Jimmy handed over the cap driver some change and got out of the car excitedly. He couldn't believe this even when it was right in his pocket. Superman had made it back to earth, he and the chief Perry had discovered the proof downtown in some kind of crash site. The proof being part of Superman's suit, a torn part but it was still recognisable as Superman's iconic suits. The proof was now in his back pocket, and he couldn't wait to show it to CK.
Up ahead in Clark's apartment and more precisely in Clark's bed Cat squirmed restlessly as Clark kissed and sucked on the flesh of her thighs. The self-proclaimed Queen of Gossip shivered involuntarily as she felt her lover's lips brush lightly along the upper edge of the triangle of fur covering her pussy, her hips jerking reflexively towards his face as she let out a gasping "Yes!", encouraging him to move lower. She was so wet she could easily smell her own musk, and she could barely wait for his tongue to begin lapping her juice from her liberally coated lips. They had been at this for hours; his bed had become their playground for their passion. Sex nothing but sex between the two of them. Both Catherine Grant and Clark Kent fucked like demons. and she was well past the point of believing that Clark's stamina was heroic. She usually exhausted her lovers hence why she went through so many, but this Clark Kent was matching her. She was very pleased and satisfied with tonight's proceedings.
Enjoying the taste of her skin he slowly, so very, very slowly, worked his way up her inner thigh, his lips leisurely kissing and sucking her inflamed flesh as she squirmed restively, gritting her jaw as his face approached the juncture of her thighs and she imagined that the heat of her pussy was scorching his cheeks as he kissed the tender skin immediately below her femininity. Her body was a truly awe-inspiring sight and one that he was enjoying exploring. She was wild, passionate, and affectionate in so many ways. Just then he lifts his head, and she cries out at stoppage. "What are you doing? What's wrong?" She called out breathlessly.
"I hear footsteps," Clark frowned looking off in the distance. "Someone is coming." Cat looked confused she didn't hear anything. What was he talking about? Just then they heard frantic knocking on Clark's front door. Cat turned to look Clark with suspicion, how did he know that? How did he even hear that? That can't have been possible! "I should answer it," Clark stated before being cut off by Cat's kissing him.
"Ignore it," Cat demanded between the kisses running her hands over his body. Clark returned the kiss enjoying the taste of her lips while running his hand in her hair.
When the knocking at his front door wouldn't cease Clark finally stopped turning towards the door. "Whoever it is isn't going away," he said as Cat huffed in frustration, slamming her head down on the pillow before getting out of the bed.
"I'll get rid of them," she grumbled grabbing a shirt she saw on a nearby chair. She whipped it on before stalking out the bedroom on a mission to get rid of whoever was interrupting them. Swinging the door open she found Jimmy there… well this wasn't worth it at all.
"Cat?!" He said her name in disbelief seeing his co worker from the Daily Planet answering Clark Kent's door at this time of night and wearing a shirt that only came down to her thigh. "What? I mean what? I mean what the? What?"
Oh, she so did not have time for this drooling and babbling act! "What is it, Jimmy?!" Cat seethed at the young man. "Form words fast!" She had been rapidly approaching her point of no return, sexual gratification-wise at least and now was standing with this clown in front of her.
"Is CK here?" Jimmy squeaked at her trying to keep his eyes away from her awfully desirable and attention-grabbing legs. "I have something to show him! Something big! Huge even!"
"He's busy," Cat replied. "Good night!" It was all she could say from ordering the overgrown boy to fuck off.
"But it's massive and involves Superman!" He whined like a child.
"Then it can wait till tomorrow because if it involves Superman then we are all safe and there is nothing to worry about!" Cat replied with a fixed smile on her face before it turned into a grimace as she tried to close the door.
"But wait Clark needs to know about this!" Jimmy protested.
"And you can have him for an hour tomorrow!" Cat told him. "But tonight, he is mine! So scram before I call the cops and say there is a guy with a camera taking pictures of us!" She warned the photographer who yelped glancing down at his camera around his neck. Cat slammed the door in his face hoping he would get the message. She walked back towards the bedroom as Clark came out of it in his boxers.
