Chlark Fanfic: Truth or Dare, Chapter 4
Sorry this is coming so late, guys! I'd pretty much finished the chapter before I realised I'd written some of it in first person past participle and the other bunch in present continuous. And before I could sort that out, the baby managed to get to the keyboard when I stepped out of the room and typed up a whole bunch of gobbledygook.
Anyway, it's all sorted now, and you'll be pleased to know that it's finally here, and I've given y'all some smut. Yay!
Usual disclaimer: if you're under 18, please look away now.
If you're over 18 - enjoy! :)
PS: if you spot any grammatical errors, please bring it to my attention. Ta!
PPS: There's a Superman 2 line in there somewhere. A slice of chocolate cake to the smarty-pants who spots it first! :-P
Title: Truth or Dare
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Finally, some smut!
Timeline: Season 6, sometime after Crimson.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: After Clark’s snide but revealing comments to her at Lana’s engagement party, Chloe wonders what else Clark might be thinking about...
Feedback: …makes me squee. J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 4
It wasn’t like Chloe had never seen me shirtless; quite the contrary. She’d seen me with my top off countless times over the years - out swimming at Crater Lake, and occasionally when she comes by the farm and I’m out working in the fields, or even up in my loft once or twice.
But something in the way she drawled those words made every nerve ending in my body tingle like highly charged live wires.
I gaze at her, seeing the challenge in her eyes. Without breaking her gaze I get to my feet, then wordlessly started undoing the buttons on my shirt. When I’d popped the last one I slid the shirt down my arms and let the garment fall to the floor.
Chloe stares at my naked chest, transfixed. I hear her heartbeat pick up pace, and know she likes what she sees.
And then I catch the faint, musky smell of her arousal, and know that she definitely likes what she sees.
That’s all the encouragement I need. I’m now certain that tonight, Chloe and I will finally cross that bridge from friendship into something more, and that there will be no going back for either of us.
I sit back down on my side of the couch and face her. “Truth or Dare, Chloe?” I ask, my voice low and confident.
“Dare,” she whispers, her eyes still fixed on my naked torso.
“Your turn,” I say softly. “Take your top off, Chloe.”
Chloe’s heart races even faster than before, and for one split second I think she’s going to draw the line and call an end to the game.
But then she slowly rises to her feet and pulls herself up to her full height. Then she turns around so that her back is to me. She catches the hem of her top in both hands and pulls it upwards, exposing the pale skin of her back to my hungry gaze. Her t-shirt goes over her head, and she pulls her head out of the opening, shakes her hair out and drops her t-shirt to the floor.
For several seconds she stands there quietly, and I can’t help but admire the view she presents; her arms and torso smooth and bare, the skin obscured only by the peacock blue straps of her bra across her back and shoulders; the graceful indentation of her spine that I was simply itching to run my fingers down; her narrow waist that flares into gorgeous hips. Skin gives way to the fabric of her low-rise jeans which clings to her curves like a second skin. She’s wearing black jeans today, and I am instantly reminded of our tryst in the Talon and in the back seat of Pete’s car. I remember dragging Chloe into my lap and grinding her against me, my hands full of the warm, rounded flesh of her ass as we’d covered each other with kisses.
I really, really want to do that again.
And then Chloe slowly turns around. And the breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh.
Because the fabric covering her breasts is so sheer, it might as well not be there at all.
At first I think my x-ray vision might have inadvertently activated, so I blink rapidly to try and clear my view. But it’s still the same. Chloe stands before me in a translucent blue bra that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her nipples stand out against the gossamer light fabric like ripe berries, and I lick my lips, desperate to get my hands and mouth on them.
I manage to tear my gaze away from her breasts and focus on her face. There’s a look of sensual confidence in her eyes which makes me think that the next Truth or Dare is going to take what’s going on here to a whole new level.
She sits down and leans back, lacing her fingers behind her head. The movement makes her breasts bounce enticingly, and I almost pass out from the sudden rush of blood to my already aching cock. I’m throbbing with need, and her sultry gaze coupled with the heady, musky fragrance of her arousal is driving me slowly insane.
