Chlark/Kaloe Fanfic: Temptress, Chapter 7
Okay, I know I promised Monday, but it's difficult to find time to write over the weekend. But hey - Tuesday's not so bad, is it? :)
Chapter Seven of Temptress is up. It's rated NC-17, so please respect the cut if you're not old enough to go behind it.
Everyone else - enjoy!
Banner by m_strangchild, used with permission
Title: Temptress
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Graphic sex
Timeline: Season 4 (after Spell)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark buys Chloe some perfume as a pressie. But the red tint of the scent wasn’t gotten from rose petals. Oops.
Feedback: Yeah, right there. J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 7
I think a Slow, Comfortable Screw Against the Wall is the perfect accompaniment to a Screaming Orgasm. Don’t you?
The post-orgasmic haze Chloe had languidly been floating in rapidly evaporated at Clark’s blunt suggestion.
“What?” she whispered tremulously.
“You heard me,” he quipped dryly. “Besides, watching you come in my arms was awesome. I want to do it again.”
She closed her eyes, flushing hotly as she remembered how they’d locked gazes when she was at the height of her orgasm. What the hell had she been thinking, letting Clark touch her like that?
Unfortunately he didn’t seem inclined to give her too much room for post-orgasmic self-recriminations, because he pressed his swollen length against her belly and rubbed smoothly, searing her with satiny heat.
She had to stop this. What had happened so far was bad enough, but to actually go as far as to…no. Just…no. She couldn’t do that with him, especially not when she was sure he was on some kind of mood-enhancing substance.
Steeling herself against the brewing pleasure, she pulled the sides of her dress back into place, covering her breasts, and lifted her hands to his chest and pushed. “Clark, stop. I don’t want to do this.”
He didn’t budge. “Liar.” He lowered his head and nipped at her neck and she inhaled sharply, feeling a rush of moisture from her treacherous body.
“We can’t do this, not here,” she argued.
“Why not?” he murmured, lifting the hem of her dress and slipping his cock between her legs. He thrust gently, sliding back and forth between the slick wetness coating her inner thighs in a blatant simulation of sex.
She inhaled sharply, feeling her insides tighten and coil with desire all over again. Why not indeed?
She struggled to come up with valid reasons to support her claim. “We’re in a public cloakroom, Clark,” she protested. “Somebody could come.”
He grinned. “Somebody’s going to. Again.”
Dear heaven, he wasn’t making this easy for her. Just the memory of how good he’d made her feel was enough to stoke the glowing embers within.
She tried a new tactic. “Clark, I think something’s seriously wrong with you. You’ve never wanted me that way, never even looked at me like that before -”
“Bullshit,” he interrupted. “Spring Formal? I was all for making a go of it with you when you called the whole thing off.”
“But that was just dating, Clark. This is…” she paused, then continued. “Clark, you’ve never wanted to have sex with me.”
He snorted. “Don’t be naïve, Chloe. I think about having sex with you all the time.”
She blinked, startled. Did he?
“Besides,” he went on, slipping her dress aside and exposing her breasts again, “when you wear a dress like that, you shouldn’t be surprised when guys express an interest in screwing you.”
She stared at him, incensed. “Are you saying I’m asking for it?” she asked in a deceptively calm voice.
He pinched her nipples lightly, making her gasp. “I’m saying you were aware of and open to the possibility of a good fuck tonight before I even got here,” he said bluntly. “Lie to me and tell me the thought of sex hadn’t crossed your mind at all this evening.”
Damn it, the bastard was right. Her back arched as his mouth closed around one nipple and sucked deeply.
“I can honestly tell you that I never expected to end up here with you,” she replied breathlessly.
He lifted his head from her breast and grinned evilly. “That wasn’t the question.” He dropped his hands to her hips and rubbed up against her moist inner thighs again.
“Whatever, Clark,” she managed to say flippantly. “The fact is, I don’t want to have sex with you.”
He snorted. “Says the girl creaming all over my cock as we speak.”
Strike Two. She scowled at him and went for the jugular. “What are you planning to do, Clark - rape me?”
He stilled, his brows drawing together at the cold word hanging in the air between them. Finally he spoke quietly.
“It wouldn’t be rape, and you know it.” Placing his hands to her ass, he lifted her off the floor and positioned himself against her snug opening.
Oh my God, this is really happening, she thought wildly. Her insides clenched, so desperate to be filled by him that another rush of arousal escaped her and coated his swollen hardness.
“I don’t want this,” she insisted, sounding stupid even to herself.
“Stop saying you don’t want this when your body clearly says that you do.” He nudged his broad tip against her slick, heated core. “This isn’t all me, you know.”
“I don’t want you!” she hissed fiercely.
“Then tell me to stop,” he said smoothly. “Tell me to put you down and walk away, and I will.”
