5 Times Oliver Used Sex to Distract Chloe--1/5
Author: BlueSuede
Title: 5 Times Oliver Used Sex (Successfully or Unsuccessfully) to Distract Chloe
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver
Summary: Title speaks for itself
Warning: If you didn't already realize just from the title that this was nothing but smut...you deserve what you get. ;)
1. Because They Wrecked Watchtower
“Oliver?”
“Hey, AC, what’s up?” Oliver asked in a hushed voice, sitting up in bed and heading cautiously for the door, hoping not to disturb Chloe next to him.
“Is Chloe with you?” he asked.
Oliver frowned, concern taking over as he shut the door to the bedroom softly. “Yeah. Why? Is everything all right?”
“Well...define ‘all right?’”
“AC,” Oliver warned, not liking the way the other man was dodging the question.
“Okay, so Bart may have--”
“Hey! It wasn’t all me!” Bart’s voice interrupted. “Listen, Bossman, it might have been a little bit my fault, but AC--”
“Would you two give me the phone!” Dinah’s voice came over from the other end. “Oliver?” she asked, apparently having commandeered the phone.
Oliver rubbed his face. Thank God. Someone sane. “What’s going on, Dinah?” he asked.
“Listen, we need you to keep Chloe busy for the morning.”
“What? Why?”
“Bart and AC were goofing off and they accidentally knocked into one of Chloe’s computers at Watchtower.”
“WHAT?” Oliver shouted, momentarily forgetting to keep his voice down.
“I know. Well you know how it’s all set up here. You knock one over...”
“You knock them all over,” he groaned. Chloe was going to flip.
“Yeah,” she said with a weary sigh. “But relax. I’ve called in Emil and Victor, and they’re going to get over here as soon as possible and put everything back together, but we all think it would be best if Chloe didn’t know about this. It’s not just that Bart and AC want to stay out of trouble--which they won’t--” she added loudly for the boys’ benefit, “--she’s just been so stressed out, and we don’t want to upset her unnecessarily. Emil and Vic will set things right.”
“Right,” Oliver groaned. “How long do you need?”
“Until the afternoon at least.”
“Dinah! How on earth do you think I’m going to be able to keep her here?”
“I don’t know, Oliver. You’re the billionaire CEO. Think of something. I’ll text you when all’s clear,” she said and hung up before Oliver could protest.
He looked at the door to his bedroom and heaved a sigh. It was all fine and well for them, but preventing Chloe from going into Watchtower was like trying to keep a trained Police-dog from noticing the bad full of cocaine in your backseat.
He took a deep breath. Well, here went absolutely nothing.
He padded softly back into the room and purposefully turned off the alarm on the bedside table before sliding slowly into bed beside Chloe, thinking the longer she stayed asleep, the easier this would be on him.
Chloe stirred gently, turning in his arms to look at him, a sleepy smile on her face.
Damn.
“Morning,” she said drowsily.
“Morning,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmm,” she said, “who was on the phone?”
“My secretary,” he lied. “My first meeting today was cancelled, so I have the morning off.” Technically, he’d gotten that call the night before, so at least it was partially true.
She frowned slightly. “What time is it?”
“Early,” he said. “go to sleep.”
Ignoring him, she pushed herself up and glanced at the clock. “Oliver,” she admonished, “It’s almost 9 o’clock. And why isn’t my alarm set?”
He tugged her back down. “Come on,” he said, kissing her neck. “Stay in bed with me. I never get a morning off.”
Chloe closed her eyes and groaned as his lips worked her neck. “Tempting, but there’s something I wanted to take care of this morning, and I don’t want it hanging over me.”
“Can’t it wait?” he asked as she started turning to sit up and get out of bed. He tightened his arms around her and pulled her back to spoon against him, this time taking her ear in his teeth.
“Ollie,” she whined. “Not really,” she said, only half-believing herself. Maybe it could wait just a few hours...
