Three's More Than Company

TITLE: Three’s More Than Company

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 2 of ?

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Kara / Clark / Chloe

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Six and Seven

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner Bros 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. There are going to be some POV shifts through out this, so please bear with me if I occasionally screw that up.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER TWO

Chloe woke slowly to find that her dream was real. She lay in Clark’s arms and on he other side of him was Kara and all of them were naked. She blinked and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before carefully extricating herself from Clark. She shivered slightly in the cool early morning air and after a moment grabbed and slipped into one of Clark’s red flannel shirts she found over the back of a chair, rolling up the sleeves until she could at least see her hands. She pulled the collar to her nose and inhaled; smiling at the masculine scent he had left behind on the material.

She looked at the two sleeping Kryptonians, her lovers. She had lovers, plural. If someone had told her that forty-eight hours ago she would have had them certified after she’d rolled around on the floor laughing. She needed her morning cup of java and they didn’t seem to show any signs of stirring, so she quietly left Clark’s bedroom and headed down to the kitchen. The bracelet on her wrist felt slightly warm against her skin and she was consciously aware of its weight as it shifted when she walked down the stairs. She rummaged through the cabinets and found the coffee and set a pot to brew, taking a strange comfort in the everyday task. She noticed a magazine on the counter, picked it up and started leafing through it as she waited for her coffee.

She wasn’t really reading, just skimming the headlines as her mind had weightier matters to deal with. In a matter of days she had entered into a sexual relationship with two people, one of which she had known for most of her life, Not only that, but it had been her idea. It had started as something beyond her control and could have been excused for a host of different reasons, but she had felt something, something deep inside her had been awakened. She wasn’t kidding herself. She knew she had certain feelings for Clark, precious, long-buried and complicated ones and that they featured strongly in her willingness to take this chance, but there was also her inexplicable attraction to Kara. She had never considered an interest in other women, and couldn’t really see herself considering any other woman in the same light she now viewed the blonde Kryptonian bombshell, but there in lay her dilemma. She was making all these assumptions as to who she was and what her reactions would be, but the last forty-eight hours had turned her world upside down and despite her gut feeling that what they were doing, what she had in essence instigated was the right thing for her, for them, she had doubts about herself and her motives. She sighed and kept flipping through the magazine as her thoughts chased each other around in an endless game of ‘What if?’.

Clark stirred and opened his eyes, feeling that something wasn’t so much wrong as out of balance. He frowned. Kara was snuggled against his left side, but Chloe was missing, but the bed next to him was still warm. He was a little surprised that after having no one in his bed for so long, it suddenly felt wrong to have only one instead of two. He concentrated, cocking his head to the side and after a moment he could hear her moving around in the kitchen. Growing up on a farm, he was an early riser by nature and besides which he felt fresh and invigorated. He let his eyes roam over his cousin’s sleeping form, but restrained from running his hands across her smooth curves as his dick twitched. He slowly shifted off the bed as to not disturb Kara, although from the few months she had been staying with him, he knew she wasn’t a light sleeper. He grabbed his boxers off the floor and slipped into them and left the room to join Chloe. At, the top of the stairs he caught the delicious scent of brewing coffee and he smiled.

He stopped at the doorway to the kitchen, leant against the doorframe and watched Chloe. She was bent over the kitchen counter, facing away from him, flipping through a magazine. She was wearing his shirt and it had ridden up a little to show the smooth creamy backs of her lower thighs and the outline of her curvy ass. It still surprised him a little how he had somehow managed to block out exactly how fine a figure of a woman she was. And, he had definitely never had an inkling, as to how sexy she could be. His dick slid along the cotton of his boxers as he became fully erect. It wasn’t as if he was horny or needed to have sex, but simply thinking of his long time friend in those new terms was arousing and his body reacted. He entered the kitchen and she glanced over her shoulder and then turned to face him. “Good morning.” She greeted him with a smile as he closed the distance between them.

“Good morning to you too.” He returned her greeting as he pressed her lightly back against the counter. She tilted her head up to look at him, aware of his solid half naked form to find his head lowering to hers. She expected a good morning peck and tensed for a moment at the strength, heat and passion of the kiss he planted on her lips. She moaned and opened her mouth for him to plunder, melting into it, pressing herself against the warmth of his body, her arms encircling him as his did her. She could feel his erection against her belly and her libido spiked and she felt herself clench and become wet with anticipation, as she wanted more. His strong hands cupped her buttocks and then she had a short-lived sensation of floating as he easily lifted her of her feet and deposited her o the counter behind her. This left them face-to-face and made it easier for her to return the fervor of his kiss.

