Devotion

TITLE: Devotion AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Clark / Chloe RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Four SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS! What if Chloe gave Clark a little gift that made him a little less inhibited and much more amenable to her advances during Season 4, Episode 4, Devoted? DISCLAIMER: 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 FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER THREE Clark caught the creak of the barn door being opened and narrowing his eyes focused his x-ray vision on the sound and groaned. He looked towards the stable door window and the first stars just appearing in the evening sky. He could just jump, but she knew he was there and he had been avoiding her for more than a week now. He sighed and squared his shoulders. Her request and visions of what they had done while under the influence of green and red kryptonite haunted his dreams, well haunt might be the wrong word, fueled might be better. He'd had to sneak away and wash his sheet on three separate occasions, so far. Chloe greeted him from the head of the stair and he returned the greeting over the back of the sofa where his books were spread over the coffee table as he studied, without meeting her eye. "You've been avoiding me." She accused mildly. It was a warm, late summer's eve and she wore a simple flower print sundress with thin shoulder straps and a light sweater slung over her shoulders. He didn't mean to, but he checked her out all the same. He noted the smooth line and fall of her dress along her lush, feminine contours that was a subtle indicator that she had nothing else on underneath. He barely stopped himself from verifying that fact with his x-ray vision as he felt his dick start to stir. He didn't bother to refute her accusation and simply watched as she left her sweater draped over the banister and stepped into the loft proper. "How... How can I help you?" he asked, adjusting himself and surreptitiously placing a book on his lap before she could see. He tilted his body to face her as she came around the sofa to stand in front of him. "It feels a little strange to be here now." She noted and he realized it was the first time she was in the loft since... since there incident. Memories flashed across his mind, the feel, smell and taste of her, the sound she made when he put his dick in her ass. He had to physically drag himself back into the present with a shake of his head. She was staring at him. "Had Chloe said something? Am I supposed to respond?" he wondered, but then followed her line of sight. Her attention was focused on his lap. The book he had placed there for concealment was rising and falling to the powerful throb of his erection. "I think you know what I want, Clark." She told him as she reached forward and took the book off his lap revealing the bulge tenting the front of his jeans. He almost flinched and Clark felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment. She closed the book and looked at the cover. "My, you really must find the Civil War... stimulating." She commented before dropping it onto the coffee table. He got up abruptly and slipped passed her, careful not to touch her and once his back was to her, he surreptitiously adjusted himself to relief some on the pressure on his dick. "Sorry, Clark... that was a little cruel. I'm a little nervous here. I never thought I'd be... throwing myself at a guy for sex, much less a friend, but I've been thinking about it too, and..." she explained and he turned when she paused and nearly bumped into her. He dragged his fingers through his hair. "Chloe, I..." he started and then froze as with nervous eyes and straight white teeth worrying at her lower lip, Chloe reached behind her and the sound of a zipper being lowered rasped through the air. He watched her take a shuddering breath and then slip the slim straps off her shoulders allowing her dress to slither down her body to pool around her sandaled feet. Clark groaned softly as his dick lurched in the now tight confines of his boxers. She lifted her chin, her fingers twitching at her sides as she presented herself to him. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't help himself. He had been right about her not having anything else on under her dress and he couldn't stop comparing his memories to the real thing in front of him. "Clark, when I said I had been thinking about it too, I meant it's the only thing I've been thinking about for days now." She admitted In a voice that sounded small in the silence of the loft. "Clark swallowed and licked his lips to wet them both. Her nipples were hard and getting harder, he could actually see them swell and as he took a deep breath, he could smell the enticing scent of her arousal mix with the soft vanilla scent he usually associated her with. "You want me too, Clark. It's... Quite obvious you still find me attractive without mind-altering substances. What's stopping you? You know where I stand." she asked, frustrating coloring her tone as she tried to puzzle her way through his conflicted reluctance to accept her offer. "Chloe... I... We're friends... and yes, what we did was... was amazing and... you're beautiful and sexy and... and we... but, we weren't ourselves. I took advantage of you. I couldn't... can't do that again." He tried to explain. "You don't think of me that way now? You don't think I'm sexy or beautiful." she accused him with skepticism clearly written across her face and he couldn't blame her as she could see his reaction to her in his jeans, by the way he could not stop letting his eyes roam over her body and how he had to clench his hands at his side to stop himself from touching her. "God, no... You're... you're amazing; I