Kindling

Chapter 2

She hadn't stopped kissing his neck since they got into the cab.

"My place or yours?" She murmured against his skin.

"Whatever is closer." He was growing impatient. Well, his dick was growing impatient. He was painful hard against his jeans and with her nipping at his jaw, her hands running along his thighs, it was hard for him to not lose control in the back of a dirty NYC cab.

She moved down to his collarbone and bit into the skin there. "My place then."

He was going to be in her bed. He was going to have Olivia Benson naked. In bed. With him. He needed to take back control of the situation before he came in his pants.

He grabbed her chin away from his neck, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Her breathing hitched when he slid a hand between her legs. He could feel her wetness even through her jeans. When his fingers pushed hard into her, she jolted against him. Her hand flew to his thigh, grasping at his jeans, her knuckles turning white as she threw her head back into the faux leather seat of the cab, squeezing her eyes shut. He watched her face twist in ecstasy as he rubbed against her jeans again. A shutter torn through her and she clenched her thighs together, trapping his hand against her core. He continued to press against her, barely feeling the outline of where he could easily sink into her if she was naked. He moved up, searching for her clit. He knew he'd struck gold when she nearly jumped off at seat, her face darkening a deep shade of red. He moved to nibble her ear, his husky voice dropping an octave, "God you're beautiful Liv. So fucking sexy. I want to have my mouth. I want to taste you as you cum." His words ripped through her like wildfire, every nerve ending on edge, fueling her desire for him.

When her breathing began to come in pants, she started to beg, "Please. Elliot. Don't...Don't stop...I'm close."

He quickly covered her mouth with his own, muffling her screams as she came hard. She bucked up into his hand. She bit into his bottom lip, drawing blood. He knew the image of her cumming against his hand would be permanently etched in his brain. How he was even supposed to get through another day of work without bending her over an interrogation room table and doing her in front of the squad was beyond him.

They stumbled their way to the elevator of her building. Hands and lips still touching, grasping; desperate not to lose contact if even for a second. When the elevator doors closed she was immediately on him, pushing him hard against the back on the elevator. She ground her hips into him, feeling him....

Whatever work he had done in the cab was negated because she was dripping wet for him again. This time grinding up against him wasn't enough. She needed to feel him inside of her, clench around his cock as he thrust deep. She wanted to scratch and bite and claw then blush tomorrow when he tried to cover the marks.

His fingers trailed down her breasts, over her nipples, down to her hips. His nails dug into any exposed skin and he used the grip to take back control until her back was against the wall. Her legs instantly wrapped around him and God could she feel him. Strong and big and so fucking hard. Oh God was he hard and his dick was an iron rod against her core. As his tongue continued to fuck her mouth, she reached for his belt. She didn't care that she was in her elevator, she didn't even care that there were security cameras. She pulled the belt from a loop, but he grabbed her wrists..."Not here" he growled in her ear. "When I fuck you, I want you naked. In bed. Beneath me."

She snaked out of his grasp just as the elevator reached the top floor.

TBC