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thejusticelounge2012-08-10 12:52 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-08-10 12:52 pm
this isn't a porno
After weeks of staying home with not much choice in the matter, Ollie was making the most of being able to go out again. He’d missed being out in Star City, farmers’ markets and coffee shops and public parks, and even though it sometimes wore him out past where he should have been back at home resting, he felt exhilarated from the excursions. It was good to get his blood racing again — and boy, was it racing in some heady directions.
Home again home again, and Arrowhome was empty. It often was, despite the number of inhabitants; they tended to be a busy bunch, and all liked their independence as much as their clannishness. The only people who should be home were Lian and her babysitter —
— who didn’t look at all like any of the people on Roy’s list. Ollie stared at the back of the woman’s head as she played with Lian on the rug, at her long red hair, and said, “Hi, and you are?—”
Lian and Rory were playing a board game together. Long pale legs splayed across the carpet as she sat on the floor. She kept pushing back Lian’s hair behind her ear as the little girl kept leaning over the board moving her piece across the spaces. Rory laughed with her, grinning before a deep, confused voice, scared her shitless. Who the fu—aahh. “M-Mr. Queen. Ah, I’m Rory. One of Lian’s babysitters? Roy called me, said he needed me ta watch her.”
Ollie frowned, taking off his jacket and throwing it across the sofa as he crossed the floor to tousle Lian’s hair with one hand. “Roy called you? You’re on his list?” He bent over to kiss Lian’s shiny, slip-slidy hair, and when he looked up again he was a bit taken aback at how nervous Rory looked — no, not nervous exactly, but more shell-shocked. Practically scared.
“I’m sorry for the interrogation, Rory.” Ollie straightened and smiled at her, holding out his hand. “I’m Lian’s grandfather, and please, just call me Ollie. Oliver if you like being formal.” She didn’t look like one of Roy’s usual babysitters, that was for sure — ever since a string of awkward incidents, Roy had stopped hiring babysitters he was likely to sleep with.
Although Rory didn’t look much like Roy’s type. Too pointy, too long, too ropy, too …
(toothsome), Ollie’s mind said as Rory leaned forward and the drapey top she was wearing dipped open to show the barest curve of her breast. He was about to chide himself for the thought, but before he could, (why the hell not?) rose to the forefront. And it was true. Nothing wrong with appreciating this young woman’s appeal.
“How’s this little moppet been treating you, Rory?” he asked, looking back at Lian as she grinned up at him. “Think she deserves a bit of cereal before bed?”
Rory let out an internal sigh of relief. Christ if she didn’t know any better, Ollie looked about ready to figure her out right there. She played it off with a soft giggle, pushing bright orange bangs out of her face as she eyed the man closely. Watching his movements, watching him watch her.
Still a dog, if she ever did see one. She would be mad too if there was something to be mad about. Because he was looking at her and it still counts in her book. “Alright then Ollie. I uh..don’t do well with authority figures so, I apologize if I spooked you out with my staring. I’m a good girl most days. Honest.”
And it isn’t hard to spike her tone with insinuation, nor is it difficult to just settle into this family time when she knows she isn’t family anymore. Lian practically bounces on her toes as Ollie mentions cereal.
“I was real good! Tell him pretty lady.”
Rory laughs, nodding her head quickly. “Yes yes, she was such a good girl.”
“Well, then,” Ollie said, picking up Lian but still looking at Rory. “Good girls deserve to be rewarded, don’t they?”
He swung them both off to the kitchen, settling Lian with a modest amount of flakes and granola in the sunshine yellow bowl she liked, then joining Rory in the doorway to watch Lian hum to herself happily as she consumed her bedtime snack. “The good thing about this,” he remarked, “is that milk makes her sleepy. So she’ll protest going to bed, promise she isn’t tired, and then knock off three minutes after her blessed head hits the pillow. Works every time.”
Rory can’t tell if that’s a joke or if Ollie’s hitting on her. That’s new. Very new. Good new? She’ll just have to see. She cleans everything up, collecting the board into a box and placing it on the table. Following afterwards, she rested in the doorway, leaning against it, her arms under her large chest as she glanced at Ollie.
“Well, aren’t you just the naughtiest underhanded grand daddy if I ever did see one.” She grinned, shifting more and watching as Lian made a mess of her cereal. Eating it all down and bouncing to play more.
“I wanna sword fight Pop Pop!”
Lian’s demand was high and loud enough to snap Ollie’s attention away from Rory’s … strategically emphasised decolletage. Redheaded women were never in-between, in his (considerable) experience: either sweet petite, or busting out all over.
But anyway. He caught Lian up and bore her away swiftly. “Sword fight after you brush your teeth!” Ollie promised, waiting while Lian scrubbed diligently. That task ran her down a little bit; changing for bed did a little more, and by the time Ollie popped her into her bed “so he could go look for swords”, she was fast asleep.
