The message was clear. The girl-- the young woman-- laying underneath him was warm, wet and ready for him. More than ready, from what Oliver could tell, in fact. She wanted him, and badly. And when that thought solidified, he realized that he wanted Thea just as much.

There wasn't another moment's hesitation before he shifted his weight, reaching down to grasp his length and angle himself at her, pressing his tip against the tight entrance of her. Pressing forward gently, Oliver groaned as he felt himself begin to slide inside.