A/N: Thank you so much for all of the reviews! I was lurking on FB and saw a question about the ages so I want to clear that up: Fitz, Mellie, and Jamison are quite a bit older than the others. The others are fresh out of law school. Jake is the only one whose age I messed with. He's around Olivia and her friends' ages. And would Fitz be fired from the university for this? Probably but what they don't know...
And...heads up that this is NSFW.
The sun drifted toward the horizon gently and in no hurry. Fitz let his mind wander as he took in the wash of pinks and oranges saturating the sky. He lounged across the threadbare bed, his book abandoned on his lap. He tried to forget how Olivia had felt pinned beneath him on the sand, her eyes dilated in arousal.
Fitz looked away from the window when he heard Olivia step out of the bathroom. He felt his mouth go dry as he watched her walk over to the dresser and put on her earrings. She was wearing tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. And due to the lack of panty lines, he was pretty sure she had nothing on underneath. She was sporting a crop-top jersey with a number 9 on the back. A few tantalizing inches of skin peeked out from the hemline, well above the waistline of her pants. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, with graceful curls swinging down to her shoulders.
Olivia glanced at him, misinterpreting his silent shock as a negative reaction.
"The theme is football." She playfully rolled her eyes. "Of course it is."
Fitz continued to stare dumbfounded, his eyes hungrily following the curve of her ass. He bit back a groan as he remembered how she had felt in his palm when he had grabbed her at the party yesterday and the image of her rounded cheeks peeking out from her bikini on the beach.
"Can you help me with the shoulder pads?" Olivia asked, reaching down to grab the equipment off the floor. Fitz felt his pants grow tighter as he watched her bend over in front of him.
He coughed, clearing his throat. "Of course."
Fitz rose from the bed, silently thanking God that his cotton joggers were loose enough that she wouldn't be able to tell that he was half-hard. He walked over to her, subtly breathing gin the soft scent of her body wash. His hands worked on autopilot as he fastened the protective gear.
"Thanks," Olivia gave him a grateful smile. "I know you're not joining the bachelor's party, but do you want to walk me to the bar? Most of the girls already left."
"Sure," Fitz nodded.
They slowly made their way into town. The walk oscillated between comfortable silence and casual small talk with both participants subtly sneaking glances at the other when they thought they weren't looking. After passionate debate on Gruter v. Bollinger, Olivia shifted the conversation to something that had been weighing on her mind.
"People actually pay you for sex? I mean —" Olivia blurted, realizing how judgmental she sounded. "You're just so…talented. You could make extra money other ways."
"How you know that I'm not equally as talented in that area? That women wouldn't drop thousands to spend the night with me?"
Olivia swallowed thickly. She dropped her focus to her feet, carefully mapping the cracked pavement beneath her shoes. She tried to keep the tone of her voice neutral:
"Have you been hired a lot?"
"It's a full-time job," Fitz responded with a stony face. "I've never fucked for money, Olivia. Just a drink or two."
"So you haven't had sex for cash?" Olivia snuck a quick peek at the man before her, returning her gaze to her shoes. "Not that it matters. I give full credit and appreciation to sex workers. I was just curious."
"I don't need the incentive of money for sex. I do plenty well on my own."
Olivia clenched her jaw, suddenly feeling her tongue grow heavy in her mouth.
"Right."
Fitz raised an eyebrow taking in Olivia's shift in demeanor. "You don't believe me?"
Loud music resounded on the empty street around them, spilling out of a nearby bar as someone opened the door. Under the glow of the streetlight, Fitz eyed his former student, watching as her gaze flicked around the area. She refused to make eye contact with him.
"I'm not the man you made me out to be in your head. You didn't know me then."
"I know." Olivia crossed her arms, very aware of Fitz's probing gaze as he tried to read her reaction.
"Then why are you suddenly so closed off? If not in complete disbelief?" He took a step toward her, watching as her eyes widened. Her back hit the side of a parked car as he closed the distance between them.
She could feel his stare drag slowly across her face, surely reading any tell she didn't know she had.
"Ms. Pope," Fitz whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Are you jealous?"
"No!"
"I think you are." Fitz pressed even closer, pinning her against the car. His gaze dropped down to her chest, watching it heave beneath the shoulder padding. He was careful to keep his hips away from her lest she realize that he was just as affected as she was. "Not only do you lust after your professor, but you can't stand the thought of someone else having me."
"That's not true," Olivia argued, her voice breathy.
"How do you picture it, Livvie?" he whispered in her ear, smiling as her eyes fluttered shut. "Do I take you in my office at Princeton? Or do we sneak around to each other's apartments? I bet you're wondering what it would feel like if I bent you over this car right now and fucked you in the middle of the street."
