Losing Control 1/1
Title: Losing Control
Summary: Sometimes letting him take her control away wasn't all that bad.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Threw this together in one night. My mind was in the gutter obviously.
Chloe arched her back against him, thrusting her chest into his hand and pressing her backside against his erection.
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Months of flirting. One month of pretending that when they grabbed lunch and coffee together it didn’t mean anything. Three weeks of dating. And one week where they experienced one another like they’d been aching to do for a year. It had gone by in a blur. She barely remembered what days and what nights were spent in her bed or his. Then he was gone on his Queen Industries jet back to Star City.
Two weeks he’d been gone, leaving her with the ghost of his hands trailing over her body, his fingers kneading her flesh. Two weeks she laid awake at night allowing her own hands to slip over her skin, wishing they were his.
After two weeks Clark flew to Star City requesting Oliver’s presence back in Metropolis. Oliver cut his business trip short, not at her request, but Clark’s. Of course she had to admit she hadn’t even asked him to in the first place.
He’d entered the tower, which was already in panic mode, only to glance at her before passing by her to suit up. She bit her lip nervously, forcing herself to pay attention to the various conversations around her, but all the while feeling as if every nerve in her body was on fire.
Four hours later they all returned. She was tense with a frustration but she couldn’t...no...she wouldn’t try to pin point the root of it. Most of all she was angry though, angry at their inability to follow orders, and their ability to put themselves in danger. She snapped angrily at the group of them, yanking away her earpiece and tossing it onto the desk.
There was a fair amount of grumbling from the group mixed in with a few more vocal comments from Clark. She wasn’t going to respond to any of them, not even him. Of course, she noted as she typed at her keyboard, he hadn’t even said a word to her since he had gotten back, even though he’d been one of the ones she had been directing her anger at. As they shuffled out the door, mumbling about her being bossy an arm snaked around her waist.
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“I’m angry at you.” She said softly.
His gloved hands slid over her legs, trailing up the inside over her thigh making her tremble in response.
“You’ll get over it.”
At that point she would have spun around on him, pinning him with an angry glare, but his fingers brushed over her panties creating a delicious friction that she had been aching for since he left. “Don’t tell me I’ll get over it. You don’t-.” Thick gloved fingers slipped past the edge of her panties and pressed into her, making her gasp at the sudden invasion.
“You were saying?”
As they slid deeper she could only whimper in response. Chloe grasped the edge of the desk, spreading her legs further for him, and momentarily congratulating herself for slipping on a skirt when she found out he would be there for the mission.
His fingers worked her slowly, the seams of the gloves rubbing over her sensitive flesh. Then they were ripped from her suddenly and she felt her body sag at their loss. She pushed off of the desk, starting to turn her body, but one hand settled on her hip, stopping her, while the other splayed across her back.
“Not yet.”
She started to ask him what he meant, but his hand pushed gently on her back, forcing her to bend slightly over the table. As gloved hands slid up the back of her thighs, raising her skirt as they went, she couldn’t ignore the clench in her abdomen or the way her hips pressed back against him.
“For someone who is angry with me...”
His fingers slid over her panties again, teasing her, pressing against her entrance.
“...you sure aren’t fighting much.”
Just when she tried to push herself up off the table and argue with him his hand clenched the back of her shirt, tightening it over her breasts, and thrust his fingers into her again. She fell forward onto the table, grasping for anything and only finding a hand full of paper as he forced his fingers impossibly deep within her. Yet it didn’t matter, it wasn’t enough. “Please.”
“Are you still angry?”
His fingers brushed over her clit and she dropped her forehead against the cool desk and whimpered. At this point she probably would have been whatever he wanted her to be just to have him inside of her again, but some part of her, that stubborn part still held out. “Yes.” She forced out through gritted teeth.
“Really?”
Another finger slid into her forcing her to cry out.
“You don’t listen.” The finger that had been massaging her clit stopped and he slid his fingers out of her. For a moment she feared that he would stop, put off by her response, but his hand remained on her back.
“And you’re to bossy for your own good tower.”
She swallowed at the hard tone in his voice and the use of her codename. His hands wrapped around her ribs and slid down. She wasn’t aware of what he was doing until she felt him gather her the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. Chloe didn’t even bother sliding it completely off her arms. His hands were already working the clasp of her bra, allowing it to slid down her arms to rest with the shirt that now lay against the table. One gloved hand covered her bare breast and pinched her nipple. Chloe bit her lips in response, wincing against the slight pain. “It’s not my fault you’re to stupid to listen to me for your own good.” She snapped, pleased with herself and worried about his response at the same time.
