Hopelessly Devoted, Chapter 5

Clark/Chloe
Season 4, during "Devoted"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the WB and DC Comics, not to me

Chloe was still breathing hard underneath me, her arms squeezing my ribs so tightly that I think it would have hurt anyone else. I discovered I liked the feel of her arms around me, the feel of her body wound around mine. I pressed my face into her neck, struggling to control myself. Her scent didn't do much for my self-control, though, because she smelled like vanilla and sweat and arousal. I felt another one of those irresistible shivers go through me.

"Clark," she whispered in my ear. "What's wrong?"

Nothing was wrong, aside from the fact that I was about to die of a terminal hard-on. I'm pretty sure that condition can be fatal if not treated. Seriously. I was desperate to take care of the problem, because that would be a hell of an embarrassing thing to have engraved on my tombstone. Here lies Clark Kent. He died of an incurable erection.

But I reminded myself that I was trying to make this good for her, not just for me, which meant I had to go slow, even if I didn't really want to. "Nothing's wrong," I answered softly. "I just thought you might need a couple of minutes to recover."

"Trust me, I'm recovered," she said, her voice as perky as ever, and moved her hips against mine.

Instantly a shock of pleasure pulsed through me, and I groaned against her throat. The thin layer of material was still between us, but she felt so scalding hot that it hardly mattered. "God, Chloe. Don't do that."

She sounded disappointed. "You don't like it?"

"I like it fine." I think it's the most incredible thing anyone's ever done to me. "I just think maybe you ought to stop." Because if you don't stop now, I'm going to totally lose it. "Before things get out of hand." Which they already are, come to think of it.

"Why would I stop?"

Good question. I couldn't find an answer, especially not when she moved against me again. Flame shot through me, my body jerked in response, and I practically sobbed against her neck. Real macho, I know, but I was dying here. I swear.

"Clark," she whispered, running her hands through my hair. "Have you ever done anything like this with a girl before?"

Only with you, I almost answered, but caught myself in time. Chloe didn't remember the red K/parasite incident, and I sure as hell didn't want to bring it up now, because she'd want to talk about it. Talking was not high on my to-do list right now.

Anyway, we'd made out pretty seriously that time, but it hadn't gotten this far. Although I'm pretty sure it would have if we hadn't been interrupted. Because Chloe is totally sexy.

Not that I'd ever let myself admit that before, but it was true. She was so sexy I couldn't imagine why I hadn't tried to grab her before now. Somehow I'd always seen her as a buddy, one of the guys, but that just proved I was stupid, or blind, or maybe both. Because Chloe definitely wasn't one of the guys.

"Not really," I said at last. My voice sounded kind of funny, harsh and gravelly, like I had a frog in my throat. "I mean, not this much."

I didn't like admitting my inexperience, but she didn't seem to mind. "Cool," she whispered, and moved her hips against mine.

This time she didn't stop, but kept rubbing against me. She dropped her hands to my hips, pulling me against her in a steady rhythm, refusing to let me pull away. Of course I'm much stronger, and I could have gotten away from her if I wanted to, but getting away from her was the absolute last thing I wanted to do.

She felt hot and slick and soft against me. I heard a long, low noise come out of my throat, a growling sound of agony or ecstasy or maybe both, but I was way beyond caring at this point. I was being consumed by an aching, frantic need, a desperation so intense that I don't think I could have stopped even if my mom came back up the stairs.

Hell, half of the population of Smallville could have been standing there watching us, and I wouldn't have given a damn. I'd never been so wrapped up in a girl before, never been so totally turned on by the touch of her hands and the smell of her hair and the feel of her skin against mine. All of a sudden I remembered Chloe had told me I was going to fall in love with her by the end of the night.

I began to wonder if she was right.

She started making a little sound of pleasure with every movement of our bodies, and her fingers sank into my ass, gripping me like she was about to lose it again. I couldn't believe how responsive she was, how much she seemed to like what we were doing, and her responses drove me that much closer to an orgasm. My skin was wet with sweat, I was shaking hard, and I realized I was whispering her name in her ear, over and over again.

Her lips were all over my throat, my jaw, my cheeks, and I loved the feel of her mouth against my skin. Our movements got faster and more urgent, so hard I was a little afraid I might hurt her, but she seemed not to mind, so I guess I wasn't being overly rough.

In fact she seemed to like it a lot. All of a sudden her muscles stiffened again, her back arched, and her breath hitched in her throat.

I wanted to watch her again, but I couldn't have opened my eyes if my life depended on it. I was way too far out of control. The feel of her body moving frantically against mine was too much for me, and I just couldn't take it any more.

My head arched back, my jaw clenched, and I felt every muscle in my body tense. And then all of a sudden a nuclear explosion went off inside me.

At least that's what it felt like. Ecstasy washed over me in wave after wave as I came in long, hot spasms, my body shuddering endlessly. It felt so damn good I couldn't stop myself from crying out. Chloe was crying out right along with me, though, so I didn't much care.

At last I could breathe again. I collapsed against her, limp and boneless, totally overwhelmed, completely blown away, and pressed my face into her neck, inhaling her fragrance.

"Chloe," I whispered. I'm not sure why. I just wanted to say her name for some reason.

She turned her head and spoke into my hair in a bare whisper. "Clark," she murmured. "I'm devoted to you."

Something about that soft sentence totally melted my heart. God help me. She'd told me she was going to make me fall in love with her tonight, and she'd been right. Or maybe I'd been in love with her for a long time and just hadn't noticed. I wasn't sure.

But all of a sudden I realized I was devoted to her too.

Read Chapter 6 here.