Riding It Out 1/1

[calie15]

Title: Riding It Out 1/1
Rating: Strong NC-17
Summary: An undercover mission doesn't end so well for Oliver.
Notes/Warning: Strong NC-17 rating for rough sex. So much so I didn't even post it on fanfiction.net. Also, thanks to smallevilefics and slytherinpunk for reading over it for me and for smallevillefics for giving me the idea.

“He’s all juiced up.”

Chloe stopped in the doorway, watching as Oliver pounded into the punching back, with much more force then she was accustomed to. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscles more pronounced and the veins in his neck purple and standing out. “Is he okay?”

“Adrenaline is what Emil said. It’s got his body all worked up, maxing it out. His temper is short, his heart is working overtime and his strength is increased.”

Chloe nodded and turned back to Clark. “Will he be okay?”

“Yeah, Emil just recommended staying with him tonight. Said Oliver just needs to ride it out.”

She nodded. “You can go.”

“Chloe...” Clark began to argue but she stopped him with a sharp look.

“He isn’t going to hurt me Clark, don’t be ridiculous. Now just go.”

With a sigh he relented. “Just call for me if you need me.”

Chloe nodded, already forgetting about him and turning her eyes back towards Oliver’s form. As the door shut, signaling Clark’s exit she began closing some of the distance. At the sound of her footsteps he grabbed the bag and turned his eyes on her. His body was glistening with sweat, but his breathing, that was eerily even. “Hey. Everything went okay?”

“Swell,” he growled and turned back to the bag. “You should leave.”

“I’d feel better if I stayed,” she said softly, trying to work around his mood.

“I didn’t ask,” he said evenly through gritted teeth as he landed another punch. Silence was his response, and at first he thought she had taken his advice, but he could feel her watching him, and there was no sound of movement. Stopping the bag he spun on her. “I said get out of here Chloe.”

“I’d feel better making sure you’re okay.” Putting up with Oliver’s moods was not one of her strong points, but given that he was obviously on edge, she chose instead to play to his dominating instincts at that moment.

“Oh I’m okay,” he laughed harshly, “I’m more than okay. Not much I can say for the guy I beat the shit out of though.”

“He’ll be fine,” Chloe said. She’d checked his status at the hospital on her way over. Two broken ribs, one broken arm, a small concussion, and severe bruising. But he’d live.

“And even after that you just want to stay? Knowing what I can do right now?” He asked with a smirk, his mood shifting, his attention now curiously on her.

She swallowed, but remained seated on the bench. “You wouldn’t hurt me.” Something flashed in his eyes just then. It was brief, but as his eyes seemed to leave her face, stray downward and meet hers again, she noticed the change.

“No,” he said darkly and stopped in front of her. Grabbing her arms in his he yanked her off the bench. “Not hurt you.”

She gasped at the speed at which he pulled her up, crushing his chest to her own. Finally she realized the look in his eyes. She wasn’t even sure what to expect from him, and quite frankly was a little concerned, but he wouldn’t hurt her. He’d said as much himself. “What do you want?”

His eyes glanced down, catching her exposed cleavage, and more aware than ever of her body against his. Narrowing his eyes on her face again he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “You know what I want.”

She gasped at the strain on the roots of her hair, and arched her body into his, hoping if she gave into him slightly he'd ease up on her. But he didn’t, he only grabbed her with his other hand and yanked her closer, pressing her against his hard erection.

He dropped his face into her neck, nuzzling the soft skin, nipping at her collarbone. “Are you scared?” Her breath shuddered in his ear, and the hand that had grasped his arms tightened. Tightening his hold on her hair she gasped. “Are you?”

“No,” she whispered, her body pressing closer to his uncontrollably.

“You should be.” He bit into the crook of her neck, only releasing the skin when she cried out.

“You won’t hurt me,” Chloe said again, still sure of that fact, even if she was unsure if  she would wake up in the morning slightly bruised.

“No...” He pulled her closer his erection and trailed his lips down her neck. “But I will fuck you. And I can guarantee you’ll scream.”

