Chlollie Fanfic: Beauty in the Breakdown IV - Falling In, Part 8
Some more Chlollie in the House, yah! :-D
Enjoy. Rated NC-17, so no minors, thanks.
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown IV - Falling In
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17 for realz
Warnings: Lots of sex
Timeline: Season 9; an expansion of Chlollie post-Warrior
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Series Summary: With Oliver by her side, Chloe learns to let go, find peace, and fall in love.
Story Summary: The bond between Oliver and Chloe continues to deepen.
Feedback: …is yummy. J
Written for sxymami0909, based on my favourite song on the Chlollie playlist she sent me. Thanks for getting the ball rolling, Cori! J
Awesome banner by ellashy. Awesome work there, babes, and thanks again! :-)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here
Beauty in the Breakdown IV
Falling In
Every time I see your face
My heart takes off on a high-speed chase, now
Don’t be scared, it’s only love
Baby, that we’re falling in…
- Falling In, by Lifehouse
Part 8
It had worked.
Oliver smiled triumphantly as Chloe kissed him hard, her tongue stroking his boldly. Baby pictures were definitely made of win when it came to winning a woman’s heart - or at least, in this case, stopping her from sneaking out.
Chloe’s lips slid lower and she flicked her tongue over the tiny dent in his chin, glancing up at him with a smile.
“I’ve wanted to do that from the moment I first laid eyes on you,” she breathed.
His eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously?”
She nodded, a naughty gleam in her eye. “Mmm-hmm.”
Interesting. He remembered her being a little flustered at their first meeting, but he’d thought it was merely from being in the presence of a famous billionaire. That she’d actually been attracted to him even then…
…Well. That put a whole new spin on things.
A tiny smile lifted the corners of his mouth. If there was a part of her that had entertained the idea of him and her together, it certainly gave him a whole lot more to work with - and to fight for.
But he wondered why he was philosophising when he ought to be concentrating on her lips that had travelled lower, skirting across his sternum and pressing soft kisses over his heart. He threaded a hand though her soft, wavy tresses, kneading her scalp gently with the tips of his fingers whilst stroking her back with his other hand.
She kissed, and then licked at his nipple and he inhaled sharply, his hand tightening reflexively on her shoulder. Tiny shocks ran through his entire body and pooled in his groin, resulting in an involuntarily thrust of his hips against the smooth skin of her belly. Then she sucked his nipple into her mouth and he took a shuddering breath, feeling dizzy as his blood rushed south, making him harder than ever.
There was a lot Chloe had wanted to do with him, apparently. And she seemed determined to have her way with him this morning, because her fingers travelled down his body until she got to his straining length. Her small hand enveloped him and caressed him with firm, slow strokes that felt impossibly, incredibly good.
“Oh, Chloe,” he groaned, his heart thumping so hard and so loud he half expected it to burst right out of his chest. She squeezed her fingers harder around him and her caresses grew bolder, brushing her thumb through the slick moisture gathering at the tip of his cock.
It was frightening, the way her untutored touch had the power to unravel him completely. Oliver’s breaths came faster and faster as her mouth travelled lower, blazing a slow, hot trail over his ribs and abdomen and then perilously close to the straining flesh where he so desperately needed to feel her. Her hair tickled the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as she grasped him in her hand, and he was on the verge of begging when she slowly, ever so slowly, lowered her mouth onto him.
Oliver hissed as his turgid flesh was surrounded by the moist warmth of her mouth. Chloe began a slow slide up and down his shaft and pure sensation blazed through his entire body. Precome surged from him into her mouth but she didn’t seem to mind, licking the earthy moisture from the head of his cock with long strokes. Oliver groaned and clenched his fingers loosely in her hair, determined to enjoy this for as long as possible.
He opened his eyes and glanced down at her, thoroughly turned on by the picture she made. Tenderly he brushed her hair away from her face, thankful that it wasn’t long enough for her to hide behind. Because watching her small mouth moving on his hard flesh was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever seen.
She was taking her time, and he got the impression that she was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing. Her movements were exploratory, as though she was discovering his body, learning him…
…memorising him, he realised with a jolt.
With a sick sense of dread, he knew that she planned to leave him today, once this was over. Stalls or distractions weren’t going to work anymore; her mind was made up. And the thought of going on without her by his side shook him to the core.
Her mouth tightened on him, sucking him harder. Oliver groaned and reached for her shoulders, pulling her up until she was lying on top of him again.
He stared into her eyes, studying her face, loving the way her parted lips were flushed and moist from loving him.
“Ollie?” she whispered.
He pulled her head down and gave her a deep, searching kiss, tasting himself on her lips. With his other hand he blindly reached for her breast, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers until she moaned and arched against him, her nipple thrusting against his palm.
Oliver wrenched his lips from hers and hoisted her higher so that he could tease the stiff tip with his mouth. Her moans escalated as he flicked his tongue against her, rose even higher when he sucked her breast hard. He shifted one hand to slide between her thighs, seeking her moist core.
“I want you so much, Chloe,” he breathed raggedly, easing his fingers inside her and thrusting deep. “So much…”
She uttered a choked sob and parted her thighs wider, clinging to him fiercely. Oliver fastened his lips to her nipple again, sucking her firmly whilst his hand teased her moist flesh. His thumb brushed over her clit and she shivered, pushing her hips hard against his hand.
She was close, he could tell; but he wasn’t ready for her to come just yet. Carefully he turned them over so that he was on top, his hand still pleasuring her, and slid down her body until his breath was hot against her sensitive flesh.
