Chlark Fanfic: The Perfect Gift, Chapter 14
I'm having a 'Screw Canon' moment.
So here's some Chlark smut.
Enjoy! Sorry for the long wait.
(PS: Chapter is rated NC-17, so if you are under eighteen, please look away now. Thanks.)
Title: The Perfect Gift (a.k.a Five Times Clark got Chloe a Birthday Pressie)
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wall-toWall Smuttinski
Timeline: Seasons 1 - 5
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark attempts to get the perfect birthday present for Chloe, with hilarious results.
Feedback: Oh yeah, baby, right there... J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 14
Clark grinned down at the woman in his arms as he walked into one of the larger corner stables in the barn and gently set her on her feet.
“Okay, take a look,” he said softly. “It’s not much, but…”
Chloe turned around and her eyes widened in glee at the transformation. He had quickly but artfully arranged a lush, high pile of hay in the corner which he had padded and covered with several blankets, including the comforter from his room. He had also hung fairly lights all around the top walls of the stable, which illuminated the cosy room with soft light.
“Wow,” she whispered, her lips curving in a smile as she looked up at him admiringly. “My very own literal lovenest. That’s so sweet, Clark, thank you.”
He smiled back. “You’re welcome. Wanna try it out?”
“Oh, yeah.” She stepped forward, but Clark swung her into his arms again and brushed a finger along the ruffled décolletage of her scarlet teddy.
“This has to come off first,” he said huskily as his fingers travelled to her shoulders. “All of it. Do you mind?”
She shook her head slyly. “Not if you join me.”
Oh, he was definitely up for that - in more ways than one.
“Deal.” Clark hooked his fingers into the straps at her shoulders and slowly slid them down her arms, over her hips and past her thighs until the smooth fabric lay in a soft heap on the floor.
Chloe stepped out of the small pile of red fabric and stood before him completely unclothed. He found his throat suddenly dry and his pants suddenly tight as he stared at her, his hungry gaze going from the top of her blonde head to the tips of her toes, appreciating everything in-between.
“You’re stunning,” he managed to croak past the dryness in his throat.
She blushed. “And you promised to get naked with me, dude.”
“That I did.” In the blink of an eye, his clothing disappeared until they stood there, facing each other in all their naked glory.
“God, there is so much I want to do with you,” he said thickly, curling his hands into her hips as he held her slightly apart from him so he could stare at her breasts.
“The feeling’s mutual,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck and rising up on her tiptoes to press soft kisses to the vein throbbing in his throat. Clark lowered his head and found her lips with his, pulling her hips forward until she was fused against him. His sensitive shaft rubbed against the soft skin of her belly and he groaned hard as he stiffened further, lifting her off her feet completely and wrapping her legs around his waist.
Clark stumbled idly forward until he got to the edge of the shoulder-high makeshift haystack bed, and deposited her in the centre of it.
Chloe giggled loudly. “I feel like a silly princess up here!” she laughed. “Why on earth did you stack this thing so high?”
Clark’s eyes flashed with lust as he grabbed her legs and settled them on his shoulders. “Why do you think?” he murmured, his breath tickling the sensitive skin between her thighs.
Chloe’s eyes widened in realisation, and he grinned up at her as he tightened his hold on her thighs and gave her moist crease a deep, slow lick. She moaned and shivered lightly from the intimate caress, her hands bunching into the fabric of the comforter beneath her.
“Again,” she pleaded. He did as she asked, pushing her thighs further apart and making bold, sweeping strokes over her intimate flesh with his tongue, revelling in the musky, spicy taste of her. Chloe’s thighs fell open even further and he pressed his tongue to her clit, moving it in small circles, flicking and licking her over and over as her voice rose in a keen cry.