He went back out to find Rory nonchalantly clearing away the bowl and spoon, efficiently wiping up Lian’s milk and cereal spills. “You have kids?” Ollie asked. “Because you look like this is old stuff for you, picking up after her.”
There was something about Rory that was prickling at the back of Ollie’s neck. A … familiarity, as if she was meant to be here, as if … but no. That was ridiculous. That was his mind concocting justifications for how his blood started heating up when she roughly twisted her red hair behind her head before wiping the table, when she rinsed and wrung out the cloth and wiped her wet hands carelessly on her short skirt.
“Want something to drink?” he asked. She looked about Roy’s age. Well old enough for a drink, if she wanted one. Or if she wanted anything else.
Rory cleaned up and laughed as she shook her head. She’d practiced the story a thousand times, pretending that it was natural though, now that was another thing coming. “Oh, no, I love children but I don’t have any of my own. Got a little sister though.”
Rory flashed him a smile, placing the wet rag back on the rack as she leaned against the counter. “She’s quiet the handful when she wants to be.” Green/blue eyes flickering to see Ollie move around her towards the fridge.
“Sure, I’ll have a drink.”
“Excellent. Nothing like a perfectly-made gimlet to reward yourself for a job well-done.” Ollie was exaggerating some on his skills at gimlet-making — they were a Kate speciality, more than his. But for some reason thinking of Kate, the sharp fast way she mixed drinks for him, just made him feel even hungrier for this red-headed girl, tilting her hips at him from the counter.
He pulled out limes, fetched the gin, sliced and poured and squeezed, then presented Rory with one glass of chartreuse-tinted icy gin-and-lime, lifting the other. “To kids who’re heavy sleepers,” he said, swallowing half of it in one go. Ollie turned the glass idly in his fingers while Rory sampled her drink, waiting to gauge just how interested she was.
Flirting was fun, all right, but he was feeling too overheated for that. If he wasn’t gonna be fucking this girl in the next fifteen, he wanted to just pay her, get her out of here, and find out if Kate or Hal could make it back on short notice. “Roy’s lucky to have a treasure like Lian. She isn’t half the handful *he* was — but he’s great with her, and that’s all his own doing. He’s very impressive when he wants to be.” Ollie grinned into his glass, drinking the rest of it and reaching in to snag a piece of ice to suck on.
Rory raised her glass, fingers slightly touching Ollie’s when they traded cups. Sipping gently, she couldn’t be so brash with the alcohol as she was used to. That would simply make her seem..eager? Overly eager, definitely. More of a bad girl than anything.
“Mmm, Ollie, please don’t tell me you’re going into the alcohol business.” She grinned, timidly drinking the rest of her drink, cupping the glass gently in her hand as she giggled. “Because this does not seem like your strong point.”
“Gets the job done. That’s the important part.” Having put his own glass down on the kitchen table, Ollie took Rory’s from her too, taking note of the way her breathing quickened as their fingers touched again, the way she looked up suddenly as if he’d startled her yet again.
This was too fucking much. Still holding the glass, Ollie leaned in that last little distance and kissed her, lime and juniper on her lips when he licked them apart.
Rory’s face felt like it was on fire. Her instincts kicking in just to kiss back, giving Ollie a little surprised noise in between their mouths. She felt her entire made grow hot.
Chills rushing through her as she blushed and brought a hand up to cup his ear and lightly scratch through his hair. This is what she’s always wanted. To think a different name and a pair of nice breasts were her ticket to the show.
There, *that* was better.
Ollie wrapped his arm around Rory as he deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue and pressing the icy condensation on the old-fashioned glass against her bare shoulder. She gasped, a bit, and when he moved the glass to middle of her back, she automatically arched her chest against him.
Reaching out to put the glass down on the rim of the sink, Ollie held the girl close, biting gently at her throat, her collarbone, licking the still-cold drops of water from her shoulder. He bumped her up against the wall to keep her still, one hand easily reaching into the draped front of her teensy little top to cover her bare breast inside.
“This is one helluva minxy outfit for babysitting, pretty girl,” he grinned, rubbing her nipple with his thumb. “Am I interrupting plans you had for afterwards?”
“Mmph..” She squeaked under her breath. Her free hand splayed right across into his chest. Long, skinny, and freckled covered fingers, pressed in firmly onto his chest, sliding down to rest on his stomach.
She pulled from the kiss to give a soft little gasp again, bowing her head to make her hair spill in front of her face. “I took a shower earlier to change. Got paint all over me, this is just my back up in the car.”
“But no. You’re not a plan ruiner Mr. Queen..”
“Good. Wouldn’t want to have to rush things.” He kissed her again, rolling her nipple between his fingers and pushing even harder against her so she could feel his erection. The skinny little hand on his belly fluttered, but then curled and unfurled again with more pressure.
