Fic: Something in the Air - Part Two
Part One
Part Two
Luthor Mansion continued
Martha sits down in a chair across from Lex’s desk. There’s something odd about the way he leans up against it and he runs his hands over the top. He must really like his desk.
“I know I should have made an appointment,” she says, “but I’m in Smallville for less than a day and I wanted to meet with you to discuss the Child Healthcare Initiative.”
“Okay,” he gulps and then he pants heavily. “What is that perfume you’re wearing?”
“Fabreze,” she says guiltily. As a US senator she doesn’t have much time to do things like laundry. She has on the same skirt she wore yesterday.
“It’s intoxicating,” he groans as he bends his knees a little bit.
Something’s not right here. “If this is a bad time--” She starts to stand up.
“No. No,” Lex says. “You’re timing’s… uhh uhhh… perfect.”
The way he’s staring at her, how he doesn’t blink, it’s… Well, before today Martha would have said it was unsettling, but right now she finds it… sexy.
She walks forward and places her hands on the desk. “Every child born in the US should have access to healthcare.”
“Sure,” he says. His eyes drift down to her chest. “You have a great set of knockers, Senator Kent.”
“Please Lex.” She leans forward, feeling her nipples poke against her bra. “We’ve known each other a long time. You can call me Mrs. Kent.”
He licks his lips. “Okay, Mrs. Kent.”
“So, do I have your support on this important issue?”
“I’ll support you,” he says, grinding his hips against a drawer, “if I can also support your tits.”
What woman could resist such a smooth and sincere declaration on love? “It’s a deal.”
He doesn’t need more encouragement. Slowly he climbs up onto the desk and crawls across it towards her.
She gasps as he cups her breasts, gently lifting them and squeezing them together.
“Oh Lex,” she murmurs when he buries his nose in her cleavage.
His tongue darts out, soft and wet against her skin. It ignites a passion in her, a heat between her legs that burns and consumes her.
She runs her fingertips across his head, caressing his ears, massaging his scalp. Her desire is an exquisite pain. Only Lex can give her relief.
His hands move down to the buttons of her blouse as his face sinks deeper into her chest.
“Yes,” she moans. The silky fabric scratches her skin. She wants to be freed from it.
She wants Lex to be freed from his restraints as well, so she reaches for the button on his pants.
He pushes the blouse from her shoulders and pulls a breast out from her bra.
They lock eyes. There is no need for words. They communicate telepathically, agreeing to give each other their most intimate desires.
Without breaking eye contact he surrounds her nipple with his lips. His tongue flicks against her stiff flesh, sending sparks through her entire body. Then he starts to suck, hard.
“Uh!” She grabs his ass, pulling him closer and thrusts his hand between her legs. He presses against her, through her pantyhose. Any minute now she’ll achieve nirvana.
She reaches forward again and grasps the zipper on his fly, pulling it down. Then she pushes his pants out of the way so that she can get to the good stuff. Her fingers circle his cock and she strokes him from base to tip. She revels in the feel of satiny skin over pulsating flesh.
She feels his moan vibrate against her nipple more than she actually hears it. His hand between her legs moves back and forth more fervently.
This feels so good, she never wants it to end. But she can’t take it a second longer. She has to have all of him. She’ll die if she doesn’t have all of him right now.
She takes a step backwards and he follows, scrambling off the desk. His lips come off her breast and lock onto her mouth. Furiously their tongues wrestle as he pushes his body against hers and forces her backwards across the study floor.
They don’t stop until her rear end hits something and she can hear the sound of billiard balls knocking against each other. Oh, the pool table.
They release one another and Lex places a hand on the wood paneling on either side of Martha. He bends slightly so that he can gaze up at her. They stare into each other’s eyes, panting hungrily.
“Mrs. Kent,” he says, “I think it’s only fair to tell you that we’re under the influence of a strong aphrodisiac, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to do this anyway.”
“Lex,” she says as she caresses his cheek with the back of her fingers. “I’ve wanted to do this for years.”
She kicks off her pumps as he hikes her skirt up and grabs her pantyhose and panties. In one violent motion he yanks them off of her. She hops up on the edge of the pool table, slowly swings open the gates to paradise and invites Lex in.
“Oh, Mrs. Kent,” he groans as he buries himself in her, “Smallville just hasn’t been the same since you moved to Washington.”
“That’s why I came back,” she says as he slides out and in and out. “I didn’t want to lose touch with my constituents.”
“We sure like touching you.”
“Touch me harder,” she growls.
Ah, the benefits of power. She can command anyone to do her bidding. Right now Lex is bidding her brains out.
She can feel the pleasure building between her thighs and tickling her knees as she wraps her legs around him. With each one of his powerful thrusts he sends her closer and closer towards the edge of utopia.
The billiard palls bounce frantically against the red felt behind them and one by one drop into the pockets of the pool table.
“Mrs. Kent.”
“Lex.”
“Oh Mrs. Kent.”
“Oh Lex.”
“Mrs. Kent!”
“Lex!”
“MRS. KENT.”
“LEX.”
Her muscles contract as she rides a glorious wave of ecstasy right into heaven.
He shakes and stutters as he spills his seed inside her. A strangled cry of “Mommy!” escapes his lips.
“Shhh.” She cradles him in her arms and lovingly runs a fingertip over his lips while cooing, “My baby boy.”
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Meanwhile, at the Talon…
Jimmy can’t really explain why he’s here.
He knows why he’s in Smallville. It’s his day off from work and when he woke up this morning he got the brilliant idea of accidentally running into Clark Kent’s hot cousin. She has an otherworldly quality and he’d like to get to know her better.
But as he was driving down Main Street with his elbow out the window and the wind blowing through his hair he inexplicably started thinking about Chloe. They broke up awhile ago and he thought he was ready to move on, but for some reason he couldn’t stop thinking about her sweet, sweet ass.
Without meaning to, he found himself at the Talon, walking up the stairs to her apartment and knocking on her door.
Maybe she has the day off too. Maybe she’d let him look at her sweet, sweet ass. Maybe she’d let him touch her sweet, sweet ass.
He knocks again. No one’s answering. She can’t still be mad at him for dumping her, can she? Nahhh, that’s not possible. Especially when she hears all he has to say about her sweet, sweet ass.
He tries the doorknob, but it’s locked.
“Chloe.” He pounds his fist against the door. “Chloe, let me in.”
Why is she doing this to him? How can she selfishly keep her ass to herself?
He pounds harder, but he’s not pounding with his fist. No, now he’s pounding with his hips.
Hmmm. It’s not half bad. Sure, it’s sort of the opposite of Chloe’s ass; it isn’t curvy or soft at all, but in a pinch it’ll have to do.
No! He can’t make love to a door. That’s just wrong. He needs Chloe.
Still thrusting wildly at the door he pulls his phone from his pocket and calls Chloe’s cell.
“Jimmy?” she says as she answers.
“Let me in, darn it!” he screams. “I’m going to explode!”
“Is something wrong?” a voice says behind him.
He flips his phone shut and spins around, almost knocking the poor woman off the landing with his massive erection.
“I have a key if you want to get in,” she says.
“Thanks Lana,” he says as he tries to catch his breath. “That would be a big help.”
(tbc)
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