Lord, he was big.
Everywhere.
Chloe tried cupping all of the hardness protruding from the front of Clark's jeans, but it was larger than her palm. Suddenly she needed to see it, feel it. She had only seen one other and Jimmy hadn't felt anything like that.
Her fingers worked quickly, frantically, at Clark's belt, then the button under it. She was slower and more careful as she lowered the zipper. The sound of the metal teeth parting seemed incredibly loud, even over the sound of her racing heart and heavy breathing. She chanced a look up at Clark. He was watching her with hot eyes. His lips were slightly parted and she heard him breathing fast.
She smiled, feeling suddenly wicked as she pushed the edges of his fly open. He had blue boxers underneath, but his large, ready staff had worked free of them.
Chloe blinked.
"Oh my..."
Clark was a hugely muscular guy, but that hadn't necessarily meant that he would be proportional there. But he was - very much so, it seemed. For just a moment she wondered if she could physically accommodate him. A pulse in her most secret place assured her that her body was certainly more than willing to try.
She watched fascinated as he twitched. Without thinking, she leaned forward and touched him with her tongue.
At the touch of her tongue, Clark's body jumped and he made a strange desperate sound. His eyes were now squeezed tightly closed. She wondered briefly if that was just lust or he was trying to contain his heat vision. Watching his face closely, she leaned in and flicked her tongue over him again. This time his reaction was another sharp noise and barely restrained thrust of his hips.
Interesting.
She reached out with one hand and grasped the base of him, holding him steady as she leaned forward and slowly dragging her tongue along him. She watched Clark's expression tighten. His jaws clenched tighter when she repeated the action. She let her breath rasp over him as she asked softly, "Can you look at me, Clark?"
His jaw still tight, Clark cautiously opened his eyes, though he kept them squinted.
Holding his gaze, Chloe pursed her lips and slowly slid them down over him.
Clark's eyes snapped shut with an almost audible slam.
But she had seen the red fires there.
Fires for her.
Chloe felt amazingly powerful, and damn it, she liked it.
She continued her oral exploration of Clark. She slid her mouth down as far as it would go, but it was so large she couldn't take it all in. She made a mental note to ask Lois, or to read some magazines on how to deep throat. She'd love to be able to take all of him in. For now though, she settled with sliding her hand up and down the base where her mouth couldn't reach. Pulling back a bit, she let her tongue explore the shape of him. Clark's breath hissed between clenched teeth. His eyes were so tightly closed, she suspected he feared shearing through the barn with a heat blast if they were even cracked. Her tongue pressed hard against him, moving over him. Then she began to suck and pull at him.
"F***!" she heard Clark curse.
She paused for just a moment. She had never heard anything worse than "damn" from Clark before. She resumed her suction, this time redoubling her efforts. She heard a squeal and breaking sound and saw Clark's fingers had gone into the old couch. Fluff, fabric, and springs were protruding around his gouging fingers. Clark's hips began pulsing slightly as he fought the desire to thrust into her mouth. His breathing was fast and harsh, and she swore she could see his heart almost beating out of his chest.
"Chloe..." his voice was desperate, warning, and pleading all in one.
He was close. Very close.
She knew she should stop, that if she let him orgasm he probably wouldn't be able to continue to...other things.
But she couldn't stop. She found she desperately wanted to see Clark explode. She wanted to feel the beat of his release. She wanted to taste him as she made him shatter.
So she rumbled a wordless reply without releasing him from her mouth. She knew he would feel the vibrations, and that it would likely set him off.
It did.
With a metallic screech, his hands tore into the couch springs, and his thrown-back head released a loud wordless cry. His hips jounced just slightly as he exploded. Keeping her lips tight around him, she didn't let him escape. She wanted all of him. The physical proof of Clark's fulfilled desire for her.
Her. Not Lana. Not Lois. Not even Alicia.
Her. Chloe Sullivan. She had made him go off like that.
It took long moments for him to stop shaking. When he did and she released him, she carefully climbed up on the other side of the ruined couch and seated herself primly. Well, it would be prim, if she wasn't topless and smiling victoriously.
Clark was blinking stupidly, in obvious shock. After a few more long moments, where she couldn't wipe the smile from her face, he said in a surprised and wondering voice...
"Wow. Just wow. I didn't..." He swallowed and continued. "I didn't know it could be like that."
Now she was slightly confused...and intrigued. "What do you mean?"
He blushed slightly, realizing what he had said. "I've never..."
Comprehension dawned. He had never had a blowj*b before.
