Red K Summer

TITLE: Red K Summer AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 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 THREE Metropolis, 4:19am, Saturday, Clark's apartment He kicked the door closed and threw his keys on the counter. The club seemed pretty tame after what he had just done with Chloe and any conquests he might have made would have been fairly superfluous. He emptied his pockets and as he dug in the left one he smiled and pulled out the ruined piece of lace that had been Chloe's panties. He'd been right. They were black. He held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. They were no longer damp, but he could still smell her spicy scent. He guessed familiarity did breed contempt. Who would have thought Little Chloe Sullivan could be such a good lay. He even hoped she'd take him up on his offer. He tucked the panties into the draw next to his bed and took a shower. As, he dried off he caught sight of the symbol scarred on his chest in the mirror. He could still remember the pain from when Jorel had put it there. He clenched his fist and saw the red stone in his ring glint. He shook his head and gave a dismissive snort before throwing his towel at the mirror and leaving the bathroom and going to bed. Metropolis, 2:21pm, Saturday, Clark's apartment. He sat up, blinking blurrily. Someone was banging on his door and hitting the buzzer at the same time. He got up and wrapped the sheet around his waist before making his way to the door. "Alright already!" he yelled as he neared the door and the pounding and buzzing hadn't abated. "What!!" he roared after he unlocked and yanked open the door. He let his chin drop to his chest. "Be careful what you wish for, I guess." He thought as he found Chloe fist still raised to continue knocking at his door. "Go home, Chloe." He told her without looking up and turned, flicking the door closed with his foot. He didn't hear it slam shut, but after a few moments he did hear footsteps before it softly click shut and assumed she hadn't done as she was told. "Well so be it." He thought and stretched and yawned, deliberately letting go of the sheet and letting it fall to the floor. "Clark! Clark!" she called his name, trying to get his attention. He turned around slowly, presenting her with a full frontal. He watched in satisfaction as her eyes locked on his crotch before she averted her eyes to meet his. He heard her gasp and saw her eyes widen as she saw the raised scar of the symbol on his chest. "What do you want, Chloe." He asked crossing his arms over his chest. "I... I... What happened to her chest?" she asked. "Not up for discussion, next." He told her coldly. She took a step closer. "Does it hurt?" she continued. "What part of not up for discussion was misleading, Chloe.", he re-iterated, "Now what did you want." He noted she wore a modest blouse under her denim jacket with a knee length skirt and boots. Cute. "Clark, we need to talk." She told him. "Sure, why not. Make yourself at home. Take off your clothes and we can talk or you could just leave." He delivered his ultimatum unflinchingly watching as first she seemed relieved at his seeming acquiescence to her request and then confusion and shock at his condition. "You can't be serious?" she asked him, holding up her hands. "Serious as a heart attack and after last night you know I mean it. So, what's it going to be. You know where the door is." He stated feeling his dick stir at his friends consternation and the idea of seeing her naked. "Clark, c'mon." she pleaded, but he remained unmoved. He was actually touched by her dogged, if misplaced, persistence to help him as she reluctantly shrugged her jacket off to fall at her feet. She reached down to unzip her boots and he stopped her. "Leave the boots they're cute." He told her and the glare she shot at him amused him even more. He leaned casually against the doorframe of his bedroom, watching her hesitantly get undressed. He was impressed her underwear was dark pink satin with black lace trim that accented her pale skin stunningly. Her striptease stalled when she was left in only her underwear and calf-length black boots. She looked at him pleadingly and he was tempted to force her to continue, but instead he flicked his eyes upward. "Fine. Talk." He told her and walked into his bedroom and flopped down on his bed. She followed, but didn't quite enter the room, but also leaned against the doorframe. "Clark, what happened to you? What's going on? Why'd you disappear like that? Does it have something to do with that thing on you chest?" she fired questions at him. "I wised up, Chloe. That's all. I realized I didn't have to shuck corn for the rest of my life. There are better things out there for me and I decided to go out and find them." He answered glibly. "But, Lana and your folks, me? We miss you." she queried. "They wouldn't understand. You don't. I don't expect any of you to. I'm living my life. Having some fun. You should try it. You might like it, like last night." He told her, sitting up and swinging his feet to the floor so that he sat on the edge of the bed facing her. He watched her blush. "I... I... I..." she stammered. "Don't deny it." He reprimanded her getting up and striding over to her. He saw her press back against the doorframe. She could have slipped out of his bedroom door and left, but she didn't. She lowered her head, then