Chlark Fanfic: Undercover Lover, Chapter 4
Title: Undercover Lover
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Graphic sex; no minors, please
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. :)
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Chapter 4
The desire and wicked intent in Clark’s eyes made her heart pound furiously. Chloe held her breath in anticipation as Clark’s head disappeared between her thighs, and her fingers clenched into tight fists at her sides.
“If you don’t want this, Chloe, all you have say is ‘no’,” he murmured softly.
Not a chance, she thought inwardly. Not when she could feel his breath on her aching flesh, all warm and soft and tickly as it drifted through the downy hairs covering her sex. The smoothness of the sides of his jaw brushed her inner thighs, and any second now…
She inhaled deeply and held her breath in anticipation. Any second now, his tongue would be inside her.
No; she had no intention of stopping him. Despite her earlier reticence, this was one fantasy she’d played out in her head a million times, and she was desperate for it to become a reality.
The tip of his tongue touched her tingling, ready flesh briefly, and she choked back a frantic sob, wanting more. But he wasn’t going to be rushed. His tongue snaked out again and flicked her clitoris lightly, and she moaned in frustration at the pleasures he was promising yet withholding from her.
“Please, Clark,” she begged, completely without shame. If she had to plead for the pleasure of his mouth on her, she would.
“Still a fluke?” he murmured, his breath warm between her legs.
Chloe bit her lip as his mouth descended on her again. This time, he drew his tongue slowly all the way up her slit, lingering briefly on the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex.
She wailed and bucked her hips as a jolt of electricity raced along her nerves. She’d dreamed of this for years, but not once had she even imagined it would be this good, this…electric.
He licked her again, his tongue sinking deeper between her wet folds and sweeping upwards, tasting her essence. She heard him groan and his fingers tightened on her hips, squeezing her ass hard.
“God, Chloe you taste like sex,” he said raggedly. “Pure, raw sex.”
Why was he talking? She thought wildly. Yes, his words were turning her on, but she could think of better ways to engage that talented tongue.
So could he, apparently. He flicked his tongue lightly on her most sensitive spot, and Chloe shuddered in pleasure and moaned in desperation.
“Clark, please…I’m begging you,” she sobbed. To hell with it. She needed more. After years of sexual drought, and a very unsatisfying sexual relationship with her on-again/off-again boyfriend, she was wound tighter than a bowstring. The heights of desire in her were more than she could bear, and she honestly believed that if Clark didn’t give her what she needed right then and there, she would die in a state of frustrated arousal.
But it seemed he was finally done teasing. He stroked her entrance with his tongue then slowly eased inside. His head bobbed gently as he probed her with small, shallow thrusts before pressing forward and sinking it deep inside her wet warmth.
“Oh, my God!” she cried. Her back arched and her body went into sensory overload because Clark Kent was fucking her with his mouth, and it was all she’d ever imagined it would be and more. His dark head moved between her legs as his tongue swirled, stroked and dipped and tasted her. The wetter she got, the more he licked and savoured her with long, slow deliberate strokes of his tongue that drove her to the brink of madness.
His licks became stronger and faster and more focused on the spot that gave her the greatest pleasure. Chloe sobbed and splayed her thighs wide and clutched his hair, urging him on with her ardent enthusiasm as a fierce orgasm gathered strength deep in the pit of her belly.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her hips moving back and forth against his mouth as she tumbled into the sensual abyss. “Please, don’t stop…that’s it…oh yes, oh God yes, oh…yesssss!”
A wave of pleasure hit her so hard she screamed in ecstasy, thrashing and bucking in a wild frenzy. Her orgasm went on and on, barrelling through her in deep pulses of raw, sexual energy that saturated every pore with pure pleasure.
But Clark didn’t let up the sweet torture. His lips closed around her swollen nub and sucked gently, setting her off again almost instantly. As one orgasm wound down, another one built, and she was sure her screams would wake the neighbours if she had any. But she didn’t give a fuck. There was no way she could deny or stifle what Clark was doing to her and how he was making her feel; she had waited far too long for this to hold back.
She closed her eyes and rode out the storm until the energy faded from her body, and she fell limply back on the mattress, completely sated.
In the midst of the sexual haze surrounding her she heard a flurry of sound as Clark rid himself of his clothes in superspeed. Then his solid, welcoming weight moved over her, the bed dipping slightly as he bracketed her between his arms and settled on top of her. His steely length was pulsing and hot against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and even though she’d just come twice in pretty much quick succession, her insides tingled at the thought of his sizeable length sliding into her.
Ha, she thought with wild abandon as she parted her legs for him. So much for completely sated.
***
God, but she was incredible.
Clark had glanced up at Chloe the moment she started to shudder, and watched in amazement as she’d openly surrendered herself to the thrill of passion. It was an incredible sight; her face had contorted in pleasure and the pressure of her body around his tongue, squeezing him in quick, little pulses as she came had almost resulted in him blowing his load right there on the carpet. Only with the strongest bout of willpower had he managed to hold himself in check, because he knew that if he held on for just a few moments longer, he’d let it all go inside her. It was all the incentive he needed.
