Fast Lane

TITLE: Fast Lane AUTHOR: MidKnight CHAPTER: 4 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 FOUR The elevator made a soft chime and the door slid open silently, but Lois hardly noticed as she had her tongue down Clark's throat and his hands had opened and found their way under her robe to fondle her ass while hers clutched at his broad shoulders. Her shoulders were pinned between him and the wall of the elevator. She could feel his dick, hard and throbbing against her belly. Their clothes lay scattered on the floor of the elevator where they had dropped them when they started kissing after the elevator had started its descent. She had made the conscious decision to be with Clark, but she was still surprised at how wanton she became as a result of his taste and touch. Her body tingled with arousal and the material of the terry robes rubbed against her skin making her feel hot and itchy, but in a good way, as if she had been sunbathing. She writhed against him, torn between pressing back against his large, strong hands or forward against the thick, warm tube of his shaft. He seemed to notice that the door had opened and with an ease she found impressive, lifted her off her feet with the convenient handholds he had on her ass. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. She dragged her lips from his as he started out of the elevator. "Clothes?" she queried, her brain not quite able to form a more eloquent statement to indicate they were leaving them behind with his thick cock now rubbing against her crotch and bumping against her clit, inducing pleasurable little sparks. She could swear she heard him growl with annoyance. She thought he would put her down, but instead, he turned back into the elevator and with rough kicks started pushing their clothes through the open doors. His grip tightened on her ass and his movements rubbed him harder against her and she was unable to stifle the little groans that spilled from her mouth and instead she muffled them by nuzzling, licking and sucking at her neck and shoulder. She caught her wild-eyed reflection in the mirror along the back of the elevator. Her hair was a dark, damp cascading waterfall around her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were large and bright, her lips swollen and wet. Her fingers, almost arched into claws, raked across his back feeling his muscles shift and flexed as he moved with her in his arms. He exited the elevator, seemingly satisfied that he had gotten all their clothes, although she suspected he had reached the limit of his patience because she could still see his shoe and belt lying in one corner. She grunted as her shoulders slammed into the wall opposite the elevator doors. "Sorry." He apologized and she simply sucked and nipped at his lips and tongue in answer. His eyes looked a lot like hers, bright and blazing with open desire. With, her pinned between him and the wall his hands were free to roam and the lefts warm trails of pressure as her massaged her thighs and then moved to her hips and up along her ribs. His fingers tested her toned muscles with swirling circles of pressure. He pushed aside the front of her robe, baring her breasts to him. The air in the hallway felt cool against her hot skin, which seemed to grow even hotter as his large, strong hands captured the globes of her breasts and weighed and fondled each one firmly in turn. Using the brace of her shoulders against the wall she could angle and grind her sex against the base of his hot, thick shaft, undulating against him. She could feel his girth slide through her wet, swollen petals and drag across her buzzing clit and she moaned out her pleasure. She wound her fingers through his hair until she could cup the back of his head and she nearly dragged his face to her bosom and guided his sucking lips to her tingling nipples. He murmured his satisfaction around her nipples as he shifted form one to the other. His tongue was wet, warm and rough against the sensitive little peaks as he swirled them around or flicked them back and forth before sucking in a mouth full of her tit flesh and nursing on it. He nipped lightly at her firm flesh and then dragged his teeth along the smooth skin of her breast, stopping just behind her puffy areola. He latched his lips tightly on the plump tube of her erect nipple and pulled back, stretching it before he let go and moved on to the other one. Lois' snatch was in turmoil as it clenched and twisted against itself, flooding her with hot, moist, slippery lubrication. Her legs tightened against him, mashing her clit against his throbbing rod sending electric surges into her belly and making her stomach quivered. Her moans were nearly whimpers as their combined efforts made her body sing and her nerves sizzle with the need for release. She mewled in dissatisfaction when he took his hands away from her breasts. He took a firm grip of her hips and lifted her high, the material of