She crosses her legs and gives me a little Mona Lisa smile full of secret promise. “Truth or Dare, Clark?” she asks in a smooth voice that flows over me like warm honey.
I manage to tear my gaze away from her awesome bosom. “Dare.”
She tilts head to the side and smiles seductively. “I’m curious about those fantasies of yours,” she drawls. “Tell me, Clark…what have you always wanted to do to me?”
I stare at her for a moment. The way she’s lying back against the couch with her hands behind her head and her breasts on show tell me she’s ready for a whole lot more than just conversation.
Which is perfect for me, because I am so tired of talking.
Slowly I get to my feet and walk towards her, towering over her for a second.
Then I drop to my knees and place my hands on her warm thighs, prising them apart, and lean into the space I’d created.
In an instant our lower bodies are intimately connected and I can feel her nipples brushing against my chest. Breathing unsteadily, I place my mouth against her ear.
“How about I show you, instead?” I whisper.
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Chloe’s heart thumps loudly at my daring words, and she inhales sharply. She look into my eyes, and her mouth tilts upward in a sly, nervous smile.
She nods. “That could work,” she says sagely.
I smile back at her, and then my expression changes as I focus on her lush, parted lips. I lower my lips to hers but stop just short of kissing her. For a few seconds I just revel in the intimacy of shared breathing, my breath coming in warm puffs as I inhale when she exhales. I rub my nose against hers and hear her purr contentedly. Not to be denied, Chloe tilts her face upwards a little and catches my lower lip between her teeth and, with a feather-light touch, brushes her tongue along the sensitive skin of my inner lip.
I gasp as the slight action sends tiny frissons of shock through my entire system. Following her lead, I capture her upper lip between mine and suck on it gently. She gives a soft sigh and I deepen the kiss, claiming both her lips and bringing my hands up to anchor her head gently as my tongue sweeps past her lips to tangle with hers. She moans and starts to unlace her fingers, presumably to slide her hands into my hair or around my back.
“No,” I say, catching her hands and putting them back behind her head. “Keep your hands where they were.”
“But I want to -” she begins plaintively.
“Hey, this is my fantasy, remember?” I reply, keeping her hands in place. “I want your hands up and out of the way, so that you’re completely open to me, at my mercy.”
A shiver runs through her body at my huskily spoken words. “Why, Clark,” she murmurs, “you do have a naughty side, after all. Who’d a thunk it’?”
I lean toward her. “You would, Chloe,” I whisper, running my lips around the shell of her ear, making her gasp. “That really was the whole point of this Truth or Dare exercise, wasn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” she asks tremulously.
“Come on,” I said, snaking my tongue out to trace little patterns on her ear. “After what I said to you yesterday when my guard was down, you’ve been dying to discover what other thoughts might be swirling in my head.”
“Can you blame me?” she says breathlessly, her body arching as I slip my tongue in her ear. “You implied publicly that your thoughts about me go beyond those of a friend. I just couldn’t sweep that under the rug now, could I?”
I trail my lips down Chloe’s neck, feeling her pulse fluttering wildly. I smile against her skin feeling like a detective who’s just solved a nut-cracking mystery. So this had been Chloe’s grand plan all along…to soften me up enough to get me to reveal and act on my baser instincts.
I have to give the girl props for being smart enough to realise that deep down I’ve always had a thing for her, and for being brave enough to put herself on the spot like that again, knowing what I’ve put her through. God knows she’s suffered rejection at my hands more than enough times over the years.
But that hasn’t been because I didn’t want her that way. Years of hiding my secret from the world and from those I care about has led me to develop a cautious, concealing nature in all other aspects of my life. Rather than confront and deal with my feelings and issues, I cover them up and suppress them with excuses and lies. That’s why it had been easier for me to adore Lana from a distance. That’s why I never told my Mom how I really felt about her blossoming friendship with Lionel. And that’s why whenever I’ve felt the dynamic between Chloe and me about to shift, I run a mile. And she’s partly culpable in this as she always gives me an out, making it easy to maintain the status quo.
