I imagine Felicity has Oliver in a chair, arms tied behind his back, and she's teasing the crap out of him until he begs for it. (image from Anonymous & holysmoakss; prompt from celticsparrow517)
The smirk on her face is one he'll never forget as she leans over him, her pert, leather-covered breasts in his face as she takes the length of red ribbon and ties it around his wrists then to the back of the chair so he is unable to use his hands. It was something Felicity suggested, a sort of experiment to see how much he could take before giving in. Oliver had taken it as a challenge, one he knew it could easily win, but seeing how she's dressed now, in a black leather leotard that clings to her curves and accentuates both her breasts and her hips, he suddenly feels his resolve crumble.
Because the sight of Felicity in such an outfit makes him hard. All Oliver wants is for her to get down on her knees and suck him off like she usually does, but it seems that she has other plans for him in mind. Her fingers trail over his arms before ending on on his bare chest, black nails scraping down his abdomen until they reach the waistband of his loose-fitting black sweats. When she reaches inside to stroke him, his head rolls back and his eyes close, the pleasure instantly radiating up his spine and into all his extremities.
Oliver's breath hitches. As much as he likes being teased, this is torture. Unable to run his fingers through Felicity's golden locks is one thing he begins to realize he does not like. So he tugs at the red ribbon, but it's secured around both his wrists, the knots she made holding up well. He knows that if he really wanted to, he could easily break through them, but Felicity looks like she's enjoying herself. The smile on her face as she strokes him up and down, making him impossibly harder, it's one he's seen before.
The last time she had that smile on her face was the night before, after she'd gone down on him and made him come in just a few minutes. That led to her suggestion of trying to build his stamina even though Oliver knew it was up to par. Last night had been a fluke, an accident. He'd been exhausted and on edge from the way Felicity had pranced around the house the entire day in short shorts and a sports bra. He'd wanted to get his hands on her, but she was cleaning and arranging furniture how she wanted it in their living room, and who was he to stop her.
Now, she's extracting her revenge, getting Oliver riled up again. His blood feels like acid in his veins, burning him from the inside out as she continues her ministrations. Finally, Felicity gives him some respite and pulls his pants down slightly, releasing his aching member to the cool air of their bedroom. He sighs in relief, but it's short lived when she stands up from her place on his lap and unclips the metal snaps covering her sex.
Oh, fuck! She's wearing white lace panties beneath it! Oliver groans, biting his lower lip as he stares at her with hooded eyes. God, she's beautiful; the perfect mix of sexy and salacious. His body aches to feel her surrounding him, to feel her hot, wet walls close in around his dick, sucking him in, taking him as deep as he can go. Just thinking about him makes his breath hitch. He wants his cock in her, now, but that's not what Felicity has in mind.
She straddles his lap again, pressing her lace covered sex against his aching erection, hiking up the leather so that it rests around her waist and out of the way. Then she begins to grind against him and Oliver is pretty sure he can see stars. Felicity's hips move slowly, torturously over his cock, the lace providing a heady amount of friction that he doesn't think he can handle for longer than a few minutes. His cock continues throbbing between their bodies, aching for the release she refuses to give him.
Slowly, Felicity leans into him, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders, leveraging herself so she can move faster. A stream of curses fall from his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut. Oliver has never felt this vulnerable before, this helpless. In all his years on and off the island, no woman has ever made him want to beg. Now, he's tempted to throw their bet out the window in order to feel some solace.
Then he feels it, the wet spot growing on her panties, and Oliver doesn't know how much more he can take. "Please," he shudders. "Please, Felicity." He's begging her now, pleading like the broken man he's become under her ministrations. Desperate for release from this prison, he'll do just about anything to convince her to let him go, to let him release all the pent up sexual frustration that courses through his veins.
A licentious smile appears on her face. Her hand comes up to cradle his chin, stroking her thumb against his cheek. "I don't think so, Oliver," she replies, her grin widening. "We've only been at this for ten minutes."
"Ten minutes?!" he asks, dumbfounded. It feels like he's been tied to that chair for hours. His body continues to scream for release as her hips sway, her wet panties sliding over his cock and making him whine pathetically.
Her laugh fills the room. "Come on, baby," Felicity coos in his ear. "You've got more than ten minutes in you. Remember that time in Bali when we stayed holed up in our hotel for almost two days because it wouldn't stop raining?"
Fuck yeah, he remembers! Those had been two of the best days of his life. They'd worn each other out to the point of exhaustion the first day and slept through half the second before going at it again. But Oliver couldn't remember for the life of him how he managed to stay that hard for that long. Maybe that's why Felicity has him tied to this chair right now. He's usually good to go for hours, but damn this woman and her wiley ways. She's far too good at getting him riled up and making him come too fast. What he needs is to slow this down before he loses himself.
