Fast Lane

TITLE: Fast Lane AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Clark / Lois RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three UNIVERSE: What if Lois met Clark during his Red Kryptonite summer between the end of Season 2 and the beginning of Season 3 while she is going through a rebellious phase of her own. 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. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER TWO The streets of Metropolis, Late He toyed with her for the rest of the cab ride. His hand caressed the inside of her thigh, but never again quite touched her sex and he kept his kisses light, breaking them when she hungrily tried to deepen them. He was playing her and she knew it and he knew that she knew it. And, she let him, enjoying the way he was building her desire, but that didn't mean she couldn't play either. She kneaded his thigh, just below his crotch and occasionally, as if by accident, she would brush her hand along the bulge in the front of his trousers, making it twitch. She would catch glimpses of the cabby watching them in his rearview mirror and it made the whole thing naughtier, sexier and more fun. They reached their destination, a modern-looking apartment building in what appeared to be an up market neighborhood and Clark paid the cabby telling him to keep the change. They exited the cab, but she caught the door before Clark could close it and leaned back into the cab. She deliberately leaned quite far forward so that the front of her dress hung down giving the cabby a good view of her cleavage. "Have a good night and I hope you enjoyed the show." She told him cheerfully and winked. "Yes, and you be having a good one also." He answered, in heavily Russian-accented English and chuckling gave her a wave as he drove off once she had closed the door. "What was that all about?" Clark queried. "Nothing." She replied overly sweetly and gave him a secretive smile. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing further about it. The doorman greeted Clark and ushered them into the spacious foyer. "So, Clark... What is it you do when not picking up stunningly beautiful women at clubs?" she asked as they made their way to the bank of elevators on the far end of the lobby. "A little of this and a little of that, but like you, you could say I am on vacation at the moment." He answered evasively. She gave him a wary sidelong glance. "I'm not a serial killer psychopath, I promise, cross my heart." He told her, actually crossing his heart, his voice serious and sincere. She gave him an appraising look and then stepped into the elevator with him. He hit the button, marked roof, and the elevator started its ascent smoothly. "Remember, Clark, you promised." She told him softly and took his face in her hands and pulled his lips down to hers. He slid his feet forward, between hers and leaned back against the elevator wall, to accommodate their height difference as he opened his mouth under the insistent probing of her tongue. His arms wrapped themselves around her, his hand finding and firmly cupping her ass cheek and pulling her against him. The bottle of champagne was still cool against her back and she ground against the long, thick tube of his cock through his pants. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples hot little points that pressed back into the firm globes, even while they hardened and expanded. She nipped lightly on his lower lip before tracing the top of his teeth with the tip of her tongue and then letting it slip into his mouth. She let her fingers slide from his cheeks and into his hair and the soft locks tickled the sides of her fingers. Their heads shifted allowing their lips to slide and their lip lock to become more intense. Their tongues snaked and wrestled in the hollow of their joined mouths, advancing and retreating. She leaned against him, her body sliding against his to the rhythm of his squeezing hand on her ass, almost humping, but not quite. She moaned her enjoyment deep in her throat, as her body again grew hot and tingly with renewed desire. It took them a moment to realize what was happening when the elevator came to a stop with a soft chime and the door slid open. He sucked lightly on her tongue as she pulled back and took all of her weight back on her feet. She pressed another quick kiss to his lips before he straightened and led her from the elevator. The large, well-lit room he led her into was amazing. It structure was built almost entirely of glass. The clear, glittering swimming pool at its centre was not quite Olympic sized, but near enough with a high diving board at the end furthest away from the elevator. She assumed, hoped that was the deep end. There were steps leading down into the pool at the end they were standing in front of. There were divans and deckchairs scattered around the poolside and she even saw stacks of fluffy white towels on a service cart subtly hidden behind one of the potted palms that were placed at intervals around the pool. She moved ahead of him to one of the large glass-paned walls, which gave a magnificent view of Metropolis and the horizon beyond. Stars twinkled above her through a high, vaulted glass dome ceiling. She heard a clink of glass behind her and glanced over her shoulder to see him placing the bottle and champagne flutes on the ground, near the edge of the pool. She turned back to admire the view and she heard his soft footsteps grow closer until she could feel his presence behind her. His arms slid under hers and around her body and again, like at the club ,his hands cupped her crotch