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“Detective Stabler,” Elliot answered his cell, not paying attention to who was calling.
“Hello Detective Stabler,” the voice on the other line stated. “I have some Captain’s orders here for you.”
“Oh yeah,” he grinned, sitting back on the bed in his hotel room, “and just what might those orders be?”
“Get naked.”
“Hmm,” Elliot chuckled. “I’m not sure my wife would like that too much, Captain.”
“Ya know, I thought you might say that, so…” He heard her trying to keep her composure on the other end. “I made sure to ask her, and she said you need to obey the Captain’s orders.”
“Well, I guess if they’re direct orders from a Captain, and you ran them by my wife, I have no other choice.”
“That’s correct. So strip Stabler.” The voice commanded.
Elliot grabbed his phone and hit the FaceTime button. Liv took no time to answer, and Elliot could see she was already naked. “Well well well, it looks like someone was already prepared for this call.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “That makes one of us.” She took in his appearance. “I thought I told you to strip, Stabler.”
“Yes, Captain.” Elliot propped his phone up so she could get a show. He stood where she could see him, and started getting undressed slowly, peeling off his t-shirt before unbuttoning his jeans.
Elliot heard a buzzing coming from Olivia’s end. “Elliot I don’t need a fucking show. If you don’t fucking hurry up, I will start without you.”
Elliot wasted no time finishing getting undressed. He grabbed a plastic bag and grabbed the lube out before getting on the bed. “And just who did you buy that for?” Olivia quirked her eyebrow.
Elliot unscrewed the top of the bottle, peeling off the protective seal before screwing the cap back on. He adjusted his phone again, making sure she had a good angle of him, and could he his raging hard cock.
“Elliot, I asked you a question.” Her voice was stern, demanding an answer.
“I bought it for myself Liv.” He scoffed rolling his eyes. “I accidentally left mine at home.” He opened the cap, getting ready to squirt some into his hand. “Check the side table drawer if you want.” He watched as she did, rolling his eyes again, but also hurt that she didn’t seem to trust him. “Really Liv, you think I would fuck around on you? Sleep with someone else when I have you at home? My wife. The person I have wanted since the moment we met.”
“Don’t hotels have lotion?” She avoided answering the question, feeling guilty that she had actually questioned him.
“I’m not a god damn teenager trying to ‘hide’ the fact that I masturbate from my parents, Liv.” He grumbled, his mood nearly ruined. “If I wanna jerk off, I’m gonna go buy lube from a corner store and use it like a fucking adult.” He realized his voice started getting raised towards the end, and he breathed out. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, hoping the tone in his voice conveyed his sincerity. “I just…” he let out a deep breath. “You didn’t answer the question.”
“I know,” her voice came through the phone shyly. “I’m sorry. I just keep waiting for this to go bad.” She said softly. “I know you’re better than that, and you would never cheat, or do anything that would ruin us.” She sniffled. “I just don’t know why you would choose me.”
The telltale burning of his nostrils, and the lump rising in his throat making it nearly impossible to swallow crept in on him. He knew he was experiencing what she was feeling. It was part of the connection they had. They were finely attuned to each other’s emotions and senses that they could feel what each other felt no matter where they were.
“Hey,” hoping the softness in his voice would catch her attention, grateful when it seemed to have worked. “I chose you because I love you, okay? Only you. That’s why I married you.” He breathed out, as the burning started to dissipate and the lump in his throat subsided. “Partners for life, remember?”
Olivia nodded, and he smiled as he felt her mood lighten. “Now, I know you didn’t just call to tell me to strip, Captain.” He grinned into the camera, and he felt his heart leap as he got a smile from her. “What other orders do you have for me, Captain Benson?”
“That’s Captain Benson-Stabler to you, Detective,” she smirked. “I think you need to make your wife feel good.”
“Hmm,” Elliot pretended to think about how he could do that. He took in her body as she laid completely exposed for him. “Maybe I should tell her how fuck hard she makes me. How no one else has turned me on so quickly, and just the sound of her voice is sometimes enough to give me the biggest fucking hard on.”
Olivia bit her lip, as she grinned. “Oh, does she now?” A playful lilt rang through her voice. “You know, I think perhaps she might like an up close and personal look at her effect on you.”
Elliot picked up his phone, flipping the camera. He ran a finger up the underside of his shaft, hearing Olivia moan as he twitched. He then reached down and gently squeezed his balls, moaning as he did so. “God Liv,” he moaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you. I want you so bad. I want to be deep inside of you. Fucking you. Hard.”
