Title: Ruby Rings
Author: Ladyalchemy
Rating: NC-17,
Pairing: Clark/Chloe
Spoilers: /shrug
Disclaimer:Smallville characters not mine
Warning This is going to be very graphic and will most likely become more so as the story advances. You have been warned :)
He had been having those thoughts again. He knew he should know better, he did know better but it couldn't stop his wayward thoughts. It always started with the dream. Chloe's coral pink lips were coated in a scarlet lipstick, her pond colored eyes ringed in dark kohl. The contrast of bright crimson and pitch black made the pale soft skin of her face look soft and touchable. Her eyes burnt even brighter in their peaked surroundings.
Clark had never been so fascinated with Chloe's mouth, had never known it was so plush… But in those dreams it was impossible to not be drawn to the decadent luxuriousness of those deftly bowed lips. Her eyes had twinkled with mischief in his dreams and she had watched him just as he had devoutly studied her every action but it always happened through flashes. The dream had always been through glints of color then gray-scale then that strange pink color of old photographs and she was stunning with every multi-tinted strobe…
Strobe, that is what made it more exotic Chloe thought. The dream was always the same, so was that sensual burning deep in her stomach that caused wave after wave of hot sizzling thoughts that did not ebb until a few hours before bed, just in time for a tiny respite before more mental stimulation. Chloe slipped further into the four inch bubbles deeper into the steaming grapefruit scented, heated water.
Chloe had never really gone into the shy female to male reactions. The stumbling, flushing, kick the dirt at your feet for a distraction was more of Clark's thing but lately in his presence following a night filled with THOSE dreams it was a constant fight to keep a steady gaze with her old friend and IF she held those gorgeous color changing eyes of his for too long she would have to stave off the scorching flush that would start at her chest and run rampant up to her porcelain face. Maybe he had some inkling of her internal battle and anxiety with her private nympho self, because now when they met up for the usual tete a tete his eyes would often search her and study her deeper than any x-ray scan, then his orbs would zero in and she would catch him staring at her lips…
"Her Lips" Clark whimpered out loud. Maybe in some subconscious manner the desire for her mouth had been slowly and secretly driving him crazy since the day of her sensual flirting with that saliva slick sticky pink Dum-Dum ….smiling mouth sucking…. Perhaps that none too innocent puckering of those delectable lips had some deep seeded effect on his constant horny dreams and his even more constant state of arousal. Just thinking about those ruby blushed lips gently pulling on his cock like in the dream nearly sent him into an orgasm. The temptation to ease his pent up frustration was demanding. Thinking of that dream would be enough, thinking of her hands yanking his pants down like a wanton would be so sweet.
Sweet was too simple of a word for the deliciousness of the dream. Chloe could see both their actions so clearly, her unzipping the jeans that were firmly clinging to his hips and thighs. For a few moments she would stare in earnest at the hard large erection threatening to bust the inseam of his well worn painter slacks. She would always look from his erection to his face, expecting to see fear and the tale-tell signs that he was about to make a B-line for the door. What she always found was a non oblivious Clark Kent whose eyes were shroud in anticipation and need. Both boxers and pants would fall away like magic and her eager hands would grasp at his stiff cock. A tentative squeeze before she begin her intense push to milk him of every drop of cum. His knees…
His knees would always give out and Clark would find himself plastered against the floor while Chloe's soft hands stroked and drew with what seemed like the expert touch of a courtesan. He mumbled something then, it was always different, always needy and usually begging and he always mumbled her name. He wanted her to know he was aware of who was making his veins pulse and tingle. He would try to keep his head up to watch her nimble fingers pump his twitching length but it was sweet torture to watch when his eyelids were so heavy from the pleasure ricocheting around in his system. On the moments he could win out against his baser need to just feel, her eyes would devour him in a slow languor that would make his blood pressure skyrocket. His already throbbing long member would increase and her eyes would widen like saucers. He watched the tip of her tongue dart around the corners of her mouth and that would make him cum, except she would grab him hard by the base of his shaft and clutch so tight it would recede. The need to explode made him buck and cry out her name, to which she giggled approvingly over. He backed himself up to the wall and he braced his head at an angle to watch her ministrations. That was when she would kill him with her mouth….
Her mouth was her weapon and Chloe took great pleasure in using it with the skill of a girl with an oral fixation. But first a little play. She would keep his eyes locked with hers, savor the intensity and awareness of Clark eating her with his hot looks and then she would consume him. She sucked him in, his entire width and length. Clark would grit his teeth and keep watching. His face was beautiful with the strain of ecstasy racking his body. She would flex her tongue and roll it while sucking his tip. She would lightly rake her knuckles over his sack and feel it tighten, most anxious to spill its contents. She would moan around him so he could feel the vibration from his most sensitive organ through his entire body. When his shaky hands slipped through the silky flaxen stands of her hair Chloe would tease him by leaving little red lip prints around the girth of his cock. She could see his eyes…
His eyes would peer through the slits of the low lid and thick lashes and count each red kiss print. In every dream she always left seven.