stopped abruptly and lifted it again, but only until she was looking into his chest. He guessed she had seen his growing erection when she'd hung her head and had to look elsewhere. Crooking his finger he ran the back of it over the top of her cleavage and the smooth skin of her chest. He felt goose pimples rise under his touch. He slid his finger under her chin and lifted her face 'til her eyes met his. He slid his other arm around her back, insinuating it between her and the wall and then pulled her forward, hard against his erection. "Wh...Wh... Why are you doing this?" she stammered her eyes flicking from side to side nervously. "Why are you letting me?" he answered with a question of his own and lowered his lips to hers. There was even less resistance than the night before. Her mouth opened under his and his tongue hungrily stormed the bastions of her lips and teeth to fence with hers. He walked them backwards to the bed and when the back of his legs hit the bed he fell backwards pulling her down on top of him. He let her take the offensive. Giving her the illusion of power would make it all the sweeter when she realized she had none. It was also fascinating for him to see this side of Chloe as she ground against him and tried to stick her tongue down his throat. He ran his hands up the back of her thighs and cupped her satin-clad ass cheeks, fondling them thoroughly as their lips writhed sinuously. He dug his hands under the waistband of her panties and did the rest of his fondling directly to the firm flesh of her buttocks. She broke their kiss, breathing hard. He could see the shock and confusion warring with her awakening lust in her eyes and the way she was worrying her kiss-swollen lower lip with her teeth. "It's okay, you know... For, you to want it, to enjoy it, so why deny yourself?" he asked as he tightened his hold on her sweet ass and thrust against the damp front of her panties, making her groan. The doubt was still there, he could see it, but the lust flared and her indecision was being overpowered by her body's reactions. He rolled them onto their side hearing her gasp at the unexpected move before he covered his lips with his again. He kept one hand on her butt, squeezing and rubbing the firm globes. He let his other hand travel up the front of her. He felt her taut stomach shudder under his palm and counted the ridges of her ribs with his fingertips before cupping the slightly more than a handful that was her breast. He squeezed her firm but pliant flesh, feeling the hard nub of her nipple pressing into the palm of his hand. He is pleasantly surprised when finds the clasp of her bra is in the front. He undoes it and then rails his lips from hers down onto her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. Pushing the cups of her bra aside she shrugs and shimmies until she can free herself of the undergarment. He takes the chance to study her breasts, to catalogue their shape, the smooth paleness of her skin, the raised, dusky pink discs of her areola and the plump, gumdrop nubs of her nipples. Strangely enough he had always imagined her nipples would be brown. He swirls his tongue around her areola and nipple in a decreasing spiral, not quite touching the quivering tip, teasing her before he sucks her nipple and as much of her tit flesh into his mouth as he can. He hears her groan and moan as he suck at her flesh and nips at her nipple with his teeth before soothing any hurt he may have caused with his wet flicking, laving tongue. Her hands make random spidery patterns along his back and shoulders and she presses her ass back into his hand as she writhes and humps against in response. Sliding his fingers further forward, between her legs, he finds her wet and open. He runs tow fingers through her swollen slit, spreading her lubricating cream. He pushed her panties off her hips and down her thigh, exposing her. He sucks harder. Pulling back at the same time, stretching her nipple before he lets go, making her gasp. He takes advantage of her open mouth to kiss her again, hard before he starts positioning her. He places her on her knees and then puts her hands on the top rail of the metal headboard, so that her back is to him. She starts to turn, but he is leaning over her and holds her hand firmly on the rail And using his thigh he pushes her legs further apart. He releases her one hand and when he is sure she understands that she is not to move it he uses his now free hand to guide his pulsing hard-on to her swollen flowering slit. HE drives himself forward in one long, smooth stroke and he is gratified to feel her arms lock to give resistance to his thrust. Her hot, moist flesh wraps around his member in inch after inch of pleasurable friction. He reaches around and diddles her clit, making her rock back against hi as he grinds forward. He can feel her pussy flood with her arousal. She can't see his smile turn nasty as he kisses her shoulder and neck. He pulls out of her completely and then rubs the head of his cock up and down her slit, teasing her and at the same time spreading hr lubricating cream. He repeats the process until she is begging him to stay inside her. He plunges back into her and lets her fuck back onto him as she rolls her hips and presses back sliding herself back and forth on his hard shaft. She's really into it now, so it's almost time to make his move. He still has his one hand