Even though his tone was threatening a rush of need shot through her, making her press herself closer. “Then do it.” His face pulled away from her, his brown eyes dark as he looked down at her. Then his hands left her hair and hip and just as she breathed a sigh of relief he grabbed the edge of her blouse pulling it apart and sending buttons skipping across the floor. He was yanking it off her shoulders and moving to her skirt next. The zipper made a loud noise, as it ripped through the small teeth and then pushed it down with her underwear.

Grabbing her legs he hauled her up his body and wrapped them around his hips. Yanking one cup down he took on nipple into his mouth, biting onto the perky pink nub, grinning as she cried out, grasping at his hair and whimpering as he sucked it hard into his mouth. Dropping to his knees on the practice pad he lowered her onto her back. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but with one hand wrapped around her hips he lifted them off the pad and thrust into her, stretching her almost painfully. Even when her and Oliver did just fuck, he was usually careful to enter her slowly. But he offered her no such luxury this time, forcing her to take him all at once. In response she clawed into the mat, her body arching off of it in shock, throwing her head back as she cried out. He didn’t wait, only moved inside of her again, harder and faster. There was no hesitation as he plunged into her or pause, and as she peered up at him, forcing her eyes open she was almost too shocked to see the calm intent there. His eyes were hard and his jaw firm and he barely seemed to be exerting himself. She on the other hand, could barely catch her breath, and she wasn’t even doing anything.

He raised her hips higher, until only her shoulders were on the ground, and sunk deeper. Chloe screamed reaching above her, grasping at the mat, anything to find purchase on. “Please, god. Ollie...” She pleaded, praying for the release that only he could bring her. She arched her back, pressing and grinding herself against him to ease the need. He pulled out of her swiftly and completely causing her to cry out in protest. Her body sagged in disappointment, but then he flipped her over, and she barely had time to pull herself onto her knees before he grabbed her thighs, pulled them apart and thrust into her, grinding himself as deep as he could go. She felt her bra give around her ribs, realizing suddenly that she had still been wearing it, and then watched it fall to the ground, releasing her breasts.

“Not yet Chloe,” he whispered into her back, his hips lurching forward again, trying to press into her harder. For his troubles she whimpered, dropping her head. “Is this what you want?” He breathed into her ear, making a V with his fingers around his cock and sliding his fingers up, closing them and rubbing against her clit. Her hips bucked at the contact and he rubbed once more for good measure until she whimpered. “Is it?”

“Yes,” she said shakily, pressing closer to his fingers and crying out as they moved away.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he promised, sliding his fingers around her slit again, feeling himself inside of her to the hilt. He pulled out just slightly and slid a finger in to her, next to his length.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in a silent cry as he stretched her. Even as she bit her lip against the unfamiliar sensation she pressed back against him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked darkly, pressing into her, his fingers sliding deeper.

“Yes.” She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as he filled her again, stretching her. “Please, Ollie, I can’t...” Just when she was about to beg for release he pulled his finger out of her and thrust in again, hard and deep, filling her. It would hurt to be sure, her neck would be bruised with teeth marks and hers hips marked with his fingertips, but it didn’t stop her from tilting herself up into him, taking all of him, and begging for more.

“Do you know how much I love seeing you bent over, cute little ass tipped into the air?” Grabbing a fist full of her blonde hair he pulled her head back, ignoring her slight gasp and tilted it to the side. He claimed her lips, biting her bottom one gently and soothing it with his tongue before kissing her deeply. The strain from her hair loosened in his touch as she tilted her head back.

“Please Ollie...” She’d been pleading with him since the beginning and didn’t have much faith that he’d give in this time, but his hand released her hair, slid around her body, and found her clit. The pressure made her cry out, buck against him, drawing him deeper. He moved inside of her, barely pulling out, but pressing deep and hard into her each time until finally she was screaming his name, then he was moving hard again. He yanked at her hips, lifting her knees off the ground. Even as she was coming down she was still screaming with each powerful thrust, the entirety of him filling her, forcing himself deep inside of her, demanding she take all of him. Then she heard him behind her, grunting her name, tightening his hold on her hips. His thrusts slowed, becoming weaker, until they stopped, and he was leaning over her body, hands planted into the pat beside her, breathy heavily, but not panting like he normally would have been.

