Chlollie Fanfic: Just for Funsies, 2/3
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Here’s the second chapter. I had half a mind to withhold it until tomorrow, so I could get some “Oh, you evil cow! How could you stop it there?!?” comments, but then decided it wouldn’t kill me to be nice for a change. After all, there’s be lots more stories for me to write, and lots more evil cliffies for me to leave! :-P
Enjoy. Rated NC-17, so please respect the cut if you are not old enough to indulge. Thanks.
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Title: Just for Funsies…
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Timeline: Season 9 (Warrior)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe decides to take Oliver up on his offer of guilt-free sex.
Feedback: You know I like it like that. J
2nd Place Winner: Best Smut Fic, Chollie 2010 Fanfiction Awards
Award banner by the talented kc_2009. :-)
Read Chapter 1 here.
Chapter 2
Chloe looked up at him appreciatively as his t-shirt went over his head. Oliver grinned, thoroughly pleased at the current turn of events between them. If he were to be honest with himself, he’d come over to the Watchtower with half a mind of seducing Chloe, but it was good to see that she was finally letting go of Clark and trying to take some time to enjoy herself, for a change.
It wasn’t as if he was over Lois…far from it. He knew that that would take time. But he’d be damned if he sat moping in a corner while the girl he had feelings for got on with her own life and moved on to a different love.
Oliver smoothed his hands up Chloe’s legs all the way from her ankles towards her thighs, gathering the material of her skirt as he did so. When he reached the top he pushed the fabric up so that it bunched around her waist, exposing her most intimate flesh to his view.
He swallowed hard, feeling his cock harden further as he stared at her damp entrance. The sight of her was intoxicating, and the fragrance of her arousal was proving to be irresistible. He inhaled deeply, savouring her unique aroma like a junkie craved a hit.
He felt her hands at his waist and glanced down at the blonde lying beneath him. She was working on his belt, trying to prise it through the loops of his trousers.
“Not yet,” he said, covering her hands with his own.
She blinked and frowned. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought a certain part of you needed to be exposed for us to do this.”
“It is,” he said, his voice laden with promise as he started to slide down her body, kissing her stomach on the way.
“Ollie, wait!” she said sharply, clutching his shoulder.
He glanced up at her curiously. “Don’t you want this?”
She took a deep breath. “I do, I just…” she swallowed, and went on. “I guess I wasn’t mentally prepared for it just yet.”
It didn’t take a genius to connect the dots. “No-one’s ever done this to you before, have they?” he asked gently.
“It’s not that Jimmy didn’t want to, because he did. It was me, I just…” she sighed and shrugged. “I didn’t let him. I think deep down I was saving it for someone special.”
She’d been saving it for Clark. It wasn’t difficult to read between the lines.
He placed a hand on her cheek. “For tonight,” he whispered, “let me be your someone special. Okay?”
She hesitated for a second, and then nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll be gentle with you,” he promised.
“I know you will. Thanks,” she replied with a smile. “So, do I need to do anything, or…?”
He chuckled. “Just relax and enjoy it,” he said. “This is all about you, alright?”
“If you say so,” she replied nonchalantly.
He smiled to himself. Clearly she was as nervous as a virgin before her first time; which in a way it was, since she was new to oral sex.
Carefully he unzipped her bunched-up skirt and took it off her. He also slid her bra straps off her arms, so that she was completely nude.
The breath left his lungs in a whoosh as he stared at her naked form. Chloe Sullivan had a gorgeous body; small yet compact and curvy in all the right places. Her blonde hair gleamed like spun gold in the muted light, and he couldn’t remember her ever having looked more beautiful. Unable to stop himself, he stroked her hair tenderly.
Chloe stiffened and pulled away slightly from the intimate caress, and he was instantly reminded that this was supposed to be a casual affair. She took his questing hand and put it over her breast. Following her cue, he lifted his other hand to its mate and began to fondle her with exquisite care.
He couldn’t help but notice how her full breasts fit perfectly in his hands. Her rose-pink nipples thrust against his palms, and he caressed and teased them with his fingertips, making her moan for more. He skimmed his hands down the smooth, silky skin of her abdomen, following the flare of her hips and over her thighs till he got to the backs of her knees. With sure hands, he lifted her legs up till her feet were planted on the couch, then he applied gentle pressure and eased her thighs apart so that she was completely open to him.
He stared at her intimate flesh for several seconds before sliding to his knees in front of her and draping one of her legs over his shoulder. He heard her breathing accelerate, and he glanced up at her.
On seeing the uncertain expression on her face, he caressed her thigh gently. “If I do anything you’re not comfortable with, just let me know, okay?” he said softly.
She nodded. “Okay.”