“Sure it can,” he said, spotting the falter in her resolve.
“I really shouldn’t--”
He snaked his hand around her waist and between her thighs at the exact moment she tried to pull away. His hand cupped her heat, gently rubbing it through her panties. She groaned as he whispered hotly in her ear. “Isn’t the fact that you shouldn’t half the fun? Come on, play hookie for a day.”
She groaned his name but then seemed to summon up her courage. “But I really shouldn’t.”
He slipped his hand inside her panties and stroked a finger along her damp folds. “Exactly,” he said in her ear.
She bucked her hips involuntarily back, pressing against his hardening erection. “Mmmmm....and you definitely don’t have to be anywhere?” she questioned feebly.
His thumb flicked across her clit and he whispered deviously in her ear. “Definitely not.”
She cried out and bucked against him again.
“Does that mean we’re staying in bed?” he asked, smirking victoriously, sliding a finger inside her.
“Oh god...YES!” she cried out.
His smirk became more pronounced. Great. Now he just had to keep it up for about five hours or so....
He rolled his eyes, grateful she couldn’t see him.
He began thrusting his finger slowly in and out of her, eventually adding a second finger and enjoying the way her tight walls clenched around him. He bit her shoulder gently. “You’re so wet,” he said, his cock twitching to be inside her.
She chuckled breathily. “Well, I had a really good dream about you last night,” she smirked, her hips moving against his hand.
Slowly he rendered her incapable of speech as he picked up the pace, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit each time he shoved his fingers inside of her, but then, just as she was about to reach her climax, he cries growing louder and louder, he pulled out of her, eliciting the loudest cry of all--this one from frustration.
He hated to do it, but an unsatisfied Chloe was one who would stay in bed with him.
It was going to be a very long morning for Chloe Sullivan.
“Oliver,” she whined, starting to turn in his arms to face him, and most likely straddle him. He tightened his grip, though, stopping her.
“Mm-mm,” he said wickedly, “I’m not finished yet.”
He slid his hand slowly up over her hipbone, and liquid heat seemed to pool in Chloe’s stomach at the frustration of feeling his fingers glide away from her core. His hand curled under the hem of her white tank top, and he pulled it over her head before tossing it over her and onto the floor beside the bed. He eased his other arm under her for a little support but then cupped her breasts, his calloused hands causing her to groan uncontrollably. Her thighs were aching so badly she thought they would splinter into hundreds of pieces. He massaged her breasts gently for a little while, Chloe’s hands eventually covering his own, though she was dazed he couldn’t tell whether she was encouraging him or trying to guide them lower. He pinched her nipples ligthly between his fingers and her whole body arched wildly against him.
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
Pleased, he brought his lips against her neck and started sucking lightly on her pulse point, intentionally leaving a mark, knowing she’d think about exactly this feeling every time she saw it in the mirror.
He continued to flick his thumbs over her hardened peaks, drawing out a reaction from her he hadn’t realized was possible.
She was going to come just from this.
Holy shit, that’s hot, he thought vaguely, he cock now growing painfully hard just at the thought.
But he couldn’t let her get there yet. He needed her totally hooked so she wouldn’t leave the bed for hours.
He slowed his ministrations, easing up, chuckling darkly as Chloe made a whining noise in the back of her throat, pressing her breasts into his hands as if she thought she could stop him from getting distracted from them.
“Oliver, don’t--” she pleaded, and she felt his smirk against her neck.
“Don’t?” he asked, knowing full well she was going to tell him not to stop but sliding his hands lower onto her stomach anyway. “If you insist.” Her moan of frustration was nearly murderous and he swallowed almost nervously.
“Oh, God, Ollie!” she whined.
“Shhh,” he soothed, her, grazing her jaw with his lips while she writhed in frustration. He moved his hand back to the hem of her panties and slowly pushed them down, Chloe lifting her legs toward her chest to help. “You know I’ll get you there,” he promised. “I’m just taking my time.” He brought his hand back up to turn her head up so he could kiss her lips. She bit his lower lip in punishment, but he could tell she wasn’t really angry, just frustrated.