don't know how I didn't see it before. That's part of the problem." He admitted. "If you took advantage of me then I took advantage of you too, Clark. Why can't we just be advantageous to each other? What we did awakened something in me and... I think in you too. You want it, I'm offering... Where's the problem." She told him and before he could do anything she took his hand and place in on her breast as she stepped closer to him. He should have drawn his hand away, but instead he cupped the firm globe, feeling its warmth and weight and the strong beat of her heart. He took a deep breath and surrendered, reaching around her and pulling her the rest of the way to him and onto the tips of her toes to capture her lips with a hungry, passionate kiss, which she returned in kind. He had to let go of her for a moment as her fingers scrabbled at his red t-shirt, pulling it from his jeans and dragging it up his chest and over his head. He took it from her hand to pull it off his arms and her hands switched to tugging at his belt to free it. He caressed the smooth expanse of her back until he could fondle the firm globes of her ass. Clark almost sighed with relief when she undid his jeans, relieving most of the pressure on it, after dealing with his belt. Clark cupped Chloe's face in his hands and tilted it up for another long, searching kiss. Her nipples brushed against his chest as her warm hand wormed its way into his boxers and he groaned as she stroked him with a firm grip. It took a little effort, but she freed him of his boxers as well, pushing them down to around his thighs while he caressed her back and fondled her buttocks. She broke their kiss in stages, sucking and nipping at his lips, pulling at his lower one for a moment before letting go. "Can I suck it, Clark? I'd like to suck it." She asked and admitted both shyly and brazen at the same time. Her candid admission shocked him. He wasn't quite ready for this new Chloe, but it didn't stop his cock from reacting and twitching in her hand. She sank to her knees, her hand sliding down his shaft to fondle his balls. Her breath was warm and ticklish on his dick for a second and then the liquid heat of her mouth surrounded him. He felt his knees buckle slightly and steeled them as a surge of pleasure rippled into his crotch and snaked up his spine as she started to suck and drew more of him into her mouth. He clenched his hand into a fist above her head to get control of himself and then relaxed it to draw her hair out of her face so he could see more clearly as her cheeks hollowed and she slowly bobbed her head. He massaged her scalp, groaning in enjoyment as she worked her lips up and down his length. His dickhead found the back of her mouth and the entrance to her throat. He felt her take a deep breath through her nose and then she was applying pressure. She seemed to choke for a moment and pulled back. Clark felt a little twinge of guilt as he fact that he was more disappointed at her stopping than concerned at her reason why. She took another deep breath and then tried again. It took every bit of will he could muster not to thrust as she swallowed and with a little more effort, took him into the tight confines of her throat. "Oh wow!" he exclaimed in surprise and acknowledgement of the exquisite sensation as she swallows and the tight tube of her throat rippled around him. She hadn't been able to do that during their previous encounter. He groaned and shifted his hips as the delicious feeling made it impossible to remain completely still as she buried her nose in his pubes and her forehead against his lower belly. Chloe held him there for a few amazing moments and then slowly back off him. She lapped at his dick head, a pair of quick swirling flicks of her tongue, breaking the strand of saliva that still connected it to her mouth and smiled up at him with what he could only describe as pride while her hand slowly stroked his length. "How... When did you? I mean..." he asked unsuccessfully keeping the astonishment out of his voice. Her smile broadened. "It's amazing just how helpful Google really can be if you take the time. Now where was I?" she explained before lowering her head again. He ran his fingers through her soft, blonde hair, lightly massaging her scalp as her head bobbed slowly as she sucked at his cock and let it slide in and out of her throat. He felt her nails scrape along his buttocks, occasionally digging in to test the muscles underneath. His hips started a slow rhythmic rock, not quite a thrust, but enough to increase the friction of her sweet lips and tight throat, drawing heavy groans from him and making his stomach tense and the small of his back twitch as sparks of pleasure surged into him and charged his building climax. "Chloe? Chloe! You need to stop... Christ, that feels good... But.... You need to... I can't... so damn good." He groaned as he felt his balls start to boil and tighten in preparation for ejaculation. He felt confused and out of control he wanted her to stop, so that he could be inside her, but her mouth on him felt so amazing he didn't want her to ever stop. His hands shook as he grasped her shoulders and with deliberate slowness he lifted her back to her feet, drawing her mouth off him in the process. He nearly came anyway, even after the stimulation of her mouth was removed as his cock twitched and lurched, the air in the barn far cooler than her warm mouth, made him tingle and he had to grit his teeth and clench, well everything to pull himself back from the brink. He wanted to be inside her so badly, but he also knew that in his present condition he'd hardly last a stroke or two, especially as she licked her lips seductively. He never would have guessed exactly how sexy Chloe could be as he let more layers