“Oh god.” He growled and dug his nails into the mat, resisting the urge to thrust into her again. “Chloe...”

Her knees hurt under the pressure of his weight. She noticed his fingers dig harder into the soft material. With a shudder she pulled away, feeling him still firm inside of her, and fell onto her back. When she looked up at him his face was tense, not the look of a man who had just fucked her like there was no tomorrow. “What is it?” His eyes seemed to focus on her suddenly, hard, determined. As she opened her mouth to question him he was kissing her again, his tongue invading her mouth, nothing like the lazy kisses that usually followed sex. His body lowered on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees. It wasn’t until she felt him long and hard against her did she understand what was going on. As the length of him brushed the tender flesh she gasped.

Oliver grasped her hair, trying not to pull on it as harshly as he had before, and looked down at her. “Chloe, I...” He wasn’t sure how to tell her that fucking her senseless had done almost nothing to quell the violent need in him.

“It’s okay,” she whispered and reached between them, grabbing his length and lifting her hips so that the tip of him was angled to enter her. There was a brief moment where she suspected he was searching her face, trying to find confirmation, before one large hand grasped her hip and slammed into her. Her head fell back in a silent gasp as he pumped into her. This time her body took him willingly, already used to the size of him, but that didn’t mean every time he slid into her she didn’t cry out his name, plead for more.

He moved her legs onto his shoulders, lifting the lower half of her body off the ground and thrust deeply into her, pushing against her g-spot and creating a new feeling as he took her.

Oliver gripped her hips, yanking her onto him as he thrust even deeper. Her body arched off the mat, thrusting her breasts into the air. He didn’t feel an end in sight. She was so wet and tight, his adrenaline was pumping with no sign of becoming tired.

The first time she could tell he was making her wait, almost torturing her with her release, but this time he seemed almost frenzied to find completion. It took only a matter of minutes before she was coming around him again, her knees pushed into her chest at almost an impossible angle, the muscles in her thighs screaming in protest and he thrust into her, the weight of his body bearing down on her. It didn’t matter though, not as she pleaded to the heavens as her second orgasm ripped through her and groaned in release.

Slowly, she let her legs fall from his shoulders as he snaked his arms out from underneath him, but the lower half of his body remained. An arm wrapped around her waist and before she knew what was happening he was lifting her off the ground and standing. One hand buried into her hair, pulling her face closer to his own. Their lips met in a frenzied kiss and it wasn’t until she tightened her legs around his waist did she realize he was as hard as he had been before. Causing her to shudder as she realized he wasn’t through with her.

As he carried her through the townhouse she dropped her head to his shoulder, letting her eyes close momentarily with sigh. His arms were firm around her and for a moment she found herself slipping into sleep at the feeling of his warmth around her. It was the coolness of his room that finally woke her, and as he lowered her back onto the comforter she stared drowsily up at him, reaching up for him and drawing his face down to her own.

Oliver sunk into the cocoon her legs made, welcoming him closer. With his arm still around her he dragged her up the bed so that he could lay his body down fully. Bringing a hand between them he ran a finger over her slit, watching her as her brow drew together and she whimpered softly. She was still so wet and hot, and he already felt the fulfillment she had given him only moments ago disappear. “Am I hurting you?” He asked, realizing for the first time that he actually felt real concern for her, had been able to take a minute to pause and think. He only prayed that meant the drugs were starting to wear off.

“No,” she said quickly. Of course it would probably hurt in the morning, and her body was well used and ready to pass out, but he wasn’t hurting her. With gentle hands she cradled his face and let her lids fall shut, kissing his lips softly, trying to convey to him that everything was okay. Still holding his face in her hands she opened her eyes and looked up into his eyes. “I’m yours Ollie, all you have to do is take me.”

