Human Shield

Untitled Part 13

Felicity wanted to go to him. She wanted to comfort him, but something told her to let him have his moment. So, she waited. Oliver finally turned to her and his eyes were tormented the anger still lurking below the surface. "Do you understand now? Do you get now why you can't stay here?"

"No, I don't Oliver. I'm not Shado!", she said.

"She died Felicity! Because of me she died!", he said, his voice and his anger rising.

Felicity stood her ground. "Her death was NOT your fault Oliver, and I am NOT her!!", she said, trying to get through to him.

"I know your not her!!", he said. "I didn't have half the feelings for her that I have for you!!", he said, his anger reaching it's peak.

Felicity looked at him in surprise.

"Goddamit Felicity why are you being so stubborn!?", he asked, gripping her arms. She felt the bite of his fingers but did not flinch. She knew he was fighting for control. All of his emotions were spilling over. The anger, guilt, betrayal, desperation. All of it. Before she could respond, he was kissing her. This was the Oliver who had to have control. Who was hating himself for being with her. For wanting her. And blaming himself for Shado. His kiss was desperate, hungry, intense and hard. And Felicity took it all in and gave it back. This was what he needed, and she would give it to him. She would give in to him. He had carried all of the emotions for so long he needed to release them.

He turned her suddenly to where her back was against the glass and he plundered her mouth. His tongue invaded, taking her mouth with unrelenting urgency. He kept her hands to her side as she tried to reach up, holding them tight in his hands.

"Why is it that I just had you this morning, and I am already wanting you again?", he growled against her mouth, pressing his hips against her. She felt him hard against her sex and it made her want him more. Oliver released her hands to pull her shirt over her head, and then immediately unhooked her bra, throwing both to the floor. His kisses slid down her neck and across her chest, and Felicity's hands went into his hair, gripping tightly. Oliver removed her hands and turned her quickly toward the glass.

"Hands on the glass.", he said. Felicity leaned against the glass wall, bracing her hands against it. Her breathing was harsh and ragged, as her body responded to the command in his voice. He was needing control, and she would gladly let him take it.

Oliver reached around and undid her pants button, pulling the zipper down. He pushed her pants and her panties down her legs, and Felicity stepped out of them, completely naked to his gaze her body pressed to the window. It was carnal and sexy and her heart was racing. Oliver's hands ran back up the outside of her legs, over her waist and up to cup her breasts. He squeezed and then suddenly tweaked her nipples.

"Fuck!", she said. She felt that between her legs.

She could feel him pressing against her ass, and her body involuntarily arched back. Oliver traced a hand down the curve of her back and over her ass.

"You have such a beautiful ass.", he said, as his other hand moved her hair, and he kissed and sucked along her neck. Felicity moaned, and moved her hand off the glass, to reach back and touch him, but he grabbed it and placed it back on the glass.

"Nu uh, hands stay on the glass." Oliver reached down and undid his pants, and unzipped them, then pushing down his boxers, he released his cock and pressed it against her ass. Oliver took a step back and pulled her hips back, pressing on her lower back until her ass was arched in the air. Felicity wiggled her hips, but his hands gripped her and held her still.

"No moving just yet Miss Smoak.", he said. Felicity whimpered. She needed him so bad and she needed him now. Her body was so wet and ready that she thought she would fall to the floor. Oliver widened her feet, and then slid a hand between her legs. Felicity whimpered as he slid his finger along her slit.