Thinking about it, that wasn't surprising. She couldn't see Lana doing that. Too...messy.
To be fair, Chloe had never given one before either. Her one and only sexual experience with Jimmy hadn't involved oral. She hadn't wanted Jimmy to be unable to get to the "main event." Sleeping with Jimmy had been a mistake, but she had been angry and in need of a validation she hadn't really gotten. Now, a part of her was glad for it. That disappointing experience was giving her a unique appreciation for what was happening now. She also knew that next time, when they did eventually get to sex, that it also wouldn't be the painful, bloody experience of a first time.
She found herself smiling at Clark. Slowly he smiled back. Warmly. Very warmly.
Chloe blinked. Clark's body was already starting to harden again. Her eyes flashed up to meet his in surprise. Clark blushed and dropped his eyes, moving to put himself away.
"Yeah, it does that. Don't feel you have to..."
Her reply was a radiant smile.
Wow. Just wow.
Chloe's smile lit up the entire loft. It was full of pure joy. In him, with her, and... what might come next.
Clark knew what she thought that might be, but his innate sense of fairness, along with his own curiosity, had other ideas.
A strange look settled in Clark's eyes and Chloe felt her smile falter. Clark was thinking something...and it clearly wasn't the something she had been thinking.
His blue eyes seemed to darken with a feral light as he grabbed a pillow and covered the gaping hole in the couch between them. Then he was prowling over the couch toward her.
That was the only way she could think to describe it. Prowling.
She leaned back against the sofa arm, feeling slightly nervous now at his intent look.
"Clark?" she asked anxiously. Her voice sounded high and strange to her own ears.
"Yes?" he replied huskily.
"What is that look for?"
"What look?" His eyes were heavy lidded and seductive.
Ignoring the flutter in her belly, she replied. "You look like the big bad wolf considering how much bacon he can get out of the three little pigs."
A flash of humor entered Clark's eyes. His smile became slightly less hungry and more playful. "Well, I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your clothes off!"
Then his big body was on her, pinning her to the couch as she screamed and squirmed in delighted surprise.
Clark playfully nibbled her neck, causing her to shriek with laughter and push against him.
"I'm going to eat you all up!" he growled playfully into her neck.
"No, no, spare me!" she laughed.
Her laughter caught in her throat when she felt Clark's hands working at her own jeans.
With a negligent effort, Clark lifted her hips with one hand and pulled the jeans down with the other as his nibbles on her neck became more concerted and less playful.
She kicked off her shoes and socks as Clark got the jeans off.
Her breath started coming fast and heavy at the feel of Clark's newly swollen member against the fabric of her matching red satin panties.
Looking down, she saw that he had somehow shed the remainder of his own clothes. The thin red fabric of her panties were the only barrier between them now.
Chloe pressed her hips up against his swollen hardness, inviting him.
But Clark pulled away. She felt momentarily bereft, until she realized he was only moving down her body to get a better angle to remove her panties.
Except he didn't. Instead he watched her, as he cupped her heated mound through the fabric. He was watching her, and his eyes were dark again, though she was no longer scared. She was too turned on now. Still watching her, Clark traced the panty edge slowly. Then he slowly teased the edge up and let his finger slide under. Her hips flew up as she cried out when his finger dipped into her hot core.
Clark's eyes were heavy lidded and slightly red as he removed his finger. Holding her gaze, he very deliberately put the finger in his mouth.
"Sweet..." he breathed out slowly and heavily.
Chloe could only stare in helpless fascination. This was a whole new side of Clark. It seemed like...
Then it hit her, this was his instinctive side. The side that he only let out when under the influence of Red K. This was the side she had seen in Metropolis when he ran off. The buried part, the hedonist part.
And he was letting it show with her.
She shivered again. With lust.
This Clark could do anything.
Especially now as he was working the fabric of her panties down.
He tossed the red fabric over his shoulder and moved to settle between her legs.
But not in the way she expected.
He was settling his face between her legs, not his hips.
"Clark?" she asked slightly concerned. "What are you doing?" She couldn't keep the quaver of fear/lust/uncertainty from her voice.
His smile was more than a little wicked. "Fulfilling my promise. All your clothes are off, so I'm going to gobble you all up." He paused, then continued. "Though, to be fair, I didn't actually blow them off."
Then his tongue was on her.
He had never done this before, but he had been on the football team senior year, and locker room talk was... instructive. Though he did suddenly wish he had taken Pete up on his offer of several "adult" magazines. He would have liked the instruction now, though at the time he had feared his parents finding the mags. It was bad enough when his mom had asked why he went through so many tissues when he never got sick. His father had known why and had circumspectly mentioned using a sock.