Now here he was, on top of her, his cock ardently pressed against her entrance. She clutched at his shoulders and parted her thighs wide, tilting her hips to draw him in, and God, he was so ready for this; for her. He started to ease inside, but froze, holding onto the tiniest remaining thread of common sense in his brain. She clearly felt his resistance because she moaned her disappointment and pulled him closer.
“Please,” she begged, arching against him so that her slick moisture coated his turgid flesh. “Please, Clark, I need you…”
“I need you too, but…” he took a deep breath and forced himself to think. What was he trying to remember again?
Condom - that was it. There were a couple over on the farm, but leaving Chloe to go and get them right now was just not an option, not even for a nanosecond in superspeed.
“Chloe,” he rasped. “Please, please, please tell me that you’re-”
“…on the Pill.”
“Oh, thank God.” He hooked his arms around hers and held her tight and, with one single thrust, drove into her welcoming warmth.
Her body surrounded him like a tight, silken sheath, and he groaned loudly as pleasure suffused his limbs. Her legs went around his hips, the shift in angle seating him deeper inside her. Her body felt like a snug glove, and she clung tightly to him as her insides gradually adjusted to his presence. After a few moments he felt her inner muscles relax, but he managed hold still for just one more second.
She stared up at him questioningly, willing him to move; he held onto her shoulders and gazed down at her, his eyes boring into hers.
“This is not a fluke,” he said harshly. His cock twitched involuntarily and she gasped with pleasure, her fingers curling into his firm shoulders.
“You and me…” he stared at her, his eyes full of meaning. “We are not a fluke. Never. Understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, Clark,” she whispered.
“Say it.”
“We’re not a fluke.”
“Oh, Chloe,” he breathed, and for the first time that entire twisted evening, he lowered his lips to hers.
***
Chloe moaned and arched as he kissed her, instinctively seeking more of him. His tongue swept into her mouth and claimed her as surely as his hips drove into hers. The silken heat of her body drew him in, welcoming him as surely as if she had been made just for him. He stared to move slowly and carefully, but Chloe sensed his hesitation and frantically shook her head.
“No; not like that,” she murmured, lifting her hips to meet his. “Harder.”
He swallowed. “I have to be careful…”
“No, you don’t.”
He trembled, his fear of harming her and his need for her inexplicably entwined. “I don’t want to hurt you, Chloe.”
“You won’t.” She clutched him tightly and dug her heels into his lower back, anchoring herself for his thrusts. “Make love to me as hard as you want to, Clark; I trust you. I want you…” her voice lowered to a whisper. “I need you.”
Her gentle words dissolved the last of his uncertainty. Clark flexed his hips and made love to her as hard and fast as he dared, and his body literally began to feel saturated with pleasurable energy.
“Yes,” Chloe murmured, a rapturous smile on her face. “That’s how I want you…”
Clark growled with desire and moved faster, urged on by her ardent responses, and his limbs began to tremble as he got closer and closer to fulfilment. This was how he’d wanted her, too; how he’d imagined her, beautiful and wild and free beneath him. How many times had sat up alone in his loft, his hand wrapped around his cock as he pictured that very scenario in his brain, her name on his lips as he jerked off into his palm?
Too many times to count. But that had been fantasy, and as awesome as it was, the reality was happening here and now. Chloe was actually naked beneath him, moaning his name as he thrust in and out of her...and it put all his imaginations to shame, because it was all a million and one times better than anything his brain had concocted.
He’d held himself back and staved off his pleasure all evening; but even he had his limits, and now he was just about stretched to breaking point. He pumped his hips fiercely and his balls tightened up around his body in clear signal of his imminent release. As if on cue, Chloe’s inner muscles ripple in tight spasms around his cock as she succumbed to her third orgasm of the night. A blinding flood of pride and pleasure burst within him and he groaned loudly and gritted his teeth as finally, finally he found release, plunging deep as he shuddered and spent himself inside her.
For several seconds he seemed to exist in limbo as a post-orgasmic haze settled over them both. The unmistakeable scents of sweat and sex filled the air, and the silence was broken only by the harsh sound of their breathing. They lay together in each other’s arms; not speaking, just holding each other and revelling in the reverence of the moment.
He’d just had sex with Chloe.
Over and over he kept repeating the phrase in his head. It was as if he still couldn’t quite believe that fantasy and reality had combined with such explosive results, and perhaps the repetition would cement it into his memory just to be sure.
There were things to be said, of course. He knew Chloe would want to talk about this, and they would definitely have to at some point; but for now, reality was an intrusion neither of them was ready to face, and was swiftly put aside.
Clark exhaled deeply and tightened his arms around her. His eyes drifted shut, and he determined in his heart to enjoy the moment for as long as he could.
***
Chapter 5…