She let her hands slide down his broad smooth back and worked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. She grasped the firm globes of his ass, spreading her legs and pulling him between them. She broke their kiss, licking her swollen lips and smiling. She liked the escape giving into her animal side gave her as her arousal gave her a kind of calm focus and put all her doubts and worries into the background. “Are you okay?” he asked, a frown creasing his forehead. “I am now.” She answered, gnawing at her lower lip and lowering her eyes. “That means you weren’t before, Chloe. Talk to me.” He told her and lifted her chin with his finger under it. ”I’m just getting stuck in the whys’ and wherefores’. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I like it, but I’ve never felt this way before and… And, I just don’t trust myself.” She made a dejected grunt. “That’s not the right explanation either. I suddenly don’t seem to know myself and I don’t want that to mess this up. Am I making any kind of sense?” she wondered.

Upstairs, Kara stirred in her sleep, rolling onto her side and hugging her knees to her chest as she felt a sense of unease as she slept.

“C’mere.” He told her wrapping her in his arms, simply holding her to him and she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. And, for that moment he was just Clark, her old friend, despite his erection that pressed against her belly through his boxers and shirt. “Better?” he asked as she lifted her head and they relaxed their embrace and she nodded. “I think we’re all going to have to go through a period of adjustment. We’re discovering something knew about ourselves and it’s bound to be scary. This is new to me too. Kara was raised in a society where what we’re doing was commonplace. Like you I can’t quite believe it either. I didn’t think I had it in me. The Red K showed me differently, but that doesn’t negate the person I am or was. So, let’s just take it one day at a time and like Kara said, we need to communicate. I will be honest, I don’t know how all this is going to work out, but I think we need to see where it leads.“ Clark told her, his eyes searching hers, his hand lightly caressing the small of her back through the flannel of his shirt.

In his bedroom above them Kara relaxed once more, stretching out on the bed with a slumber-soft sigh.

“We’ve really come a long way, Clark.” She commented. “Further than any of would have thought, Chloe.” He agreed. “Coffee’s ready.” He informed her and made to turn away from her to get them some. Chloe tightened her arms and legs around him, making him stop and holding him in place. “The coffee can wait.” She informed in and running her fingers into his hair, pulled his lips to hers and a slow, exploring kiss. She sighed into his mouth and around his probing tongue as he reached between them and cupped and caressed her breast, her nipples hardening to the point of strain under his attentions and she could feel him hard and throbbing against her.

Clark wanted to further address Chloe’s concerns and at the same time work through some of his own, but there would plenty of time for that. The smell of her, the taste of her on his lips and the feel of the heat radiating off her all conspired to make him powerless to resist her simple invitation. He idly wondered how long it would be before he would once again have better control of his carnal desires. Not that he was complaining, but it might get a little embarrassing if he got a hard on every single time he was around Chloe or Kara for that matter. His dick twitched and throbbed as if to argue the point.

His hands left her breasts and dealt with the few buttons she had tied and then he pushed the shirt off her shoulders, leaving her sitting naked on the counter as he broke their kiss. “Lie back.” He instructed her and supported her as she slowly dropped back. He studied her, letting his gaze sweep over her, his expression one of appreciation, hunger, awe and care. “You’re beautiful, Chloe Sullivan.” He informed her in an awed tone and with a gentle smile as he ran his up along her smooth, slightly curved belly and onto her breast. His words were almost as thrilling as his touch. He cupped and lightly squeezed her firm flesh before letting his thumb and forefinger stimulate the sensitive, swollen tube of her nipple. She moaned and rolled her shoulders, pressing her breast into his hand. She moaned again when his mouth surrounded her other nipple with hot, wet suction and she again ran her fingers through his hair, this time pressing his sucking mouth harder to her breast and massaging his scalp.

Chloe let her eyes flutter closed, her lolling to the side as she felt his other hand on her sex. His palm covered her mons and clit with warm rubbing pressure while his fingers stroked through her open and slippery folds, spreading her sex grease around and coating his digits with it before he slowly worked two of them into her. She undulated, rolling her hips to impale herself on his thick probing fingers as he sawed them back and forth through her tight, clenching channel. She deliberately took deep steady breaths as pleasure washed through her, heated her blood and made her nerves sing, using that simple act of control to help her cope with her arousal and the sweet tension she felt building in her belly. She caressed his back and any other part of him she could reach as he suckled and fondled her breasts and explored and caressed the intimate depths of her snatch with pleasurable result that twisted the coiling spring of her building climax, adding to the store of energy it held in check. He made hungry, pleased noises around her nipple, his lips vibrating against her skin.