“Get one’a these long legs up, honey,” Ollie encouraged her, watching her greeny-blue eyes get increasingly swallowed in black as he pushed a hand up the back of her itsy skirt, digging his fingers into her ass and thigh as he helped her wrap her leg around him. And from there, it was almost laughably easy to slide his fingers around the curve of her thigh in between her legs, where — oh, fuck, was this trembly doe-eyed girlchik for real? — he discovered that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Well,” Ollie said, looking down. Her skirt was so short it was practically just a band up around her waist, now, and with her hips tilted forward he could watch as he pressed his thumb into the scribble of red hair between Rory’s legs, pushing through to her slick pussy. “Guess you kinda *did* have plans for the evening after all.”
Her body reacted immediately to each twist and push of his hands. Shuddering with the heat and arousal when she felt her small body press against his hard span of muscles. Without much of a thought, she doesn’t bother to stop his wandering hand.
The surprise in his eyes is satisfactory enough. That devilish grin splayed across her lips, her words ecthed across his neck as she practically purred. “I said I was good somethimes, not always.”
There was something in the razor edge of that smile that made Ollie pause for a second, some automatic reaction inside him that he couldn’t quite figure out. It wouldn’t make sense — he’d only just met this girl.
Had he? Man, this shit hadn’t happened to him for a couple of decades, at least.
Adjusting the hand cupping Rory’s ass to between her thighs, stroking his fingers back into her wetness to keep her gasping, Ollie carefully asked, “—we haven’t met before, have we, honey? There’s something awfully familiar about you. Not that I’m complaining.”
Rory swallowed, brain thinking up of something quick because Ollie’s so inquisitive. She has to wonder if he’s always like this. Panting softly, she can’t really think straight with his fingers delving in and out of her like some straight access to her arousal. It’s maddening how she just wants to take him in further, how her body sucks in his fingers and squeezes tight, aching for me.
“T-The park…I’m at the park a lot..nnn, you used to play w-with your son there.” She shudders, hand squeezing the back of his long hair and pulling as she gasps, holding him close. “S-it’s okay if you don’t remember..”
“Hnn.” It’s not the most clear answer, but it’s good enough for a quick fuck, so Ollie accepts Rory’s story and takes his fingers out of her. He holds her face with that hand as he undoes his pants, pressing his wet thumb into her wetter mouth. Rory resists for a second before opening her mouth and sucking on his thumb, soaked in the taste of her own pussy, and Ollie tells her, “There’s a condom in my back pocket, sweetie, and the faster you get it on me the faster I’ll be fucking you.”
Rory doesn’t like how insistent he is but she opens her mouth to suck hard and swish her tongue along his finger in a sensual motion. Tasting herself and moaning at his words. Condom. Dear jesus when was the last time she heard /that/ word. She laughed and it’s full of amusement when she reaches back and snatches the condom out.
Keeping the wrapper into her mouth, hands easily delving down and popping his jeans open with ease. She’s half tempted to get on her knees, wonders if that’ll just take the fun out of having daddy dearest fuck her. “S’cuse me for a minute, Mr. Queen, I’ve got to make sure your package is taken care of.”
In a matter of seconds she was sliding down his body, mouthing at his body on her descent before she opens the pants more and pushes them down, to mouth at the hard member behind his underwear, condom in hand.
Rory’s hair is so red it’s fascinating to watch her drop down along the front of him, a flame licking its way down to — ohhhh, jesus, her mouth moving along the length of his cock. Even with the fabric between her lips and his dick, the sensation was bright and immediate and Ollie groaned, “C’mon, honey. Pick up the pace a little, I can’t wait much longer…”
He rubbed his fingers into her hair, blinking as his fingers met long, silky strands and not … not what? Christ, he must be half-stupid with lust, or something, expecting that this girl’s hair would feel scrubby under his fingers.
Looking up at him, she gave a short laugh before pulling down the boxers and using her mouth to open the condom. She kissed along the member as she prepared to put it on with her fingers. God, she can’t believe she’s doing this. Mouth on Ollie’s cock, making him hard like this. The lust in her eyes is evident and oooo, he’s going to fuck her good if she behaves.
Slipping the condom on was easy. Getting back to her feet was another thing coming. Spindly fingers drum against his scalp, pulling his hair to give him a demanding kiss as she huffs. “Come on big boy..thought you said you were going to fuck me?”
Growling against Rory’s pink, teasing lips, Ollie grabbed her up — easy enough to do, the girl was long and tall and graced with big tits but skinny as a fox — slammed her hard against the wall, and sank his cock into her as her legs wrapped around him. With her holding herself open like this, hips wide, legs splayed, Ollie could thrust into her deep every time, dropping his head to suck at her breasts, bite her nipples, come back up to her panting mouth.
This was perfect. This was exactly what he’d wanted, mind-melting unthinking lizard brain fucking, some random luscious woman with a red mouth and sweet pussy, and here this Rory-the-babysitter had popped up like this was a goddamn porno movie. Pretty and young and ready to go.