Now he suddenly found himself with a real live Chloe naked before him instead of her fantasy version.
So he just started by exploring the outer folds of her with his tongue, swirling around the shape of her. He had never done this with Lana. He had asked, and she had declared it to be too embarrassing. He could see why she might think so, but he had been disappointed just the same.
Chloe had no such reserve. He moved his exploration to the brighter, wetter inner folds. As he did, he found the sweetness he had tasted on his finger coating his tongue. He lapped at the slick sweetness and heard Chloe moan loudly.
Interesting.
He rolled his tongue to a point and slid it experimentally into the source of the sweet, thick, nectar. Chloe moaned even more loudly and lifted her hips up. A new wave bathed his tongue. He pulled the thick wetness up over her slit and found a hard little bud at the top, slightly hidden by the folds. Experimentally, he flicked it with his tongue.
"Holy -!" Chloe cried as her entire body surged off the sofa.
That bud must be the clit the guys had mentioned so much. Though they had said it was hard to find. Maybe they just weren't trying hard enough.
Or maybe it was Chloe. She seemed very responsive.
Not that he had all that much to compare her to.
Still, he knew what to do.
He started drawing the alphabet. The Kryptonian alphabet.
Chloe's hands clenched in his hair as desperate whimpers and pleas fell from her lips. He increased then slowed his movements, now interspersing his alphabet with pure flicks and rolling swirls of his tongue. As her pleas and hip movements became more frantic, he remembered something else the guys had mentioned. He slid one long finger into the hot core of her again, loving the slick wetness of her on his hand. Her pulsed his finger in and our of her quickly as his tongue flicked faster and faster on her clit.
"Clark. Yes! Yes! Clark...!" she gasped.
Clark felt her body tightening around his finger, and just when he thought she couldn't take any more, he curled his finger inside her and scraped over the slightly spongy raised spot her found on the front wall.
Chloe screamed and shuddered and bucked under him. He dragged his finger over the spot inside her as his tongue moved into superspeed. The cry she released could probably be heard by bats in Peru.
Chloe collapsed back onto the couch. No. She melted. There was not a single bone left in her entire body. They had all turned into Jello. No. Not Jello. That had too much substance. Water. She was melting into a puddle just like the Wicked Witch of the West.
At least she would die happy.
Clark lifted himself from between her legs, and wiped his mouth with one strong tanned arm.
Even sated as she was, her body gave an appreciative little clench at the sight.
Clark Kent has just blown her mind with oral sex.
Oh yes, they needed to do that again next time.
He was bulletproof. He had taken down a missile. He had defeated Zod.
But he never felt more powerful than when Chloe had come apart for him.
After getting things between them wrong for so long, it was amazing to now get something so right.
His cock twitched insistently, and he found himself eager to see what else they may be able to get right.
Chloe found her eyes drawn to the hardness of Clark's cock as he pulled away from her. He stood naked before her in all his impossible glory. Her breath caught for a moment as her greedy eyes ran over him. He was trying to look in control and confident, but she saw the faint blush on his cheeks. Alien, hero, and supermodel gorgeous as he was, he was still Clark. Kansas farmboy and her best friend.
And the only man to ever make her come.
She wondered briefly if he had any idea how many times his name had escaped her lips as she touched herself in the dark.
Probably not. Thoughts of Clark had always been fantasy.
Until now.
The reality was so much better.
She got to her feet and stood before him. He was almost a full head taller. She stood just a few inches away from him. Close enough for her body heat to merge with his, but far enough away that not even his raised cock would brush her.
They stood like that for long moments, holding each other,s gaze and saying nothing. Asking and sending permission with their eyes.
They broke the silence at the same time.
"Clark, don't feel you have to -"
"Chloe, if you aren't sure -"
They both cut off at the same time.
Chloe felt her forehead wrinkle. "I mean, I know I kind of pressured you, Clark. If you don't want to... we can stop. I'll understand, I promise."
Coward. Stupid, stupid, coward.
Clark's brows wrinkled to match hers. "Are you saying you don't want to..." His voice trailed off and he blushed furiously.
Damn it! She should have known. Even in her fantasies, Clark never went so far as to actually... enter her.
Taking a deep breath she replied. "No. I mean, I want to, but if you don't... "
"Oh, I want to!" Clark interjected.
Chloe blinked. "You do? Are you sure?"
