Never a Bride-20 Part II /27
Author: BlueSuede
Title: Never a Bride
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings/Characters: primarily Chloe/Oliver
Summary: When a newspaper prints a false engagement announcement for Oliver Queen and Chloe Sullivan, and all their friends are thrilled, Chloe and Oliver decide to stage a fake engagement and breakup to prove to their friends how wrong they are for one another. Because, they will break up, won't they?
Warnings: completely Alternate Universe; also, sexual content and occasional language
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Nothing new to add except yes, I will still be leaving FFN at the end of this fanfic, and no, I will not be deleting my stories from there until such time as I can transfer them elsewhere. Thank you for all the messages and kind words. You can still PM me if you want to find out where I will be moving and posting in the future.
That's all! Enjoy! Warning: serious smut ahead! ;)
ETA: Point of clarification: I will NOT be leaving LJ any time in the foreseeable future, just FFN.
First Chapter
Previous (Chapter 20 Part I)
Next (Chapter 21)
When everything was finally laid out on the table in the barn hours later, Oliver was starving. He'd barely eaten anything all day, except for some cheese and crackers that Mrs. Kent had set out to stave everyone's hunger. They had managed to shove together two large picnic tables and spread out two of Mrs. Kent's good, long golden table cloths, and with the nice dishes and platters of piping hot, home-cooked food piled high, nothing had ever looked so delicious.
He sat between Chloe and Clark, and across from Lucy and her boyfriend, a young man in the army who appeared to be doing his best to not draw too much attention to himself. It was evident that he was intimidated by his girlfriend's father at the end of the table. "Jonathan, will you say Grace?" Martha asked when she at last arrived, walking to her seat beside him at the other end of the table.
"Of course." They bowed their heads and held hands. "Heavenly Father we thank you for this bountiful year, for good friends and for family, for this opportunity to be together, and for the incredible meal that You have placed before us. Thank you, Lord. Amen."
They all whispered their 'amens' and Chloe squeezed his hand before releasing it. He glanced at her but she was already reaching for the mashed potatoes, piling them onto her plate before passing them to her left.
"All right, I don't know about the Kents, but in our family it's tradition for everyone to say what they're thankful for this year while we pass the food," General Lane announced. "Shall we?"
"Of course," Martha said, smiling. "I think that would be lovely. Lois, would you like to start us off?" she asked her soon-to-be daughter in law, who laughed.
"I'm grateful not to have to look at any more bridesmaid's dresses." At a stern look from her father, she sobered up a bit. "I'm grateful for Clark, for keeping me grounded no matter what's happening in my life. And I'm grateful to have such a fulfilling job at the Planet." She turned to her father next to her.
"Well I have to say I'm grateful to be gaining a son soon," General Lane raised his wine goblet in Clark's direction. "You're a fine young man, Clark, and I might've been a little wary at first, but I can see that you love my daughter and that's what matters."
It was probably the most sentimental thing Lois, Chloe, or Lucy had ever heard the General say, which was why it took a moment for Lucy to realize that her mouth was hanging open and it was her turn.
"I'm thankful for not flunking out of college yet." Which was her way of saying she was thankful she was still getting straight A's. "And for not being broke yet." And for getting out of debt.
"Um…" Wes hesitated, his eyes darting nervously in the General's direction. "I'm grateful for Lu, for always making me laugh when things get too serious."
Oliver saw Lucy glance at her boyfriend, an unmistakably pleased expression on her face. She pecked him on the cheek, and it wasn't until the General cleared his throat that they moved on to Martha.
"I'm grateful for family," Martha said, smiling at her husband. "And I'm thankful that it's going to be growing. Lois, we're so glad to have you and your family here."
Oliver watched Lois's cheeks actually turn pink while Mrs. Kent passed a casserole dish to her husband, who looked like he was chewing over his words as he accepted. "I'm so thankful for the Lanes as well, and for my beautiful wife and my wonderful son. I'm thankful that this farm is still running and self-sustaining. I'm thankful for good food and company," he said. "And for such a wonderful cook," he winked at his wife, who gave him an amused smile. "Chloe?" Jonathan asked, turning to his right.
Chloe was dishing up some cranberry sauce onto her plate and seemed to be a little uncomfortable. "I'm always say that I'm thankful for my job, and that's still true, but I feel like I have to say that I'm thankful for the people who love me, who care so much about my happiness. I've been blown away by that fact this year." She didn't look at Oliver, and he would have given anything to be able to read her mind in that moment.
"Oliver?" someone prompted him and he started a little. He cleared his throat, trying to think of an honest answer. "I'm thankful…not to be alone at the end of the day when I come home. I'm thankful for Chloe and her company and that she doesn't mind having a jerk like me around." He reached under the table and squeezed her hand, swallowing a lump in his throat and deciding not to say anything else for fear of going too far. "That leaves you, Clark," he turned to the man next to him, forcing a light-hearted smile.
Everyone was beaming at Oliver, including Clark, who finally turned to Lois and said, "I think Oliver took the words out of my mouth, Lois. I'm so grateful that this wonderful woman, that you are willing to not only keep me company every day, but that you've agreed to keep me company every day for the rest of my life." He leaned over and kissed Lois modestly.
"Back atcha, Smallville," Lois said, winking at him.
Sam Lane cleared his throat. Clearly this was enough sentimentality. Oliver wondered how often he actually got sentimental around his daughters and niece, but his thoughts were immediately deterred when Chloe passed him the gravy and he could finally dig into everything on his plate. He couldn't remember ever being so hungry or anything tasting quite so delicious.
"You've done it again, Martha, absolutely incredible."
"Hear, hear," said the General.
"Absolutely amazing, Mom," Clark agreed.
Martha just beamed. "Well, I had plenty of help. Thank you, ladies."
Lois snorted. "Yeah, God knows what would have happened if Chloe and I hadn't been there to peel vegetables."
"You girls were a big help."
Chloe chuckled. "Thanks, Mrs. Kent."
"So you mentioned bridesmaid's dresses earlier, Lois. How is the wedding planning going?"
"It's really starting to move along. We've finally arranged everything with the stadium and Clark and I picked out his tux and the tuxes for the groomsmen. I've received all the RSVPs that I was waiting on," Lois took a drink of wine. "I'm actually starting to relax a little bit."
Clark snorted and Lois elbowed him. He gave her an innocent look, and Oliver chuckled.
"What about you, Chloe?" Chloe's mother asked. "I've been in touch with Oliver's mother about everything, but I barely hear from you. Have you two set a date, yet?"
"We…um…well, I figured we should pick a venue and then set an official date, but-"
"We've been thinking late May or early June," Oliver chimed in to save her. She looked distinctly uncomfortable and Oliver didn't blame her.
"What about the color scheme?" Lois asked. "We were talking about gold or green last time I saw you."
"Green?" Oliver asked.
"She looks fabulous in green," Lois explained.
Oliver smirked, "I like green."
Chloe gave him a subtle glare that no one else caught, but he could see the laughter playing on her lips. "Your mother really likes gold for us, though."
Oliver shrugged. "She'll like what you like."
"Of course," Moira agreed. "It's your wedding, Chloe. Pick what you like."
"But don't take too long on setting that date, you two," Jonathan added. "With the circle you lot run in, people need to mark their calendars long in advance."
"Oh, right, of course," Chloe agreed readily. "We're working on it."
"Are you gonna get married in a church?" Lucy questioned through a mouthful of turkey. Her father glared at her manners but she chose to ignore it.
Chloe looked at Oliver for help.
"We…weren't sure yet. There was some talk of a destination wedding, but…we decided that wasn't really for us."
"I remember Chloe telling me once that she wanted to get married in this barn," Martha chuckled.
Oliver raised an eyebrow at a now bright pink Chloe. "I was ten at the time. And I might add that that was back when everyone thought Clark and I were going to get married when we were grown up," she rolled her eyes humorously and Oliver heard Clark chuckle next to him.
"Thank God everyone saw reason eventually," Lois grinned, winking at her cousin.
