Banner By: Andrea
Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Word Count: 1,765
Prompt: “Arrow” written for the Porn Battle XI
It all started with an arrow.
Large callused hands slid up and around soft curves covered by green silk as she raised a hand to his neck and slipped it around to the back of his head. Her nails threading through his short hair tightly as he coaxed her mouth open beneath his, tongue plunging into the warm carven of her mouth while they battled for dominance over the kiss.
She should have known from the minute she walked through the double doors, his target out, arrow sailing through the air that this was how their night would end up.
Chloe’s heart hammered against her chest as she arched her body against Oliver, eager for the warmth that filled her with each stroke of his tongue and caress of his hand. Her moan hit his ears sending a rush of blood south of the border as one hand slid to the small of her back pressing her into him so she could feel how bad he wanted her.
She broke away from his lips, sucking in large breaths as he bent his head trailing small kisses down her jaw before moving to her neck. She tasted like rain and coffee, fresh, exotic and strong. It was enthralling. Everything about her made his body hum with desire and he wondered why it had taken him so long to see it.
“Mmm Ollie…” His name falling from her lips in that small breathy tone made him groan low in the back of his throat as his arm tightened around her waist and lifted her off the ground. He walked backwards, dragging her along until the back of his legs hint the couch, letting himself fall back bringing her with him.
Chloe’s hands fell to Oliver’s shoulders as she shifted, pushing the black knee length skirt up so she could effectively straddle his waist. His hands settled on her hips as their eyes met. His voice was soft almost reverent as he lifted a hand to brush a stray curl away from her eyes before moving it back to her hip.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” She ignored his words dipping her head down, gripping his face between her hands and capturing his lips with searing force. He moaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he guided them in a rocking motion against the hardened bulge in his pants.
Chloe’s head fell back as the rough material brushed against her panty clad center, the friction building a delicious ache in her lower belly. “Oh god yes…more Ollie.” He watched her face as her eyes fluttered shut, teeth sinking into her lower lip, her body pressing harder against his as her breathing became labored.
He didn’t deny her request, how could he? Who knew when he’d be able to get her in this position again? Always so level headed and closed off, but right now Chloe Sullivan was emotionally bare to him and hopefully in the next few seconds she’d be physically bare as well.
Oliver canted his hips lightly as he helped her rub against him, one hand slipping under her shirt and up her back. She shivered as his large palm stroked her back lightly before making its way to her stomach. Oliver pressed his hand against her soft skin gliding it up to the curve of her breast and when his finger brushed against her bra she moaned.
Chloe was burning up. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. She leaned away from his wondering lips, her hands coming to the hem of her shirt as she lifted it up and over her head tossing it aside. She watched as his eyes darkened considerably with lust as he stared at the black lace bra that encased her breasts.
He moistened his lips as he took in the enticing flesh in front of him, his hand dropping to his pants, undoing his fly, gripping his zipper and pulling it down before placing a hand on her upper thigh beneath her skirt and rubbing small circles into the skin with his thumb.
Chloe rocked forward trying to gain his attention as another wave of arousal ran through her at the proximity of his hand to her panties. “Touch me Ollie…I want to feel you.” The words were barely out of her mouth when he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer as he bent his head placing a sucking kiss on the top of one breast.
She dug her nails into his hair as her moans grew louder and Oliver was almost positive if he didn’t take control of the situation he was never going to last. He’d had no idea she’d be so responsive…that she’d feel so good in his arms.
He shifted his hand further up her leg before rubbing his finger along the crease in her panties. He could feel them dampen more at his stimulation as she mewled in his lap softly. When Chloe felt the ghost of pressure moving the fabric against her slick flesh she cried out as she pushed against his finger to increase the pressure.
It had been a long time since anyone had touched her in such an intimate way and she craved the closeness. Oliver stared at her as she came apart above him. It was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. Moans fell from her throat as she rocked herself against his hand while he pressed a second finger against her clit, feeling her panties soak beneath him.
He felt her small palm slid down his chest and then slip into his pants gripping him through his boxers and he hissed at the pressure of her hand on his cock. He was big and when she pushed through the hole of his boxers stroking him firmly his eyes once again met hers and she saw the minute his carefully built up control snapped.
The pleasure that filled him at the small movement of her hand almost had him blowing his load like a teenager. He gripped her wrist hard and she frowned down on him opening her mouth about to protest when he moved her panties aside and slipped two long digits inside her tight channel in a quick motion.
Chloe arched her body as he set a fast pace not sure how long he’d be able to hold back once he was inside of her. He thrust his fingers inside of her as he rubbed his thumb against her clit. She gasped, her body tingling slightly as she fucked herself against his hand not caring about anything for once except for the way he was making her body feel.
Oliver could feel her muscles starting to clench around him and he slipped his fingers from her body causing her to whimper in disapproval. “Ollie don’t stop…please…” He grinned his eyes soft as he spoke while pushing her hand aside and gripping his cock in his hand and placing it at her entrance.
“Relax…we’re not done yet Sidekick.” He spread his legs causing hers to drop further to the sides spreading her wider for him as he pushed up into her tight channel. Her hands clenched on his arms and he leaned in capturing her lips with his as he gave her a minute to adjust to him.
Chloe returned his kiss, as she shifted forward experimentally. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head at how amazing he felt inside of her, stretching her. She felt so full as she placed her hands on his shoulders lifting and rotating her hips slowly against him making him swear as his hands once again fell to her hips to guide movements.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. Chloe Sullivan…his Sidekick…his Watchtower sat astride his lap riding him like a god damned cowgirl, body arching hardened nipples mocking him through the fabric of her bra as her body swallowed him whole over and over again.
He reached up pushing the cups of her bra down exposing her naked breasts to his eyes before leaning forward and taking one hard nipple into his mouth sucking hard as he slid a hand between them using his nail to lightly scratch against her clit.
Chloe bucked against him as she sped up her pace clenching her muscles as she pulled off of him and then slamming back down. She could feel that familiar pressure building low in her belly as she panted. “Oh god yes yes yes…Ollie harder…I can’t…help me please…I need more.”
He grunted and released her nipple from his mouth as he leveraged his hand against her lower back, jerking his hips up hard. He rubbed her clit harder as he felt the base of his spine tingle, knowing his orgasm was near.
Chloe met him thrust for thrust and as his fingers closed around her clit pinching slightly she threw her head back and cried out his name loud as she came hard, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her body as he continued to move inside of her drawing out her orgasm.
Oliver felt her inner walls pulsate squeezing him and two more plunges forward and he came shooting inside of her, his orgasm crashing over him as he gripped her to his body. She collapsed against him breathing heavy, her head leaning against his shoulder, hot puffs of air touching his cheek as he stroked her back gently.
Several minutes later when they’d finally had a chance to catch their breath she sighed and shook her head, voice soft and she lifted her head and glanced at him with a tired smile. “I should have known…” She saw a hint of humor in his eyes as he gave her an innocent look while tilting his head to the side.
“I don’t have the slightest idea what you are talking about.” She squinted glaring at him lightly. “Hmm…Target practice? At Watchtower?” Oliver’s lips slid into a smirk as he gave her a one armed shrug. “Practice makes perfect...”
She snorted. “Somehow it doesn’t seem like you need much practice…” He gave her a thoughtful look. “Hmm now that you mention it, it does kind of seem like I hit the bullseye…doesn’t it?” Chloe rolled her eyes, but made no attempt to free herself from his grasp.
She sat in Oliver’s lap their bodies still intimately connected as she glanced at the center of the room, catching sight of his discarded compound bow, and shook her head. And to think this whole thing started with a simple arrow.