Oh, he was a master manipulator. He’d asked the one thing she was incapable of saying. She’d assumed that expressing her displeasure would be enough to get him to back away, and would give her the upper hand in this tussle. But he’d caught on to her game, and wasn’t going to make it easy for her by any means.
“Tell me to go, Chloe,” he continued, slipping the thick head of his cock into her ever so slightly. She gasped and clutched at him, surreptitiously trying to angle her body so she could slide down onto him further.
But he wasn’t having it. His hands were like steel bands on her hips, and he held her still, not giving her any wiggle room.
His eyes bore into hers. “Tell me to let you go and walk away.” He nudged forward, and the blunt tip of his erection pressed forward about an inch or so. Chloe felt her body stretching to receive him, and she wanted to yell at him to just do it already, and to let her go, and to fill her with himself, and to stop, and to just fuck her hard…
God, she was so screwed - literally and figuratively.
“Say ‘stop’,” he insisted, pushing into her another inch.
Silence.
“Say ‘no’.” Another inch, and her warm flesh tightened and fluttered around him.
He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, and she saw sweat break out on his forehead.
“Damn it, Chloe, if you’re going to stop me, do it now,” he rasped desperately.
Still she remained quiet.
Clark must have decided to give her one last out, because he loosened his hold on her hips, giving her a chance to lift herself off of him and flee, if need be.
It was just the opportunity she needed. Clinging to him fiercely, she tilted her hips and sank down on to him till he was buried within her to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck," he hissed as her moist heat surrounded him completely.
***
He was so screwed.
He knew Chloe wouldn’t have been able to resist what he was offering - she wanted it too much, wanted him too much. What he hadn’t expected was that he’d be as desperate for her as she was for him, maybe even more so.
When she’d started blathering on about not wanting to have sex with him, he’d fully intended to strut away without a backward glance, maybe throw in a jibe about finding some other pussy whose legs weren’t locked together at the knee. Or heck, just grab Lana and show her what she’d been missing, make her forget all about Coach Teague. But once he’d smelled Chloe, touched her, tasted her, he knew there’d be no going back for him.
Now, settled firmly within her snug, intimate embrace, he felt oddly…complete, like he was supposed to be here. If he were to be honest with himself, he knew that on some level, he needed this. Needed her.
He looked into Chloe’s eyes, seeing lust, passion and a whole lot more reflected in their hazel depths. Her hand lifted to his cheek and she leaned forward and rubbed her lips against his.
Clark moaned, a deep, needy sound, and pressed his lips against Chloe’s. Her tongue darted out and caressed the seam of his lips, prompting, coaxing. His lips parted and her tongue slipped between them and stroked his tongue intimately.
Heat sizzled through his entire body and he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers as sensation blazed through him. He stumbled forward till Chloe’s back was against the wall and lifted his head to stare at her.
She stared back at him, and her inner muscles tightened around his aching cock.
Clark swore in a low growl and slammed into her, fucking her hard.
Chloe jammed her hands into his hair, crossed her ankles around his hips and held on for dear life.
There was nothing slow or comfortable about their lovemaking. Clark pounded into her relentlessly, sweat dripping from his forehead and trickling down his spine. Chloe threw her head back, lips parted in ecstasy as she moved with him, her lush breasts bouncing with every thrust.
Clark supported Chloe with one hand and raised the other to her breast, fondling and teasing her nipple even as he claimed her mouth in another searing kiss. Somehow he managed to kiss, caress and make love to her at the same time. If her reactions were anything to go by, she seemed to like what he was doing, as her body began to shudder and a low moan began to escalate in her throat.
Clark thrust harder and faster, and suddenly she cried out as her tight sheath spasmed and pulsed around his hard length. Pleasure exploded within him as his own orgasm broke and he came like a rocket, his body jerking fiercely as he spent himself inside her. Sweet release washed through him like a tidal wave and he gave a harsh, drawn-out groan as his entire nervous system overloaded his senses with pure, unadulterated bliss.
Chloe went limp in his arms, and he barely managed to stay upright for both of them as his orgasm subsided. Breathing hard, he leaned her back against the wall, grateful for the additional support. He rested his forehead against the wall beside her tousled blonde head, and slowly started to recover.
Clark felt like he’d just experienced heaven on earth. Why the hell hadn’t he had sex with Chloe before now? Because you’re a dumb fool, a mocking voice in his head jeered. Eh, whatever. He didn’t see the point in wasting time thinking of what he could have been doing with Chloe years ago; he was more interested in making sure she didn’t slip through his fingers, because he couldn’t imagine fucking anyone else after tonight - and he damn well didn’t want her fucking anyone else, either.
Chloe unlinked her hands from his neck and tilted her head back against the wall, breathing steadily. Clark stroked her hair tenderly, and was surprised when she stiffened. She looked straight at him, took a deep breath, and spoke calmly.