“You know...”
He slid her thong down over her hips, but left it around her thighs.
“I’m starting to think you like antagonizing me.”
There was a small sound in the background that she barely even noticed until she felt his bare fingers sliding into her from behind. She whimpered pitifully, squeezing her eyes shut and praying that he would just do it already.
“You like the control don’t you?”
She pressed herself onto his fingers, wanting more of him in her, but he pulled them back in response.
“Don’t you?”
“Yes.” Her voice shook with the pent up tension. All she wanted to do was wrap her legs around him, draw in him into her, and never let go. She was more then ready, teetering on edge ready to fall off. The wetness between her legs was undeniable and only more of a reminder of how far he had already brought her. His fingers rolled her nipple almost gently, then pressed together harder, forcing her to cry out in shock and her back to arch.
“What do you want?”
That had to be obvious, but she didn’t dare say that. “Please.”
“What do you want?”
His fingers slid out of her, sliding gently over her folds, it was nowhere near enough. “You, please, I-.” Something close to both pleasure and shock exploded in her as he pressed against her clit. “Oh god, Oliver please. Please, please.” She was gasping now, whimpering against the table, with her heated cheek and bare breasts pressed against the cool metal.
“Are you still angry?”
“No, god please. Just-. I need you.” One hand replaced the one massaging her clit, and although she missed it on her breasts she barely even noticed. His fingers slid over her folds then disappeared, and she almost whimpered in protest until she felt the head of him pressing against her. She would have tried to slide herself onto him, but he was already a step ahead of her, grabbing her hips and yanking her onto his erection. Normally she would bite her lip or at least have the presence of mind to tone down any vocal response, but this time she didn’t care, didn’t even think about it as he stretched her almost roughly, sliding in completely, causing her body to arch and elicite a scream. There was no time to collect herself as he gripped her hips harder and took her again, and again, and again. Never one losing his rhythm. Only moving faster and harder inside of her.
Each time he slid home she cried out for him, for god, begged, whimpered. He was relentless as he slammed into her, pressing so deep and hard, touching something so deep inside of her, that she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. It seemed like forever, but it was only a matter of minutes before she was screaming his name, coming for him, and almost crying tears of relief as the built of tension was released from her body. Some time between her coming and her body giving out on the table he grunted above her, taking her with a few more deep strokes, somehow still making her shudder and whimper even after her orgasm.
It was only as she laid there for a few brief seconds on the cool table, completely satiated and ready to pass out, that she realized he was right, she did like the control. She needed the control, and normally he didn’t mind handing it over to her. Yet she hadn’t counted on him reversing the rolls on her. She probably would always have the control, leading the league and calling the shots, but something told her when it came to other extracurricular activities Oliver had the more dominating personality, and she actually found she didn’t mind giving up her control to him.
His arm wrapped around her waist, pulled her off of the table and into a standing position. To her relief he didn’t let go, giving her time to get her bearings before she felt she was able to stand on her own two eet. This time when she turned he didn’t stop her.
“Is it to late to say I missed you?” Oliver asked cheekily and brushed a piece of wavy hair from in front of her eyes.
“No.” She yawned in response and brought her hand up to the zipper of his vest.
“A week is to long.” He mumbled as his lips pressed against hers for the first time in two weeks. Her lips were slow against his, but opened to his seeking tongue. Moments later he pulled away, letting her rid him of his vest.
“Which means you aren’t going anywhere tonight.” He cocked an eyebrow in amusement.
“Is that an order?”
She smiled in response. “Maybe.”
Oliver slid his hands down her back, cupping her backside in his hands, and lifting her. “Like I said, you’re bossy.”
Chloe tightened her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Just the way you like it.” She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and rested her head on his shoulder.
The trip to her bedroom wasn’t long, and soon he was settling her onto the mattress and ridding himself of the rest of his leathers as she stripped off her skirt. Chloe yawned into his shoulder and burrowed closer into his embrace. “That’s going to hurt in the morning.”
“I would warn you, you’re only going to inflate me ego.” She slapped at his chest, but he caught her hand in his.
“I thought it had already reached maximum capacity.”
“I thought so to, but the way you scream...” She looked up from his chest with narrowed eyes. “What?” He asked innocently.