3. His mouth — 8 out of 10 reviews mentions that Oliver Queen knows what to do with his mouth. Even Oliver's casual make-out partners have nothing but good things to say about that tongue of his. And while tales of him going down on women are rare, the ones that exist are also hot as fuck. Need I remind you of what user FreeOliver said: "It was more than just his tongue. He ate me out with his whole mouth: teeth, lips and tongue. I can't remember ever coming so hard, so fast or so often." Hot damn!
"Still no sign of him," Diggle said through their comms. Felicity uncrossed her legs, the angle changing her position just enough so she could see Diggle sitting on a park bench on the other side of the busy walkway. His sunglasses, t-shirt and relaxed figure made him look like any other citizen of Starling enjoying the unseasonably warm day.
Felicity glanced down at the book in front of her, trying to maintain her cover. She sat among a clustered group of picnic tables, all of them full of people laughing, talking and barbecuing. Her surreptitious glance around revealed none of them to be their target. She looked back down at her book, adjusting the strap of her sundress as she waited.
"Here," came Oliver's voice both in front of her and on the comm. Looking up, she saw both his hands held ice cream cones. He offered both to her with a shrug. "Chocolate or Vanilla?"
"Thanks," she said, reaching for the vanilla one. Nodding, he slid onto the bench opposite her.
"Where's mine?" Dig asked over the comm. Smiling, she glanced up from her cone. Oliver winked, returning the smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Dig," Oliver said, his tongue darting out to taste the ice cream.
"Sure," came Diggle's unamused response. "While you guys enjoy your dessert, I'm going to take a lap around the area."
Felicity smiled as she watched Diggle walk away, enjoying the vanilla flavor on her tongue as she took a small bite.
"You never really know how great ice cream is," Oliver said, drawing her attention. "Until you don't have it for five years."
The smile that had formed on her face froze as she watched him. His head was turned in profile. His gaze locked off to the side, watching a group of skateboarders perform their seemingly endless supply of tricks on mundane park equipment. But Felicity couldn't tear her eyes away from his tongue.
It was like he was determined to get as much ice cream as he could with each lick. His tongue extending slowly from his mouth as it licked a wide strip from one side of the scoop to another, curling in at the end to capture as much of the ice cream as possible. Felicity felt her mouth go dry as he continued his ministrations.
He switched the cone to the other hand. His arm moving to rest on the table, his biceps flexing as he turned to look more squarely at the skateboarders. Now his tongue was licking the scoop with small, precise moves; quick then slow, fast then deep. Then he slowed down, licking all the way around the scoop as his hand rotated the cone before taking small, almost teasing bites. Felicity's hand found its way to her neck, suddenly feeling very hot. He grinned, supposedly at something the skateboarders were doing, but Felicity couldn't bring herself to care what, her entire brain zeroed in on his mouth. The ice cream was nearly level with the top of the cone, his tongue taking deep, quick licks to get to it.
Then, with a low chuckle, he dropped his head, his mouth biting the top off the cone and breaking Felicity out of her daze.
Shaking her head to clear the fog, she looked down at her melting cone.
"Wasn't it good?" Oliver asked. She peeked up to see him motioning toward her half melted cone, a smile on his face.
"Yes, it was great," she said, hating the blush on her cheeks. Standing abruptly, the mission forgotten, she gestured toward the bathrooms. "I'll just go clean up this mess. Not that it's a mess. I mean, the ice cream was great. But now I'm all sticky and I'm going to stop talking now."
She ignored Oliver's amused expression as she stormed off, tossing her melted cone into a trash bin on the way. Once inside the dingy, decidedly unclean bathroom, she clicked off her comm, before letting out a breath she hadn't been aware she had been holding. Thankful that there were at least paper towels and a full soap dispenser, Felicity forced herself to clean up. She washed her hands, then sprinkled cold water on her face when she caught her flushed reflection in the mirror.
Shaking her head, she turned her back on the evidence. She closed her eyes, unable to contain the groan that escaped her lips as she thought about Oliver's tongue. She honestly hadn't been aware that an ice cream cone could be so erotic. Or that Oliver's tongue clearly knew its way around one.
It made her wonder what else his tongue knew its way around, certain aspects of the dreaded article about his patented sex moves coming to mind.
"Felicity," Oliver yelled from the other side of the closed door, accompanying it with a sharp knock.