Oliver failed to see what was so humorous about Chloe's former crush on Clark, but apparently it was now the subject of fond memory, he decided, watching Martha shake her head, eyes sparkling with delight.
"I think everything worked out for the best on that front," Jonathan winked at Oliver, who was busy picturing Chloe getting married in the barn, probably draped in white and twinkling with Christmas lights. It was a little too easy to picture.
"When I talked to Oliver's mother last, she and I discussed a ballroom in a nice hotel somewhere. She thinks we should look in Metropolis since that's where most of my family is," Chloe brought the subject around, "but I don't want anyone to feel excluded."
"Nonsense," the General said. "It's your wedding. The people who matter will be there no matter where it is. Pass the salt and pepper, Wes."
Wes jumped at being addressed directly but managed to pass the shakers with a respectable amount of calm about him. The General side-eyed him as he accepted them across Lucy's plate, but said nothing. Oliver suspected that this was the best interaction the two had had so far.
"I think a ball room would be lovely for you, Chloe. I can just see you in a ball gown with a long, sweeping train," Moira said pleasantly. "That sounds like a great idea. Maybe I can meet you in Metropolis next month and we can look at some places," she added hopefully.
Oliver saw Chloe's almost imperceptible hesitation before she replied, "That'd be nice, Mom," and he wondered if anyone else had caught it. He suspected that Clark and Lois, the two at the table who arguably knew Chloe best, had, but they said nothing.
Deciding a change of subject was in order, Oliver decided to ask Lucy and Wes how they had met. He felt Chloe relax a little beside him now that the spotlight was off of her and knew that he had done the right thing.
When Oliver and Chloe's family finally returned to the Sullivan home that evening, they were stuffed to the limit, and considerably sleepy, even though it was only just after 9:00 in the evening.
Oliver and Chloe tiredly climbed the stairs to her former bedroom, Oliver shutting the door behind them. He grabbed her hand and spun her around, pulling her in for a weary kiss. Chloe laughed, her head falling back, inspiring him to kiss his way along her throat instead.
"What are you doing?" she chuckled.
"We have not had one moment alone since we got out of the car two days ago," Oliver rumbled against the base of her neck. Chloe shuddered as the tremors of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. Her hands slid up his arms to steady herself.
"Ollie. Not in my parents' house," Chloe chided, but Oliver was just amused that she had called him by his nickname.
"But Chlo-ee," he mimicked her whining tone, "it's not like we're doing anything wrong."
Chloe scoffed at the complete and utter falsehood of that statement. His hands swept down her back, grabbing her ass and pressing her more tightly against, and she groaned.
At that moment her phone vibrated and Oliver paused, frowning. He looked between them at her cleavage. "Did that just come from-"
Chloe was already pulling her phone out of her bra to check the message on the screen.
"Is that work?" Oliver asked suspiciously.
"I'm just making sure," Chloe said, avoiding the question. "I'm allowed to check messages, aren't I?"
Oliver narrowed his eyes. "Not if they're from work."
She rolled her eyes. "Well how am I going to know if they're from work if I don't check them? It could just as easily be Dinah and A.C. wishing me a Happy Thanksgiving."
"Is it?"
The way she bit her lip answered his question immediately.
"Chloe…drop the phone or admit defeat," Oliver informed her.
Smirking devilishly, Chloe tossed her phone over her shoulder (knowing she could check it while he was sleeping like she had the night before) and wrapped her arms back around his neck. "Now where were we?" she asked suggestively, leading him back towards her bed and trying to ignore the sound of her phone vibrating a second time.
Oliver brushed his nose against hers and brought one of her hands down to the hard ridge of his growing erection, pressing into her hand. "We were discussing this," he said lustfully.
A chime went off and it was Chloe's turn to freeze, raising an amused eyebrow at him.
Oliver stood stock-still, staring her down before slowly reaching into his back pocket to pull out his cell phone. His eyes didn't leave Chloe's. "It's probably my parents," he said seriously.
Chloe's eyebrow quirked. "Oh, so you're allowed to check, huh?"
"Well like you said. There's only one way to know."
Chloe's eyes narrowed and Oliver's darted to the phone in his hand. "Well?" she asked. "Is it your parents?"
Oliver brought his eyes back to her and she knew the answer.
"Admitting defeat, Queen?"
"Not on your life, Sullivan," Oliver said, dropping the phone at their feet and in one swift movement, hoisting Chloe up to wrap her legs around his waist. "I have far more pressing needs, if you catch my drift."
Chloe moaned, rubbing against him and feeling her thighs tense with need. "What are you planning to do about that, Mr. Queen?" Chloe asked, biting his ear.
Oliver shuddered, wildly aroused by the formal address. "I'm going t-"
There was a knock at the door, and for the third time, they both froze in place.
Oliver almost whimpered and Chloe let out a small whining noise. "Maybe if we pretend we're asleep-"
"The light's on," Chloe reminded him.
"We fell asleep with the lights on because we were so tired."
Another knock sounded and Moira's voice came through the door. "Chloe, honey? Can I have a second? I want to give you something."
Chloe gave Oliver a helpless look and he lowered her to the ground. He stood with his back to the door, trying to control himself.
"Sure, Mom, coming!" Chloe said, reaching the door and poking her head through. "What did you need?" she asked.
"Are you both decent? I just had something for you."
Chloe bit back a sigh. "Sure, Mom." She opened the door the rest of the way and allowed her mother to come in. There was an awkward silence before Oliver took the hint.
"I'm going to…go…get water," he said, excusing himself from the room.
Moira smiled. "So I was thinking about the wedding, and-"
"Mom, I promise we can go look at venues together, it's fine," Chloe said, resisting an urge to roll her eyes. Her mother had dropped the suggestion at least four times that day.
"Not that, but good," Moira dismissed, waving her off. "I was thinking about it, and I was remembering your father's and my wedding and what I wore and what I think would look nice on you-"
"Mom," Chloe warned. She did not need more advice about wedding gowns. She was sick of the whole subject.
"And I know there's this tradition of something old, something new, etcetera and I know that your engagement ring will be your something old, so I wanted to know if you'd like to borrow the earrings I wore at my wedding," her mother finished, presenting Chloe with a small velvet box.
Chloe looked stunned. Whatever she had been expecting, this hadn't been it. "Oh," she said blankly.
"Well go on, have a look at them and see if you like them."
From the look on her mother's face, Chloe knew that even if they were the most hideous earrings on the face of the planet, she would lie through her teeth and tell Moira that she loved them. Because that was what good daughters did.
Chloe reached for the box and took it from her mother's hands, popping open the hinged lid. They were anything but hideous. A pair of tiny silver flowers with diamond chips set into them, they were modest but lovely, exactly the sort of thing Chloe could picture a younger version of her mother wearing. "Mom," she tilted her head, "they're beautiful. I'd love to wear them." Too bad that will never happen. It would have been wonderful to wear these.
"You're sure you like them?"
"They're great," Chloe said, giving her mother a hug. "Really. I love them."
"Okay, well," her mother said, clearly teary eyed but pretending not to be. "I just…well, good. I'm going to bed then. We're all exhausted."
Moira whisked out of the room and Chloe stared at the jewelry a moment longer, feeling a rush of affection for her mother. She knew she wasn't always the best daughter, but she and her mother really did love each other.
In the midst of her sentimental moment, Chloe's phone buzzed from the floor. She looked at it. She looked at the door.
No sign of Oliver yet.
She rushed to the phone and instantly pulled up her several mixed texts from Edward. The post holiday commotion simply couldn't wait, and she began firing off instructions in texts, until a loud, "AHA!" from the doorway made her jump out of her skin. She turned to find Oliver standing in the doorway, a smug look on his face. "Hand over the phone, Sullivan. You lose."
The first day that Oliver came home from work after the holiday, he found a sticky note on the door.
"Welcome home."
He smiled, raising an eyebrow at the odd gesture, and proceeded into the apartment, where he kicked off his shoes before he found a second note on the counter.
"Check the fridge," it read.
