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thejusticelounge2012-11-04 01:34 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-11-04 01:34 pm
new things
(hanging out at ollie's place, and kate is packing under her jeans)
KATE: *pulls away, turning so she can sit up on the counter, only her eyes giving away the fact that she's playing a part* You're not taking me seriously, Ollie. If I was un hombre, if my dick were real? You'd be fighting me already.
OLLIE: No I wouldn't. *moves in, touching the sides of her knees* If YOU were un hombre, Kate? I'd already be on my knees.
KATE: *bites her lip for a second, then plants her foot in his solar plexus and shoves him to the floor* You bastard.
OLLIE: Ollie slides back, honestly astonished to find himself on his ass. "Honey, I ..." he starts, then wrinkles his forehead, looking unsure. "I'm taking you very seriously," he says finally. "But I want what I want."
KATE: *cocks her head, letting him know she's playing still, that it's not really her* *slides down off the counter*
OLLIE: Smiling at her for a second or two, Ollie tips his head slightly to reassure Kate he's playing along before sprawling back some more, watching her approach. "I usually do get what I want, Katie," he drawls.
KATE: I only give on my terms, Queen. And I'm not fucking you in the kitchen.
OLLIE: Well, I HAD hoped you'd fuck me in the ass.
KATE: *runs her palm over her cock, pressing her hips up into it a little, eyes not leaving his face*That sort of was the idea.
"Not in the kitchen, though?" Ollie sits up, then gets slowly to his knees, keeping their connected gaze.
"No," Kate says with a slow smirk, turning away and walking back into the living room. "I'm going to have you on your knees, sweetie. Right here, so every time you come back in here, you think about me, about how I made you take it, so you know how it feels."
Ollie lurches to his feet and trots after her, catching her hips and turning her around, pulling her against him. "I might need some convincing," he says, nuzzling her forehead. "I mean, I talk a pretty big game, but I'm outta my league, here."
"Don't worry, cielo," Kate replies, voice low, hips shifting up against him so he can feel her. "I'll make it really sweet for you at first, nice and easy..."
She catches his wrist and moves his hands down to start to undo her jeans.
"Sweet girl," Ollie murmurs, unfastening her jeans, drawing down her zipper, then looking up at her. "What should I -- should I take it out? Your cock?"
"Yeah," Kate replies, leaning in to catch him, pull him into a kiss, her teeth tugging on his lower lip. "Want you to touch me, sweetheart." She wants to see his eyes, wants to feel his breath catch as he touches her, finds where the other end rests inside her, clenched tight.
Ollie slides his hand into her pants, having no idea what he'll find -- some kind of harness, he assumes? -- and he blinks, a dozen times over, when his fingers follow her cock down between her legs, against her, into her body. "oh, god," he says, breathless in surprise, in the heat that rushes to his face. "Kate, I didn't, does this?..." He has no idea what he even wants to ask, but he can't stop touching her, feeling where the dildo enters her.
Kate gasps, because it's even better than she thought, between his reaction, the fact that he turns red when he figures it out, and the way he's touching her, which just makes her clench harder, hips shift to press her clit against the ever-so-convenient ridges. "It's okay, amado," she murmurs, shifting up into his hands, then reluctantly letting go of him so she can peel the jeans down her hips, because she needs more than this.
"Kate," Ollie says, wondrously, watching her get her clothes off. He goes through the motions on himself, too, in fast rough movements, not wanting to lose sight of her for very long. Her entire carriage is different, the balance of her hips as she shifts from foot to foot taking off her jeans. It's mesmerizing. It's insanely hot. He wants to hold her again, examine and explore, see if she feels the same in his arms, but he's oddly ... hesitant.
Every time Kate moves, now that the jeans that were supporting her are gone, the cock shifts inside of her, just enough to make her need to move more, ache for it. She bites her lip, taking off the buttondown shirt, undoing her bra fluidly. And then she's naked, and the silicone between her legs is warm, almost part of her. Until she can get what she wants, though, she needs him, needs to be touched, and she grabs him close, kisses him harder this time. "Don't let go," she says against his mouth.
Ollie makes a short, rough noise of assent, a promise that he backs up by wrapping his arms around her and oh jesus, that brings his stiffening cock in contact with Kate's. With -- with her *cock*. Grunting, Ollie pushes hard against her as he tightens his arms, grinding against her, wanting to hear her gasp as the other end of her dildo moves inside her. "I'll never fucking let you go, woman," he growls in her ear, following it up with a sharp bite.