She could join the club.
As he kissed her, his free hand abandoned her cheek and moved to shed his boxers, tossing them over his head to join the rest of their clothing in obscurity.
She moaned hungrily into his mouth as she felt his newly freed cock pressing insistently against her ass. Her tongue darted into his mouth in encouragement.
With torturous slowness, Oliver skimmed his hand light as a feather over her arm, down to her hip, and along her thigh before finding her knee, teasing the underside of it with a light, tickling touch. Her entire body twitched in response, and he grinned against her lips.
“Tease,” she muttered.
“Mm...” he moaned into her mouth, before pulling his lips from hers and simultaneously hiking her thigh over his. “But I always deliver,” he pointed out ominously.
Chloe closed her eyes, feeling almost scandalous in this position, her thighs spread incredibly wide, the soft cotton sheet the only thing hiding her from total exposure, her nipples rubbing against the fabric.
Oliver’s left hand, beneath her, slid upward to create a pillow for her head, his lips once again finding her throat while he grazed his hand up and down the inside of her thigh, his cock pressing against her entrance.
“Ollie!” she groaned, arching so far against him she thought her spine might snap in half. Her thighs were on fire.
Taking her cue, Oliver slid deeply into her with one thrust, her core already so soaked the movement was easy.
He moved slowly in and out of her, her eyes closing in ecstasy as he nipped playfully at her shoulder, his right hand holding down her thigh, pinning it open to keep her spread wide for him.
“Oliver,” she begged, “Harder.”
He grunted, already having difficultly controlling himself. She was going to kill him. He was never going to make it out of this alive. Not a chance. His pace quickened in spite of himself.
Well, if he was going down, he was going down guns blazing. He dragged his hand up the inside of her thigh once more and this time moved to her clit, his fingers tracing light circles over it as he pumped into her, teasing her enough to make her wild, not quite pressing hard enough to make her come.
...yet.
“Oh...oh God,” she practically screamed, and Oliver couldn’t help it as his pace quickened still more. “More,” she pleaded with him. “Oh God, Ollie, more!”
Her demands did not go unanswered as he pressed his finger just that little bit more firmly against her over-sensitized bud, continuing to thrust into her. Within seconds she was crying out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on her, rendering her utterly helpless as Oliver rode it out, continuing to move in and out of her until her orgasm completely and she went limp in his arms. Then and only then did Oliver let himself follow, crashing shortly afterwards, praying that she was worn out enough to fall alseep, although not exactly certain he would be opposed to round two if she didn’t.
Eventually catching her breath, Chloe turned in his arms, grinning at him and then pressing a very pleased kiss against his lips. “You should stay home from work every day,” she said happily, with the unmistakable expression of a well-loved woman.
He grinned back at her, pulling her against him. Perhaps round two was in sight after all. “I could say the same to you,” he teased.
With a little sigh, she started to pull away. “Maybe so,” she said, “but I really should go in,” she told him regretfully.
Panicking slightly, Oliver rolled on top of her, pinning her hands above her head on either side of the pillow.
Not entirely displeased but still surprised, Chloe’s eyebrows arched dramatically. “Oliver,” she chided, a laugh in her voice. “Honestly.”
“Mmm,” he leaned down and kissed her lingeringly, not releasing her hands. “I honestly am not letting you off the hook that easily. Besides, I keep telling you I’m not through with you. When are you going to believe me?”
Chloe laughed as he started kissing a path down her throat, pausing to nip playfully at her collarbone.
“Manwhore,” she accused.
“Uh huh,” he agreed cheerfully.
At two o’clock in the afternoon, Oliver’s phone buzzed with the text message alerting them that the coast was clear and all was well.
Neither Chloe nor Oliver heard it.