Rory bucked, rolling her hips downward into his thrusts. Moaning softly in a chorus of screaming his name. She’s pulling him in with her legs, thighs squeezing him snug and tight, just loving the feel of him in between her legs.
God, it’d be so wrong to call him dad yet she’s so tempted. It would tear apart her story. Fuck but it would feel so good. Her hands traking roughly and harsh nails onto his shoulder then down his back. “A-Auhn..Oliver..Oliver.”
“mmmm… Rory — god damn, girl, you’re so tight —” And clearly loving this; every time he fucked into her oh-so-wet cunt she got a dazed look, feathery eyebrows drawing together and that swollen-looking mouth dropping into a gasping little o-shape.
And that was good, but for some reason he wanted to take it a little farther, make Rory lose just a little more of her mind, get her body begging for more of him. So Ollie wrapped one arm around her (between his arm, the wall, and his cock, she wasn’t going anywhere) and snaked his hand down between them, letting the backs of his index and middle finger slide alongide her clit.
“Hang in there, honey,” he said as she fixed an almost frightened look on him. “I’m not gonna do anything you won’t love.” Rory looked as though she was about to say something, but then Ollie closed and curled his forked fingers, clamping her clitoris between his knuckles.
Jesus fuck—“Oh my god. O-Oh my god!! O-Ollie.” She whimpered, nails digging into his skin at the intensity rushing through her body. Head banging back into the wall as she rides him.
She’s never felt like this before. Never felt so gone into sex because shit is this how Dick and Wally feel when she fucks them? Not the time, not the time. Fuck, fuck, fuc—
“Daddy!! F-Fuck me harder, Daddy.” She screamed, body pulsing with her please, so close to the edge already.
Yeah, that was more like it. Taking his hand out from between her legs, Ollie held on to Rory’s waist and fucked her in earnest, losing himself in the feel of her cunt opening up for him, the soaking wetness of her and the oversweet heavy smell of it, the push of her hips for more of his cock.
Well, that was no problem.
His goal had been to get off fast and hard, and damned if Rory hadn’t proved the fastest means to that goal. Ollie pressed his mouth against her strained throat as she leaned her head back desperately, her red hair sprawling all over the wall as she screamed and whimpered his name and “daddy” alternately, like they were one thing, and although he’d never been one for all the daddy stuff it didn’t bother him with her. She made it seem pretty goddamn hot.
She could feel him leave a mark on her neck, heart pounding in her chest quickly as he thrusts his hips harder into her. Blue eyes blown wide with lust, she shuddered, rolling her hips with the last of her energy, having never been this far gone before.
Her nails dug deep into his skin, drawing just a bit of blood as she clung tight to Ollie’s shoulders, shouting out his name in the last fit of passion bursting through her. Her tone was breathy, voice hoarsh with just the small little shouts of hers but moans still rolling out like a mantra to feel him finish inside of her.
That shock of her nails sinking into him, that last bit of pressure to cut through his skin — that was enough for Ollie to come inside her, against her, slamming Rory against the wall so hard that the glass he’d precariously put on the sink rim came crashing to the floor. The instant scent of sharp gin and lime joined the thick smell of sex in the air as Ollie wrapped the girl up in his arms, feeling her shaking and coming apart, breath fast and high.
When he pulled back, breathing calmed enough to start shifting gears out of lust-addled brain, Ollie watched in fascination as Rory’s blue-green eyes scanned his face, still dazed, like she was coming to some sort of realization. He’d been doing this tango for too long now to get puffed up over a woman thinking he’d fucked her right. This was something different. Like she was seeing him in a whole new way.
Which was more than a little unsettling and way too intimate for what Ollie wanted to keep this as — a one-time screw to get it out of the way — so he carefully lowered Rory to the ground and pulled away from her, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before heading down the hall to the bathroom. “Gimme a minute and I’ll see you out,” he called back to her. Hopefully that would make things clear.
Rory’s mind is reeling the minute she can feel Ollie pulse and use her rolling hips to finish off. She stayed like that, tangled against him until Ollie was pulling away. She messed up when she looked into his eyes. Her emotions running away with her thoughts as they were read by Ollie and he was running away as fast as he could.
She cursed internally, fighting with herself to get a hold of the rampant sensations rushing through her. She’d fucked her father. She’d fucked him and he didn’t even know and the exchange…She knew that look a mile away. A one night stand of all one night stands.
And this would take the cake if she weren’t so fucking out of it. She needed to collect her thoughts. This wasn’t good. Vulnerability was not, okay. Ollie left, and she began to fix herself up, hand over her mouth as she kept herself from saying anything and hid behind long orange locks. Instead of waiting for him to walk her out she wrote a quick note down and left.
The note, scrawled in a massively pretty cursive said: “No need to walk me out. Call if anything comes up, will be here tomorrow same time to watch over Lian XOXO <3” and underneath was her cell number.
