Season 7 (spoilers for "Persona")
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Read Chapter 3 here.
Read the story from the beginning here.
On red K, Clark was always hard to handle. In more ways than one.
Chloe felt herself melting against the tile wall of the bathroom as he blew in her ear, still holding her effortlessly off the floor. His big body was pressed up against hers, rigid and sweaty and hot, and she could feel her own body responding to his nearness with a rush of humid warmth.
She wanted him. Definitely, she wanted him.
Just not like this.
She summoned every bit of self-discipline she had, put her hands on his shoulders, and looked into his eyes.
"Get rid of the red K first," she said.
"Chloe." He gave her that expression that he could only produce when he was on red K, a heavy-lidded, sensual look that would make a nun rip her habit off and jump on him. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't be difficult."
He never called her sweetheart. But Clark on red K-- Kal, as he'd called himself over the summer he'd been on red K, way back when-- could turn on the charm to get what he wanted, in a way ordinary everyday Clark couldn't. Kal didn't mean the endearment, and she knew it. He just wanted to get into her pants.
Well, if she were wearing pants.
But she could imagine him using that word on just about anyone, even a complete stranger, with that sexy little curve of his mouth. Kal was a horndog, the pure id side of Clark. He was always looking for a rush, a thrill, a fistfight or an easy lay.
But maybe not this time. Because he could have had Lana, after all. It sounded like Lana had slipped him the red K in order to coerce him into sex. And yet he hadn't fallen into bed with her.
He'd come to find Chloe instead.
The thought sent a little bolt of pleasure through her. She'd known for a while that their relationship was shifting, from platonic friendship to something a lot deeper and more meaningful. She'd been pretty sure Clark felt it, too. And now, suddenly, she was sure of it.
Because even when he was stripped down to pure id, Clark wanted her more than he wanted anyone else.
Warmth flooded her, and she slid her arms around him.
"Okay," she answered. "Make love to me, Clark."
Kal let himself press into Chloe's sweet, warm pussy, just a bit. The head of his cock glided into her slick body, and it felt so good he almost came in a hot rush, right there. And honestly, he was so self-absorbed on red K that he wouldn't have minded all that much, except it occurred to him that it would feel even better if he held back for a few minutes.
He gritted his teeth and managed to stop himself from coming.
He could feel her shivering in his arms. His hands slid over her, tweaking her nipples and caressing her ass, and she made a little whimpering sound and pressed her face against his shoulder. "Yes, Clark."
"Chlo." He pushed into her just a little further. She was so fucking hot, the best thing he'd ever felt, and he groaned. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, Chlo."
"Me too." Her voice was a bare whisper, and her hands slid down to his ass, delving beneath his boxers and touching his bare skin, pulling him closer.
He thrust a little further into her, because it wasn't polite to keep a lady waiting. Her thighs wrapped around him more tightly, clinging to him, and he couldn't stop himself from sinking all the way into her.
Yes. She felt like heaven, and he shuddered as words rose to his lips, words he never, ever would have dared to let out of his mouth if he wasn't on red K. Words that came from the deepest part of him. Words that were so true they were painful.
"Chlo," he whispered. "I love you, Chloe."
Read Chapter 5 here.