Next: Because He Was Hiding Something in the Clocktower
Title: 5 Times Oliver Used Sex (Successfully or Unsuccessfully) to Distract Chloe
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver
Summary: Title speaks for itself
Warning: If you didn't already realize just from the title that this was nothing but smut...you deserve what you get. ;)
1. Because They Wrecked Watchtower
“Oliver?”
“Hey, AC, what’s up?” Oliver asked in a hushed voice, sitting up in bed and heading cautiously for the door, hoping not to disturb Chloe next to him.
“Is Chloe with you?” he asked.
Oliver frowned, concern taking over as he shut the door to the bedroom softly. “Yeah. Why? Is everything all right?”
“Well...define ‘all right?’”
“AC,” Oliver warned, not liking the way the other man was dodging the question.
“Okay, so Bart may have--”
“Hey! It wasn’t all me!” Bart’s voice interrupted. “Listen, Bossman, it might have been a little bit my fault, but AC--”
“Would you two give me the phone!” Dinah’s voice came over from the other end. “Oliver?” she asked, apparently having commandeered the phone.
Oliver rubbed his face. Thank God. Someone sane. “What’s going on, Dinah?” he asked.
“Listen, we need you to keep Chloe busy for the morning.”
“What? Why?”
“Bart and AC were goofing off and they accidentally knocked into one of Chloe’s computers at Watchtower.”
“WHAT?” Oliver shouted, momentarily forgetting to keep his voice down.
“I know. Well you know how it’s all set up here. You knock one over...”
“You knock them all over,” he groaned. Chloe was going to flip.
“Yeah,” she said with a weary sigh. “But relax. I’ve called in Emil and Victor, and they’re going to get over here as soon as possible and put everything back together, but we all think it would be best if Chloe didn’t know about this. It’s not just that Bart and AC want to stay out of trouble--which they won’t--” she added loudly for the boys’ benefit, “--she’s just been so stressed out, and we don’t want to upset her unnecessarily. Emil and Vic will set things right.”
“Right,” Oliver groaned. “How long do you need?”
“Until the afternoon at least.”
“Dinah! How on earth do you think I’m going to be able to keep her here?”
“I don’t know, Oliver. You’re the billionaire CEO. Think of something. I’ll text you when all’s clear,” she said and hung up before Oliver could protest.
He looked at the door to his bedroom and heaved a sigh. It was all fine and well for them, but preventing Chloe from going into Watchtower was like trying to keep a trained Police-dog from noticing the bad full of cocaine in your backseat.
He took a deep breath. Well, here went absolutely nothing.
He padded softly back into the room and purposefully turned off the alarm on the bedside table before sliding slowly into bed beside Chloe, thinking the longer she stayed asleep, the easier this would be on him.
Chloe stirred gently, turning in his arms to look at him, a sleepy smile on her face.
Damn.
“Morning,” she said drowsily.
“Morning,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmm,” she said, “who was on the phone?”
“My secretary,” he lied. “My first meeting today was cancelled, so I have the morning off.” Technically, he’d gotten that call the night before, so at least it was partially true.
She frowned slightly. “What time is it?”
“Early,” he said. “go to sleep.”
Ignoring him, she pushed herself up and glanced at the clock. “Oliver,” she admonished, “It’s almost 9 o’clock. And why isn’t my alarm set?”
He tugged her back down. “Come on,” he said, kissing her neck. “Stay in bed with me. I never get a morning off.”
Chloe closed her eyes and groaned as his lips worked her neck. “Tempting, but there’s something I wanted to take care of this morning, and I don’t want it hanging over me.”
“Can’t it wait?” he asked as she started turning to sit up and get out of bed. He tightened his arms around her and pulled her back to spoon against him, this time taking her ear in his teeth.
“Ollie,” she whined. “Not really,” she said, only half-believing herself. Maybe it could wait just a few hours...
“Sure it can,” he said, spotting the falter in her resolve.
