Season 6, sequel to She Bop
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 1 here.
It wasn't every guy who found goosebumps wildly attractive, Chloe thought.
In fact, it wasn't any guy she knew of. Except Clark Kent.
He lowered his head, pressing his face into her shoulder and uttering a low, sensual murmur that was somewhere between a growl and a purr. Even through jeans, she could feel his cock give a hungry throb. She rubbed against him, and he growl-purred again.
"Here," she whispered, pulling up her shirt. "You can rub right against my goosebumps."
He made a tortured sound of need, and his hips jerked, pressing his immense erection against her. She could feel its heat through the fabric. "I'm still mad at you," he gritted out through bared teeth.
"I can tell," she said, rubbing her belly against him, bare skin against denim. His head fell back, and something more than a growl rose from him. It was a long sound of mortal anguish, as if he were about to die of pleasure.
She loved hearing him say her name that way, as if was being dragged out of the deepest part of him. His hips jerked harder and faster, and she knew he was about to lose control. Goosebumps had that effect on him. Where goosebumps were concerned, Clark Kent was seriously easy.
She let him thrust twice more against her belly, then pushed him away, very gently. "Wait," she murmured.
"Wait?" He sounded indignant. "I can't wait."
"Of course you can."
"Chlo," he growled, his voice in a lower register than usual, "I'm already pretty damn pissed off with you. Do not try my patience or I'll-- I'll--"
She unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them, then looked up into his eyes. "You'll do what?"
He tried to look fierce, and failed utterly. "I'll screw you."
"Oh, my, I'm terrified," she mocked gently. "What a horrific punishment. Please, Clark, oh please spare me. I'm terrified of the prospect of multiple orgasms and a good hard--"
"Do not say that word," he rasped.
"Why not?" She smiled at him. "Will it make you come?"
"It might just. Shut up for once, Chlo. You talk too much."
"I only talk," she said softly, "because it turns you on."
She pushed his blue boxers out of the way, then stepped back a pace and looked at what she'd unwrapped. His erection was huge, glistening with precome, and as she stared it did an eager little dance, pulsing as if begging for her attentions.
"Very nice," she said softly. "How do you want to come?"
He bared his teeth at her. "I told you, I want to screw you."
"You mean you want to fuck."
At the blunt word, he closed his eyes, and his breathing shifted to erratic gasps. She watched his cock with interest, seeing it jolt hard. He was almost there already.
So amazingly easy.
She stripped off her clothes. His eyes snapped open at the sound of her shirt hitting the floor, and he stared at her. "What are you doing?"
"Uh..." She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed convulsively. "Chlo, I can't... I mean, I'm about to..."
"I know." She stripped off her shorts and stood in front of him, dressed only in a bra and skimpy panties. God, it was cold. She was starting to shiver. But it was so worth it to make Clark's eyes gleam like that.
"There you go," she said softly. "Lots and lots of goosebumps."
Clark made another sound, this one an unnnhhhh, a primitive, animal sound of hunger. He reached for her, but she stepped back, shaking her head.
"You know what I want to see," she said softly.
"Chlo..." His voice was tight, strangled by lust and need. "I can't... I want you..."
"Later," she answered. "But first, I want to watch you."
He shuddered, as if unable to resist her demands. And then his hand wrapped around his long, thick cock, and he began stroking himself hard.
"That's it," she whispered. "That's good, Clark. Let me see you come."
"Oh... God." He sounded as if he were suffocating. "I can't... Chlo... I want you... I want to wait... but I can't..."
"Don't wait," she whispered, staring avidly at his cock. It was flushed a deep rose now, gleaming wet with the copious moisture that pulsed from him, and with every motion of his hand, it darkened. She watched, seeing his balls pull up against his body, seeing his cock jerking even in the encircling prison of his hand. What she could see of his body was covered in goosebumps, and he was shaking as if with cold, even though she knew he was impervious to extremes of temperature.
His green eyes were focused on her intently, staring at her bare flesh, covered in goosebumps. He looked enraptured, almost drugged. And then the first long burst of come exploded from him, all over her naked body, all over the wide planks of the floor, and he threw back his head, his mouth falling open in a long cry of pleasure. She watched his cock spasm over and over again, watched his body shuddering, watched his face contort in ecstasy.
At last it ended, and he released himself with a gasp. She saw his legs shaking, saw how drained he was, and moved to him quickly.
"Sit down before you fall over," she whispered.
He dropped onto the old couch, pulling her down into his lap. His chest was heaving with long, desperate breaths, and his face dropped into her hair as if he just couldn't hold his head up. But he spoke into her hair, proving that he was indeed conscious.
"Your turn," he said.
More to come...