And Kate does gasp, grit her teeth and remind herself to stay in control, which she's fucking failing at with each passing second. Even so, she grinds up against him in return, and when he bites her, the hand against his back moves all the way up into his hair, pulls his head back. "I'm okay with that," she replies, voice low, hoarse, before she bites his neck, right where it meets his shoulder, needing it to leave a fucking mark.
"nnngh--" Ollie tightens his fingers against Kate's sides as she bites deep, strong, sucking hard enough for it to hurt. He lifts her off the floor, until her toes dangle, and moves to slam her against the wall. That brings back a sudden, scorching memory of their first time -- her lace panties twisted in his fingers, her red dress, her bandaged ribs -- and goddamn, just like every time, he wants to fuck so deep into her that they're practically one person. "Kate," he pants, "I wanna fuck you, let me fuck you, let me do it, I can make it so good for you, baby, have you screaming--"
The pain is glorious and it's a damn delicious offer, and the same, like every single time, it makes her heart ache inside her, needing desperately to be as much a part of him as humanly possible, but-- "No, cielo," she growls, even as she's breathless. "Not this time. This time you're mine."
"Yours." He bangs hard against her again, watching as Kate's eyes go impossibly darker. "I'm always yours, honey. But we both know you're a a complete slut for my cock, and if I touch your pussy right now, you'll be dripping wet, wanting me inside you. And I want that too, Kate, why're you fighting it?"
Kate meets his eyes, and though she's blushing dark (because it's true), she doesn't look away. Instead, she sets her jaw. "If you don't want this, Ollie...you can tell me, and I'll stop," she says, voice cracking slightly. "But this time I'm calling the shots."
Ollie looks levelly back at her. "I'd tell you," he says. "And if you're calling the shots, Katie -- then call 'em." He doesn't move, just keeps her pinned, waiting.
Kate considers him for a second, then shifts her weight, ducking out from under him--it's easier said than done, but she can manage--and sending a foot into the back of one of his knees to make it give way, send him down onto the floor for her. "Maybe," she hisses, as she catches her breath, "if you'd give me two fucking seconds, I would, Oliver Queen."
She is fucking fast, and fucking *strong*, and why he's forgotten that from the last time they fought Ollie has no idea. "All's fair," he says, grinning and letting just the right amount of arrogance into the words. He slaps a hand against the wall to steady himself, shifting to stand back up, and adds, "Things move pretty fast with me, darling. Gotta keep up or give in -- and we know how much you love to give in."
He wanted to make her angry, and the way he says it gets her riled, like she's someone there just for him to fuck, use and reuse when he feels like it, and yeah, 90% of that is interpretation but she doesn't give a fuck. He knew what he was getting into, and she sends a knee into the small of his back before he can get to his feet again. "Oh, making me into the slut, Ollie? That's rich, considering the way you're going to take it. I have it on good authority that you beg so damn pretty for cock." This is of course bullshit, but saying it is entirely too fun.
Ollie can't tell if it's Kate's knee or her words that drive the breath out of him, but christ, it does the job, either way. "I'm not --" he starts, but he's muddled as fuck, all of a sudden. The feeling's not a familiar one and he can hear his own unsureness in how loud and aggressive his voice is as he tells Kate, "I might've made you into a slut, but you went right along with me, didn't you? Admit it, there's nothing you want more than to spread your legs for me any time I want some pussy."
Careless words, blurted out, but jesus christ he's on his own living room floor on his hands and knees, and the nervousness is warring with the arousal in a way that's throwing him completely off balance.
He's fighting her on it, and she's walking a seriously thin line here, that much is obvious from the way he's jabbing at her, trying to find anywhere that might stick, anywhere she might bleed. But Kate's beyond that now, and she knows that the vast majority of it is bullshit.
Leaning over him, she speaks in his ear, breath hot, skin almost as much so, the silicone of her cock cool against his thigh. "Look who's talking, sweetheart," she drawls. "Willing to dip your dick anytime you can have it. Isn't it time that turnabout is fair play, let me use that fine ass of yours?"
Having Kate so close changes the whole game, and Ollie finds himself dropping his head, pressing his nose against his strained bicep for comfort. Her cock is against him now, drawing along his leg as Kate says these sizzling-hot humiliating things to him, and Ollie closes his eyes and just listens to her.
