Red K Summer

TITLE: Red K Summer

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 4 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 FOUR

Metropolis, 11:43pm, Saturday, Clark's apartment

He unlocked his door and patted the leggy redhead on the ass as he ushers her in before him. She laughs and kicks off her shoes before walking further into the apartment. "Is that your bedroom?" she drawls in a heavy Texan accent. He nods. "Why don't you go on in there and make yourself comfortable? I'll just get us some bubbly and then we'll see if those rodeo stories you were telling in the bar have any truth to them." He suggests. "Well, yippee kai yay, Little Doggie, don't bother with the glasses." She informs him as she slinks toward his bedroom. Clark smiles as he watches her slip first one, then the other of the spaghetti straps of her little red dress off her shoulders and literally walks out of it as it slides off her curvaceous form just before she disappears through the doorway to his bedroom. He smiles. The only thing she would have had to take off to be completely naked were her earings.

He frowns as a moment later she steps back into the living room. He still continues to smile. If he thought her rear end was a delectable sight, the front had it beat hands down. He felt himself twitch in his pants. "Sugar. You do know you've got a naked, blonde girl on your bed, right?" she asks. He walks over to her and then leans into his bedroom. "It's okay. It's just a friend." He explains. "Of course and we're just friends too, aren't we?" She tells him giving him a look of 'Yeah right'. "Is this a problem, Kate?" he asks. "Usually, I'd say no and she is quite cute, but I ain't that drunk and definitely not on the first date, Honey." She tells him and pats his cheek lightly before picking up her dress and shimmying back into it. "This was a date?" he asks, is tone implying he doesn't really expect an answer and she flashes him a smile. He shrugs. "Can I call you a cab?" he asks ignoring his disappointment. He thought the fiery, Texan redhead would be a wild ride, he'd actually started to like her the better he got to know her. She was different to the one dimensional club bunnies he'd been picking up. She'd called him on his lines and attitude, the moment he'd tried to make his move, but without an ounce of judgement and a hint of amusement that had intrigued him. He'd made to leave in search of more receptive company, but he'd seen her face drop, ever-so-slightly, just out of the corner of his eye and had turned back. "My name's Clark. I think you're really hot and I'd really like to fuck you, but could settle for a drink and some company." He told her. She laughed. "Why settle... The night is young." She'd replied, patting the stool beside her.

"Thanks, Clark." She acknowledges as she retrieves her shoes and flops down on his sofa to put them on. He uses his mobile phone to call the cab and at the same time pours two flutes of champagne with the phone tucked between his head and shoulder. "Ten minutes. Okay." He finishes the call and hands Kate one of the glasses. She smiles her thanks. "So... What's the deal with the pretty little blonde?" she asks sipping her drink. "Like I said: Just a friend. I didn't think she'd still be here." He replies curtly. "Are we talking friend, friend or just a friend?" she asks putting the last friend in air quotes, her sparkling green eyes narrowing at him speculatively.

"She's a friend, friend." He clarifies. "And, she's naked in your bed?" she continues. "I didn't say she was a friend, friend without complications, did I?" he asks with a grin. "That you didn't." she acknowledges with a salute of her glass. They spend a few companionable minutes sipping their drinks. "Your cab should be here shortly." He informs her and she finishes the last of her champagne. He walks her to his door. "Hope you didn't throw away my number when you thought it was a done deal, Clark. I think we can have some fun, you and me. Call me. We might even see about your friend." She tells him and then stretches up and gives him a slow, searching kiss.

He smiles down at her and reaches into his pocket and draws out a serviette with her number on it and then flips open his mobile and makes a show of programming in her number and then shows it to her. "Count on it." He tells her and pats her ass she leaves his apartment. She laughs over her shoulder and he watches her shapely ass until she disappears from view.

He closes the door. "What the hell was Chloe still doing here?" he asks himself. He undoes the cuffs of his shirt and the collar as he walks to the door of his bedroom. He leans against the doorframe and looks at the sleeping form of Chloe Sullivan. She'd switched on one of the bedside lamps before she'd fallen asleep and she is lit by its soft glow. She is lying on her side, facing him. It keeps surprising how beautiful she is as a woman. He snorts. The surprise is more how he had never noticed.

He walks into the room and grabs a pair of sleep shorts out of his dresser and strips off his clothes before heading into the shower. He showers quickly, dries off and puts on his sleep shorts before leaving the bathroom. He is still drying his hair as he closes the door and when he turns he finds Chloe awake and sitting up, watching him. She makes no effort to cover up.

