CHAPTER ONE

Metropolis, Oliver's Watchtower apartment, Night.

He wanted her and he would have her. Using his powers had never been more exhilarating than it had been to show her, he was more than what she thought, more than the world thought. The feel of her in his arms helped with that too.

His new-found sense of freedom felt eerily familiar, but he really didn't care. His only concern, right then, was that Lois was wearing too many clothes and how he was going to remedy that situation.

He pinned her up against the wall and claimed he had to check if they had spelled his name right on the tattoo she had gotten and ripped open the top two buttons of her blouse revealing the lush upper curve of her breasts and cleavage. She helped him strip off his jacket and t-shirt which he flung across the room. He lightly caressed the fresh ink and the smooth flesh underneath and they smiled at each other before he plundered her lips again. He then swept her up in his arms and carried her over to a sofa chair that looked comfortable for what he had in mind.

She still seemed a bit hesitant, but he knew she wanted it. The strange thing was, he didn't really care. He wanted her and that was all that mattered as he simply tore the rest of her blouse off exposing the black bustier underneath and the full, firm breasts it encased. He grinned down at her and slid his hand slowly up along the inside of her thigh while the other fondled one of her firm globes. Somehow he never thought her skin would feels so smooth.

He heard her gasp when his hand moved from her thigh to the juncture between them. He let his fingers explore her crotch finding moisture and heat. He rubbed harder and felt her push against his fingers. The material under his fingers was growing damp. He quirked his smile and then lowered his lips to hers. She mewled as he sucked and nibbled on her lower lip before letting his tongue explore her mouth. Each time he kissed her he felt more alive, more comfortable with his new sense of abandon and he liked it. Plus, she tasted like strawberries. He started wondering what she might taste like elsewhere.

He let his hand slip lower, sliding it between her ass and the sofa. She lifted her weight by holding onto his neck allowing him to fondle her ass, which he only did for a moment. He hooked his fingertips around the waistband of her panties. He deliberately rubbed the inside of his wrist hard into her crotch, loving the way it made her squirm and writhe. He pulled back holding her lower lip between his teeth, stretching it and only letting go when she had to lift her head.

"Well, hello there, Smallville." She said breathlessly. "Oh, you ain't seen, well felt nothing, yet." He replied with a wicked leer as he tore her panties off with a rough tug, the sound of tearing lace and a surprised cry from her. He watched her watch him with wide eyes as he brought the scrap of black lace, that had until moments ago been her panties, up to his nose and sniffed deeply.

"I think I need to investigate where this lovely aroma comes from. Don't you think, Lois?" he asked her playfully as he tossed her ruined undergarment over his shoulder and knelt on the floor between her legs. He put his hands on her knees and then slid them up her thighs, flexing his hands, massaging the firm, smooth flesh. She shifted backwards, not to get away from him, but so that she could sit up and watch him. They shared leering grins when his hands reached the hem of her skirt and he began pushing it upwards. He had to admit the Lois had a nice pair of gams, but he soon found a more interesting prize.

He bunched the small skirt around her waist to reveal her crotch and the surprise that she was bald as the day she was born. She spread her legs further in invitation and he accepted. He pulled her forward to the edge of the sofa and draped her legs over his shoulder and bent forward. Her nether lips were full and swollen and glistening with her juices. Her aroma was intoxicating and he breathed it in deeply before getting to the chore at hand, so to say. He soon wished all his chores were as much fun. He slowly ran his tongue up the length of her slit collecting her sweet dew and making her murmur his name. He found the pearl of her clit already extended from its hood and he lapped at it gently, but steadily making her moan.

He looked up the length of her to see her eyes flash at him over the tops of her heaving breasts. He smiled around the tender flesh in his mouth, but didn't relent and speeded up instead making her moan louder and squirm against his face. He slid first one then two fingers inside her hot, wet, spongy twat thrusting them back and forth, using the tips to explore her thoroughly. Her moans became little cries delivered on panted breaths. He could feel the inside of her thigh quiver against his cheek and her cunt clenched around his fingers. She was close and he wanted to push her over the edge.

He opened his mouth wider and leaned his head forward and this time as he sucked on her skin and diddled her exposed clit with his tongue he also lowered his teeth to skin and dragged it along the slightly raised area that marked her clit hood. Her cry of: "OH Fuck!" was muffled by her thighs clamping around his ears as she bucked and arched in orgasm, but he did manage to slide his fingers free and get his lips to her slit. He drank down her flood like a man dying of thirst reveling in the taste as if it were the finest of wines. The bow of her back finally relaxed and she slowly settled back down onto the sofa. He lightly lapped at her again loving the way her sensitized body tensed at the touch of his tongue and then slowly relaxed.