“I really shouldn’t--”
He snaked his hand around her waist and between her thighs at the exact moment she tried to pull away. His hand cupped her heat, gently rubbing it through her panties. She groaned as he whispered hotly in her ear. “Isn’t the fact that you shouldn’t half the fun? Come on, play hookie for a day.”
She groaned his name but then seemed to summon up her courage. “But I really shouldn’t.”
He slipped his hand inside her panties and stroked a finger along her damp folds. “Exactly,” he said in her ear.
She bucked her hips involuntarily back, pressing against his hardening erection. “Mmmmm....and you definitely don’t have to be anywhere?” she questioned feebly.
His thumb flicked across her clit and he whispered deviously in her ear. “Definitely not.”
She cried out and bucked against him again.
“Does that mean we’re staying in bed?” he asked, smirking victoriously, sliding a finger inside her.
“Oh god...YES!” she cried out.
His smirk became more pronounced. Great. Now he just had to keep it up for about five hours or so....
He rolled his eyes, grateful she couldn’t see him.
He began thrusting his finger slowly in and out of her, eventually adding a second finger and enjoying the way her tight walls clenched around him. He bit her shoulder gently. “You’re so wet,” he said, his cock twitching to be inside her.
She chuckled breathily. “Well, I had a really good dream about you last night,” she smirked, her hips moving against his hand.
Slowly he rendered her incapable of speech as he picked up the pace, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit each time he shoved his fingers inside of her, but then, just as she was about to reach her climax, he cries growing louder and louder, he pulled out of her, eliciting the loudest cry of all--this one from frustration.
He hated to do it, but an unsatisfied Chloe was one who would stay in bed with him.
It was going to be a very long morning for Chloe Sullivan.
“Oliver,” she whined, starting to turn in his arms to face him, and most likely straddle him. He tightened his grip, though, stopping her.
“Mm-mm,” he said wickedly, “I’m not finished yet.”
He slid his hand slowly up over her hipbone, and liquid heat seemed to pool in Chloe’s stomach at the frustration of feeling his fingers glide away from her core. His hand curled under the hem of her white tank top, and he pulled it over her head before tossing it over her and onto the floor beside the bed. He eased his other arm under her for a little support but then cupped her breasts, his calloused hands causing her to groan uncontrollably. Her thighs were aching so badly she thought they would splinter into hundreds of pieces. He massaged her breasts gently for a little while, Chloe’s hands eventually covering his own, though she was dazed he couldn’t tell whether she was encouraging him or trying to guide them lower. He pinched her nipples ligthly between his fingers and her whole body arched wildly against him.
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
Pleased, he brought his lips against her neck and started sucking lightly on her pulse point, intentionally leaving a mark, knowing she’d think about exactly this feeling every time she saw it in the mirror.
He continued to flick his thumbs over her hardened peaks, drawing out a reaction from her he hadn’t realized was possible.
She was going to come just from this.
Holy shit, that’s hot, he thought vaguely, he cock now growing painfully hard just at the thought.
But he couldn’t let her get there yet. He needed her totally hooked so she wouldn’t leave the bed for hours.
He slowed his ministrations, easing up, chuckling darkly as Chloe made a whining noise in the back of her throat, pressing her breasts into his hands as if she thought she could stop him from getting distracted from them.
“Oliver, don’t--” she pleaded, and she felt his smirk against her neck.
“Don’t?” he asked, knowing full well she was going to tell him not to stop but sliding his hands lower onto her stomach anyway. “If you insist.” Her moan of frustration was nearly murderous and he swallowed almost nervously.
“Oh, God, Ollie!” she whined.
“Shhh,” he soothed, her, grazing her jaw with his lips while she writhed in frustration. He moved his hand back to the hem of her panties and slowly pushed them down, Chloe lifting her legs toward her chest to help. “You know I’ll get you there,” he promised. “I’m just taking my time.” He brought his hand back up to turn her head up so he could kiss her lips. She bit his lower lip in punishment, but he could tell she wasn’t really angry, just frustrated.
