Chlark Fanfic: Big Bad Wolf, Chapter 5
Last one, I swear! :-D
Here you go. Hope you all like it, and Happy Pumpkin Day!
Banner by
m_strangchild, used with kind permission. Thanks, Miranda!
Title: Big Bad Wolf
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Smut
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
Feedback: All day, everyday. J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 5
Clark kissed Chloe lightly on the nose and rubbed his erection against her thigh, trying to ease the ache. “Let me know if I hurt you, okay?” he said gently.
She placed a hand on his cheek and smiled, the radiance of which put the bright moonlight to shame. “Somehow, I don’t think you will.”
“I appreciate the vote of confidence,” he smiled, but his eyes were serious. “I mean it, Chloe. If you’re uncomfortable, or you feel any pain at all, just tell me, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“Okay. But what about you?”
He kissed her lips softly. “I’ll be fine; I can handle it.”
Chloe barely stifled a giggle at the double entendre of his words. “I can handle it for you, if you’d like,” she offered slyly.
“Oh, I like,” he leered with a glint in his eye. “I really, really like.”
He took her hand and guided it to his throbbing hardness, wrapping her small fingers around him. She slid her hand up and down his length, then rubbed the tip of his cock in her fragrant moisture. He breathed in the essence of her and sighed deeply, his cock stiffening even further at her sensual touch.
It was torture, sweet torture to be so close to physical completion but not quite there. He ached to plunge into her sweet depths and thrust hard, but managed to hold himself in check.
Eventually Chloe guided him to her moist opening and moved her hands to his hips. Taking his cue, he pressed into her slowly, stopping when he saw her eyes widen. He retreated slightly, waiting till he felt her hands on his hips pull him closer. He pushed forward again, feeling her snug channel stretch and expand in slow degrees. He continued to enter her inch by inch, until eventually he was all the way inside her.
Clark took deep breaths and managed to hold still while her body adjusted to his presence. She was so tight and so hot that he was surprised he didn’t climax there and then.
As soon as he felt her relax internally he withdrew and slid forward in a slow thrust. Chloe sighed and hooked her arms around his, her eyelids drifting shut in ecstasy. He picked up the pace and thrust with more confidence, and her mouth fell open as a small cry escaped her throat.
He stopped. “Are you hurt?” he asked desperately.
“No!”
“You’re okay-?”
“Yes!!”
“Should I continue-?”
“Please!!!”
He made a funny face. “Sorry. My bad.” He moved sensuously within her, instinct and intuition attuning him to her body’s needs.
“Actually, you’re good,” she breathed, tilting her hips to meet his thrusts. He grinned and thrust harder, making her moan with pleasure, her hands sliding up and down his sweat-sheened back.
He made love to her steadily, alarmed as he felt his orgasm approaching swiftly. He couldn’t last much longer; the sweet friction combined with the fact that it was Chloe he was making love to made his limbs quake with desire. Sweat beaded on his brow as he concentrated on giving Chloe the best sex of her life. He grabbed hold of her hip with one hand, held her hair with the other, and plunged into her with deep, driving thrusts.
“Oh God!” she gasped, throwing her head back and hooking her legs around his waist. “Oh, fuck!”
Whoa. He’d made Chloe Sullivan talk dirty. He must be doing something right.
“Yes,” she hissed clinging to him as he ploughed her depths. “Clark, that’s so good…aaahh…”
Yep…definitely hitting her spot.
Chloe’s limbs tightened around him and her inner muscles gripped and squeezed him in rippling spasms. Her voice rose in a long cry as her orgasm washed through her, her heartbeat thrumming in his ears as her fingers dug into his back.
The intimate pressure around his cock sent him over the edge, and his nerves went into sensory overload as his own orgasm hit hard. He roared as wave after wave of pure pleasure barrelled through his entire body, leaving him light-headed.
Gradually the intensity subsided and he relaxed his grip on her, breathing hard. He shifted to the side so as not to crush her, but kept a hold on her hip with one hand while he brushed her hair with the other. She sighed softly, and he leaned over and kissed her closed eyelids.
He couldn’t believe he’d just had sex with Chloe.
He’d just had sex with Chloe.
His mouth tilted in a sly grin. Awesome!
Eventually Chloe’s lashes lifted and he gazed into her hazel depths, an expression of enraptured bliss in her eyes. She entwined her fingers with his and lifted her other hand to his cheek. He smiled down at her, an unspoken question in his eyes.
Chloe opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t seem to form any words. He could totally relate; nothing could have prepared him for the spectacular sex they’d just experienced.
Eventually she gave up trying to speak and just beamed up at him with teary eyes.
He beamed back. “Yeah, I know,” he whispered, kissing her fingertips. “Me too.”
They lay in companionable silence for long moments, twining their fingers together.
“I always knew,” she said softly.
He lifted his head. “Knew what?”
“Knew that we’d be fantastic together,” she explained. “That once we finally decided to take things to the next level, it would be totally and completely out of this world.”
He shrugged. “Well, I am from a galaxy far, far away, so…”
She grinned and playfully punched his shoulder. “Idiot. You know what I mean.”
“I know,” he said honestly. Chloe was everything he never knew he’d always wanted. They’d always had an intimate relationship, one that he’d believed went beyond sex. But now he realised that their lovemaking had simply cemented their close bond. He knew without doubt that the woman in his arms was the one he was meant to be with; his soulmate in every way.
Clark studied her delectable form in the faint moonlight, her smooth, pale skin gleaming like polished alabaster. He’d always tried not to notice her delectable curves, but now that the friendship barrier had been breached, he was free to appreciate her for her beauty as well as her brains.
Predictably, his body began to reflect on his appreciation and his cock hardened against her thigh.
Chloe glanced down, and her eyes widened in shock. “Clark! Again?”
He shrugged helplessly. “The Halloween full moon must be having some weird effect on my lupine DNA,” he said lamely. “Besides, it’s canon that little red capes turn me on somethin’ wicked.”
“Ah, but I’m not wearing my little red cape, am I?” she purred seductively.
He smacked his palm on his face. “You got me. Okay, I confess; I’m just a horny Halloween pervert with sex on the brain. Funny thing is, I wasn’t that way before today.”
“Hey, don’t knock horny Halloween perverts,” she retorted, climbing over him. “I happen to be a card-carrying member of HHPs Anonymous myself; just joined today.”
“Aaahh. Well, pleased to meet you, ma’am,” he chuckled, placing his hands on her waist and sliding them up towards her breasts.
“You know,” he went on, “they say people find it easier to beat addiction when they work in pairs; think we can help each other out?”
“That sounds like a good idea,” she said breathlessly as he tweaked her nipples. “But we’ll have to work long and hard at it, day in, day out. Are you, er…up for it?”
His eyes darkened with lust. “As long as I’m with you, Chloe, I’ll always be up for it.”
She writhed languidly on him. “Awesome. So, when do we get started?”
He nudged her with his swollen cock. “No time like the present, is there?” he grinned.
“Ooh,” she gasped. “I love the way you think.”
***
The End.