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It was only going to be a matter of time before one of them got a call.
Not surprisingly, it was Olivia.
They’d just gotten into his car when her phone alerted.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You know the way.”
Elliot gave her a look as if to say he could never forget.
He pulled up a block from the station and parked the car.
They both stayed silent for a moment, perhaps grieving the night they’d both been looking forward to.
“I had fun tonight,” Elliot said with a smile he couldn’t even attempt to hide.
“Me too,” Olivia offered, her smile matching his.
“You know,” Elliot said as he shifted towards her, “I kind of like jealous Benson.”
Olivia looked at him for a second before responding.
“Jealous?”
“You know,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders and looking away for a moment, “with that woman at the bar.”
Olivia let out a small laugh.
“That wasn’t jealousy Elliot.”
“Sure looked like it to me,” he teased.
“I thought I already told you, I protect what’s mine.”
“And that’s not jealousy?”
“No Elliot, that’s dominance.”
His eyes flicked up to meet hers and she saw him tighten his grip on the steering wheel.
They stared into each other’s eyes for much longer than needed, having their own little game of chicken. Elliot Stabler knew many things, and the strength of his partner was at the top of the list, but he’d never assumed her to be dominant in a sexual context. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but it seemed his lower half did.
“Get in the back seat.”
He laughed.
“I’m not going to tell you twice,” Olivia said as she exited the passenger door and entered the backseat of his SUV.
“Liv, we’re right next to the station.”
“Last chance,” Olivia responded in a sing-song voice as she removed her blazer.
Elliot wasn’t sure his legs had moved that fast in years. He joined her in the backseat and instantly appreciated the protection of the tinted glass. Before he could turn to her, she was straddling his lap. His hands went instinctively to her hips and he gripped her tightly.
“El,” Olivia said as she ran her fingernails across his neck. “Jealously isn’t my thing.” She leaned forward and gave him the softest, most gentle peck on the lips he’d ever felt. “Especially when I know just how badly you want this.” Her hips surged forward and a rush of air left his lungs. “You do want this, don’t you?”
“You know I do Liv,” Elliot responded through clenched teeth.
“So, this part?” She asked, running her fingers along her bottom lip.
He nodded.
“And, this part?” She said, flipping her hair back to expose her neck.
Unable to resist he leaned forward and pulled her skin against his tongue. When he was done, he sat back and saw a bright pink mark that made him much more satisfied than it had a right to.
“How about these?”
Elliot felt his heart stop as Olivia grabbed for her v-neck top and bra, pulling the front down, her gorgeous breasts falling out in front of him.
“Please.” He begged, moving his mouth towards her.
“Again.”
“Please Liv, just a little,” he wined.
She smiled with satisfaction as she brought her left nipple to his lips. His mouth wrapped around her and sucked gently. Elliot felt her hips start to move across his lap, which pushed his fingertips into her hips even harder.
“So needy aren’t we?” Olivia teased as Elliot continued to lick and suck at her nipple. She reached down and found his lap with her right hand, seeking out his crotch. When she found him, hard and straining, she let out a little gasp of her own.
“Ah yes, this, this right here,” she said, squeezing him in her palm, “this tells me all I need to know. Show me how hard you are for me, Elliot.”
He knew not to argue. As soon as Olivia scooted back to give him room, he was undoing his belt and grasping for his erection. When he finally popped out of his pants, he fisted himself proudly.
“So ready for me,” Olivia praised as she brought her hand around his, mimicking his motions.
“Liv,” Elliot said, his voice still strained.
“I think I need a bit of that before I have to work the rest of the night, do you mind?”
Elliot’s eyes widened as he watched Olivia rise on her knees and unbutton her pants. They were tossed to the side before he’d even registered she was taking them off. She moved, fully naked from the waist down, hovering above him.
“So, do you mind?”
“You can have whatever you want Olivia.”
The deepness in his voice sent a jolt up her spine and without warning she brought her body down onto him.
“Jesus Christ!” Elliot shouted.
Olivia began riding him quickly, rubbing her clit against his groin and grabbing onto the tops of the seatbacks for support.
“You’re so hard for me Elliot, just for me,” Olivia gasped, riding him even harder now.
Elliot held her tight and leaned into her chest, burying his face into her breasts.
“Just for you Liv, it’s all for you. Fuck you feel so good.”
Her phone chirped and she paused, looking him in the eyes.
“I have to go, but I’m going to come first. You will not come, do you understand me?”
“Liv I don’t know if I can stop…”
“Elliot, what did I just say? You will NOT come.”
“You just feel so good.”
“Damn right, I do.” She said, almost hitting her head on the roof of the car.
“Liv, please, I need…”
“Shh baby, just let me come, if you do a good job I’ll come over in the morning and let you come wherever you want, but you need to behave and not make a mess of me right now.”
“Fuck!”
“Who’s jealous El, hmm? Am I jealous of other women?”
“No,” he cried out, biting down on his lip in an attempt to hold himself back.
“And why is that?”
Elliot let out a small gasp.
“Tell me.”
“Because…” his voice was caught somewhere behind his throat. “Because I fucking worship you, Olivia.”
She tossed her head back and he felt her closing and spasiming around him.
“Yes! Yes, Elliot! Fuck me!”
He felt her come apart around him and his vision went blurry.
“Liv, please,” he gasped.
“Oh no, be good Elliot, you promised.” Olivia’s voice was small as she rode out the final little shocks of her orgasm, loving the sound of their bodies coming together in the small space.
After a few more seconds, she moved off of him and climbed over to the other side of the backseat. After a few deep breaths, she began putting herself back together.
Elliot stayed still, his erection still angry, with his head leaned back. Then, he sensed her next to him, close to his ear.
“Mmm, that felt so good. You did so good for me Elliot.” Her hand found his shaft and played with it gently. “Remember, no touching. Not even a bit. And if you behave, you can come in the morning.”
He didn’t respond right away.
“Elliot?”
He opened his eyes and she saw frustration, awe, and passion all rolled up into his expression.
“Okay?”
He nodded gently.
Olivia leaned forward and kissed him again, this time with tongue. He moaned into her mouth and hoped she’d change her mind.
“Remember Elliot,” Olivia said, pulling away so that she could lean down to kiss his chest. “No touching and you can have a reward.” Her mouth found his penis, and she gently licked and sucked.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Mine.” Olivia offered with a small kiss to his tip.
“Yours.”
