This was not what she thought Clark's soul-searching would come to. She'd hoped he'd stop being such a mis-o-life, maybe. Another hope was that they could actually have some actual fun together when they went out to "have fun."
She'd never thought he'd pay three bucks a minute to have phone sex with her. She'd never thought he'd then come over to follow it up with the real thing.
But here she was, swirling her tongue around his head and thinking what the simple act of depriving him of her company had led to. Well, that and the fact that she was having imaginary sex with strangers. Maybe it was about time he saw her as a sexual being.
She closed her lips around him. Looking up at him now, his eyes squeezed shut as he muttered syllables that didn't quite make it to words, she wondered if he'd get squeamish later. Would he suddenly back-track and say it was a mistake? Would he avoid her later, uncomfortable with their newfound knowledge of each other's bodies?
Whatever happened later, this was on. She'd deal with it. She'd deal with him. And she would not let him forget this. Every time anything happened between them, it was swept away. Even he had to know that there was no hiding this. She knew. She knew this was bound to happen. Girls always realized what boys didn't. She wouldn't have kept fantasizing about him all this time if there was nothing to it? Chloe didn't waste time.
She still didn't know what this meant for them, but she was willing to go with it.
She let her lips glide up and down his length. She'd made him come with her words. It nearly blew her mind. She wanted him to come now. She increased suction, let her hand grasp the base, sliding along with her mouth.
"Oh, sweet Jesus... Chloe..."
She glanced up. He was watching her. His eyes intent and just a little... orange. She released him. "Close your eyes, Clark."
He did and she saw his head face upwards. "I almost..."
"But you didn't," she cut in. "You can control it, Clark. Just like everything else." She stood and placed his hand on her breast. "Do you crush me whenever you touch me, Clark?"
He opened his eyes, staring at his hand, at her breast. "No," he breathed.
"It's all in your mind." She stroked his hair and he looked up.
"Kiss me," he said softly.
She did, taking his lips softly. They were soft for a guy's. She supposed he didn't have to worry about things like chapping. But all thoughts of whether Kryptonians got wind burn left as she suddenly felt his hand between her legs and opened her mouth on a gasp. His tongue slipped inside, tangling with hers as his finger made circular motions over her clit. She could come again, but not this way. She wanted him inside her. She pushed him backwards, where her bed met the wall, still fusing her mouth with his.
She didn't pull away, not even when his hand left her clit to settle on her hip, squeezing, pulling. She was straddling him now and she could feel him, feel his cock just below her. She dragged herself along it, relishing his shudder beneath her. She opened her eyes and pulled back. "Now, Clark."
His brows drew together as he brought a hand to her face. "Are you sure?"
She smiled. "I've always been sure."
He smiled, too. "Yeah. That's you." He looked down, resting one hand on his own cock, the other still on her hip.
She rose up on her knees, feeling the tip of him at her entrance. He was still looking down, his mouth hanging open. "Look at me, Clark."
His eyes met hers and she brought herself down hard. Looking back, it was a mistake. He was large and it hurt, but the expression on his face... The awe and wonder there made it worth it.
"Chloe," he breathed. "You okay?"
She nodded, breathing deep. "Just been so long."
"You mean you've..."
"Just once."
His eyes suddenly narrowed. "Who?"
She couldn't believe it. He was inside her and he wanted to pick a fight because he wasn't the first one in. "You've had sex, too. Don't act all..."
"It's different," he pouted.
"How? Just because..." She suddenly shifted inside her and both of them moaned.
"Doesn't matter," he said quickly.
"No. Doesn't matter," she agreed, grasping his shoulders. He pulled her closer, higher. Her breasts were level with his lips and she waited for him to... "Unh!" He sucked hard and she rewarded him with a flick of her hips. He bit down slightly and she moved again.
Her experience was limited, but her imagination never was. She knew what to do. She rolled her hips forward and he released her breast on a gasp. She lifted up and dropped down. She'd adjusted to his size. Now the pain was tinged with pleasure, pleasure that grew with every lift and thrust down.
She swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes shut. It was happening. After seven years of friendship and longing, she and Clark Kent were having sex in her dorm, across from Lana's bed on the opposite wall. There was a spiteful piece of her that relished that part of it. She'd hated that Lana was dating Lex when she knew it would hurt Clark most of all. She'd hated that Clark had continued to pine for a girl that would do that, however Lana justified it.
She suddenly grasped his face in her hands. "Look at me."
He opened his eyes. His pupils were dark, dilated, as if he was high. She held his dark gaze. She wanted to make sure he knew who was fucking him. His best friend, his number one supporter, the one he'd tossed aside so often she wondered it hadn't left a mark.
But she wouldn't waste time with anger and recriminations now. "Talk to me," she panted.
"Chloe... so fucking... tight. God! Chloe," he grunted out through clenched teeth. He rotated his hips into hers, forcing a soft grunt from her mouth. He did it again... a few more times and she cried out. It was all too much. That fullness and the heavy languor that stole over her body as her thighs weakened. She'd never been on top. It was work. She gritted her teeth and twisted her hips.
