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."
Olivia gasped at his words, biting her bottom lip. She would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't affected by his words. "I thought you were taking me home," she whispered. Her eyes were glued to his face. He smirked.
"I was, but now I'm not." He stepped closer to her again. He wrapped one arm around her waist so she couldn't step away from him. "I asked you to stay the night with me. Well now I'm telling you."
"But—" He interrupted her protest. "But nothing," he said. Keeping his arm around her waist, he walked them backwards, only stopping once the back of his legs hit his bed. He turned them around so that he could gently push her down onto his bed. As soon as her back hits the mattress she props herself up on her elbows. Fitz takes off his t-shirt before pushing his pants down, stepping out of them. He crawled onto the bed, straddling Liv's legs. He cupped the back of her neck, pulling her body up. She closed her eyes, aching for him to kiss her. Instead, he reached behind her and unzipped her jumpsuit. Her eyes opened as he slid it off her shoulders. He almost forgot what he was doing when he saw her breasts, her nipples were already hard.
"Tell me you'll stay," he commanded softly. His eyes were locked on hers. He could see the indecision in her eyes. "I don't want you to go, yet." He lowered his head, eyes still locked with hers, until he was level with her chest. They never looked away from one another as he teased her left nipple with his tongue. Olivia brought one hand up, grasping a fistful of his curls. He groaned at the slight pain before turning his attention to her right nipple.
Olivia was lost in the sensations his tongue brought on her body. He was definitely very skilled when it came to seduction. Is this what it would be like with him, all the time? The thought made her shudder with desire. As if she weren't turned on enough.
Slowly, Fitz made his way down her stomach, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses. He moved off the bed to help her take her jumpsuit the rest of the way off. He took off her heels next. Crawling back up her body, he licked her around her right pelvic bone, dragging his lips lightly to the left side, he licked her again. Her stomach muscles contracted.
Fitz used his teeth to rip her panties off. Looks like she wouldn't be going home after all. He raised his head, panties still dangling between his teeth, as he looked at her. Olivia leaned forward, clamping her teeth on the part of her panties that weren't in Fitz's mouth. His mouth fell open in surprise, releasing her panties. Turning her head to the side, she allowed her panties to fall next to them on the bed.
Fitz quickly rid himself of his boxers. Before he could rejoin Liv on the bed, they heard her phone start ringing again from the pocket of her jumpsuit.
"Ignore it," Fitz said. Olivia just nodded. She'd deal with whoever it was later. She only had one thing on her mind right now and it started with or- and ended in -gasm, two or three of them if she had her way.
Brazenly, she pulled Fitz down on top of her, opening her legs wide. He didn't waste any time, pushing into her wet channel. All of his weight was on his fists, on either side of Liv's body. She gasped at the feeling of him, eyes closed, head thrown back. He didn't move until she opened her eyes and looked at him trying to figure out why he was so still. Like long time lovers, their bodies automatically fell into a familiar rhythm. They met one another thrust for thrust, almost like they were competing to see who would lose all control first.
Fitz lowered himself onto his elbows so that they were chest to chest. He cradled her head in his large hands. Her face was flushed. He smiled, although it was strained. The way she felt wrapped around him should be illegal. Suddenly, he flipped them so that she was on top.
Olivia wasn't used to being able to have control during sex, not with Fitz. She relished the opportunity to set the pace, make him cum when she felt he should. But she should've known better than to think Fitz would really give her that kind of control. His thrusts were harder, deeper, from this position and she soon lost it. Eyes screwed shut, biting her bottom lip, hands clutching the sheets. As her body shook, Fitz let go inside of her, moaning her name. She would've smiled if she weren't so damn exhausted.
Fitz pulled her down on his chest and maneuvered their bodies so that they were comfortably under the covers.
"That was fun," he managed to get out.
"Mmm."
Maybe it was the fact that they talked and he let her know things about him, but this time felt different to her. Every time with him was unbelievable, but… She didn't think too much longer about it because she was knocked out in a matter of seconds.
When Olivia woke up the next day, her phone was ringing. She groaned. "Abby, can you get that?"
"I don't think Abby can get that seeing as it's probably her calling again for the hundredth time," Fitz said.
Olivia jumped up, tripping as she tried to get out of bed and keep the sheets wrapped around her body. In doing so, Fitz was left naked on the bed.