It was very good thing that they’d relocated to the farm, because damn, Chloe was a loud one. One of her hands left the bed and he felt her fingers burrow their way into his hair rather roughly. He pushed his tongue deep into her moist warmth and thrust in and out, the ache in his groin turning painful as the taste of her increased his arousal a hundred fold. He moaned against her heated flesh, and Chloe quivered and trembled as her orgasm approached, her voice rising with every thrust of his tongue.
“Clark, please,” she sobbed, her hand tightening in his hair. “Oh, God…”
She was definitely close to coming; he could read the signs of her body like an open book now. Clark kept a firm hold on her hips as he returned his tongue to her clitoris, licking the engorged nub with firm strokes as her voice rose even higher.
The dam finally broke within her and she shuddered wildly and screamed as she came, and came hard. Chloe dug her heels into his back and her hand clutched his hair so tightly that if he hadn’t been invulnerable, he’d be sporting a palm-sized bald patch where she’d have inadvertently ripped his hair out. It went on and on, and he stroked her trembling thighs as she crested the waves of desire and rode out the delicious storm.
When the last of the tremors had run through her she slumped back onto the blanketed straw, breathing deeply. Clark lifted his head and climbed up onto the haystack, lying alongside her. Chloe gazed up at him with wide eyes, breathing as hard as if she’d just run a 20k marathon at sprint speed.
A heady, manly sort of pride washed over him. “I love making you come,” he murmured, brushing her hair off her forehead and smiling down at her flushed face. “You’re just so…so open and honest and completely uninhibited.”
She grinned shyly, her cheeks reddening even further. “You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel that way,” she said quietly.
Her softly spoken words warmed his heart and filled him with an extraordinary sense of achievement. “You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that,” he replied, stroking her lips with his thumb. “If I’m going to be honest, I’ll say it’s the same with me, too; you’ve always had a spot in my heart that no-one else could ever touch.”
“What took us so long?” she whispered, baffled. “We’ve always been into each other. Why haven’t we ever done this before?”
He gave a loud sigh of regret. He knew why; his damned obsession with Lana. But there was no point dwelling on the past; not when there was a beautiful, naked blonde in his arms still breathing hard from the pleasure he’d just given her.
“Because I’m stupid?” he offered, twining his fingers with hers.
“No, because I’m stupid,” she replied with a sigh. “I should never have suggested we just be ‘really good friends’ after the tornado. I guess I was trying to save myself the pain of heartbreak down the line.”
Clark grimaced. “Well, I should have kicked against it, and I didn’t, so I guess ‘because we’re stupid’ is the right answer.”
“Probably,” she mused. “What a pair of ninnies we are.”
He nodded wryly. “Well, we’re together now, and that’s all that matters,” he said, wrapping an arm around her and gathering her close. “And there’s so much more I want to do to you, so don’t even think of going to sleep on me just yet.”
She grinned and slid a leg up the length of his thigh. “I wouldn’t dream of it. So…what other freaky sex tricks have you got up your sleeve?”
His eyes darkened with desire. “Close your eyes,” he said huskily.
She blinked. “I’ve already seen all there is to see, Clark. This is a hell of a time for you to get shy on me.”
He rolled his eyes. “Just…humor me. Go on; close your eyes.”
She shrugged. “Alright.” Her lashes dropped over her eyes and she bit her lip in anticipation. As soon as he was sure she wasn’t peeking, Clark reached within the haystack for the object he’d stashed there earlier, smiling in satisfaction as his hand closed around the smooth cylindrical shaft.
“Is it a sex toy?” she asked excitedly, her eyes flying open.
“Chloe!”
Her hands went up in mock surrender. “Only asking.”
“Just…keep your eyes closed, and don’t open them until I tell you to!” he said, scandalised.
“Fine,” she sighed. “But you can’t blame me for being curious.”
“Even you can wait just a few more seconds,” he grumbled. “A sex toy, honestly…” He pulled out the bottle of olive oil he’d snagged from the kitchen and unscrewed the top, then briefly used his heat vision to warm it to a suitable temperature.