He watched and she palmed her breasts, before pinching her nipples, tugging on them, eliciting another moan from her. “That’s good, baby.” He was taking charge from here, knowing that’s what she needed. He started to palm his dick, needing to touch himself just a bit. “Are you wet for me, baby? Because I have a feeling you’re so wet for me.”
“Mhmm,” Olivia whimpered, as she continued to play with her nipples.
“Show me,” he groaned, “put your fingers inside of yourself and then show me just how wet you are for Daddy.”
“Fuck,” Olivia breathed out, moving one had down to her pussy.
Elliot could hear the sounds of just how fucking wet she was as she moved her fingers in and out of herself. “Olivia, lift your hand up to the camera and let me see.”
Liv shook her head no as she continued to fuck herself with her fingers. “Olivia,” he boomed, catching her attention this time, “hold your fingers up to the camera and let me see how wet you are for me.” This time Liv obeyed, holding her fingers up. “I’m gonna set my phone back up like it was before.”
Elliot squirted some lube into his palm, and grabbed his aching cock, moving his hand slowly up and down his shaft. “I want you to taste yourself for Daddy. I want you to know how good you taste, and why I could spend the rest of my life eating that glorious pussy of yours as you just came on my face over and over again.”
Olivia stuck her fingers into her mouth, moaning around them as she tasted herself. “I taste so good, Daddy.”
“You really do, ‘Livia.” His grip on his cock became tighter as he worked himself over. “Grab your vibrator, and turn it on.” He watched as she grabbed the toy, hearing the buzzing as it came to life. “I want you to tease your clit with it, but DO NOT cum yet.”
The sight of her dipping her vibrator into herself and then teasing her clit, and the sounds of her moans was almost enough to make him cum right there. As her breathing started to pick up, he knew it was time to stop her. “Enough Olivia,” he commanded as she pouted. “Now I want you to fuck yourself with your vibrator, but under no circumstances do I want you touching your clit.” Elliot stood up and walked over to his suitcase, grabbing something before coming back into view. He put lube into his flesh light and slid it onto his dick, moaning.
They’d made an agreement that if she was able to have more than her hand to get off with, so was he if he wanted one. He’d been hesitant at first, but after Liv bought it for his birthday, he’d tried it and enjoyed it, though it didn’t compare to the real thing.
“Okay, fuck yourself for Daddy, but I want you to look at me as you do.” Olivia moved the vibrator in and out of herself, as Elliot moved his pocket pussy up and down on his dick. “God you look so pretty fucking yourself for Daddy,” he moaned. “Are you pretending it’s me, baby?”
“Yes, sir.” She whimpered.
“That’s my good girl,” he watched a shudder move through her body at the words. “I’m pretending I’m fucking you, though this will never compare to that glorious, tight, warm pussy of yours.” Elliot sped up his movements, the noise of him fucking his toy echoing through the room, as he pretended he was pounding into his wife.
He watched her eyes drift down to watch him fuck the silicone toy, and he sped up his movements. He watched she sped up hers to keep in time with him. “God, you feel so good, baby. Does it feel good to have Daddy fucking you?”
“Yes,” she cried out.
“I’m so close,” he growled out. “Are you close, because it sounds like you are.”
“Yes, please let me cum, Daddy.” Liv begged, trying to buck against nothing.
“Okay, I want you to hold your vibrator against you clit until literally can’t take it anymore.” He groaned as she moved. “Don’t look away from me.” He commanded as her eyes started slipping closed. “I’m fucking you so hard, Liv.” His movements were furious. He watched as she came, her back arching off the bed, as she bucked against the vibrator.
“Oh fuck, Daddy,” she cried out. “You make me feel so fucking good, Daddy. My pussy is throbbing so hard, wishing it was being filled by your cum. Wishing you were twitching and throbbing inside of me.” Olivia pulled her vibrator off her clit when it hurt too much to continue.
“Watch Daddy cum, Liv.” She lazily turned her head to the camera, and he pulled the toy off himself just in time to shoot his load onto his stomach. “Fuck, Daddy’s cumming for you, baby.” He moaned, as he twitched and throbbed. “Daddy wants to cum in that pussy of yours. Fill you up, and then make you lay there until he’s ready for round two so he can fuck you again, only to fill you up some more.”
Elliot squeezed his sensitive tip, loving the pain that it caused. He laid there as his heart rate slowed down and his breathing evened out. He turned back towards the camera where Liv watched him, smiling. “Fuck Liv, that was hot.”
“Sure fucking was, El.” Her bedroom voice in full effect once more. “When do you come home again?”
“Should be the day after tomorrow.”
“Good,” she grinned, “because I think I’m gonna need Daddy to keep his promise.”
“I swear you will be the fucking death of me woman.”