"Do it to me," he says, before he can stop himself, before the words come out different and wrong and not what he actually, truly wants to happen to him right now. "Kate, fuck me, please. Do whatever you want."
Kate rewards him by gently running her hand through his hair, even as she eases the dildo out of her with the other hand--it's only so she can slick her fingers in her cunt, then ease the dry end of the cock inside her while she slips her hand between his legs. "Already planned on it, amado," she whispers, nipping his earlobe as she eases a finger inside him, and oh my god, he's hotter than she imagined, enough to make her dazed.
It's not as if Ollie's never done this, it's not as if it's new territory. Hell, he had his turns under Hal even back in the day when they didn't know a damn thing and it was only their hypercharged emotions and lust that overrode the pain. But it's not ... it's not usual for him, and Kate's finger pushing into him makes sweat start to bloom across his back and shoulders, down his nose, along his forehead. It's a conscious effort not to tense up.
Taking a shuddery breath, Ollie forces himself to relax, rubbing his nose against his arm. "Good," he mumbles. "S'good, Kate, you doing that."
Kate, feeling the way he's breathing, eases up on the bravado, drags her lips against his neck. He knows he can tell her to stop and she will, and so she's not going to play around without him being in a better place than this. "Tell me if you want more," she says softly, running her free hand down his back gently for a second before fumbling in the jeans left on the floor to add to the lube. She's not that cruel.
The timbre of Kate's voice is gentler, now, and Ollie wonders what the hell he must look like for her to be soothing him like he's a fractious horse. Taking a deep breath, he looks over at her slicking her fingers up. "Kate," Ollie says, waiting till she looks over at him. "Kate, I want more. I do. I want ... I need you to push me on this, honey, I can't get there by myself." He licks his lips, swallowing, gaze shifting to her hand. His cock twitches at the thought of two of her fingers inside him, three maybe, and he asks, "--would that be okay with you?"
Kate looks back at him, reads his face and understands, eyes darkening a little. "Yeah," she murmurs. After a second, she leans down, brushes a kiss against his jaw, and says, "You know how to stop me."
Before he can reply, she's slipped two fingers into him, meeting resistance and slowly working past it, slow but relentless anyway. "God, look at you," she hisses, biting her lip, switching the dildo around once more so the business end is slick with her, then adds a third. He can take it.
Once Kate's doing it again, knowing how self-conscious he's feeling but not stopping, Ollie finds it easier to relax, suck in his breath at the burn and stretch and then the fullness her fingers provide. "jesus," he breathes, the heat coming off of Kate adding to the debauched feel of this all. "Kate, your fingers, your hand, it's ... it's so much," he finishes, unable to come up with anything better.
But he pushes back against her, taking her fingers in, growling at the sensation. Words are deserting him, one by one.
He says *so* much, not *too* much, and so Kate doesn't hesitate, working her fingers, her hand, in and out of him. She thinks that she might get it now, a little, how men can barely seem to wait, need more, to sink themselves in, because she feels it now even if her cock's not quite her body.
Kissing the nape of his neck, she leans over him, adds lube to her cock once he's started taking three and making sounds she didn't think she could get out of him. Biting her lip, she eases out her hand, replaces it with her cock, entering slow with a shift of her hips. It's not the natural kind of movement she's used to, but it feels so good. "Got my come in you, sweetheart," she whispers, and it's so dirty that it makes her clench hard enough that the cock moves as well.
Kate pushing her cock into him is a big, bold shock of sensation, no matter how prepared Ollie had been for it to happen, and although his head swims him out of conscious thought for a moment he's vaguely aware of making a gutteral, choking sound, his fingers curling against the floor, and then he whoops in a long deep breath and comes back to himself.
"Kate," Ollie says, her name feeling like a lifeline against his tongue, as he bucks against her just the slightest bit when she slyly whispers to him, ah such fucking filthy words, his Kate. "Don't stop, please, honey, do it -- fuck me, don't be gentle. I want it to not be gentle. Please, god, just --"
He has to stop there, the naked desperation in his voice getting to be too much. This is one area of hypermasculinity he's always had some trouble with surrendering, and if he keeps talking he might revert to his usual ways. And that's not what he wants. "Make me take it," Ollie mutters, voice hardly more than a raw rasp. "I don't wanna be in control of this, Kate. You are."
