Title: A Man's Heart 2/3

Author: Jude

Email: Miss_.uk

Rating: NC-17

Category: SMUT!

Disclaimer: I own nixies.

Distribution: Anyplace.

Notes: Grab a cuppa and enjoy!

She sat at the window, a glass of wine in her hand and eyes taking in the view. She may not want to live in such an insolated area, but that wasn't to say she couldn't appreciate what it had to offer.

No light pollution meant a crystal clear sky while no sky high buildings meant a stunning sight of the mountain tops, and she was very thankful she'd remembered her camera. Well, both her cameras that was.

One was an all-singing all-dancing digital miracle and the other was a proper SLR. Sure, digital cameras were a great invention, but SLR's were designed for places like this, especially if one wanted a breathtaking shot of the stars.

Plus, Chloe thought with a little thrill of excitement, developing your own pictures was one of life's pleasures. Most girls would settle for a bubble bath surrounded by candles and easy listening music, but her?

A bath like that was better with two and so her choice of time alone, that was also well spent, was in a dark room and working on her work. Not anyone else's work or work for anyone else, but her work that she did to please herself.

The only person who knew she did that was currently sleeping off his dinner in front of the fire.

Sighing, Chloe turned her gaze to Oliver Queen and sighed again. His pants were completely unbuttoned and his shirt was pulled up, allowing her to see where his stomach was still a little puffy from earlier.

She pushed herself away fromm the window and went to sit down next to him on the rug. Though the fire had eased down somewhat, the heat it gave out was incredible and made her wish on all those stars outside to have one in the Tower. The thing had literally warmed the house right through and it was glorious.

Especially on the day they arrived.

Chloe had shivered as the chill of the house almost went bone deep and neither she nor Oliver had taken their coats off for quite some time, but oh. When that fire kicked in...

She sipped her wine before setting it at arm's reach behind her. "Ollie..."

A nice evening like this was nothing without someone to share it.

His hair was soft without gel, blonde strands tickled her palm and fingers as she touched, his skin equally so. She followed his jawline and pressed her thumb into the cleft on his chin, moving up to smooth across his mouth.

A mouth that smiled and laughed no matter how bad the situation, a mouth that spoke wit and sarcasm while speaking the truth.

Chloe felt her body jump as arousal made her pussy clench.

A mouth that would kiss her gentle as his hand slid up her skirt, a feather's touch on her thighs before going there. The words he would speak so different to what he did and God, he could make her cum in five seconds flat.

She had to kiss that mouth.

Leaning down, she breathed in and ohhhh. This wasn't Oliver Queen, billionaire, and it wasn't Green Arrow, mistrusted vigilante and theif, this was plain old Ollie.

There he was, all warm and natural and peaceful.

He didn't respond, she knew he wouldn't, so she kissed him again. Longer this time and a little harder, her tongue stealing a taste.

Chloe moved closer, her body reacting on instinct. She knew her panties were getting damp and nipples were turning sensitive.

Early excitement was always the most fun.

His grunt was of annoyance went ignored.

She kissed him again, longer, harder. Whimpered when he responded. Her naughty little hand trailed from chin to chest to abdomen, where she paused paused for thought. His shirt was simple to move and then there was flesh.

Flesh that was well looked after and carefully maintained, a perfect wrapping for toned muscle and strong bone. From the inside out, he took pride in his appearance and it paid off in so many ways.

Abdomen twitched and flexed as nails lightly scratched and tickled his naval. Hands going further down. Followed the fine treasure trail of formed lines and taut muscle to where palm touched hair. This time, though, the hair was different.

Rougher, coarser, thicker, a textured clue that she was close.

His mouth formed silent words against hers and hands of his own moved, startling her.

The access was bad, but just enough room for small fingers like hers to ease down and then there was softness. He wasn't aroused yet, allowing her palm to curl around the whole of his dick.

His own hand was warmer than hers with longer, thicker fingers and a stronger wrist. Feeling that hand cover hers, startled her into looking up and then she was looking into sleepy brown eyes.

"Taking advantage of me, princess?" That mouth quirked up.

"Don't let me stop you."

XOXOXO

Oliver squeezed those longer thicker fingers around hers, forced the right kind of pressure right where he needed, hissed when pleasure stung his nerves.

Chloe watched brown eyes melt and lids flicker, she saw what she felt and her pants paid the price. Hips inched from side to side, thighs tensed, discomfort from a sudden ache that ran deep.