Raising an eyebrow, he walked over to the fridge and pulled open the door, where he found a bottle of Chocolate syrup sitting isolated in the middle of an empty shelf. He felt a surge of heat as he pulled a third note from the bottle.
"Bring it with you. I'm waiting."
Swallowing tightly, it was about all Oliver could do to keep from sprinting to the bedroom, but he found no sign of Chloe there.
"Chloe?" he called out tentatively, before spotting the trail of her clothes leading to the bathroom. He followed them, and when he found Chloe in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub in a matching chocolate brown corset and lace boy shorts, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.
Chloe grinned, catlike. It had been a good day back to work, and although she had argued against her defeat in their bet for the last few days, today, in this moment, she didn't mind holding up her end of the bargain. "You're late," she accused.
It was true. He'd gotten home later than expected. But he couldn't quite unscramble his thoughts enough to form any kind of reply.
Chloe sighed. "I was lonely," she said dramatically, before giving him a sly look. "I had to start without you." She slid her hand down her body and beneath her panties. When she removed her fingers, they were glistening. "Twice."
Oliver was across the room in a flash, dropping the bottle of syrup to slide his hands around her waist lustfully, bringing his lips crashing down on hers.
Chloe let out a burst of surprised laughter, making it impossible to keep kissing her lips, so he started sucking on her neck instead, determined to leave a nice, dark mark that she'd have trouble hiding later. "You," he said with an irrepressible grin, "are full of surprises, Sullivan."
"You didn't think I'd go through with it, did you?" she asked, smirking.
He quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head. "I had my doubts."
Chloe pressed her lips together, eyes dancing as she stood in front of him, before sliding down his body and crouching in front of him, being sure to graze the considerable bulge in his slacks as she did so. She bit her lip when he involuntarily bucked towards her just slightly. But instead of touching him further, she picked up the bottle of chocolate syrup and sat back down on the edge of the bathtub. She popped open the cap and poured a little on her finger, not caring when a drop missed and landed on her thigh. Oliver's eyes followed the drop as it rolled over her skin, threatening to slide all the way down her inner thigh. Until he heard Chloe's satisfied, "mmmm," as she licked the chocolate from her finger. "I have to admit," she said calmly. "I love chocolate almost as much as coffee."
He glared at her. "I thought the deal, Sullivan, was that you were going to lick the chocolate off of me," he teased.
"Well you, Queen," she mimicked, "are still wearing all of your clothes." She poured some more syrup on her finger, swirling her tongue around it to make sure she didn't miss any, a bored manner about her.
"So bossy," Oliver rolled his eyes, loosening his tie with a grin. "And I've got a lot of clothes here, Sullivan. You might have to help me out."
But Chloe just shook her head, clearly amused. "I've been waiting all this time on you, and you didn't even have the courtesy to show up naked," she chided as he tossed the tie aside and began unbuttoning his dark blue shirt. "I'm not helping you with anything." She paused before looking up at him and winking. "Yet."
She leaned her head back and poured a little syrup directly into her mouth, causing Oliver's hands to slip on the last button of his shirt. He recovered quickly and shoved it off his shoulders before wrenching open the button of his slacks and dropping them.
It was Chloe's turn to give pause when she saw the already impressive erection straining at his underwear. A rush of heat flooded her already soaked panties.
Oliver was giving her an arrogant look, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and taking a painfully long time deciding whether to take them off for her. She licked her lips unconsciously and Oliver gave in.
Chloe grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the tub with her. She'd been admiring the large, relatively unused bathtub in Oliver's master bathroom for some time, longing for a good excuse to take a bubble bath in it. This was even better.
Oliver stepped into the tub with her and spotted the tiniest smear of chocolate on the inner edge of her bottom lip, he tried to lean in and kiss it off of her, but she shook her head, dodging back and laughing lightly. "Not yet," she said. "I get to have my fun first."
"Sullivan, you are killing me here," he groaned, grabbing her roughly by the hips and pulling her closer.
"You are so impatient," she complained, stepping behind him. "Now sit down," she laughed. She couldn't help it. Why was this so much fun? She couldn't ever remember feeling this comfortable with anyone. Maybe when you didn't have the stakes of a real romance, it took the pressure off. It was nice being able to trust Oliver, who was currently obliging her and sitting down in the tub. She grabbed a towel from the other side of the tub and placed it under her knees so she could kneel comfortably behind him. It might get chocolate on it, but at least she was sparing his sheets.
Pouring a small puddle of chocolate syrup into one of her hands, she then rubbed them together and used it as a lubricant to begin massaging the kinks out of his shoulders.
Oliver shuddered from the cold syrup before he felt Chloe's slick hands begin to work the knots in his back, the lace and silk of her lingerie rubbing against him suggestively. Small, delicate fingers rubbed over his back, and he suddenly remembered Chloe's earlier suggestion that she had been playing with herself while she waited on him. "Oh my God."
Chloe smirked. She leaned over and dragged her tongue across his left shoulder, licking up the sweet smear of chocolate syrup her hands had left there. Oliver leaned back into her ministrations.
"Oh, God, Chloe. That feels amazing." His hand reached up and tangled in her hair, holding her to his neck as she reached that one sweet spot that he loved, her soft tongue raking across the sensitive skin there.
She pressed her breasts against his back, and he had no doubt that some of the chocolate had just smeared across her body as well. His head lolled back to rest on her shoulder and she giggled, pushing him to the side and climbing around him to straddle his waist, her stomach just brushing against his hard cock. Gently she nudged him until he was laying all the way back, resting his head on the edge of the tub. She grabbed the chocolate bottle and poured a thin line of syrup straight down his chest and stomach.
Oliver watched her as she poured more chocolate onto her finger, sucking her whole finger in and out of her mouth suggestively, eyes falling shut as she completely cleaned it.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw his own staring back at her with a darkened, smoldering look. She wasn't used to being the one in control with Oliver. She was honestly surprised he was even willing to let her call the shots, but it was giving her a rush. Hungrily, she leaned forward and licked the top of the line of syrup on his chest with her flattened tongue, moaning as she rocked her hips against him, attempting to ease a little of the pressure building between her legs. She ran her thumb along the next part of the line of chocolate and then rubbed it over his nipple curiously. When she leaned forward and sucked it off, Oliver let loose a loud grunt of pleasure, and she smiled as she licked it again, rewarded. She did the same to the other side and his hands buried in her hair again, encouraging her to linger a little longer before returning to the trail of syrup she was working her way down. She licked and nipped and sucked, torturing him slowly all the way down until she had nowhere left to go. Once again she poured some syrup into her hand before grasping his dick firmly in her hand and stroking it. The sound that escaped his lips was almost feral and Chloe rocked her hips again, moaning. She rubbed the pad of her thumb over the tip of his cock, leaving a thin trace of chocolate mixed with the bead of pre-cum that had appeared there. Licking her lips, Chloe slid further down his body, straddling his leg so she could press her aching pussy against it as she closed her mouth around him, swallowing as much of his long, hard shaft as she could and making up the rest of the distance with her hand, continuing to stroke him as she began to bob her head up and down around him, her tongue swirling around him all the while. She hummed with pleasure as she tried to find that right spot to release the pressure on her clit, rubbing against him and cupping his balls. His hands tightened in her hair and she moaned louder, the vibrations traveling down his cock and causing him to call out her name. She paused a moment, sucking on the very tip of his dick before lowering her head further to lick him from base to tip, flicking her tongue over the sensitive end. Oliver's hips jerked and she laughed, demanding he hold still because she couldn't possibly hold him down.
"Chloe," he barely managed to grunt. "You've got to-"
But she had already wrapped her lips around him again, hollowing her cheeks as she swallowed him again and again, bringing him closer and closer. She continued stroking his base with her hand. It was when her body slipped slightly, causing a particularly pleasurable amount of friction on her pussy that she gave a high pitched whine around him and he lost control.
"Chloe!" he warned, but she was having none of it, continuing to suck on him as she rubbed against his thigh, whining noises increasing as she got closer herself. With an uncontrollable yell he came inside her mouth, spilling his hot seed into her which she attempted to swallow.