She's tempted to be tender to him, the way he sounds and how he looks, but that's not what he wants...and deep down, it's not what she wants either. She slips her free hand up into his hair, strokes the back of his neck, then moves quickly into him with a thrust of her hips, in to the hilt, her clit rubbing hard against the firm ridges of the cock on her side, the movement inside her turning her on even more. "God damn, Ollie," she hisses, voice low. "Oh god, you feel so so good, just taking my cock, you should see it moving into you."
"Yeah, yeah, Kate, it's -- ah, god, it feels fucking -- it's perfect, you're perfect." Sweat's drip dripdripping from his nose as Ollie lets his head drop, readjusting his hands as Kate drives into him with intent, with firmness, god she must be loving this, right? She must be, she must, to be going at him like this, the slap of her thighs against his ass making everything familiar but topsy-turvy at the same time.
His cock bobs against his belly, and Ollie bears down on Kate's cock to make it hurt a little more, make his own breathing more ragged. Turns his nose against his arm again, bites down, everything is just fucking madness, right now, and as overwhelming as it is, he can't bring himself to want it to stop.
The heat and the scent of sex and sweat and the sound of them together have all gone to her head, make her hips stutter a little in the process of driving into him. She's already close, and then she shifts just a little inside him, and he gasps in a way she never thought he could--and that's what does it, her body jerking against him, cock shifting with each pulse inside of her.
But she doesn't stop moving, not entirely, and runs a kiss down his spine before she can even catch her breath, clean hand catching his cock. "Come undone for me, amado," she whispers, voice raw. "My Ollie, god, you set me on fire..."
The sound and feel of Kate coming is unmistakeable; Ollie's heard it, memorized it, dreamed about it too many times to miss when it happens. And then her cock's shuddering and shifting inside him and yanking those throaty, wanting, mindless noises out of him again.
Ollie almost sobs in relief when Kate reaches to grasp his cock, arching his back as her words sink in, in time with her pulse and his and the movements of her hand, and he's already so fucking overstimulated and on the edge that for a moment Ollie's terrified that he won't come, he can't, but--
Kate's lips brush against his back, and he gasps, gags, and howls as the orgasm takes him over, cock spurting and his ass clenching down around Kate's cock. One of Ollie's hands slips against the floor (his arms are shaking, what's that, even, this is not something that fucking happens to him ever) and he drops down onto one forearm, pressing his forehead against the back of his wrist.
"Kate," Ollie says, voice so shallow he doesn't even know if she can hear him. "I love you so much, honey, so fucking much."
"Cielo," Kate murmurs, and god, she wishes she could have fully felt him come around her, though she's thinking it might have killed her, what with the force of what they had just here, like this (god, it was almost like coming again, knowing he was doing it for her, only for her). Easing back so carefully, finally, and out of him, she wipes her hand off on a discarded shirt, then spreads her fingers wide, gentle, against his back. "I love you too," she says, and bites her lip, because seeing him like this is shattering her. "Fuck, please tell me you're okay."
It takes a bit before Kate's words sink in, because Ollie's still adjusting to the emptiness in his body after she moves so gently out of him. He draws in a breath when she spreads her hand on his back, startled, every inch of his skin feeling soaked and tender and full of nerve endings.
And then the worry in Kate's voice gets through, and Ollie takes a breath, gathering himself, and sinks down onto one hip so he can grab hold of Kate, pull her in close. She skids on the floor, he's yanked her off balance, but he wants her pressed against him right now more than anything.
"I'm okay," Ollie murmurs, curling around her as she curls automatically against him. Like shrimp, he thinks deliriously, then laughs against her hair before kissing all over her dear, hopeful face. "I'm perfectly okay, sweetheart, my Katie. You ... you were exactly what I wanted. You did exactly what I needed."
Kate groans, softly, then starts laughing herself, because that's where her brain is at right now, as she pulls him up so he's even closer than when they'd settled. "Thank fuck," she whispers, and the impact of what they'd done is somewhat sinking in, is a little too much to process yet into more than soft, sweet laughter and a dark blush against her skin. "You were beautiful. Fucking amazing."
"And I get the feeling we'll both need to talk about it some more once we have, y'know, brain function again." Ollie breathes in her scent, licking compulsively at Kate's shoulder. "But, yeah. Yeah, Kate. You're the only one who could take me there."
"I'd be more worried if we didn't talk about it," Kate notes, though her usual wry smile is muted by post-sex blissface. "Considering me and you. You know," she added, and kissed him once, firmly. "I'm not going to let go either."
