A Woman Undone: Part 4/?
This is the fourth part of "A Woman Undone" by whatisayouth and liketehweather. For those who have been reading, remember that Olivia is remembering how she and Alex first met. Enjoy. It's VERY smutty.
Rating: NC-17
Part 4
The two of them sat there in silence for a few moments until Olivia said, “Wanna get outta here?”
The two of them left...
The cold city air drew them closer to each other as Olivia hailed a cab outside of the club. As a taxi pulled up, the detective opened the door for Alex, who leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I see chivalry is not dead in this city after all.”
The warmth of Alex’s breath along with the slight touch of their bodies sent a pulse through Olivia, and already she could feel the moistness between her legs.
Alex slid across the seat, leaving just enough room so that Olivia would have to be touching her when she sat down. She left it up to Olivia to tell the cabdriver their destination. She rambled off some address, which Alex assumed was her apartment.
“We’re being very presumptuous tonight, aren’t we?” Alex asked.
Without saying a word, Olivia brushed her fingers slowly along Alex’s right thigh. The touch sent lustful shivers through Alex’s body and slightly parted her legs for the detective. Alex let out a soft moan, prompting Olivia to say, “I don’t think that’s a complaint.” When Alex only moaned some more, Olivia took that as a license to kill.
Olivia’s fingers continued their slow torment on Alex’s thigh, creeping further up and further in. As she did so, Alex discreetly pulled her skirt up just enough so that Olivia could have easier access. The cabdriver pretended not to notice the sounds of heavy breathing in the backseat, the quiet shuffling around, the whispers. He pretended not to notice the determined look on the detective’s face as she awkwardly bent her arm just beneath eye’s view. Alex’s legs were even further spread apart. Her head was back against the seat, her lips slightly parted, her eyelids fluttering. Olivia leaned over and whispered something in Alex’s ear, to which the cabdriver heard the blonde exhale with a long, “Yesss.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, if not to get a better view, while Olivia’s tongue traced small circles on the spot just below Alex’s ear. Alex gripped the handle on the door with one hand and Olivia’s thigh with the other, using both as leverage to move herself even closer.
Olivia softly laughed into Alex’s ear, knowing and identifying with the torment of waiting for something more. She made it even worse by reaching up and tracing the blonde’s nipple over her blouse, feeling it become hard under her touch. Olivia then took Alex’s nipple between her fingers and pinched it softly, eliciting a gasp from the woman’s lips. With Alex’s skirt even further up her thighs, Olivia reached between her legs and pressed her palm hard against the moistness there. Just as Olivia was about to let go, Alex grabbed her by the wrist and held her there, grinding against her hand. Just as she was so close to cumming, Olivia forcefully extricated herself from her tight grasp when she realized they had arrived at their destination.
As the car braked to a stop and as Olivia pulled away, Alex had the feeling of being jolted awake from a dream. She clumsily pulled her skirt back down as she stepped out of the cab and walked up the steps to the entrance of the building. Olivia literally threw the money at the cabdriver, who gave her a creepy wink, as she followed Alex up the steps. Unlocking the door to the complex, Olivia grabbed Alex by the wrist and dragged her to the elevator. It was there that Alex turned the tables.
Grabbing her by the collar of her leather jacket, Alex slammed Olivia against the elevator wall. Olivia used this moment to touch all she could of the sensuous body in front of her until Alex reached down and captured both of her hands in her own, and pinned them above Olivia’s head. Alex was no match for Olivia’s strength. She could have broken free at any moment. They both knew this. But feigning weakness was part of the game. As was teasing your victim. With Olivia “helpless” against her, Alex began her own torment on the detective - payback for the cab ride. She kissed her neck, scraping her teeth across the exposed skin, biting down on her collarbone. She left a trail of kisses up to Olivia’s ear and down her jaw, leading to her sensuous lips. The brunette was almost panting, and she begged with every noise she made. But Alex wouldn’t give in. With their faces only inches apart and their mouths even closer, Alex refused to kiss her, teasing her instead with licking her own lips. Olivia couldn’t stand it any longer. She pulled away from Alex’s grip and pushed her across the elevator to the opposite wall. Just as she grabbed Alex’s face in her hands, the elevator dinged. The noise distracted the detective just enough for Alex to evade her and exit onto the floor.
Olivia groaned in frustration as she exited the elevator and led the way to her front door. She fumbled for her keys as Alex reached between her legs from behind her. Miraculously, she was able to unlock the door, and Alex followed her inside. In the darkness of the apartment, neither wasted time playing games or teasing the other. The sounds inside were loud enough to drown out the street noise below: the heavy breathing, the sucking, the sound of their mouths colliding, the sound of shirts being yanked and untucked, the sound of Olivia’s belt buckle being frantically undone, the sound of Olivia fumbling with Alex’s skirt, the sound of Olivia’s gun and holster hitting the hardwood floor…the sound of a shrill telephone ring.
“Fuck!” Olivia cursed.
Alex grabbed her cell phone buried in the clothes on the ground while Olivia turned on a light.
“Hello?” Alex said trying to sound not so out of breath. Olivia crept up behind her and began to kiss her neck.
“You’re going to be home in thirty minutes…Ok, I’m just finishing up. I’ll see you soon. Love you. Bye.”
Olivia wrapped one arm around Alex’s waist. She grabbed the cell phone from her hand and tossed it on the floor. Alex spun around to face the detective, giving her a look that implied one of two things: “We shouldn’t do this” or “We should definitely do this, but fast”. Olivia opted for the latter. She wasted no time in pulling Alex’s skirt above her ass while Alex quickly undid Olivia’s pants. Olivia tumbled on top of Alex onto the couch.
“You have to be quick,” Alex panted.
Olivia didn’t respond; she only pushed into Alex with two fingers, sliding deep through the moistness. Alex screamed in pleasure and almost lost all composure. She’d never felt anything like this before. The way the detective stroked inside of her with her expert fingers, deep and hard, and most importantly…fast. Alex reached down between them and shoved her hand down Olivia’s pants to satisfy the ache that had grown between Olivia’s legs. With every thrust that Olivia made, Alex matched her. Both were fucking each other fast and aggressively, riding each other’s hands and breathing so loudly. Faster. Faster. Faster. Alex screamed when her orgasm hit her. Her whole body shook as her pussy pulsated from the intensity of it all. Olivia came right after. In a throbbing, sweaty mess, she collapsed onto Alex who had yet to catch her breath.
Without time to recuperate, Alex fumbled for her clothes and got dressed in a frenzy, Olivia still laying on the couch, hair messed and pants undone. Alex scribbled her number on the pad by the phone.
“I’ll see you later?” Olivia asked hopefully.
“Definitely,” was all Alex said before she shut the door behind her……