Such a fucking turn on having him like this.

Wanted to watch it happen, wanted to see that cock get nice and hard for her.

He pushed himself up and touched her face. That one single tiny stroke of a calloused finger made her eyes close and breath uneven.

"You wet?" Oliver murmured, eyes focusing on the rise and fall of her chest. A chest covered by a simple silk shirt that just had to go. The first button was done quickly, easily, but he slowed, decided to take his time.

"Ollie..."

He didn't answer, knew he didn't have to because Chloe understood.

No answer from him meant he wanted one from her. No take without give in their relationship.

"Is my sweet little Chloe cunt all juiced up and ready to play?"

She couldn't do anything but nod. She'd been the one taking advantage, started the game, but how the tables had turned.

"Show me, princess," his whisper slid over her like fine grains of sand. "Take off those pants and show me."

No shoes made it oh so easy for her to obey and then she sat in front of him, in an open blouse and bra while Oliver looked.

"More."

Chloe moved and spread her legs, but it wouldn't be enough for him she knew. It wouldn't be enough until he had her soaking his face with cum.

Her hands turned to fists that gripped the rug as she watched him watch her.

He shook his head. "C'mon, Tower. I know you're not shy," and then it was his turn to watch her watch him as he got a head start.

Oliver eased his jeans off and sat there, hard shaft held firmly in a hand that moved slowly down and faster up.

Chloe never realised her legs opened that bit more and his gaze went right there between her thighs. Dilated pupils turned brown eyes black when he saw two pretty pink pussy lips all nice and shiny.

For him.

Nice and pretty and shiny for him, because of him.

His prick pulsed his palm as he screwed his own hand, his hips moving more rapidly and without rhythm while his brain went into overdrive. He didn't know what he wanted more.

That bit of fluff or the mouth that was panting, whimpering for him to do something, say something.

"Fuck me, Chloe. Get over here and fuck me," and then she was there.

All arms and legs and clumsiness, her hot mouth and hotter tongue licked and kissed his shoulder, and Oliver swore. Hands grabbed at her hips, moved her and fingers pushed in from behind.

Her blouse hung off her shoulder and Christ, her perky tits rubbed against chest, letting him feel two itty bitty niples through her bra.

"In, in, in," Chloe shoved her pussy back onto his fingers, a gorgeous noise escaped when two became three and stretched her wide.

"You want it like that? Fine." He'd fucking give it to her like that. "Won't get to cum on my fingers." Not when he was seconds from shooting a load.

Oliver would apologise later for the harsh landing her arms and elbows suffered. Now though, he used his larger frame to pin her in place, used one hand to lift her ass and the other to grab his shaft.

Chloe felt his cock slip up and down her slit, the tip teased her sensitive little clit and it was just so good because she was so fucking wet. There was no resistance when it happened, only the hot velvet pressure of tightening muscles.

"C'mon, c'mon," he grunted, each push and pull egged him to give more and give it hard. Hard enough to hear the slapslapslap of skin, hard enough to feel every single inch of her whorish little puss, hard enough to make it hurt.

It started off as a tingle in his spine, making his back arch and shoulders hunch as tension rolled through. She'd have bruises on her hip tomorrow and she'd be sore, but he'd apologise.

Oliver fumbled down and around, ignoring breasts and going straight for the aroused prize hidden by a patch of peach fuzz. "Trigger finger, princess," and that was it.

Those hot velvet muscles clenched and squeezed and sucked on his dick, forcing his orgasm to hit seconds too soon. He pushed in deep and shot enough cum to make fucking triplets.

"Ollieollieollie..."

Aw man, she was still halfway and he'd just lost it like a fifteen year old with his first Playboy.

Oliver was the one to whimper this time as he kept moving, kept pushing in, each bounce and roll of her hips made his cock burst more.

"Theretherethere, Ollie, oh God," and though Chloe fell silent, he saw and felt it all. The pulsing inside and out, the red flush, the glisten of sweat and sex...

He took her with him when he eased onto his side, his arm around her stomach and chest to her back. They lay like for a while, simply enjoying the endorphin rush only a good orgasm could bring.

She'd made him dinner, let him nap while she did the dishes, then woke him up for sex. A woman like that didn't come along everyday and there was only one thing for it.

"I think I'm gonna marry you."