Clark continues to dry his hair. "What are you doing here, Chloe?" he asks her and watches her eyes narrow. "Clark, did you think what you did to me would make me less concerned about you? Do you think doing that to me, fucking me in the ass and making me cum while you did, would make me think you are okay?" she answers him with questions of her own. "I was hoping it would bring you to your senses. Go home, Chloe. It's not good for you to be associated with me, right now. Whether you believe it or not I enjoyed what I did to you and if you keep showing up here I will enjoy doing it again. I might even start thinking you like it too. I'm done with the mild-mannered farm boy routine. Now, I take what I want, when I want it and I enjoy myself doing it. Now put some goddamn clothes on and go home." He told her loudly and harshly. Chloe and the room had a slightly pink tinge to it and he blinked his eyes rapidly until it disappeared.

All she does is look at him and he is strongly torn between slapping her and kissing her full lips. "Fine." He says shortly tosses the towel on a chair and throws himself on the bed next to her. Without another word he switches off the lamp, throwing the room into darkness and turns on his side, his back to her. He listens as she does the same. "What the hell is wrong with her? Why didn't she just leave?" he wonders as he drifts off to sleep.

When he struggles towards wakefulness, he is lying on his back and there is something warm and rhythmically moving pressed against his side and draped across his chest. He looks down to see a blonde head resting on his chest. He inhales. She smells nice. It is definitely not a bad way to wake up, Clark decides. He'd fucked his way through a large portion of Club Dare's sexier female patrons over the last few weeks, but they had been the kind of girls, women, who realized you didn't really stick around after or, in cases, he had been less than subtle in expressing his desire that they weren't welcome to stay.

Awareness brings arousal and he feels his dick start to harden, sliding against her thigh as it rises. He feels her breathing change and she stirs with a soft sigh. She snuggles closer to him for a moment and then he feels her body tense against his. She shifts and looks up at him and he smiles down at her, placing his hands behind his head. "Good morning." He greets her, his voice dripping with smugness. She flicks her eyes away from his and glances at his twitching erection.

When she looks back at his face he sees her eyes narrow and he waits for her to roll away from him in a huff with a snippy remark. Instead she catches him by surprise by shifting even further onto his body, until she is on her knees, straddling his torso with his hard-on resting against the top of her butt and her lower back. He doesn't show his confusion. Her inner thighs are warm, soft and smooth against his hips. He can feel her pussy, hot against his stomach as she looks down at him with wide, searching eyes.

He lets his eyes roam over her body. He notices her nipples are hard points and that they point slightly upward and outward on the flat cone of her dusky pink areola. He remembers how they felt and tasted in his mouth and his cock twitches against her back. He counts the shallow valleys and ridges of her ribcage to the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips. There he can see four finger size bruises on each of them where he had held her while fucking her. He remembers what it feels like to be inside her. The feel of her hot, moist, massaging flesh wrapped around his as he pistons in and out of her. He feels a heavy drop of lube well out of his slit and trickle down his shaft.

Arousal is turning to lust. He rubs the red stone on the ring with his thumb. He can feel the smug smile drop from his face as he becomes irritated by her silence and his desire for her. "I should just roll her onto her back and fuck the shit out of her. It wasn't as if she could stop him." He thinks, but there is a certain look in her eye, a set to her pretty lips and a tension to her body that stops him.

"Take what you want, when you want it. Isn't that what you said last night? Oh yes, and enjoy it while you do. Wasn't that it?" she asks her voice low, hard and cutting. She doesn't wait for him to answer. "Well, Clark. Maybe I'll sample your world for a while. You say the people who love you won't understand, that I don't understand. Well, nothing breeds understanding like experience, wouldn't you say?" she tells him and then she is raising-up and reaching behind her at the same time. She wraps her fist around the base of his cock, squeezing hard, making him grunt and his stomach muscles tighten before using her hold to guide his head between her swollen nether lips.

He hadn't realized she was so wet, but she is slick with sex grease and after a moment of searching she fits his pointed cock head to the opening of her channel, and with a lusty little grunt impales herself on it's steely length. He shifts his hands from behind his head to grip the metal of the headboard to stop him from reaching for her and doing what he had thought of doing moments before. He feels the metal compress a little under his grip. Her hands splay on his chest as she pushes herself back and down. Her palms press his nipple back into his chest and her fingernails are ten hot sickle moons digging into his skin.