"Clark..."
"Yeah?" he panted.
"I want you to..."
"Anything, Chloe... What?"
"Mmmph. Take over. I can't..." Her legs were shaking, her strength giving out. She didn't need to explain further. He suddenly scooted forward, holding her at the waist. He stayed inside her as he stood. Her head spun as he turned around, placing them lengthwise on the bed. She knew he'd save her. He had enough strength for both of them. Perhaps this could go on for hours. The thought made her tighten around him.
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Clark cried out thrust himself deeper. He hadn't had a plan for this. It would have been enough if she'd just forgiven him. He'd never dreamed it could go this far. It was good, too good. But he still didn't know what to do. He didn't stop to think whether he ought to make it slow and languorous or go for broke. But as she squeezed him from the inside again, he figured it was good that he didn't have a plan. Adrenaline took over and he had no choice but to start shoving into her, hard.
She moaned and squeezed his bicep.
He felt strangely rushed, as if he was late for something, as if his mother could walk in... or Lana. And would he have be able to stop, even if Lana Lang came in right this second and offered him all he thought he'd wanted... if he could just stop?
"No," he gasped as he kept slamming into her.
"What?" Her eyes were closed and she tilted her hips against his, meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own,
"I won't stop," he panted as he drove into slickness so tight and so sweet that he could hardly stand it. "Never... Chloe... So fucking..." he growled, the words coming out in jerks. "God, you feel good."
And she was whimpering, squeezing his cock and reducing him to incoherence. Her soft little noises were like Kryptonite to his brain.
He pounded into her as her hands clawed at his back. He suddenly realized how crazy it was. He was fucking his best friend, his best ally, nailing her on her bed surrounded by news clippings and the smell of her... It was mad and surreal and so good his entire body was humming. It could be over in seconds.
But not until she came for him again.
"Come for me, Chloe... Want to see... So beautiful."
She opened her eyes as he swiveled his hips. Her eyes bore into his as her parted lips emitted high gasps and then, mercifully, she gave a hoarse cry and her back arched and that wild convulsive feeling exploded around him. The knowledge that he did it again, made her quiver around him worked like a shot of pure hormonal insanity. Just a few more thrusts, just a few seconds later, and he was gushing into her, shaking, moaning.
He collapsed against her, dead weight, dizzy, nearly drooling on her breast.
He swallowed. It was the only considerate act he had energy for. Maybe he should take his weight off her, but he had no strength. It was almost funny that he, of all people, had no strength.
"You've killed me," he panted.
She laughed softly. "It was mutual."
"I can't believe it," he panted.
"I know."
"We had sex."
"I know," she repeated.
"And you're okay." He found a sudden burst of energy and lifted his head. "I mean, I didn't..." He trailed off, staring into her smiling eyes.
"I know," she said on a laugh.
He felt her hand on his cheek and leaned into it, letting out a long breath. "I wanna do it again."
She laughed again. "Give me a minute."
He laughed too, suddenly giddy with it. They had sex!!! "This is so cool."
She stretched underneath him. "Yeah," she sighed. "I'm glad you're not getting weird on me."
"Why should I..." He stilled and stared at her. They had sex... "get weird," he finished lamely. He suddenly pulled away, wincing as he slipped out of her.
She hissed in a breath. "Clark, don't."
He knelt between her spread legs. "Don't what?" he asked quickly.
"Don't start regretting things." She leaned up on her elbows. "I mean, it was..."
"Great," he said, his voice sounding unnaturally high. He cleared his throat and scooted backwards. "It was great. I just... need to take a shower. Maybe I'll..."
"Don't... you... dare," she said, each word coming out slow and deep.
He stood and backed away. "I'm not doing anything. Just gonna get a shower." He picked up his mildly ripped jeans from the tangle of clothes on the floor.
She lifted her chin. "Then do it here," she said, folding her arms. She was still naked and the movement pressed her breasts together, one nipple hidden, one poking out.
He stared, transfixed. "Huh?"
He jolted when she took his jeans and threw them over her shoulder. "I have a shower, Clark. If you want a shower, take it here."
"Great," he said, wincing when his voice came out in a girlish pitch again. He lowered it. "Good. I'll just..." He gestured to the brown door.
She put her hands on her hips and stared at him, smiling. "You do that." Couldn't she just let him go home so he could freak out in private?
And why did she have to be so naked?
"Okay," he breathed, going for the door. He missed the knob and nearly fell into it. He finally opened it. "I'll be in here," he said to a spot above her head.
"Uh-huh. Don't forget to lock the other door."
He shut himself in and leaned against the door. He wasn't sure what he was feeling right now. There was that elation, then there was this... panic. He saw another door across from him. He strode over to lock it and reached into the shower.