He finally lifted his head and let her legs slide from his shoulders. She had a satisfied look on her face and a slightly glazed look to her eyes. She grinned up at him as he rose to his feet, licking his lips to collect the last of her cream. "Hell Smallville, now I know Lana was a fool for letting you get away." She quipped in a sultry voice. She must have seen the look of irritation on his face at the mention of his ex and she continued: "But, let's not dwell on the past when the present offers such... huge possibilities. She hooked her fingers around the waistband of his jeans and pulled herself to a sitting position at the edge of the sofa's seat, bring her head level with his bulging crotch.

She began unbuckling his belt while looking up at him with sparkling eyes and he looked down at her with anticipation. His belt, Jean's button and zipper surrendered to nimble fingers and she tugged his jeans off his hips and let them drop to his feet. His erection strained at the material of his boxers and her breath felt hot as it puffed out onto the material. Her fingers stroked his length and he imagined she was measuring him. He couldn't quite stifle a gasp when she cupped and fondled his balls and ran her tongue up the length of him through the cotton of his boxers.

"You like that?" she asked her voice sultry sweet with promise. He could only nod his reply. He watched her full lips twitch into a smile and then she reached for the waistband of his boxers, pulled them forward and pulled them down releasing his erection that bobbed slowly back and forth. She took a light hold of it at its base and her fingers felt hot even against his heated flesh. He twitch and a large spurt of pre-cum leaked out of his slit and onto his cock head. "For me?" she asked rhetorically, not allowing him time to answer as she lapped up his offering with the tip of her tongue before wrapping her lips around the head of his penis.

He drew in a long steadying breath and let it hiss out between clenched teeth as she suckled his glans before laving it with her tongues. Her fingers caressed the parts her lips and tongue weren't attending to and that ratio changed with time as she took more of him into her mouth. He let his fingers weave themselves into her hair, not pushing or guiding, just enjoying the feel of the soft curls around his hands. He massaged her scalp as she began bobbing he head up and down the length of his shaft. Her lips hadn't quite made it to the base, but he wasn't complaining. Breathing, standing up and not blowing his load held all his attention at that point. He tried to restrain himself from thrusting, but wasn't very successful or regretful when he failed. Her tongue and lips felt exquisite and he didn't know how long he could hold out. He had some very definite ideas where he wanted to plant his load.

He moved his hands to the side of her head and pulled her off his cock, enjoying the friction as she kept her lips locked around him the entire way sucking hard just as it popped free. She lay back, slipping from his hands and he looked down at her. She scooted back a little giving him some room on the sofa seat and he sunk down between her legs and on top of her. He let his weight cover her for a moment bringing as much of his body in contact with her as he could before supporting himself on his elbows.

They kissed and his sense of abandon seemed to get another boost. Their tongues danced as their lips wrestled. Their bodies ground together as they kissed and her inner thigh felt hot and smooth against his cock. He broke the kiss as he felt her hand wrap around the base of his shaft and she guided its head to her sopping entrance. She radiated heat and his penis twitched as if to find the source of the heat and with her guidance it began that quest. He inched in slowly enjoying the sensation of her heat and moisture enveloping him. Her flesh resisted and invited him at the same time creating a delicious friction. She moaned as his lips plundered her neck and throat.

She gasped as he thrust hard to bury the last half of his shaft inside her and ground down hard on her clit burying him self even deeper. "Like that?" he whispered in her ear before running his tongue along the shell of her ear and then nipping her earlobe. She murmured her answer and he felt her heels slide up his legs and then her ankles locked just below his buttocks. She used this as leverage to grind her hips into his in slow tight circles and Clark realized he wasn't dealing with a novice. She never saw the evil grin that spread onto his face. For, all the talk of love they'd shared what he really wanted to do was fuck her and her obvious expertise and willingness erased the last, if fleetingly nagging feeling that he would be taking advantage of her.

He withdrew and then they started a slow, steady, but hard thrusting rhythm and pace. Her sex wrapped around him like a soaked, velvet vice, a rippling, grasping furnace whose oils lubricated and whose muscles resisted and enticed. He managed to balance his weight on his feet and took hold of her hands drawing then over her head, stretching out her arms. Her skirt felt scratchy against his belly where it was bunched up, her bustier even more so, as it scrapped along his chest. Her breasts flattened against his chest and he could feel the points of her nipples, sharp and hot against his skin as they pressed through the stiff lacey material.