Breathing deep, Felicity pulled open the door to the bathroom to find a smiling, carefree Oliver waiting for her.
"Diggle is making the exchange now," he said. Felicity nodded, clicking her comm back on and forcing her mind back to the mission.
Oliver started off toward the far side of the park, slowing down his normal stride so Felicity could keep up. They slowed even further as they spotted Diggle talking to a seedy looking drug dealer, listening to their conversation over the comm. Deciding that Diggle was trustworthy and had enough money, the drug dealer motioned for him to follow.
Looking for all the world like two friends out for a stroll, Felicity and Oliver casually followed the men through the park. Occasionally stopping to pretend to be interested in a tree or a flowerbed or nothing at all, so long as the man with Diggle kept walking. He led them to the edge of the park, where a several small buildings were. They watched as Diggle disappeared between two of them.
"Now we wait," Felicity said, watching the spot Diggle was last seen. They were there only as backup, in case something went wrong. Five minutes later, Diggle emerged from the alleyway, giving them only the slightest of nods before heading off in the direction of his car. Afraid that Diggle might be watched by the drug dealers, Oliver had insisted they take separate vehicles.
"Let's go," Oliver said, grabbing his comm out of his ear. Wordlessly, she took Oliver's comm, pocketing both as she followed him back through the park where he had parked his car.
Diggle's car was already parked behind Verdant when they arrived. Lost in thought about the tests she would need to run on the drugs Diggle acquired, she didn't notice Oliver stop abruptly before the door to the basement, almost running into him as he turned sharply. Her eyes quickly glanced around the alleyway, sensing nothing that would cause him to be alert.
When she looked up to question him, she gasped, finding his eyes on her. He was looking at her mouth, grinning.
"You have some ice cream," he said, pointing to the corner of his mouth. "Right here."
"Thanks," Felicity muttered, her hand shooting up to rub away the offending cream.
"Nope," he said, his smile growing. "Here let me."
Before she could protest, one of his hands slid around her neck, gently pushing her jaw up with his thumb. His other hand grazed her jawline, before cupping it. His thumb ghosting out over her mouth, causing a small gasp to escape her mouth. Then he leaned in, almost curling around her as his tongue licked in to her slightly parted lips, before his mouth came down to suck ever so sweetly at the corner of her mouth.
He tasted like chocolate.
That was all she needed, too eager to know exactly what his tongue could do. She opened her mouth, sliding her hands around his neck pulling him closer. She moaned as he stepped forward, turning them until he was pressing her into the cold brick wall beside the door as his tongue swept into her mouth. One of her hands combed through the hair on the back of his neck, pulling him in tighter. His stubble tickled and itched slightly as he slanted his mouth over hers, but Felicity couldn't worry about the inevitable abrasion it would cause, not when his tongue was in her mouth, moving with precision. Moaning, she sucked on his tongue delighted to hear Oliver groan against her; she could feel the vibration of it in his chest as he pressed more firmly against her. Breathing became difficult, his hand on her hip moving down and around to cup her ass gently before his hand squeezed harder. She gasped, pulling away from him, surprised by the jolt of pleasure his grip sent through her.
Their lips still just barely touched as they both breathed deep. She tried to clear her head, her hand still gripping the back of his neck, keeping him close. All she could see was Oliver's slightly swollen lips; could feel where his hand still gripped her ass.
"I think I got it," Oliver said, leaning in to place one quick kiss on the corner of her mouth where he had said the ice cream had been; reminding her why this had started in the first place.
"Good," she sighed, reluctantly letting her hands drop away from his body. He took half a second longer, his hands on her neck and ass tightening once more before he stepped back. Felicity continued to lean against the wall, not sure her legs would support her. She licked her lips, could still taste the chocolate on them. She looked up to see Oliver frozen before her, his eyes on her mouth.
He was still within arms' distance, it would only take one of her arms sliding around his shoulder to bring him back in. The look on his face telling her everything she needed to know about what would happen next.
The shrill ring of a phone made the decision for them.
Oliver closed his eyes briefly, before fishing the phone out of his pocket. He looked down at the phone in his hand, a weary smile on his face as he informed her, "Diggle."
"Right," she said, turning to punch the code into the door.
They had a mission to do and it didn't include thinking about how eerily accurate that article had been about his mouth or, more specifically, his tongue.