Oliver lost whatever grip on sanity he had left, pushing Chloe back and crawling over her, capturing her mouth in his, the taste of sweet chocolate mixing with the salty flavor of his cum blended on her tongue. "You," he said against her mouth, "are fucking," he wrenched open the hooks on the front of her corset, "incredible."
Chloe cried out when Oliver's mouth dipped down and latched around her breast, her corset left spread open beneath her. She arched her back into his mouth, her breath coming raggedly as she pressed her legs together, so close but so far from climaxing. His hands roughly grabbed her breasts and his thumbs flicked across her nipples, bringing the pert pink buds to attention. Chloe whimpered and bucked her hips. In his effort to drag her panties down her smooth, creamy legs, he accidentally ripped them. Tossing them aside he shoved her legs open and in a second his head was buried in her dripping cunt, tongue dipping inside of her and licking her hard.
"Oh my God, Ollie!" she gasped, frantically clutching for purchase along the smooth sides of the bathtub. He fucked her slit with his tongue relentlessly while holding her thighs wide apart for him, grounding her hips and Chloe could do barely more than plead with him. She wasn't sure what she was asking for, she only knew she was chanting the word "Please!" like her life depended on it. He flicked a finger over her clit and Chloe screamed. So he brought his mouth up to suck on the hardened bud, feeling his softened cock beginning to come back to life as Chloe's desperation grew. "Oh, God, Ollie! FUCK!" she cried out as his tongue swirled around her clit and he sucked on it, lips wrapped tightly around it. He slid two fingers inside of her and curled them up stroking her insides as he refused to relieve the slightest amount of pressure on her clit until finally she came, thundering and sobbing and calling out to him, her entire body shuddering until she melted limply beneath him, chest rising and falling heavily.
"Fuck," Oliver whispered. She was fucking amazing. "You are fucking amazing." He licked at her juices again, a long, dragging lick all the way up and over her clit before he lifted himself up to kiss her soft, smooth stomach. The forgotten bottle of chocolate syrup caught his eyes, and he grabbed it, pouring a messy line across her breasts before lapping it up.
Chloe whimpered incoherently, her hands jerking as though in a weak attempt to reach for him. Oliver stroked his cock a few times, languidly looking over the perfection of her beautiful naked body. The chocolate remnants on both of them was getting sticky, and Oliver suddenly understood the intelligence of her choice to use the bathtub for this. Leave it to Chloe to think that far ahead. Reaching under her, he lifted her gently, pulling her corset from underneath her and tossing it and the bottle of chocolate syrup out of the bath before plugging the drain. He pulled her forward to straddle his lap, bare chests pressing flushed against one another as he reached behind her for the taps, running some warm water.
Her hardened nipples grazed against Oliver's chest and Chloe shuddered, still seeing stars. Dear Lord, there were some things your own hand just couldn't do.
Oliver chuckled and Chloe realized with flushed embarrassment that her last thought had been out loud. "Glad to hear it," Oliver said, undeniable arrogance in his voice, which made Chloe chuckle. Oliver scooped up a bit of the steaming water pooling around them and poured it over her chest, rubbing away the chocolatey residue, lingering an unnecessary amount of time on each of her breasts. Chloe hummed luxuriously before beginning to rinse his back for him, and then his chest, and then….
"Again? Goddammit, Queen. Aren't you ever satisfied?" Chloe joked weakly, her body already beginning to protest with tomorrow's soreness.
"No," he said stubbornly, giving her lips a teasing kiss and pressing his dick against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth. He reached back and shut the water off and unplugged the drain before lifting her up in his arms, careful not to slip as he stepped out of the bathtub and onto the matt, carrying her into the bedroom, where he tossed her onto the bed.
She laughed as she fell back onto the pillow, ignoring her body's protests while Oliver climbed predatorily over her. She bit her lip as she caught his eyes, unable to fight the smile building.
"I'm going to wipe that cocky little smirk off your face," Oliver warned, and Chloe gave him a challenging look.
"Oh?" she asked.
"Mmhmm," he said, narrowing his eyes at her suggestively. "Because the next time I have you here, I'm going to tie your hands to the bedpost with my tie, and I'm going to keep eating you out, bringing you right to the point of coming over and over, only to stop every time, until you're begging for your release."
Chloe's mouth fell open slightly as her eyes widened, and a fresh flood of arousal flowed between her legs. Oliver caught the faint sound of her gasp and realized the idea wasn't unappealing to her at all.
She collected herself just long enough to ask in what she meant to be a daring voice, though it came out someone meekly, "And now?"
"Now…I'm going to fuck you senseless," he informed her, rolling her onto her stomach and drawing her onto her hands and knees. His hands grasped her buttocks and she gasped in surprise. Oliver's dick pressed against her ass and she rocked back greedily against him. "But not," he said, slipping his cock between her folds to slide along in her juices, "until you ask me for it. Nicely."
Chloe moaned, her head dropping forward while Oliver slid up and down her wet pussy. "Oliver," she practically growled.
Oliver just pulled back and stroked his now slick cock, waiting.
"Oliver!" she rocked her hips back in encouragement, but he held her steady.
"Yes?" he asked innocently, as though he weren't perfectly aware that he was torturing her.
"Oliver, please," she said through gritted teeth, barely able to prevent the whining sound in her voice.
"Please what?"
"Oliver, please, for the love of God, just f-UCK!" She cried out on the last syllable as Oliver rammed inside of her, burying himself to the hilt then drawing back and pounding into her again.
Even in the midst of the most satisfying feeling of fullness, Chloe chuckled, shaking her head. "God, you are just-" she gasped breathlessly, "-such an ass."
Oliver grunted as he continued pounding into her. "You're right," he said, giving her right cheek a smart little smack with his hand, "you do have an incredible ass." He squeezed it. "Or isn't that what you said."
"You love the sound of your own VOICE!" His hands had reached around to pinch her tits, eliciting another loud cry.
"You're the one who won't shut up while I'm trying to fucking make you cum!" he asserted, tweaking her nipples again and continuing to to thrust inside of her at a furious pace. "Would you kindly stop trying to interrupt?" he joked.
She would have laughed if she could have concentrated on what he was saying, her back arching wildly with pleasure. She felt one of his hands slide possessively toward the base of her throat to steady her-a gesture which once would have sent her into a panic attack, but now gave her a surge of wanton pleasure-and the other dragged lazily downward until it reached her pussy, where he began rubbing hard circles on her clit. Her cries mounted harder and higher until she came crashing over the edge, Oliver riding her straight through it, finally rolling her onto her back and burying himself inside of her again, dragging his hand along her leg to throw it over his shoulder.
"Oliver," she murmured. "Ollie!"
It was as he came for the second time that night that it finally hit him that she had started calling him by his nickname in bed. When had that happened? his brain managed to wonder as his body stuttered and jerked, and he went limp inside of her. He couldn't think about pulling out of her just yet, and instead, wrapping her legs around his waist, he dropped to the bed beside her, rolling her with him and remaining buried inside of her still tight channel.
"That was…."
"Fun," Chloe supplied simply, exhaustedly.
Oliver chuckled. "Not the word I was going to use, but-"
"It was," she argued.
"It was," he agreed.
"Most fun I've had in a long time." A very long time.
He kissed her warmly, a tired, searing kiss.
"I have to sleep," she reminded him. "Work in the morning, remember."
"Work, work, work. That's what got you into this mess, remember?"
She smirked. "Yes. Horrible, that."
"Just so long as we're clear. We're probably going to have to have hot, kinky sex every time you work too hard."
"So…all the time, then?"
Oliver grinned and she shoved at his chest playfully.
"Let me sleep, damn you."
"Fine, fine. But you should just know two things first."
"Oh?" she murmured, eyes closed and face buried in his chest.
"One. Every time I see an ice cream sundae now, I'm going to think about fucking you."
Chloe moaned and he felt her walls flutter around him. He grinned with satisfaction.