He dragged his hand slowly up her bare arm. Goosebumps erupted in his hand's wake and she let out a small gasp as her small purse slipped out of her hand and landed on the street with a thud.
"Admit it," Fitz's words ghosted over her bare skin.
Olivia took a stuttering breath, eyes still pressed shut as Fitz continued to invade her space. "I told you on day one that you were more than adequate."
"Yes, but there's something different about hearing more, Livvie." Fitz hovered his lips over her pulse point, practically feeling the blood thrum erratically beneath the surface. "Forfeit the bet, Livvie. It's not just that you find me attractive. You want me."
Olivia sucked in a sharp breath, her mind spinning in an onslaught of fantasies.
How would his fingers feel on her skin? How would it feel to have him push her against the wall, his focus solely on her and her imminent submission?
"Eh!"
A shout from down the street caused Fitz to step back, effectively popping the bubble of tension surrounding the couple. Olivia blinked her eyes, watching the twins saunter down the road in their direction.
"As much as we love a good, free show, I suggest finding a room next time."
"Think of it as a free lesson rather than a show." Fitz crossed his arms. "It wouldn't surprise me if you never got around to learning the subtle art of seduction."
Olivia's cheeks were burning.
"As much as I love seeing little Livvie here all flustered —" Xavier shot her a wink. "—I just wanted to give you a heads-up before the rest of the men make their way down here."
"On second thought, I'm sure Jakeums probably needs a lesson more than we do," Xander gave the couple a decisive nod, leaning up against the car beside them. "Okay. Carry on. Make sure you get to the good stuff by the time the others get here."
"Hey! That was a good joke!" Xavier jumped, rubbing his arm where Olivia had managed to land a solid blow.
"I love it when a cat has claws," Xander grinned.
"Speaking of pussies —"
"Don't you two have somewhere else to be?" Fitz snarled. "Like a bachelor party?"
"We are here on special orders from the groom," Xavier announced, puffing his chest dramatically. "Harrison wanted us to scope out the area ahead of time to make sure you didn't sneak off."
Fitz snorted. "Well tell the groom that I will not be attending tonight's festivities."
"He said you might say that," Xander sighed. "He also said that we should use Olivia as leverage to convince you."
Fitz raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued and turning in Olivia's direction. "Is that so? I'm curious to see how Ms. Pope would try to convince me."
"Why don't you tell him you'd do anything to convince him," Xavier whispered conspiratorially toward Olivia. "And I mean anything…"
"Go for just one drink?" Olivia gave a small smile to Fitz, rolling her eyes at the twins' antics and reaching down to squeeze his hand. "It would mean a lot to me."
Fitz clenched his jaw as he looked into Olivia's eyes, a mixture of hope and uncertainty swimming there. It seemed like the rest of the world slipped away around them and that he was the only person that mattered to her. As if her happiness, the happiness of a kind, beautiful, generous woman, clung onto the cusp of his decision.
His mouth formed a response before his brain was able to catch up.
"Okay."
Olivia squealed in happiness, squeezing his hand once more before letting go. "I promise to have a drink with you when I get back tonight."
The twins began a ridiculous dance in the street, strewn with cheers and wolf whistles.
"Aw! A nightcap!"
"With her professor!"
"All alone!"
"Just the two of them!"
"There couldn't possibly be a hidden meaning behind such an innocent request!"
"My drink with you will need to be a double," Fitz said, doing his best to ignore the twins.
"Oh, a double! One O isn't enough for our little Olivia!"
"Olivia!"
The twins were saved from Fitz's unfriendly response by the arrival of a group of men down the street.
Harrison stumbled forward, already tipsy. He ran up and gave his friend a huge hug.
"Did you convince Fitz to join us?" His words were slightly slurred, looking at the taller man over Olivia's shoulders.
"He agreed to join us for one drink!" Xavier announced, reaching for the bottle of Jack in Jamison's hand. "And I believe this bottle counts as one drink!"
The group let out a bunch of cheers and laughs.
"Alright, Livvie, time for you to join the other women." Jamison grabbed her arm, pulling her away from Fitz. "I'll escort you inside so you don't get lost in Fitz's dreamy eyes."
Fitz frowned as Olivia was suddenly ushered into the bar by Jamison. She barely had time to wave goodbye to him over her shoulder before she disappeared from sight.
"Alright, keep moving!" Jake ordered. "As the best man, it's my duty to make sure every guy has a beer in his hand in exactly 30 seconds!"
With a yell, the young men all took off in a sprint down the street, seeking the closest bar. Fitz stayed put, watching them topple over each other as they tried to get into a bar on the corner. He couldn't help but glance toward the door on his right, the image of Jamison and Olivia seared into his brain with a hot iron.
