Chlark Fanfic: Undercover Lover, Chapter 2
Title: Undercover Lover
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionist!fic
Timeline: Season 7; after Persona
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark & Chloe get intimate. But it’s all for the story. Really. :-)
Feedback: …always welcome. :)
Banner by purple_moon123
Runner by go_clo
Read previous chapter here.
Chapter 2
Clark was still lost in lustful thought when Chloe returned from the bathroom.
“I’ve just informed my source of our findings under the guise of powdering my nose,” she said breezily as she sat down beside him. “They’ll wait for a second update before they make their move. Any change?”
He blinked stupidly. “Huh?”
She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Were you even listening? I said, I’ve spoken to my contact at Met PD, he’s issuing the warrant as we speak…and has anyone gone into or come out of that room since I left?”
“Oh. Um…” he thought hard, but his attention had been on the stiffness in his lap, not the contents of a locked room. “I’m sorry, I…I don’t know.”
Her jaw dropped. “You don’t know?” she echoed, and he shrugged apologetically.
“Great,” she grumbled. “What did you do the whole time I was gone?”
Not what he’d wanted to do, that much was sure. His cock was still twitching, so much so that he was grateful for the cover of darkness.
“Well?” she pressed, impatiently tapping her foot.
“My mind was otherwise occupied,” he replied lamely.
“On what?” she queried. “You’re not still upset that I felt you up, are you?”
She had no idea. “Chloe-”
“…I mean, I know you’re not into me, but you don’t need to act like I just molested you!”
He gasped. “Chloe-”
“And you know we’re trying to maintain an appearance of-”
“Can I take your order?” a young waitress piped up beside her, and Chloe jumped and quickly recovered her composure with a bright smile.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll have a strawberry daiquiri, and Big Boy here…” she dropped a hand on his thigh and squeezed, “…will have a light beer, no glass.”
The waitress pencilled their requests onto her pad and left, casting them a curious glance before heading away. As soon as she was out of earshot, Chloe leaned forward with a harsh look on her face.
“You see? You’ve tipped them off!”
He blinked in surprise. “I’ve done what?”
“Your lack of response when I was touching you,” she explained crossly. “Clearly they’ve noticed that we’re not a couple, and they’re tracking us!”
“Don’t be silly, of course they’re not tracking us!”
“Wanna bet?” she challenged. “That spotlight wasn’t on us before, now it’s trained squarely in this direction!”
“It’s a nightclub, Chloe, there are spotlights all over the place!” he argued.
“I’m just concerned with the big, fat, red one pointing directly at us, thank you very much,” she seethed, and sighed. “Damn it, weeks of planning just wasted. All you had to do was look convincing for ten lousy minutes-”
She got no further. In one sudden move Clark lifted her off the couch and onto his lap. The bare backs of her thighs settled on his firm ones, and the skirt of her dress had risen so high on her hips that all he had to do was glance down to see what colour underwear she had on.
Which he promptly did.
Black. Her panties were black. It was a good sign, he thought with a sly smile. Yes, he was a simple farmboy, but even he knew what they said about women who wore black underwear.
“You were saying?” he murmured, his voice low and seductive.
***
Whoa.
She had not been expecting this; not from Clark, of all people. Did he just glance at her crotch?
“I…” she swallowed. “Clark…I, um-you…you’re-”
“One strawberry daiquiri, one Coors with no glass,” the waitress trilled as she returned and placed their tray on the table. Clark rested his hands on her waist and flashed the waitress a bright smile as she retreated. As soon as she was gone, his hands slid down Chloe’s waist to cup her bottom. Gently he squeezed the pliant flesh before grabbing a cheek in each hand and pulling her forward, so that his groin was pressed right up against her intimate heat.
And oh, God. The breath left her lungs in a whoosh, because she could feel the thick ridge of Clark’s erection right up against her core, branding her with its steely heat.
“Convincing enough for you?” he murmured silkily as he slowly ground their pelvises together, causing a rush of warmth between her legs. Sweet Lord, was Clark seducing her?
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the blinking light of the security camera; feel the warmth of the crimson spotlight on the back of her neck. She thought perhaps Clark was showing a little too much enthusiasm for establishing their cover, but for the life of her, she couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop.
He kissed her neck, and the tip of his tongue tracing light patterns on the sensitive skin. One hand slipped between her thighs and he stroked the front of her damp panties with the pad of his thumb. Even through the fabric of her underwear, the gentle pressure of his thumb on her clit sent a tingling thrill of arousal pulsing through her.
“Clark…?” she managed to croak in a feeble whisper. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“What do you think?” His fingers delved beneath the elastic edge and slipped between her warm, moist folds, and her eyes widened in equal amounts of shock and pleasure as his thick fingers slid deep inside her most intimate place. He stared straight at her, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched her reaction to his every move.
“Oh God,” she moaned, swaying weakly towards him.
He chuckled and kissed her neck again, and slowly began moving his fingers in and out of her. His lips moved lower and lower until his mouth settled over her rapidly beating heart. With great economy of movement he nudged the fabric of her dress slightly to the left and claimed her nipple with his mouth.
Chloe cried out as he sucked on the taut flesh, his mouth tugging at her nipple insistently. Her heart thundered erratically as the pressure of his mouth on her breast triggered a tight curl of arousal deep in the pit of her belly. His fingers thrust harder; she felt his thumb press and circle her swollen nub, and the pleasure started to spiral out of control.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. They were in a public place; people were walking past, a sweeping red spotlight passed over them periodically and the incessant blinking of the security camera should have all computed into one simple command: telling Clark to stop.
But it didn’t; rather than deter or distract her, the presence of strangers casually strolling by whilst Clark sank his fingers deep inside her, rubbed her clit and sucked on her breast inflamed her arousal and turned her on to breaking point. The pressure in her belly built and bubbled swiftly to the surface, and she realised with shock and a hint of shame that she was about to have the strongest, hardest, most intense orgasm of her life.
And it was all being caught on camera.
The pleasure shattered within her and she buried her face in the crook of Clark’s neck to muffle her screams. She sank her teeth into his shoulder and shuddered uncontrollably as a fierce orgasm barrelled through her, a muffled cry escaping her mouth as pleasure crashed through her over and over again.
Eventually the waves subsided, and as calm set in she could feel his hands smoothing her hair and holding her close.
The euphoria passed quickly. All of a sudden Chloe realised where she was, what she had done…and who she had done it with. Slowly she lifted her head and stared at him in horror.
She’d just had an orgasm in public at the hands - literally - of her best friend.
Who just happened to be dating her other best friend.
Oh, shit.
Clark, though, was apparently very slow to come to this realisation. He brushed a thumb across her cheek and fixed her with an intense gaze.
“You okay?” he whispered.
Was she okay? She blinked at him wildly. Was he nuts?!?
Quickly she scrambled off his lap, and he stared at her in surprise.
“Chloe?”
She didn’t answer. With shaky hands she smoothed down her dress, grabbed her purse, and fled the establishment like a woman possessed.
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Chapter 3…