Her words stirred something in him that had laid dormant since his last release. She had been limp against him as he carried her and he had feared she had fallen asleep. Even now knowing she was awake, he could see that it was a struggle for her to be so. Yet she was giving herself to him again, allowing him to take her, even though she could do little more than reach for and press gentle kisses against him. It fueled something inside of him to know she was his for the taking, her body beneath him for his pleasure.

Grabbing her wrists with his hands he hauled them above her head, closing one hand around both of them and dropping the other to her thigh, dragging it up to spread her for him. With one quick movement he was sliding inside of her again. “God you're so wet and tight.” Her eyes fell closed, and he watched her react each time he entered her, gasping as he moved in and out of her with slow firm strokes. “Look at me.” He punctuated his demand with a sharp thrust. Her eyes shot open, more awake now then she had been moments ago. “Don’t close you eyes.”

Chloe nodded in response and then he was moving faster, lifting her hips of the bed so that he could slide even deeper. Since he’d first taken her she hadn’t been able to touch him, reach out to kiss him. So she struggled in his grasp, pulling at her hands, but his grip tightened. “Ollie...” she pleaded, giving her hands a sharp yank to try to get her point across.

“No,” he ground out and pounded into her harder. She relented as he expected she would, whimpering as he fucked her harder, wanting to hear her scream. He lowered his head, grabbing one nipple in his mouth and biting down on it, she whimpered, pulling at her hands again, her body bucking underneath his own.

Suddenly he was rolling them over and she was on top of him, the last place she expected to be. He released her hands and drew her mouth to his own, she kissed him back hungrily, missing the feel of his lips on hers that usually accompanied sex. Even as his tongue tangled with her own she felt him pulling her hands behind her back and pulling her up into a sitting position. She cried out as he sunk deeper into her, pushing against protesting muscles, forcing her to cry out. “Oh god! Ollie...I can’t.” She whimpered, her body needing him, but betraying her with exhaustion. She would have collapsed forward if it weren’t for him holding her hands behind her back. His fingers touched her clit and she gasped, pushing her body onto him.

“Harder,” he demanded, yanking at her wrist as he bucked his hips. “Come on Chloe.”

She whimpered pitifully, grinding into him, trying to find the release that eluded, her body to weak to even try to obtain it. He yanked her hands down, thrusting up into her, and she rode him harder. Suddenly his hands weren’t pulling so sharply on her wrists and lowered her slowly onto his chest.

“What do you want Chloe.” She arched into him, whimpering, thrusting her breasts into his face. Taking one nipple into his mouth he sucked hard onto it, dragging his teeth over the taut skin. “What do you want?”

“Please Oliver,” she almost sobbed into his neck, “I can’t...please.”

“You can’t what?” he demanded, wrapping an arm around her hips and yanking her down harder onto his shaft. She whined softly.

“I can’t come on my own...please.” Fingers probed at her and she felt him slide a finger again along the length of his erection, stretching her.

He watched her toss her head back screaming as she ground down upon him, taking him and the length of his finger inside of her. He snatched one nipple in his teeth, biting gently on the hardened nub.

It was too much at once, and regardless that she wanted to pass out she pressed herself onto him, gasping at the feeling of him deep inside her, filling her, the added length next to him and his teeth on her nipple only making it more intense. And then suddenly she was there, screaming, pressing herself harder onto him and grinding against his pelvic bone. Even as she slumped forward he tossed her onto her back, lifted her hips against his own, and slammed into her. If she hadn’t been on the verge of passing out she would have noted the way he panted, the sweat glistening his brow, the look of concentration his face, the desperation. Instead her eyes fell shut, her head lolling from side to side as he continued to move inside of her. She still whimpered, grasping at the blanket, and then he called her name, thrust into her frantically and collapsed.

It wasn’t until moments later, with the weight of his body almost suffocating her, did she realize he was shaking. It took some effort but she rolled him off of her and moved herself up his chest. “Ollie.” His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be more shivering then anything. His body was cool...too cool. Grabbing the blanket she pulled it up over his body. “Baby,” she palmed his rough cheek, “look at me.” His eyes opened, brown ones staring back at her own. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said and nodded, hating the way his teeth chattered. Wrapping an arm around her waist he rolled onto his side and pulled her against him, burying his face into her chest.