Ollie wasn’t much phazed by the fact that she wasn’t there when he came out of the bathroom. It just made the awkward goodbyes easier for him. Walking over to the kitchen to clean up the broken glass before carrying on his way.
Home again home again, and Arrowhome was empty. It often was, despite the number of inhabitants; they tended to be a busy bunch, and all liked their independence as much as their clannishness. The only people who should be home were Lian and her babysitter —
— who didn’t look at all like any of the people on Roy’s list. Ollie stared at the back of the woman’s head as she played with Lian on the rug, at her long red hair, and said, “Hi, and you are?—”
Lian and Rory were playing a board game together. Long pale legs splayed across the carpet as she sat on the floor. She kept pushing back Lian’s hair behind her ear as the little girl kept leaning over the board moving her piece across the spaces. Rory laughed with her, grinning before a deep, confused voice, scared her shitless. Who the fu—aahh. “M-Mr. Queen. Ah, I’m Rory. One of Lian’s babysitters? Roy called me, said he needed me ta watch her.”
Ollie frowned, taking off his jacket and throwing it across the sofa as he crossed the floor to tousle Lian’s hair with one hand. “Roy called you? You’re on his list?” He bent over to kiss Lian’s shiny, slip-slidy hair, and when he looked up again he was a bit taken aback at how nervous Rory looked — no, not nervous exactly, but more shell-shocked. Practically scared.
“I’m sorry for the interrogation, Rory.” Ollie straightened and smiled at her, holding out his hand. “I’m Lian’s grandfather, and please, just call me Ollie. Oliver if you like being formal.” She didn’t look like one of Roy’s usual babysitters, that was for sure — ever since a string of awkward incidents, Roy had stopped hiring babysitters he was likely to sleep with.
Although Rory didn’t look much like Roy’s type. Too pointy, too long, too ropy, too …
(toothsome), Ollie’s mind said as Rory leaned forward and the drapey top she was wearing dipped open to show the barest curve of her breast. He was about to chide himself for the thought, but before he could, (why the hell not?) rose to the forefront. And it was true. Nothing wrong with appreciating this young woman’s appeal.
“How’s this little moppet been treating you, Rory?” he asked, looking back at Lian as she grinned up at him. “Think she deserves a bit of cereal before bed?”
Rory let out an internal sigh of relief. Christ if she didn’t know any better, Ollie looked about ready to figure her out right there. She played it off with a soft giggle, pushing bright orange bangs out of her face as she eyed the man closely. Watching his movements, watching him watch her.
Still a dog, if she ever did see one. She would be mad too if there was something to be mad about. Because he was looking at her and it still counts in her book. “Alright then Ollie. I uh..don’t do well with authority figures so, I apologize if I spooked you out with my staring. I’m a good girl most days. Honest.”
And it isn’t hard to spike her tone with insinuation, nor is it difficult to just settle into this family time when she knows she isn’t family anymore. Lian practically bounces on her toes as Ollie mentions cereal.
“I was real good! Tell him pretty lady.”
Rory laughs, nodding her head quickly. “Yes yes, she was such a good girl.”
“Well, then,” Ollie said, picking up Lian but still looking at Rory. “Good girls deserve to be rewarded, don’t they?”
He swung them both off to the kitchen, settling Lian with a modest amount of flakes and granola in the sunshine yellow bowl she liked, then joining Rory in the doorway to watch Lian hum to herself happily as she consumed her bedtime snack. “The good thing about this,” he remarked, “is that milk makes her sleepy. So she’ll protest going to bed, promise she isn’t tired, and then knock off three minutes after her blessed head hits the pillow. Works every time.”
Rory can’t tell if that’s a joke or if Ollie’s hitting on her. That’s new. Very new. Good new? She’ll just have to see. She cleans everything up, collecting the board into a box and placing it on the table. Following afterwards, she rested in the doorway, leaning against it, her arms under her large chest as she glanced at Ollie.
“Well, aren’t you just the naughtiest underhanded grand daddy if I ever did see one.” She grinned, shifting more and watching as Lian made a mess of her cereal. Eating it all down and bouncing to play more.
“I wanna sword fight Pop Pop!”
Lian’s demand was high and loud enough to snap Ollie’s attention away from Rory’s … strategically emphasised decolletage. Redheaded women were never in-between, in his (considerable) experience: either sweet petite, or busting out all over.
But anyway. He caught Lian up and bore her away swiftly. “Sword fight after you brush your teeth!” Ollie promised, waiting while Lian scrubbed diligently. That task ran her down a little bit; changing for bed did a little more, and by the time Ollie popped her into her bed “so he could go look for swords”, she was fast asleep.
He went back out to find Rory nonchalantly clearing away the bowl and spoon, efficiently wiping up Lian’s milk and cereal spills. “You have kids?” Ollie asked. “Because you look like this is old stuff for you, picking up after her.”