KATE: *pulls away, turning so she can sit up on the counter, only her eyes giving away the fact that she's playing a part* You're not taking me seriously, Ollie. If I was un hombre, if my dick were real? You'd be fighting me already.
OLLIE: No I wouldn't. *moves in, touching the sides of her knees* If YOU were un hombre, Kate? I'd already be on my knees.
KATE: *bites her lip for a second, then plants her foot in his solar plexus and shoves him to the floor* You bastard.
OLLIE: Ollie slides back, honestly astonished to find himself on his ass. "Honey, I ..." he starts, then wrinkles his forehead, looking unsure. "I'm taking you very seriously," he says finally. "But I want what I want."
KATE: *cocks her head, letting him know she's playing still, that it's not really her* *slides down off the counter*
OLLIE: Smiling at her for a second or two, Ollie tips his head slightly to reassure Kate he's playing along before sprawling back some more, watching her approach. "I usually do get what I want, Katie," he drawls.
KATE: I only give on my terms, Queen. And I'm not fucking you in the kitchen.
OLLIE: Well, I HAD hoped you'd fuck me in the ass.
KATE: *runs her palm over her cock, pressing her hips up into it a little, eyes not leaving his face*That sort of was the idea.
"Not in the kitchen, though?" Ollie sits up, then gets slowly to his knees, keeping their connected gaze.
"No," Kate says with a slow smirk, turning away and walking back into the living room. "I'm going to have you on your knees, sweetie. Right here, so every time you come back in here, you think about me, about how I made you take it, so you know how it feels."
Ollie lurches to his feet and trots after her, catching her hips and turning her around, pulling her against him. "I might need some convincing," he says, nuzzling her forehead. "I mean, I talk a pretty big game, but I'm outta my league, here."
"Don't worry, cielo," Kate replies, voice low, hips shifting up against him so he can feel her. "I'll make it really sweet for you at first, nice and easy..."
She catches his wrist and moves his hands down to start to undo her jeans.
"Sweet girl," Ollie murmurs, unfastening her jeans, drawing down her zipper, then looking up at her. "What should I -- should I take it out? Your cock?"
"Yeah," Kate replies, leaning in to catch him, pull him into a kiss, her teeth tugging on his lower lip. "Want you to touch me, sweetheart." She wants to see his eyes, wants to feel his breath catch as he touches her, finds where the other end rests inside her, clenched tight.
Ollie slides his hand into her pants, having no idea what he'll find -- some kind of harness, he assumes? -- and he blinks, a dozen times over, when his fingers follow her cock down between her legs, against her, into her body. "oh, god," he says, breathless in surprise, in the heat that rushes to his face. "Kate, I didn't, does this?..." He has no idea what he even wants to ask, but he can't stop touching her, feeling where the dildo enters her.
Kate gasps, because it's even better than she thought, between his reaction, the fact that he turns red when he figures it out, and the way he's touching her, which just makes her clench harder, hips shift to press her clit against the ever-so-convenient ridges. "It's okay, amado," she murmurs, shifting up into his hands, then reluctantly letting go of him so she can peel the jeans down her hips, because she needs more than this.
"Kate," Ollie says, wondrously, watching her get her clothes off. He goes through the motions on himself, too, in fast rough movements, not wanting to lose sight of her for very long. Her entire carriage is different, the balance of her hips as she shifts from foot to foot taking off her jeans. It's mesmerizing. It's insanely hot. He wants to hold her again, examine and explore, see if she feels the same in his arms, but he's oddly ... hesitant.
Every time Kate moves, now that the jeans that were supporting her are gone, the cock shifts inside of her, just enough to make her need to move more, ache for it. She bites her lip, taking off the buttondown shirt, undoing her bra fluidly. And then she's naked, and the silicone between her legs is warm, almost part of her. Until she can get what she wants, though, she needs him, needs to be touched, and she grabs him close, kisses him harder this time. "Don't let go," she says against his mouth.
Ollie makes a short, rough noise of assent, a promise that he backs up by wrapping his arms around her and oh jesus, that brings his stiffening cock in contact with Kate's. With -- with her *cock*. Grunting, Ollie pushes hard against her as he tightens his arms, grinding against her, wanting to hear her gasp as the other end of her dildo moves inside her. "I'll never fucking let you go, woman," he growls in her ear, following it up with a sharp bite.