the robe scraping against her skin and the she felt the thick, pointed helmet of his dick head sliding through her folds to find her entrance. "I thought you were taking me to bed?" she queried, her voice so rough and husky she could hardly recognize it as her own. He was breathing heavily through his nose, his chest heaving when he lifted his head from her breast after running his tongue wetly up the valley of her cleavage. There was a nearly scary intensity in his eyes and the set of his jaw. "Beds too far away. I want you now." He informed her through clenched teeth and she could see his check twitch slightly with his efforts to retain control. His words sent a thrill through he. She had never felt so desired before and it felt like more than just the physical need for sexual enjoyment and release, but it was a need of her. He wanted her, he needed her and it made her feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time, because it stirred a similar and before un-experienced need for a person in her. He let out a deep, throaty sigh and she let her breath hiss out between clenched teeth as he relaxed his grip and she lid slowly onto his shaft. He channel was slick with her cream, but the muscles clenched and tensed against his invasion causing him to knife a searing trail of pleasurable friction to her intimate core. Her sex tightened around him reflexively. Clutching at the hard, hot, unrelenting flesh of his staff as he rolled his hips and ground against her when he was fully inside her. What followed was something that Lois would only be able to process and try to define in hindsight. His fingers at her hips gripped her with bruising force and he began to bounce her up and down on his thick shaft. Her back and shoulders scraped up and down against the wall with the material of her robe the only buffer and her skin grew hot with the friction. His expression was feral with need and his breathing sound like a bellows. Her sex tried to resist such violent use, but its efforts were in vain as his power and pace increased. Each powerful, collision of their bodies sent a jarring surge of sensation through her that made her body shudder and her breasts shake with the aftershock. Her sex flooded continuously, almost in self-defense to lubricate and cool the pistoning rod inside her. Her fingers clawed at his head, shoulders and back and her heels drummed against his butt and she could feel it clench with each hard stroke. When, his lips found her skin she felt warm blossoms of sucking heat, which remained even after his lips had left an his wet tongue had made an attempt to wash them away. Lois found herself saying things, rough, course suggestions, glowing encouragements and dire admonishments as she strained to add her own energies to their wild coupling by baring own on him and rocking her hips when he plumbed her depths. Her voice was some stranger's, some mysterious, wanton woman she was meeting for the first time. She felt sweat pop out on her flesh and trickle down her skin. Their undulating torsos were doing so on a thin slippery layer of it. She panted and groaned out little half cries as his pounding cock drove her senses toward oblivion and climax. She didn't care, surrendering to the animalistic whirlwind that he had swept her up in and reveled in it. Her lips found the skin of his neck and shoulders with sucking kisses and biting teeth. Her heart was a wild engine in her chest revving to capacity to feed her body with energy it required, Lights danced behind her eyelids when she closed her eyes and the world swayed blurrily up and down when she had them open. Her nipples were taut beacons, radiating pleasure into her chest and encouraging the galloping pace of her heart and the ragged panting of her breath as they dragged up and down against the hard slabs of his chest where they flattened her breasts. Her fingers clutched at his hair, pulling his head back until she tilted his lips up and could lower hers to his. He ground against her, jabbing his thick, filling cock into with short, sharp thrusts as she sucked on his tongue, which he thrust between her lips in a mimic of his cock in her snatch. There lips parted after only a few moments as they both sought air. Her orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning from a clear, blue sky, electrifying her body with intense surges of pleasure that were so close to pain her body reacted a if they were. She cried out hoarsely and her sex locked around his invading shaft to hold it at bay. Her back arched, slamming her shoulders into the wall behind her. She heard him grunt and his cock strained upward inside her, forcing its way through her tight, tense flesh. The friction and pressure seared hot channels of sensation from her sex into her nervous system, making her nerves dance and her skin sing. A further stutter of short, sharp little cries tumbled form her lips as his hot unrelenting shaft continued to drive