"And two: you are going to be so sore at work tomorrow and you're going to be horny thinking about this all day."
"That's three things," she whined, shifting against him as his words washed over her, turning her on even more.
"Yeah, well, I won the bet. I can say as many things as I want."
"Shut up."
"Yes, dear."
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Title: Never a Bride
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings/Characters: primarily Chloe/Oliver
Summary: When a newspaper prints a false engagement announcement for Oliver Queen and Chloe Sullivan, and all their friends are thrilled, Chloe and Oliver decide to stage a fake engagement and breakup to prove to their friends how wrong they are for one another. Because, they will break up, won't they?
Warnings: completely Alternate Universe; also, sexual content and occasional language
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When everything was finally laid out on the table in the barn hours later, Oliver was starving. He'd barely eaten anything all day, except for some cheese and crackers that Mrs. Kent had set out to stave everyone's hunger. They had managed to shove together two large picnic tables and spread out two of Mrs. Kent's good, long golden table cloths, and with the nice dishes and platters of piping hot, home-cooked food piled high, nothing had ever looked so delicious.
He sat between Chloe and Clark, and across from Lucy and her boyfriend, a young man in the army who appeared to be doing his best to not draw too much attention to himself. It was evident that he was intimidated by his girlfriend's father at the end of the table. "Jonathan, will you say Grace?" Martha asked when she at last arrived, walking to her seat beside him at the other end of the table.
"Of course." They bowed their heads and held hands. "Heavenly Father we thank you for this bountiful year, for good friends and for family, for this opportunity to be together, and for the incredible meal that You have placed before us. Thank you, Lord. Amen."
They all whispered their 'amens' and Chloe squeezed his hand before releasing it. He glanced at her but she was already reaching for the mashed potatoes, piling them onto her plate before passing them to her left.
"All right, I don't know about the Kents, but in our family it's tradition for everyone to say what they're thankful for this year while we pass the food," General Lane announced. "Shall we?"
"Of course," Martha said, smiling. "I think that would be lovely. Lois, would you like to start us off?" she asked her soon-to-be daughter in law, who laughed.
"I'm grateful not to have to look at any more bridesmaid's dresses." At a stern look from her father, she sobered up a bit. "I'm grateful for Clark, for keeping me grounded no matter what's happening in my life. And I'm grateful to have such a fulfilling job at the Planet." She turned to her father next to her.
"Well I have to say I'm grateful to be gaining a son soon," General Lane raised his wine goblet in Clark's direction. "You're a fine young man, Clark, and I might've been a little wary at first, but I can see that you love my daughter and that's what matters."
It was probably the most sentimental thing Lois, Chloe, or Lucy had ever heard the General say, which was why it took a moment for Lucy to realize that her mouth was hanging open and it was her turn.
"I'm thankful for not flunking out of college yet." Which was her way of saying she was thankful she was still getting straight A's. "And for not being broke yet." And for getting out of debt.
"Um…" Wes hesitated, his eyes darting nervously in the General's direction. "I'm grateful for Lu, for always making me laugh when things get too serious."
Oliver saw Lucy glance at her boyfriend, an unmistakably pleased expression on her face. She pecked him on the cheek, and it wasn't until the General cleared his throat that they moved on to Martha.
"I'm grateful for family," Martha said, smiling at her husband. "And I'm thankful that it's going to be growing. Lois, we're so glad to have you and your family here."
Oliver watched Lois's cheeks actually turn pink while Mrs. Kent passed a casserole dish to her husband, who looked like he was chewing over his words as he accepted. "I'm so thankful for the Lanes as well, and for my beautiful wife and my wonderful son. I'm thankful that this farm is still running and self-sustaining. I'm thankful for good food and company," he said. "And for such a wonderful cook," he winked at his wife, who gave him an amused smile. "Chloe?" Jonathan asked, turning to his right.
Chloe was dishing up some cranberry sauce onto her plate and seemed to be a little uncomfortable. "I'm always say that I'm thankful for my job, and that's still true, but I feel like I have to say that I'm thankful for the people who love me, who care so much about my happiness. I've been blown away by that fact this year." She didn't look at Oliver, and he would have given anything to be able to read her mind in that moment.
"Oliver?" someone prompted him and he started a little. He cleared his throat, trying to think of an honest answer. "I'm thankful…not to be alone at the end of the day when I come home. I'm thankful for Chloe and her company and that she doesn't mind having a jerk like me around." He reached under the table and squeezed her hand, swallowing a lump in his throat and deciding not to say anything else for fear of going too far. "That leaves you, Clark," he turned to the man next to him, forcing a light-hearted smile.
Everyone was beaming at Oliver, including Clark, who finally turned to Lois and said, "I think Oliver took the words out of my mouth, Lois. I'm so grateful that this wonderful woman, that you are willing to not only keep me company every day, but that you've agreed to keep me company every day for the rest of my life." He leaned over and kissed Lois modestly.
"Back atcha, Smallville," Lois said, winking at him.
Sam Lane cleared his throat. Clearly this was enough sentimentality. Oliver wondered how often he actually got sentimental around his daughters and niece, but his thoughts were immediately deterred when Chloe passed him the gravy and he could finally dig into everything on his plate. He couldn't remember ever being so hungry or anything tasting quite so delicious.
"You've done it again, Martha, absolutely incredible."
"Hear, hear," said the General.
"Absolutely amazing, Mom," Clark agreed.
Martha just beamed. "Well, I had plenty of help. Thank you, ladies."
Lois snorted. "Yeah, God knows what would have happened if Chloe and I hadn't been there to peel vegetables."
"You girls were a big help."
Chloe chuckled. "Thanks, Mrs. Kent."
"So you mentioned bridesmaid's dresses earlier, Lois. How is the wedding planning going?"
"It's really starting to move along. We've finally arranged everything with the stadium and Clark and I picked out his tux and the tuxes for the groomsmen. I've received all the RSVPs that I was waiting on," Lois took a drink of wine. "I'm actually starting to relax a little bit."
Clark snorted and Lois elbowed him. He gave her an innocent look, and Oliver chuckled.
"What about you, Chloe?" Chloe's mother asked. "I've been in touch with Oliver's mother about everything, but I barely hear from you. Have you two set a date, yet?"
"We…um…well, I figured we should pick a venue and then set an official date, but-"
"We've been thinking late May or early June," Oliver chimed in to save her. She looked distinctly uncomfortable and Oliver didn't blame her.
"What about the color scheme?" Lois asked. "We were talking about gold or green last time I saw you."
"Green?" Oliver asked.
"She looks fabulous in green," Lois explained.
Oliver smirked, "I like green."
Chloe gave him a subtle glare that no one else caught, but he could see the laughter playing on her lips. "Your mother really likes gold for us, though."
Oliver shrugged. "She'll like what you like."
"Of course," Moira agreed. "It's your wedding, Chloe. Pick what you like."
"But don't take too long on setting that date, you two," Jonathan added. "With the circle you lot run in, people need to mark their calendars long in advance."
"Oh, right, of course," Chloe agreed readily. "We're working on it."
"Are you gonna get married in a church?" Lucy questioned through a mouthful of turkey. Her father glared at her manners but she chose to ignore it.
Chloe looked at Oliver for help.
"We…weren't sure yet. There was some talk of a destination wedding, but…we decided that wasn't really for us."
"I remember Chloe telling me once that she wanted to get married in this barn," Martha chuckled.
Oliver raised an eyebrow at a now bright pink Chloe. "I was ten at the time. And I might add that that was back when everyone thought Clark and I were going to get married when we were grown up," she rolled her eyes humorously and Oliver heard Clark chuckle next to him.
"Thank God everyone saw reason eventually," Lois grinned, winking at her cousin.
Oliver failed to see what was so humorous about Chloe's former crush on Clark, but apparently it was now the subject of fond memory, he decided, watching Martha shake her head, eyes sparkling with delight.
"I think everything worked out for the best on that front," Jonathan winked at Oliver, who was busy picturing Chloe getting married in the barn, probably draped in white and twinkling with Christmas lights. It was a little too easy to picture.
