A/N: according to a few reviews I made a few of you guys slightly uncomfortable with the last chapter. I'd apologize but it is my story and as an author it's my vision that I'm bringing to life. Keeping that in mind it isn't my intent to make Fitz creepy, maybe borderline creepy but then again any dominance/possessiveness is creepy if you really think about it lol.
He never bothered to shut his door all the way or lock it unless he was done for the day. Which is why as soon as he turned on his office lights, he noticed Olivia perched on top of his desk.
This is a surprise, he thought.
"Livvie," he said, smiling at her. "You're here."
"I'm here."
She waited for him to close his door and lock it. He quickly made his way over to her. He couldn't believe that she actually came.
"I thought maybe I had scared you away." Their eyes never left one another. He hoped she knew that he really did want to be with her, not own or try to control her. His brief moment of jealousy was replaying in his mind and made him feel ashamed. What would have happen if he had voiced his thoughts?
He chose not to dwell on the what-ifs.
"It'll take a lot to scare me away," she admitted, somewhat shyly. "From you, at least." She didn't quite know what she wanted from him, just that she wanted him.
He made his way over to her in two quick strides. He threw his things down on the ground. Olivia uncrossed her legs, allowing him to step in between them. He placed his hands on either side of her on the desk. She placed her arms around his neck, kissing him like she had been dying to since that morning. She surprised him by sucking on his tongue. He wrapped one arm around her back, pulling her body into his. He moved his other arm so that he could grab the back of her neck. They were lost in the kiss, in one another.
Olivia reluctantly broke away when she could no longer catch her breath.
"Wow," she said.
He smirked as his eyes traveled from her face down to her chest where he could see her nipples through the fabric of her outfit. "How much time do we have?"
Olivia was about to respond but Fitz was already unzipping the back of her jumpsuit and pulling it off her shoulders. He started placing kisses on her neck, moving down to her shoulders. Olivia's hands were gripping the edge of his desk in anticipation. She'd definitely missed the feeling of his mouth on her.
He pulled her off the desk so he could help her out of her clothes. She was wearing a pair of black, wedge heels. He wanted her to leave those on. Thankfully the pants legs of her jumpsuit were wide enough for her to step through without having to take her heels off. Once she stepped out of her jumpsuit he stood up and picked her up, placing her on his desk.
She only had on her heels and a sexy pair of lace panties.
"You're very beautiful."
Fitz reached up and untied her messy bun, letting her curls fall. He gently laid her back on his desk. She watched as he kissed his way up her legs. Making his way onto his knees, he placed her legs over his shoulders and began to tease her through her panties. She was so wet her essence was soaking through. He let out a low growl as he slid her panties to the side.
Olivia bit her lip as she felt his tongue press against her folds. He took his time licking her up and down, slurping up every drop that had soaked through thus far. She moaned as she felt him press his tongue between her lips. He circled her clit with his tongue but never gave it the full attention that she craved.
"Fitz please," she begged.
He finally sucked her bud into his mouth, fluttering his tongue rapidly. Olivia reached down, intertwining their fingers with one hand and placing the other on his head. She gripped his curls as her body tensed up. He ripped her panties off with his free hand to grant him full access and inserted two fingers into her slick channel. Her back arched as he curled his fingers up, hitting her spot. She had to release his curls and clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming out loud as she came.
He stood up and leaned over her on his desk. His lips brushed against hers as he spoke, "I want you to taste yourself." Then he kissed her.
She was so caught up in him that she forgot all about her class.
Fitz finally broke the kiss, licking his lips. He helped her get off his desk and into her jumpsuit, as she was still a little dazed. After he made sure her clothes were back on properly, he helped her put her hair back up into a messy bun. He loved her curls, but a part of him selfishly wanted them to be for his eyes only.
"You forgot your form when you rushed out of here earlier," he told her.
"I know. That's why I came back. But I also wanted to see you."
"Why do you say that as though it might not be a good thing?"
"I don't know. This is…new, to me. But it excites me—and scares me too." She grabbed the form from his desk and her bag. "But I think we want the same thing."
He picked his things up off the floor, placing them in a chair.
"Well, I'm gonna go turn this in before it's too late," she told him.
"And after that?"
"I missed my last class so..." she admitted, tearing her gaze away from his.
"I can't say that I'm sorry about that." He laughed.
Olivia wasn't surprised. She was hesitant to leave just yet, though. She didn't want to leave his presence.
"What if I wanted you to come home with me? Would you stay the night?"
He didn't know why the idea popped into his head, but it was too late to take back his question.
"I don't th—"
"You think way too much." He walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, loving the way she felt in his arms. "Just say yes. I'll beg if I have to."
"Fine. I'll go home with you, but I can't stay the night."
He quickly agreed. He'd take any time with her that he could get. She told him she'd be right back after she dropped of the form. He watched her walk out of his office before sitting down in his chair.
