A/N: Well, this is pure unadulterated smut. I haven't got a clue where it came from but here it is. Hopefully it does these two justice. I'm not sure that I'm prepared for the mid-season finale tonight… I'm a little frightened. But fingers crossed we get at least one good Olicity moment. The song in this one is "Make Me Wanna" by Thomas Rhett. Also, this is the longest chapter of this fic, I'm pretty sure…
Never Stop
Windows down, country sound, FM on the me and you and the man on the moon, cruisin' down some old back road.
He can feel her eyes on him, can feel the weight of her stare from where she sits in the passenger seat. A dark road stretches out in front of them and he can hardly focus on the drive under her knowing gaze.
When he finally gives in and glances at her, she grins wickedly. His gaze flickers down to the creamy expanse of her thighs, exposed by the short hem of her sundress. His pulse jumps at the sight. He's been hard for miles, a heavy ache building within him every time she shifts in her seat. Her window is rolled down, the late July breeze pulling her blonde locks free of her ponytail and making her skirt flutter.
They had only spent one night in Central City but he hasn't been alone with her in what feels like forever. He has a fantasy working its way through his mind that involves a secluded stretch of road and taking her in the backseat. He can see if so clearly, Felicity laid out across the smooth leather, bent at the waist and pressed flat, dress rucked up around her hips to bare her ass and thighs. He'd fuck her with his jeans around his knees, standing outside of the car in order to protect her from anyone who happened to wander by. It isn't a fantasy he has ever indulged in but he is more than considering it now.
Now baby don't you look at me that way. 'Cause you know there's only so much I can take. 'Cause you make me want to…
They have ninety miles left before they reach the city but he isn't sure he can hold out that long.
His eyes make it back up to her face in time to watch her wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.
He is ashamed to admit that the steering wheel jerks in response, which only causes her smirk to widen.
She doesn't normally tease him and he wonders if it is the heat or the lack of intimacy over the last thirty-six hours that has her so riled up. And, he realizes with another quick glance in her direction, she is. Her cheeks are flushed, her breath coming in short little bursts, and he knows that he'll find a buildup of moisture between her thighs. She is just as turned on as he is.
"Oliver…"
His name leaves her lips as little more than a whisper and he is done fighting it.
He turns down one road and then another and another. They end up on some deserted country road, no houses and no other vehicles in sight. He hopes that, at such a late hour, they won't be seen. And he knows that what he has planned won't take long, not with how worked up she's gotten him.
Pull this truck to the side of the road. Slide on over, let me hold you close and tell you everything I'm thinking. Hop on out and let the tailgate fall, get drunk on you with no alcohol. If you don't stop I'm gonna… Girl you make me wanna.
They pull to the side of the road, the SUV bouncing a little in the gravel, and he shifts the transmission into park. The lights are shut off.
He gets out and slams his door, rounding the front end of the vehicle. He reaches her door just as she begins to climb out.
"What are we doing?" she asks, her eyes wide and innocent.
He doesn't bother to explain. He doesn't have to. She knows damn well what she's doing to him with her tiny cotton dress and all of that bare skin.
Taking her hand, he pulls her hard against his chest. A quiet gasp escapes her and she tips her head back to look up at him. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips again and it is the last straw. He can't take it anymore.
You know better than to wear that dress, it oughta be against the law. Plain and simple, girl them dimples know just how to turn me on.
He grasps her face firmly and captures her lips with his, his kiss bruising. He hopes that the fierceness of his desire for her is evident in the way that he possesses her mouth. She gives herself to him freely, of course, her hands coming up to fist the cotton of his shirt. They fall back into the side of the vehicle, his body pressing tight against hers, and he rolls his hips into her, the hard length of his erection evident through his jeans. He is desperate to be inside of her.
She breaks their kiss, her normally bright blue eyes dark with her arousal. She is panting.
"Oliver."
He doesn't explain, doesn't respond, as he takes her hand and moves her toward the back of the truck. He opens the back door and turns her so that her back is to his front, dropping his lips to the exposed skin of her throat.
"Is this okay?" he asks, sure that having sex on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere is not something that she's experienced before.
