Chlollie Fanfic: Love for Realsies, Chapter 3
Title: Love for Realsies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17. Sequel to Just for Funsies.
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Timeline: Season 9 (Conspiracy)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe finds it increasingly impossible to resist Ollie’s affections.
Feedback: …Of course!!! J
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Chapter 3
Oliver proceeded to dry Chloe off thoroughly, starting with her wet hair and rubbing her all over, paying special attention to her breasts. The unfulfilled ache in her loins quickly returned, getting even more intense when Oliver slid the towel between her legs and brushed her sensitive flesh gently.
She stifled a wail as the slow back and forth motion built up a buzz deep inside, and she reached for his hand, guiding his movements harder and faster so she could get some form of relief. Oliver obligingly upped his game and caressed her with renewed speed and intensity, and she gasped and curled her fingers into to his shoulder.
To her annoyance, he lifted the towel - and his hand - away from her. Furiously she opened her mouth to complain, but shut it just as quickly when Oliver leaned her against the wall and nudged her legs wider apart. Slowly he skimmed his hand up her knee all the way to her inner thigh before slipping one long finger into her warm softness. Chloe moaned and shamelessly rode his hand as the orgasm that had been hanging in the balance started once again to tilt towards fulfilment.
But then Oliver slowed his hand and withdrew from her as he rose to his feet, quickly drying himself off before hanging the towel back on the rail.
Chloe blinked and stared at his back in utter shock. This was the second…no, third time tonight he had stopped her mid-flow. Even though they hadn’t been sleeping together very long, she did know that this was not his typical bedroom MO. If anything, Oliver delighted in giving her orgasms, preferring to satisfy her once, twice, sometimes even three times before going for the main event. He’d never, ever withheld her pleasure.
This time…well, if he was teasing her, she’d had enough of it. Prolonged sexual frustration was this close to painful, and she wasn’t liking the way it felt at all. Her lower belly felt all achy and tight, and she knew relief would only come with release.
“Ollie…” she began plaintively, touching his back.
He turned to her with a short smile and lifted her into his arms. “Bedtime.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and grinned as he stepped out of the shower, but her smile quickly faded when he walked past both guest rooms and headed straight for the master bedroom.
“Oliver…” she began, a hint of alarm creeping into her voice.
“Problem?” he queried, kicking open the door to his room and kicking it shut behind him.
“Not really, I…” I’ve never slept with you in a bed before, she thought, in a wild panic as he approached the king-sized bed. I’ve never slept in your bed before.
But she remained tongue-tied as Oliver laid her gently on the green silk sheets, then slid off the bed and pulled her legs till her hips were level with his face at the edge of the bed. She barely had time to catch a breath before he spread her thighs wide open and leaned forward to tease her clit with his tongue.
All her trepidation about being in a bed with Ollie rapidly dissipated as his talented tongue worked her intimate flesh. He blazed a brilliant, white-hot trail along her moist seam, teasing her sensitive flesh with deeps strokes and light licks. Her voice rose desperately as he flicked her swollen, engorged nub over and over again, and she started to tumble into the abyss…
…and he lifted his head away from her. And this time she did growl in frustration.
“Ollie, come on,” she pleaded, threading her hands in his hair. She felt like a tightly wound spring that had been forcibly contained, and she was desperate for some relief, any relief.
Oliver returned to the task at hand - kissing, nuzzling and tasting her intimately until she writhed and moaned. Her eyelids flew open, and she glanced down at the blond head between her legs.
And caught him looking at her with a dangerous expression in his eyes even as he pleasured her. This time when he stopped, there was no mistaking his intent.
He was punishing her.
As she tried to process this, he placed intimate kisses over her yet again, parting her soft folds with his tongue and sucking on the little knot directly.
Yes…this time he’d take her there. If he stopped now…
Chloe held onto his hair and desperately tried to keep him in place, but once again he lifted his mouth away from her just as she was about to tumble over the edge.
It was too much. “Oh, God!” she groaned, clutching him by the shoulders and pulling him up to her. “I need you, Ollie - now. Make love to me.”
He didn’t leave her waiting for long. Oliver positioned himself at her core and drove into her in one deep thrust, her eyes flying wide open at his intimate invasion. Fortunately, she was so wet and so ready for him that he slid home easily, and he started making love to her…slowly.