Fitz crossed his arms, mulling over his choices.
If I leave now, I won't be forced to get a drink with my former students. But what if Jamison doesn't leave the bar and stays all night with Olivia?
He huffed, annoyed at the familiar feeling of jealousy that flared within the pits of his stomach. That hadn't happened since Mellie.
Would it be absolutely pathetic to check on them?
Fitz subconsciously took a step toward the door when suddenly something brushed against his toe. Glancing down, he saw Olivia's purse resting innocently on the sidewalk. Fitz bit back a smile as he reached down and scooped up the leather bag. It was the perfect excuse to go in and see Olivia - and observe how his colleague acted around her without prying eyes.
The bar was the predicted mix of chaos and loud music. Maggie was dancing around the bar with Nicole, laughing over the song the DJ was playing. Nicole was in a traditional NFL jersey and her long legs stretched out from a tiny pair of shorts. Already nearing six-feet, she had opted for a simple pair of white Nikes rather than heels.
Maggie, on the other hand, was wrapped in a Princeton Tigers jersey (likely stolen from Harrison) that she was currently wearing as a dress. She had on a pair of strappy black stilettos and shiny bangles on her wrist.
Jamison, off on the right, was conversing with the bartender. He appeared to be ordering a round of shots given the tiny glasses being laid out on the bar.
"Hello, professor," Quinn greeted, nursing a drink off to the side. She was donning a full player's uniform, completely encompassed in men's shoulder pads, knee pads, and a football helmet. Fitz could barely see her under all of the oversized equipment. "Are you here to join the party?"
At Quinn's comment, all the girls turned at once to face Fitz, now frozen in the doorway.
"Come on in, Prof!" Nicole called, reaching out to grab Fitz's arm and pull him into the group. "Join the game!"
Fitz suddenly found himself in a crowd of women, all pressing into his sides. Aside from Nicole, Maggie, Quinn, and Olivia, Fitz wasn't sure of the others' identities. He thought one of the redheads might be Abby Whelan, though he hadn't seen her in years, and the other possibly Abby's cousin.
Olivia, already a little tipsy - presumably from the drink in her hand, giggled as she watched Fitz's shell-shocked expression. "Aw, leave him alone!"
His shocked expression turned into a playful smirk as he pulled her into his embrace. He was well aware of all the eyes glued to them. "I have been known to referee a game or two…"
The girls whooped at his comment.
"But I'm just here to return Olivia's purse," Fitz said, handing the small, leather bag to Olivia. "Seems she was a little distracted earlier and forgot it."
Olivia blushed, no doubt remembering his actions on the street.
"I'm also here to collect Mr. Ballard," Fitz said, his eyes trained on the man approaching with two shots in his hand. "As the guest list for the bachelorette night is strictly females only."
"Ah, but you know that the Ballards don't like to follow the rules," Jamison teased with a smile. "And someone needs to make sure their favorite sister behaves."
Jamison bumped his hip playfully against Maggie's.
"Fuck off!" Maggie pushed him away with a laugh.
Jamison chuckled, slightly spilling the shots he was holding.
"Okay, okay. I'll leave after Olivia does a shot with me. I owe her a drink after my terrible show as her chicken partner."
"You weren't terrible!" Olivia giggled. "It's just that Nicole was ruthless."
"Damn right I was!" The woman in question responded with a laugh. "And I'll do it again."
"Fitz should take a shot with us, too," Olivia suggested shyly, glancing at the man. "Since he was also my chicken partner."
Fitz raised an eyebrow. "I'd rather save our drink together for later tonight, as promised."
"Come on, Grant! It's just one shot," Jamison taunted, his eyes glistening mischievously. "Or can you not keep up with the young-ones?"
"I was drinking when they were all still in diapers," Fitz rolled his eyes. "Don't make a fool of yourself."
"Prove it!" Nicole called. "Do a shot with Livvie!"
Olivia let out a nervous laugh, giving a sheepish smile as she offered a way out: "You really don't have to."
Fitz glanced between the smug Ballard bastard and the flustered Olivia. He couldn't back down from a challenge, especially with so many people watching.
"Alright," Fitz agreed, reaching out to grab a shot from the tray. A whiff of the alcohol immediately stung his nose. "I'm assuming this is tequila?"
"Top shelf," Jamison confirmed. "It's Olivia's favorite."
"Well, I'll be sure to include Ms. Pope then," Fitz said, his tone dropping a notch. Holding his shot in one hand, he reached for a saltshaker from a nearby table.
"Hold this for me." Fitz handed his shot glass to Olivia. He moved his now free hand behind her back, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as he pressed her closer to him.