And Kate does gasp, grit her teeth and remind herself to stay in control, which she's fucking failing at with each passing second. Even so, she grinds up against him in return, and when he bites her, the hand against his back moves all the way up into his hair, pulls his head back. "I'm okay with that," she replies, voice low, hoarse, before she bites his neck, right where it meets his shoulder, needing it to leave a fucking mark.
"nnngh--" Ollie tightens his fingers against Kate's sides as she bites deep, strong, sucking hard enough for it to hurt. He lifts her off the floor, until her toes dangle, and moves to slam her against the wall. That brings back a sudden, scorching memory of their first time -- her lace panties twisted in his fingers, her red dress, her bandaged ribs -- and goddamn, just like every time, he wants to fuck so deep into her that they're practically one person. "Kate," he pants, "I wanna fuck you, let me fuck you, let me do it, I can make it so good for you, baby, have you screaming--"
The pain is glorious and it's a damn delicious offer, and the same, like every single time, it makes her heart ache inside her, needing desperately to be as much a part of him as humanly possible, but-- "No, cielo," she growls, even as she's breathless. "Not this time. This time you're mine."
"Yours." He bangs hard against her again, watching as Kate's eyes go impossibly darker. "I'm always yours, honey. But we both know you're a a complete slut for my cock, and if I touch your pussy right now, you'll be dripping wet, wanting me inside you. And I want that too, Kate, why're you fighting it?"
Kate meets his eyes, and though she's blushing dark (because it's true), she doesn't look away. Instead, she sets her jaw. "If you don't want this, Ollie...you can tell me, and I'll stop," she says, voice cracking slightly. "But this time I'm calling the shots."
Ollie looks levelly back at her. "I'd tell you," he says. "And if you're calling the shots, Katie -- then call 'em." He doesn't move, just keeps her pinned, waiting.
Kate considers him for a second, then shifts her weight, ducking out from under him--it's easier said than done, but she can manage--and sending a foot into the back of one of his knees to make it give way, send him down onto the floor for her. "Maybe," she hisses, as she catches her breath, "if you'd give me two fucking seconds, I would, Oliver Queen."
She is fucking fast, and fucking *strong*, and why he's forgotten that from the last time they fought Ollie has no idea. "All's fair," he says, grinning and letting just the right amount of arrogance into the words. He slaps a hand against the wall to steady himself, shifting to stand back up, and adds, "Things move pretty fast with me, darling. Gotta keep up or give in -- and we know how much you love to give in."
He wanted to make her angry, and the way he says it gets her riled, like she's someone there just for him to fuck, use and reuse when he feels like it, and yeah, 90% of that is interpretation but she doesn't give a fuck. He knew what he was getting into, and she sends a knee into the small of his back before he can get to his feet again. "Oh, making me into the slut, Ollie? That's rich, considering the way you're going to take it. I have it on good authority that you beg so damn pretty for cock." This is of course bullshit, but saying it is entirely too fun.
Ollie can't tell if it's Kate's knee or her words that drive the breath out of him, but christ, it does the job, either way. "I'm not --" he starts, but he's muddled as fuck, all of a sudden. The feeling's not a familiar one and he can hear his own unsureness in how loud and aggressive his voice is as he tells Kate, "I might've made you into a slut, but you went right along with me, didn't you? Admit it, there's nothing you want more than to spread your legs for me any time I want some pussy."
Careless words, blurted out, but jesus christ he's on his own living room floor on his hands and knees, and the nervousness is warring with the arousal in a way that's throwing him completely off balance.
He's fighting her on it, and she's walking a seriously thin line here, that much is obvious from the way he's jabbing at her, trying to find anywhere that might stick, anywhere she might bleed. But Kate's beyond that now, and she knows that the vast majority of it is bullshit.
Leaning over him, she speaks in his ear, breath hot, skin almost as much so, the silicone of her cock cool against his thigh. "Look who's talking, sweetheart," she drawls. "Willing to dip your dick anytime you can have it. Isn't it time that turnabout is fair play, let me use that fine ass of yours?"
Having Kate so close changes the whole game, and Ollie finds himself dropping his head, pressing his nose against his strained bicep for comfort. Her cock is against him now, drawing along his leg as Kate says these sizzling-hot humiliating things to him, and Ollie closes his eyes and just listens to her.
