Chapter 10
It took Felicity an hour to figure out what to wear that evening to dinner, and she still wasn't happy with her choice. She had a closet full of clothing, but nothing suitable for dinner with two of the richest people in Starling City. Earlier that afternoon, she'd agreed to let Oliver pick her up, but without a dress, that would be pretty hard to do. A knock at the door forced her to stop throwing things onto her bed in hopes of finding something worthy of an expensive dinner.
She hadn't brought up the bouquet of flowers or the card that day. Felicity wanted to keep those to herself for now, figuring she'd find out more on her own than if she enlisted any help from Oliver or Sara. Besides, if it turned out to be nothing, she'd look like a fool. It didn't stop her from cautiously peeking through the peephole in her door to find Oliver standing there dressed in his suit from earlier that morning with a simple white box under his arm.
"Shit!" Felicity cursed under her breath. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She began throwing things into the small closet in the hall, hoping to clean up a bit before she went to open the door. Piles of computer parts, trash bags that should have been taken to the dumpster ages ago, and empty take out boxes were strewn all over the floor alongside piles of discarded clothing. Felicity mentally kicked herself for not picking up the night before, when she'd actually had time to clean, but it was too late now.
"Just a minute!" she called out, letting him know she was on her way, albeit slightly preoccupied.
Finally making her small apartment look somewhat presentable, Felicity rushed to the door and threw it open, forgetting she was still in her robe.
"I hope you're not wearing that to dinner," Oliver said as his eyes scanned her up and down. "Although, I won't lie, the stockings are quite sexy."
"Shit!" she squeaked, rushing toward her bedroom.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" he called her back. Felicity reluctantly turned around to see him holding the box out to her. "I figured you'd need something for this evening, so I had Sara pick out a dress for you. I'm pretty sure this is your size, otherwise I'm going to feel like an idiot."
She took the box from him, studying it carefully before lifting the lid to find a dress wrapped in white tissue paper. As she peeled back the pillowy layers, emerald silk appeared before her eyes. Slowly, Felicity picked the dress up out of the box and studied it. Her eyes went wide when she realized it was a couture piece from one of the boutiques near Queen Consolidated. She'd spotted it the previous week while leaving the shoe store across the street.
"This dress costs more than my apartment," she whispered, gazing up at him in shock.
Oliver shrugged. "It's nothing. I just wanted to make sure you looked gorgeous tonight, even though you'd probably look gorgeous in a paper sack."
"You do know flattery is useless at this point," Felicity replied, draping the dress over her arm. "We've already signed the contract. You don't have to keep complimenting me."
"I'm not lying," Oliver said. "You are gorgeous."
A flush rose on Felicity's cheeks and she quickly turned, rushing down the hall to throw the dress over the sexy underwear she still wore beneath her robe. The black pumps she'd bought the previous week came out of their box for the first time, and she instantly found herself five inches taller than before. Although she still didn't reach Oliver's impressive height, at least now they were a little more evenly matched than before.
With her blonde hair held up by a jeweled clip and her makeup already done, Felicity finally stepped out of her bedroom and into the hall where Oliver stood waiting for her. The clicking of her heels alerted him to her arrival and he turned from where he was examining the rows of books in her tiny library. His eyes widened when he saw her and she knew the floor length gown had definitely been the right choice. It accentuated every curve of her body from her breasts to her ass. Yep, he and Sara had definitely done well.
"Wow," Oliver breathed. "You look… incredible."
"Thank you," Felicity replied, feeling a slight blush creep onto her cheeks. She grabbed the small black clutch with her phone, ID's, and her keys already inside and headed for the door. There she grabbed a black shawl to wrap around her shoulders, keeping the chill of the cool autumn air away from her skin.
Oliver's hand wandered to the small of her back, which lay bare to accommodate for the design of the dress. Thick swaths of fabric crisscrossed her shoulders, hiding the straps of her lacy black bra. She could feel the heat radiating from his palm straight into her skin, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
A black limousine waited at the curb, the driver standing stoically beside the door, waiting for them. He opened it and Felicity slid in first, her dress allowing her to glide across the seat until she was pressed up against the curve of the leather couch. Oliver slid in beside her and with a soft thunk, the door was closed. Across from her sat Sara, also wearing a couture dress, only hers fell to her knees and was the inky color of the sky just before sunrise.
"Hello, gorgeous," she said, giving Felicity a mischievous smile. "I was wondering what took so long. I thought for a second there Ollie was going in for a second helping."
"Oh, no," Felicity was quick to deny. "No second helpings of anything. It just took me a little longer than expected to get ready. Sorry if we're late to the restaurant."
"We're early, actually," Sara replied. She slid beside Felicity on the warm leather seat, her hand falling to the stretch of thigh her dress's slit exposed. It was warm against her skin, and softer than she'd expected from a military veteran.