By now, the ache in her belly was approaching dangerous levels, and she was pretty sure she had the female equivalent of blue balls. She hooked her arms under his and thrust hard against him, reaching blindly for the orgasm that just kept eluding her. Oliver’s thrust faster and harder, and she felt triumphantly jubilant that he’d pushed himself to the limit and fallen into his own trap. Chloe threw her head back and clutched him tight -
…and suddenly he stopped, holding himself completely still inside her and pressing down on her hips so that she was completely immobilised. Chloe almost wept with frustration as her insides wound up so tight she thought she would pass out.
“Oliver, please!” she begged, tears filling her eyes. She lifted a trembling hand and placed it against his cheek, looking into his eyes. “Please…”
Oliver stared back at her, seemingly expressionless. But right there, behind his chocolate-coloured eyes, he couldn’t hide the pain.
He was hurting. Her behaviour had affected him more deeply that she could have ever imagined.
Finally he spoke. “How could you?” he said, his voice a cold whisper.
The tears in her eyes brimmed over and slid down her face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, caressing his mouth with her thumb. “I’m so sorry.”
Ollie looked away from her and took several deep breaths, still buried deep within her. The muscles on his arms looked so pronounced she was afraid they might rip, and only then was she truly aware of the effort it was costing him to stay still.
He met her gaze again with a resolute one of his own. “Don’t ever lie to me again, Chloe,” he said harshly. “Don’t ever steal from me again.”
“Never,” she replied, stroking his cheek. “I won’t. I promise.”
Oliver exhaled deeply, and then growled laced his fingers with hers as he made love to her with hard, ramming thrusts.
Chloe curled her fingers into his and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her pleasure rapidly escalating as every thrust struck deep against her womb. The tightly wound cord of need in her belly suddenly snapped and unravelled, and finally…
“Oh, yes,” she gasped hoarsely as the first tremors rippled through her. “Oh, yes…oh, God!”
Finally she was coming, loud screams emanating from her as waves of desire slammed into her again and again. Dimly she heard Ollie groan and his fingers clutched her tightly as he rode out his own orgasm. She felt the heat of his eruption deep inside her as he pulsed and shuddered, and eventually relaxed against her.
Afterwards, the room was silent but for the harsh sound of their heavy breathing. Carefully, Oliver rolled off of Chloe and reached out and switched off the bedside lamp, leaving the room in darkness.
Chloe heard him getting beneath the sheets, and waited to feel him kiss her forhead, stroke her face or put his arm around her as he always did. Despite the fact that she didn’t want small, romantic gestures from him, Oliver had ignored her protests and somehow always managed to push her to accept him that little bit more.
So she lay on her side of the bed in the darkness and waited for him to reach for her.
And for the first time since the beginning of their relationship, he didn’t.
***
Oliver lay on his side and blinked into the inky darkness, facing away from the woman he’d just finished making love to.
He felt slightly guilty for dragging out her torment, but finding out that she’d been stealing from him had, for some reason, grieved him beyond words. Every time she had moaned and writhed beneath him tonight, he hadn’t been able to ignore the ugly thought that had kept popping up in his brain.
Chloe had used him. She’d slept with him, stolen from him and lied to him for days. That she could smile at him, share her body with him and yet keep such huge secrets from him threatened to floor him every time the thought crossed his mind.
He’d known their relationship was one of convenience right from the start, but he hadn’t expected to become so caught up in her. If any other woman had done what she’d done, she’d have been out on her ear without getting a chance to explain herself. He’d wanted to do the same with Chloe, but found himself unable to.
As he lay despondently in the darkness, he felt her small hand creep around his waist and rest tentatively over his navel. He swallowed deeply, and then lifted his hand and laced his fingers through hers. A couple of seconds later, she shifted forwards and aligned her body right up against his, twining her leg around his thigh.
Oliver swallowed hard and closed his eyes. Chloe had never touched him after sex. Never. It was her way of keeping things on a casual footing. But over the last couple of days, there had been some more than subtle changes in her approach to their relationship.
She’d fallen asleep on him when they’d made love after he returned from his business trip.
She was spending the night at his apartment for the first time, even though he’d pretty much had to trick her to get her here.
She’d just made love to him in a bed.
And now she’d literally bridged the gap between them and reached out to him.
His eyelids grew heavy as he tried to analyse what this meant from her side. Maybe he was wearing her defences down; maybe not. She probably just felt like she had to make it up to him for stealing from him, and would doubtless be right back in her armour come morning.
But for now, he just wanted to enjoy the warmth and comfort of being in her arms.
Just before sleep claimed him, his mind acknowledged the simple yet complicated truth.
He’d fallen helplessly, hopelessly in love with Chloe Sullivan.
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Chapter 4…