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Clark stepped away from her outstretched hand. "Chloe," he said, his voice choked. "That's a really bad idea."
He'd put the ring on himself earlier in the evening, but subsequent events had shown him what a lousy idea it was, and reminded him that messing around with red K was a lot like messing around with dynamite, only more so. He didn't particularly want to be stupid and reckless twice in the same evening. That would be a new record, even for him.
"See," Chloe said, "you're letting yourself overthink things again, Clark. You need to relax. The red K helps you chill out."
"It also turns me into a criminal. This is not a good thing."
She shrugged. "You only start getting really out of control after you've been on it for a while."
"And what if Kal doesn't want to take it off when you're done with him? Have you thought about that?"
"Of course I've thought about it. That's why you're not going to wear it. I am."
His eyebrows shot up. "Huh?"
"I'm going to wear the ring," she said, sliding it onto her right thumb. "That way it'll be close enough to affect you, but hopefully not so close that it'll make you crazy, or turn you into a major jerk. And then when we're, uh, done, I'll put it away."
He tilted his head and considered that. "What if Kal decides he wants it on his finger and takes it by force? You can't possibly keep it away from him if he doesn't want you to."
"I really wish you wouldn't talk about Kal in the third person," she said, sounding exasperated. "I told you before, you and Kal are the same person."
"Only he's an asshole."
"We all have dark places, Clark. The only difference is, humans get to keep them hidden. Yours get loose, take over your body, and go out for a walk every so often."
"So I'm schizophrenic as well as neurotic?"
"Like you said before, you're not human. I'm not sure those terms can really be applied to you. You're... different."
He sighed. "You still haven't answered my question. What if Kal doesn't want to go quietly back into the dark? What if he wants to stay in charge?"
"Don't worry about Kal," she said. "I think I can talk him out of the ring if I have to." She took a step closer to him. "The person I'm worried about here is you, Clark. We need to get you past these fears, or you're never going to be able to have a normal adult relationship."
"I just don't want to ever get out of control that way again."
"So you were willing to risk losing control in order to have sex with complete strangers, but not for me? I thought I meant something to you, Clark."
He winced at the sharp words. "Ow, Chloe. You fight dirty."
"You need someone to fight for you, Clark," she said, more gently. "If you're telling me the truth, if I really mean something to you, then I'm not giving you up without a fight. Even if I have to fight you."
He stared at her, seeing her wide, expressive eyes, seeing the way her hair glowed in the moonlight, seeing her curvy body poured into that sexy dress. "I'm telling you the truth, Chlo," he said softly. "You mean a hell of a lot to me."
"Well, then. Quit thinking so damn much and kiss me."
He studied her for a moment longer, then felt the corners of his mouth twitch up. "You're just after my body."
"Damned straight." She grinned back at him. "So. Are you willing to give this a shot?"
"What if I hurt you?" He felt fear twisting in his chest at the thought.
"You know you're not going to hurt me, Clark. You would never have put this ring on and gone out on the prowl if you'd thought there was the slightest chance you'd hurt a girl. Kal might not care, but you do. Intellectually, you know perfectly well that your fears are irrational. You won't hurt me."
"But I could, Chlo." Anxiety beat at him in waves, and his heart pounded in a frantic tempo.
"You won't," she said with absolute certainty.
She stepped forward and put her right hand on his arm, and suddenly the anxiety faded. A warm feeling of confidence and sexual power filled him, and he suddenly remembered that he was seriously turned on. He ached like he'd been hard for the better part of the evening.
Hell, he felt like he'd been hard for the past three years.
He put his arms around her waist, yanked her against him, and claimed her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss.
All of Kal's uncertainties slid away as Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck, the ring on her thumb glowing red in the darkness. She felt warm and soft and totally desirable in his arms, so good that he wasn't sure why on earth he'd waited for three years. All his anxieties seemed silly and remote now, so distant he could hardly remember them.
She slid a leg between his thighs, bringing them into even closer contact, and he groaned aloud as she pressed her body against his erection, with just the right amount of pressure to somehow ease his need and at the same time make it more urgent.
Her hands were flat against the nape of his neck, and he could feel the effect of the red K burning through his veins. Green kryptonite could affect him from several feet away, but red K was different, only affecting him when it was within the electromagnetic aura that emanated from his body and surrounded him with a protective field. But there was no doubt that it was close enough to him right now. He could feel confidence sizzling through him, making him forget any anxiety he'd ever had.
Her hands slid down his back, under his t-shirt, and this time he didn't flinch away nervously. He groaned and shuddered at the feel of her hands against his fevered skin. She ran her hands all over his back, then tugged the shirt off over his head and began to kiss his chest.