As Sara's fingers crept higher, Felicity's body tensed. This was the last thing she expected to happen before dinner that evening. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier," Sara murmured against her ear before her lips fell to Felicity's jaw. She inhaled sharply, the sudden sensation causing her body to shudder warmly. "You like that, baby girl?" Sara asked, kissing a line down her throat to her collarbone.
"I… Oh!" Felicity moaned when the hand that had been on her thigh reached up to cup her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze through the fabric of her dress. Her head rolled back against the plush leather, giving Sara more access to her neck, which she devoured greedily with her mouth.
"FYI," she murmured against her pulse point, "I can be a little horn dog sometimes. It's what happens when you've been stuck in the military for as long as I have. All your repressed sexual desires come out in droves." Sara continued lavishing kisses on her neck as Felicity raised her head to meet Oliver's eyes.
He sat on his end of the limousine simply watching them, one arm slung over the back of the seat while the other lay limply in his lap. But she could see the fire in his eyes, all passion and lust waiting to be unleashed. Felicity found herself reaching out to him, silently asking if he'd like to join them. Without hesitation, he took her outstretched hand, lacing their fingers together, and brought it to his lips.
"I think we should skip dinner and go straight to dessert," Sara purred, her tongue snaking out, tracing the shell of Felicity's ear. Without warning, her hand slipped beneath the neckline of her dress and wrapped around her breast.
Felicity moaned again and her eyes fluttered shut. Feeling Sara fondle her as Oliver's lips trekked up her arm, pausing to suck kisses into her elbow, her brain decided to shut off, giving over to her baser instincts and enjoying the attention they lavished on her. No longer was she thinking about dinner. Her mind became occupied with just how much pleasure these two could bring her and how much she could bring them.
Oliver nipped the skin along the inside of her arm causing her to gasp. Sara took advantage of her momentary distraction, moving her lips from Felicity's neck to her mouth. The kiss started out slow, simmering for minutes as Sara simply caressed her lips, sucking, licking, playing with them. But it wasn't long before it became demanding, her hand reaching into Felicity's hair to tilt her head up. As Sara licked the seam of her mouth, Felicity's lips parted, giving her full access.
At that same moment, Oliver's hand found its way beneath the slit of her dress and dipped between her thighs, cupping her through the delicate lace of her panties. The heat radiating from his palm made her back arch and her hips grind against him, seeking out more friction.
This had to be a dream, Felicity thought to herself. How else could she be sandwiched between two of the richest and most gorgeous people in Starling City at that moment? But then Sara nipped her bottom lip and she knew she wasn't dreaming. This was real. She was about to sleep with both of them, and she couldn't wait.
Sara's apology had managed to soften her up, to the point where she accepted what was happening to her at that moment. But when she started kissing Felicity with reckless abandon, she knew she'd meant it. Sara was rough around the edges, but on the inside she was all heart, just like Oliver.
Speaking of Oliver… The man was doing ludicrously delectable things with his hand between her thighs. His fingers would ghost over her mound, stop, then trail back down, causing Felicity's body to jerk with each pass. She desperately wanted him to shove his hand beneath her panties and just finger her already, but he was taking his time building her up.
While he drove her crazy with his fingers, Sara drove her crazy with her mouth. She continued to kiss Felicity: her mouth, her cheeks, her chin, her neck, her collarbone. She nipped and bit and sucked her skin, leaving a trail of red marks that she'd follow back up until she found Felicity's mouth again. It was as if Sara was playing a game, and no matter what happened, she'd always win. Felicity didn't care, though, because she won as well.
After licking a line down her neck, Felicity felt the hand Sara had delved deep in her cleavage retreat, but it wasn't gone for long. She used it to pull down the strap of her dress, giving her more skin to claim as her own while Felicity sat there, absorbing it all. It was absolute paradise until Sara's hand dipped beneath the green silk and under her bra, seeking out her nipple. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it into a stiff peak as her tongue lashed at her pulse point.
Just when Felicity thought it couldn't get any better, Oliver's hand finally dipped beneath her panties, stroking up her slit. She shivered beneath his ministrations, her moan reverberating through the interior of the limousine. His fingers delved deeper, zeroing in on her clit and stroking over it, forcing a cry to escape her lips, one that Sara greedily swallowed with her own.
The two of them worked well together, playing off each other's moves, reading Felicity's body as if it was an open book. She couldn't fault them for it. At that moment, she was basically a sitting duck, taking everything they gave without reciprocating, no matter how badly she wanted to. It was as if their sole purpose was to give her the ultimate pleasure that evening. She'd signed up to give them what they needed, not the other way around. But it seemed as if what they needed was to give, so she took it all, letting them use her body not only to satisfy her needs, but their own as well.
