she knew he possessed in his hips, bring it home. She wanted to look over his shoulder and see the scratches she planned to put on his back. She wanted to see her calves and feet dig into his firm flexing ass, as he hammered her. Perhaps when she came she'd clamp her mouth over his pulsating jugular vein. Leave a visual warning for whatever blonde girl he'd be taking to that stupid gala that weekend.
Olivia swore her brain wasn't functioning properly, all her blood must've been pooled in her swollen folds, because she couldn't understand why he wasn't currently between her legs.
"Is that your way of apologizing for earlier?" Elliot asked, pumping his shaft, their combined juices working as a perfect lubricant.
Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "Don't push it, and if you're done dicking around…"
Elliot chuckled darkly, "Pun intended?"
"Stabler if you don't get your ass between my thighs in the next 10 seconds-" Olivia dropped her tone, and used what she thought of as her Captain's voice. "Then I'm out of here."
Both of Elliot's brows flew into his hairline, "Yeah? That so Captain."
Olivia merely nodded.
"Hmmm, seems like between the two of us, you're the last one who should be making requests, or threats in this case," Elliot hummed, as he continued to rub himself.
"Is that so, Detective?" she parroted back. Olivia could barely even remember what they were fighting about, but he was slowly beginning to piss her off all over again.
"Yeah, seems like you're much more desperate for it then I am," Elliot poked again. "In fact, pretty sure I could go without a lot longer than you."
"Hah!" Olivia laughed, pushing herself into a sitting position, then standing to march out of his room.
"Me? Desperate? Don't flatter yourself!" Olivia chuckled dryly, walking past her young lover, she purposely rubbed against him, holding in a gasp as she felt her wet core press against his upper thigh and hip. Her hard nipples brushed against his bulging bicep, that kept a firm hold of his penis.
She watched as his jaw muscles clenched.
"Oh yes, you're so much better than me," Olivia whispered in his ear.
Elliot followed her into the main room, watching as Olivia located her trench coat. "I'm not the one who showed up at your door naked."
Olivia held up her hand, raising a single finger, "Firstly I wasn't naked, I was wearing a coat, secondly I wanted a hard fuck," she continued holding up a second finger. "I was aroused, and instead of seeking a mediocre orgasm from a stranger, I sought out the man I knew could get me off quickly. Thirdly-"
"Hold on," Elliot interrupted, abandoning his own erection he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "So you seriously just came here to use me for sex?"
"Well I would have thought that was pretty obvious by the lack of clothing under my coat-"
"Wow you-wow. You are something else. Is there an apology at all on that list of yours?" Elliot tilted his head, and threw up his hands.
Olivia grinned and shook her head as she did up her long coat, "I don't know, I haven't heard one from you."
Elliot unfolded his arms as he laughed out loud, "Wow, well until I hear one from you, or you want to talk to me like an actual adult, then there's the door."
Olivia's smile faltered, her body was ready to go, her nipples were so hard she honestly believed the slightest stimulation might send her over the edge, she could never recall a time when they were so sensitive, she figured it was her coat rubbing against them, that had her squirming. She highly regretted not wearing anything under her jacket, the way her distended buds were brushing against the material, had her squeezing her thighs together. She also knew her own hands weren't going to do the trick, the moment she got a minute alone. She needed him, his touch, his mouth. She may have lost her mental faculties for the time being but one thing she still had was her pride.
"Hey I already got mine," Olivia stated, grabbing her purse, she marched towards his door.
Elliot frowned, "Fine be that way! Call me when you grow up, and want to talk about the real problem here."
Olivia walked past his own jacket and suit hanging in the apartment's large foyer. "I'll see you at the gala Detective, have fun with your date, I know I will."
Olivia winked before slamming the door behind her.
Elliot grabbed his head between his hands and flopped down on the leather couch, "God damn it!"
She was absolutely driving him crazy. He felt like every time they took a step forward, they ended up taking 3 steps back. She had just proven to him that she was okay and still committed after one of her best friends and colleagues caught them. Not a few days later, they were barely speaking to one another. Was her anger really about him taking another woman to the gala? Or was she just using that as an excuse to pick a fight with him because she really wasn't okay with Fin finding out about them?
"Shit," Elliot muttered as he stood up and went back into the room he was sleeping in. As he pulled on his discarded sweatpants, he reminded himself to do a thorough cleaning of his friend's apartment before he came back. He had just had sex against his friend's window, not to mention sitting butt naked on his leather couch a moment ago, which he found oddly soothing. Perhaps it was a piece of furniture he would invest in, in the new apartment that he was still shopping for.
Elliot peered down at the bed in the room. Five minutes ago his girlfriend was laying on it, in nothing but her birthday suit, spreading her legs, and telling him to get to it. He scratched his head as he tried to backtrack, to figure out why he didn't just cave in. Squinting he could make out a damp patch where her arousal had obviously dripped into the sheets.
Elliot gazed up at the ceiling. "Couch it is," he said as he walked back out of the room that she too had left. He couldn't sleep on that bed, or inhale her scent all night and expect to sleep.
He grabbed the blanket off the back of the large sofa and made himself comfortable.
Elliot turned the TV on, but before he could settle on something to watch, he noticed his friend's two cats stared at him from the love seat.
He had forgotten about them, but realized in hindsight that the two felines had probably been watching them the whole time.
"Yeah I'm an idiot I know," he mumbled, turning on a west coast baseball game.
Elliot picked his phone up off the table in front of the couch, where he had abandoned it earlier in the evening, he opened his bbm app, and proceeded to type a message.
E: I know ur mad but plz let me kno u got home safe k?
Elliot placed his phone beside him on the couch, making sure it was turned on, so he would hear her message come through. It didn't matter how much she angered him, he still needed to know she was safe, and knew he wouldn't fall asleep until he did. He was happy to note that their argument had successfully taken care of his raging hard on.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was this stupid party that coming weekend that was causing all their problems. He decided that he just had to get through it. They would talk afterwards, realize they were both being childish, and everything would be fine.
"Everything will be fine," he repeated out loud. His eyes snapped open when the two cats let out shrill noises. "Yes they will," he argued back, frowning at the two hairy felines.
He had definitely wanted to get a pussy on that couch, but he had a very different one in mind. He chuckled to himself, as a player on the Dodgers hit a homerun. "Shit everyone's scoring tonight…"
A/N: I haven't gotten the same response on this story as I use to, hope you guys are still enjoying it
It's Canadian thanksgiving today. Our unit in the hospital is on lockdown because of an outbreak of covid. No visitors in or out. I've spent many many holidays and birthdays in the hospital. But after losing both my grandparents, who helped raise me, this past year, my family and friends mean more to me than ever. Would've been nice to not have to spend another holiday alone. But I wrote instead to cheer myself up. Can tell I'm in a sour mood lol. No beta, all mistakes mine. I won't make you wait much longer for the gala.
