Chapter 2

His lips were rougher than she imagined, not that she thought about it before, but considering his status, Chloe figured it would be different. She also thought that she wouldn't fall for his stupid charms, but here she was, drawn more into it as each second went by.

Somewhere in the first few seconds, his other hand had found the way to the zipper of her dress and with no hesitation in his fingers, she felt the material come loose. All this time, he was still kissing her, giving her more passion in one kiss than she had felt during her entire relationship with Jimmy.

Wait, was that possible?

One more stroke of his tongue inside her mouth elicited a moan from Chloe and she knew that it was. So she made quick work of his tie, having more than enough experience teaching the men in her life trying to tie one. She wanted to roll her eyes for having her mind travelling there, but instead, Chloe pushed herself even closer to Oliver. Their chests skimmed against each other as Oliver lifted her in the air, moving her so her bare back hit the wall.

Their lips finally disengaged, Oliver didn't waste any time moving to her neck. "Don't suppose I could have that name now?"

"Nice try," she whispered back, while trying to bite the inside of her lip. There was no way something so simple could feel this good. Lifting her head, she allowed Oliver better access as muffled noises continued to escape her.

Moving her away from the wall, Oliver felt her feet tug tighter against his back, feeling the tightness in his pants increase. The woman was a mess, but whoever she was, she affected him more than Oliver expected. Walking backwards, the back of his legs came in contact with the couch, causing him to fall to a sitting position, which seemed to suit her just fine.

Kneeling on the couch, Chloe was quick to straddle Oliver, looking slightly down at him. She took a breath, not expecting that her night would lead her here, but oddly, she didn't want to leave. Making quick work of the buttons of his shirt, Chloe pushed it open, only admiring the view for a couple seconds. She'd be a fool not to, but she was rather enjoying her position of control and she planned to keep it that way for just a little while.

Kissing him again, she decided to multitask, as Oliver felt her body grind hard against his groin and he couldn't hold back the groan anymore. But that didn't stop her, in fact, she increased her pace and Oliver could practically visualize the smirk on her face before opening his eyes.

Trying to ignore the way his pants were becoming increasingly constricting, Oliver shrugged his shirt down his arms, taking note of the way her eyes stared at his biceps for just a second. Oliver took the distraction to wrap his fingers around her arms, pushing them both back up to a standing position.

When the surprise wore off her face, he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Admit it." Oliver kept his mouth inches from her as his hands moved towards the straps of her dress, sliding the material from her body. "You didn't come here for a quickie on the couch."

Chloe tilted her head unconsciously at his point, as she felt pretty speechless. He continued to stand over her, his hands moving to grip her hips, somehow pulling her closer, enough to feel his erection against her body. It was enough to get Chloe to grin, so she confidently stepped over her dress, knowing the dusty pink lingerie was the only items of clothing that remained on her figure. However, based on Oliver's continued stare at her body, he didn't seem to mind and Chloe soon found her voice.

"So what are you waiting for?"

That was all that Oliver needed, as he began to lead her towards his bedroom. On the way, he noticed how her hands had moved to his pants, undoing the button, moving the zipper down slowly. She took notice of her surroundings and managed to drop his pants at the right time.

So before he entered the room, he stepped out of his pants carefully, noticing the darkness of the room within. But within seconds, Oliver realized that it brought more fire out of his female company.

The darkness suited her as not only did it shoo away Chloe's shyness, but it also erased most of his features from his face, reminding her of what this night was. Granted, she could still see Oliver beyond all this, but not enough to appreciate his slightly attractive five-o-clock shadow, his captivating brown eyes, not to mention all the contours of his chest, like before. Then again, her fingers were doing a good enough job of exploring the latter, even in the dark.

She twisted her fingers, dragging her nails down his chest, and she heard him hiss in response as they approached the bed. Oliver had stopped momentarily when they got there, as Chloe could feel a slight rotation of her body, but she noticed him fishing around a drawer in the bedside table, eventually grabbing the foil package and tossing it backwards before they both fell onto the bed.

Oliver was quick to change positions so that he was on top of her, however, even less time went by before he made his first move. Two fingers slid up the side of her thighs, grasping the bottom of her underwear as he began to slowly pull them down her body. Every inch they seemed to move, Chloe felt herself holding her breath, letting it go as they were fully removed. They were practically useless anyway, as she had felt their wetness even before she practically gave him an abbreviated lap dance on the couch.

His dark eyes met hers once more as he disposed of his boxers, tossing them in a similar direction. Moving atop of her, he kissed her lips again, slipping his hand under her back, lifting her up to bring her closer. Eventually, she had wrapped her arms around his neck, smoothing her fingers down his back as she held on.

The kiss was short this time, and Chloe felt the clasp of her bra become loose before falling back hard to the mattress again, but Oliver was far from finished. Chloe watched as he reached to grab the condom, tearing the package with his teeth. So while he was occupied, she took off her bra, laying it down beside her. Oliver had made it clear that he had no problem with her body, a first in her life, and the thing had become unnecessary since the clasp was undone.

What she didn't see was how Oliver's eyes flickered up as he noticed her moving. Initially, he thought she had changed her mind, which wouldn't have been a surprise to him, but as her back rotated back to her lying position, he took a second to admire her beauty.

