Salmon Ladder

By Bre (dust2dust34)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Arrow.
Rating: Explicit
Author's Notes: Part of my Heartbeats Olicity smutlet collection.

Summary: Smut Drabble Prompt: nikkibeckettcsm - "You do know that a no sex pact doesn't only affect me, right? You wouldn't be having sex either." "Dammit I did not think this thing through"

"You do know that a no sex pact doesn't only affect me, right? You wouldn't be having sex either."

"Dammit, I did not think this thing through."

"No, you did not."

Oliver smiled. It wasn't his usual Felicity smile - well, he had multiple Felicity smiles. He had the one that made butterflies stampeded across her stomach floor, he had the one that made her forget how to speak, the one that made her feel like she was the only thing in the entire world, the one that told her everything he wanted to do to her with those lips of his…

No, this was a different smile.

This was an Ollie smile. This was a pre-island smile, the kind of smile that said he was feeling pretty cocky.

Felicity glared at him. "This isn't a joke, Oliver. Nobody even comes down here anymore."

He chuckled, pulling his shirt off, and her mouth went dry. He was… glistening. How did a man glisten? It probably helped that it wasn't very cool in the foundry that night. A heatwave had more than attacked Starling City - it was in the current process of annihilating it. She herself was wearing as little as she could get away with without showing too much.

Because she cared. About her coworkers. Her Team Arrow coworkers. Most of whom only showed their face when the city was under literal attack anymore. If it was a quiet night, or if they wanted to check in, or if they had a question, they called. Or texted. Or banged on the walls until they were sure they had been heard before coming downstairs.

Just because they'd walked in a few times and seen… things.

Well, she was done doing thingsin the foundry, and she was going to take this seriously, even if Oliver wasn't. People shouldn't be uncomfortable in their workplace. Wasn't that why sexual harassment laws were created? Did this count as sexual harassment? Was seeing two people engaging in thingsharassing others?

Yes.

Yes, it was, which was why it was time to stop the things.

That didn't mean she couldn't… ogle. She could ogle. She was certainly allowed to ogle her boyfriend. Oliver stretched his arms over his head, his muscle contracting and moving and gliding under his skin in a very sensual manner.

He moved into a weird tai chi movement that had him turning so she saw his back muscles rippling.

Okay, so this pact idea was really a horrible idea.

Felicity closed her eyes, whispering to herself, "No. I care. I care about other people. I am not a crazy nympho, I have control, I can control myself. See, this is me being in control." She turned, heading back to her computers.

She heard him chuckle again behind her, and she grabbed her phone, purposely texting Roy that it was safe to be in the foundry again.

See, safety net. Precaution.

Because she cared.

Felicity sat down, pulling up some new algorithms on her computer when she heard the sharp clang of metal on metal. She stiffened, biting her tongue to stop herself from looking back.

And then he started going up the salmon ladder.

The air literally left her lungs as she listened to metal on metal.

Her searches forgotten, she closed her eyes, perfectly imagining him as he went up and down the stupid, stupid thing. Her heart picked up at the thought, her skin feeling even more heated than it already was in the heat, a flush creeping along her skin, making her shiver.

He did a few sets, and she held onto her desk so hard her fingers were turning white as she remembered last night, when he'd picked her up, pressing her against the wall where he'd literally ravaged her. Just over there. Against her will, Felicity's eyes flickered to the spot and a rush of arousal swept through her center. Her fingers twitched as she remembered how strong he'd been, holding her like she was nothing, the play of his muscles under her palms when he'd pinned her to the wall with his hips, his hands reaching down to hook under her thighs…

The man was muscle incarnate and he was hers and why was she over here and not over there again?

Right. She cared.

She cared.

Felicity heard his boots when he landed and she took a shaky breath. Good, maybe it was too hot to keep going. Usually he did the thing for an hour, sometimes more, and she wasn't sure she would have lasted an hour.

And then she heard the clang of metal and he was back on it.

"Damn it, Oliver," she whispered.

Like she had zero control over her body, Felicity risked a quick glance over her shoulder, and froze at the sight. Oliver was nearly to the top, his face twisted in concentration, his muscles bunched and the glistening… Felicity swallowed, slowly turning in her chair to watch, desperately trying to ignore the dull throb between her thighs, the tingle in her hardening nipples, the prospect of touching him, tasting him dancing along her nerves as he reached the top before dropping down.

There was something entirely too erotic about that damn salmon ladder. The way he had to hold himself, throw himself, catch himself, using every single muscle, making everything… move.

When he completed another set, Oliver hauled himself up, crossing his legs for balance, his muscles straining with the effort, and then he looked right at her.

The look was a promise.

A point to be made, that he didn't give two shits about what they did down here, or who saw them, or why nobody came down here.

It was a reminder.

It told her everything he wanted to do to her, that he always wanted to, the things he wanted her to do to him, that he knew what he was doing on that salmon ladder, he knew exactly what he was doing when he had chosen it. They'd only been seeing each other for a few months, but he knew long before that what it did to her. How much she liked watching him. How much he enjoyed her watching him.

Felicity was up and moving before she knew what she was doing. She didn't hear his breathy chuckle as he dropped to the ground, or the sound of her heels, or the hiss of the steam - she only heard the white noise rushing through her head as he smiled.

He opened his mouth to say something but Felicity grabbed his face and yanked him down, their lips crashing together. He moaned against her lips, wrapping his arms around her, pushing her until her back hit the ladder. She mewled, Oliver's hands already yanking her dress up, his hot hands touching her hot skin, making her center quake with need.

Oh, she wanted him. She needed him, but she needed something else more.