"When I talked to Oliver's mother last, she and I discussed a ballroom in a nice hotel somewhere. She thinks we should look in Metropolis since that's where most of my family is," Chloe brought the subject around, "but I don't want anyone to feel excluded."
"Nonsense," the General said. "It's your wedding. The people who matter will be there no matter where it is. Pass the salt and pepper, Wes."
Wes jumped at being addressed directly but managed to pass the shakers with a respectable amount of calm about him. The General side-eyed him as he accepted them across Lucy's plate, but said nothing. Oliver suspected that this was the best interaction the two had had so far.
"I think a ball room would be lovely for you, Chloe. I can just see you in a ball gown with a long, sweeping train," Moira said pleasantly. "That sounds like a great idea. Maybe I can meet you in Metropolis next month and we can look at some places," she added hopefully.
Oliver saw Chloe's almost imperceptible hesitation before she replied, "That'd be nice, Mom," and he wondered if anyone else had caught it. He suspected that Clark and Lois, the two at the table who arguably knew Chloe best, had, but they said nothing.
Deciding a change of subject was in order, Oliver decided to ask Lucy and Wes how they had met. He felt Chloe relax a little beside him now that the spotlight was off of her and knew that he had done the right thing.
When Oliver and Chloe's family finally returned to the Sullivan home that evening, they were stuffed to the limit, and considerably sleepy, even though it was only just after 9:00 in the evening.
Oliver and Chloe tiredly climbed the stairs to her former bedroom, Oliver shutting the door behind them. He grabbed her hand and spun her around, pulling her in for a weary kiss. Chloe laughed, her head falling back, inspiring him to kiss his way along her throat instead.
"What are you doing?" she chuckled.
"We have not had one moment alone since we got out of the car two days ago," Oliver rumbled against the base of her neck. Chloe shuddered as the tremors of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. Her hands slid up his arms to steady herself.
"Ollie. Not in my parents' house," Chloe chided, but Oliver was just amused that she had called him by his nickname.
"But Chlo-ee," he mimicked her whining tone, "it's not like we're doing anything wrong."
Chloe scoffed at the complete and utter falsehood of that statement. His hands swept down her back, grabbing her ass and pressing her more tightly against, and she groaned.
At that moment her phone vibrated and Oliver paused, frowning. He looked between them at her cleavage. "Did that just come from-"
Chloe was already pulling her phone out of her bra to check the message on the screen.
"Is that work?" Oliver asked suspiciously.
"I'm just making sure," Chloe said, avoiding the question. "I'm allowed to check messages, aren't I?"
Oliver narrowed his eyes. "Not if they're from work."
She rolled her eyes. "Well how am I going to know if they're from work if I don't check them? It could just as easily be Dinah and A.C. wishing me a Happy Thanksgiving."
"Is it?"
The way she bit her lip answered his question immediately.
"Chloe…drop the phone or admit defeat," Oliver informed her.
Smirking devilishly, Chloe tossed her phone over her shoulder (knowing she could check it while he was sleeping like she had the night before) and wrapped her arms back around his neck. "Now where were we?" she asked suggestively, leading him back towards her bed and trying to ignore the sound of her phone vibrating a second time.
Oliver brushed his nose against hers and brought one of her hands down to the hard ridge of his growing erection, pressing into her hand. "We were discussing this," he said lustfully.
A chime went off and it was Chloe's turn to freeze, raising an amused eyebrow at him.
Oliver stood stock-still, staring her down before slowly reaching into his back pocket to pull out his cell phone. His eyes didn't leave Chloe's. "It's probably my parents," he said seriously.
Chloe's eyebrow quirked. "Oh, so you're allowed to check, huh?"
"Well like you said. There's only one way to know."
Chloe's eyes narrowed and Oliver's darted to the phone in his hand. "Well?" she asked. "Is it your parents?"
Oliver brought his eyes back to her and she knew the answer.
"Admitting defeat, Queen?"
"Not on your life, Sullivan," Oliver said, dropping the phone at their feet and in one swift movement, hoisting Chloe up to wrap her legs around his waist. "I have far more pressing needs, if you catch my drift."
Chloe moaned, rubbing against him and feeling her thighs tense with need. "What are you planning to do about that, Mr. Queen?" Chloe asked, biting his ear.
Oliver shuddered, wildly aroused by the formal address. "I'm going t-"
There was a knock at the door, and for the third time, they both froze in place.
Oliver almost whimpered and Chloe let out a small whining noise. "Maybe if we pretend we're asleep-"
"The light's on," Chloe reminded him.
"We fell asleep with the lights on because we were so tired."
Another knock sounded and Moira's voice came through the door. "Chloe, honey? Can I have a second? I want to give you something."
Chloe gave Oliver a helpless look and he lowered her to the ground. He stood with his back to the door, trying to control himself.
"Sure, Mom, coming!" Chloe said, reaching the door and poking her head through. "What did you need?" she asked.
"Are you both decent? I just had something for you."
Chloe bit back a sigh. "Sure, Mom." She opened the door the rest of the way and allowed her mother to come in. There was an awkward silence before Oliver took the hint.
"I'm going to…go…get water," he said, excusing himself from the room.
Moira smiled. "So I was thinking about the wedding, and-"
"Mom, I promise we can go look at venues together, it's fine," Chloe said, resisting an urge to roll her eyes. Her mother had dropped the suggestion at least four times that day.
"Not that, but good," Moira dismissed, waving her off. "I was thinking about it, and I was remembering your father's and my wedding and what I wore and what I think would look nice on you-"
"Mom," Chloe warned. She did not need more advice about wedding gowns. She was sick of the whole subject.
"And I know there's this tradition of something old, something new, etcetera and I know that your engagement ring will be your something old, so I wanted to know if you'd like to borrow the earrings I wore at my wedding," her mother finished, presenting Chloe with a small velvet box.
Chloe looked stunned. Whatever she had been expecting, this hadn't been it. "Oh," she said blankly.
"Well go on, have a look at them and see if you like them."
From the look on her mother's face, Chloe knew that even if they were the most hideous earrings on the face of the planet, she would lie through her teeth and tell Moira that she loved them. Because that was what good daughters did.
Chloe reached for the box and took it from her mother's hands, popping open the hinged lid. They were anything but hideous. A pair of tiny silver flowers with diamond chips set into them, they were modest but lovely, exactly the sort of thing Chloe could picture a younger version of her mother wearing. "Mom," she tilted her head, "they're beautiful. I'd love to wear them." Too bad that will never happen. It would have been wonderful to wear these.
"You're sure you like them?"
"They're great," Chloe said, giving her mother a hug. "Really. I love them."
"Okay, well," her mother said, clearly teary eyed but pretending not to be. "I just…well, good. I'm going to bed then. We're all exhausted."
Moira whisked out of the room and Chloe stared at the jewelry a moment longer, feeling a rush of affection for her mother. She knew she wasn't always the best daughter, but she and her mother really did love each other.
In the midst of her sentimental moment, Chloe's phone buzzed from the floor. She looked at it. She looked at the door.
No sign of Oliver yet.
She rushed to the phone and instantly pulled up her several mixed texts from Edward. The post holiday commotion simply couldn't wait, and she began firing off instructions in texts, until a loud, "AHA!" from the doorway made her jump out of her skin. She turned to find Oliver standing in the doorway, a smug look on his face. "Hand over the phone, Sullivan. You lose."
The first day that Oliver came home from work after the holiday, he found a sticky note on the door.
"Welcome home."
He smiled, raising an eyebrow at the odd gesture, and proceeded into the apartment, where he kicked off his shoes before he found a second note on the counter.
"Check the fridge," it read.
Raising an eyebrow, he walked over to the fridge and pulled open the door, where he found a bottle of Chocolate syrup sitting isolated in the middle of an empty shelf. He felt a surge of heat as he pulled a third note from the bottle.
"Bring it with you. I'm waiting."