and breast, but this time lightly and without any real intent. She didn't even realize she was leaning back against him, until she was and she placed her hands over his as they both looked out over the slumbering city. She could see their reflection superimposed over the city scene, his head just above her left shoulder, his eyes distant. A red glint in the reflection caught her eyes and she cast her eyes down seeing a heavy ring with a red stone on his left hand, which she had, strangely, failed to notice before. It seemed somehow out of place, but she assumed it must have some special meaning to him. Her natural curiosity made her want to ask him about it, but she guessed he'd most likely be as evasive about it as he had been about what he did for a living and she didn't want to spoil the moment. She even admitted to herself that it definitely was 'a moment', simple and special and something she would remember for the rest of her life. It freaked her out a little that she was having it with someone she hardly knew and who was essentially a stranger, but somehow, that added to the thrill and the rightness of it. They stood like that for awhile, lost in their own thoughts, silent and comfortable and then he slowly lowered his head and kissed and lightly nibbled his way from the curve of her shoulder to the juncture of her neck, which she exposed by tilting her head away from the feather-light touches of his lips. He continued up the column of her neck and nuzzled her hair until his lips touched the shell of her ear. His hands under hers started to slowly move and caress, pleasuring her, making an unmistakable statement that his reason for bringing her here had very little to do with the view. She rolls her butt back into his cloth-covered erection in response. "I thought we were here to cool off?" She asks him, but doesn't give him any time to answer before continuing: "But, all you're doing is making me all hot and bothered." She turns in his embrace and places a finger over his lips, forestalling any comment he may have had. She can see the desire in his eyes as clearly as she had felt his arousal against her butt a moment before and she gives him a deliberate, slow, sultry wink. She ducks under his arm and out of his grasp and pads slowly back to the head of the steps leading into the pool and its cool water. She can feel his eyes on her back like a warm caress as she kicks off her shoes with a clatter that echoes in the vastness of the room. She reaches up to each of her shoulders in turn and slips the thin straps of her dress off their rounded curves and she literally walks out of the garment as it slides off her body in a whispering caress. This leaves her in only her lacey, pale, pastel blue, strapless bra and matching high cut panties. The bra clasps in front and she opens it as she continues to walk, with a soft sigh of relief and lets it trail behind her for a step or two before she lets it drop from her hand. She puts an extra, sultry little sway to her hips for his benefit. She hadn't realized how uncomfortable the undergarment had become as her breasts perked up with arousal. The air felt good on her skin and the lower curves of her breasts are a light warm touch against her skin underneath it as they shift ever so slightly when she moved. She can hear his footsteps behind her change as he discards his shoes. She doesn't look back as she hears the rustle of clothing being removed. At, the head of the steps heading into the pool she pauses and slides her fingers under the waistband of her panties. She slides them off her hips and shimmies until they slip down her thighs and down the rest of her legs. She steps one foot out of the lacy undergarment and hooking it onto the other flicks it off to the side before entering the pool. The water is shockingly cold as she takes the first step, but soon becomes comfortably cool as she continues, the water slowly rising up her legs and then her thighs. After a moment she takes the plunge, letting the cool water slide over her body from head to toe as she swims a few strokes. When she stands again the water is just below her breasts and she slicks her hair back from her face and turns to face the way she had come. She is unable to swallow the gasp that escaped her lips. He was standing at the head of the steps, naked and as fine a specimen of manhood as she had ever seen, finer, in fact, than most. His maleness stands thick, long, hard and erect. It is a magnet for her eyes that brings heat to her skin, but that is not why she gasped. His smooth chest is marred by a brutal looking burn scar in the shape of a symbol of some kind that shows that it was by no means accidental. She moves back towards him, unable to take her eyes off his chest. He steps into the pool until they are standing mere inches from each other. She cannot help herself, she reaches up and lightly traces the raised flesh. "What happened?" she queried softly in a hushed tone. For, a moment, it looks like he won't answer as he pays with the ring on his left hand, but finally he does, in a way. "A gift... from my father. Shall we say, he didn't quite appreciate or approve of my life choices." He explains and she can see the pain in his eyes. "Suddenly I don't feel so bad about my fathers disappointments in me." She tells him and his chuckle as a bitter note to it. "Shall we forget our fathers for the present? I am almost sure neither of them would approve of..." he asks her, leaving the statement playfully and suggestively open ended. Her response is to close the distance between them and allow him to gather her into