She nods wordlessly and he sucks on the pulse point just below her jaw, a small whimper leaving her. With his arms around her waist, he lifts her, taking her slight weight and helping her into the backseat. She doesn't ask what he wants her to do but she does exactly what he'd imagined.
Now baby don't you look at me that way. 'Cause you know there's only so much I can take. 'Cause you make me want to…
Looking at her, taking in the expanse of her back, seeing her beautiful eyes watching him over her shoulder, fuels the lusty inferno raging inside of him. He fumbles with his belt buckle and the fly of his pants, shoving the material only far enough down his hips to free his erection. A stuttered gasp slides past his lips when he strokes his hard length.
"Oh, god…"
His eyes, having fallen shut at the pleasure building at the base of his spine, snap open at the sound of her moan. Her hips shift on the seat, her thighs squeezed tight, and he knows that she feels it, too.
He makes quick work of divesting her of her panties, sliding the smooth green satin from beneath her dress and down her legs. He tucks the scrap of fabric into his pocket before he tends to her dress.
The light cotton is printed with large red roses and fitted across her chest and abdomen. The cut shows off her slim figure while the skirt flares out from her waist and floats down to the tops of her knees. He had admired it the moment she'd stepped out of the bathroom wearing it. He takes a moment to admire it again before sliding his hands up the smooth length of her thighs and over the swell of her ass, the material of the dress bunching around his forearms. When her skin is kissed by the warm night air, Felicity sighs heavily and parts her thighs. He steps into the space she's created for him.
You make me wanna pull this truck to the side of the road. Slide on over, let me hold you close and tell you everything I'm thinking. Hop on out and let the tailgate fall, get drunk on you with no alcohol. If you don't stop, I'm gonna… Girl, you make me wanna.
"I love you," she whispers, her eyes slipping closed.
He smirks, leaning over her to press a kiss between her shoulder blades.
"I love you, too, baby."
He thrusts into her then, a groan tearing from his throat at the tight, wet, heat he's met with. She mewls and arches her back as much as she can. The feel of her body perfectly fit around him is almost enough to push him over the edge. He holds himself still inside of her, giving them both a moment to adjust, before he pulls out and thrusts again, setting their rhythm.
She cries out desperately, stretching her arms over her head to find purchase as his thrusts move her up the seat. He reaches for her, his own body flanking hers as his hips continue to churn, and he tangles his fingers with hers. He buries his face in her hair.
"Oh please, please!" she begs, her voice breaking, "Oliver, harder!"
He complies, his body on the precipice of a blinding orgasm, and hammers his length into her in a way that they've never tried before. He is always gentle with her, careful, because hurting her frightens him more than anything. But tonight he cannot fight the animal need inside of him.
You make me wanna pull this truck to the side of the road. Slide on over, let me hold you close and tell you everything I'm thinking. Hop on out and let the tailgate fall, get drunk on you with no alcohol. If you don't stop, I'm gonna… Girl, you make me wanna.
She calls his name, screams it really, and he feels her body tighten around him. She tries to turn her head, to thrash against the onslaught of pleasure that he's pulling out of her, but the weight of him against her back forces her to face her orgasm head on. He feels it the moment that it takes her. He feels it in the way her body squeezes him, the way that her breathing becomes staggered, her voice inaudible. He thrusts twice more, hard and sharp, before pleasure bursts inside of him, so strong he worries that it'll tear him apart. He calls her name, his hoarse cry muffled against her skin, and collapses on top of her.
They lay that way until they can both breathe again.
"Well that was unexpected," she declares, turning her head in search of his mouth.
He gives her a gentle kiss before nipping at her bottom lip.
"Unexpected my ass. You wore that dress on purpose."
She laughs, "I did not! I wear a lot of dresses, Oliver, and it just so happens that this one is lighter than most. And it's really hot."
He transfers his teeth to her shoulder and takes a bite of her tender flesh. She squirms.
"Liar."
She laughs again but doesn't argue. She squeezes his fingers.
"We should probably get back on the road," she says softly, "Roy and Digg are waiting for us and, I don't know about you, but I don't want to explain why we had to make and unscheduled stop."
Windows down, country sound, FM on the radio.