The feel of her soft lips on his bare skin dragged another low moan out of him. He was hot and desperate for sexual release, bursting with three years of thwarted longings, three years of secret fantasies and hidden needs, and every touch of her hands and mouth only made him burn more.
Her lips were everywhere, kissing his throat and his shoulders, then she moved lower, flicking her tongue lightly over his nipples, startling a gasp from him. Then her mouth trailed down his abdomen, toward his navel, and then even lower.
Her hands worked at his jeans, and she unfastened them, then pushed them and his boxers down, out of her way. He looked down at her, watching as she wrapped her small hand around his cock and pulled it toward her, the ring on her thumb glowing crimson.
He was so hard and so hot that just the touch of her hand was almost enough to make him come. But then she leaned forward, and he watched her tongue slip out between her lips, and a frantic spasm of need shook him.
He ground his teeth together, but the slow, wet slide of her tongue against him was beyond anything he'd ever imagined, and he couldn't stop himself from crying out. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes and just let himself give into the pleasure that swept through him.
Clark would have been embarrassed. Kal wasn't.
"I wanted to do this earlier," she whispered, every word a soft puff of air against his hot flesh. "I really did."
"I wanted you to do it," he answered hoarsely. "I really did."
She licked him some more, sliding her tongue all over him, tasting his moisture, tracing every ridge of his erection, until his back arched and his muscles stiffened and he thought his knees were going to buckle.
"So," she said at last, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. "Want me to take you into my mouth?"
"I'll take that as a yes."
Inch by inch, she drew him into her mouth, and he sighed and groaned and buried his fingers in her hair, holding her against him as he thrust into the hot depths of her mouth. Some remnant of his more civilized half made sure he didn't slam into her too hard, or pull her hair too tightly, but he didn't hesitate to demand more from her, either. She gave him everything he wanted, her wet mouth sliding up and down his thick shaft, her soft hands caressing his legs and ass and balls.
Pleasure swelled in him, so intense that he began to cry out with every movement, his voice hoarse and rough. His cock started to jerk convulsively, and he tugged at her hair.
She pulled away from him and looked up, her eyes bright even in the darkness. "Are you sure you want me to stop?"
"Yes." He yanked at her arms, pulling her up to a standing position, none too gently. "I'm going to fuck you now," he growled in her ear.
A shiver ran through her. She tangled her hands in his hair and looked into his eyes.
"About time," she said.
He kissed her hard, a long, deep kiss, tasting himself on her mouth, a vivid reminder of the intimate way she'd made love to him. His knees gave out, and he pulled her to the grass, yanked up the skirt of her crimson dress, ripped her underwear in two, and rolled on top of her, all in one superfast motion. She cried out as his cock pressed against her, and he paused, feeling a flicker of concern.
"Chloe? You okay?"
"I'm okay," she said softly, and he realized her hand had fallen onto the grass, away from him, so that Kal had temporarily retreated a bit. "You just startled me."
Anxiety started to pour through him. "Oh, my God. I hurt you, didn't I?"
"Oh, for God's sake," she said, moving her hand back to his shoulder. "Shut up and fuck me, Clark."
The ring glowed, filling him with confidence. His panic faded, and he positioned himself between her thighs and slammed into her soft, warm body.
She was wet and ready for him, even though he hadn't done a damn thing to prepare her. Kal had never been one to worry about other people's needs. But she felt good, which was pretty much all he cared about right now. His body slid deeply into hers, and he stiffened, groaning, struggling to stave off his orgasm.
It wasn't easy, because he was already so far gone. His balls ached, so tight they almost hurt, his cock throbbed, and his skin was slick with sweat. She wrapped her legs around his hips, letting him sink into her even more deeply. He did, rocking into her in a fast, hungry rhythm, and she moved eagerly against him, moaning with need.
He buried his face against her throat, smelling her sweat and the scent of her arousal, smelling the grass crushed beneath their bodies. The warm breeze blew across his bare shoulders, caressing him along with her fingers.
Her left hand was stroking his back, but he suddenly realized she'd dropped her right hand into the grass again. All his artificial confidence fell away, and the feeling of panic rose in him again, along with the horrible fear that he was going to hurt her.
But she was moving against him frantically, her body shivering, her voice groaning in his ear, and he couldn't stop himself, fears or no fears.
His hips jerked wildly, and he cried out, coming in a long, violent climax, wave after wave of pleasure exploding through his body. He shuddered all over with the force of his release, gasping for breath, listening to her crying out as he thrust deep and hard inside her, flooding her with his come.
After three years of need and longing and lonely fantasies, making love to Chloe Sullivan was everything he'd ever imagined, and then some.
Read Chapter 8 here.