Suddenly, the limousine came to an abrupt stop, forcing Oliver and Sara to pull away. Felicity whimpered at the loss of contact, but was soon pulled into Sara's arms, her body coming to rest against the other woman's well muscled frame. She was warm and softer than Felicity expected, but the fact remained that Sara was holding her tight, refusing to let go as if something might happen to her. She figured it was her protective nature, something hard to let go of even after leaving the military. It made Felicity feel safer just thinking about it, and she easily relaxed into her hold.
"Why did we stop?" Sara said, the edge to her voice clear as day. Her eyes darted around, peering through the deeply tinted windows trying to assess any possible threats that might come their way. But Oliver's hand on her knee quickly put her at ease.
"We're home," he calmly replied, his thumb stroking over her skin in soothing circles.
"Oh," came her only response. Without saying another word, she pulled the strap of Felicity's dress back up her shoulder then smoothed down the fabric of her skirt before releasing her hold on the younger blonde. Oliver then knocked on his window and the driver pulled open the door.
He stepped out first, holding his hand out so Felicity could take it. She slid out of the limousine easily, her high heeled feet hitting the ground effortlessly as she used his hand for leverage to stand. Sara quickly followed and the three of them stepped away from the vehicle.
Felicity could see they were in an underground parking structure, far away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi or any other curious onlookers. Privacy was the one thing Oliver and Sara had somehow maintained during their two year relationship, and this was probably one of the main reasons why. Nobody could see if or when they entered the building.
As Oliver led them to the door that opened into the lobby, Felicity noticed the security cameras pointed straight at them. She knew the intention was to make her feel safe, but for some reason, it made her feel even more exposed, to the point where she wanted to hack into the security system and erase any trace of herself entering the building with them.
"Don't worry," Oliver said as he leaned in close, seemingly sensing what she was thinking. "They get turned off whenever Sara and I arrive together."
Felicity wanted to question him, but the door was being opened for them by one of the security staff. They stepped through one by one: first Sara, then Felicity, and finally Oliver flanked them. She followed Sara through the opulently decorated hallway off to the side of the lobby until they reached a single elevator that required a key to gain access.
"You'll have a key by tomorrow morning," Sara said as the doors opened to reveal an elevator as lavishly decorated as the executive elevator at Queen Consolidated: all gorgeously colored amber and red glass with hints of blue and green sprinkled throughout. It took them straight to the penthouse, which was just as opulent as the rest of the building.
Floor to ceiling windows gave her a view of Starling City that rivaled the view from the Queen Consolidated building a few blocks away. By the looks of it, they had entered the living room first. It was decorated in ultra modern furniture in shades of black, white, and grey. Felicity couldn't say she was surprised by the color scheme. So far, all she'd seen Oliver and Sara wear were black, white, and grey. That weekend when she'd bumped into Oliver at the bank was the only time she'd seen him in a splash of color, although his ties also varied daily.
Maybe that was something else she'd work on with them. She was a very bright and cheerful person. Adding a dash of color to their lives would only improve them, Felicity thought. Lord knows they probably needed it after what they'd been through.
Sara grabbed her hand and pulled her along out of the living room toward the bedroom. The ultra modern decor continued down the hallway until they reached a closed door. When Sara pushed it open, Felicity's eyes went wide. She had expected to find it decorated in shades of grey, but instead got the shock of her life.
The room was about the size of her entire apartment and painted in a soft shade of yellow that was very pleasing to the eye. The wall across from the door featured floor to ceiling windows just like the living room while the wall to her left was made up of slate grey marble. There was a bed pushed to the center of it with two slate grey marble end tables to either side that matched the wall behind them. Although the sheets were varying shades of grey in the same ultra modern design as the rest of the penthouse, they still had patches of yellow tying them together with the rest of the room. The bed itself was simple, only featuring a wrought iron headboard with several posts highlighted by decorative spherical finials.
On the yellow wall opposite the bed was an entertainment center in the matching slate grey color scheme as the wall behind the bed, replete with a massive eighty-five inch flat screen television in the center and a stand with several cabinets Felicity assumed held the cable boxes and video players out of view. Everything was so neatly organized that she couldn't keep her eyes from wandering around the room wondering where the closet was.
"Do you like it?" Sara asked as she sidled up behind her, chin falling to her bare shoulder.
"It's… wow," was all Felicity could say. Sara's arms banded around her waist and she gently pushed her toward the bed. When her knees hit the mattress, Sara spun her around and proceeded to press her lips against Felicity's.
She quickly got lost in the kiss as Sara began pulling the pins out of her hair, letting wild curls cascade down her shoulders. "I like you better with your hair down," she murmured, her lips inching away from Felicity's mouth, falling down the column of her throat. Soft, delicate fingers worked the zipper down her dress and unhooked the swaths of fabric that criss-crossed her upper back until the green silk was gently pulled away from her body.