He rubbed his hard cock against her lower stomach, grinding against her in a way that made her gasp, and Felicity broke off the kiss, pushing him back. Oliver immediately let her, his lips swollen from her kisses, his eyes wild, his hair in disarray from her fingers, and she followed, pushing him until his back hit the other side of the salmon ladder.

Felicity grabbed his belt, undoing it quickly, the button and zipper following before she shoved his pants down his hips. His eyes widened slightly, his pupils blowing wide. They stared at her each other as her hand dipped into his briefs.

She cupped his hard cock, squeezing lightly, and Oliver groaned, his hips bucking against her hand, his head falling back with a thud. Felicity leaned in, her lips grazing his sweat-damp chest as she massaged him and he moaned her name.

His hands found her arms, and she felt them shaking slightly as he held her close. She dragged her lips over him, her tongue darting out to taste him, and his grip on her tightened.

His cock was so hard already, and her fingers wound around him as she took his nipple into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, and he let out a startled choked sound, one hand sliding up into her hair, pressing her closer as she squeezed his cock, moving her hand just enough to make him gasp.

Felicity smiled, dragging her teeth over him and he thrust into her hand, his fingers gripping her hair in a tight fist. She let him go, and he let out a small whimper from deep in his chest that made her heart skip a beat. She pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock, keeping her lips on his chest, and then his stomach, as she slowly sank to her knees.

His cock slid across her chest, silky smooth. A tiny bead of liquid already escaping left a wet trail across her skin. She kissed and licked her way down to him and she glanced up from under her lashes, her lips trembling with desire.

He was staring down at her with hooded lids, his lips parted in a staggered pant as he watched her. His hands cupped her face, pressing her hair behind her ears and she blinked, her body responding to the visceral look in his eyes as he stared at her kneeling before him.

Her thighs were already slick with her juices and she squeezed them together.

Keeping her eyes on his, Felicity's hand found his cock and slowly guided it to her mouth.

He whined softly, his eyes slipping shut for a split second when she wrapped her lips around his head before popping back open, unable to keep his eyes off her. She flicked her tongue against the tiny seam and his hands tightened in her hair, and she obliged, letting him sink his cock into her hot mouth.

"Oh god, Felicity," he whispered, his hips thrusting shallowly and she pushed his hips back against the ladder, forcing him to stay still, and he obliged. She moved slowly, achingly slow, taking her time as she wet his entire length. he trembled underneath her when she took him as deep as she could, the head touching the back of her throat before easing off, her tongue running up along the thick vein growing along the side.

And then she sucked him hard.

"Fuck," Oliver moaned, his fingers winding through her hair, holding her tight. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing as she started a slow bobbing motion, sucking on him in a slow torturous manner that had him letting out harsh, short pants. She was soft, gentle, easy, and she felt his frustration growing, as he forced himself to stay still, to let her do what she wanted. With her fee hand, she cupped his balls, squeezing them softly before she massaged them in time with her mouth and his body jerked.

Felicity started sucking harder. His moans grew louder as she took him in deeper with each small thrust. She could feel him tightening underneath her, his body tensing in anticipation, his fingers growing more urgent in her hair. He whispered her name, over and over, and she looked up at him just as he looked down at her, and the connection was explosive, sending a wave of arousal through her at the heat in his eyes.

"Harder," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers and she sucked harder, dragging her teeth across her length and he hissed, his body shaking. She tightened her fingers around the base of his cock, twisting, and his legs nearly gave out from underneath him, his head flying back, hitting the ladder hard.

"I'm so close, Felicity, just… fuck…"

Felicity hummed around him, her tongue swirling over the head of his cock, caressing the tender seam where salty-sweet precum seeped.

His hands suddenly fisted painfully in her hair, and she relaxed her throat, letting him slide as deep as he could and she swallowed.

"Oh god," he choked out, and she swallowed again when he thrust back in, her throat massaging his head just as she tightened her hand over his balls. She ignored her body's natural reaction, letting him thrust into her as she sucked on his cock.

"Feli… Felici…" he whimpered. "Felicity… I can't… oh fuck, I'm coming… I'm coming!"

Felicity sped up, squeezing him harder, massaging him harder, letting him thrust shallowly into her mouth and then she felt him stiffen, his balls tightening…

"Aahhh," Oliver cried out as he came, spilling into her mouth. Felicity relaxed her throat, swallowing all of him, and he gripped her close, riding out his orgasm in her mouth. His back arched with a final shudder before he collapsed.

Felicity pulled back, smacking her lips, swallowing the remnants as Oliver slouched against the ladder. She kissed his hip bone, smiling, before using him to pull herself up.

His hands were limp and shaky in her hair.

Oliver opened his eyes just as she was licking his lips, and the darkness in her eyes only reminded her how much she had gotten off on that. She bit her lip as he caught his breath, and his hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb running over her lips.

The air was electric, the same as it always was between them - she'd thought it might have just been the built-up tension and anticipation the first time, but no, it was every time. Every single time he looked at her, every time he touched her, every time he entered her, made her come, made her scream his name.

Felicity whimpered at the thought, her eyes dropping to his lips for a microsecond.

Their eyes met, and then Oliver pulled her into him, his mouth crashing against hers. He groaned, tasting himself, and yanked her closer, his hands gripping her waist, his semi-erect cock rubbing between them.

And then he pushed her until her back was against the ladder again. He yanked his briefs and pants back into place before he dropped to his knees, tossing her thighs onto his shoulders, and he proceeded to eat her out through her panties.

And that was how Roy found them when he walked in a moment later.

He let out a startled shout, covering his eyes as he turned blindly, running away, yelling, "Last time, blondie, last time!"

The End

From my "One Line of Dialogue" prompt request on Tumblr (I'm dust2dust34)

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