f.w.b // SVU // Rollisi
Friends with benefits, but with feelings. (18+) Originally for Day 3 of Amanda Rollins Week: friends to lovers @dailysvu
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Between home-cooked meals and weekends, Rollins and Carisi were friends with benefits that were woven like lovers. It was the lust of two people with itches to scratch yet their nails only grazed each other. For no-strings-attached, their connection was undeniable, especially after finding out how good they could make each other feel, but it was never a good time to talk about something more, so they showed how much they meant to each other behind closed doors.
At his apartment, there was only one door that needed to close. Amanda called a sitter that night and after a drink - just enough to let go of the day and absolutely not a date - they arrived there together. Sonny unlocked the door and held it open for her. His home was more familiar to her now. It wasn’t a place she visited often as friends before the benefits started.
They’d always enjoyed each other’s company. Sometimes they’d watch TV or sit and talk for a bit before getting to the real reason they were together after hours. It wasn’t one of those nights. Amanda let him lock up before pirouetting to step back into him. She slipped her fingers in between the buttons of his waistcoat and pulled him against her, breathing close to his chin.
“Jumpin’ in so soon?” he smirked, setting his briefcase down.
She looked up at him with doe eyes. “That a problem?”
“Nah,” Sonny responded with a shallow lip bite. The tone of his voice dropped. He put one hand on her waist and used the other to tilt her chin up. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” He kissed her and she believed it.
With his tongue against her teeth, he began to shrug off his suit jacket and like clockwork, Amanda pushed it down his biceps. She used it as a lasso against his back and rolled her pelvis into his upper thighs. He groaned into her mouth before picking his head up to pull his arms out of the garment. Sonny took a wide step to toss it on the back of the couch and quickly removed his waistcoat too. With him otherwise occupied, she brought her hands to the middle of her chest and pinched the buttons of her blouse.
Carisi returned to her and she’d already dropped her shirt to the floor. She loved the look on his face, eyebrows high, lips rubbing together. His hands followed his gaze and he held on to her ribs, his thumbs against the sheer back fabric that held her breasts but didn’t cover them. She tossed her hair and he was enchanted by her bone structure and the smell of her shampoo.
“This new?” he mumbled, pulling one of the straps off her shoulder and scribbling kisses along her collarbone.
Her head raised and she shuttered. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Sonny snickered into her skin. He picked up his head, reached up to her opposite side, and pressed his palm up into her breast. The weight and shape felt perfect in his hand, her nipple sharp enough to split him in two. “It’s nice.”
She smiled and looked away slightly. “Thanks.” It was new and maybe she wore it that day because someone - him - would appreciate it. Amanda traced a finger up his chest and pulled at his tie. “You’re wearing too much.”
He thought that of her too, but he had the advantage. Sonny grinned and took her place in loosening the tie around his neck. Their hands brushed on her way down to his waistband where she untucked his crisp white shirt and unbuttoned it. His clothes joined hers on the floor. Sonny crossed his arms across his stomach to pull his undershirt over his head.
Amanda let herself look at him - her friend - long and lean. The outline of his dick pressed against his suit bottoms was more obvious as he stretched up. She put her hands on his hips and thought of quickly dropping to her knees, but they started early - they could take it slow. When his face emerged again, Sonny pushed his hair back and looked down at her swaying against him.
Without breaking eye contact, she slid her dominant hand down his hip and stroked his length. He fed his pelvis into her hand and moved to hold her face with the intensity fueled by her touch. She was already aroused but remembered what between her fingertips felt like inside her and she squirmed.
Rollins licked her teeth. “Take me to bed.”
He would have taken her there against the front door if she asked. Sonny nodded and they took their hands off each other to maneuver down the hall. In his bedroom with her back still turned to him, Amanda reached to unhook her bra. She looked over her shoulder as she slowly slid the straps down her arms and he was quick to unfasten his pants and step out of them.
Once fully undressed, Sonny sat down on the edge of the bed because there was nothing more he wanted than for her to wrap herself around him. At the crack of his knees, she picked her head up from slipping her black jeans down her thighs. She peeled her body up and raised her arms to push her hair back, now just in a seamless cotton thong.
From the bed, he lifted his chest. Her body was beautiful, petite but perfectly soft in all the right places. Sonny held out one hand and patted his thigh with the other. The sweet dominance was charming and taking his hand, Amanda slithered between his knees. He moved his hands around her ass and tilted his chin up against the middle of her torso below her breasts. She ran a hand through the front of his hair, messing up the combed pattern and he touched his lips to her.