Felicity was left in the bra and panties she'd worn that day along with the black stockings and garter belt that held them up.
"Well, aren't you the sexy little vixen tonight," Sara cooed, stepping back to give her an appreciative once over. "God, Ollie, she is so beautiful."
Felicity almost forgot he was still there, standing with his shoulder pressed against the doorframe with a smirk on his face. Pushing off it, Oliver stepped up to his girlfriend and stood beside her, also taking in Felicity's appearance. As his eyes roamed over the expanses of bare skin, he stepped closer until he was deep in her personal space. His hand reached out, landing on her hip and pulling her forward until she was pressed against him. His other hand came up to cup her cheek, tilting her head back slightly so he could stare straight into her eyes.
That striking shade of blue held Felicity captive. She fell under his spell almost immediately with that deep gaze and sagged against his chest, her arms falling to his shoulders and clasping behind his neck. She could stare into those eyes for eternity, wondering what secrets lay behind them, but then his head dipped down and he captured her lips and her eyes fluttered shut on their own accord.
Oliver Queen was, by far, the best kisser she'd ever encountered. The way his mouth moved over hers drew tiny little noises from the back of her throat. And when his fingers began playing with the clips of her garter belt, undoing each one by one, Felicity knew that was it. He undressed her slowly, his hands roaming her body as his lips and tongue and teeth clashed with hers. The garter belt slipped down her hips, falling to her high heel clad feet, followed by her bra and panties.
Felicity was left in only her black stockings and stilettos. Her heart raced in her chest as Oliver's lips took the same path as Sara's, kissing their way down her throat, the stubble that peppered his chin scraping deliciously down her delicate flesh. She held onto him for dear life, her fingers digging into the collar of his suit jacket as her head tilted back allowing him to lick his way over the hollow of her throat and along each of her collarbones.
"Ollie, you need to share," Sara pouted from somewhere behind her as her hands fell to Felicity's waist, inching up until they cupped her bare breasts. She found herself sandwiched between her new lovers, the silk of Sara's dress at her back and the fine wool of Oliver's suit against her front. She wanted both of them stripped bare, just as she was, but the way their lips quickly brought her to her knees, panting, begging, desperate for more, she knew it would be a while before they were all naked.
As Oliver continued to kiss his way over her shoulders and chest, Sara's lips began sucking kisses along her spine, making Felicity shiver. Warmth blossomed in her belly and inched downward until it pooled between her thighs. It was hard to focus on just what each of them was doing. He was slowly moving south, his lips brushing along her sternum, hands cupping her ass, kneading each cheek whereas her fingers pinched and rolled her nipples until they were painfully erect while her tongue swirled between her shoulder blades.
Felicity's moans echoed through the room as she stood on wobbly legs, hoping she'd get through this gauntlet of pleasure before her knees gave out beneath her. But Oliver's strong arms wrapped around her trembling thighs, holding her up as he trekked lower until he kneeled before her, lips hovering just above her mound. One hand skimmed down her leg, stopping at her knee to push it to the side, opening her thighs. It was then hooked over his shoulder, bringing his face right to her hot, wet folds.
When his tongue darted out to give them a solid lick, Felicity cried out, her body arching back into Sara's, who continued to hold her upright as Oliver worked her over with his mouth. His fingers soon joined the party, spreading her open further, giving his tongue access to her clit. One lick over the sensitive little nub and she thought she would fall over. But Sara held onto her, hands firmly wrapped around her breasts as she pulled Felicity flush against her body.
Her cries reached a fevered pitch when Oliver thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. With his forefinger stroking over her clit and his mouth sucking against her folds, Felicity's orgasm came quick. She reached down with one hand, cupping the back of his head and holding him close while the other fell against one of Sara's over her breast. Her hips bucked wildly, chasing that elusive edge, until her orgasm suddenly overwhelmed her.
"Fuuuuuck!" Felicity cried out when her knees finally gave way. She fell, metaphorically and physically, warmth spreading throughout her body. Sara caught her and eased her into the mattress before letting go while Oliver kissed his way back up her body, his mouth stopping to suck on each painfully erect nipple before finding her lips.
They kissed for several long moments, until her body stopped shaking and her breathing went from ragged pants to something a little more normal. As he laid her down against the cool sheets, Felicity watched Sara grab the collar of his suit jacket and pull him in for a kiss. It was far more brutal than the one he just shared with her, but still hot and intense nonetheless.
His hands took hold of the flimsy straps of Sara's dress, shoving them down her arms before grabbing the neckline and tearing it away from her breasts. She pushed the jacket roughly down his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a heap beside his feet, then grabbed his shirt, tearing it open so buttons flew in all directions, skittering against the white marble floor that wasn't covered by the yellow and grey rug that matched the rest of the room.