"Jimmy sounded stressed are you sure it was the right thing to do to send him away like that?" He asked her causing her to look in dismay. Just how good was his hearing? She shook her head deciding it was a question for another day.
"Jimmy get's stressed when the vending machine eats his change or when Perry walks out from his office!" Cat dismissed unimpressed. "He gets excited when he develops his pictures in the darkroom trust me, he is fine."
"Still maybe I should see what he wanted," Clark suggested looking past her to the door wanting to do the right thing.
"Hey!" Cat complained playfully waving a hand in his face.
"What?" Clark turned to face her seeing her slightly cross face.
"I'm not a "wham bam thank you ma'am" kind of gal!" She scoffed playfully. "You can't just say you're finished with me when you please. Entertain me!" Clark smirked and took a moment to admire the woman his thoughts of Jimmy now forgotten as he looked at her. He had to admit, seeing her trussed up like this was a definite turn-on. Her nipples straining against his shirt, hair sweaty and messy and her entire body was flushed a hot and healthy pink. His cock was almost aching, he was so hard for her. He wanted to lick her pussy and make her scream his name as she came, then bury himself in her hot, wet core and pound her into the mattress until he shot his load deep inside her.
"Have I not entertained you enough already?" he asked her in a tone matching her playful tone.
She gave him a smouldering look. "Not even close." He grinned at her and for the first time it was Clark who kissed her with drowning them both in a long, hungry kiss that was forever in coming. The woman found herself lifted off her bare feet and carried five strides from her the living room to his kitchen table. He laid her down so great was his need to be one with her that the bed was simply too far away. Clark towered over her, his snarling breath bathing her body in trembling waves of heat, his needy eyes ravenous for her and his cock rigid thick with blood, aching before her.
Panting in the wake of his undeniable craving, Cat felt helpless and wet instantly, the sheer recklessness wafting off of him as if smoke pillowing in the air. Her toes curled as his hunger made her feel small and feminine. She didn't move a muscle when he yanked the shirt she was wearing off buttons flying everywhere and tossing off the shirt away from skin. His cock throbbed before her very eyes as he appraised her beautiful body, bared before him. He grinned with a mix of lust and appreciation as he looked at her tumid nipples poking up from her mouth-watering breasts. Cat's nipples were a bright pink, like the aureole surrounding them, and were jutting up into the air, begging to be licked and sucked, waiting for his fingers to caress and massage them and help guide her to unending orgasms. He could easily smell her arousal, and it was, without any doubt whatsoever, the most delectable aroma he could ever find as he shed his boxers.
Accepting a kiss from him as she opened her legs for him, and he pushed his straining cock inside her. "Oh Clark!" She gasped as he entered her wrapping her arms around him. She wrapped her legs around his backside, locking them legs together and keeping him close. Gripping her waist, he growled as he pushed into her harder intending on giving this woman everything she graved and more. With a possessive look in her eye, she leaned forward and kiss him almost branding him with her lips as the pair fucked the living sense out of each other.
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Lex entered the room and saw some of his men already there. He didn't know their names and didn't care about that fact. He had so many people work for him it wasn't worth his time to bother to learn any of their names or anything about them. He looked in the direction that they were looking at seeing how they were watching Lois who was trapped in the room he had locked her in.
In his life he had done a great many things both evil and good. He was a hero to some, and a villain to others. Today, he felt like a little of both. It was for her own good, he thought to himself to protect her from certain death. She was perhaps the most unique treasure he had ever come across. A woman who was every bit the legend she would someday become. He had to keep her safe, had to protect her from dangers and from even to a degree herself. In so many years no other woman had interested him and attracted him like her. He'd come to care for her, in some way. Perhaps he wasn't capable of the emotion in the way that most men were and perhaps he did not know where this would end but he nonetheless wanted to explore where this would end. In order to do that he would have to do everything to keep her alive.