There was something about Rory that was prickling at the back of Ollie’s neck. A … familiarity, as if she was meant to be here, as if … but no. That was ridiculous. That was his mind concocting justifications for how his blood started heating up when she roughly twisted her red hair behind her head before wiping the table, when she rinsed and wrung out the cloth and wiped her wet hands carelessly on her short skirt.
“Want something to drink?” he asked. She looked about Roy’s age. Well old enough for a drink, if she wanted one. Or if she wanted anything else.
Rory cleaned up and laughed as she shook her head. She’d practiced the story a thousand times, pretending that it was natural though, now that was another thing coming. “Oh, no, I love children but I don’t have any of my own. Got a little sister though.”
Rory flashed him a smile, placing the wet rag back on the rack as she leaned against the counter. “She’s quiet the handful when she wants to be.” Green/blue eyes flickering to see Ollie move around her towards the fridge.
“Sure, I’ll have a drink.”
“Excellent. Nothing like a perfectly-made gimlet to reward yourself for a job well-done.” Ollie was exaggerating some on his skills at gimlet-making — they were a Kate speciality, more than his. But for some reason thinking of Kate, the sharp fast way she mixed drinks for him, just made him feel even hungrier for this red-headed girl, tilting her hips at him from the counter.
He pulled out limes, fetched the gin, sliced and poured and squeezed, then presented Rory with one glass of chartreuse-tinted icy gin-and-lime, lifting the other. “To kids who’re heavy sleepers,” he said, swallowing half of it in one go. Ollie turned the glass idly in his fingers while Rory sampled her drink, waiting to gauge just how interested she was.
Flirting was fun, all right, but he was feeling too overheated for that. If he wasn’t gonna be fucking this girl in the next fifteen, he wanted to just pay her, get her out of here, and find out if Kate or Hal could make it back on short notice. “Roy’s lucky to have a treasure like Lian. She isn’t half the handful *he* was — but he’s great with her, and that’s all his own doing. He’s very impressive when he wants to be.” Ollie grinned into his glass, drinking the rest of it and reaching in to snag a piece of ice to suck on.
Rory raised her glass, fingers slightly touching Ollie’s when they traded cups. Sipping gently, she couldn’t be so brash with the alcohol as she was used to. That would simply make her seem..eager? Overly eager, definitely. More of a bad girl than anything.
“Mmm, Ollie, please don’t tell me you’re going into the alcohol business.” She grinned, timidly drinking the rest of her drink, cupping the glass gently in her hand as she giggled. “Because this does not seem like your strong point.”
“Gets the job done. That’s the important part.” Having put his own glass down on the kitchen table, Ollie took Rory’s from her too, taking note of the way her breathing quickened as their fingers touched again, the way she looked up suddenly as if he’d startled her yet again.
This was too fucking much. Still holding the glass, Ollie leaned in that last little distance and kissed her, lime and juniper on her lips when he licked them apart.
Rory’s face felt like it was on fire. Her instincts kicking in just to kiss back, giving Ollie a little surprised noise in between their mouths. She felt her entire made grow hot.
Chills rushing through her as she blushed and brought a hand up to cup his ear and lightly scratch through his hair. This is what she’s always wanted. To think a different name and a pair of nice breasts were her ticket to the show.
There, *that* was better.
Ollie wrapped his arm around Rory as he deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue and pressing the icy condensation on the old-fashioned glass against her bare shoulder. She gasped, a bit, and when he moved the glass to middle of her back, she automatically arched her chest against him.
Reaching out to put the glass down on the rim of the sink, Ollie held the girl close, biting gently at her throat, her collarbone, licking the still-cold drops of water from her shoulder. He bumped her up against the wall to keep her still, one hand easily reaching into the draped front of her teensy little top to cover her bare breast inside.
“This is one helluva minxy outfit for babysitting, pretty girl,” he grinned, rubbing her nipple with his thumb. “Am I interrupting plans you had for afterwards?”
“Mmph..” She squeaked under her breath. Her free hand splayed right across into his chest. Long, skinny, and freckled covered fingers, pressed in firmly onto his chest, sliding down to rest on his stomach.
She pulled from the kiss to give a soft little gasp again, bowing her head to make her hair spill in front of her face. “I took a shower earlier to change. Got paint all over me, this is just my back up in the car.”
“But no. You’re not a plan ruiner Mr. Queen..”
“Good. Wouldn’t want to have to rush things.” He kissed her again, rolling her nipple between his fingers and pushing even harder against her so she could feel his erection. The skinny little hand on his belly fluttered, but then curled and unfurled again with more pressure.