Felicity watched with rapt attention as the couple battled between each other, tearing their clothes off until they were almost completely naked. By the time Oliver had stripped her of her dress, Sara was left in only her black patent leather heels and bright yellow panties. He, on the other hand, remained clothed, his dress shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders as she grabbed the belt loops of his pants, quickly undoing the buckle and pulling the belt from his waist. The zipper came down next before she shoved her hands inside the fine Italian fabric, pulling it down his well muscled legs to reveal black boxer briefs straining to contain his growing erection.
When Felicity's eyes worked their way up his torso, she finally understood why he hadn't taken his clothes off the night before when he'd fucked her for the first time. His chest, or at least the little she could see of it, was littered with scars. Most were faded, but there were a few newer ones that were still healing. Either way, she couldn't take her eyes off them.
She didn't pity him for having them. The opposite was true: Why did Oliver have them? Had they been a product of the car accident? Or were they from his days with Helena? In any case, Felicity was curious to find out, but she knew asking would get her nowhere.
Just as she'd promised Oliver she'd tell him about Boston at some point in time, she would follow the same respect when it came to his scars. She knew he would explain how he'd gotten them someday, but for the time being, she was content tracing them with her fingers once Sara had relieved him of his shirt. Now almost completely naked, Felicity could see just how incredibly built he was under all that fabric. Her eyes followed the chiseled lines of his chest and abdomen, stopping where they led to the edges of his underwear.
She wanted to trace those lines with her tongue, give Oliver the pleasure he so easily brought her. But Sara wouldn't let him go. She continued to kiss him, teasing and biting his lip, sucking it between her teeth as his hands fisted the bleached strands of her blonde hair. One trailed down her back, and Felicity found herself staring at more scars.
Surprise returned to her features, her eyes widening when she realized Sara's were fresher than Oliver's and crisscrossed her back like tattoos. Her heart began to ache for the pair, seeing just how damaged they were, but Felicity refused to show it. Instead, she pushed herself off the bed and went to stand behind Oliver. When her lips met his skin, he tensed for a moment, caught off guard by her sudden presence, but when her arms banded around his waist, fingers splaying over his abdomen to bring her chest to his back, he melted into her.
Felicity kissed her way across his broad shoulders, paying special attention to each and every scar she found. Her lips spent several long moments caressing each one as her hands crept lower down his chiseled abs, nails scraping over the lines she'd mapped with her eyes. Upon reaching the hem of his boxer briefs, they dipped beneath the soft cotton fabric for just a moment before she pulled them out.
She teased him, her fingers brushing over his cock through his underwear, making his hips buck in anticipation of what was to come. A smile touched Felicity's lips as they kissed the base of his neck, and she held him a little tighter. Her breasts pressed into his back, nipples scraping across scarred flesh and catching every so often on a ragged edge. It served to turn them both on, and suddenly she couldn't help herself.
Her hands slid beneath the waistband of his underwear. One wrapped around the base of his cock as the other cupped his balls, massaging the heavy orbs between her fingers. Felicity heard the rumble in his chest, felt it vibrate into hers from where she stood pressed against him. He was enjoying it far more than she anticipated, and when Sara joined the fray, dragging his boxer briefs down his thighs, they all knew it was over for him. With two gorgeous women at his beck and call, Oliver was quite literally in the palms of their hands.
Then Sara sank into the mattress, holding herself up by her elbows as she grabbed his cock and pulled him forward slightly. Felicity moved with him, her hands still held firmly in place. She peeked around his massive arm to find Sara's tongue swirling over the fat head of his dick before sucking it into her mouth. Felicity moved along with her, hand pumping up and down his shaft forcing a groan from deep in his throat.
Together they brought him to a shuddering orgasm in minutes, with Sara's mouth wrapped around the head and Felicity's hand wrapped around his shaft. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in her life. Feeling Oliver's hips jerk as he shot his load into Sara's mouth gave her pleasure she hadn't expected. And suddenly all Felicity wanted to do was give Sara the same amount of pleasure as she and Oliver had give her.
Letting go of his now flaccid cock, Felicity pulled away from him, but not before pressing one more kiss to his spine. Sara had rolled over onto her back on the bed, licking the little drops of semen that had spilled from her mouth. With practiced ease, Felicity crawled on top of her, straddling her hips as she leaned over her body. Their bare breasts brushed against each other, nipple to nipple, before she bent down and capture her lips in an unhurried kiss.
Sara tasted like cherry chapstick mixed with the sweet tang of Oliver's release. Felicity couldn't get enough. She devoured her mouth, sucked the breath from her lungs, and didn't let go until they both struggled for air. Trailing down her nearly naked body, Felicity paused to nip little red marks along her neck before continuing on to her breasts. She teased her nipples, biting and sucking and licking each into hard little nubs, all the while listening to her moan. Sara's fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her lower, down her perfectly sculpted abdomen towards her mound.