“Are you sure?” She asked with concern as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

He nodded into her breasts. “It’s normal, coming back down.” A tremor ran through his body and he hated the feel of weakness, dependency on something, especially a drug. It would be out of his system soon enough, but it would still take a couple of days before he was totally over the feel of the lack of it.

It was a drug, for a moment she forgot. “Will you be okay? Without it I mean?” She asked, suddenly becoming alarmed at what might happen come morning.

“I only took it once.” Another tremor and he squeezed her closer. “It’s fine.”

“Okay,” she whispered, taking his work for it, and relented. Regardless of how tired she was, the feel of him shaking against her and the concern she felt kept her awake for hours.
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It was almost evening the next day when she woke and for the first time didn’t feel like death. She’d woken only a handful of times since the previous night. A few times to relieve herself, once to eat something and speak with Clark and Emil, and another time to shower. He’d woken to shower with her, and she’d done most of the work for the both of them. Although he had stopped shaking, he stood there tiredly, one hand propped against the tiles for support. Then he’d collapsed into bed again, dragging her against his body and burying his face into her neck, gripping her tightly.

The sun was starting to set, and she just laid there, watching the TV on mute, running her hand up and down his back, trying to comfort him even in sleep. It wasn’t long before he stirred, rolling over onto his back. She inquired as to whether he was okay, but he only nodded. Instead of pushing further, she slid against him, resting a hand on his chest and resting her face against his.

“I’m sorry.”

The sudden apology made her lift her head and look down on him. “Why?” He turned to her for the first time, and looked almost confused.

“I thought I could handle it, just ride it out. I thought it was worth it as long as we caught the leader in charge of manufacturing the drugs.”

Instead of dwelling on why he was apologizing she tried to find out the rest of the story. “What happened?”

“I was in the ring, getting my ass handed to me. Then one of the guys in the corner handed it to me, promised it would give me the boost I needed.” He sighed and turned away from her, staring up at the darkened ceiling.

“I thought you weren’t going to-”

“Well I did!” he snapped, whipping his head around to face her. She snatched her hand back, withdrawing from him. Grabbing her hand he pulled it back to his chest and rolled onto his side to face her. “I’m sorry. It’s just this drug...I...” He stopped, noting the wary look on her face. There was no excuse, and he felt ashamed for even trying to offer one.  Shaking his head, he stopped trying. “I was wrong, I’m sorry.” There was a beat and then her hand was sliding up his chest and touching his cheek. “And I’m sorry about last night, for how I was.” He paused, studying her face for any sign that she blamed him, but her face was as relaxed as it usually was when waking in bed next to him. “I wish you wouldn’t have stayed.”

“Ollie,” she chuckled softly, “you didn’t hurt me.” She shook her head and looked at him with a small measure of pity. “A good fuck never hurt anyone.” He arched an eyebrow at her choice of words. “Too vulgar?”

“No, but I was much rougher than I would have ever been. Not to mention I was so juiced up I exceeded my normal strength.” He reached out to her neck, brushing his fingers over the bite marks on her shoulder. “I shouldn’t have taken that on you.”

“If I didn’t want it I would have told you so.” Tilting her head up she pressed a kiss to his lips. “Besides,” she whispered against his lips, “I kind of like this dominating side of Oliver Queen.” He frowned at her response and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t joke.”

“I’m not.” Brushing her thumb over his lips she pressed a gentle kiss to his frown. “And I love you. If the worst thing that comes from a mission is some rough sex, then I think we're getting off lucky.”

“You swear?” he asked, still not sure if they were fine. She sighed and slid her hand to the back of his head, forcing his forehead against her own.

“I swear,” she promised and pressed another kiss to his lips.

He sighed in relief, bringing a hand to her waist and pulling her against him. “I love you too.”