“Hey, they could be fun,” she retorted, her eyes squeezed shut.
“So could this.” Carefully he tilted the bottle and drizzled warm oil all over her breasts. The slick fluid ran over her skin in slow rivulets, spreading outwards in tantalising little streams down her sides and towards her belly.
“You can open your eyes now,” he said, his voice gritty.
Her eyes fluttered open and went straight to the bottle in his hand.
“Cooking oil?” she said incredulously, her eyes widening. “You doused me with cooking oil?”
“It’s olive oil, and people do a whole lot more than cook with it, Chloe,” he said defensively.
“Did you or did you not get it from your kitchen?” she challenged.
“Semantics.” Clark splayed his hands over her middle and stroked upwards, cupping her breasts with his slick hands.
“Whoa,” she breathed. “Oh, wow…”
“You feel amazing,” he said reverently. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”
Her lubricated skin gleamed in the muted light and he squeezed the firm flesh in his hands, teasing her slick nipples with his fingers. The firm buds hardened at his touch and she groaned loudly, arching her back in pleasure.
He’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Her hands reached over her head and she stretched sinuously, like a graceful feline. Swallowing hard as his body reacted to her movements, he sat back on his haunches and lifted one of her legs and settled it on his shoulder. He reached for the bottle again and tipped it over her knee, watching the oil travel slowly down her leg towards her inner thigh.
Clark’s hands followed the trail of the oil and he traced circular patterns on her leg through the slick moisture, trailing his finger lower. Chloe gasped and strained towards his hand, but he drew it back up her leg and spread his fingers, smoothing the oil into her skin.
“Now who’s a tease?” she accused breathlessly as he massaged her glistening skin.
He grinned. “I’ll get there. Eventually.” He continued to stroke her leg, moving his hand closer and closer to her moist core, only to brush his fingers over her with a maddeningly light touch and move on to the smooth skin of her belly.
Chloe growled and reached for the bottle herself. Without ceremony she lifted it around him and tilted it over his back, a satisfied smile crossing her face as the oil dripped down his sides. Quickly she moistened her hands in the slick moisture and ran her hands up and down his sides and over his back.
Her touch was electrifying. “Chloe,” he whispered, his voice strained with desire. She caressed him all over; smoothing her hands over his arms and up and down his chest, toying with his nipples and scraping her thumbnails over them.
Clark inhaled raggedly as his cock hardened until it felt like sheathed steel. Precome trickled from him, moistening her inner thighs and making them even more slink than they already were. Lowering himself over her, he slid the length of his body along hers, their slick skin rubbing smoothly together.
Chloe moaned and her nipples pebbled against his skin. She wrapped her arms around him, opening her thighs so that his straining cock glided wetly between her thighs and nudged her intimately. The sweet friction almost broke him, and the only thing that stopped him from coming all over her was the thought of how good it would actually feel to come inside her.
His breathing quickened and he readied himself above her, holding her legs wide apart as he pressed his blunt tip to her entrance and began to press forward.
“Clark, wait!” she gasped. “We need protection.”
“Fuck!” he swore, pulling out of her. “I totally forgot…”
“It’s okay, I almost did too,” she said reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it, I have some in my purse -”
“Mine are closer,” he rasped, digging into the haystack and groping around until his hands closed around a small box. “A-ha,” he said triumphantly as he unearthed the condoms and held the pack aloft.
“Wow,” she smiled I amazement. “Massage oil, condoms…makes me wonder what else you got stashed away in here, Clark.”
He gave a short laugh as he opened the box and fumbled with the row of small, foil packets. “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.” He ripped the foil open and quickly rolled the condom on as Chloe reached for the box and studied the label.
“Durex Pleasuremax?” she said sceptically. “I sincerely hope so.”
He gave her a lascivious leer. “Trust me, Chloe,” he said as he moved back over her and parted her thighs with his hand. “Maximum pleasure is what I’m aiming for.”
***
Chapter 15…