He can see the pleasure etched in her face, her mouth open, her eyes wide and a little glazed as she slowly rocks back and forth on his cock before raising onto her knees enough to start riding him. He feels the metal compress even further under his hands and has to relinquish his hold for fear of breaking the headboard. He reaches for her, but she swats his hand away. "I'm the one taking, Clark." She hisses and her hands wrap around his wrist, pressing them into the pillow on either side of his head. He lets her, knowing he could stop and take her as and when he pleases.

He finds this aggressive, lusty side of Chloe intriguing. He knows it is most likely a reaction to his rough use of her the day before and he allows her the illusion of her revenge as she rides him hard. Her breasts sway and jiggle just above his face as she takes her pleasure from him in a bucking, panting, grinding, thrusting, grunting ride. Her face has turned feral, her teeth bared, her hair wild with sweat and excursion. Her pussy clutches and drags at him with pleasurable friction. Their bodies make wet slapping noises when as she pounds down onto him.

His gritted teeth are only half-show as he feels his balls begin to churn and tighten with the constant onslaught of her rising and falling sauna-like snatch. He can feel her body starting to shudder. Her skin is flushed. He can feel her nails biting into his wrists. "Fuck you, Clark! Fuck you!" she screams into his face as her cunt clamps down on his cock as she buries his length in her depth and then throws her head back as she ripples around him in climax.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you." she repeats over and over again with less force each time on panting, heavy breath as she still tries to bear down on him with diminishing energy. He notices tears on her cheeks before she collapses onto his chest, her head on his shoulder and her hands going limp over his wrists. He is still hard inside her, her sex pulsing around him. Her body tenses and relaxes with dying intensity as the waves of her orgasm subside. He turns his head and kisses the shell of her ear. "No, Chloe. Fuck you." he whispers into her ear and with a flip of his hips he reverses their positions.

She grunts and struggles, battering at his chest with her fists. He catches her wrists and as he had let her do to him he presses them into the pillow on either side of her tussled, blonde head. She continues to fight him until he lowers his lips to hers. She fights the kiss, but he doesn't force it. Her struggles move him inside her and he accentuates the movement with thrust of his hips. With, a moan her lips open under his and he cements the kiss, letting his tongues delve into her mouth and taste her deeply as he slowly and deliberately strokes his full length in and out of her.

Her struggles change to co-operation as her hips buck in counterpoint to his and her tongue duels with his in the arena of their joined mouths. He relaxes the hold on her wrists and then laces his fingers with hers and he feels her fingers grip his hands. He keeps their pace slow and steady, deliberately driving her to another climax. He frees her lips so that she can cry out her pleasure and nibbles and sucks at her neck as her body arches in a tense bow. He dips his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat, swirling it around, tasting the sweat that has collected there. Her sex is a velvet, molten, clenching fist around his shaft and he has to marshal his control to stop from filling her with his seed. He isn't done with her yet.

He starts the process all over again. Her fingers had gone limp in his, but tighten again when he starts pumping into her once her back has softened. She mewls, begging him to stop, telling him it's too much, but her hips belie her words as she meets his hips thrust for rolling thrust. He keeps going until he can feel her third orgasm approaching, barely keeping his own at bay by force of will alone.

When her body shudders and she clenches around him, he stops holding back, pounding into her resisting flesh. Both, their backs are arched, hers had pressed back into the pillow, his thrown back to the ceiling and his deeper cry joins hers as his dick swells and relaxes as he shoots heavy ropes of his cum into her. Her fingers are clenched in his. He can see a little blood where his ring had cut into her fingers. He untangles their fingers and lightly kisses the scrapes the ring had made. He drops his head to her breast and lightly kisses her nipple, sucks on it and then lets it go. He slides out of her and rolls onto his back next to her.

It seems like forever until his heart stops racing and his breathing returns to normal along with hers. "What you said about sampling my world... Were you being serious?" he asks quietly. "Yes." Is her quiet answer. After a awhile she continues: "I wasn't quite prepared for that, though. I've never cum like that before. Until that night in the alley I hadn't had an orgasm that wasn't of my own making." She confesses. "Well, stick around, Chloe and we'll see how many other ways we can make you cum." He informs her.

She reaches over and grabs his chin, turning his head so that they are looking at each other. "Just one thing, Clark. You fuck me in the ass without warning again and I swear I'll cut your balls off in your sleep." She tells him and he can see the truth of her statement in her eyes. "Just that one thing?" he asks and watches as she considers his question. "Yes." She answers with a nod. "You're sure?" he asks again and he can see a little uncertainty creep into her big brown eyes and her teeth worry at her swollen lower lip. "Yes." She answers louder this time. "Then it's a deal, Miss Chloe Sullivan, but remember, you made it." He warns her...

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