"Do it to me," he says, before he can stop himself, before the words come out different and wrong and not what he actually, truly wants to happen to him right now. "Kate, fuck me, please. Do whatever you want."
Kate rewards him by gently running her hand through his hair, even as she eases the dildo out of her with the other hand--it's only so she can slick her fingers in her cunt, then ease the dry end of the cock inside her while she slips her hand between his legs. "Already planned on it, amado," she whispers, nipping his earlobe as she eases a finger inside him, and oh my god, he's hotter than she imagined, enough to make her dazed.
It's not as if Ollie's never done this, it's not as if it's new territory. Hell, he had his turns under Hal even back in the day when they didn't know a damn thing and it was only their hypercharged emotions and lust that overrode the pain. But it's not ... it's not usual for him, and Kate's finger pushing into him makes sweat start to bloom across his back and shoulders, down his nose, along his forehead. It's a conscious effort not to tense up.
Taking a shuddery breath, Ollie forces himself to relax, rubbing his nose against his arm. "Good," he mumbles. "S'good, Kate, you doing that."
Kate, feeling the way he's breathing, eases up on the bravado, drags her lips against his neck. He knows he can tell her to stop and she will, and so she's not going to play around without him being in a better place than this. "Tell me if you want more," she says softly, running her free hand down his back gently for a second before fumbling in the jeans left on the floor to add to the lube. She's not that cruel.
The timbre of Kate's voice is gentler, now, and Ollie wonders what the hell he must look like for her to be soothing him like he's a fractious horse. Taking a deep breath, he looks over at her slicking her fingers up. "Kate," Ollie says, waiting till she looks over at him. "Kate, I want more. I do. I want ... I need you to push me on this, honey, I can't get there by myself." He licks his lips, swallowing, gaze shifting to her hand. His cock twitches at the thought of two of her fingers inside him, three maybe, and he asks, "--would that be okay with you?"
Kate looks back at him, reads his face and understands, eyes darkening a little. "Yeah," she murmurs. After a second, she leans down, brushes a kiss against his jaw, and says, "You know how to stop me."
Before he can reply, she's slipped two fingers into him, meeting resistance and slowly working past it, slow but relentless anyway. "God, look at you," she hisses, biting her lip, switching the dildo around once more so the business end is slick with her, then adds a third. He can take it.
Once Kate's doing it again, knowing how self-conscious he's feeling but not stopping, Ollie finds it easier to relax, suck in his breath at the burn and stretch and then the fullness her fingers provide. "jesus," he breathes, the heat coming off of Kate adding to the debauched feel of this all. "Kate, your fingers, your hand, it's ... it's so much," he finishes, unable to come up with anything better.
But he pushes back against her, taking her fingers in, growling at the sensation. Words are deserting him, one by one.
He says *so* much, not *too* much, and so Kate doesn't hesitate, working her fingers, her hand, in and out of him. She thinks that she might get it now, a little, how men can barely seem to wait, need more, to sink themselves in, because she feels it now even if her cock's not quite her body.
Kissing the nape of his neck, she leans over him, adds lube to her cock once he's started taking three and making sounds she didn't think she could get out of him. Biting her lip, she eases out her hand, replaces it with her cock, entering slow with a shift of her hips. It's not the natural kind of movement she's used to, but it feels so good. "Got my come in you, sweetheart," she whispers, and it's so dirty that it makes her clench hard enough that the cock moves as well.
Kate pushing her cock into him is a big, bold shock of sensation, no matter how prepared Ollie had been for it to happen, and although his head swims him out of conscious thought for a moment he's vaguely aware of making a gutteral, choking sound, his fingers curling against the floor, and then he whoops in a long deep breath and comes back to himself.
"Kate," Ollie says, her name feeling like a lifeline against his tongue, as he bucks against her just the slightest bit when she slyly whispers to him, ah such fucking filthy words, his Kate. "Don't stop, please, honey, do it -- fuck me, don't be gentle. I want it to not be gentle. Please, god, just --"
He has to stop there, the naked desperation in his voice getting to be too much. This is one area of hypermasculinity he's always had some trouble with surrendering, and if he keeps talking he might revert to his usual ways. And that's not what he wants. "Make me take it," Ollie mutters, voice hardly more than a raw rasp. "I don't wanna be in control of this, Kate. You are."