He smiled. “Good.” He settled her leg on his shoulder, then slowly lowered his head between her spread thighs.
He paused just before his mouth made contact with her flesh and inhaled deeply, feeling heady and intoxicated by her scent. Finally, he pressed his lips to her damp curls and her entire body stiffened against him and he heard a sharp intake of breath.
He lifted his head and regarded her wide-eyed gaze. “Should I stop?”
“No, no,” she said quickly. “It feels good. It’s…it’s nice.”
Nice? His technique must be slipping. He lowered his head to her again and kissed her intimately, slipping his tongue out to taste her. Chloe gasped and arched and he grinned against her, hoping that he’d banished the word ‘nice’ from her vocabulary - at least, as far as this was concerned. He opened his mouth and licked her, running his tongue slowly along her wet slit, savouring her intimate essence.
Chloe wailed and he felt her hand curl into his hair and tug almost painfully. Carefully he explored the soft, warm folds with his tongue, licking her from top to bottom with long, deep strokes.
She tasted…exotic; spicy and musky with a hint of salty sweetness, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He moved his lips to the tiny bud where her pleasure was concentrated and flicked his tongue against her rapidly, pushing one long finger into her core as he did so.
“Oh, God!” she gasped as his finger filled her and his tongue stimulated her clit. Her hips jerked and pressed into his face and he steadied her with a hand on her stomach and slowed the movements of his mouth. Chloe had waited a long time for this, and he wanted to make it last as long as possible for her, even if he developed a terminal case of blue balls for his troubles.
Slowly he withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, thrusting slowly into her slick heat. Chloe’s other leg went over his shoulder and she dug her heels into his back and whimpered, asking for more of the sweet torment.
Eventually Oliver returned to her clitoris, using the tip of his tongue to flick and tease the swollen nub. Chloe sobbed and pleaded for release, and he decided he’d toyed with her enough. He tightened his hold on her thighs, wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked her gently.
Chloe’s voice rose in a keen cry, as her thighs clamped his head, and her body began to shudder and pulse as she came against his mouth. Her cries escalated into loud screams as her orgasm hit her hard and she lost all inhibition as she came apart under his sensual tutelage.
Oliver felt his own orgasm threatening to overcome him before he’d even had a chance to be inside her. Apparently, in teasing Chloe to her limits he’d also pushed himself almost to the point of no return. Quickly he rose and lowered himself over her, his turgid erection nudging insistently against her slick, sensitive flesh.
Chloe lifted her lashes weakly and looked into his eyes as he loomed above her. She managed to raise her arms and loop them around his neck as he positioned himself against her snug entrance. Slowly he penetrated her, pressing forward inch by inch, her moist warmth surrounding him like a hot glove.
Chloe gasped as he filled her and tightened her grip on him. He managed to hold still with a herculean effort, waiting for her body to adjust to his generous presence. By Chloe’s own admission it had been a long time, and…well, he was definitely well proportioned in that area. The snug clasp of her body was making him insane, and sweat popped out on his brow, but he held himself in check. Just a few more seconds, he told himself desperately.
Then Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her hips, and he suddenly found himself buried within her warm sheath to the hilt. He groaned hoarsely and began to move with slow, deliberate thrusts, still being careful with her.
But she had other ideas. “Harder,” she urged breathlessly. “Fuck me harder, Ollie.”
Her blunt, coarse words were his undoing. “Oh, Chloe,” he whispered raggedly as his control broke. He pounded into her with hard, ramming thrusts, still concerned that he might be doing too much too soon.
He needn’t have worried. Her arms tightened around his neck and she locked her ankles around his waist and matched him thrust for thrust.
“Yes…oh, yes,” she murmured throatily, her voice trembling with excitement as he rode her higher and higher to fulfilment.
He felt his own orgasm swiftly approaching, and knew there was no stopping it or slowing it down anymore. The sight of the woman in his arms and the scent of her arousal, coupled with the long wait he’d had to endure while granting her pleasure, meant that he was all out of control. He wrapped his arms around her and fucked her hard, groaning loudly as his nerves tingled with the panic of pending orgasm. Slick with sweat, their bodies moved as one, sliding together in a mating dance as old as time itself.
Chloe gave a deep, guttural moan as her body began to buck and thrash beneath his. Her tight sheath squeezed his cock in pulsing ripples, milking him as she drowned in the throes of her third orgasm of the night.
“Oh God,” he grunted, thrusting erratically as his body reacted to hers. “Chloe…”
His orgasm slammed into him with the force of a two-ton truck. Oliver gritted his teeth and groaned as every muscle in his body was assaulted with pure, unadulterated pleasure, sensation overriding his nerves and permeating every cell. He clung to Chloe as he came deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his essence.
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Chapter 3…