Leaving his men, he stepped forward and after a moment unlocked the door and entered the room where Lois was kept. She looked up with a mixture combination of numbness and anger to see Lex Luthor enter the recreation of her apartment. As usual he looked so handsome in one of his expensive suits, he always seemed to wear but right now she wanted to see it burn and him in it. "Good morning my dear," he offered her.
"Is it morning I can't tell," Lois snarled at him gesturing to the brick wall that she had found by smashing the painting of blue sky that was in front of it earlier in a fit of rage.
He lowered his head a little at that. "I am sorry to take such extreme measures my dear, but it really is for your benefit."
"My saviour!" Lois spat out with venom before getting up. "Lex this wrong! You cannot do this!" She implored him to see reason.
"This is the only way we can survive this," Lex replied simply. "There is no other way."
"Superman will stop this asteroid! I know he will!" Lois replied.
"There has been no sign of that flying man since he first hit that giant rock," Lex informed her. "My scientists have studied the point of impact and found he has only caused a mere dent in it. Hardly the work of a Superman and I think he knows that hence why he has cut and run. There is no trace of him anywhere, in any city in any place in the world. I have had teams looking for him," Lex told him which was the truth as he was always keen to track and trace his rival so he could continue his… rather colourful business interests around the world without interference.
"He will help us!" Lois stated full of belief about that fact causing him to sigh and shake his head. For a personality so forceful she was frustratedly headstrong about certain subjects. He did not expect her to jump into her arms over locking her up over her but peddling this madness about Superman was grating.
"He has left us!" Lex told her. "The coward's way out."
"And is this far more heroic?" Lois gestured. "Using one's resources to save one's skin!?"
Lex's jaw tighten at that fact. Loving Lois Lane require patience and a thick skin. "I am saving your life!"
"No, you are saving yours!" Lois yelled at him. "I'm just a trophy to put on your wall!"
"Lois you are so much more than that!" Lex said moving forward to her, but she stepped back. Always out of reach despite all his power and wealth.
"Just get out of my sight," she muttered turning away from him. He sighed muttering about having breakfast prepared for her and left her alone. His gift to her was time. She would hate him for years possibly but that was a luxury he had bought her. Time.
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The lift to the main floor opened and several people exited with disgusted looks on their face apart from Clark Kent and Catherine Cat who were heavily making out against one corner of it. Clark pulled back slightly from his lover. "That's our floor," he announced causing Cat to whine in dismay and pout. "You did promise Jimmy we would see what he was talking about last night. You saw my answering machine he left like over a dozen messages about Superman being here on earth. We should help find him."
"Spoil sport," Cat proclaimed before stealing another kiss from him.
Clark chucked against her lips before moving towards her ear. "I promise to make it up to you tonight," He teased causing her to giggle this time.
"And tomorrow morning," Cat teased back causing him to grin at her. "After all I've never been with a guy who didn't want to fuck me again in the morning… including you it would seem." She winked reminding him of their morning antics of fucking against his fridge while easing herself out of his embrace before stepping out of the lift. She let out a laugh as she felt Clark's hand give her ass a light smack. He seemed bolder and more playful in her presence, and she liked it. She could tell he was beginning to feel comfortable with Cat. She always could tell both where doing a good job at not mentioning the impending end of the world possibility. Which was another justification in Cat's actions if she was going to die, she might as well die happy!
"Kent!" Perry White barked snapping Cat to attention. "Where have you been?! Memory loss or not we need you here! Jimmy has found a piece of Superman's suit downtown so we know he made it back and yet we got no leads on his whereabouts! That giant rock is still hurling towards us and to top it off Lois has gone AWOL!" Perry complained in dismay and a rant.
"Lois is missing?" Clark asked concerned as Perry nodded causing Cat to roll her eyes.
"Please! She is probably just on her apartment building's roof with a megaphone begging for Superman to save her." Cat described. She always knew Lois was a bit too much work and no fun for her own good and knew it was only a matter of time before the woman cracked.