She's tempted to be tender to him, the way he sounds and how he looks, but that's not what he wants...and deep down, it's not what she wants either. She slips her free hand up into his hair, strokes the back of his neck, then moves quickly into him with a thrust of her hips, in to the hilt, her clit rubbing hard against the firm ridges of the cock on her side, the movement inside her turning her on even more. "God damn, Ollie," she hisses, voice low. "Oh god, you feel so so good, just taking my cock, you should see it moving into you."
"Yeah, yeah, Kate, it's -- ah, god, it feels fucking -- it's perfect, you're perfect." Sweat's drip dripdripping from his nose as Ollie lets his head drop, readjusting his hands as Kate drives into him with intent, with firmness, god she must be loving this, right? She must be, she must, to be going at him like this, the slap of her thighs against his ass making everything familiar but topsy-turvy at the same time.
His cock bobs against his belly, and Ollie bears down on Kate's cock to make it hurt a little more, make his own breathing more ragged. Turns his nose against his arm again, bites down, everything is just fucking madness, right now, and as overwhelming as it is, he can't bring himself to want it to stop.
The heat and the scent of sex and sweat and the sound of them together have all gone to her head, make her hips stutter a little in the process of driving into him. She's already close, and then she shifts just a little inside him, and he gasps in a way she never thought he could--and that's what does it, her body jerking against him, cock shifting with each pulse inside of her.
But she doesn't stop moving, not entirely, and runs a kiss down his spine before she can even catch her breath, clean hand catching his cock. "Come undone for me, amado," she whispers, voice raw. "My Ollie, god, you set me on fire..."
The sound and feel of Kate coming is unmistakeable; Ollie's heard it, memorized it, dreamed about it too many times to miss when it happens. And then her cock's shuddering and shifting inside him and yanking those throaty, wanting, mindless noises out of him again.
Ollie almost sobs in relief when Kate reaches to grasp his cock, arching his back as her words sink in, in time with her pulse and his and the movements of her hand, and he's already so fucking overstimulated and on the edge that for a moment Ollie's terrified that he won't come, he can't, but--
Kate's lips brush against his back, and he gasps, gags, and howls as the orgasm takes him over, cock spurting and his ass clenching down around Kate's cock. One of Ollie's hands slips against the floor (his arms are shaking, what's that, even, this is not something that fucking happens to him ever) and he drops down onto one forearm, pressing his forehead against the back of his wrist.
"Kate," Ollie says, voice so shallow he doesn't even know if she can hear him. "I love you so much, honey, so fucking much."
"Cielo," Kate murmurs, and god, she wishes she could have fully felt him come around her, though she's thinking it might have killed her, what with the force of what they had just here, like this (god, it was almost like coming again, knowing he was doing it for her, only for her). Easing back so carefully, finally, and out of him, she wipes her hand off on a discarded shirt, then spreads her fingers wide, gentle, against his back. "I love you too," she says, and bites her lip, because seeing him like this is shattering her. "Fuck, please tell me you're okay."
It takes a bit before Kate's words sink in, because Ollie's still adjusting to the emptiness in his body after she moves so gently out of him. He draws in a breath when she spreads her hand on his back, startled, every inch of his skin feeling soaked and tender and full of nerve endings.
And then the worry in Kate's voice gets through, and Ollie takes a breath, gathering himself, and sinks down onto one hip so he can grab hold of Kate, pull her in close. She skids on the floor, he's yanked her off balance, but he wants her pressed against him right now more than anything.
"I'm okay," Ollie murmurs, curling around her as she curls automatically against him. Like shrimp, he thinks deliriously, then laughs against her hair before kissing all over her dear, hopeful face. "I'm perfectly okay, sweetheart, my Katie. You ... you were exactly what I wanted. You did exactly what I needed."
Kate groans, softly, then starts laughing herself, because that's where her brain is at right now, as she pulls him up so he's even closer than when they'd settled. "Thank fuck," she whispers, and the impact of what they'd done is somewhat sinking in, is a little too much to process yet into more than soft, sweet laughter and a dark blush against her skin. "You were beautiful. Fucking amazing."
"And I get the feeling we'll both need to talk about it some more once we have, y'know, brain function again." Ollie breathes in her scent, licking compulsively at Kate's shoulder. "But, yeah. Yeah, Kate. You're the only one who could take me there."
"I'd be more worried if we didn't talk about it," Kate notes, though her usual wry smile is muted by post-sex blissface. "Considering me and you. You know," she added, and kissed him once, firmly. "I'm not going to let go either."