The moment her warm, wet mouth closes around him, Charlie lets out a loud moan that reverberates around the room, momentarily shocking them both--and, presumably, the person on the other end of the phone, because Charlie's soon choking out some excuse about accidentally stapling his finger.
Olivia takes his shaft in her hands and strokes it, up and down, up and down, slowly taking a little more of his cock into her mouth each time until he's hitting the back of her throat. He's big, almost too big, and thick, too, stretching her mouth, but she's used to his size. She takes it all in stride and starts to move her mouth up and down, fast, fast, faster, all the while lightly playing with his balls.
Charlie's barely holding on now, and Olivia thinks he would've come already if he wasn't still trying to maintain the awkward conversation with whoever he's talking to on the phone. He's mostly nodding, mm-hmming, making non-committal noises, and all the while he's fisting his free hand in her hair, tugging on it for dear life, like he's drowning and it's his only lifeline.
Olivia decides she needs to finish him off, now, before he gets off the phone. She wants to hear him try and reign his orgasm in. So she slides his cock out of her mouth (she hears Charlie gasp loudly above her), slowly, so slowly, and then slides just the head back in. She sucks it loudly, slurping, knowing Charlie loves the noises she makes when she goes down on him; and then, with no warning at all, she takes all of him in again.
"Oh, f--excuse me, ma'am, I have to go," Charlie mutters, slamming the phone down on the receiver. Immediately, he slides his other hand into Olivia's hair, panting and moaning, and pushes her face down. "Fuck, 'Liv, come on, suck me off, finish me off, damnit--"
They move into a frenzy: Olivia, sliding her head up and down Charlie's cock, head bobbing, hands working at his shaft, and all the while rubbing her thighs together because the ache between her legs is almost painful right now and then there's Charlie, trying and failing to keep even a semblance of calm, bucking and moaning.
He comes suddenly, without warning, right down her throat. Olivia would smile if her mouth wasn't so full. This is what she loves most, this right here--the moment when Charlie loses all control, stops caring whether there's someone outside the door or down the hall who's going to see or hear him. He just surrenders completely to the moment.
It's sort of beautiful, actually.
-
When Charlie finally comes down from his high and opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Olivia impatiently sliding her pants and underwear down her legs with one hand. He slides from her mouth with a soft pop; she doesn't really seem to notice, just slips one finger inside of herself, then immediately adds a second, and starts rocking back on them, muttering quiet little obscenities.
And then she feels a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, Liv," Charlie's rough voice murmurs. "Let me take care of that for you."
Re: Fringe, Charlie/Olivia, public sex
Olivia takes his shaft in her hands and strokes it, up and down, up and down, slowly taking a little more of his cock into her mouth each time until he's hitting the back of her throat. He's big, almost too big, and thick, too, stretching her mouth, but she's used to his size. She takes it all in stride and starts to move her mouth up and down, fast, fast, faster, all the while lightly playing with his balls.
Charlie's barely holding on now, and Olivia thinks he would've come already if he wasn't still trying to maintain the awkward conversation with whoever he's talking to on the phone. He's mostly nodding, mm-hmming, making non-committal noises, and all the while he's fisting his free hand in her hair, tugging on it for dear life, like he's drowning and it's his only lifeline.
Olivia decides she needs to finish him off, now, before he gets off the phone. She wants to hear him try and reign his orgasm in. So she slides his cock out of her mouth (she hears Charlie gasp loudly above her), slowly, so slowly, and then slides just the head back in. She sucks it loudly, slurping, knowing Charlie loves the noises she makes when she goes down on him; and then, with no warning at all, she takes all of him in again.
"Oh, f--excuse me, ma'am, I have to go," Charlie mutters, slamming the phone down on the receiver. Immediately, he slides his other hand into Olivia's hair, panting and moaning, and pushes her face down. "Fuck, 'Liv, come on, suck me off, finish me off, damnit--"
They move into a frenzy: Olivia, sliding her head up and down Charlie's cock, head bobbing, hands working at his shaft, and all the while rubbing her thighs together because the ache between her legs is almost painful right now and then there's Charlie, trying and failing to keep even a semblance of calm, bucking and moaning.
He comes suddenly, without warning, right down her throat. Olivia would smile if her mouth wasn't so full. This is what she loves most, this right here--the moment when Charlie loses all control, stops caring whether there's someone outside the door or down the hall who's going to see or hear him. He just surrenders completely to the moment.
It's sort of beautiful, actually.
-
When Charlie finally comes down from his high and opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Olivia impatiently sliding her pants and underwear down her legs with one hand. He slides from her mouth with a soft pop; she doesn't really seem to notice, just slips one finger inside of herself, then immediately adds a second, and starts rocking back on them, muttering quiet little obscenities.
And then she feels a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, Liv," Charlie's rough voice murmurs. "Let me take care of that for you."
Olivia groans.