She could join the club.
As he kissed her, his free hand abandoned her cheek and moved to shed his boxers, tossing them over his head to join the rest of their clothing in obscurity.
She moaned hungrily into his mouth as she felt his newly freed cock pressing insistently against her ass. Her tongue darted into his mouth in encouragement.
With torturous slowness, Oliver skimmed his hand light as a feather over her arm, down to her hip, and along her thigh before finding her knee, teasing the underside of it with a light, tickling touch. Her entire body twitched in response, and he grinned against her lips.
“Tease,” she muttered.
“Mm...” he moaned into her mouth, before pulling his lips from hers and simultaneously hiking her thigh over his. “But I always deliver,” he pointed out ominously.
Chloe closed her eyes, feeling almost scandalous in this position, her thighs spread incredibly wide, the soft cotton sheet the only thing hiding her from total exposure, her nipples rubbing against the fabric.
Oliver’s left hand, beneath her, slid upward to create a pillow for her head, his lips once again finding her throat while he grazed his hand up and down the inside of her thigh, his cock pressing against her entrance.
“Ollie!” she groaned, arching so far against him she thought her spine might snap in half. Her thighs were on fire.
Taking her cue, Oliver slid deeply into her with one thrust, her core already so soaked the movement was easy.
He moved slowly in and out of her, her eyes closing in ecstasy as he nipped playfully at her shoulder, his right hand holding down her thigh, pinning it open to keep her spread wide for him.
“Oliver,” she begged, “Harder.”
He grunted, already having difficultly controlling himself. She was going to kill him. He was never going to make it out of this alive. Not a chance. His pace quickened in spite of himself.
Well, if he was going down, he was going down guns blazing. He dragged his hand up the inside of her thigh once more and this time moved to her clit, his fingers tracing light circles over it as he pumped into her, teasing her enough to make her wild, not quite pressing hard enough to make her come.
...yet.
“Oh...oh God,” she practically screamed, and Oliver couldn’t help it as his pace quickened still more. “More,” she pleaded with him. “Oh God, Ollie, more!”
Her demands did not go unanswered as he pressed his finger just that little bit more firmly against her over-sensitized bud, continuing to thrust into her. Within seconds she was crying out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on her, rendering her utterly helpless as Oliver rode it out, continuing to move in and out of her until her orgasm completely and she went limp in his arms. Then and only then did Oliver let himself follow, crashing shortly afterwards, praying that she was worn out enough to fall alseep, although not exactly certain he would be opposed to round two if she didn’t.
Eventually catching her breath, Chloe turned in his arms, grinning at him and then pressing a very pleased kiss against his lips. “You should stay home from work every day,” she said happily, with the unmistakable expression of a well-loved woman.
He grinned back at her, pulling her against him. Perhaps round two was in sight after all. “I could say the same to you,” he teased.
With a little sigh, she started to pull away. “Maybe so,” she said, “but I really should go in,” she told him regretfully.
Panicking slightly, Oliver rolled on top of her, pinning her hands above her head on either side of the pillow.
Not entirely displeased but still surprised, Chloe’s eyebrows arched dramatically. “Oliver,” she chided, a laugh in her voice. “Honestly.”
“Mmm,” he leaned down and kissed her lingeringly, not releasing her hands. “I honestly am not letting you off the hook that easily. Besides, I keep telling you I’m not through with you. When are you going to believe me?”
Chloe laughed as he started kissing a path down her throat, pausing to nip playfully at her collarbone.
“Manwhore,” she accused.
“Uh huh,” he agreed cheerfully.
At two o’clock in the afternoon, Oliver’s phone buzzed with the text message alerting them that the coast was clear and all was well.
Neither Chloe nor Oliver heard it.
Next: Because He Was Hiding Something in the Clocktower