He stood under the spray in the small stand-up shower, watched the steam rise around him. This is bad... isn't it? It doesn't feel bad... It didn't feel anything near bad at the time, but now... What if she started being weird with him? What if she started wanting it all the time? He wasn't sure if that was a problem. The thought of her breasts and hips made him... But that was bad. What if she wanted it on days when he was weak and wasn't sure if he could control his power? Lana had. When he'd got his powers back, she was so... insecure. She needed reassurance when he pulled away and looked so hurt and angry. It hadn't meant he didn't want her. I just meant he was scared. He was scared now.
He was even more scared when the shower door opened. "Aaah!"
"Shh! I share this shower with other people, you know," Chloe hissed. She stepped in and suddenly jumped back. "Ow!"
"What?"
She rolled her eyes and turned the large knob. "Not everyone can handle it hotter than hell, Clark." She held her arm and stepped in again, closing the door behind her.
He pulled her hand away from her arm and stared at it. "You okay?" Her arm was a little red.
"I'm fine. It's just..." She trailed, off staring down at him, then up at his face. "A little red."
The rest of her was becoming a little red, too. And wet. Naked and wet. He wasn't sure who moved first, but they were suddenly kissing. The water poured over them, between their lips and he tasted it as he tasted her, backing her up to the tiled wall.
"Mmmph..." Hands pushed at him. Contact was breaking. That couldn't happen. He leaned in again, his eyes still closed. "No," she gasped.
He opened his eyes, seeing her though the spray as she stared up at him. She looked nervous. "Chloe?"
"I want to talk before we get," she looked down, "distracted."
He let out a breath and nodded, trying to concentrate.
"Clark, what was that in there?"
"What?"
"You freaking out." She shook her head. "I mean, you were about to just leave me."
"No. Not leave you. I..." He shut his eyes. She was right. It was exactly what he was about to do. "I guess I just panicked."
"Why? Just because we had sex doesn't mean... I'm going to... I don't know - force a ring on your finger."
He hadn't even thought of that - as if he needed more things to freak out over. "It's not that. It's just..." He sighed and leaned against the opposite wall. "After I got my powers back and I was scared to... you know... Well, Lana was kind of... upset about it and I was thinking that you..."
"I know your secret, Clark," she said, folding her arms and leaning against the other wall. He stared at her through the spray.
"But what if there are times when I'm tired and I feel afraid to... you know..."
"Again, Clark. I know your secret. I'd think you'd give me a little credit. Haven't I always been understanding?"
He found his lips quirking a bit. "Yeah. You have."
"Why would I be any different now?" She smiled. "I'm not Lana, Clark. I never had her reactions to life's events or to you." She looked down at the drain. "Well, some of them maybe... to you." She shrugged and looked up again. "I never pushed you to tell me things you weren't ready to. And, if there ever are or will be things you're not ready to tell me... Well, I'll deal. I'll accept you. I always have."
He tilted his head around the spray and looked into her eyes. "You always have," he repeated, suddenly realizing it, suddenly seeing her with new eyes. She'd known his secret for months before he'd known she had. And she hadn't pushed him or blamed him. There was almost nothing she wouldn't do for him. Hadn't she said that so many times in so many ways?
"I always will," she said, her eyes warm. She stepped forward through the spray. It washed over, then revealed her again. He looked down at her hands as they slid up his chest. "Could you do me a favor?"
He nodded, not caring what it was. He hoped it was sexual, though. His mind was definitely traveling in that direction.
"If you ever want to assume I'll do or be something to you, just talk to me about it. You know I'll tell you the truth." She nuzzled his wet neck. "The truth is one of my two favorite things."
"What's the other?" he rasped, closing his eyes. His hands drifted up to her shoulders.
"Mmm." She licked his neck and he let out a shaky moan. "I just discovered it." She giggled against his neck suddenly. "White hot sex with a man from outer space." Her shoulders shook beneath him.
He opened his eyes and stared down at her. "That's not funny."
She laughed harder and pinched his nipple. "It kind of is. It's so Weekly World News. Alien mates with reporter: Autobiographical exclusive with the..."
"Oh my God!" He squeezed his eyes shut.
"What?" Her voice lost its playful tone.
"We didn't use anything."
"Is that all?"
He opened his eyes. "That's a pretty big..."
"I'm on the pill, Clark. Even if you're a male who thinks with his," she looked down, "appendage, I'm a girl. I would have stopped you if there was any reason to." She smiled up at him and he smiled back, finally.
"Okay. Good."
She giggled. "You were totally wigging about our human-alien hybrid baby."
He squeezed her arms. "Stop laughing at me."
"Or what?" She smiled. "Will you invade my planet?"
"I'm warning you..."
"Will you breach my puny defenses with your powerful space gun?"
He backed her up and held her against the wall, lifting her slightly. "Done joking?"
"Definitely." She smirked. "Please have mercy on my people, Space Man. Our forces are weak and your alien technology frightens... Mmph!" He shut her up the best way he could.
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