"Tilt your head back," he whispered, guiding some of her weight onto the arm he had around her. He shook the saltshaker, watching the salt fall onto the exposed skin where her neck met her collarbone in the junction above the ridiculous shoulder pads. He accepted the lime wedge that one of the women, Nicole?, held toward him, smirking at Olivia's expression. "Open your mouth, love."
Olivia's mouth dropped open and he placed the rind of the lime along her teeth, holding it until she bit down. Fitz finally dragged his eyes away from the flustered woman in his arms and looked at the gawking group around him, inwardly smirking at the knowledge that he had their full and undivided attention.
"Cheers." He dropped his head down to Olivia's collarbone and licked a slow line up her neck. He felt her pulse race below his lips as he lathered the salt from her skin. He then reached down and grabbed Olivia's hand, raising the shot to his mouth and downing it in one go. Without a second to overthink it, he placed his mouth squarely over hers, letting his teeth graze the fleshy part of the lime. He sucked the sour juice into his mouth.
Olivia's eyes fluttered closed, relishing the tantalizing whisper of Fitz's lips around the lime. She pulled her head back an inch, dropping her side of the fruit. Fitz barely had time to spit the lime out of his mouth before Olivia lunged forward, sealing her lips once more over his. Fitz leaned into her, letting his hands stray lower and rest atop the curve of her ass. He tasted the margarita on her breath, biting back a moan as her tongue swiped against his lips. He barely registered the cheering women around him as he opened his mouth, letting Olivia's tongue twist with his own.
She pulled back after a few heated seconds, gasping for air. Her skin flushed and lips slightly swollen, she smiled up at him. He couldn't help a small smile of his own in return, watching an unbidden giggle escape her.
"Damn," Nicole whistled. "I guess it's true what they say about older guys."
"Which is—?" Fitz asked, finally dragging his eyes away from Olivia.
"That they know how to use their tongues."
"Liv certainly has no complaints regarding my tongue." He smirked, looking at the flushed woman in his arms.
Olivia's blush deepened, splotchy patches now descending down her neck. She couldn't help the onslaught of fantasies running rampant through her mind of everything Fitz would be able to do with said tongue.
"Mags, you might want to take some notes to share with Harrison tonight," Nicole giggled.
"And that's where I take my leave." Fitz looked down at Olivia, pressed against his side, and rubbed his hand along her lower back. "Keep an eye on my woman."
The women all whole-heartedly complied, letting out a few "yes, sirs!"
Despite her embarrassed blush, Olivia's smile turned flirtatious. She pulled his head down for another quick kiss, pressing her body eagerly against his. As the women around them began drinking and dancing again, Olivia leaned toward Fitz, reaching up to whisper into his ear:
"I'll need help taking this equipment off later." She dragged a finger slowly down his chest, the alcohol making her brave. "And I'm sure a referee would know the proper way to help me."
Fitz felt his words catch in his throat. He swallowed thickly, taking in her flushed cheeks and dilated eyes. Was the alcohol talking? Was she trying to get back at him from earlier? He glanced around them, noticing that most of the women were no longer paying any attention to them. It certainly wasn't for anyone's benefit.
"I'm familiar with the technique, yes," Fitz said softly, his face unreadable. His eyes scanned her again, wondering if it was merely the alcohol spurring Olivia. Or maybe the alcohol was clouding her awareness and she didn't realize they were no longer putting on a show for the others.
"Good," Olivia smiled, kissing him softly on the corner of his mouth. "I look forward to it."
Five minutes later, Fitz had to press his lips together to keep from grinning like an idiot in front of the men as he made his way into the bar down the street.
The moon was high and the streets were just beginning to quiet down. Crickets chirped in the stillness, overshadowed only by an inquisitive owl hoot and the occasional inebriated giggle. Fitz rolled his eyes as Harrison stumbled again, the younger man drifting dangerously toward the tall bushes lining the property. Fitz grabbed the man's sleeve, slinging the loose arm over his shoulder for support. He began walking the soon-to-be groom along the path toward the house, practically carrying Harrison up the walk.
Harrison ambled drunkenly into Fitz's side, his smaller frame struggling to find his footing next to Fitz's larger strides. "Sir?"
"Jesus, Harrison. Drop the fucking formalities," Fitz snarled. "I'm just trying to get you home."
"But sir," Harrison slurred, stopping —"keep moving, Harrison!" — and staring up at the older man in earnest. "I'm going to marry Maggie. I don't like you that way."
Fitz rolled his eyes and resumed guiding Harrison up the path.
"I'm not interested in whatever you have to offer," Fitz explained patronizingly, his temper barely held in check. "I'm here with Olivia, remember?"
