Chapter 19
She pushed him gently back and rose up, moving to kneel in front of him as he knelt in front of her. "There's no necklace." She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. "No ring." She leaned up and pulled his shirt off, too. "No lies." She smiled and kissed his chin. "Just us."
"Just us," he repeated, bringing his hands to her bare waist.
He kissed the top of her lowered head as she worked at the button on his jeans. It had always been just them, but she was right. This time there were no lies, no persona he put on to slake lust and resentment. And he had resented her for as long as he could remember. She poked and prodded at the truth. She wanted to save everyone and she expected him to want the same.
"Pushy," he muttered as she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards. But he let her.
She grinned and crawled up his body. He let out a shaky breath as she kissed his nipple and took it into her mouth. He'd resented this, too. The fact that she let him in all the time no matter what he did to her. He alternately rejected her and used her and she'd kept standing by him- both of him. And, as her lips moved down his stomach and her hands pulled his pants down his legs, he was glad she had.
He closed his eyes again as she pulled him out of his boxers. And he saw himself grabbing her roughly in an alleyway, he saw himself kissing her cheek in a football field, and he saw the sadness in her eyes both times. "No."
"What's wrong?" He sat up and took her face in his hands. He wished he didn't have the barrier of the sunglasses, so he'd see the green of her eyes that much clearer in the dim light of the shack. But he saw that they were wide, confused, and... apprehensive. Who could blame her? He'd rejected and used and tossed her away enough times for her to doubt him. He leaned forward and took her lips, moving his hands to her shoulders as he rose up and lowered her down.
"Need to take care of you." He finished what he'd started, reaching his hands under her to unhook her bra. He was gentle with her underwear, recalling many times he hadn't been. This time was all about her. He moved down to settle between her legs. She deserved to be pleased and worshiped and whatever else he could give her.
He looked up past her writhing stomach and between the valley of her breasts. She was thinner now and it reminded him of what she'd been through. He almost wished he could stop and feed her. But now was not the time to restore Chloe to the lush curves and dimpled cheeks of only months ago. He needed to make her happy again. It was stupid to even think he could when he was always the prime source of her misery.
"Clark," she whispered. "Please..." She raised her head and he looked into her eyes. She shouldn't have to ask. Chloe should never have to ask.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes, finding his way easily over her hair and to the top of her moist lips. He let his tongue glance over them and relished the shiver that moved through her body. At the first touch of his tongue against her clit, she bucked up, nearly knocking the glasses askew. He adjusted them quickly. He didn't want that them off. He wanted to see skin, however shadowed.
He closed his mouth over her clit, holding her hips down with one hand as he suckled her. Chloe's the only one he'd ever given this kind of kiss. His limited experience with Lana was mostly forgotten by now. He could hardly realize he was doing anything with her at the time, he'd been so nervous and worshipful and disbelieving. With Chloe, he'd never had that fear and disbelief. He knew she'd let him. He'd always known and he'd used that knowledge to his advantage.
He'd make it all up to her. He'd use his knowledge of her body to make her come so hard, she could forget Luthor and Ruby Ridge and her father's death.
He could. He knew her body as she knew his. They'd spent years learning every touch, every lick, every move that could make the other convulse, succumb, surrender.
These words flew through his mind as he licked and sucked and nuzzled. And she writhed and pulsed and thrashed. Words like slick, suckle, bite, push, wrestle, knead, need, nibble, peach, lush, plush, flesh, succulent, swell, lithe... All so sexual, all so apt to them and their history of control and surrender. He felt himself harden, almost painfully, against the floor at these words. But he ignored it. It was for her- all for her.
His tongue sped up and he heard a thud. He let his eyes roam to the side. A bucket fell from the metal shelf. She was grasping at the base and the whole thing might topple on them. The idea wasn't enough to make him stop, however. One arm shot out to hold it still as he sped even more. Her legs were thrashing against his side, feet sliding against his hips. She was so close. He tightened his lips on her clit and drew his tongue back, allowing his teeth to gently nip at her.