But her little game has enabled her to put me on the spot, and like an artichoke she’s stripped aside my outer layers to reveal the heart within.
And for the first time in my life, everything’s clear. I feel…free.
I focus all my attention on the woman beneath me, brushing my hand lazily across her midriff till I get to her breast. I trail one searching finger up the underside till I get to the peak. Slowly I draw small circles round and round her nipple, making her writhe and moan. Encouraged, I lightly scrape my thumbnail over the light fabric covering the stiff crest, and she makes that purring sound in her throat and starts to lift her arms again.
“Hands above your head, Chloe,” I command softly but sternly.
She gives a frustrated sigh, but does as I ask. I notice that she has her eyes closed, and I frown slightly. I don’t want her eyes closed. I don’t want her pretending this is just another fantasy. She made me come face to face with my feelings, and she’s damn well going to do the same with hers. She wanted honesty from me, and she got it. I want her stripped, open and honest with me in return.
It’s like she said: two-way street.
“Open your eyes,” I whisper, caressing her breast.
Her eyelids flutter open and she focuses on a spot in the far corner of the ceiling.
“Look at me, Chloe,” I demand, kneading her breast insistently.
She takes a few deep breaths, and I can see that what I’m asking is difficult for her, but she needs this. I need this.
We need this.
Finally she lowers her eyes and meets my gaze. We stare at each other, and I can see that she’s struggling to take it all in; me, Clark Kent, bestest buddy, pressed against her intimately with a hand on her breast. She has her thighs around my hips and her hands behind her head, so she’s basically on display just for me.
Her chest heaves as she begins to hyperventilate, and I can see panic begin to creep into her eyes, and she looks like she’s about to bolt at any second.
I smile reassuringly at her. “Hi,” I say warmly.
Surprised, she gives a little laugh, and that breaks her defences a little. She takes a deep breath, exhales slowly through the mouth, and focuses on me.
Good girl. Slowly I lower my head to her breast and give her nipple a leisurely lick through the thin fabric of her bra.
Chloe moans and arches her back, silently demanding more. I lavish attention on her nipple, flicking it lightly with my tongue while my hand playfully teases her other breast.
Once again she starts to lift her arms. “Hands down, Chloe,” I insist against her breast.
She groaned, but complied. I reach behind her and search with my fingers for the clasp of her bra, but come up empty-handed. Just as I consider giving her temporary custody of her hands to help me out, I notice the front-fastening clasp of her bra nestled within a little red bow. Trembling with anticipation, I unhook it and moved the cups to the side.
Despite the fact that I had been able to see her nipples through the bra, the sight of Chloe’s breasts completely unbound threw me for a loop. They were…magnificent. Her arms were still trapped in the straps of her bra, which made the view even more alluring. I stare at her nipples till my eyes begin to sting and my heat vision threatens to go off.
So to distract myself I bend my head to her breast and continue where I left off. Taking one rosy nipple between my lips, I suck gently on the hard bud and am rewarded when it tightens further against my tongue. A rush of arousal runs through me and I tug more firmly, then move to her other nipple and give it the same sweet treatment. Chloe’s moans rise in pitch intensity as she arches and twists against me desperately. The smell of her arousal teases my nostrils, and I am twitching and eager to explore her most secret flesh.
I slide a hand down her abdomen, stopping to play with the delicate indentation of her navel, and then lower till I get to the waistband of her jeans. I prise the button loose and slide the zipper down. My heart beats faster as I lift my head from her breasts and glance down. Under the jeans she’s wearing matching sheer blue panties that I’m sure look really lovely. Unfortunately at the moment they’re in my way, obscuring what I desperately needed to see.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and panties and slowly peel them from her hips and push them down her legs, and she dutifully kicks them off, then quickly crosses her legs at the ankles and tucks them up under her body, effectively blocking my view.
I see a flush creeping over her entire body, and even though I can’t see that most intimate part of her, I’m nevertheless awestruck that Chloe Sullivan is naked and sprawled out on my couch, hands behind her head, mine to do whatever I want with.
With careful but firm hands, I take hold of her knees and push them apart, baring her to me totally.
And I almost come right there and then.