Swallowing tightly, it was about all Oliver could do to keep from sprinting to the bedroom, but he found no sign of Chloe there.
"Chloe?" he called out tentatively, before spotting the trail of her clothes leading to the bathroom. He followed them, and when he found Chloe in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub in a matching chocolate brown corset and lace boy shorts, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.
Chloe grinned, catlike. It had been a good day back to work, and although she had argued against her defeat in their bet for the last few days, today, in this moment, she didn't mind holding up her end of the bargain. "You're late," she accused.
It was true. He'd gotten home later than expected. But he couldn't quite unscramble his thoughts enough to form any kind of reply.
Chloe sighed. "I was lonely," she said dramatically, before giving him a sly look. "I had to start without you." She slid her hand down her body and beneath her panties. When she removed her fingers, they were glistening. "Twice."
Oliver was across the room in a flash, dropping the bottle of syrup to slide his hands around her waist lustfully, bringing his lips crashing down on hers.
Chloe let out a burst of surprised laughter, making it impossible to keep kissing her lips, so he started sucking on her neck instead, determined to leave a nice, dark mark that she'd have trouble hiding later. "You," he said with an irrepressible grin, "are full of surprises, Sullivan."
"You didn't think I'd go through with it, did you?" she asked, smirking.
He quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head. "I had my doubts."
Chloe pressed her lips together, eyes dancing as she stood in front of him, before sliding down his body and crouching in front of him, being sure to graze the considerable bulge in his slacks as she did so. She bit her lip when he involuntarily bucked towards her just slightly. But instead of touching him further, she picked up the bottle of chocolate syrup and sat back down on the edge of the bathtub. She popped open the cap and poured a little on her finger, not caring when a drop missed and landed on her thigh. Oliver's eyes followed the drop as it rolled over her skin, threatening to slide all the way down her inner thigh. Until he heard Chloe's satisfied, "mmmm," as she licked the chocolate from her finger. "I have to admit," she said calmly. "I love chocolate almost as much as coffee."
He glared at her. "I thought the deal, Sullivan, was that you were going to lick the chocolate off of me," he teased.
"Well you, Queen," she mimicked, "are still wearing all of your clothes." She poured some more syrup on her finger, swirling her tongue around it to make sure she didn't miss any, a bored manner about her.
"So bossy," Oliver rolled his eyes, loosening his tie with a grin. "And I've got a lot of clothes here, Sullivan. You might have to help me out."
But Chloe just shook her head, clearly amused. "I've been waiting all this time on you, and you didn't even have the courtesy to show up naked," she chided as he tossed the tie aside and began unbuttoning his dark blue shirt. "I'm not helping you with anything." She paused before looking up at him and winking. "Yet."
She leaned her head back and poured a little syrup directly into her mouth, causing Oliver's hands to slip on the last button of his shirt. He recovered quickly and shoved it off his shoulders before wrenching open the button of his slacks and dropping them.
It was Chloe's turn to give pause when she saw the already impressive erection straining at his underwear. A rush of heat flooded her already soaked panties.
Oliver was giving her an arrogant look, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and taking a painfully long time deciding whether to take them off for her. She licked her lips unconsciously and Oliver gave in.
Chloe grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the tub with her. She'd been admiring the large, relatively unused bathtub in Oliver's master bathroom for some time, longing for a good excuse to take a bubble bath in it. This was even better.
Oliver stepped into the tub with her and spotted the tiniest smear of chocolate on the inner edge of her bottom lip, he tried to lean in and kiss it off of her, but she shook her head, dodging back and laughing lightly. "Not yet," she said. "I get to have my fun first."
"Sullivan, you are killing me here," he groaned, grabbing her roughly by the hips and pulling her closer.
"You are so impatient," she complained, stepping behind him. "Now sit down," she laughed. She couldn't help it. Why was this so much fun? She couldn't ever remember feeling this comfortable with anyone. Maybe when you didn't have the stakes of a real romance, it took the pressure off. It was nice being able to trust Oliver, who was currently obliging her and sitting down in the tub. She grabbed a towel from the other side of the tub and placed it under her knees so she could kneel comfortably behind him. It might get chocolate on it, but at least she was sparing his sheets.
Pouring a small puddle of chocolate syrup into one of her hands, she then rubbed them together and used it as a lubricant to begin massaging the kinks out of his shoulders.
Oliver shuddered from the cold syrup before he felt Chloe's slick hands begin to work the knots in his back, the lace and silk of her lingerie rubbing against him suggestively. Small, delicate fingers rubbed over his back, and he suddenly remembered Chloe's earlier suggestion that she had been playing with herself while she waited on him. "Oh my God."
Chloe smirked. She leaned over and dragged her tongue across his left shoulder, licking up the sweet smear of chocolate syrup her hands had left there. Oliver leaned back into her ministrations.
"Oh, God, Chloe. That feels amazing." His hand reached up and tangled in her hair, holding her to his neck as she reached that one sweet spot that he loved, her soft tongue raking across the sensitive skin there.
She pressed her breasts against his back, and he had no doubt that some of the chocolate had just smeared across her body as well. His head lolled back to rest on her shoulder and she giggled, pushing him to the side and climbing around him to straddle his waist, her stomach just brushing against his hard cock. Gently she nudged him until he was laying all the way back, resting his head on the edge of the tub. She grabbed the chocolate bottle and poured a thin line of syrup straight down his chest and stomach.
Oliver watched her as she poured more chocolate onto her finger, sucking her whole finger in and out of her mouth suggestively, eyes falling shut as she completely cleaned it.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw his own staring back at her with a darkened, smoldering look. She wasn't used to being the one in control with Oliver. She was honestly surprised he was even willing to let her call the shots, but it was giving her a rush. Hungrily, she leaned forward and licked the top of the line of syrup on his chest with her flattened tongue, moaning as she rocked her hips against him, attempting to ease a little of the pressure building between her legs. She ran her thumb along the next part of the line of chocolate and then rubbed it over his nipple curiously. When she leaned forward and sucked it off, Oliver let loose a loud grunt of pleasure, and she smiled as she licked it again, rewarded. She did the same to the other side and his hands buried in her hair again, encouraging her to linger a little longer before returning to the trail of syrup she was working her way down. She licked and nipped and sucked, torturing him slowly all the way down until she had nowhere left to go. Once again she poured some syrup into her hand before grasping his dick firmly in her hand and stroking it. The sound that escaped his lips was almost feral and Chloe rocked her hips again, moaning. She rubbed the pad of her thumb over the tip of his cock, leaving a thin trace of chocolate mixed with the bead of pre-cum that had appeared there. Licking her lips, Chloe slid further down his body, straddling his leg so she could press her aching pussy against it as she closed her mouth around him, swallowing as much of his long, hard shaft as she could and making up the rest of the distance with her hand, continuing to stroke him as she began to bob her head up and down around him, her tongue swirling around him all the while. She hummed with pleasure as she tried to find that right spot to release the pressure on her clit, rubbing against him and cupping his balls. His hands tightened in her hair and she moaned louder, the vibrations traveling down his cock and causing him to call out her name. She paused a moment, sucking on the very tip of his dick before lowering her head further to lick him from base to tip, flicking her tongue over the sensitive end. Oliver's hips jerked and she laughed, demanding he hold still because she couldn't possibly hold him down.
"Chloe," he barely managed to grunt. "You've got to-"
But she had already wrapped her lips around him again, hollowing her cheeks as she swallowed him again and again, bringing him closer and closer. She continued stroking his base with her hand. It was when her body slipped slightly, causing a particularly pleasurable amount of friction on her pussy that she gave a high pitched whine around him and he lost control.
"Chloe!" he warned, but she was having none of it, continuing to suck on him as she rubbed against his thigh, whining noises increasing as she got closer herself. With an uncontrollable yell he came inside her mouth, spilling his hot seed into her which she attempted to swallow.
Oliver lost whatever grip on sanity he had left, pushing Chloe back and crawling over her, capturing her mouth in his, the taste of sweet chocolate mixing with the salty flavor of his cum blended on her tongue. "You," he said against her mouth, "are fucking," he wrenched open the hooks on the front of her corset, "incredible."
