Ficlet: Cat In The Cream 1/1 Lionel/Chloe NC17
Title: Cat In The Cream
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 644
Summary: Smut
Spoilers: Set oh sometime post Chloe working at the Planet
Disclaimer: Smallville isn't gonna want these two back but I don't own them. If I did, they'd be doing it all the time on the show.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets for prompt #22, Whipped Cream
Taking the lid off her mocha, Chloe took a sip and sighed happily at the double jolt of chocolate and caffeine. As she sipped and savored, she flipped through her email messages on her phone, and frowned at seeing several from a Luthorcorp address.
"Miss Sullivan."
For a split second she wondered how her email was talking to her, then the caffeine went to work again and she blinked up at Lionel who sat on one hip on the edge of her desk.
"Did you know you have whipped cream all over your lips?" His voice was husky, sending shivers through her, and before she could think to stop herself, she licked her lips.
He groaned, the sound almost imperceptible, though she quickly looked around the office to see if anyone was paying attention to them.
A few, but too far away to have heard him and most likely simply wondering why one of the most powerful and wealthy men in the city was sitting on her desk.
"I have some time now for that interview," Lionel said in a normal speaking voice while his eyes bored into hers. "Is there somewhere we can have some privacy?"
"Of course, Mr. Luthor." Chloe managed not to fall over her feet as she rose, grabbed her bag and coffee and led the way to a small conference room. Another shiver went through her when she heard him turn the lock on the door behind them.
Coming up behind her, Lionel took her shoulders, and caressed her arms as he dragged her jacket down and off, first one arm, then the other. "Take another drink," he ordered, and she did so, somehow managing to keep her hand steady enough not to drop the cup.
He spun her and devoured her lips, licking away the cream and tasting the chocolate. "Temptress," he murmured into her mouth before kissing her again and his hands moved to her breasts, caressing her through thin silk until she moaned and clutched at his shoulder with her free hand. "Shall we see if you're creamy all over?"
Chloe turned bright red and, as he lifted her onto the conference table, began to tremble. Putting down the cup before she spilled it, she watched Lionel drop to his knees and reach for her thighs. As he parted them, he tugged her skirt up, then placed one hand on her stomach and pushed her back. She went to her elbows, her eyes never leaving his face, and she saw him lick his lips and heat pounded through her. Lifting her hips, she helped him remove her tiny lace panties, then moaned as he scooted her towards him, the wood of the table hard and cool on her naked bottom.
His thumbs rubbed the creases of her thighs, and he followed the touch with his tongue, licking at her heated skin. His fingers glided along her wet cleft and parted the folds of flesh and his teeth nipped at her until she fell back flat and buried her cries in her inner elbow. Lionel lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and ran his tongue around her clit until she shook and arched her hips off the table, then he closed his lips over the swollen nubbin and sucked until she came.
When she stopped shaking and moaning, Chloe opened her eyes and saw Lionel on his feet, wiping his face with a handkerchief. He smirked at her and ran his eyes from her flushed face to her quivering thighs, and said softly, "Nice and creamy."
"Jesus, Lionel." Embarrassed and still aroused, she pushed herself up and tugged down her skirt.
"We'll finish this interview at my place, tonight, eight o'clock. Don't be late or we'll see if you cream when whipped."
He left her there, gaping and tingling and fumbling for her lukewarm coffee.
End
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 644
Summary: Smut
Spoilers: Set oh sometime post Chloe working at the Planet
Disclaimer: Smallville isn't gonna want these two back but I don't own them. If I did, they'd be doing it all the time on the show.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets for prompt #22, Whipped Cream
Taking the lid off her mocha, Chloe took a sip and sighed happily at the double jolt of chocolate and caffeine. As she sipped and savored, she flipped through her email messages on her phone, and frowned at seeing several from a Luthorcorp address.
"Miss Sullivan."
For a split second she wondered how her email was talking to her, then the caffeine went to work again and she blinked up at Lionel who sat on one hip on the edge of her desk.
"Did you know you have whipped cream all over your lips?" His voice was husky, sending shivers through her, and before she could think to stop herself, she licked her lips.
He groaned, the sound almost imperceptible, though she quickly looked around the office to see if anyone was paying attention to them.
A few, but too far away to have heard him and most likely simply wondering why one of the most powerful and wealthy men in the city was sitting on her desk.
"I have some time now for that interview," Lionel said in a normal speaking voice while his eyes bored into hers. "Is there somewhere we can have some privacy?"
"Of course, Mr. Luthor." Chloe managed not to fall over her feet as she rose, grabbed her bag and coffee and led the way to a small conference room. Another shiver went through her when she heard him turn the lock on the door behind them.
Coming up behind her, Lionel took her shoulders, and caressed her arms as he dragged her jacket down and off, first one arm, then the other. "Take another drink," he ordered, and she did so, somehow managing to keep her hand steady enough not to drop the cup.
He spun her and devoured her lips, licking away the cream and tasting the chocolate. "Temptress," he murmured into her mouth before kissing her again and his hands moved to her breasts, caressing her through thin silk until she moaned and clutched at his shoulder with her free hand. "Shall we see if you're creamy all over?"
Chloe turned bright red and, as he lifted her onto the conference table, began to tremble. Putting down the cup before she spilled it, she watched Lionel drop to his knees and reach for her thighs. As he parted them, he tugged her skirt up, then placed one hand on her stomach and pushed her back. She went to her elbows, her eyes never leaving his face, and she saw him lick his lips and heat pounded through her. Lifting her hips, she helped him remove her tiny lace panties, then moaned as he scooted her towards him, the wood of the table hard and cool on her naked bottom.
His thumbs rubbed the creases of her thighs, and he followed the touch with his tongue, licking at her heated skin. His fingers glided along her wet cleft and parted the folds of flesh and his teeth nipped at her until she fell back flat and buried her cries in her inner elbow. Lionel lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and ran his tongue around her clit until she shook and arched her hips off the table, then he closed his lips over the swollen nubbin and sucked until she came.
When she stopped shaking and moaning, Chloe opened her eyes and saw Lionel on his feet, wiping his face with a handkerchief. He smirked at her and ran his eyes from her flushed face to her quivering thighs, and said softly, "Nice and creamy."
"Jesus, Lionel." Embarrassed and still aroused, she pushed herself up and tugged down her skirt.
"We'll finish this interview at my place, tonight, eight o'clock. Don't be late or we'll see if you cream when whipped."
He left her there, gaping and tingling and fumbling for her lukewarm coffee.
End