Red K Summer

TITLE: Red K Summer AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Clark / Other / Chloe... RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three UNIVERSE: A look at how Clark spent his summer between the end of Season Two and the beginning of Season Three. DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za CHAPTER TWO Metropolis, 1:37am, Saturday, Down town, The alley behind Club Dare The door opened and light and music spilled out, along with Chloe. He was leaning against the wall, hidden from her view by the open door and she started and yelp when he slammed it shut. She didn't see him crush the lock, effectively sealing the door. He didn't want them to be accidentally interrupted. He moved around and then forward, forcing her to step back until her back was against the wall next to the door and he was towering over and just inches from her. He could see apprehension in her eyes. "Hey there, Chloe. Long time. No see. Well... Actually that's not true. It's only been three weeks, now hasn't it?" he asked leaning in even closer. "Clark... I errr. I... Your parents... I mean we..." she stammered. "Yes. Yes. That's all good and well." He stopped her. "Did you enjoy the show?" he asked suddenly changing tack completely. He grinned inwardly at the consternation in her eyes. She smelled good, like strawberries, but with a hint of sweat and something spicy he had only recently come to know as arousal. This was Chloe. She had been his friend for a long time. She was only trying to help. He should just let her go. He felt the ring on his hand flare and a red haze filled his vision for a moment. "Clark?" he heard her call his name in question as the haze cleared. "Well, did you?" he continued as if nothing had happened. She started to stammer an answer, but stalled when she saw the leering grin he flashed down at her. "I think I know the answer, but I believe I need to make sure." He told her, his tone mock-stern. He dropped his hand to the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. "Clark!!" she cried out his name in shock and grabbed his wrist. Her consternation was strangely satisfying to him, well not so strange he thought as he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. He could see her trying to stop the advance of his hand, but she couldn't even when she added her other hand. "No, Clark, stop it!" she yelled at him and then pleaded "Clark, please." as his hand moved between her legs. Her helplessness excited him and the begging just added to his excitement. When she finally gave up and his fingers slid over the crotch of her panties it was pure triumph. He leaned even further forward, pressing his body against hers. He caressed her lace covered sex. His grin widened. Chloe was wearing lace panties. He had always pegged her as a cotton kinda girl. He'd even take odds they were black. He'd guessed she would be damp, but he actually felt moisture leaking onto his fingers as he rubbed them across her. He saw her blink when he withdrew his fingers, which he then, slowly and deliberately stuck in his mouth. "Hmmm Hmmmm. I do believe you really did enjoy the show, Chloe." He whispered into her ear before nipping her earlobe, making her gasp. "What else do you like, Chloe?" he asked, but didn't give her a chance to answer as he captured her lips with his. She resisted him, but not nearly as much or as hard as he would have thought. He sucked at her lower lip, feeling it swell under his attentions and then thrust his tongue past her lips to writhe with hers. He kept his eyes on hers until her lids fluttered closed. He heard her moan into his mouth and kissed her harder. She moaned again when he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh for the second time and then played with her while he ravaged her mouth. She gasped again when he reached back between her legs, spidered his fingers up her buttocks, hooked the tips over the waistband, pressing his wrist hard against the gusset of her panties. He made her yelp when he flexed his hand, grinding his wrist into her sex and tearing her panties with a loud ripping sound. "C-Clark, I... We..." she stammered. "What?" he asked stopping her. He found her mixture of reluctance, fear, excitement and confusion this created in her enduring, but it also fueled his building lust for her. With, deliberate slowness, he unzipped his slacks and freed his erection. "Clark, No. This isn't you. This is wrong." She told him pressing her hands against his chest in an attempt to push him away and he let her create some seperation. "Is it, Chloe? Do you know me that well, do you know yourself that well and why, why would you say this is wrong? I'll admit, the location isn't the best, but I've tasted how much you want this, I can smell it." He yelled at her and again closed the distance between her, this time insinuating himself between her legs and pressing her back hard against the wall. "Wrong or not, Chloe. I want this, now." He growled in her ear before hiking up her skirt, taking hold of her waist and lifting her off her feet. When he lowered her it was onto his erection. When she slowly sank onto him, surrounding him in her heat and moisture, her arms and legs wrapped around him as well. He reveled in the delicious friction as her resisting flesh gave way to him inch by pleasurable inch. He almost couldn't wait to be completely inside her before he started fucking, but he managed, even giving her a moment to settle. "Oh fuck!" he heard her groan as he held her completely impaled on his shaft. The rapid beat of her heart along with their breathing made her sex pulse around him sending waves of pleasure through him. He found her lips with he's, kissing her hungrily before he let his lips roam over her neck and shoulders. She gave a little grunt as he pinned her against the wall and used that leverage to begin slowly moving back and forth inside her. After a few strokes he felt her hips roll to accommodate and accentuate his thrust. When they found a happy medium between co-operation and resistance he picked up the pace. Her legs tensed around him and her hands scrabbled at his back and then to his hair as he buried his face in her cleavage. She made little cries with each pounding thrust and she felt great, but that was not all he wanted out of this. He kept his pace hard, but steady feeling her body react, finding the things that added to her pleasure as he drove her to her peak. He feels her movements becoming erratic. Her skin is flushed against his as he licks, sucks an nips at it. Her sex flutters around him and he can feel the muscles of her stomach shudder. He knows she's close and he deliberately backs off enjoying her mewl of dissatisfaction he draws from her. The first few times, having no inhibitions was all about he's own pleasure, but he'd quickly learned power was much longer lasting than an orgasm. He toyed with her, taking her close and then backing off again and again until she was humping hard against him. He toyed with her a little more and then, he let her take herself over the edge. He luxuriated in the flood of heat and moisture as her channel clenched and relaxed around him and she cried out his name. He let some of his control go and deposited a healthy spurt of semen into her. He wondered fleetingly at the possible consequences of that, but made the educated guess that Chloe would most likely be on the pill. If not... He didn't stop pounding into her, keeping her orgasm rolling until she slumped limp and boneless in to his arms professing her inability to handle any more. He let her relax, holding her slight weight easily until her breathing returned to normal. He continued to nuzzle at her neck as he slid out of her and lowered her until she took some of her weight on her own feet. "Clark." She started, but he stopped her with a finger over her lips. His hearing pricked up. He could hear someone calling Chloe's name from the entrance to the alley and footsteps coming closer. "Shhhh, hush now. Just listen. Tell anyone that you found me and I'll simply disappear to where no one not even you can find me, but before I go I will make sure that every one knows what we did here and how much you enjoyed it." He threatened her and was satisfied he got his point across as her body stiffened in shock at his word and the cold tone in which he'd delivered them right into the shell of her ear. He could hear the person coming down the alley. He figured it had to be Lois. HE wouldn't mind seeing more of her, but not tonight. "Remember Chloe. Tell no one, but if you feel like having a little more fun look me up. I bet you know where my apartment is." He finished before running his tongue along the shell of her ear. He saw her eyes close and a shudder run through her before he sped away. He watched from a second story fire escape as Chloe opened her eyes and looked around in surprise at his sudden disappearance only moments before Lois showed up. He heard the blonde make up the excuse of just needing some air and Lois's comment that the young reporter did look flushed, before, with a wicked grin in their direction he made his way back to the club. The night after all was till young. SHOULD IT BE CONTINUED?