of the girl next door, best friend image he had always had of her peel away. He licked his own lips, finding them dry. He pushed her backward until she came up against one of the support beams and then continued to press forward to capture her lips, sucking and nipping at them before letting his tongue fence with hers. He shifted his hands from her shoulders to cup her breasts, squeezing and fondling them as their heads shifted and they kissed hungrily. Hesitantly, he let go of one of her breasts and let his hand trail down. He ran his fingertips through the soft curls of her pubes and then explored her folds. Her snatch was hot; radiating heat onto his fingers and her slippery cream quickly coated his fingers. She sucked in a heavy breath and moaned against his lips as he found her clit with his thumb and applied tentative, circling pressure. "Yes... like that... harder... Yes... Good... Oh so good." She groaned encouragement and boosted his confidence. Touching her, being with her like this felt different from before, nervous energy made his stomach flutter and he was so much more aware of her reactions. "I want you inside me, Clark." She informed him breathlessly when she broke their kiss, her hand again skimming his length. "Soon." He assured her, gently taking her wrist and guiding her hand away from him as her touch once again enflamed him to quickly. He kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans and boxers from where they had slid down his legs. He gave her another short, intense kiss and then trailed his lips down her skin as he reversed their earlier position and knelt in front of her. He breathed in, enveloping himself in the sweet perfume of her arousal before extending his tongue and running it lightly through her folds. He hadn't quite know what to expect, but wondered if the line in a nursery rhyme he remembered had, perversely, been talking about the way a woman tasted or at least Chloe specifically. Sugar and spice and all things nice, indeed. The little taste had wetted his appetite and he let his tongue delve deeper and his lips suck at her slick glistening flesh. She gasped, having to adjust her balance as he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his broad shoulder to spread he legs and give himself more and better access. Clark feasted on her, feeling her flood anew with more delicious nectar. He let instinct take over, repeating whatever drew the most reaction from her. Her calf was warm down his back and her heel dug into his skin as she curled her leg and pulled him closer to her as her fingers wound into his hair as well. She tugged at his hair gently, but insistently and he let her guide his mouth to the exposed pearl of her clit. Her breath hitched and she let out a little whine as he drew it into his mouth and suckled at it and then the flesh around it while his tongue swirled over the little nub. Her hips bucked, pressing her against his mouth, her pubes tickled his nose as he slid two fingers into her to explore her tight, flexing channel. He flicked his eyes up to find her head lolling to one side, her mouth slightly open and her eyes half-open. She blindly scrabbled to capture his other hand, which he raised to aid her and guided and closed it around the firm globe of her breast and clutched it to her. His concentration and focus was split between the feel and taste of her and he appreciated her guidance to continue the exploration of both. She made little whining moaning noises in her throat and they sounded so sensual that they egged him on, to probe deeper and suck and lick harder and faster to reproduce them. She let go of his hand and then both of hers were on his face and she was pulling him up. His dick throbbed with need and he didn't resist her, understanding her intent. He licked his lips to capture the last of her ambrosia and let her leg slide off his shoulder as he rose between them. She pulled his face to hers to kiss him and he cupped her ass cheeks, lifting her off her feet as he gained his own and stood up straight. Her legs curled around his waist, his dick sliding along her belly until she was poised above it. She broke the kiss as she reached down between them to grasp and guide his twitching erection. "You taste like me." She commented. "I love the way you taste." He admitted as he relaxed his grip and she positioned him to line up with her entrance. Their first attempt was unsuccessful and he simply slid through her folds, drawing a sharp hiss from her when he brushed over her clit. They moved slower as they tried again and this time he slid into her. She gasped, her hands tightening on the back of his neck as her snatch reluctantly parted to accept him and she stretched to accommodate him. The snug, hot embrace of her sex enveloped him by slow degrees, drawing a fiery trail of pleasurable friction along his length. He groaned with the sensation and he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on her shoulder, pressing his lips to her smooth skin as she tightened herself around once he was all the way inside her and pinned her against the beam as she adjusted around him. He caressed her thighs and kneaded her ass slowly as she lightly stroked his hair. Her sex pulsed around him, shifting as they breathed, stroking his length with its silky touch and making him throb harder and faster in response. He raised his head and opened his eyes to find her bright eyed and smiling. "That is the part I love the most. There's a moment, where I feel like it can't possibly happen and then..." she moaned as her sex clutched at him. He had no response, but flexed his legs instead, drawing out of her and then straightened, slowly bucking his hips to drive back into her inviting core. She bore down on him as well and after some experimentation