"Oh, right!" Harrison perked up, his legs crisscrossing as he tried to keep up with the pace Fitz was setting. "Her dreams finally came true!"
Fitz couldn't help but snort at that.
"Yes, I'm her knight in shining armor," he retorted. "The answer to all her dreams."
"I meant her other dreams," Harrison rolled his eyes, the effect somewhat lessened as he was barely able to get the words out without a hiccup. He dropped his voice to a stage-whisper. "Her sex dreams."
It was Fitz's turn to stumble now, his head snapping down to look at the other man in surprise. "She told you about her sex dreams?"
"Only the one," Harrison laughed at Fitz's expression, his giggles turning into another fit of hiccups. "She confessed to have a sexy dream about our professor."
"Are you sure you're not thinking of someone else."
"Nope," Harrison said, dramatically popping the 'p' to smack his lips. He began playfully bopping his lips together, amused at the sound it was making.
"Focus, Harrison," Fitz sighed, snapping his fingers in front of the drunk man's face. Harrison immediately stopped his antics, his eyes growing comically wide as he took in Fitz's annoyed expression. "How do you know Olivia had a dream about me?"
"We were playing truth and…and…and…"
"Truth or dare?"
"That's it!" Harrison shouted loudly, pushing off Fitz and waving his arms around enthusiastically. "You got it! A for a beautiful night!"
"A for —" Fitz shook his head, his mind whirring with the information he just learned. Olivia admitted to having a sex dream about him?
"Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants," Harrison rolled his eyes, plopping to the ground and moving his arms and legs as if he was making a snow angel. Fitz crossed his arms, refusing to respond.
"Anyway," Harrison continued, "I forget who asked, but we talked about sex dreams."
Fitz's eyes widened, taking in the implication of Harrison's unfinished story. A school girl crush was one thing, but actually dreaming about him in an intimate way…
"And I had a wet dream about Abby. Her hair. Her smile," Harrison smiled fondly at the memory. "She was such a babe."
Fitz sighed before clearing his throat. "And Olivia?"
"She's not a babe!" Harrison laughed, sitting up and abandoning his dirty snow angel.
Rolling his eyes, Fitz pressed his hand to his temple. This was like pulling teeth. "I meant, Olivia's dream?"
"Oh right." Harrison looked thoughtful, as if he had just remembered what they were talking about. "It was fucking disgusting. She said she went to your office and —"
Harrison gagged.
"—Ugh, she was so descriptive with the memory. I never want to think about you naked like that."
"Interesting."
After walking Harrison up the stairs — "Why are your legs so long? You're like a spider! Haha! SpiderMan! Pew pew!" — Fitz returned to the kitchen, intent on downing a large glass of water before finally falling into bed.
A small giggle reached his ears as he entered the kitchen, spotting a woman kneeling on the far counter with a bag of chips in her hand. She had a variety of jars laid out on the surface before her and her shoulder pads were abandoned on the nearby floor.
"Do you want a midnight snack?" Olivia whispered loudly, cutting off her own question with a muffled laugh as if she had told a joke.
Fitz glanced at the clock on the stove. "It is well past two in the morning, Olivia."
"I've got chips and stuff."
Fitz crossed the kitchen, eyes drifting down her body. From her elevated spot on the counter, he could easily see the taut muscles of her thighs pressed beneath her leather pants.
"As much as I love chips, I'm very intrigued by the other things you're offering." He squinted, trying to read the containers in the moonlit room. "Are those pickles?"
"Yes," Olivia answered. She reached into the jar and pinched a slice between her two fingers, withdrawing it and popping it into her mouth. "But that's not available to you."
"Oh, it's not?" Fitz asked, amused by Olivia's drunken antics. "And what if I were to steal a pickle?" He started to reach his hand in the direction of the jar, smiling when Olivia slapped his arm out of the way.
"Behave, sir," Olivia scolded him, her words slurring slightly. She unfolded her legs from beneath her, letting them dangle off the side of the counter.
"Alright. What else does Chef Pope have to offer?"
Olivia giggled. "I'll let you guess."
Fitz raised an eyebrow, scanning his gaze over the other jars on the counter.
"What about peanut butter?"
"Nope!" Olivia smiled.
"Hummus?"
"Wrong!"
"Leftover pie?"
"Not-ah!"
"Croutons?"
"No!"
"Hmmm," Fitz thought aloud. "I seem to have run out of options on the counter."
"I think you're forgetting something." Olivia gave him a coy smile. "There's one thing on the counter that's available."
Fitz's eyes dilated as Olivia reached out, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and tugging him forward.
"Alright, then. Tell me, Ms. Pope," Fitz said, his voice dropping an octave. He let himself be pulled closer to her, resting his hands on her thighs. "What else do you have to offer?"
