Monday, January 05, 2009

More Than Friends, Chapter 7

Season 8, MHE for "Plastique"
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 6 here.

Clark's mouth continued to caress her breast, just above the edge of her bra, and warmth filled her veins, driving away her fear. There was no room in her mind for fear when she felt this good. She moaned, squirming a little beneath him, and her fingers dug more deeply into his hair.

His big hands reached up to the front of her bra, fumbling at the clasp. He was very clearly not an expert in the field, but he eventually managed to get the clasp undone, and the bra fell open. She heard his sharply indrawn breath.

"Chlo," he whispered. "You're beautiful."

He says that now, the voice murmured ominously at the back of her brain. But afterward he'll forget all about you...

Clark lowered his head and brushed a kiss over her nipple. Pleasure rushed through her veins, and the voice instantly subsided into silence.

"Ha," she muttered. "Take that, you bastard."

She heard Clark's laughter, but since his mouth was still against her breast, the sound was muffled. His lips parted, and he began tonguing her nipple, very gently. A sudden rush of flame surged through her, and heat pooled between her legs.

"Yes," she moaned, hardly aware of her own voice. "Yes, Clark."

Apparently encouraged by her response, he drew her nipple between his lips and began to suck on it. The heat between her thighs suddenly flared, and she quivered.

He raised his head for just a moment, staring at her bare breasts as he tossed her bra aside. She felt darkness stirring in her brain, but before it could gather itself for any sort of attack, he'd lowered his head again, and was redevoting himself to her nipple. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned.

It felt wonderful. But she needed... she needed...

He knew what she needed. His hand slipped down over her abdomen, down over her jeans, and then his fingers delved right between her thighs. Her legs parted automatically, and he began to stroke her. Despite the denim in the way, it felt incredible.

"Ahhhhhh..." Her body arched, and she clutched at him.

"You're going to come for me," he whispered against her breast. "You're going to come really, really hard."

She quivered harder. In the back of her brain, the something was struggling. Its struggles were wordless now, desperate, almost violent, like an animal caught in a trap with no way out. It fought, silently, grimly, coldly.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She felt the softness of flannel beneath her hands, and realized he was still entirely clothed, right down to the boots. They needed to do something about that. But first... but first...

Frustration welled up inside her. His hand felt so good there, exactly what she needed, and yet...

"I can't," she muttered. Anger and frustration grew inside her, and with it she felt the presence in her head growing more powerful. Fear started to beat at her again, hammering at the inside of her skull, making her heart pound erratically.

"Yes, you can." His voice was soft, but firm. He moved away from her breast and shifted, moving up her body, and his voice spoke in her ear as he began unfastening her jeans. "You're going to come for me, Chlo. Don't fight it."

"I'm not... I'm not fighting... I mean... it's not me."

He ignored her halting protest, and went on, his voice low and inexorable. "I'm going to make you come over and over again, Chlo. I'm going to take these jeans off you, and rip off your panties. And then I'm going to slide my fingers inside you and finger fuck you, hard."

Her eyes popped open in shock. She thought of Clark as a nice boy. Well, he was no longer a boy, not really. But even at twenty-one, she saw him as nice, sweet, almost naive. She'd never in her life imagined him whispering such dirty thoughts into her ear.

But she liked it.

He shoved her jeans off and tossed them aside in an impatient gesture. Now there was nothing between them but a flimsy barrier of satin, and his hand moved against her panties, gentle but relentless. All her fear melted away as his voice went on in her ear.

"You're wet for me," he said softly. "I can smell it. You smell like sex, Chlo. You'll be wet around my fingers, wet and tight, and when I thrust them into you..."

She shuddered violently at the images he was putting into her head. Somewhere, distantly, the thing in her brain was howling in pain and rage, but she could barely hear it. Her mind was filled with Clark, the scent of his skin, the low, sexy growl of his voice, the feel of his hand between her legs, stroking her...

Her body arched, hard, and she gave a helpless cry.

"That's it," he whispered. "Come for me, Chlo."

Her womb clenched, deep inside, and she felt little ripples of pleasure squeezing her inner muscles. She was so close, so close, but she couldn't quite...

"After I finger fuck you," his voice said in her ear, "I'm going to go down on you, Chlo. I'm going to lick your clit until you're begging for mercy."

She gasped and shuddered against him, shocked by his blunt words, but undeniably turned on. It wasn't that she'd never had oral sex, but the idea of Clark doing it to her, his dark head buried between her legs, his tongue on her most intimate flesh, caressing her...

Her head fell back, and a long wail of anguished need rose from her throat.

"And then I'm going to fuck you." His voice was hoarse. "I'm going to fuck you till scream for me, Chlo."

She trembled, imagining his body inside hers, moving hard and fast, giving her everything she'd ever wanted...

Despite his words, he didn't make any move to take off her panties. His hand moved against the satin even faster, and suddenly she couldn't hold back her climax any longer. Or more accurately, the thing inside her couldn't hold it back.

Ecstasy crashed through her as her inner muscles spasmed in violent contractions. She sobbed and gasped with the pleasure, clinging to Clark for dear life.

He didn't stop the motion of his hand, and another orgasm broke over her, even more powerful than the last. She threw her head back and screamed with pleasure.

And deep inside her, something screamed in terrible pain.

Read Chapter 8 here.


christina-kat said...

More...I need more

chloista4ever said...

Woot! naughty dirty talk from Clark :-) loved it sigh i want Tom Welling in my bed talking me dirrrrrty hee! ;-p

Please Elly i want more, i have wanted and still want this story update like a mad woman! :-D

jlvsclrk said...

What a terrific way to defeat Brainiac! But he's a very persistent foe Clark: you're going to have to do everything you promised and then just keep on going.

writrgurl said...

Good Lord! How did I miss this one? On to read more. Great start so far.

writrgurl said...

Okay, I'm all caught up. I can't wait for more. Clark's dirty talk is so sexy. I really love this side of him!

DeeDee said...

Clark Kent, you naughty boy! Talking 'dirrty' - never knew he had it in him! You gotta love 'this' Clark - doing what he has to do to get rid of Brainiac, and making sure Chloe has a good time in the process!

This story is amazing, Elly. Can't wait for another update!


BloodSugar said...

I swear half way through I was like "Oh My God..".
Clark and dirty talk.. makes me think of RedClark and man, Red Clark is hooooooooooooooot. *giggles*
And I mean, him leaving Chloe totally at his mercy.
Awesome *sighs*

Take that , Brainiac! xD

Awesome story, hun. Can't wait for more ^^