his arms and lifts her lips to his. They kiss deeply and hungrily, thoroughly exploring each other's mouths. With, her in his arms, he continues to walk into the pool. The water surrounds her, buoying her body as she wraps her legs around him. The water is cool as it brushes passed her skin, but his body is hot, pressed against her front and the hard bar of his penis is even hotter against her belly. Her body undulated against his as they slid deeper in the water causing ripples to spread out from them across the still surface of the pool. Their mouths parted as she dragged in a heavy breath and their lips and tongues turned to tasting each other's shoulders and necks. His lips on her skin leave blooms of warmth, making the water feel colder than it is and making the skin not attended by him to dimple and pebble with goose pimples. Her breasts slide wetly against his chest, her nipples scraping back and forth across his smooth chest and then the raised ridges of his scar, sending sparking little bursts of sensation into her chest. Her fingers and nails test the smooth, hard muscles of his back, feeling them flex under her hands. His fingers play along the ridges of her spine leaving lingering little spots of heat on her skin from his touch. He must have been walking at an angle, or had turned at some point without her noticing, but she suddenly finds her back up against the edge of the pool. His direction, she realized, hadn't been random as she notices the bottle of champagne close at hand and that the wrapper had already been removed from its top. He took her hands from around his neck and placed them on the rim of the pool. She frowns and he smiles as he creates a little separation between them. He reaches passed her and after a moment she hears a loud pop followed by the hiss of foaming liquid as he broaches the champagne. She had flinched at the loud, sharp noise in the silence of the large room and feels a little sheepish at her reaction, but his smile turns a little apologetic before he leans forward and kisses her lips softly. He puts his head next to her and quietly tells her to lean back, his voice is like velvet and she does as he asks. He holds the champagne bottle above her and she opens her mouth, guessing at his intension. He tilts the bottle, dribbling some of the fizzy, pale gold liquid into her open mouth. It tickles her tongue and throat. He repeats the process a few times and then shifted the bottle and kept it tilted, pouring the bubbly liquid onto her chest. It tingled as it splashed and fizzed against her skin and ran down her chest, the top of her breasts and down her cleavage. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine and then he lowered his warm lips and swirling tongue to her skin, lapping the champagne off her skin. The mixture of heat and cold intensified the sensations, making her sigh and her head loll back. His warm lips occasionally found her nipples, sucking on them lightly, his lips warming the hard tips as he lifted them free of the water. His hard cock was a hot, steel rod against her belly, made even hotter by the coolness of the water around her. He continued to pour the champagne, occasionally switching back to her mouth allowing her to gulp down healthy mouthfuls of the bubbly alcohol. Eventually and inevitably the bottle emptied and he set it aside. They grinned at each other. He took hold of her waist and she braced her hands on the edge of the pool. She relaxed her legs where they were wrapped around him and he lifted her. She felt his hard, throbbing shaft slide down her belly and over her crotch, and then his thick cock head was sliding between the folds of her slit. He found her entrance, hovered there for a moment and then slowly lowered her. Her breath hitched and she let out a short, sharp gasp as he slowly entered her, the pointed head pressing into her tight, resisting flesh. His eyes held hers in an intense gaze as he filled and stretched her. His heat joined hers, making the water feel frigid in comparison to their connection. His thick girth stretched her, making her flesh clench and drag along his shaft in resistance and erotic friction. He filled her inch, by slow inch. Her lids lowered, heavy with the sensations of pleasure surging warmly through her belly and snaking up her spine, but she never quite closed her eyes, keeping that visual contact with him. She could see his desire burning there. See his enjoyment of the pleasure of their intimate connection. She could also see a kind of haunted sadness and a sense of loss and being lost, just lurking around the edges. His breath hissed out in a long exhalation as he came to rest fully inside her. Her thighs rested on her hips and she locked her ankles against his firm butt. She drew in a long, shuddering breath through her nose, as they remained still, her sex pulsing around his thick, throbbing shaft where it fills her core. She takes her hands off the edge of the pool and wrapped her arms around his neck. He shifted his hands off her waist and slid them around to cup the globes of her ass. His fingers test her firm pliant flesh, driving warmth into them. He bends his knees, lowering them slightly deeper into the water. The added buoyancy helps when he lifts her and she uses her arms around his neck to help him. This time, she does close her eyes, better to savour the sensation of his shaft sliding from the depths of her flesh. He lowers her again, straightening a little at the same time, sliding into her smoothly and so they start their slow, passionate aquatic dance. They strain with and against each