She wasn't his usual type, sure, but there was something about her naturally curvy body that caught his eye from the moment he saw her. The fact that she could walk the fine line between confidence and vulnerability so easily and be honest with him only fascinated Oliver more.

But he shook out of his trance and got back to work. Placing his hands closer on the inside of her thighs, he felt her tense slightly as he inched towards her clit. "How long?" he asked, not expecting an answer.

Initially, Chloe wanted to scoff, but instead, she decided to say, "Too long." She didn't want to overthink this and she couldn't walk away now. As his fingertips massaged her thighs, Chloe felt herself relax and she actually felt herself lift her hips up, wanting more. Fortunately, he didn't wait too long to oblige her, as a cry of surprise escaped Chloe when his fingers went inside of her.

"There," Oliver said, pushing his finger upwards and hearing her cry in response. "Was that so bad?" He started pumping his fingers back and forth, finding a rhythm that worked with her, but when he paused, she still managed to hold onto some of her cool.

"Was that all you got?" Chloe asked, somehow managing to raise her eyebrows incredulously through everything. She knew poking the bear didn't have much of a point, but she couldn't resist. Her body and inexperience were saying otherwise, but Chloe didn't want to make things easy for him.

Except to her surprise, Oliver pulled his finger out before sliding his other hand down her side. Pausing at her breasts, he painted a circle around her bare nipple, which hardened as the contact increased, even more so as he cleaned up, lapping his tongue around the area.

Repeating the action on the other side, Chloe felt herself getting close to release. It didn't help that when he was finished, Oliver returned to her lips to kiss her roughly. As she opened her mouth, she could taste herself in her mouth, enhanced once Oliver's tongue met hers and Chloe felt herself groan in response. She never imagined that this could actually turn her on, but at this point, Chloe was pretty sure anything would.

At this point, Chloe felt lost as his tongue continued to explore her mouth, his hands gripped tightly to her body, but that was nothing in comparison to feeling his length enter her. And he didn't hold back either. She let out a gasp, but it was muffled by Oliver's persistence in kissing her. A thrust or two later, Chloe finally felt herself let go.

Oliver released her lips, watching her as her orgasm came in, the way her eyes shut and for the first time, he noticed a hint of satisfaction in her expression. It should have been a boost to his ego, but Oliver didn't think of it that way as his own climax was approaching.

It was a mutual exchange, because in a way, they both needed this. Oliver may not understand what she was going through, in fact, he didn't know much about this woman, but he could sense that she needed to feel like this. Wanted, alive in this way. If nothing else, her reaction to the stranger in the bar solidified that.

But that was as much thinking as Oliver was willing to do that night, as he knew one round wasn't going to cut it for either of them. It's why he didn't want to waste too much time with foreplay, and instead let his downstairs brain do the work. After all, it wasn't every situation that was possible.

Noticing her high coming to an end, Oliver pushed deeper, seeing her hips jerk in response and feeling her work with him. Never again did she show her insecurities, and as time went by, the confidence inside of her felt prominent.

In fact, Chloe had no idea where it was coming from. Initially, she chalked it up to trying to keep up with him, but this felt too natural to be the case. He felt amazing inside of her and despite barely knowing her; he seemed to know what made her tick.

Yet she could tell he was enjoying himself as well, if nothing else, by the fact he kept going. Chloe wanted to say she had control in this situation, but the truth was, she had long handed over the reins, let him pleasure her like this. It wasn't her norm, but she would be lying if she said this wasn't worth it.

And if he wasn't kissing her, he maintained eye contact, watching her intently as he moved his cock inside her, from teasing her centre, to slightly changing angles to find that exact spot that caused Chloe to scream his name. Yet even through his motions, his pace and her breathing, Chloe could hear the odd noise that escaped him, all but telling Chloe that she was at least meeting some of his needs. That also didn't include how many times he had come, although Chloe had also lost count of the number of orgasms she experienced, a first for her.

Eventually, he pulled out of her, and while Chloe whimpered quietly, she knew there was no way she could go another round. Before, there had been no such thing as another round, but tonight had completely made up for that. Oliver hovered over her for a second and then manoeuvred himself to lie on the mattress. Her breathing was still hard as she watched him close his eyes without saying goodnight.

Moving her eyes to stare at the ceiling, Chloe felt her chest still rising up and down, not to mention the other sensations throughout her body. The problem now was that she wasn't exactly an expert in one night stands. Was she supposed to leave? Because she really didn't want to go home, knowing that Clark was looking for her and thanks to at least the last couple of rounds, Chloe was really tired.

So she closed her eyes, rotating her body to face away from Oliver, feeling the tolerable, yet pleasing pain from in-between her thighs as she turned. This was everything that she wanted and for now that would have to do. Her walk of shame would come in the morning... when she could actually walk.

Sera's Scribbles: First of all, thank you so much for the lovely feedback. It makes me so happy to see that you enjoyed the first chapter, so here's hoping this was okay. I've written M before, and I honestly thought it was supposed to get easier after my first attempt, but I still blush like crazy.

Now, in case you haven't seen my poll entry on LJ and you're wondering how the heck I'm ending this in one chapter- don't, because I'm not. Consider this an extended prologue.