Kindling

Chapter 3

She struggled to put her key in the door, fumbling with the wad of keychains and keys in her hand. "Dammit El, I can't focus" Her mind had gone numb, the second they reached her door and he wound both his hands under her shirt, cupping her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her hardened nipples. "Elliott" She cursed as he bit down into her neck then ran his tongue over the area, soothing the skin as he went.

Suddenly, she dropped her hands entirely, her keys falling to her side. She pressed her forehead onto the door, her breathing once again becoming labored.

As she tried to recover from his suddenly onslaught, he reached down to grasp her wrist, bringing the keys up to the door and unlocking it.

Once inside, he turned his attention toward her once again. The combination of the alcohol, the teasing, the flirting during work, the jokes the squad made about them sleeping together...fuck it, at this point he stopped thinking and was solely focused on getting her undressed. He slammed the door shut then twisted Olivia's body against him, pushing her against the back of the door. He widened his stance and she easily fit between the crus of his legs. She was meant to be there. She fit perfect against him and as he slid his hands under her shirt, across the smooth expansion of her back, she began to grind against his erection.

For Elliot, Olivia belonged to the world in every other way but tonight, tonight she was his. He wouldn't think about the consequences of this night, of their work relationship because the second he saw her breasts spilling out of her black lace bra when she stripped her shirt off, he was done. His world was dissolving because fuck she is built for sex. Her hips hold lush curves and her breasts strain the material of her bra and he will never, ever get enough of this woman.

She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall away from her. Her breasts are perfect and golden and he reaches out and cups them, feeling their weight in his palms. He can't believe it took him 7 years for him to see her topless. He never wants to see her with a shirt on again.

His mouth goes to her nipple and he is sucking, stroking, nipping at her and she is arching her back into him. She knows she will be raw and tender tomorrow. Her bra will sting when she puts it back on because his mouth and his stubble are drinking her in like her body will give him life. She lets him continue anyway.

His hands reach for the button of her jeans as she reached for the edge of his shirt. But she is quicker and she is pulling it over his head before he can get her out of her pants. Her arms lock under his and she is pulling him against him. She exhales hard against him as her nipples finally make contact with his bare chest. She is done playing and frantically, she strips her off her jeans and black thong.

When he finally, finally gets to look at her, she is bare and perfect and glistening wet for him. He can't help it, he can't resist...he drops to his knees and pushes her thighs apart with his fingers. He is diving his tongue into her wetness. And she is sweet and warm and feels like silk against his tongue. Her hands are in his hair and she is pulling him closer into her until his tongue penetrates her and she almost explodes for a second time that night. He is lapping her juices and isn't planning on stopping until he has her spilling into his mouth.

But suddenly she is pulling him up, crawling at his shoulders because she can't take anymore. Her knees feel like jello and the blood is pounding in her ears, but she needs more than his tongue and his fingers. Olivia grabs at his belt but she can't get her fingers to work. He is hard, so fucking hard against the material and she can see the monument in his jeans. He wraps his fingers around her tiny wrists and drops both her arms to her sides, stopping her. She stares wide-eyed as his pants and boxers drop before her. And sonofabitch, he is thick and for a split second she wonders how he will even fit inside of her.

Before her thoughts go any further, his tongue is back in her mouth and his teeth are colliding with hers. He is ushering her to the bedroom and she easily follows.

Before they reach the bedroom, he bends down and grabs his discarded jeans. She sees him reaching in the pocket and her hand grabs his wrist, stopping him. "It's fine, we're covered." He raises an eyebrow at her, but she puts a finger to his lips, outlining them slowly. "I want you to come inside of me," her husky voice purrs at him. Then, quickly, unexpectedly, she spins on her heels and heads straight for the bedroom. Her naked form, her dips and curves and honey skin taunting him as she walks away.

He swears under his breath. This woman will be the death of him.

TBC.