other, finding a steady rhythm, rocking and grinding when their pubic bones meet, her clit mashed into his pubes and wave upon wave of pleasure shoots through her system. Each of those waves leave a little of themselves behind to pool in the pit of her stomach, evolving into a tight, slowly expanding, roiling ball of energy that is her building orgasm. Their sounds of ecstasy and delight rise from murmurs to soft cries and words of encouragement as they continue to buck, rise and fall. Her breasts are flattened against his chest, but slide and drag across his skin with their movements and she can feel the ridges of the scarred symbol. Her nipples brush across them again with jolts of electric sensation and heat drives into her chest. The water sloshes and splashes around them as they start to move faster, the ball of energy in her stomach, growing faster, expanding to lick and arch into her muscles, making her quiver, making her moan, even whimper. They kiss when they can, but their lips serve them better to draw in heavy breaths to fuel their sexual exertions or to explore each other's skins. From time to time, he captures one of her nipples, sucking and nipping at it, often stretching it to the point where the boundary between pleasure and pain blurs as he pulls his head back before releasing it, making her gasp. She looks over his shoulder as she tests the hard, corded muscle there with her teeth, and a strange, abstract little part of her mind notes the ripples they are making and the way the light dances off them as they spread out across the still surface of the rest pool. They are pounding together now, bodies tensing and then relaxing, but never quite. Her sex grasps and flexes around him as he throbs and twitches inside her. The water caresses her body as she moves through it. Her copious, thick, hot cream lubes him inside her and the water creates a cool film between their skins to allow them to slide smoothly together. She feels herself start to lose control of her muscles and she can feel her heart pounding almost in sync with his, where she can feel it beating against her breast in a rapid drumbeat. It feels so amazingly good and she never wants it to end, but body is starting to lose its ability to cope with the sensory overload of the pleasure his pounding cock, squeezing hands, sucking mouth and swirling tongue are creating. She tries to contain the explosive energy inside her, but it continues to grow, squirming and clawing at her senses, as its need for escape grows more and more urgent. She can feel him pulsing inside her, his thick length filling her completely, again and again and again. Her breathing is growing ragged as is his and she can feel the small of her back tighten. It is the only warning she has as when she drives herself down onto his rising hips, her climax breaks free ripping through her body. She throws her head back and screams her release to the night sky beyond the high, domed glass ceiling. Fire sweeps across her nerves and electricity arches up her spine and through her muscles. Her sex locks around him in an iron vice-grip and then ripples massaging the unyielding organic steel shaft inside her. Her juices . Her ears are filled with her own cry and the pounding of her blood. Her eyes are wide, but the world is out of focus and blurry. Her back and neck is a hard, curved column, the bones grind together with intensity of her tensed muscles. His hips grind into her, grind against her clit adding fuel to her rolling orgasm. She feels him swell inside her, pressing against the tight grip of her channel. Once, twice, thrice and then a forth time and she feels a flood of liquid heat joining her own in her intimate depths. He grunted each time he spurted inside and then she allows the world to dissolve as she luxuriates in the pleasure. She doesn't know how much time has passed, before she once again becomes aware of the world around her. But, she does as she feels him shrink out of her. Her sex twitches at the loss and she feels the thick, heated result of their passionate coupling flood out of her. The water around her suddenly feels almost uncomfortably cold and she can feel gooseflesh rise all over her skin. He must have noticed her shiver because he tightens his arms around her, pressing his body warmly against hers. She gives a little groan as echoes of her orgasm snakes through her body and her head is resting on his broad shoulder. She doesn't remember when she put it there. It takes her a little while before she lifts her head and their eyes meet. Their heads move and they share a lingering kiss. She feels his lips smile, just as they break the kiss. "Wow! That was... Wow!" she comments softly. "Yeah, that about sums it up." He playfully agrees with her with a twinkle in his eye. "You seem to be feeling a little cold, now. So, I think, I need to get you into a nice warm bed." He observes. "Why, Clark, are you intimating that you want to sleep with me?" she asks with a grin. He rocks his head slightly from side to side with a thoughtful expression on his face. "I guess there would be sleeping... Yes! There definitely will be sleeping...eventually anyway." He answers, his features serious and nodding his head slowly as if his answer were the result of deep deliberation. She can't help the laughter that bubbles out from inside her and the grin he gives her is absolutely devilish and the glint in his eye tells her the night is far from over. He doesn't wait for any further answer from her, shifts her in his arms and carry her, still chuckling, to the stairs leading out of the pool. TO BE CONTINUED