"Whatever! Point is we need to move fast!" Perry demanded to his employees. "Jimmy is working on tracking down Superman," he caught Cat's grimace. "Save it Missy!" he snapped. "The kid scored a good one finding the suit, so I'm prepared to give me a chance. Kent, I want more information on the government response. If we are going out, I hope it's going out fighting!" With that he stalked off not even bothering to demand anything from Cat the gossip columnist.
"Guess I will be making some phone calls," Clark said to Cat a little startled having never seen Perry White rant before.
"I will call a few people I know at the police and see if I can't track down either Lois or Superman," Cat announced heading towards her desk. Off Clark's puzzled look she expanded. "I drive fast, and I have to get out of speeding tickets somehow. A promise of a date or helps with that," she winked at him.
"Minx," he teased causing her to blow him a kiss.
Roger Michaels, a sportswriter for the newspaper who is very much the stereotypical idea of a boy in a man's body choose this moment to approach Cat's desk. "Hey there Catherine, how you feeling?" He asked cockily and full of bravado.
Cat shivered at the mention of her first name. Anyone who knew her would know that she hated her first name but sadly Roger didn't know her. "Roger," she muttered.
"Quite a hectic time it would seem," Roger said sitting down on her desk while eyeing her attractive outfit and not being shy about it. "Feeling lonely and… scared?"
While he was doing that Cat rolled her eyes wishing she had never given into a basic need a year ago and slept with this man. "I'm good thanks!" She replied with a thin layer of disgust. This guy could take a walk off a cliff for all she cared.
Leaning over her and putting an unwanted arm around her shoulder. "Are you sure Catherine?" Roger leered at her. "Because I was thinking if you were lonely and it's our last few hours on earth… maybe we could spend it together." He said, all sleaze and no charm causing Catherine actually to want to throw up in her mouth.
"She said she was fine!" Clark's voice came from behind Roger. Roger turned back in annoyance at Kent the do gooder who had been something of the golden child ever since he came into the office. The guy didn't even have a favourite baseball team!
"Butt out of it Kent!" Roger replied in frustration at being interrupted. Clark took a menacing step forward and Roger got up from his seat and squared up to the other man. "Why don't you just go away and get yourself a cup of coffee yeah? Before I really do something about it!" Roger said grabbing an empty mug from Cat's desk and thrusting it into Clark's desk. He wasn't worried of Kent as he worked out regularly and Kent was more of a pencil pusher.
"Why don't you go back to your desk and leave the lady alone!" Clark growled and at the word lady he actually broke the mug he was holding into various pieces. Roger's eyes went wide at that as did Cat's and tired to push Clark away but found he wouldn't move an inch. The overgrown jock tired again and cried out in a girlish manner when Clark grabbed his arm and twisted it. Just how strong was Kent! Even Clark was shocked at how little effort he was putting into holding the sportswriter. "Was there anything else Roger?" he asked, and the man shook his head weakly. Clark let him go and Roger stumbled away rubbing the arm in which Kent had been holding staring back at Kent with fear and disbelief.
"My hero!" Proclaimed Cat marvelling at how strong Clark was. Guess they grew them that way back at the farm.
"Is this a regular occurrence me having to deal with men taking their chance with you?" Clark asked her still clueless about what was actually going on here.
"Why jealous?" Cat teased seeing him all being uncomfortable and huffy from watching Roger's advances. It wasn't the most politically correct as this was even his jealously turned her on.
"I just hope I'm enough for you," Clark stated still feeling confused and vulnerable as he was still feeling like he was stepping on ice that was about to break at any second. He had no memories of the two of them to recall and no moments of them together that he look back on for guidance and assurance.