“Now you’re wearin’ too much,” Carisi teased, speaking into her skin as he slipped his fingertips under the soft fabric around her hips.
She swallowed the breath that got caught in her throat with her underwear pulled against her swollen parts. “Fix it.”
He smirked and rolled the thong down her smooth thighs until she could flick it off her ankle. Amanda carefully touched a knee between his thighs on the bed and balanced her opposite hand on his shoulder to half straddle his lap. She leaned into his chest and he lowered his back down. Still only half wrapped around him, she dragged her thigh over his hips, pressing his dick into his stomach. Sonny picked up his head to kiss her, the pressure of her on top of him making his skin hot, but she only sucked at his bottom lip.
“Hey…” he grumbled, putting both hands on her waist.
She ignored his plea and kissed his jaw, continuing down his neck and drawing a parallel line over his Adam’s apple with her finger. He breathed heavier and rolled his body under her. At his chest, her delicate kisses turned into selective vacuums to leave marks on his skin that would disappear before she left that night. She pushed her body back towards the end of the bed, dragging her tongue down his abdomen until she reached the pink tip of his cock.
Sonny gently gripped the hair on her scalp with a soft moan as she wrapped her lips around him. She cupped his balls briefly as she moved to wrap her hand around the base of his shaft. At the head, she left wet, stringy kisses and pumped him up and down with a twist.
“That’s it,” he breathed, rolling his head against the covers. She smiled, he could feel it, and it filled him with desire. “But, ah...come back up here. I wanna touch ya’.”
Amanda thought of ignoring him, but with a final snap of her tongue, she glanced up and picked her torso up. Her teasing made him closer to the edge than he should have been at that point like he was a younger man and his blood wasn’t weighed down by whisky. He shifted until his feet were no longer on the floor. Limb by limb she crawled up next to him and lowered down on her stomach. On her elbows, she hovered over his throat and dragged two fingers down his lips before letting him kiss her again. The more he wanted her, the less soft he got, and she loved playing with the scale.
Carisi turned in to her and squeezed her waist before pushing his upper body up, forcing his face away. She wedged off his shoulder and watched him by laying her cheek into folded arms. Over her back, he lingered and tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind her visible ear. His hand then traced between her shoulder blades and over her hips to grab the fleshiest part of her ass. He pulled her skin towards him, stretching her pussy too.
He planted a kiss on the top of her spine before running his fingers between her slit. She was warm and wet and he extended further between her legs to find her clit. As he rolled it between his fingers, she emptied her lungs with a staggered breath and arched her back higher. After a few slow wide circles, he pulled his hand back, stroked the outside of her entrance, and slipped two fingers inside her
Amanda let little moans out as he created a pattern, fucking her with his hand a few pulses then returning to her clit, not letting either build to euphoria. He began working her a little harder, thinking how easy it would be to bury his dick deeper in her than his fingers could go.
She gripped the comforter. “I want you.”
He heard her fine despite her muffled voice but wanted to hear it again. “What was that?” Sonny huskily whispered into her neck. She let out a little moan as he removed his fingers from inside her and placed his damp hand on her back.
“You heard me.”
He curved his hand over her hip to tug her to him. “I’ll need ya’ closer then.”
Amanda turned from her stomach to her side so that her spine molded to his chest. His cock throbbed behind her and she couldn’t help but tauntingly press back into it. As she turned her head over her shoulder, Sonny pulled at her jaw to whip his tongue into her mouth. It was enough to relieve the drought he’d always been thirsty for, and she too needed a good drink of him. He continued kissing her but moved his hand down her body and behind her thighs.
She got the idea and spread her knees apart, holding one leg bent in the air. He pulled away from her face look down for the right angle of his hips and used his hand to position himself between her spread thighs. The length of his dick followed her folds and brushed her clit at the top, making her quake. Sonny pushed over her again, slower, their nerves buzzing before dragging back to gently dip into her entrance.
After Billie, Amanda got careful, and Dominick trusted her. The trust was mutual, and neither would admit so, but there was nobody else and hadn’t been for a long time.
He moved his hand from the base of his cock to the back of her knee to hold her leg up as he filled her. Being stretched just right, she moaned and brought her hands up to her breasts, squeezing the flesh. He smirked and breathed heavily into her neck, balls deep and surrounded by velvet. “Oh, Amanda,” he whispered, moving his hips shallowly against her.
She let her head fall back and reached behind her to touch his face. Her name was never so sweet. Sonny’s other arm came around from under where she pivoted on her elbow. He grabbed at her chest, kissed the palm of her hand, and deepened his movements into her, gradually speeding up as they became one.