When Felicity reached her intended target, still clad in yellow lace, she took the fabric between her teeth and dragged it down Sara's legs, their eyes fixed on each other until it fell to her feet. Felicity hovered above her, breaths fanning out across moist skin as Sara waited, biting her lip as her hand caressed Felicity's cheek.
"Show me what you can do with that dirty little mouth, baby girl," Sara baited her.
Without needing to be told twice, Felicity grabbed her knees and pushed them apart then lowered herself until she was a hairs breadth away from Sara's slit. They stared at each other for a long beat before Felicity's tongue darted out of her mouth and licked a stripe from tip to tail, causing Sara to cry out, her head thrown back as Oliver stood behind her watching the scene unfold with that ever present smirk on his face.
She tasted sweet with just a hint of spice, and Felicity ran her hands up Sara's thighs, parting them further until she was spread open for her, folds glistening with her essence. Before delving any further, she kissed her way from one thigh to the other, purposefully avoiding her needy pussy. Sara moaned, loudly this time, and just as she was about to reach down and grab a clump of Felicity's hair to guide her where she wanted her, Oliver captured her arms, holding them firmly against the bed.
"Tease her," he commanded, the look of mischief present in his intense blue eyes. "Make her beg."
"Yes, Sir," Felicity replied with a smile before lowering her mouth to Sara's quivering folds.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Sara whined, her voice rising an octave with desperation and need. She attempted to wrap her legs around Felicity's head, but she grabbed her ankles, forcing them back down on the bed. Without removing her mouth from where it was pressed to her moist folds, Felicity pinned her thighs to the bed, not allowing Sara to move more than an inch in either direction.
Oliver's strong grip on her arms gave Felicity the leverage she needed to drive the woman beneath her wild. She started by swiping her tongue across her folds, licking up the moisture that gathered there. Sara continued to cry out, little moans and gasps of pleasure reverberating throughout the room. They spurred Felicity on, her tongue slowly dragging up to her clit, circling the sensitive little nub without ever touching it.
She glanced up to find Sara panting, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each breath she took as Oliver continued to hold down her arms. Having had enough fun teasing her, Felicity finally gave her what she wanted. Her tongue delved deeper between her folds, spearing into her before quickly coming back out. It caused Sara's hips to buck as a squeal of delight emanated from her throat.
"God, yes! Just like that!" she panted, her head rolling back and off the bed.
When Felicity glanced up, she could see that Oliver was getting hard again and gave him a little smirk. He was next, and that look let him know. He returned it with an expectant smile. Her focus soon went back to Sara's dripping folds, and she lapped up the moisture that was leaking down her ass and thighs with ease. Then it was back up to her clit, her tongue finally swiping across it forcing a high pitched cry to escape Sara's lungs.
Felicity didn't stop. Her tongue continued to lash against the little nub, teasing it to the point where her thighs shook beneath her hold. She decided to let go, her nails dragging up the sensitive skin until they reached the junction of her thighs and hips. In one swift and calculated move, Felicity thrust two fingers deep into her cunt and Sara screamed.
"FUCK!" she yelled. "Please let me come! Please let me come!" Sara begged, clenching her jaw as her hips bucked with Felicity's thrusts. She gazed up at Oliver for permission, and when he gave her a short nod, she went for it. Using her hand and her tongue, she pumped Sara hard and fast until she bucked violently against her, crying out Felicity's name as she finally fell over the edge.
The powerful orgasm left Sara breathless and limp against the bed. She panted, gasping for air as Felicity pulled away from her, gently setting her legs back down on the bed. Behind Sara, Oliver stood smirking at both of them. He closed the distance between himself and the bed, reaching for Felicity. When he grabbed her hand, he pulled her straight to his chest, his lips crashing over her, intent on licking away what was left of Sara.
Felicity moaned, unable to help herself. She loved the way Oliver kissed her. It was hot and bruising, but also passionate and soulful. He kissed with everything he had and made her feel it all the way down into her bones. As his arms banded around her waist, holding her as close as physically possible, she reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, keeping his lips pressed to hers.
When his hands began to wander away from her waist and down to her hips, Felicity did the same, only she was bold enough to reach between their bodies and grab his cock, giving it a few strong pumps. It forced a growl from Oliver's throat. His fingers sank into the flesh of her ass, the nails sending a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure straight up her spine. She bit down on his lip in response, sucking it between her teeth and holding it for a moment before releasing.
Her mouth traveled down his chin, along the corded muscles of his neck, and stopped at the hollow of his throat. Felicity licked the small chasm before sinking her teeth into his skin to leave a little reminder that she'd been there. It wasn't that she was marking her territory, she had no claim to him, but she wanted Oliver to remember just how incredible she could make him feel.