“Get one’a these long legs up, honey,” Ollie encouraged her, watching her greeny-blue eyes get increasingly swallowed in black as he pushed a hand up the back of her itsy skirt, digging his fingers into her ass and thigh as he helped her wrap her leg around him. And from there, it was almost laughably easy to slide his fingers around the curve of her thigh in between her legs, where — oh, fuck, was this trembly doe-eyed girlchik for real? — he discovered that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Well,” Ollie said, looking down. Her skirt was so short it was practically just a band up around her waist, now, and with her hips tilted forward he could watch as he pressed his thumb into the scribble of red hair between Rory’s legs, pushing through to her slick pussy. “Guess you kinda *did* have plans for the evening after all.”
Her body reacted immediately to each twist and push of his hands. Shuddering with the heat and arousal when she felt her small body press against his hard span of muscles. Without much of a thought, she doesn’t bother to stop his wandering hand.
The surprise in his eyes is satisfactory enough. That devilish grin splayed across her lips, her words ecthed across his neck as she practically purred. “I said I was good somethimes, not always.”
There was something in the razor edge of that smile that made Ollie pause for a second, some automatic reaction inside him that he couldn’t quite figure out. It wouldn’t make sense — he’d only just met this girl.
Had he? Man, this shit hadn’t happened to him for a couple of decades, at least.
Adjusting the hand cupping Rory’s ass to between her thighs, stroking his fingers back into her wetness to keep her gasping, Ollie carefully asked, “—we haven’t met before, have we, honey? There’s something awfully familiar about you. Not that I’m complaining.”
Rory swallowed, brain thinking up of something quick because Ollie’s so inquisitive. She has to wonder if he’s always like this. Panting softly, she can’t really think straight with his fingers delving in and out of her like some straight access to her arousal. It’s maddening how she just wants to take him in further, how her body sucks in his fingers and squeezes tight, aching for me.
“T-The park…I’m at the park a lot..nnn, you used to play w-with your son there.” She shudders, hand squeezing the back of his long hair and pulling as she gasps, holding him close. “S-it’s okay if you don’t remember..”
“Hnn.” It’s not the most clear answer, but it’s good enough for a quick fuck, so Ollie accepts Rory’s story and takes his fingers out of her. He holds her face with that hand as he undoes his pants, pressing his wet thumb into her wetter mouth. Rory resists for a second before opening her mouth and sucking on his thumb, soaked in the taste of her own pussy, and Ollie tells her, “There’s a condom in my back pocket, sweetie, and the faster you get it on me the faster I’ll be fucking you.”
Rory doesn’t like how insistent he is but she opens her mouth to suck hard and swish her tongue along his finger in a sensual motion. Tasting herself and moaning at his words. Condom. Dear jesus when was the last time she heard /that/ word. She laughed and it’s full of amusement when she reaches back and snatches the condom out.
Keeping the wrapper into her mouth, hands easily delving down and popping his jeans open with ease. She’s half tempted to get on her knees, wonders if that’ll just take the fun out of having daddy dearest fuck her. “S’cuse me for a minute, Mr. Queen, I’ve got to make sure your package is taken care of.”
In a matter of seconds she was sliding down his body, mouthing at his body on her descent before she opens the pants more and pushes them down, to mouth at the hard member behind his underwear, condom in hand.
Rory’s hair is so red it’s fascinating to watch her drop down along the front of him, a flame licking its way down to — ohhhh, jesus, her mouth moving along the length of his cock. Even with the fabric between her lips and his dick, the sensation was bright and immediate and Ollie groaned, “C’mon, honey. Pick up the pace a little, I can’t wait much longer…”
He rubbed his fingers into her hair, blinking as his fingers met long, silky strands and not … not what? Christ, he must be half-stupid with lust, or something, expecting that this girl’s hair would feel scrubby under his fingers.
Looking up at him, she gave a short laugh before pulling down the boxers and using her mouth to open the condom. She kissed along the member as she prepared to put it on with her fingers. God, she can’t believe she’s doing this. Mouth on Ollie’s cock, making him hard like this. The lust in her eyes is evident and oooo, he’s going to fuck her good if she behaves.
Slipping the condom on was easy. Getting back to her feet was another thing coming. Spindly fingers drum against his scalp, pulling his hair to give him a demanding kiss as she huffs. “Come on big boy..thought you said you were going to fuck me?”
Growling against Rory’s pink, teasing lips, Ollie grabbed her up — easy enough to do, the girl was long and tall and graced with big tits but skinny as a fox — slammed her hard against the wall, and sank his cock into her as her legs wrapped around him. With her holding herself open like this, hips wide, legs splayed, Ollie could thrust into her deep every time, dropping his head to suck at her breasts, bite her nipples, come back up to her panting mouth.
This was perfect. This was exactly what he’d wanted, mind-melting unthinking lizard brain fucking, some random luscious woman with a red mouth and sweet pussy, and here this Rory-the-babysitter had popped up like this was a goddamn porno movie. Pretty and young and ready to go.
Rory bucked, rolling her hips downward into his thrusts. Moaning softly in a chorus of screaming his name. She’s pulling him in with her legs, thighs squeezing him snug and tight, just loving the feel of him in between her legs.