“We shouldn’t have done that, Clark.”
***
Chapter 8…
Chapter Seven of Temptress is up. It's rated NC-17, so please respect the cut if you're not old enough to go behind it.
Everyone else - enjoy!
Banner by m_strangchild, used with permission
Title: Temptress
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Graphic sex
Timeline: Season 4 (after Spell)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark buys Chloe some perfume as a pressie. But the red tint of the scent wasn’t gotten from rose petals. Oops.
Feedback: Yeah, right there. J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 7
I think a Slow, Comfortable Screw Against the Wall is the perfect accompaniment to a Screaming Orgasm. Don’t you?
The post-orgasmic haze Chloe had languidly been floating in rapidly evaporated at Clark’s blunt suggestion.
“What?” she whispered tremulously.
“You heard me,” he quipped dryly. “Besides, watching you come in my arms was awesome. I want to do it again.”
She closed her eyes, flushing hotly as she remembered how they’d locked gazes when she was at the height of her orgasm. What the hell had she been thinking, letting Clark touch her like that?
Unfortunately he didn’t seem inclined to give her too much room for post-orgasmic self-recriminations, because he pressed his swollen length against her belly and rubbed smoothly, searing her with satiny heat.
She had to stop this. What had happened so far was bad enough, but to actually go as far as to…no. Just…no. She couldn’t do that with him, especially not when she was sure he was on some kind of mood-enhancing substance.
Steeling herself against the brewing pleasure, she pulled the sides of her dress back into place, covering her breasts, and lifted her hands to his chest and pushed. “Clark, stop. I don’t want to do this.”
He didn’t budge. “Liar.” He lowered his head and nipped at her neck and she inhaled sharply, feeling a rush of moisture from her treacherous body.
“We can’t do this, not here,” she argued.
“Why not?” he murmured, lifting the hem of her dress and slipping his cock between her legs. He thrust gently, sliding back and forth between the slick wetness coating her inner thighs in a blatant simulation of sex.
She inhaled sharply, feeling her insides tighten and coil with desire all over again. Why not indeed?
She struggled to come up with valid reasons to support her claim. “We’re in a public cloakroom, Clark,” she protested. “Somebody could come.”
He grinned. “Somebody’s going to. Again.”
Dear heaven, he wasn’t making this easy for her. Just the memory of how good he’d made her feel was enough to stoke the glowing embers within.
She tried a new tactic. “Clark, I think something’s seriously wrong with you. You’ve never wanted me that way, never even looked at me like that before -”
“Bullshit,” he interrupted. “Spring Formal? I was all for making a go of it with you when you called the whole thing off.”
“But that was just dating, Clark. This is…” she paused, then continued. “Clark, you’ve never wanted to have sex with me.”
He snorted. “Don’t be naïve, Chloe. I think about having sex with you all the time.”
She blinked, startled. Did he?
“Besides,” he went on, slipping her dress aside and exposing her breasts again, “when you wear a dress like that, you shouldn’t be surprised when guys express an interest in screwing you.”
She stared at him, incensed. “Are you saying I’m asking for it?” she asked in a deceptively calm voice.
He pinched her nipples lightly, making her gasp. “I’m saying you were aware of and open to the possibility of a good fuck tonight before I even got here,” he said bluntly. “Lie to me and tell me the thought of sex hadn’t crossed your mind at all this evening.”
Damn it, the bastard was right. Her back arched as his mouth closed around one nipple and sucked deeply.
“I can honestly tell you that I never expected to end up here with you,” she replied breathlessly.
He lifted his head from her breast and grinned evilly. “That wasn’t the question.” He dropped his hands to her hips and rubbed up against her moist inner thighs again.
“Whatever, Clark,” she managed to say flippantly. “The fact is, I don’t want to have sex with you.”
He snorted. “Says the girl creaming all over my cock as we speak.”
Strike Two. She scowled at him and went for the jugular. “What are you planning to do, Clark - rape me?”
He stilled, his brows drawing together at the cold word hanging in the air between them. Finally he spoke quietly.
“It wouldn’t be rape, and you know it.” Placing his hands to her ass, he lifted her off the floor and positioned himself against her snug opening.
Oh my God, this is really happening, she thought wildly. Her insides clenched, so desperate to be filled by him that another rush of arousal escaped her and coated his swollen hardness.
“I don’t want this,” she insisted, sounding stupid even to herself.
“Stop saying you don’t want this when your body clearly says that you do.” He nudged his broad tip against her slick, heated core. “This isn’t all me, you know.”
“I don’t want you!” she hissed fiercely.
“Then tell me to stop,” he said smoothly. “Tell me to put you down and walk away, and I will.”