"Your girlfriend," Olivia whispered in his ear. Her hands smoothed down the front of his chest and rested along his waistband. "I want you to devour me, Fitz."
"You're drunk," Fitz stated, his voice coming out in a higher pitch than he intended. Olivia was still sliding her hands across the waistband of his pants.
"I'm horny," Olivia corrected. She let her lips ghost along his neck before making contact with the skin behind his ear. She sucked sharply for a moment before whispering: "—and I'm wet."
Fitz groaned, his eyes fluttering shut in frustration. "Tread very carefully, woman."
"I don't want to treat carefully," Olivia whined. "I want to have sex."
"You're drunk, Olivia," Fitz repeated. "You wouldn't be saying this if you were sober."
"Wouldn't I?" Olivia asked, leaving a line of kisses down his neck. Her teeth scraped the sensitive skin at the base of his throat, causing Fitz to shudder. "You've seen how turned on I get around you."
"You're faking it," Fitz argued, half-heartedly, wiling himself to actually believe the words he was saying. "We're faking it."
"Are we?" Olivia's hand finally delved lower, gripping his erection through his pants. Fitz hissed sharply, unable to hide his reaction. "If this is you faking it, maybe I'll just go find another man in this house wiling to —"
Fitz's lips hungrily sought her out, claiming Olivia's mouth with his own. She moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer to her. He groaned as her lips descended his neck and his hips thrust into her.
Coldness suddenly washed over Fitz as Olivia pushed him away from her. Panic flashed through him before Olivia slid off the counter, her body flush against his once more.
"Follow me," Olivia whispered, grabbing his hand.
Unable to respond, Fitz followed dutifully behind her, allowing her to lead him out of the kitchen and through the front door of the house. All drunken silliness seemed to evaporate from Olivia as she dragged him toward the driveway, shooting little smiles at him the entire way. They approached the boat on the trailer next to the house. Olivia wasted no time scaling the ladder, hopping onto the deck of the modest sailboat. She unlatched the cabin door and shuffled down the steps below, not looking back to see if Fitz was following her.
And she didn't need to look. Fitz was completely entranced by this woman and would blindly follow her into a viper's nest or a billowing hurricane if she willed it. He silently traced her path, ducking his head as he stepped down into the lower cabin. Fitz, like a moth to a flame, let himself be lost in the sensation, turning his brain off and completely abandoning any sense of reason in the face of Olivia.
"To answer your question from earlier today —" Olivia finally broke the silence after Fitz had fully entered the cabin, pushing on his chest to guide him into a fall gently back onto the boat's double bed. "—I imagined all of that. Your office. My dorm. The car."
She gazed down at him from the foot of the bed, watching him hungrily. "But I also imagined you sneaking me into this boat that first day. What it would be like to feel your body against mine without our clothes between us. Skipping the cocktail party entirely so I could fuck you." She grabbed the hemline of her cropped jersey, pulling it up over her head without preamble.
Fitz swallowed thickly as his eyes traced her newly exposed skin. Her breasts sat teasingly in her bra, peeking over the top of the cups. He barely had time to process the view before Olivia shifted further, letting the straps of her bra fall down her shoulders. He felt his mouth go dry as he spotted the dark dusting of a barely concealed nipple. Olivia didn't tease him for long. Her arms twisted behind her body before releasing her bra with a gentle snap. The material pooled into the crooks of her elbows before she let it drop to the floor completely. Fitz was now painfully aware of his cock, swollen and needy and pushing incessantly against the buttons of his pants.
Olivia gave him a flirty wink as she turned around, her back now facing him. She let her hair down from its high ponytail and the curls twisted elegantly down her spine. She gave him one more smile over her shoulder before she leaned forward, her hands on her hips, and began shimmying the material of her leather pants down her legs.
Fitz scarcely had time to register that he was correct earlier as he now took in the delectable shape of Olivia's ass, bare before his eyes. She wiggled the material further to her ankles, her ass dancing provocatively in the air as she was almost completely bent over. His limbs felt heavy as she slowly turn around, gracefully stepping out of the tight pants and now entirely naked in front of him.
Fitz was still fully dressed, but Olivia didn't mind as she walked closer to the edge of the bed. This woman — this goddess — so full of confidence and compassion and intelligence, was now crawling over Fitz's body like he was a thing to be worshipped.
"Olivia," Fitz whispered, his eyes eagerly taking in her approaching form. His hands lifted, grabbing the smooth flesh of her hips and pulling her further up the bed. He groaned as she landed softly in his lap, the heat of her pussy pressed against his clothed erection.