He growled again, this time pulling away from her, but the grip she had on his cock kept him from straying too far. A plan was in place, and Felicity intended to stick to it. Her lips traveled lower, kissing the smattering of scars that littered his chest, outlining each one with her tongue. Through it all, his breathing went from calm to ragged the lower she sank, until her mouth fell just below his navel.
That was when his hands let go of her ass and trailed up her back until they sank into the golden locks of her hair. Finally, Oliver was exactly where she wanted him, at her mercy and begging for more even if he wasn't vocal about it. Felicity had spent years learning the right ways to please a man, and she could read Oliver like a book. He was pleased with her work so far judging by the way his eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw clenched.
Running her hand up his shaft until she reached the crown, her lips pressed against the base, kissing their way along throbbing veins until she stopped below her fingers. With her other hand cupping his balls, she began to massage them, rolling the orbs between her fingers as her mouth wrapped around the tip. Felicity savored the groan that escaped his throat when she took him deeper into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks to create as much suction as possible. The fingers he had tangled in her hair dug deeper into her scalp. She gazed up at him to find his eyes shut tight and his head thrown back in ecstasy.
From that point on it became a game to her. She'd bob her head up and down his shaft while rolling his balls with her hand, stop at a random spot and suck hard before releasing, then start the torture all over again. When Oliver's hips began to rock with her movements, she knew he wouldn't last much longer. It was what Felicity had counted on when she started sucking him off. He'd pleasured her in more ways than she could count and it was only polite to return the favor.
The feel of hands running up the backs of her thighs made Felicity pause for a moment. A glance behind her found Sara laying on her stomach slowly trekking up until she was almost on top of Felicity. "Share," she whispered into her ear, and although Felicity wasn't happy about the move, she did as she was told, obeying her mistress. Her mouth released Oliver's cock, but he didn't let go of her.
A glance up revealed the angry glare he shot at his girlfriend for interrupting, and Sara smiled back snidely, her mouth getting ready to wrap around his shaft. Oliver released his hold of Felicity's head, grabbing Sara's bleached locks and pulling her away. She was shocked at how rough and violent the action seemed, but Sara continued to smile and even laughed when he pulled her into a kneel on the bed.
"Let her finish," he growled.
Sara's sharp blue eyes met his in challenge as she replied, "What? And miss the fun? I don't think so."
"Don't make me restrain you, woman," Oliver warned, the deep tenor of his voice sending cold chills down Felicity's spine.
'So this is his angry voice,' she thought, watching the power between the two shift back and forth as they stared each other down, waiting for one to crack.
Oliver's hand flexed in Sara's hair, the hold tightening to the point where Felicity could see her face contort in a grimace. "Fine," Sara sneered. "She can finish you off, but then you owe me."
"We'll discuss that later," Oliver replied, letting go. He wasn't gentle about it either. She was flung back into the bed, landing with a soft 'oof' against the pillows.
Then his attention turned toward Felicity and his features instantly softened. It was like night and day. She had never seen anyone go from incensed to tender in a split second. Just watching it gave her whiplash, but then his hand was sliding to the back of her skull, cradling it gently and guiding her back to where she'd been before. With only slight hesitation, she opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out to give his still rock hard cock a tentative lick. She would analyze what happened later, after they'd gone to bed, if she wasn't too tired.
Finding her groove was easy. Felicity's head quickly began to bob up and down the long, veiny shaft, taking it down the depths of her throat until she was balls deep before rocking back so only the tip remained in her mouth. She would suck it for a few seconds, tongue swirling around the crown, lapping at the precum that gathered there before swallowing him again. With each downward pull, she heard Oliver groan as his hand slid from her hair to cup her cheek.
"That's it, baby," he whispered encouragingly, his hips starting to rock with every bob of her head.
Oliver was close. She could feel it in the way his balls tightened in her hand and through the erratic jerks of his hips. Felicity's movements grew stronger, more calculated. With every downward thrust, she'd squeeze the little orbs between her fingers just enough to hear him groan above her. She'd hollow out her cheeks, sucking hard and fast on the upward stroke. Her final move: grazing his sensitive skin with her teeth.
That was what finally pushed Oliver over. His hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her in place as he bucked into her mouth, letting go of his load at the back of her throat. And Felicity took it like the champ she was. Not a drop was left to spill down her lips or chin. Her hand gave him a few final pumps, releasing only when he let go of her hair and stumbled backwards.
"Fuck," Oliver groaned as he flopped onto the bed beside her. He grabbed Felicity's chin, tugging her towards his mouth for a kiss that lasted several long moments. When he released her, she felt out of breath and sated even if she hadn't been fucked like her partners. Being able to please them was what gave her pleasure and right now she was flying high on it.