Clark smiled that wide heart breaking smile of his. "Chloe, I've wanted you before I even knew what it was I wanted. I've wanted you since that first day you kissed me in this loft. I always thought you didn't want me. Not really anyway."
"But I threw myself at you last year!"
"Yes, after being poisoned by kryptonite love juice and telling me over and over for years how important our friendship was. Can you blame me for not believing it? I couldn't risk losing you."
"Point taken. Alright. So how do you feel now?"
"Like I'll be waking up alone any moment now. Like this is more than I could have ever hoped for." He looked down pointedly at his rigid member. "Like I want you very badly."
She let her smile break free. "Good." Then she stepped forward into his embrace.
Clark leaned down and seized the back of Chloe's head with one large hand. He kissed her deeply, massaging her tongue with his own when she slid it into his mouth. He let his free hand fall to her hip and gently pulled her forward. His hard cock rested against her belly, twitching and shining with beads of moisture as he kissed her with the repressed desire of years.
He would never be entirely sure who moved first, but they found themselves back on an undamaged part of the couch. Chloe was sprawled under him, and Clark felt his painfully hard cock hover at the hot wetness of her entrance.
"Ready?" he asked, though he had no idea what he would do if she said no.
"God, yes!" Chloe cried, raising her hips up to meet his piercing thrust.
He slid home with that single push. Chloe released a glad cry, her back arching up from the sofa cushion. For his part, Clark released a wordless exclamation of pure masculine exaltation. Nothing in his entire life had ever felt as good as being buried in Chloe. And that included the mind shattering orgasm from just as little while ago. There was just something innately right about joining his body with hers. Something that defied explanation, something both full of, and greater than, lust.
He finally felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be all along.
Then Chloe began moving under him and his thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.
Chloe had feared the size of Clark when she had first seen him, but now she relished the feeling of stretching fullness. Her body loved the feel of him. The heavy maleness, his scent, the hard body, and velvet-over-steel of his cock in her. It was the most insanely good feeling in the world. And she wanted more.
She raised her hips and squeezed the muscles inside her where they clung to him.
Clark pulled in a tight breath and began moving in her.
All rational thought fled as she chased the sensations flowing through her.
Good. So good.
Chloe's body was wetter and tighter, and clung to him in a way he never could have imagined. It made his fantasies seem like comparing a child's crayon drawing to a great work of art. Unfinished and chaotic bursts instead of the perfection of form and incredible intensity of the real thing. Pressure was building behind his eyes, and he closed them tightly. They itched and burned, and he couldn't risk his heat vision going off. The change left him disoriented, and he felt himself slipping off the couch. He only had time to grasp Chloe as they tumbled to the floor next to the couch with Chloe now on top of him. The fall slammed her still mounted body down on him. Hard.
She let out as gasp that he echoed. He opened his eyes to make sure she was OK.
"Shut your eyes, Clark!" she cried just as he felt the heat coalesce from his vision.
She had seen the warning sign just as she had promised. Then she began moving on top of him and his momentary distraction was gone.
Clark Kent was at her mercy. Chloe had never gotten into horse riding like Lana had, but she could see the appeal in Kryptonian riding. She set a hard, fast pace on Clark's body. He met her every downward press with an upthrust of his own hips. The crashing together of their bodies quickly brought a return of the building pressure she held felt before they tumbled. And then some.
She found unintelligible gasped words and cries coming from her lips as the tightening started in her body. A climbing, building, pressure that left her just on the edge of something earth shattering. She knew Clark was feeling it too when she saw his tight jaw and throaty grunts. Something had to give. Something had to...
Clark reached between them and pressed on her clit just as her body crashed on his again.
That did it. Everything went white as her body went mad.
Clark bellowed as the squeezing, milking, pulsing tightness of Chloe's orgasm sent him over the edge with her. His body spasmed and burst into her. Thankfully, his eyes locked shut without any conscious thought from him. His hands, which had been on her hips, had dropped to his sides as he went rigid. He felt his fingers sink into the wood of the loft floor for a moment. Then he no longer felt the hard floor. But he didn't care as his body was still being squeezed by hers.
The aftershocks were just starting to fade away when a drop and a thump caused Chloe's teeth to rattle and she banged her knees. Her eyes sprang open, confused. They were on the floor. They had been on the floor. So how had they dropped?
Wait. Had they actually been on the floor?
She vaguely recalled that at one point her feet dangled on either side of Clark.
Clark was blinking up at her, just as confused looking as her.
Chloe tilted her head to the side and asked, "Can you fly, Clark?"