He thought it a shame and an oversight not to have seen the full firm breast he had fondled earlier and endeavoured to rectify the situation. He took both her wrists in one of his hands drawing then further above her head, stretching her body, making her back arch as he thrust at the same time. With, one hand now free he reached for the bodice of her bustier. The cup resisted as he tried to pull it back to get at the flesh beneath, but he would not be denied. The material gave with a heavy tearing sound that cut harshly across the sound of their labouring breathing and wet sound of their union.

He folded the cup out the way and his lips descended on her rosy, exposed nipple like a hawk on an unsuspecting field mouse. He massaged the slightly more than a handful of tit flesh whiles sucking her nipple, areola and as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He sucked at her flesh and nipped at her nipple with his teeth before salving any pain he may have caused with swirling strokes of his tongue. She pressed her breast into his mouth and he loved the sounds he was drawing from her lips. Gasps, groans, half cries, throaty moans and almost words lived on heavy pants.

Her wrists twisted in his grasped and he let then loose. He looked up to see her grasp the top of the back of the sofa, her nails digging in and her knuckles whitening. He trailed his hand down her arm, and to her face, caressing her cheek. His thumb stroked across her full lower lip and she brought her head up drawing the digit into her mouth. She sucked and nipped at it and he did the same to her breast.

He could feel his balls growing heavy, the need to ejaculate growing harder and harder to deny. He freed his thumb from her lips and took his hand from her breast. He unlocked her legs from around him and again draped them over his shoulders. He changed his footing and bent forward driving her thighs towards her taut belly. It changed the angle of his thrust, allowing him to drive even deeper. She grunted, her eyes going wide as the head of his cock found the barrier of her cervix. He could feel her twitch and tense around him. He knees drummed against his back as he slid his arms behind her back and locked his hands around her shoulders.

He pulled her into his next thrust drawing in a heavy breath as he did. Her breath hissed out around the teeth that now pinned her lower lip. Her head thrashed from side to side as he pounded into her repeating the process again and again. When he broke past her cervix and into her womb she cried out, but he was beyond caring. Her pussy seemed even tighter and hotter as it convulsed around his thrusting manhood. She was crying out with each stroke. A slight twinge of guilt at causing her pain barely surfaced in his consciousness, but was dispelled when her cries changed from being wordless, to a breathless: "Yes! Yes! Yes!" tumbling from a wide-open mouth on a thrown back head.

He found her lips with difficulty, but they shared a wild tongue-tangling kiss and again he felt the strong surge of freedom and abandon. He broke the kiss and fucked her, feeling his balls beginning to boil. He felt her flood and spasm around him, but it meant nothing to him as he gave one last hard thrust and he erupted inside her. His orgasm sparked along his spine, bowing and tensing it and burst behind his eyes in a blinding flash of red-tinged light. He bellowed his release. His hips continued to thrust with each spurt eliciting groans from her.

He felt her go limp as he finally stopped cumming. He released his hold on her shoulders and gently slid her legs from his shoulders, letting them slip to the floor. Each movement caused her sex to tense very briefly along his slowly shrinking shaft giving him an echo of the friction they had created before. Her features were slack , eyes hidden by, heavy, half-closed lids and full lashes. Sweat glistened on her face and a drop of his own perspiration fell to her chest and trickled down the valley between her breasts. He caught it with his tongue and traced its path back up between her cleavage tasting salt on her skin.

He lightly kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her half-open lips, the side of her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat and finally he planted a heavier kiss on her exposed nipple allowing his forehead to rest on her breast for a moment as his cock slipped out of her welcoming wet warmth.

He stood up and after a moment, drew up his boxers and jeans, buttoning the jeans and zipping up, but left his belt undone. He watched Lois curl up unto the sofa. She watched him with hooded eyes and a slight smile. He could see their combined juices leaking out of her slowly as her skirt was still hiked up around her waist. The rest of her clothes were the ruin he had created of them and there was a slight chill to the air, so he looked for something to cover her with. He saw her jacket on the other sofa and reached for it.

There was something in the breast pocket and he took it out before settling it over Lois's enticing form. It turned out to be the invitation to Lex and Lana's rehearsal dinner. He felt the anger at her loss and betrayal wash over him again and this time he felt no need to suppress it. She must have seen it in his face because she tried to explain that she had RSVPed when she and Oliver were still together, but that she thought that he and she had better things to do that evening. She demonstrated by letting the jacket fall away revealing her lush, near-naked form beneath.

He smiled down at her. "There'll be more than enough time for that. I think it would be rude for us not to attend. Don't you? And, it isn't a party until someone crashes it, now isn't it? Now why don't you go and find something to wear or you'll be making more of a stir than I will." He told her with a nasty grin. Luckily, she'd left some of her stuff at Oliver's and when she was dressed to her satisfaction and his, they left for Lex's mansion.