So Oliver suggests a compromise. "How about you kiss me and we'll keep going another ten minutes, then reassess?"
"I like that idea," Felicity says as she kisses her way along his jaw. She keeps kissing him, down his neck and across his chest, and Oliver realizes he should have been more specific. He'd meant his lips, but she has other ideas. Her mouth continues its tortuous path over his abs, tongue darting out to lick over each line and ridge before sinking lower. Her legs scoot down his thighs until she's resting on his knees.
Oliver knows exactly what she plans on doing, and he tries to steel himself for it, but he's powerless against her determination. Her right hand wraps around his cock while the left cups his balls, rolling them between her fingers. His hips buck wildly, nearly throwing Felicity off his knees, but she steadies herself, tightening her grip until it's nearly painful. Oliver stops immediately, trying not to hurt her and also trying to relieve the pressure that now encases his dick.
Then her tongue touches the tip, lapping around the fat, almost purple head before her lips close around it and she sucks. Oliver feels his body nearly go numb. The pleasure that courses through him is nearly enough to send him over the edge. He feels like he could come at this very moment, straight down the back of her throat, but then Felicity lets up and he sucks in a breath. She does it again, though, this time sinking lower, taking half of him into the warm confines of her mouth and hollowing out her cheeks for the most erotic suction he's ever felt.
Oliver cries out, begging for release, begging for her to stop. He sees the smirk on Felicity's face, the mirth in her eyes as she stares up at him from his lap. She's not backing down or letting up. She's taking him all the way and only letting him come on her terms. Her filthy little mouth continues to suck on him for several more minutes, taking Oliver to the edge but never letting him fall over it.
By the time she lets go of his cock, Oliver is shaking. His body trembles under the weight of his desires. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take. Exhaustion overwhelms him as Felicity stands up, grabbing the ends of the leather leotard and pulling it over her head to reveal pert breasts and pebbled nipples. She looks just as turned on as he is, but the smile on her face has softened.
"You've been a very good boy," Felicity praises. Her fingers loop into the elastic band of her panties, tugging them down off her legs before kicking them to the side. She's now naked in front of him. "I think it's time for your reward," she adds, straddling his lap once more. Only this time when she takes hold of his cock, it's to guide it to her slick folds, which Oliver can see are glistening with her arousal. It slips over them as she teases herself with it, mewling when it hits her clit just right.
God, he needs to be inside her like yesterday. It's pure torture watching the woman he loves play with herself using him as her sex toy. But then Felicity pushes it deeper, slipping it between her folds and lining it up with her entrance. When she starts to sink down on top of Oliver, they both groan in contentment. "Feels so good… inside you…" he murmurs as he fills her to the hilt.
Their hips press against one another, linked together for just a moment longer before Felicity rises up, his cock slipping out of her so only the tip remains. The juices that coat his skin make Oliver buck up into her, needing more, wanting to pleasure her just as much as she has already pleasured him that evening. He vows to keep going until they both can barely hang on any longer.
Over and over again, their hips meet in hard, body rocking thrusts that have them panting within a few moments. The pace is frantic, maniacal almost, as Oliver tries his hardest to give Felicity everything she wants tonight. He needs to hold on for just a little longer. If only he had use of his hands right now, he'd be playing with her clit. It seems she has the same idea. Her hand drifts down her abdomen to find the little button and stroke it relentlessly.
Deep, guttural groans escape her lips as she bucks forward, thrusting herself harder and faster on his cock. Oliver can feel her walls tighten around him. She's close. A few more hard thrusts that shake both their bodies to the core and Felicity screams out his name, her body going rigid as her pussy clamps around him. "Oh, god, Oliver! Come with me! Please come with me!" she cries out, and it triggers the orgasm he's managed to keep at bay for so long that evening.
He comes with a groan, seated deep inside her, his breath leaving him as pleasure radiates throughout his body. It's one of the strongest climaxes Oliver has ever felt and it has him feeling dizzy and disoriented once it finally subsides. His head falls back against the spine of the chair, eyes fluttering shut as Felicity lays on top of him, her breaths coming out in short little gasps.
They stay like that for a while, both too exhausted, too spent to move. Finally, she pushes herself into a sitting position, reaching around his arms to untie his wrists. They fall limply to the sides of the chair. Felicity gently massages the soreness that comes with finally being released from his bindings and Oliver heaves a sigh of relief.
"That was incredible," he murmurs into her ear as her head nestles into the crook of his neck.
Felicity nods. "Yeah," she sighs. "Maybe next time, you can tie me up."
Oliver can't help the smile that crawls into his lips as his arms wrap around her, holding her tight. "I'd like that," he softly replies before kissing her forehead.