"After last night," Cat purred at him. "You shouldn't ever question that." She assured him causing him to smirk a little at the memories and they looked at each other devouring eye other with their and then looked around before grasping his arm. She pulled him along the office and into the copy room closing the door and locking them in. He advanced until she was backed against the main copier, with nowhere else to go. When Clark's solid frame firmly pressed into her, she could feel her body respond. He's already hard. His erection straining against his trousers, prodding her with it's every pulse. They had been at it like animals last night and this morning yet still they both needed more and if his body is still strung tight as hers then he must be close to losing his mind. They were both breathing heavily, looking at each other with naked desire and lust. Giving in first Cat pull him towards her crushing his lips with her own. She felt a strong hand move up her arms, along her neck, and fingers tangle in her hair. She felt him pull her closer - bruising her lips against his own. His tongue was licking at her teeth, as if demanding that she open up, and she did without hesitation. His tongue headed into her mouth as hers rushed forward into his. Their tongues danced around each other, and they probed each other as their lips continued to mash together.
Unbuttoning his shirt, she traced his chest and muscles as he ran his hands under her thighs and up her skirt. She moaned as he tenderly brushed some of her hair off the side of her neck, not saying a single word, his lips found her soft skin, wetly kissing her as she hummed delightfully. "We could get caught," she uttered testing him a little while leaning her head to one side to allow him better access.
"I want you so much," he confessed well aware of the rules but ignoring them. This was so crazy, what they're doing. Bad and wrong and not even a little right. It was hot as well. Making out with him she moaned at his confession enjoying his desire and hunger. She was still needy and horny, and he was still willing and able. He sucked on the flesh of her neck savouring the taste of her skin as groaned and then pushed him a little away. Having made a decision, she buttoned then kicked her skirt at her feet away and slowly - teasingly - started to turn around. She bent over the copier, resting her forearms plush against the machine, and lifted her hips as she parted her legs, presenting her backside to him like a submissive beast.
No other words or instructions were spoken as Clark manoeuvred himself between her legs and unbuckled his slacks, letting them drop to the floor. Cat bit her lip in excitement as she felt him get closer, her breath caught in her throat as she felt the tip of his ever-impressive cock press at her pussy. Cat shuffled a little back in response, offering herself fully to the moment. So hot she's panting with her mouth wide open, her tongue moistening her lips. Clark's planting succulent kisses on the nape of her neck, now towering over her from behind. She craned her arms back, pulling him into her as they began a slow rhythm of in and out, building to an erotic crescendo.
Holding her by the waist Clark marvels the feel of her. She was amazing, so hot and so tight. She's so warm, surrounding him in a tight sheath of soft heat. His fingers crawled up her hips, her back, gripping the backs of her upper arms as he fucked her that much harder, delving deeper, pounding into her now. His hips pushed into her, his balls brushing quickly against the backs of her thighs. She began to push back faster, never shy during sex, meeting him thrust for thrust. Each forceful slap sent her frame forward. Sent her very being into overdrive. Her hands braced on the copier, her fingers turning white as her grip was super tight.
"You love taking me like this, don't you?" Cat taunted him, leaning up a bit. "I'm you're girl." His lack of being able to reply was proof enough. The vacuum-seal feel of her slick inner walls drove him mad, and his entire body trembled and shook. "Admit it, you love it," she teased him with a wicked tongue.
"I love it," he growled, and she titled her head giving him a hungry kiss. She had her hand behind his head, fingers full of his hair, forcing his tongue deeper in her mouth, sucking wildly, fucking like animals. When his thrust turned erratic and slower, she knew he was close, sending them both barrelling so close to that edge of blissful oblivion. Her eyes shut tight. Feeling a scream building, she stuffed her hand in her mouth. Oh God this was good. Both panted and groaned as they came together, violently, and powerfully spasming against each other and the copier as they basked in the extreme moment.
Deep breaths were taken both looked a mess with his shirt nearly soaked in sweat, his trousers around his ankles, looking as if he'd run a marathon. Cat, her skirt somewhere on the floor, her thighs shiny with sweat, slouched against the copier with her legs open. Her hair looked wild and unruly as his. "What a rush," she commented grinning and giggling. The giggling didn't stop there as they straightened themselves together even when Jimmy caught them coming out of the room as he was looking for CK.
"Ummm…" he stumbled over his words seeing the flushed looks on their faces. "What happened?" he asked in his blessedly clueless self.
"Paper jam," Cat comment causing Clark to smirk at her.