"Yes, Fitz?" She rocked gently against him, delighting in how his eyes rolled back at her actions. After a few more thrusts, Fitz stilled her movements by tightening his hands on her waist.
"Tell me what you want." Fitz's eyes scanned her face desperately, seeking out answers. His eyes were darkened, his pupils dilated and large. A flush stained his cheeks and his breath came out in pants.
Olivia leaned forward, ignoring his groan as her movement caused more friction between them, and boldly placed her lips across his. His arms immediately slid from her waist to circle around her back, tugging her closer to his body. He slanted his head to the side, getting a better angle to take in Olivia's mouth. He opened his lips, seeking the softness of her tongue. Olivia's moans were swallowed by Fitz as the two tried their best to consume one another.
After a few moments, Fitz pulled back, mapping a line of kisses down Olivia's neck. He repeated his words from earlier. "Tell me what you want."
"I want —oh—" Olivia's body twitched above him as he began nibbling on her collarbone. "I want so much."
"Tell me." Fitz moved south, his tongue lapping at the skin above her breasts.
"I want to kiss you," Olivia moaned. "I want to feel your mouth on every inch of my body. I want to sit on your face. On your cock."
Fitz groaned around her nipple, feeling his already painful hard-on press further into his pants.
"But right now," Olivia continued, pushing Fitz's head to the side. She began to scoot down his body, her thighs straddling his legs. "I really want to taste you."
Fitz's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Olivia grabbed his erection through his pants, squeezing his cock tightly. "Olivia."
"Yes, Fitz?" She repeated, unbuttoning his pants and watching his cock spring free. Her breath caused it to twitch slightly.
"Please," Fitz begged, eyes locked on Olivia's form hovering above his lap. She smiled happily at him before dropping her head, engulfing his dick entirely in her mouth.
"Jesus," Fitz cursed, his body bending forward slightly as Olivia began bobbing her head. Olivia hummed in response, her moan creating delicious vibrations down the base of his penis. Fitz reached a hand toward her, brushing her curls out of her face so he could watch her expression. He nearly came when she shifted her gaze upward, her eyes locking with his as she sucked his cock all the way down her throat, her nose pressing against his pubic bone.
"Enough," he stuttered, using his hand on her hair to pull her from him. He slid out of her mouth with a pop, a line of spit dangling from the head of his dick to her mouth. "I was promised a meal."
He dragged her up his body, positioning her over his face. Olivia moaned as Fitz pulled her pussy down to his mouth. He licked a long line up her slit before letting his tongue circle her clit in a teasing motion. Olivia's hips bucked and she scrambled to grab purchase of something. Her hands gripped the wood paneling above the bed, her nails digging into the painted white boards. Fitz continued his attack, his hands guiding her hips even closer to his face. His tongue delved deep inside her, feeling a gush of arousal seep out of Olivia as she threw her head back with a deep groan.
"Oh, Fitz," Olivia panted. "Oh, my god."
Her hips snapped forward as Fitz curled his tongue deeper, causing her clit to rub deliciously against his nose. "Fuck."
"Shift forward on your knees," Fitz commanded, his voice slightly muffled by her thighs. He moved her body higher so he could slip one of his hands between their bodies. "I am open to constructive feedback."
"Feedback?" Olivia asked, her curls now damp with sweat and pressed against her brow. Her forehead was flush with the wall behind the bed. "What do—?"
Olivia's question was cut off as her body keened forward, an unbidden moan ripped from her throat. Fitz had inserted a finger inside her dripping cunt as his mouth shifted its focus back to her clit.
"Oh God oh God oh God oh God."
Fitz curled his finger slightly, pressing against the front wall of her pussy.
"There!" Olivia moaned. "Oh God. Don't stop."
Fitz's teeth teeth grazed her clit, mouthing at the tightened bud before lathing his tongue over the sensitive skin. He responded between licks: "Wasn't planning on it."
He continued to work her into a fever, his mouth and fingers working in tandem until Olivia's legs started shaking.
"Oh Fitz…" Olivia's voice was breathy as her body stilled, curled forward above the professor. She crested over the peek with a deep groan, euphoria rushing through her as Fitz lapped up her release. He continued to lick her through her orgasm, delighting in the way she twitched above him.
Olivia, now fully slumped against the wall, felt boneless as Fitz shifted her off his face and onto her side. Fitz rose to his feet, licking the remains of Olivia's orgasm from his hand. "I have to admit, that was better than the other options in the kitchen."
Olivia moaned softly, stretching her body languidly. Fitz drank in the sight of her on display below him. He began to meticulously unbutton his shirt, eyes locked on Olivia's form the entire time. His shirt dropped to the floor. Kicking off his shoes, he took a step closer to the bed. Without any preamble, he pushed his pants and boxers down, stepping out of the material so he was finally as nude as the woman sprawled before him. His cock throbbed in the air, hard and long.
