Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Note: Written at the request of CircularTime, and along a general plotline she suggested.
Read the story from the beginning here.
Read Chapter 4 here.
Lex stared down at her for a moment, his gaze chilly. And then he suddenly gave a sharp bark of laughter, although there was no humor in his eyes. He reached down and hauled her to her feet, twisting her around and yanking her up against him, her back against his front. She could feel his hot erection pressing into her ass like a brand.
"Play with fire," he growled in her ear, "and you're likely to get burned."
She tried to ignore the sensation of his cock against her skin, so temptingly close to where she needed it. "Ooooh, that's original," she mocked. "Got any other cliches you'd like to share?"
"You are seriously pissing me off, Miss Sullivan." He dug his fingers into her upper arms, dragging her forcibly toward the bed. Lex wasn't a really big guy, but he was a lot stronger than she was. Not that she was really fighting him, anyway.
The unfortunate truth was that the bed was exactly where she wanted to be at this point.
But he didn't go to the bed. He paused in front of the full-length mirror that sat in one corner. She looked into the mirror, seeing her naked body, fully exposed, while he was hidden behind her.
"Look at yourself," he whispered in her ear. "You're beautiful, Chloe. And no one appreciates it, do they?"
His words struck right to the heart of her deepest insecurities. Lex had a talent for finding his enemies' greatest weaknesses and exploiting them, and that was undeniably one of hers. Chloe was very, very lacking in confidence about her looks. For years, Clark had been in pursuit of the lovely Lana, while rarely noticing that Chloe was female. It hadn't helped when Jimmy had dumped her for a more beautiful blonde he barely knew.
For whatever reason, men didn't see her as beautiful. She was the smart one, the loyal one, the fun one... but never the beautiful one.
She looked away from the sight of herself in the mirror. "I'm not beautiful," she answered tersely.
"You are incredibly beautiful." Lex sounded sincere, but she tried to steel herself against his words, because she knew that he was just playing her. Lex always played people. Even so, she couldn't prevent a rush of heat from filling her at the words, words she'd always wanted to hear. "Look at yourself, Chloe. Look at your body."
His long, slender fingers played with her breast, cupping it, as his thumb teased her nipple. She couldn't help looking back into the mirror, watching her nipple harden as his hand moved over her bare skin.
His other hand reached around and slid down her abdomen, slipping between her legs. The sight of Lex Luthor touching her this way was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. She stared, riveted, unable to look away.
"You're so wet for me," he whispered in her ear. "You're so ready the inside of your thighs are wet. You want me to fuck you, don't you, Chloe?"
She was too honest to deny it. She wouldn't be standing here with Lex, both of them stark naked, if she didn't want to have sex with him.
"Yes," she whispered.
At her acquiescence, his fingers delved between her legs. He moistened the pad of his finger with her cream, then found her swollen clit and began stroking, very slowly. She moaned, closing her eyes in surrender.
"No," he said, very softly, in her ear. "Watch, Chloe. Watch how beautiful you are when you come."
His finger stroked relentlessly, moving faster and faster, until she couldn't breathe, until her moans rose to cries of pleasure. Her hips moved wildly against him, so that her ass rubbed against his cock, and she wondered if he'd come when she did. The thought of him coming against her butt cheek, while she came all over his hand, made her wilder than before.
His other hand continued to tease her breast, pinching the nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and she watched herself writhing against him, seeing the look of anguished pleasure on her face. The expression was all too apt. He was bringing her such intense pleasure, and yet this was all so wrong...
But despite the wrongness, heat built inside her, surging toward a flood. As the pleasure rose toward a peak of ecstasy, his finger slowed, and his hand on her breast slowed, too, depriving her of the release she needed so badly. She shuddered and moaned, frustrated beyond belief.
"Don't worry," he murmured in her ear. "I'm going to give you what you need. I'm not a tease."
His hand slowly moved lower, and then he slipped one finger inside her, and then two. She stared into the mirror, watched him finger fucking her, watched his long, slim fingers slowly thrusting into her body, then withdrawing, slick and glistening with her moisture.
He added a third finger, stretching her to capacity, and began moving his hand just a little harder, while his other hand pinched her nipple brutally.
She moaned, twisting against him frantically. He continued exactly what he was doing, his fingers thrusting hard enough to feel impossibly good, but just slowly enough that she couldn't quite come, no matter how she strained for it. She was caught on the edge of orgasm, and he wouldn't let her tumble into the abyss.
She sobbed with desperate frustration, and he laughed softly in her ear.
"Maybe next time you'll think twice before teasing me that way, Miss Sullivan."
"Maybe next time I'll just bite you," she snarled.
"Shhh," he soothed. "You'll get what you need. Eventually. I promise."
"Now, damn it!"
"You're not the boss here." As if to prove his point, his hand slowed. She could barely bite back a scream of hunger and rage. "If you want to come, you'll have to behave yourself."
"Yes." She could hear the sardonic laughter in his voice. "In a little while, you definitely will. But until then... it's up to you, Chloe. Do you want me to keep you like this, so desperate for a climax it hurts, or do you want to come over and over again, like you did last time?"
Coming over and over again sounded far and away like the preferable option. She had so much sexual tension stored inside her body now that she thought she'd probably need ten orgasms to burn it all off. And if anyone could give her ten orgasms, Lex could.
God help her. She needed this.
"Now," she whispered.
"Good girl." His hand moved a little harder, and she cried out. "I'll give it to you on one condition."
Somewhere deep in the pleasure-fogged depths of her brain, a warning buzzer went off. Making bargains with Luthors was dangerous. She'd made bargains with Luthors before, and lived to regret it.
"Forget it," she gasped out. "No conditions."
His hand slowed again. "You won't mind this," he said, softly and persuasively. "Trust me. Just hear me out."
His hand all but stopped. She could feel her inner muscles pulsing around him with a desperate hunger. She craved an orgasm so badly she wasn't sure she could survive without one.
"All I want," he said softly, "is for you to agree to go to a party with me tomorrow night."
"A party." She shivered, despite her best efforts. God, she was weak. "A party that Clark's attending? And Lana, maybe? You want to flaunt me in their faces? You want them to think we're a romantic item of some sort?"
"You're so suspicious."
"With you, I have every reason to be. No, Lex. No conditions."
"Then no orgasm," he said, his voice soft but edged with an unmistakable threat. "Think about it, Chloe. I can keep you on the verge all night long, until you're screaming for it. Until you're begging."
"No, you can't." She pressed back against him, pressing his erection between her ass and his abdomen. "You want this as much as I do, Lex."
"Unlike you," he answered, "I have self-control."
"Ha." She began to rub against him, slowly, and a low, deep groan rumbled in his chest. "You don't have any self-control, Lex. You're just about to come, too."
"Ahhhh. Shit. Stop it, Chloe."
She was grimly amused to hear the curse word wrung from his all-too-controlled mouth. She rubbed harder, and he gasped.
"Ahh... ahh... ahhhhhh..."
"Finish it," she said, leaning her head back against his shoulder. "Finish it, and you'll get yours, too."
He made another growling sound, like a wild animal backed into a corner. "God, I loathe you."
"Yeah," she answered, smiling grimly at him in the mirror. "Believe me, the feeling's mutual."
Read Chapter 6 here.