and a few false starts they found a comfortable rhythm and pace. They kissed and explored the skin of each other's necks and shoulders, sucking, licking and nipping as they strained and undulated against each other to keep him moving back and forth inside her intimate depths. He used his forearm under her ass to support some of her weight and freed up one of his hands, which he wormed up between them to fondle first one breast and it's turgid peak and then the other. She pressed into his hand, her breathing growing faster and her pants interspersed with little moans and groans that mingled with his as blissful jolts of delight radiate from their connection and every little touch. He lifted her breast to his mouth and suckled at her plump nipple, breathing hard through his nose and having to force himself to focus on how much pressure he applied with his teeth as he fought the urge to grit his teeth as the heat and slippery friction of her sex on his drove him ever closer to climax. She urged him on with hoarse words of encouragement and praise and when his mouth was free he told her how beautiful and sexy she was and how wonderful she felt. The tension in his groin was growing to the point where it skirted the edge between pleasure and pain and he didn't know how much longer he could last, yet at the same time he could not even slow himself down. He felt her belly flutter against his before a tremor shook her and her nails scraped across his scalp and shoulders as her sex squeezed at his thrusting shaft. He heard her head thump against the beam as a stuttered cry rolled from her mouth as she climaxed. The added pressure and resulting friction of him knifing through her orgasm tensed snatch, the passionate timbre of Chloe's cry and the awed expression on her flushed, glistening, glowing face was too much for him. His hips bucked and his dick expanded against her now rippling channel. The pressure in his nuts grew to the point of aching and then he erupted inside her. A sharp surge of searing bliss blazed across his senses and zapped and crackled along his nerves, tensing and relaxing his muscles, adding impetus to the spurts of seed he pumped into her. A roar of satisfaction, sounding startlingly animalistic and primal bubbled from his throat as his back arched, driving him deeper into her and making her cry out again. They shuddered against each other as they rode out their respective climaxes and he had to lock his knees and leaned forward for extra support as he felt them almost buckle as his strength drained along with the energy of his climax as it started to wane. Their chests heaved against each other as they both struggled to draw in air, her nipples pressing and sliding against the sweat on his chest as she clung to him. He used his hand to push away from the beam, groaning while she whimpered as he took several stumbling steps backwards. He intended to settle them both gently on the sofa, but only managed to be partially successful, collapsing rather than settling. They both grunted as they jarred and jangled well used and climax sensitized flesh and then she laughed as she settled on him. Her body vibrating against his and around his shrinking cock. Her mirth was infectious and he joined her. Their laughter died as she scraped her sweat damp hair out of her face and kissed him. He let his hands rest lightly on the smooth curves of her ass as he luxuriated in the feel of her body on top of his and the taste of her lips on his. She sighed and he exhaled heavily as he finally shrank out of her and she raised her head. She licked her lips as if to collect the taste of him and then looked down at him seriously. "We can do this and so much more, whenever you want, Clark. No strings attached. That was amazing." She told him. "You're amazing." He stated in response without thought or pause, blinking as he realized the truth of his statement. She really was. His guilt at what he had let them do had still left him with blinkers on. He hadn't really seen her until they were resting in the afterglow of unadulterated passion they had both willingly and without outside influences, shared. His relationship with Chloe over the length of their friendship flashed across his minds eye in a sequence of pivotal scenes and moments, each now colored by his knew vision of her. They had been through a lot and he was surprised to see how strongly she featured in his life and on how many occasions his treatment of her had been less than stellar. For, the first time, he also looked at her in relation to his infatuation with Lana, comparing the two young women with fresh eyes. He swallowed as he looked up at her, bright eyed, smiling and unmistakably feminine and a little voice in the back of his mind went: "Oh Crap!" as he realized that there might still be strings, they just weren't hers. "Again? So soon?" she asked with a playfully surprised note, causing him to blink and fall out of his musings, confused. His understanding of her question clarified as she straightened to sit on his torso and reached back and wrapped her hand around his once again erect member. He sucked in a heavy breath with a soft moan as she stroked him. "N... No... I mean... I was just..." he started, trying to explain, but not quite knowing what. "This says differently." She refuted his badly stated denial, squeezing his throbbing cock as proof and making his ass cheeks clench and his hips buck slightly. She tilted her head slightly to the side, her eyes narrowing slightly, her gaze speculative, her edge of her teeth pressing into her lower lip. "Clark... I... I want to try something. Will you let me?" she asked in a quiet voice and for the first time since she had come up the stairs, he noted a sense of nervousness within her. TO BE CONTINUED