When they got to Fitz's place he gave her a tour since they were a little too preoccupied the last time she was there. He had just finished showing her his office and they were walking back to the living room.
"You have a lot of pictures of your family."
"Yes, and?"
"I don't know. It just seems like family is a big thing to you. Yet, you're not married. Have you ever been married?"
"No," he answered. He was still standing, while she was seated on his couch. "I'd like to be, one day."
She looked at him. Could they ever get married? She never pictured herself as a wife. Granted she was young, but she just didn't see it happening.
"I'm surprised you aren't already. I mean, you're—you're uh, very attractive." Olivia was starting to blush.
He thought she was cute when she blushed.
"Thank you," he said. "Are you hungry? I can cook us something to eat for dinner. It'll be an early dinner, though."
She told him she wasn't hungry. She'd rather they sit and talk. She was now curious about the man who seemed to be so drawn to her, whose possessive side she awakened. So they talked. She asked whatever question came to mind. Fitz didn't seem to mind. In fact, he liked the fact that she was so interested in who he was. They talked about his family; his mother and father lived in Vermont, which is where he was from, and his younger brother, Michael. They talked about where he went to college and he told her a few stories about his days as a frat guy.
While they were talking he had joined her on the sofa and encouraged her to get comfortable. She slipped off her shoes and let her hair back down.
"So I guess that's why you aren't married, huh? Seeing as how you were such a ladies' man in college."
"Not really. Those years taught me what I do and don't want. I want someone who's for me and me alone, I don't want someone who's for everybody."
When he said things like that Olivia wanted to let him have his way with her. Maybe that's what drew her to him, his decisiveness. He was so sure of what he wanted. But she, on the other hand, was not.
"I've never been to Vermont before, but I've always wanted to go," Olivia said, randomly changing the subject.
"Really? Maybe I can take you one day. You haven't had jam until you've had it from Vermont."
"I've always wanted to learn how to make jam. It seems so…normal. You know?"
"Well they offer classes in Vermont for anyone who wants to learn."
He was staring intensely at her. "What?" She asked.
"Nothing, its… nothing."
"Tell me. Please?"
"I could see us in Vermont, and you making jam. It's weird, because I've never been this attracted to someone before."
Olivia started blushing again and he couldn't resist any longer. He grabbed her face, pulling her in for a kiss.
"I don't know why I can't get enough of you," he said, as he slightly pulled away afterwards. He wrapped one arm around her as they continued talking. They didn't realize how many hours had passed until Olivia's phone started ringing and she saw that it was Abby. They always checked in on one another if they stayed out late. Olivia knew since it was a weekday Abby was probably worried because they tried not to stay out too late knowing they had classes the next day.
Fitz motioned to Liv that he was going upstairs quickly while she answered her phone. She told Abby that she was fine and at Fitz's house, which of course prompted a few questions. But Liv didn't answer them and rushed Abby off the phone, assuring her she'd be home within an hour.
As she put her phone away she wondered what Fitz was doing upstairs. Curiosity got the best of her so she made her way upstairs. She stopped just outside of his door. He was in the process of changing his clothes. Olivia looked on longingly, admiring the muscles flexing in his back as he put on a shirt. His pants were undone and hanging low on his hips. She could see the band of his boxers. Calvin Klein. They should definitely pay him to model for them.
As Fitz pulled down his shirt, he suddenly sensed Liv's presence. He paused for a minute wondering if she was going to come into his bedroom.
"Are you gonna stay out there and spy on me or are you gonna come in?" he asked. He turned to face her.
Olivia cleared her throat as she walked into his room. "I, um—I was just wondering what was taking you so long to come back."
Fitz walked over to her. He watched as she tried to look him in the eyes, but couldn't. Olivia was too busy eyeing his open pants.
"See something you like?" he asked. When she didn't respond, he grabbed one of her hands. She was mesmerized as he slowly placed her hand in the opening of his pants, on top of his manhood. "Like this."
Olivia bit her lip. She suddenly felt a little bold. Her eyes came up to meet his as she slowly released him from his boxers. Fitz felt his ears grow hot as they turned bright red. His jaw clenched. Olivia expected him to continue his control over her movements, but he released his hold on her instead.
As hard as it was for him to tell her to stop, he knew he had to. The selfish part of him wanted to have his way with her until it was time for him to go to work tomorrow and she couldn't walk without a cane, but he knew he shouldn't. Her strokes were making it hard for him to think, let alone reason with himself.
"Liv, I need you to…sss—stop." His eyes were closed at this point.
She ignored him, spurred on by his reaction to her ministrations. She increased her speed and tightened her grip slightly. Apparently he liked what she was doing because he stopped talking. His breathing sped up. Then he stepped back forcing her to release him.
He took a few minutes to compose himself before opening his eyes. "You're mine, which means you cum when I say you do. But," he paused. "I don't cum until you do."