locked over hers and she makes a sound of dissatisfaction and frustration when he stops playing with her clit and then slowly draws himself out of her. Her dissatisfaction and frustration turns to the panic call of his name as he guides his dick higher and presses the head against the rosy, starfish pucker of her asshole. She starts to struggle as the realisation of what he intends to do penetrates her lust fogged brain, but there isn't much she can do. Even, with her free hand she is unable to break his hold on her other on and he is resting enough of his weight across her back and shoulders to keep her in place. "Don't fight it, Chloe. You're only going to make it worse for yourself." He whispers into her ear and she turns her head towards him with a snarl and bared teeth, but he moves out of reach before she can bite him. Her feistiness just makes him chuckle, which in turn makes her struggle harder. He starts applying pressure and she finally abandons her struggles for pleading. "Clark, stop. Don't do this, please. Stop. Please. Clark, Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" Her pleading ends in a pained wail as he pushes past the tight ring of her anus and buries himself in her bowels. Once' he is all the way in, he holds himself still, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her in position as her body goes limp. He can hear her sniffing back tears. "There. There. The worst is over." He whispers in her ear. "Bastard." Is her harshly whispered reply, but he can feel her regain control of her body enough to support her own weight which in turn allows him to move his hand to her clit which he expertly begins to strum. "You fucking bastard, Clark." She hissed from behind clenched teeth as he slowly began to move inside her. He played her body, making her whimper at one moment with the discomfort of his invasion and moaning the next at his expert manipulation of her clit. He increased the pace and length of his strokes, her cries growing louder, until her body adapted. She was so tight around his cock that he was having a hard time holding onto his control. When it hurt she clenched around him with a vice-like grip that brought a grunt from him. He didn't know what excited him more: her moans and mewls of pleasure or her groans, sharp cries or panted obscenities of pain and discomfort, but it didn't take long for him to feel his balls begin to boil with the need for release. He finally freed her hand, with all sign of resistance gone from her, to cup and caress her breasts and stimulate her nipples. He kissed and nipped at her shoulders and the side of her neck. He told her how good she felt and how sexy she was and how much pleasure he got from taking her like this. He felt her body shudder under him. "Oh. You bastard, Clark. You mean, evil bastard. You bastard. You bastard, You goddamned, fucking bastard." She repeated over and over as he felt her juices flood onto his fingers and her ass press back onto his cock. He worked her clit until she came in shuddering spasms and then wrapped his hands around her hips and fucked into her with three more powerful, full-length strokes, exhaling loudly on the thrust and inhaling as he withdrew. She cried out each time as he pulled her hard onto his shaft. With, the last stroke he pulled her up, arching her back so she rested solely on her knees and then pumped his seed into her depths. When he was done, he released his hold on her and pulled out of her. She whimpered as she crumpled to the bed and curled into the fetal position, hugging a pillow to herself. There was a little blood on his shrinking shaft and he felt a twinge of shame and guilt at what he had done, but then the ring on his hand flared and a red haze momentarily filled his vision. "Had to be done. She wouldn't have left him alone and I am sure she will now." He thought and got up. He was sweaty with the exertion so he went and took a quick shower. When he was done, he again caught sight of his reflection. It seemed to mock him. With a sigh of disgust, he tied his towel around his waist and ran a hot bath. He found some bath oils that had been left as a complimentary gift when he had rented the place and put some of that in the bath. When he returned to his bedroom Chloe was just as he had left her. She fought him weakly as he removed her boots and then her panties and whimpered when he gathered her into his arms and picked her up, and then she suddenly clung to him. Clark felt his world was on the brink of shattering as he walked to the bathroom with Chloe's arms clasped around his neck. He could see the tear tracks on her cheeks. She wouldn't let go even after he lowered her gently into the tub and he had to pry her fingers free. She opened her eyes and the dark orbs looked at him with hurt. He tossed a washcloth into the tub. "Take your time cleaning up. I'm leaving. You can leave when you're ready." He told her brusquely, shifting as he spoke, but her accusing eyes followed him. He turned and left the bathroom to hide his confusion. He dressed quickly. He glanced at the open bathroom door and then shook his head. He collected her clothes from where he had made her strip earlier and left them folded at the foot of his bed. He paused at his front door. "If this didn't prove to her that she shouldn't be involved with him, nothing would." He thought and then closed the door behind him. TO BE CONTINUED?