Reaching down, Fitz grabbed Olivia's ankle, tugging her to the side of the bed. Olivia felt her mouth go dry as her eyes hungrily traced Fitz's exposed skin, taking her fill as she took in his tense muscles and weeping cock. Although she had gotten a glimpse of him earlier, it didn't prepare her for the curling thrill of having this man aroused, ready, and fully attentive to her desires. She gave him a shy smile as she hooked her foot around the back of his leg, pushing him closer.
Fitz wasted no time grabbing her thighs, feeling his eyelids go heavy as Olivia provocatively let her legs drop open before him.
"Please," she whispered, her eyes on his. "Stop teasing me."
"Teasing you?" Fitz smirked, shifting his hips forward so the head of his cock brushed against the dripping folds of her pussy. "Darling, I never tease you."
"You've been teasing me all weekend," Olivia groaned, thrusting her hips forward so Fitz's tip slipped inside her. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as Fitz dropped his weight forward, sliding another inch into her cunt. "With the bike ride and on the beach and earlier in the street—"
"That's where you're wrong," Fitz argued. He adjusted Olivia's legs so they were straight up off the side of the bed, resting on his shoulders. He sank deeper into the woman, the new angle causing Olivia to throw her head back with a moan. "Teasing implies that I was trying to get you hot and bothered and then leave you that way."
Fitz pushed his cock all the way to the hilt, grinding his hips forward so his pubic bone brushed against Olivia's swollen clit.
"I never intended to leave you in such a state," Fitz explained through clenched teeth as he began to thrust into Olivia in earnest. He kept his pace slow, watching how her body shuddered with each deep thrust. "I fully planned to finger you on that bike, eat you out on the beach, and fuck you against that car."
Olivia keened beneath him, her body bowing off the bed. Fitz's hands drifted to her breasts, plucking her nipples as he started thrusting faster. His head rolled to the side, mouthing at her ankle draped over her shoulder.
"You—" Olivia's words were cut off as Fitz twisted his hips, hitting a new spot inside her. "You would've done that in public?"
Fitz twisted her nipple again, delighting in how Olivia's pussy began to twitch around him. He picked up his pace again, his words strained. "What could be more arousing than wondering if someone might walk upon us while I have your cunt wrapped around my cock?"
"I'm coming," Olivia moaned, her body going still for a moment before her legs started shaking. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming."
"Well done, Ms. Pope," Fitz bit out, his hips now a blur as he chased his own release. Sweat dripped down his chest. He tightly gripped Olivia's legs and pounded into her with abandonment. He crashed over the euphoric edge with a groan, his body bending forward as his hips finally shuttered to a stop.
Boneless, Fitz slipped out of Olivia, his body collapsing onto the bed as he moved her legs off his shoulders.
"Wow," Olivia whispered, her eyes shut and a content smile on her face. Blindly, she reached out to Fitz, pulling him up beside her. She grabbed the back of his head and placed a warm but chaste kiss on his mouth. "Wow," she repeated.
Fitz chuckled.
"Wow, indeed." He slid out of the bed, tugging his pants back over his legs and offering his shirt to Olivia.
She slipped into the garment gratefully before snuggling down deeper into the bed. She nuzzled into his side, a sleepy smile on her face as his arm draped over her back. "G'night, Fitz."
Fitz placed a gentle kiss on Olivia's brow, feeling his eyes getting drowsy.
"Goodnight, Olivia."
Fitz woke the next day to the sound of the cabin door creaking open. Glaring into the sunlight, he barely had time to crack open an eye to catch Olivia scurrying up the stairs, still donning his shirt from the day before. He stretched his arms above his head, feeling the delicious release of his stiff bones cracking. In the stillness of the boat's cabin, Fitz allowed himself a small smile, replaying the events of the night before in his head.
Schooling his features, he finally rose from the bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He scaled the cabin stairs shirtless. His feet were on autopilot as he wandered inside and made his way to the kitchen. The tantalizing allure of brewed coffee had wafted through the house, beckoning Fitz's weariness like a siren call. Thankfully, the kitchen was nearly empty. Xavier sat at the kitchen island, working a crossword puzzle in the newspaper.
Glancing at the other man, Xavier reached for the pot. "Coffee?"
"Please." Fitz grabbed a mug from the cupboard and slid it across the counter.
Xavier filled the cup to the brim, passing it over as Fitz sat on the stool beside him.
"So," Xavier broke the silence. "Are you a boatsman, professor?"
Fitz took a large sip of his coffee before answering.
"I guess I am."