Oh, he was a master manipulator. He’d asked the one thing she was incapable of saying. She’d assumed that expressing her displeasure would be enough to get him to back away, and would give her the upper hand in this tussle. But he’d caught on to her game, and wasn’t going to make it easy for her by any means.
“Tell me to go, Chloe,” he continued, slipping the thick head of his cock into her ever so slightly. She gasped and clutched at him, surreptitiously trying to angle her body so she could slide down onto him further.
But he wasn’t having it. His hands were like steel bands on her hips, and he held her still, not giving her any wiggle room.
His eyes bore into hers. “Tell me to let you go and walk away.” He nudged forward, and the blunt tip of his erection pressed forward about an inch or so. Chloe felt her body stretching to receive him, and she wanted to yell at him to just do it already, and to let her go, and to fill her with himself, and to stop, and to just fuck her hard…
God, she was so screwed - literally and figuratively.
“Say ‘stop’,” he insisted, pushing into her another inch.
Silence.
“Say ‘no’.” Another inch, and her warm flesh tightened and fluttered around him.
He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, and she saw sweat break out on his forehead.
“Damn it, Chloe, if you’re going to stop me, do it now,” he rasped desperately.
Still she remained quiet.
Clark must have decided to give her one last out, because he loosened his hold on her hips, giving her a chance to lift herself off of him and flee, if need be.
It was just the opportunity she needed. Clinging to him fiercely, she tilted her hips and sank down on to him till he was buried within her to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck," he hissed as her moist heat surrounded him completely.
***
He was so screwed.
He knew Chloe wouldn’t have been able to resist what he was offering - she wanted it too much, wanted him too much. What he hadn’t expected was that he’d be as desperate for her as she was for him, maybe even more so.
When she’d started blathering on about not wanting to have sex with him, he’d fully intended to strut away without a backward glance, maybe throw in a jibe about finding some other pussy whose legs weren’t locked together at the knee. Or heck, just grab Lana and show her what she’d been missing, make her forget all about Coach Teague. But once he’d smelled Chloe, touched her, tasted her, he knew there’d be no going back for him.
Now, settled firmly within her snug, intimate embrace, he felt oddly…complete, like he was supposed to be here. If he were to be honest with himself, he knew that on some level, he needed this. Needed her.
He looked into Chloe’s eyes, seeing lust, passion and a whole lot more reflected in their hazel depths. Her hand lifted to his cheek and she leaned forward and rubbed her lips against his.
Clark moaned, a deep, needy sound, and pressed his lips against Chloe’s. Her tongue darted out and caressed the seam of his lips, prompting, coaxing. His lips parted and her tongue slipped between them and stroked his tongue intimately.
Heat sizzled through his entire body and he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers as sensation blazed through him. He stumbled forward till Chloe’s back was against the wall and lifted his head to stare at her.
She stared back at him, and her inner muscles tightened around his aching cock.
Clark swore in a low growl and slammed into her, fucking her hard.
Chloe jammed her hands into his hair, crossed her ankles around his hips and held on for dear life.
There was nothing slow or comfortable about their lovemaking. Clark pounded into her relentlessly, sweat dripping from his forehead and trickling down his spine. Chloe threw her head back, lips parted in ecstasy as she moved with him, her lush breasts bouncing with every thrust.
Clark supported Chloe with one hand and raised the other to her breast, fondling and teasing her nipple even as he claimed her mouth in another searing kiss. Somehow he managed to kiss, caress and make love to her at the same time. If her reactions were anything to go by, she seemed to like what he was doing, as her body began to shudder and a low moan began to escalate in her throat.
Clark thrust harder and faster, and suddenly she cried out as her tight sheath spasmed and pulsed around his hard length. Pleasure exploded within him as his own orgasm broke and he came like a rocket, his body jerking fiercely as he spent himself inside her. Sweet release washed through him like a tidal wave and he gave a harsh, drawn-out groan as his entire nervous system overloaded his senses with pure, unadulterated bliss.
Chloe went limp in his arms, and he barely managed to stay upright for both of them as his orgasm subsided. Breathing hard, he leaned her back against the wall, grateful for the additional support. He rested his forehead against the wall beside her tousled blonde head, and slowly started to recover.
Clark felt like he’d just experienced heaven on earth. Why the hell hadn’t he had sex with Chloe before now? Because you’re a dumb fool, a mocking voice in his head jeered. Eh, whatever. He didn’t see the point in wasting time thinking of what he could have been doing with Chloe years ago; he was more interested in making sure she didn’t slip through his fingers, because he couldn’t imagine fucking anyone else after tonight - and he damn well didn’t want her fucking anyone else, either.
Chloe unlinked her hands from his neck and tilted her head back against the wall, breathing steadily. Clark stroked her hair tenderly, and was surprised when she stiffened. She looked straight at him, took a deep breath, and spoke calmly.
“We shouldn’t have done that, Clark.”
***
Chapter 8…