Chloe opened her eyes with difficulty and lifted her head to look down her chest at Clark. What he was doing was wonderful, but she wanted more. “Clark… Clark!” she called his name. “I… Inside… I want…Need…Please?” she requested, finding it hard to verbalize her need coherently as wave after wave of delight continued to pour into her from his hands and mouth. She surrendered to her need, letting it wash away all her doubts, allowing herself to live in the moment. He lifted his head, holding her nipple in his lips, stretching it before letting go. He licked his lips and freed his cock from his boxers and grasping his shaft, guided it to her snatch. He rubbed the thick, pointed head through her folds, making her hips jerk when he flicked her clit with it.

The height of the counter was perfect, allowing them to line up with ease. She gasped, her back arching as he gripped her hips and pulled her onto him as he thrust forward. She heard him groan and toss his head back as he slid into her, his length filling her, his girth stretching her as he forged a fiery trail of friction into her resisting depths. Her sex flexed and clutched at him, testing his unyielding hardness in a vain attempt to stall his forward progress, but only managed to add to the sensation of being penetrated as he speared himself fully into her intimate core. She groaned, deep in her throat, part discomfort and part pleasure as she adjusted around him as he rocked his shaft back and forth in her tight, but slippery embrace and ground lightly against the pearl of her clit.

Asleep in the bed above their heads, Kara smiled, snuggling against the pillow under her head as her hand unbidden found its way between her legs to lightly caress herself.

“Christ, that feels so good.” He commented on a heavy breath, looking down at her. “Yes, it does.” She agreed with an encouraging purr as she slowly undulated, lifting and rolling her hips to increase the range of his movements. He shifted her legs from around his waist, lifting them and bending them toward her, pinning then behind his forearms as he gripped the edge of the counter changing his angle and allowing him to go deeper. Her breath hitched and she gripped his wrists as he pressed at the tight ring of the entrance to her cervix before he backed off and began to slowly stroke in and out of her with nearly full-length strokes. She could see lust and passion blaze in his eyes, but there was also a sense of extreme control. She could see his nostrils flare, and his jaw clench as his strokes gathered speed as well as strength, rocking her body with the impact, sending physical shock waves through her that made her breasts shake and sent surges of pleasure into her, winding the spring that was collecting the energy of her building climax ever tighter.

She let out little cries as his dick head jabbed at her cervix, not quite breaching it. Her snatch squeezed at him, almost in self-defense, flooding wet and slippery to salve the burning passage of his thick manhood through her intimate core while her hips bucked and circled to meet him and urge him on. He leaned forward, pushing her knees closer to her chest as he reached for her lips with his and she let out a wailing cry that died to a soft whimper as he drove into her womb with the new angle. She could see surprise in his eyes and his rhythm faltered and slowed. “Are you okay?” he asked in concern, his lips hovering over hers. “Yes… Yessss… Clark… Don’t… Don’t stop!” She ground out from between clenched teeth and he responded to her requested by resuming his pounding rhythm and pace.

Kara woke suddenly and with a heavy groan, disorientated and confused. Her body sang with pleasure, but blinking and looking around, she found herself alone in Clark’s bed. She did have three of her fingers buried in her snatch, and her other hand clutched at her breast. She steadied her breathing and then concentrated, realizing what was going on. Her smile broadened and she continued to pleasure herself, adding her own pleasure to that she was receiving from Chloe through the bracelets that linked them.

Chloe panted, forcing her jaw to relax so that she could open her mouth to draw in air through it as well as her nose. She swallowed hard to work moisture into her throat as little cries and heavy moans escaped her each time he found her heated centre. His lips found hers, and sucked at them, but neither could hold the lip lock for long as their chests heaved with the need to find oxygen to fuel their coupling. Her skin was hot and tingly, almost itchy with sensitivity as the force of their colliding bodies shifted her back and forth, her back sliding on the counter top as she tried to brace herself and didn’t quite succeed. He started to grunt, his teeth once again clenched as she felt herself start to quiver, her sex sporadically clutching at his driving shaft and the clockwork of her building orgasm began to slip and strain to hold the energy contained in the spring that was powering it.

