Oliver woke to the relaxing hum of his dog Max, whom he had bought when he moved to the Star City suburbs. Max was an Alsatian, relaxed and friendly, but also extra intelligent and of course hum being Oliver's dog could kill on command. Over the 6 months that Oli had been away from the city he had formed a strong bond with Max as he reacclimatised to being alone, except for Max obviously, a state which he had realised he liked.
Olly left Max asleep in bed and went downstairs to get a cup of coffee, Black Americano no less. If it wasn't for Max, Oliver's house might have felt cold. It was a new build he had designed and built using what remained of his various trust funds. The pinnacle of modern technology the house was huge and filled to the brim with secrets most of which were only known to Oliver. It had anything anyone could ever ask for. He loved it.
As he reached the kitchen his mind was drawn to the prospects of the day. He had a mixer in the evening with some old colleagues for which he had some last errands to run. It should be a quiet day he thought to himself. Oliver, not being a huge fan of cooking, had automated his kitchen and so there was a steaming hot pot of rich Venezuelan dark roasted coffee sitting on the worktop. He still liked to pour it himself. Alongside the pot of coffee was a fresh croissant with jam which Oli had picked up a taste for on his various stays in Paris. The house would not have been what it was without the help of Curtis. Oliver designed it but had no mind for the details, slack which Curtis was happy to pick up.
As Oli was pouring himself a second cup of coffee, the doorbell rang and for once he had absolutely no idea who it was. He didn't get many visitors after all. But the mere surprise put a smile on his face as he opened the door to see the beautiful face of Laurel Lance standing in front of him. "Laurel," he said, "What a nice surprise."
"Hey Oli" she replied, "I was just in the neighbourhood for my run and thought I'd pop by"
This much he could guess as she was in a tight-fitting t-shirt and leggings and had a healthy sweat on. "I had no idea" he lied, "Do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?"
"I'd love a latte if you can," she said, knowing he could.
Ollie leaned into the door frame, "Eliza, could I get a pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream on top with a cinnamon stick and nutmeg sprinkled on top." he smiled, "Oh and go easy on the milk."
A warm yet slightly tinny voice responded, "Certainly sir."
Laurel smiled and ran up to hug him. "I can't believe you still remember," she said delightedly.
"How could I forget?" he said softly.
"Its ten miles from your house to here, that's a lot further than I remember you normally running," Oli said as they made their way into the kitchen.
"The Black Canary has to stay in shape now that the Green Arrow isn't around to protect the city." She lied.
Oli had figure out why she had come over before she had finished her first sentence. Second only to Bruce Wayne and the Question they said. As Laurel turned the corner, sure enough, there was her coffee made to perfection and next to it a steaming hot blueberry muffin. Laurel smiled "This house is amazing," she said looking at Oliver.
"I know" he responded confidently.
"Curtis, you legend," Oliver thought as he poured himself another cup of coffee.
The two heroes stood closely exchanging the recent funny stories for about the next thirty minutes, filling each other in on the latest happenings of their respected lives. Needless to say, Laurel was talking more although Oliver did have some things to say about the new Justice league he was putting together.
"I've missed you Oli," Laurel said taking a step towards her previous leader.
"I've missed you too," He said reciprocating the approach.
"It feels like there is something that was left unfinished six months ago," she said moving closer.
"Oh, and has this been bothering you, Miss Lance?"
She smiled, "I just can't sleep at night", closer still.
"Is there anything I could do to help?" he said smirking.
"Oh, many things," she said wrapping her arms around his neck.
The two were now completely touching. Laurels breasts, pressed up against Oli's chest and his fingers were now sliding up and down the ridge of her spine. Ollie could feel the warmth of the runner's body radiating off her. He could smell her perfume, Clare de Lune a favourite of his. Their eyes were locked. 'I'll see what I can do." Oli said as they began to lean in. But their embrace was interrupted by the bark of a now awake, Max. She let go of Oli and turned to the dog as it came bounding to give her a hug. "Max!" she said, laughing to herself, "I know you've missed me".
Max was one of this most intelligent dogs on the planet but he still had no sense of atmosphere.
After a few minutes, the dog, now bored, wandered through the patio doors over the garden and into the woods surrounding the estate to catch breakfast as he had no taste for dog food, a point that particularly appealed to Oliver. Laurel turned back to Ollie who had poured himself another cup of now cold coffee. They locked eyes again. She seductively ran her fingers along the table but instead of reaching for Oliver, she reached for his coffee. Eyes still locked she slowly poured it down her chest and dropped the mug landing with a loud crash. Her shirt now wrapped her body displaying it in arousing detail. "Oh no," she smirked as she pressed herself against Oliver once more and leaned into his ear. "I guess I'm going to have to take these dirty clothes off and take a shower."
