Chlark Fanfic: Big Bad Wolf, Chapter 3
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Chapter 3 of Big Bad Wolf. Please heed the warnings, and do not go behind cut if you are not over 18.
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Title: Big Bad Wolf
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Smut, yah...
Timeline: Season 6 (Wither, with a partial rewrite of Zod)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark draws inspiration from Chloe’s Halloween Costume
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Chapter 3
Clark lifted his hands to Chloe’s face and kissed her thoroughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and meeting hers in a tangle of heady promise. Chloe slid her hands around his waist and pulled him towards her, moaning as their bodies made intimate contact. Her hand travelled up his back, then down again, beyond his belt buckle till she grasped a handful of his taut buttocks.
Clark’s groan was muffled by their kiss, and his muscles clenched as her small hand worked his firm flesh. Her other hand went to his shoulder and pushed at his leather jacket. Clark helped her shrug it off, and it fell to the floor with a dull thud. Chloe slipped her hands under his vest and trailed her fingers up his chest, making idle patterns across his pecs until she reached his nipple and lightly pinched the tight nub.
Clark made a harsh sound and lifted his head, breaking the kiss. “Chloe,” he whispered, gasping as she scraped her fingernail across the sensitive nub. “God, that feels good.”
“I’m just getting started,” she drawled, and pulled the white fabric completely free from the waistband of his jeans and pushed it all the way up his chest. Leaning forward, pressed her lips against his pebbled nipple, then opened her mouth and firmly sucked.
The air left Clark’s lungs in a whoosh, and his knees buckled weakly. God, they’d only been kissing two minutes, and already she was driving him crazy. Dropping his hands to her hips, he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist, then stumbled forward till they got to the padded window seat. Carefully he set Chloe down so she was lying on the cushions, then leaned back and just stared.
Lying there, bathed in the moon’s ethereal glow, Chloe looked like a stunning vision. Her face wore a cheeky smile, and she bit her lip in that way that made his heart flutter. Her hair spilled out of the hood in soft curls; she was wearing it longer these days, and looked even more beautiful, if that were possible. With every breath her chest rose and fell, the gentle swell of her breasts accentuated by the push of the corset.
Her nipples tightened beneath his hungry gaze, the hard buds clearly outlined against the white fabric. Chloe lifted her hand to her mouth and nibbled on her forefinger.
“Why Clark,” she murmured throatily, “what big eyes you have!”
He grinned and leaned over her, placing his hands beside her head. “All the better to see you with, my dear,” he replied in a deep voice, rubbing his nose sensuously against hers. He pushed the hood off the top of her head, but left the ribbon tied under her chin. Holding her chin gently he kissed her, coaxing her tongue with his.
Eventually his hand left her chin and travelled south, over the smooth skin of her neck and collarbone until it rested over her heaving bosom.
“Hey Clark,” she purred, “what nice, big hands you got there.”
He chuckled. “All the better to feel you up with, my dear.” He pushed the scooped neckline down around her breasts, pleased to see that the top of the dress came with its own support, which meant she hadn’t needed to wear a bra. The sight of Chloe’s bare breasts made the blood rush to his groin with such speed he instantly felt woozy.
Clark took her breasts in his hands and squeezed, making Chloe moan softly. He rubbed his thumbs over the stiff peaks, sighing in satisfaction as they tightened under his ministrations.
Chloe arched her back, silently offering more. Clark leaned down and stroked one rosy moonlit nipple with his tongue. She gasped and trembled, clutching handfuls of his hair as he sucked eagerly on the lush tips.
“Clark,” she whispered, her voice edged with desire. “Oh, God…”
She rubbed her thighs together, and Clark caught the musky fragrance of her arousal. He inhaled deeply, then slid down her body as if lured by a siren song.
Starting from her ankles, he smoothed his hands up her stocking-covered calves, then over her knees and thighs till he touched smooth skin. He hitched one knee up and placed her foot on the seat, then leaned forward and licked the soft skin of her thigh along the edge of her stocking. She moaned loudly, and he felt the muscles in her leg tense as she grew more and more aroused.
He traced patterns on her thigh with his tongue, moving closer and closer to the source of the tantalising smell teasing his nostrils. He reached up and hooked his fingers into the sides of her red panties and slid them all the way down her legs, then pushed her thighs apart and knelt between them.
Chloe stared at him, waiting for his intimate touch with nervous expectation.
“That’s a nice mouth you’ve got there, Clark,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.
“All the better to taste you with, Chloe,” he said, his voice deep with lust. And he lowered his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss over her aching core.
Chloe inhaled in a sharp hiss and clenched her fists. She tasted like exotic nectar, spicy and sweet with a pinch of salt. He pressed his tongue through the soft folds and flicked lightly against her clit, causing Chloe to utter a choked cry. Using his fingers to part her intimate flesh, he circled the tight nub with his tongue, lapping her fragrant moisture.
Chloe made a raw, needy sound, her thighs trembling as Clark took her to new heights of pleasure. He altered his strokes, licking and flicking at her clit, causing her orgasm to build, then moved away to caress the soft petals with long, slow licks.
“Clark, please,” she begged.
Apparently he’d teased her to her limits. He leaned back and started to unbuckle his belt, but caught a brief flash of disappointment in her eyes.
“Do you want me to…?” he glanced down at her and involuntarily licked his lips.
She nodded shyly. “Please…”
He grinned. He could wait. “It would be my pleasure.” He lifted her legs and placed them around his shoulders, then returned his mouth to her aching flesh.
This time he didn’t tease. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently, gradually increasing the suction and pressure as Chloe’s cries became more ardent.
He reached up and toyed with her nipples, plucking and squeezing them till Chloe’s hips moved against his mouth and her hands clutched his hair and tugged fiercely. Her voice rose in a series of staccato cries as she came hard, her heartbeat thundering in his ears.
Eventually her fingers loosened in his hair and her breathing slowed. Clark gently lifted her legs from his shoulders and rose, leaning over her limp form and dropping a soft kiss on her lips.
“You okay?” he asked, stroking her hair tenderly.
She nodded weakly. “I’m fine. I just…” she stopped, then her eyes lit up as if she’d just come to a sudden realisation.
“Just what?”
Her shoulders started hitching and despite her best efforts to control herself, a giggle escaped her lips.
“Chloe?” he said, baffled. If not for the fact that he’d felt her come against his lips, he’d have been seriously worried that he hadn’t done a good job.
She gave up trying to stifle her giggles and collapsed into fits of laughter.
He scowled. “If you’d care to share the joke…” he said stiffly.
She placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, Clark. I just realised...” she stopped, hiccupped, and continued. “My God, I just got thoroughly devoured by the Big Bad Wolf!”
He visibly relaxed and heaved a sigh of relief. “And by the light of the silvery moon, no less,” he observed, grinning wickedly. “What can I say - far be it from me to deviate from fairytale canon. Little Red Riding Hood does indeed get eaten by the wolf, does she not?”
“Indeed she does. And we have to stay as true to the story as possible, of course,” she said with mock thoughtfulness.
“Then our work here is done,” he said with an air of finality.
Chloe reached up and slowly pressed her hand against the front of his jeans. “Is it really?” she drawled, moulding her hand firmly to the hot, hard bulge within.
His cock throbbed at her touch, and he sucked in a shaky breath. “Well…maybe not quite done…”
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Chapter 4…