Lord, she’s beautiful. She’s completely nude and spread out in front of me, and I just can’t stop staring at her. Her intimate flesh reminds me of a delicate pink seashell; fragile and full of mysteries.
Chloe’s clearly getting uncomfortable with the way I’m looking at her, and she squirms and tries to close her legs. I tighten my hold on her thighs and look into her eyes.
“Don’t hide from me, Chloe,” I say softly. “You’re beautiful. Everywhere.”
Slowly the tension fades from her limbs and she relaxes, though she still looks a bit hesitant. I trail a finger from her knee up through her inner thigh and she inhales sharply and strains instinctively towards my hand. I run my questing finger lightly over the soft, downy hair that covers her sex; it’s brown, I notice with a smile. So she had been telling the truth earlier about not really being blonde.
Chloe’s voice brings me back to the moment. She whispers my name, a longing expression in her eyes.
I don’t keep her waiting. I slide my finger over her moist, aching flesh, finding the hard nub at the tip and brushing it with unexpected accuracy.
“Aaaahhhh,” she moans, writhing beneath me.
I watch her face intently. “You like that?” I murmur softly.
“Oh yes,” she breathes. Encouraged, I brush my finger over her again, then add my thumb and lightly tease her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, God!” she cries, twisting and clenching her fingers in her own hair in a desperate effort to keep from moving her hands. Any shyness she had been feeling has long since dissipated, and the way she’s revelling in my touch fills me with confident excitement.
I slide my finger lower and work it into her most heat. Her inner muscles clench around that single digit, and the snug feel of her hot body makes my head swim. Gently I thrust my finger in and out, and she’s so wet that it glides smoothly back and forth. With every retreat her body seems to draw me back into its tight sheath. I add a second finger and she gasps, her hips moving in time with my hand.
Not for the first time I’m so glad I have a bird’s eye view of all her responses. I watch her with hungry eyes, filled with excitement. Here I am, finger-fucking Chloe Sullivan, and it’s awesome and unreal and so, so unbelievably hot.
And yet there’s so much more I want to do with her. So I take a deep breath and move my hand away.
“Clark, don’t stop,” she moans in disappointment.
I don’t answer her. Instead I push her legs further apart and lower my head to where my finger had been.
“Clark?” she said breathlessly.
I gaze up at her with pure lust. Then I lower my head and press my tongue against her moist flesh.
“Oh, my God…Ohhhh…” she moans.
In my wildest dreams, I’d never have imagined she would taste so amazing, so unique. She’s sweet, and salty, and musky, and tastes of pure sex, and of woman, and of Chloe, and I just can’t get enough of her. I lick her more thoroughly with deep strokes, doing everything I can to please her. If her ardent responses are any indication, she seems to like it a lot. A whole lot.
She keeps moving sinuously beneath me, so I steady her hips with my hands and keep going, first flicking her clitoris lightly, then gently sucking, then flicking her again. Her thighs are trembling and her heart is thundering, and I’m so close to the point of no return myself that I think I might explode before I get the chance to make love to her completely. I manage to dredge up some self-control and stay focused on making sure Chloe finds her pleasure.
Sweat breaks out on her skin, and I grip her thighs firmly and move away from her aching nub. I run my tongue up and down the soft petals, her ardent moans encouraging me all the way. Emboldened, I pushed my tongue into her heated core and make love to her intimately with stabbing thrusts.
Chloe’s cries escalate, and I feel her inner muscles clutching my tongue repeatedly, and suddenly her hands are in my hair and she’s bucking fiercely beneath me as she comes against my mouth with rapturous abandon. Her orgasm hits her hard and goes on and on for like forever.
Eventually the tension eases from her limbs and she collapses bonelessly back on the couch, completely spent.
I straighten and lean over her, resting my weight on my elbows. She’s still pretty much out of it, so I stroke her damp hair away from her face and wait for her eyes to open. Still breathing hard, her lashes lift and she stares up at me with wide eyes and parted lips.
I smile triumphantly at her. “And that, Chloe Sullivan, is what I’ve always wanted to do with you.”
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Chapter 5…