She lost the battle with a joyous cry of his name and the spring pushed beyond its limits uncoiled, releasing all its energy in an intense powerful jolt of pleasure that locked her muscles and transformed quivers to heavy shudders as she climaxed. Her eyes went wide as her back arched into a taut bow, pressing her torso hard against his as he humped into the tightly clenched fist of her channel sparking further waves of delight to rapidly tense and relax her body. He released her legs and gathered her into his arms, still thrusting into her in short, frenzied strokes that finally took him over the edge as well with a drawn out, growled groan. She cried out again as she felt him swell and pulse inside her, his essence adding heat and fuel to the furnace of her orgasmic core as he pumped it into her in heavy spurts. She clutched at his back, nails scrabbling over hard, shifting muscles. She tasted the salt of sweat on his shoulder as she tested the corded muscles with her teeth as she shook in his warm embrace as they shared their release.

Clark held her and she clung to him as her climax ravaged her body and swamped her senses with delicious sensation. Her hands found his butt and squeezed his ass cheeks rhythmically, causing him to thrust slightly into her, stirring the morass of their combined juices inside her and keep the waves of climactic pleasure pulsing into her. She finally rested her forehead on his shoulder, her eyes drooping closed, spent, panting heavily, her breath ragged and her heart pounding in her chest as her climax faded, but sparks of electric sensation and stimulation still arched across her nerves at random. Her sex clenched and flexed around him and she heard him grunt, as he must have finally emptied his balls. She felt his lips hot and wet on her shoulder, tracing a trail to her neck where he nuzzled at her skin.

Kara frigged her clit, hard and fast as she felt Chloe’s climax near and then used it to spark her own, her snatch locking around her fingers, belly and breath shuddering as she squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. She turned her head and buried her scream of release into the soft pillow, her body a tense curve. When she was able, she rolled onto her back and lay panting, awash with her own pleasure and satisfaction, as well as Chloe’s. After a little while, she gathered her wits and after stopping at her room to slip into her short, silk robe she headed downstairs to the kitchen and her lovers.

Clark and Chloe stayed like that until their bodies cooled and their breathing and heartbeats once again found their normal rhythms and rates. His hand stroked her hair while its twin caressed her back in a slow warm circuit. She felt him shrink, but not go entirely limp, staying just inside her and she sighed as she lifted her head. He did as well and after only the slightest of pauses, they kissed, slow and gentle, his lips sliding across and sucking at hers while tongues lightly caressing. “I guess I could get used to this.” She told him as she broke the kiss with a quick peck. “Me too.” He sighed and rolled his hips, shifting his semi-limp dick inside her entrance, brushing against her clit and sending a delectable shiver through her.

“Good morning, you two.” Kara greeted them as she entered the kitchen. The short robe she wore seemed to accentuate more then it covered and Chloe let her eyes wander over the statuesque blonde Kryptonian with admiration. Clark turned to face his cousin, returning her greeting and Chloe let out a short groan as he slid completely out of her before she did the same. “That was quite a wake up call you gave me.” Kara informed them as she laid out three mugs for their coffee and they both frowned at her. She flashed them an amused grin and held up her wrist and tapped the bracelet. “Oh… err sorry if I… we woke you” Chloe apologized, realizing what Kara meant as she slipped his shirt back onto her shoulders, but didn’t button it. “Don’t be ridiculous, Chloe. I can’t think of a better way to be woken up.” She negated Chloe’s apology and walked over to them with the coffee. She gave first Chloe and then Clark a long searching kiss before handing them their mugs. Kara ran her hand down Chloe’s chest, lightly caressing her breast in passing, slid her fingers over the petite blonde’s ribs and torso and between her legs.

She noted Chloe’s eyes widening, her mug poised at her lips as Kara dipped two fingers into her lover’s snatch and collected some of the fruits of Chloe and Clark’s labors. The steam off Chloe’s mug shifted behind the breath she slowly let out as Kara caressed Chloe’s intimate flesh for a few short moments before removing her thoroughly coated fingers. Kara smiled, as their eyes seemed to follow her fingers as if mesmerized as she stuck them into her mouth and sucked then clean with a satisfied smack of her lips. “Damn, that’s hot.” Clark commented and she saw his dick twitch in agreement and Chloe simply nodded slowly. Kara winked at both of them. “Well maybe I did just think of a slightly better way to be woken up.” She recanted with a soft laugh before taking a sip of her coffee. “We’ll have to see what we can do.” Chloe promised and they all shared a soft, affectionate chuckle.

TO BE CONTINUED