into her core. Her fingernails clawed at his back, his hard, shifting, flexing muscles resisting them. Her world seemed to go silent and dark and her body seemed to float on a haze of pleasurable energy. She felt him thrust into her once, twice more, as if from a long way away before she heard him almost roar and tense, trapping her hard against the wall. She felt liquid heat added to her already molten sex, feeling him shudder against her. She didn't know how long they stayed like that. Her mind seemed to have slowed down time to allow her to process the intensity of the ecstasy. His forehead rested on her chest and his warm breath tickled the skin of her heaving breasts as he drew in air heavily through his nose and exhaled slowly through his mouth. Her sex still tensed and relaxed around him sporadically as nerves still misfired. Her muscles sang a song of exertion and a refrain of weariness. She hung limply, arms draped over his shoulders, her legs still around him only by virtue of her crossed ankles, trapped between him and the wall. Lois was in shock and a little awed at the animalistic intensity with which they had just coupled. Clark lifted his head to look at her and she watched him blink rapidly as if he were trying to focus. His movement shifted him inside her and she hissed as a hot spark of sensation stabbed into her over-sensitized flesh and her sex clamped down on him again. "You okay?" he asked concern written on his face. "Don't move!" she responded, trying to bring her breathing and pounding heart back under control and willing her sex to relax with only marginal success. He did as she asked, but nature took its course and he began to shrink and slide out of her. She grimaced a little, but her reactions were losing their intensity. She licked her lips, tasting him and salt. "Do you think you can stand?" he asked. She was a little dubious, but she nodded and unhooked her ankles. He didn't let go, even after her feet were on the floor, his eyes searching her. She smiled. "Give me a moment." She admitted and he gave her a little wink. "She let out a soft little "Oh." When he finally pulled completely out of her. He let go of her hips, but she was still supported by her arms over his shoulders and his chest pressed to hers. "Sorry, those are going to leave bruises." He apologized and she frowned until looking down she could see the reddish mark his thumb had left on either side of her hips. She assumed there would be eight similar marks on her back. She shrugged. "Sorry, all the same." He repeated softly and kissed her lightly, tenderly which made her legs slightly rubbery once more. She finally found the strength and co-ordination to stand on her own feet and they lost physical contact for the first time in what felt like ages as he stepped back, his hands still steadying on her arms until she nodded to indicate she could manage, although she remained leaning against the wall. "I hope your neighbors are deaf, or this hallway has really good soundproofing. I think we might have been a bit loud." She commented and he grinned. She could feel the evidence of their combined orgasms slowly trickling down the inside of her thigh and used the edge of her robe to stem the flow. "The neighbors should be fine, but I might be a little worried about Bruce though." He stated. "Bruce?" she queried, finally pushing away from the wall as he started to collect their strewn clothing. She gestured to the upper corner at end of the hallway closest to them and she saw a security camera. "He's the night security guard, fairly old and his heart isn't what it used to be, and I believe, we must have given him quite the show." She chuckled and, out of a sudden sense of mischief, waved and blew a kiss at the camera before closing her robe and retying the belt. Clark laughed, a warm, genuine sound, which she found quite endearing. "C'mon." he suggested, nodding down the hall. Their clothes bundled under his arm. "I did promise you a bed for the night, after all." He acknowledged. She looked at him, unmoving. "Only if it's to sleep in. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm just too tired to go another round." She stipulated. He gave her a speculative look and then nodded. "If it's sleep you want, it is sleep you shall have, Lois. Cross my heart and hope to die." He promised and after juggling their clothes for a moment did just that. "He was just too damn cute and charming." She told herself and then answered out loud: "Stick a needle in your eye." And took the arm he had offered her. His apartment was one door over from the spot they had coupled against and it took him a moment to fish his keys out of his pants before he could open the door and usher her inside. He flicked on the lights to reveal a large, open planned and modernly furnished loft style apartment. She could see a large bed in a bedroom partially partitioned off from the rest of the apartment by a sheet of frosted glass. There