With his hits against her pelvis, Amanda sighed loudly, a freedom she didn’t have at home with the girls sleeping next door. She wanted to take advantage of that, feel everything unapologetically. From his face, she ran her hand down her torso and cupped her public bone to rub her clit. Her sighs turned into groans with the dual stimulation, and she barely noticed him removing his support from the back of her knee to meet her between her legs. They touched hands all the time - inadvertently, sometimes purposely, but this was a different kind of intimacy.
“Let me,” Sonny huffed. He wedged his fingers under hers and took over where she left off, circling the bundle of nerves. Her breath got caught in her throat and she whimpered as rocked her hips over his cock and into his hand. His thrusts became slower, selfless, letting her decide what felt good.
“O-Oh God...God...ah, don’t-don’t stop,” she begged, and he wanted nothing but to please her. The inner muscles of her thighs shook against his forearm and after a few beats, her whole body coiled against him. With the first pulse of her orgasm, Amanda cried out and then panted as the waves continued.
Carisi removed his hand from her center and kissed behind her ear as her body settled down. He felt accomplished, but making her cum increased the fire in his gut. Once her mind was out of a haze, she twisted her head back again. Their eyes met and she smiled with a little giggle as her pussy irregularly quaked around him. Her face was hot and her heart pounded. He was good to her, and maybe a little beautiful.
She dragged her bottom lip with her teeth. “Roll back.”
There wasn’t any arguing, he'd do anything she wanted, though this was all for him. Sonny slipped out of her and shifted to his back, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. She gradually folded on her other side and crawled up to straddle him. Amanda sat up straight, putting her weight on his stiff cock, and let the length sink and squish between her.
He touched her thighs, loving to see her sit on him with the head of his dick between her sex. If it was earlier, she would have ground against him for both of their excitement, but her clit was still sensitive and she’d teased him enough that night. She lifted and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, wet with her cum, and sunk over him
Sonny took a loud deep breath and dug his fingers into her legs. She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she began to rock her hips. He was drunk with affection, reminded of the unbelievable truth that this beautiful woman in his life was even more stunning riding his dick, and how lucky he was that she enjoyed it.
Behind her, he bent his knees so he could feed up into her and Amanda lowered her torso down to lie flat on his chest. He moved his arms around her and ran a hand up the back of her neck into her hair. “You feel so fuckin’ good,” he heaved, their faces close. She touched his cheek in a haze, loving to see him become raw and animalistic. “Yeah, you too.”
Amanda billowed her hips and he bucked into her, making the bed creak. With the right movement together, from her breathy moans came a yelp and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “D-Dom...Dominick...I...ah.” Her movement faulted and she writhed, holding him tight as she shook. She buried her face in his neck, her second orgasm from pleasure alone, not anticipation, and it took her by surprise. Her shrieks were almost laughter.
He was close, so God Damn close, and Sonny held her waist to pound into what fluttered around him. He groaned deeply, losing his rhythm, and his body tensed and jerked beneath her as the stars in his head combusted.
They were still a moment except for heavy chests and soft hips that rode each other out. Amanda picked up her head from his neck damp with sweat and soothingly stroked his hair. He blinked open his eyes and a goofy smile grew across his face. She kissed his cheek, sweetly, affectionately, before swinging her leg to roll off beside him.
Carisi thought it was special that she stayed with him a bit instead of rushing to the bathroom - he didn’t care, the bedding could be washed - but he tried not to read into it. Still on his back, he turned his head in her direction. Her hair was messy, her face still a little pink, and she sighed happily.
“We’re gettin’ pretty good at this, huh?” he grinned, still breathing heavily.
Amanda smiled with a chuckle and bit her lip. “Yeah.”
He wanted to hold her again but thought it might cross the line from just benefits. Sonny switched to his side to look at her better. They blinked at each other a couple of times.
“You don’t have to...but if you wanna stick around, I was thinking of...well, I’m kinda starving.”
She bundled her arms under her face. “Hmm, whatcha making me?”
It was a yes, an “of course I’ll stay, I want to stay” without her having to say it. He shook his head, humored.
“Probably pasta or something like that...maybe throw together a quick sauce. You can shower if you want. It’ll be close to ready when you’re done.”
“Okay,” she said, reaching out to touch his forearm. “Sounds nice...thanks.”
Sonny glanced down at his arm and decided it was okay to cup the side of her face. He’d get up in a minute, get her a fresh towel, but they just stared at each other, both spent, fulfilled, and a little in love, ignoring the fact that friends with benefits don’t look at each other like that.