That was all it took. She lost it, her back arching off the floor as her hand finally left the shelf to move where it belonged- in his hair, pulling and grabbing. He slowed his lips and teeth and tongue, but didn't stop, not even when her hand fell away and she went limp beneath him.
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Chloe had only once blacked out after an orgasm. It had been in her kitchen with Kal... no. Clark. Now he'd done it again, this time in a filthy shed. When she became aware again, it was of his mouth still working at her. Aftershocks and ripples spread from the spot his tongue was now laving.
He might go on forever until she was raw and numb and she didn't want that. She wanted to feel him inside her now, while she could still feel anything. "Clark."
He fairly purred against her, but didn't stop.
"Clark, come inside me."
His head raised and the sunglasses reflected her eyes, but his mouth stayed where it was.
"Clark, stop."
That worked and he lifted his head, licking his lips. It made her insides squirm.
"I want you inside me now."
He smiled and leaned his head down again. "Wait."
"No, Clark." She stared hard into her own reflection. "They're probably looking for us and we don't have any more time." She licked her own lips and noted the muscle that worked in his jaw. "Just fuck me."
In front of her eyes, his civilized exterior fell away and a large, dark beast crawled over her. She nearly struggled away, only to have him snag and pin her beneath him with his weight.
She'd done this. She knew what buttons to push, what words to use. Clark wanted to be gentle and sweet. Kal wanted to grab and take and squeeze. But Clark was Kal and Kal was Clark and they were one now.
Now she returned his stare, hot on her through the glasses. Her heart started thumping loud and strong, like a primitive drum, urging her onward. He grunted with satisfaction when she opened her legs wider. His fingers settled between her folds, touching, stroking, probing, stretching aching flesh. His mouth descended with his body, tongue licking at her lips, forcing his way in.
His hips follow his mouth's example, and she could feel him nudging at her opening. Whimpering, she pushed back. She was too excited, too overwrought. And he only managed halfway in before he settled into a thrusting rhythm. It wasn't enough for her. Her body was clamoring for all of him. She could feel her internal muscles contracting already in anticipation of all of him.
He was holding himself up with both arms, so she raised her hips for the best possible angle for deeper entry, snaking her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist and tightening them, pulling him the rest of the way in.
He gasped, a little high-pitched and nearly ridiculous. She wanted to hear it again, so she tightened her muscles around his cock and he did it again.
"Chloe. God." The way he said it, it sounded reverent, like the two names were synonymous. He whispered again. "Chloe."
His strong thrusts pushed her forward and she put her hand back, feeling the wall on her palm. She stiffened her arm as her eyes rolled back in her head. "Clark. Jesus." Now she was doing it, equating him with the divine. Their mutual blasphemy aside, it was just too good to think anymore.
The thick base of his cock was rubbing against her labia, his pelvic bone lightly stroking her clit with each thrust and his taut balls were thumping against her cheeks. She was dripping sweat and shivering with cold at the same time. He was slick with it, too, and his arms shook as they bore his weight. "Faster," she moaned, squeezing him inside her as incentive.
He grunted and began swiveling his hips, giving her more of a screw than a thrust. She voiced her approval without consent from her mind, letting loose a string of obscenities that would surely send her straight to hell after Clark finished giving her this dirty piece of heaven.
She lost all control of her limbs. She didn't care what they were up to. All thought and feeling was centered around his cock as it drove hard and fast. She dimly heard a long howl and wondered what beast would make such a sound. She realized it was her own voice, not that she cared. All she cared about was the clenching inside her and around him as she came back to reality and felt him release himself against her womb.
He rumbled deep in his throat as he bucked against her, nearly roaring in her ear as his arms gave out and he collapsed with what she thought was a cute, little whimper.
She didn't want to move. He was crushing her, but he could just continue to do that forever. She could feel his heart still racing against her chest and she moved her boneless arms inward, cradling his head. She lifted it, opening her eyes to his slack mouth, his crooked sunglasses. She let one finger adjust them. "Are you okay?"
"I'm great," he mumbled. "Everything's great. Go to sleep."