was a kitchen to the right and what she guessed to be a bathroom in the corner opposite the bed. "Mind if I take a shower?" she asked. "Make yourself at home, the bathrooms just off the bedroom. There should be fresh towels in the closet next to the door. The lights on your right, use whatever you need." He told her. She thanked him and made her way to the bathroom. The shower felt good as the hot water hissed against her skin in little massaging needles and steam filled the glass shower stall. She lifted her face to the spray; her eyes closed and raked her fingers through her hair, slicking it back. She felt tired and invigorated at the same time. She hadn't quite been prepared for the intense result of her decision to go with Clark, but felt vindicated in her choice. She lowered her head and let the water beat across her shoulders and back. The shower stall door slid open and he stepped in. "Hey... You promised." She admonished him, but without any strength behind her objection. "No funny stuff. I just thought you might like a little help washing your back." He explained. She gave him a measured look and then chuckled, shaking her head as she turned her head and lowered it back under the spray. She did give a dreamy little sigh when she felt a soapy sponge firmly rubbed across her shoulders and then down her back. He did take a little more time than was strictly necessary on her buttocks, but she didn't mind. He washed her legs and then told her to turn. She complied and found him kneeling in front of her. He gently washed the front of her legs and the insides of her thighs. He leaned forward and planted a light kiss on her belly before standing. A quick downward glance told her he was at half-mast. He soaped and cleaned her breasts, again taking his time and despite her previous protestations she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, but gentle kiss. It wasn't really sexual, although she did feel him twitch against her stomach. It was more along the lines of a comfortable exchange of emotion and when she broke the kiss he stepped back slightly a slight smile quirking the edges of his lips. "You'd better rinse and go or I might break my promise." He confessed and she found herself sorely tempted to stay right where she was, but she was tired. Maybe tired wasn't the right word. Drained didn't quite fit either. Maybe she was overwhelmed it felt like when you came off an adrenaline high, but magnified by ten. The last few hours had also been the most sex she had ever had with one person. He gestured with his head at the stall door and she nodded her agreement, rinsing quickly and then stepping out of the shower stall with his hand supporting her on her elbow. She found the towels he had mentioned earlier and dried herself before wrapping it around her and wrapping another, smaller one around her damp hair. " There are some shirts in the dresser draw next to the bed if you want something to sleep in." he called from the steam and it almost sounded as if he were making something more than a suggestion. "Was her nudity such a temptation to him?" she asked herself and a secret little thrill went through her at the thought. "Thanks, That would be great." She acknowledged his offer. She gnawed at her lower lip for a second and then asked: "Any chance of a toothbrush?" Army routines were hard to break. There was a slight pause and then he replied: "Cabinet under the sink." She thanked him again and located the sealed toothbrush, brushed her teeth and left the bathroom. She found a soft, white cotton shirt that smelled freshly laundered and slipped it on, having to roll up the sleeves several times and it reached almost to her knees. She busily dried her hair, humming softly, happy and content. She looked up when he exited the bathroom and watched as he retrieved and donned a pair of sleep shorts. She was surprised to see that he even slept with his heavy, ruby ring on. He switched off the rest of the lights in the apartment, leaving them in the soft glow of a single beside lamp and the few twinkling lights she could see out of the large window. He got under the covers and then held them open in invitation and dropping the towel she joined him. He gathered her into his arms and the shifted until they were comfortable with her slightly draped across his side, her head pillowed by her mass of dark on his shoulder and her leg resting between his. His arm was warm along and across her back and his hand rested lightly on her hip. She snuggles a little more firmly against him and without any conscious thought placed a light kiss over his heart. She felt his lips press lightly to her forehead in response. "Goodnight, Lois. I'm glad I met you." His words drifted down to her as her contentment and comfort urged her heavy lids to close. "I'm glad I met you too, Clark." She murmured dreamily as she drifted off into sleep feeling his arms tighten around her for a moment. TO BE CONTINUED