Chloe cried out when Oliver's mouth dipped down and latched around her breast, her corset left spread open beneath her. She arched her back into his mouth, her breath coming raggedly as she pressed her legs together, so close but so far from climaxing. His hands roughly grabbed her breasts and his thumbs flicked across her nipples, bringing the pert pink buds to attention. Chloe whimpered and bucked her hips. In his effort to drag her panties down her smooth, creamy legs, he accidentally ripped them. Tossing them aside he shoved her legs open and in a second his head was buried in her dripping cunt, tongue dipping inside of her and licking her hard.
"Oh my God, Ollie!" she gasped, frantically clutching for purchase along the smooth sides of the bathtub. He fucked her slit with his tongue relentlessly while holding her thighs wide apart for him, grounding her hips and Chloe could do barely more than plead with him. She wasn't sure what she was asking for, she only knew she was chanting the word "Please!" like her life depended on it. He flicked a finger over her clit and Chloe screamed. So he brought his mouth up to suck on the hardened bud, feeling his softened cock beginning to come back to life as Chloe's desperation grew. "Oh, God, Ollie! FUCK!" she cried out as his tongue swirled around her clit and he sucked on it, lips wrapped tightly around it. He slid two fingers inside of her and curled them up stroking her insides as he refused to relieve the slightest amount of pressure on her clit until finally she came, thundering and sobbing and calling out to him, her entire body shuddering until she melted limply beneath him, chest rising and falling heavily.
"Fuck," Oliver whispered. She was fucking amazing. "You are fucking amazing." He licked at her juices again, a long, dragging lick all the way up and over her clit before he lifted himself up to kiss her soft, smooth stomach. The forgotten bottle of chocolate syrup caught his eyes, and he grabbed it, pouring a messy line across her breasts before lapping it up.
Chloe whimpered incoherently, her hands jerking as though in a weak attempt to reach for him. Oliver stroked his cock a few times, languidly looking over the perfection of her beautiful naked body. The chocolate remnants on both of them was getting sticky, and Oliver suddenly understood the intelligence of her choice to use the bathtub for this. Leave it to Chloe to think that far ahead. Reaching under her, he lifted her gently, pulling her corset from underneath her and tossing it and the bottle of chocolate syrup out of the bath before plugging the drain. He pulled her forward to straddle his lap, bare chests pressing flushed against one another as he reached behind her for the taps, running some warm water.
Her hardened nipples grazed against Oliver's chest and Chloe shuddered, still seeing stars. Dear Lord, there were some things your own hand just couldn't do.
Oliver chuckled and Chloe realized with flushed embarrassment that her last thought had been out loud. "Glad to hear it," Oliver said, undeniable arrogance in his voice, which made Chloe chuckle. Oliver scooped up a bit of the steaming water pooling around them and poured it over her chest, rubbing away the chocolatey residue, lingering an unnecessary amount of time on each of her breasts. Chloe hummed luxuriously before beginning to rinse his back for him, and then his chest, and then….
"Again? Goddammit, Queen. Aren't you ever satisfied?" Chloe joked weakly, her body already beginning to protest with tomorrow's soreness.
"No," he said stubbornly, giving her lips a teasing kiss and pressing his dick against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth. He reached back and shut the water off and unplugged the drain before lifting her up in his arms, careful not to slip as he stepped out of the bathtub and onto the matt, carrying her into the bedroom, where he tossed her onto the bed.
She laughed as she fell back onto the pillow, ignoring her body's protests while Oliver climbed predatorily over her. She bit her lip as she caught his eyes, unable to fight the smile building.
"I'm going to wipe that cocky little smirk off your face," Oliver warned, and Chloe gave him a challenging look.
"Oh?" she asked.
"Mmhmm," he said, narrowing his eyes at her suggestively. "Because the next time I have you here, I'm going to tie your hands to the bedpost with my tie, and I'm going to keep eating you out, bringing you right to the point of coming over and over, only to stop every time, until you're begging for your release."
Chloe's mouth fell open slightly as her eyes widened, and a fresh flood of arousal flowed between her legs. Oliver caught the faint sound of her gasp and realized the idea wasn't unappealing to her at all.
She collected herself just long enough to ask in what she meant to be a daring voice, though it came out someone meekly, "And now?"
"Now…I'm going to fuck you senseless," he informed her, rolling her onto her stomach and drawing her onto her hands and knees. His hands grasped her buttocks and she gasped in surprise. Oliver's dick pressed against her ass and she rocked back greedily against him. "But not," he said, slipping his cock between her folds to slide along in her juices, "until you ask me for it. Nicely."
Chloe moaned, her head dropping forward while Oliver slid up and down her wet pussy. "Oliver," she practically growled.
Oliver just pulled back and stroked his now slick cock, waiting.
"Oliver!" she rocked her hips back in encouragement, but he held her steady.
"Yes?" he asked innocently, as though he weren't perfectly aware that he was torturing her.
"Oliver, please," she said through gritted teeth, barely able to prevent the whining sound in her voice.
"Please what?"
"Oliver, please, for the love of God, just f-UCK!" She cried out on the last syllable as Oliver rammed inside of her, burying himself to the hilt then drawing back and pounding into her again.
Even in the midst of the most satisfying feeling of fullness, Chloe chuckled, shaking her head. "God, you are just-" she gasped breathlessly, "-such an ass."
Oliver grunted as he continued pounding into her. "You're right," he said, giving her right cheek a smart little smack with his hand, "you do have an incredible ass." He squeezed it. "Or isn't that what you said."
"You love the sound of your own VOICE!" His hands had reached around to pinch her tits, eliciting another loud cry.
"You're the one who won't shut up while I'm trying to fucking make you cum!" he asserted, tweaking her nipples again and continuing to to thrust inside of her at a furious pace. "Would you kindly stop trying to interrupt?" he joked.
She would have laughed if she could have concentrated on what he was saying, her back arching wildly with pleasure. She felt one of his hands slide possessively toward the base of her throat to steady her-a gesture which once would have sent her into a panic attack, but now gave her a surge of wanton pleasure-and the other dragged lazily downward until it reached her pussy, where he began rubbing hard circles on her clit. Her cries mounted harder and higher until she came crashing over the edge, Oliver riding her straight through it, finally rolling her onto her back and burying himself inside of her again, dragging his hand along her leg to throw it over his shoulder.
"Oliver," she murmured. "Ollie!"
It was as he came for the second time that night that it finally hit him that she had started calling him by his nickname in bed. When had that happened? his brain managed to wonder as his body stuttered and jerked, and he went limp inside of her. He couldn't think about pulling out of her just yet, and instead, wrapping her legs around his waist, he dropped to the bed beside her, rolling her with him and remaining buried inside of her still tight channel.
"That was…."
"Fun," Chloe supplied simply, exhaustedly.
Oliver chuckled. "Not the word I was going to use, but-"
"It was," she argued.
"It was," he agreed.
"Most fun I've had in a long time." A very long time.
He kissed her warmly, a tired, searing kiss.
"I have to sleep," she reminded him. "Work in the morning, remember."
"Work, work, work. That's what got you into this mess, remember?"
She smirked. "Yes. Horrible, that."
"Just so long as we're clear. We're probably going to have to have hot, kinky sex every time you work too hard."
"So…all the time, then?"
Oliver grinned and she shoved at his chest playfully.
"Let me sleep, damn you."
"Fine, fine. But you should just know two things first."
"Oh?" she murmured, eyes closed and face buried in his chest.
"One. Every time I see an ice cream sundae now, I'm going to think about fucking you."
Chloe moaned and he felt her walls flutter around him. He grinned with satisfaction.
"And two: you are going to be so sore at work tomorrow and you're going to be horny thinking about this all day."
"That's three things," she whined, shifting against him as his words washed over her, turning her on even more.
"Yeah, well, I won the bet. I can say as many things as I want."
"Shut up."
"Yes, dear."
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