She giggled as his head dropped to her chest and he burrowed between her breasts, sighing. "We can't sleep."
"Hmmm... Just for a minute." It was tempting. She'd now been up for thirty-two hours and God knew she wanted to stay warm beneath him and let her body rest.
"No. Get off me, you lump." She pushed at him and he whined as he slipped out of her and fell back on his butt.
His head fell back against the door. "Can't move."
"Try. We have work now." She got up and felt a sudden burst of energy at the thought of what was waiting for them downstairs. Victor would have a plan by now. And they had Clark. His abilities added to what they had actually made them twice as strong. The lead in the glasses would stop his X-ray vision and she wouldn't put him through the agony of taking them off, but still... They had him. They could do this. They could win this.
She heard him groan, still sprawled against the door. "Come on. Get your clothes on."
"I don't want my clothes on." She didn't miss the small smile, but she didn't answer it, just tossed him his boxers. They landed on his head.
"Get up, Big Boy. We have a room full of people who probably know exactly what we've been doing."
He got up, grinning stupidly, and stepped into his boxers. "Good. I hope Bart knows."
She shook her head as she zipped her jeans up. "That's not very nice."
He shrugged and pulled on his own jeans. "Guy won't stop coming on to you."
She hooked her bra and leaned down to retrieve his shirt. "It's sweet. At least he gives me compliments." She hit him with his shirt.
"I give you compliments." He pulled it on, his lips slightly pouty.
She laughed and pulled her own shirt over her head. "Yeah. You call me pushy and difficult and stubborn. I swoon for that."
He hooked his finger in her belt loop and pulled. "You should. It's a compliment."
She let him lean down and peck her mouth. "Really?" His lips wandered to her cheek. "It feels a little more like an insult."
"You just can't understand the complicated workings of the Kryptonian mind." Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips found her ear.
"Mmmm... No. Okay. Stop." She pulled away and grabbed her coat from halfway under the drop cloth. "We need to go now. It's probably almost two and Victor will have smoke coming out of his..."
"Got it." He opened the door and looked down at the broken padlock. "Look what you made me do."
She pushed him out and closed the door. "Oh, blame the woman. Is that another deep Kryptonian process?"
He didn't answer, just pulled her close with both hands around her waist. She felt them rise up. She could really get used to this.
Instead of going back to the window, he moved around to the front of the building. She screamed as he dropped them down quick, then stopped, hovering just an inch above the ground. He set them down and she slapped his arm. "Warn me first. I thought you were actually falling."
He smiled and pulled her to the front door. "Don't you trust me?"
"I'm trying to decide," she said warily. They stepped in and she welcomed the warmth of the antler-filled lobby.
"Whoa, hey!" They both froze and spun to the left. The desk clerk was grinning at them. "You were out there without a coat, Buddy? You must be part polar bear, eh?" He laughed uproariously at his own joke.
Chloe faked a laugh and pushed Clark toward the stairs. "Something like that." She leaned to him as they walked up. "I just realized that all these years you've been wearing coats and jackets when you never had to. You could have walked around shirtless."
"It would have looked pretty stupid."
She glanced at his chest. "Stupid might not be the word."
They were holding hands when they opened the door to Victor's room. "Oh, you've decided to join us?" Victor near-snarled.
"Oh, don't blow a gasket," Lois snarked from the loveseat. "They needed to catch up."
Bart let out a high-pitched snicker. "If by catch up, you mean..."
"Dude," A.C. snapped. "On more sex joke and I'll tell Lois what you said about her..."
"Okay," Bart yelled, putting his hands in front of him.
Lois sat up straighter. "No, Bart," she said silkily. "I really want to hear it."
"Trust me," A.C. said quickly. "You don't."
"Enough!" Victor paced to a dry erase board on the wall near the bathroom. "The time for fooling around is over." He turned to Lucy. "Could you get your father?"
She stood and stared him down. "That depends... Can I untie him?"
"No," Lois said, standing up.
Victor overrode her. "Yes." He turned to Lois. "I think you should trust my judgment."
Lois looked upset, but sat at Oliver's side. "Okay."
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