She turned around, pressing her arse into Oli's crotch as she undid her shoelaces. She took one step away smiled at him one more before sauntering towards the corridor. As she went she took off her vest, then her bra, then let her hair down. But just before she exited Oli's view she stopped and, keeping her legs straight, pulled down her leggings leaving just her panties and Oliver with the best view he'd had in weeks. "I'll be waiting" she finished.
Oliver waited about a minute before pursuing the practically naked woman to the shower room. "Handle this will you Eliza," he said as he left. And with that the white panels with Laurel's clothes and or spilt coffee on flipped over revealing a clean dry panel in its place.
The shower room was exactly what the name suggested and was a favourite of Oliver's and as shown, many of his guests. The 6mX6m square room consisted of one giant shower head that filled the whole ceiling as well as doubling as a steam room, sauna, bath and communal hot tub. Oliver noticed that the "steamy shower" setting had been selected on the touchpad as Laurel's lipstick mark was right next to it with her panties hanging off the display already wet with something that defiantly wasn't coffee. As Oliver stepped in he couldn't see much because of the steam. He strode over to the middle of the room. He felt a hand run up the inside of his leg. He looked down to see Laurel's smiling face, kneeling down, her finger now running down the shaft of his cock. "Ready to finish this?" she said seductively before taking in the full length of his cock into her mouth, moaning with Oliver. Their eyes stayed locked as her head slid slowly up and down his erect cock her hands assisting where they could. Oliver ran his hands through her hair as it bobbed back and forth. She rolled back his foreskin and her tongue played with his head as they both let out successive moans. She lifted it up and sucked on his balls never breaking eye contact.
"Stop." Said Ollie. Laurel released his member from her sexual grip and looking up at him, puzzled. "Raise." He said. Slowly the tile beneath Laurel lifted her up till their eyes were level. "I'm ready to finish this, are you?" he smirked.
She smiled "You're amazing".
Oliver pulled her closer for a deep, passionate kiss, one which she willingly reciprocated as her hand began to slide up and down his cock. He now pulled her closer still, maintaining the kiss. She moaned as her legs shifted from her kneeling position. She sat on the block and wrapped her legs around him as his hands slid down the ridge of her back onto her curved arse and finally picked her up still kissing. As the block receded he pressed her up against the wall as she moaned with pleasure. "Oh my god, Ollie!" She yelled as he slid his tongue down her neck "You were always the best!". Oliver smiled when he finally slid his cock into her. He slowly began to pulsate. Delivering a burst of pleasure to each one. "Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed with each passionate thrust. Laurel let out a deep loud moan as Oliver began to speed up. "Give it to me, I want it, I want you. Show me you're the best," she said driving Oliver fast and faster their bodies now pouring with sweat. Each thrust brought Laurel closer and closer. "That's it. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She screamed. She let out one final world ending moan before gasping for breath as Ollie slowed down to a stop. He put her down.
"Finished." He smiled.
She smiled "Not so fast tiger. You're not finished". She pulled him close for another deep kiss her tongue dancing with is. He picked her up again and carried her through to his bedroom setting her down on his Double Emperor bed. Immediately his began to suck on her nipple as his hands worked their way down the more important area. She ran her finger through his hair and let out a squeal when his finger reached her clit and began gently massaging it. Oliver bit down lightly on Laurel's nipple and she let out another great moan. Oliver slid his tongue slowly down her abs between her legs and let it replace his finger as he pulled her tightly into him. His tongue gently explored her folds quickly finding her favourite spots and hitting them with deadly accuracy causing her to cry out once more. "I… I'm gonna do it again. You're making me cum again" she screamed as Oliver's finger's slid inside her. "Right there, right there, right there, RIGHT THERE!" Laurel yelled finally as a stream of juices flowed out of her onto the bed. She gasped for breath
After about a minute's rest. Laurel flipped over to the top of the bed and over to Ollie, also resting against the headboard. "One more time. Please." She moaned as she straddled him.
Without question, Ollie sat up and started to once again line up his member with its target.
But before she lowered herself she grabbed it, whilst still staring at Oli, moved it back slightly. "I want you in there" Before Oli could ask questions she lowered herself onto his hulking member moaning louder with every inch. Oliver moaned too. It was a first for them both. Laurel began to bounce taking Oli in with another deep kiss. She bounced faster and faster still. Ollie began to bounce as well. Laurel leaned back. "Oh… my… GOD!". The bed began to the creek with every passionate thrust.
Oliver said finally "Laurel. I'm gonna cum".
"That's it! Do it! Cum in me!" she moaned "I'm cumming too."
Their moans grew louder and louder with each other shaking the entire house. Then at once, they both climaxed and Laurel let out one final moan as Oliver filled her with his seed.
For a moment, she just sat back breathing heavily. When she finally slid off him and roll onto the bed next to him she said: "Ollie, how do you do that?"