If this was to be the last time he would ever make love to her, he wanted her to remember it...remember him. He was going to stamp himself indelibly on her memory, so that she would never forget how good they had been together. And if he completely ruined her for any other man so that no-one else could measure up…well, that would be a pleasant bonus.
Oliver brushed his lips along the soft skin of her inner thigh, maintaining a slow, steady thrust with his fingers as his lips moved closer and closer to her centre. Chloe sobbed and pleaded for his touch, her heels digging ardently into his back as one hand clutched his hair and guided him to her aching flesh.
He craved her taste as much as she craved his touch, if not more; and he wasn’t going to keep her waiting. Oliver stroked his tongue firmly over her intimate flesh and she gasped, her back arching off the bed as his name fell from her lips in a harsh whisper. Over and over he tasted her, teasing her clit with feather-light flicks of his tongue and light sucking as his fingers thrust deep within her tight, warm sheath.
Chloe’s hand tightened almost painfully in his hair and he could feel her thighs beginning to quiver as her orgasm approached. He moved his hand harder and deeper, his fingers finding and pressing on her G-spot as his tongue continued to caress her intimately.
“Oliver…oh, God!” she cried sharply as pleasure undulated through her body in waves, causing her intimate flesh to clasp his fingers in tight ripples. Oliver let her ride out the sensual storm before moving up her body and taking her hands in his, clasping their fingers together tightly. Slowly he pushed into her, staring into her hazel-green eyes as they joined. Her insides still pulsed from the orgasm she’d just had, and her internal muscles squeezed him involuntarily as he sheathed himself within her tight heat.
It was a miracle he didn’t come the moment he entered her. A wave of emotion, strong and passionate, enveloped him as her legs went around his waist and her fingers clenched his fervently. Oliver ceased worrying about tomorrow, or even about the next hour, and just followed the dictates of his body. This was the here and now; a man and a woman, locked together in a passionate embrace as old as time itself.
“Chloe,” he whispered softly, stroking the side of her hand with his thumb. “Oh, Chloe…”
She smiled up at him, her eyes revealing all sorts of emotions, and the power of speech deserted him. He made love to her, letting his body say the words his mouth was unable to convey. Chloe gave herself to him freely, matching him thrust for thrust, kissing his throat, his cheek; any part of his skin that her lips could reach. And through it all, she never let go of him, her fingers linked tightly with his as surely their bodies were as one.
The storm gathered quickly within him and he succumbed to the call of his senses, thrusting harder and faster until raw pleasure surged through him in pulsing waves. He heard her cry out again, felt the evidence of her fulfilment as her intimate flesh milked him tightly.
Oliver had never in his life felt anything more intense or compelling than the heights of pleasure he was reaching with the woman in his arms. He uttered a hoarse groan as currents of sensual energy ran through them, connecting them on a deep, primal level.
The intensity eventually subsided, and the tightness in his limbs began to fade. Only when he was completely still did Chloe unlink her hands from his, stroking one hand down the length of his sweaty back while the other gently brushed the damp hair at the base of his neck.
Oliver took several deep breaths, eventually beginning to feel something close to normal. With his last shred of energy, he rolled over onto his back, taking Chloe with him, keeping them intimately joined. His arms went around her and he held her close, relishing the feel of her breasts against his chest, her heart beating right over his.
They lay together in silence for several minutes, communicating only through light, soothing touches. Oliver swallowed, the beginnings of a painful poignancy stealing over him.
It was coming; her goodbye was almost nigh. He could feel it as surely as the sun set on the horizon everyday. Her hand in his hair crept around to cup his cheek, and he stoically kept his eyes closed, as if by so doing he could put off the inevitable.
“Ollie?” she whispered, her thumb gently stroking his jaw.
This was it. He lay still; eyes shut, heart beating wildly, clinging to the moment for just a little while longer…
“Oliver…” she sat up and tugged on his hands, and he reluctantly followed her lead, opening his eyes to gaze back at her. The resigned expression on her face was no real surprise, although the genuine sadness behind those eyes was a little unexpected.
She took a deep breath, and began speaking.
“Oliver, I…I can’t even begin to thank you for everything you’ve given me lately,” she said.
I might as well have written her break-up speech myself, he thought humourlessly. Her words were almost spot-on with his speculation of the previous night. He held his breath as she went on.
“I know this must sound as corny as hell; but you helped me breathe again, helped me…live,” she said. “I was in a really dark place, and if you hadn’t come along when you did, I honestly don’t know what I would have done. No doubt it would have been something self-destructive, something I might not have been able to come back from. But you saved me from that.”
She paused again, as though gathering her wits. “Thank you, Oliver, from the bottom of my heart. You can’t possibly know how much you’ve done for me.”
But...? he thought sardonically. There was always a ‘but’ with her. And sure enough…
“You helped me find my feet,” she said. “But now it’s time I got back on them-”
“…without me,” he finished calmly. “That’s what you’re saying, isn’t it, Chloe?”
She bowed her head. “Oliver, I have to do this now, before things go any further. Please don’t be upset with me for cutting our time short.”
“It’s okay,” he said, trying to keep the edge out of his voice. “I understand. You and I…this isn’t what you want, I get it-”
Chloe shook her head vehemently and took his hand, clasping it tight. “No - no…you misunderstand me, Ollie. I’m breaking this off now not because this isn’t what I want; it’s because I’m beginning to want it too much.”
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Chapter 9…