God, it’d be so wrong to call him dad yet she’s so tempted. It would tear apart her story. Fuck but it would feel so good. Her hands traking roughly and harsh nails onto his shoulder then down his back. “A-Auhn..Oliver..Oliver.”
“mmmm… Rory — god damn, girl, you’re so tight —” And clearly loving this; every time he fucked into her oh-so-wet cunt she got a dazed look, feathery eyebrows drawing together and that swollen-looking mouth dropping into a gasping little o-shape.
And that was good, but for some reason he wanted to take it a little farther, make Rory lose just a little more of her mind, get her body begging for more of him. So Ollie wrapped one arm around her (between his arm, the wall, and his cock, she wasn’t going anywhere) and snaked his hand down between them, letting the backs of his index and middle finger slide alongide her clit.
“Hang in there, honey,” he said as she fixed an almost frightened look on him. “I’m not gonna do anything you won’t love.” Rory looked as though she was about to say something, but then Ollie closed and curled his forked fingers, clamping her clitoris between his knuckles.
Jesus fuck—“Oh my god. O-Oh my god!! O-Ollie.” She whimpered, nails digging into his skin at the intensity rushing through her body. Head banging back into the wall as she rides him.
She’s never felt like this before. Never felt so gone into sex because shit is this how Dick and Wally feel when she fucks them? Not the time, not the time. Fuck, fuck, fuc—
“Daddy!! F-Fuck me harder, Daddy.” She screamed, body pulsing with her please, so close to the edge already.
Yeah, that was more like it. Taking his hand out from between her legs, Ollie held on to Rory’s waist and fucked her in earnest, losing himself in the feel of her cunt opening up for him, the soaking wetness of her and the oversweet heavy smell of it, the push of her hips for more of his cock.
Well, that was no problem.
His goal had been to get off fast and hard, and damned if Rory hadn’t proved the fastest means to that goal. Ollie pressed his mouth against her strained throat as she leaned her head back desperately, her red hair sprawling all over the wall as she screamed and whimpered his name and “daddy” alternately, like they were one thing, and although he’d never been one for all the daddy stuff it didn’t bother him with her. She made it seem pretty goddamn hot.
She could feel him leave a mark on her neck, heart pounding in her chest quickly as he thrusts his hips harder into her. Blue eyes blown wide with lust, she shuddered, rolling her hips with the last of her energy, having never been this far gone before.
Her nails dug deep into his skin, drawing just a bit of blood as she clung tight to Ollie’s shoulders, shouting out his name in the last fit of passion bursting through her. Her tone was breathy, voice hoarsh with just the small little shouts of hers but moans still rolling out like a mantra to feel him finish inside of her.
That shock of her nails sinking into him, that last bit of pressure to cut through his skin — that was enough for Ollie to come inside her, against her, slamming Rory against the wall so hard that the glass he’d precariously put on the sink rim came crashing to the floor. The instant scent of sharp gin and lime joined the thick smell of sex in the air as Ollie wrapped the girl up in his arms, feeling her shaking and coming apart, breath fast and high.
When he pulled back, breathing calmed enough to start shifting gears out of lust-addled brain, Ollie watched in fascination as Rory’s blue-green eyes scanned his face, still dazed, like she was coming to some sort of realization. He’d been doing this tango for too long now to get puffed up over a woman thinking he’d fucked her right. This was something different. Like she was seeing him in a whole new way.
Which was more than a little unsettling and way too intimate for what Ollie wanted to keep this as — a one-time screw to get it out of the way — so he carefully lowered Rory to the ground and pulled away from her, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before heading down the hall to the bathroom. “Gimme a minute and I’ll see you out,” he called back to her. Hopefully that would make things clear.
Rory’s mind is reeling the minute she can feel Ollie pulse and use her rolling hips to finish off. She stayed like that, tangled against him until Ollie was pulling away. She messed up when she looked into his eyes. Her emotions running away with her thoughts as they were read by Ollie and he was running away as fast as he could.
She cursed internally, fighting with herself to get a hold of the rampant sensations rushing through her. She’d fucked her father. She’d fucked him and he didn’t even know and the exchange…She knew that look a mile away. A one night stand of all one night stands.
And this would take the cake if she weren’t so fucking out of it. She needed to collect her thoughts. This wasn’t good. Vulnerability was not, okay. Ollie left, and she began to fix herself up, hand over her mouth as she kept herself from saying anything and hid behind long orange locks. Instead of waiting for him to walk her out she wrote a quick note down and left.
The note, scrawled in a massively pretty cursive said: “No need to walk me out. Call if anything comes up, will be here tomorrow same time to watch over Lian XOXO <3” and underneath was her cell number.
Ollie wasn’t much phazed by the fact that she wasn’t there when he came out of the bathroom. It just made the awkward goodbyes easier for him. Walking over to the kitchen to clean up the broken glass before carrying on his way.