They laid there, the three of them, for how long, Felicity didn't know. There were periods of lost time where she must have fallen asleep only to be woken up again by soft kisses against her shoulder or her thigh or her mouth. Whatever the case, she enjoyed the afterglow. And when the bed shifted beneath her, she gazed up to see Sara scampering out of the room. She returned a few minutes later with a stack of take out menus in her hand.
"So, what would you guys like for dinner?" she asked, dropping the flyers between them. "I was thinking Chinese." Sara gazed at Oliver as if whatever had happened between them a little while ago had already been forgotten, smiles lighting up their faces as they stared at each other.
"Felicity?" Oliver turned to her and asked.
"Um, yeah, Chinese sounds good," she answered. "Just make sure whatever you order doesn't have nuts because I didn't have enough room in my purse for an Epi-Pen tonight and the last thing I want to happen is an allergic reaction. Those are never pretty, and I'd hate to end up in the hospital tonight."
"Alright, eighty-six the nuts," Sara said as she grabbed the Chinese menu then reached over the side of the bed to the nightstand where her phone had somehow ended up. She called in the order, seamlessly transitioning from English to Mandarin without missing a beat.
Felicity sat awed by that tidbit of information.
"She also knows Arabic and Russian," Oliver whispered into her ear as his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. She instantly melted into him, her body relishing in his warmth.
"What about you?" Felicity asked as she turned to face him. Her feet wiggled their way between his calves seeking out further warmth.
"Russian and Mandarin," he said. "You?"
"Hebrew," she replied with a smile. When his brows furrowed slightly, Felicity added, "I'm Jewish. Learning Hebrew was a must growing up in my house. It's one of the few things I remember about my father. He was Jewish, but not exactly what you would call faithful. We maybe went to temple a handful of times when I was a kid that I can actually remember. After he left, my mom decided it would probably be a good idea if we just stopped going altogether. I might not know the entire language, but I can still have a conversation with someone if the need arose."
"You are a very interesting woman, Miss Smoak," Oliver said as his hand came up to brush a few tendrils of stray hair away from her face.
"I'd say the same to you, but you're a guy, not a woman, and there goes my mouth again," Felicity replied, squeezing her eyes and lips shut. It wasn't until she felt the rumble of a soft chuckle against Oliver's chest that she dared to open her eyes again. She found him gazing back at her with a soft expression on his face, one that looked slightly amused instead of annoyed.
"I think it's endearing," he said, his thumb brushing beneath her bottom lip before he pulled it free from where it was trapped between her teeth.
"As do I," Sara said from behind her. Felicity hadn't realized she'd hung up the phone and was now eavesdropping on their conversation. "Food should be here in fifteen minutes," she added. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving. I'm gonna go freshen up a little in the bathroom and meet you in the kitchen."
With that, she hopped out of bed and scurried out of sight somewhere behind them. The sound of running water soon reached Felicity's ears, but she was reluctant to pull away from the warmth of Oliver's arms. And it seemed that he was reluctant to pull away from her as well judging by the way he gazed at her.
"I should, um… probably put something on…" Felicity said, reluctantly extricating herself from his grasp.
"You could stay naked. I wouldn't mind," Oliver replied, a cocky grin upturning his lips as he watched her pick up the scattered pieces of her underwear.
Felicity immediately straightened up holding her green silk dress against her chest as she gave him a slightly confused yet admonishing look. Wordlessly, he got up from the bed in all his six foot naked glory and walked behind the opposite side of the wall Sara had disappeared to. A moment later, he returned wearing a royal blue robe with thin white pinstripes. In his hand he held another, smaller robe, probably one of Sara's, only it was white and made of some of the softest fabric Felicity had ever felt.
Oliver held it open for her, and she easily slipped her arms through each sleeve. "It'll keep you warm too," he whispered against her ear as she tied it in front. Then he moved away, turning to leave the room just as a chime signaled the arrival of their food.
A few minutes later they were all gathered in the opulent kitchen with its stainless steel appliances and black marble counter tops. Even the cupboards were painted black and had stainless steel handles. It was all very ultra modern, just like the rest of the penthouse, something Felicity knew she was going to have to get used to. But the bar stools were comfortable and the company was perfect.
They ate in relative silence, still slightly exhausted from their sexual escapades earlier that evening. Once the food was consumed, they returned to the bedroom, crawling into bed with full bellies and tired eyes. Someone turned on the TV, but Felicity wasn't paying much attention to it. Instead, she focused on the fact that she had somehow ended up sandwiched between Sara and Oliver again, her back to the former and her front to the latter, both their arms wrapped around her, holding her tight.
It was unexpected and slightly confusing, but at the same time Felicity had never felt more safe than she had at that moment.