Thank you for your continued reading of this story. It was just meant to be a one shot but grew thanks to your lovely comments. It took me awhile to get this chapter out because I wasn't sure what to write. I have two other versions of this chapter. Though not 100 percent satisfied with it, I felt this version was the best. I hope you enjoy.
What would you all like to see next? And how do you feel about those fantastic spoilers we've gotten so far? I can't wait for season 3!
She felt like she was in heat. Every time Oliver walked into a room, Felicity wanted to push him against the wall and strip him of all his clothes. The way he moved, the way his dress shirt tightened across his chest as he stretched, were distracting. Instead of working, she was thinking of different ways she could use her tongue on him.
Picking up a contract she was reviewing, she fanned herself. Oliver was sitting at his desk, tie loosened, going over paperwork. She wasn't sure what was enticing about a loosened tie, but it was giving her ideas. Ideas that she wouldn't normally consider but which sex crazy her was more than willing to do. It was a Friday evening at Queen Consolidated. No one but her and Oliver were in the building.
Placing the contract next to her computer, she pushed away from her desk and made her way to his office. She reached up and loosened her hair from its ponytail. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of her pink blouse, she opened his office door.
Oliver looked up at the sound of his door opening. Framed in the doorway was Felicity. His breath caught at the sight of her. He could see the hint of the white lace bra in the cleavage of her blouse. Her hair, which he knew felt like silk, brushed her clavicle.
She stepped inside and shut his door. Kicking her shoes off, she began speaking. "So I was thinking," she began, "We've had sex at verdant, at my place, at your place, but not at work."
He leaned back in his chair, intrigued by her words. Taking her on his desk had been an ongoing fantasy even before they started sleeping together.
Leaning over his desk, hands flat against the wood, she continued. "It's late, no one else is around. I want you to fuck me on your desk. Spread me wide and take me hard."
Any coherent thoughts he may have had went out the window at the image she just painted. Ever since that first night, he learned a few things about Felicity. She was incredibly vocal, reveled in trying new things in bed and she loved to surprise him. Like now. She came around his desk, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. He kept his eyes locked on her face, waiting to see how far she would take things.
Felicity shrugged her blouse off, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching behind, she unhooked her bra and took it off. "Like what you see?" She asked, her voice husky from excitement.
Oliver reached out and ran his hands up the back of her legs. He pulled her closer until she tumbled into his lap. "You always feel like silk," he told her. He ran his tongue across her nipple. "And you taste like ambrosia."
She trembled when his hot mouth enveloped her nipple. Her hands came up to his head and held him close. Each tug and nip of his lips sent a streak of pleasure to her core. Head thrown back, she cried out when his hand came up and pinched her other nipple. Her hips moved against his hard cock. "Fuck me Oliver," she cried.
Oliver groaned at her words. He quickly reached up her skirt and ripped off her panties. Unzipping his pants, he freed his straining cock and positioned her over him. Looking up, he captured her lush lips in a deep kiss and thrust into her. They both moaned at finally being joined after a day of built up tension. Slow was not an option tonight. Felicity began riding him fast and hard. Leaning forward, he tugged on her nipple with his mouth, causing her to tighten around him.
Looking up, he locked eyes with her. He loved this. Loved that he could see the pleasure building and see how much she wanted this. Wanted him. Her pupils were blown as her pleasure built and started tumbling over. Reaching down, he rubbed his thumb over her clit. Her mouth dropped open as she struggled for breath. His other hand gripped her hip, keeping the pace brutal and fast.
When her eyes began to close, he growled and demanded she keep her eyes open. "Look at me!" She kept her eyes open. Her gasps became more high-pitched as she drew closer to her release.
"Oh my gosh," she cried.
Feeling she was near, Oliver stood up with her in her arms and laid her on his desk. A few items flew to the floor but he didn't care. All he was focused on was making her scream his name. Her legs wrapped high on his waist as he continued to pound away into her. Her back arched as she met each of his thrusts. Leaning down, he bit her shoulder. He wanted everyone to know who she belonged to. He wanted her to know too.
Looking back into her eyes, he growled, "Come on babe. Come for me."
Her eyes widened for a moment before he felt the trembles start. She cried out as ripples of pleasure shot through her veins and her body clamped down hard around him. Oliver shouted as he felt his release build and build until he was nearly blind with need. Felicity was clawing his back as her orgasm rolled into another. He pinned her to his desk and fucked her at a maddening pace.
Then finally he came. "Felicity," he shouted as his release shot forth and coated her. He leaned down and passionately kissed her as he continued his frantic thrusts. He didn't want the pleasure to end.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," she cried as her body continued to milk him. "Yes! Yes!"
He gathered her close and gave three more hard thrusts before collapsing on top of her. Their harsh breaths could be heard in the quiet office. Both were pretty stunned by how intense their lovemaking became. Neither had ever felt anything like it.
After five minutes, Oliver felt he had the energy to get off of her. He leaned up and gazed down at her. Her eyes were closed, the ghost of a smile on her face. Her hair was spread around her like a golden halo. He'd never look at his desk the same way. Everyday he'd remember how it felt to take her on his desk.
"I'll never get any work done," he groaned.
She chuckled and opened her eyes to look at him. "I could always get you a new one."
He shook his head. "There's no way I'm throwing out this desk."
Her blue eyes sparkled as she listened to him. "You could always put it in your room. Whenever we're feeling a need to reenact tonight, we can." Biting her lower lip, she continued, "Or you could always leave it here. I mean just because we're dating doesn't mean I'm trying to control you. Not that you could be controlled. Though I've always thought you might enjoy tying..."
Oliver stopped her ramble with a peck to her lips. "We will be reenacting tonight. Next time I'll bend you over my desk while you're still wearing one of those skirts you enjoy so much."