"Hello," Olivia answered, breathlessly. She nervously glanced back at Fitz who was watching her intently.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry that I made you stay up all night and worry about me… Yes I know—okay don't be ridiculous. You know I was in good um, hands." Olivia blushed. "I'll see you later today….Yes I promise, this time." Olivia hung up the phone.
Olivia tried to search for her panties before realizing they were ruined last night. She blushed again. She quickly put on her jumpsuit, causing Fitz to jump out of bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Fitz, I have classes today. I can't just skip them and stay in bed with you all day, as tempting as that sounds. It would be irresponsible. Plus you have classes to teach."
She was right. But for a second, Fitz wanted to forget about their obligations. He wanted to spend an entire day with her, doing nothing. They could talk, have sex, hangout, whatever they wanted to do.
"How do you know I have classes to teach?," he asked, finding some boxers to put on and a t-shirt. "How do you know I don't have MWF classes only?"
Olivia stood there with a "busted" look on her face. "I might have asked around," she admitted shyly.
He smirked at her. He was pleased that she had asked around. It let him know that on some level, she was truly interested in him. This was good, that meant he was making progress. "I'm glad I could convince you to stay with me last night, he said, glancing at Olivia. "I'll get dressed quickly then take you back to your place so you can get ready and go to class."
"Thanks," she said.
"And then later today I'll come back and get you. We can go to dinner or something."
Olivia just looked at him. He wasn't kidding when he said he wants me, she thought. "Or," she paused. "We can just leave from campus. I could be in your office again." Their eyes locked in a smoldering gaze. They were both remembering what happened yesterday.
"Okay," he readily agreed.
Olivia walked into her apartment, hoping that Abby had already left for her classes. She had. Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. This meant she could delay Abby's second round of 20 Questions.
Olivia went to pick out her clothes before her shower. She didn't know what to wear. Since they were going to dinner, she wanted to look nice, but her feet were kind of sore from being in her heels all day yesterday. She'd have to suck it up though. She didn't want to wear anything too tight either since she'd be wearing it to class. But she really wanted to wear her new black dress. Fitz seemed to like her in black, and every woman knows that black accentuates your curves. She decided to put her dress and heels in a bag. She could change in his office later. This way she could wear something casual to her classes today.
She had just gotten out of the shower and was about to put on some clothes when she heard Abby walk into the apartment.
Five, four, three, two…one, she counted in her head. Like clockwork, Abby came barging into her room. Abby really didn't know anything about boundaries, it seemed.
"Look who's finally here," Abby said, teasing Olivia. "I thought I was going to have to send out a search and rescue team."
"You knew exactly where I was, Abby," Olivia said.
"That doesn't matter. I was still worried. I thought maybe you guys had gotten into an accident or something. Meanwhile, you were over there getting screwed in positions Cosmopolitan probably doesn't even know about."
Olivia blushed.
"I won't pry this time," Abby assured her.
"Oh no. Now I need to send out a search and rescue for my dear friend Abby, because clearly you are an imposter. The Abby I know wouldn't hesitate to pry."
"True. But the Abby you know also knows when her friend is in good hands. Like I said, I was just worried. Next time, just shoot me a text. I turned down David last night because I was busy trying to reach you. Do you know how rare that is? Me, turning down sex."
Olivia realized then that Abby was truly worried about her. "I'm sorry," Olivia apologized. "I just got caught up in the moment." Olivia gave Abby a knowing smile.
"We're going to dinner tonight," Olivia said.
"What's the special occasion?"
"Um, great sex?" Olivia joked.
Abby laughed. She told Olivia she'd see her around, she had some homework to do before her next class. Olivia nodded as she finished getting dressed.
Olivia had a hard time concentrating in her classes. Her thoughts were on Fitz. He was so…intense. Maybe it was because of his age; men like him knew what they wanted out of life. Did he really have feelings for her? Did she even have to ask herself that? He was basically putting his job on the line, to be with her. She was glad he convinced her to drop his class. Olivia bit her lip as she thought about their conversation yesterday; his family seemed nice. She wondered if she'd ever meet them. Would he meet hers? Would they like him? They hadn't liked Jake. She shook her head. Now wasn't the time to think about him.
As soon as Olivia was done with her last class she debated whether to go to Fitz's office and change her clothes. Or should she do it somewhere else, in case someone was to walk in. She couldn't explain why she, a student, was naked in a professor's office.
She quickly dismissed that train of thought. They weren't doing anything wrong, technically. They were both consenting adults, and she had dropped his class yesterday. She wasn't going to overthink things. She wanted him, he wanted her. It was simple.