Chlark Fanfic: Secrets and Lies, Chapter 4

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Title:              Secrets & Lies 
Author:          babydee1 
Pairing:          Chlark/Kaloe
Rating:           NC17
Warnings:     Cheat!fic, explicit sex, and a wee bit of Lana-bashing
Timeline:      Season 5; Fanatic – Lockdown (5.10 – 5.11), therefore the events of 5.12/Reckoning do not take place
Disclaimer:   All characters belong to the CW & DC comics. 
Summary:     Clark has a girlfriend.  So why’s he spending so much time with Chloe?  
Feedback:      …always welcome. :)  
Author's Note: Written for mrs_roy for the 2012 Summer secret_chlark gift exchange 


Read previous chapter here. 
Read story from the beginning here. 

Awesome banner by m_strangchild, under the cut for non-explicit nudity (not worksafe!) 

Chapter 4

 They got to the Farm in three seconds flat. 

Clark whooshed them in through the front door and straight up the stairs.  When they got into his bedroom he stopped and carefully set her on her feet. 

“I know I promised you dinner, but I hope you’re not hungry right now,” he said, feathering soft kisses on her jaw. 

She smiled and stroked the silky skin on his belly with her fingers.  “Food, I can wait for,” she replied.  “You, not so much.” 

He heaved a sigh of relief.  “Thank goodness,” he breathed.  “I was just about to get started on the fettuccini I heard your heart-rate spike.  I knew you must be in trouble.” 

Her questing fingers stopped.  “My heart-rate?”

He nodded, his fingers working the buttons on her shirt.  “Mmm-hmm.  I can hear it all the time, every time.” 

She blinked in surprise.  “Wow.  Since when?” 

“Since the day my super-hearing kicked in, and the first thing I found to focus on was your voice, and why have you stopped touching me?” he complained, switching gears immediately.  “Put your hands back where they were, stat.” 

“Oh.  Sorry.”  She pulled his t-shirt over his head and flung it to the ground.  “But isn’t it irritating?”

He pushed her shirt off her shoulders and it fell to the floor.  “Isn’t what irritating?” 

“My heartbeat in your head all the time.” 

“Nope - not at all,” he said, unzipping her skirt and pushing it past her hips.  “In fact, I find it kinda soothing.” 

The garment pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of it.  “Really?  In what way?” 

He frowned.  “It’s like how a ticking clock is part of the sounds that make up the day without you even realising it,” he explained.  “You hardly notice it when it’s in excellent working order, but the moment the pattern stops or changes in any way, you pick up on it immediately.” 

She nodded sagely.  “Oh, I get it.” 

He unhooked her bra and freed her breasts.  Quickly his hands replaced the fabric cups and he squeezed the soft flesh, brushing his thumbs over her nipples.

“In that case, does this…aaahh…this heartbeat thing, does it work for…mmm, that’s good…does it work for anybody else…Lana, Lois…?” she managed to ask between gasps as he teased her stiff peaks. 

Clark lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist, so that her breasts were at his eye-level. 

“Nope.  Hasn’t work on anyone else, ever.”  His mouth closed around one lush tip and he sucked hard, eliciting a long, drawn-out wail from her lips. 

“So what took you so long to…oooh, yes…to realise that you wanted to be with me?” 

“Denial,” he mumbled around her soft flesh.  “I didn’t want to risk our friendship…you know what?  You talk too much.” 

He backed them towards the bed and released her nipple before dropping her on the bed.  “Touch me,” he commanded, taking her hand and moulding it to his hard, hot flesh. 

Chloe pressed her hand to him and caressed him with firm strokes.  He threw his head back and inhaled sharply, a harsh, primal sound that turned her on like crazy.  If he was getting this turned on through his jeans, he must be desperate for her. 

She glanced at the pulsing veins in his arms, and grinned slyly to herself.  The effects of the rock on his bloodstream had obviously amplified his need.  It would be interesting to see how different he would be with her whilst under the influence; he was already bolder, more confident, bluntly stating what he wanted her to do to him.

Well, far be it from her to disappoint.  Deftly she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, then pushed his trousers to his knees.  His cock strained impatiently against the thin cotton of his boxers, and there was already a damp patch where the tip pointed stiffly. 

Chloe leaned forward and pressed her tongue to the wet spot, savouring the salty, earthy taste of him.  She licked harder on the tip and the cotton dampened and strained further as she teased him.  He let out a loud groan and fisted his hand in her hair, none too gently. 

“Easy there, big boy,” she cautioned with a smile as she reached up to uncurl his tightly clenched fingers from her strands.  “Getting a bit rough, there, aren’t we?” 

“That’s because you’re being a pricktease,” he replied smartly.  “You know what I like, Chlo.” 

“I’ll get there.” She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed firmly, stroking him up and down until his knees trembled. 

With a growl he shoved his shorts down so that his cock sprang free, and leaned over her. 

“Your mouth,” he insisted.  “Now.” 

“I said…” she drawled, “…in my own time.” 

She leaned back and pulled his erect shaft between her breasts, then gazed up at him with a challenging stare.  His eyes widened in understanding and he reached down and took a breast in each palm, then squeezed them together around his throbbing flesh.  At the same time he thrust forward, and the simple move caused a torrent of curse words to tumble from his lips. 

“Holy fuck!” he swore, thrusting between her breasts as he kneaded them with his hands.  Moisture seeped from him, dampening her cleavage and providing a slicker passage for his urgent movements. 

Chloe watched him with a heady grin.   The RedK obviously made him impatient - and hornier than usual, if his very vocal request was any indication.  Briefly she wondered about the wisdom of actually having sex with Clark whilst under the influence or RedK; given the way he’d grabbed her hair, there was the very real possibility of him hurting her. 

But even with the highly charged blood raging through his system, she trusted him to be careful.  It was a huge risk, but she’d known from the moment she first lost her heart to this man that loving him would be the biggest risk of her life - and that it would one day be totally worth it. 

His hands left her breasts and threaded through her hair on either side of her face, guiding her towards his bobbing length.  “Open your mouth,” he demanded hoarsely. 

A light thrill ran through her at the coarse words he’d never before used to describe her going down on him.  The broad tip of his erection brushed her lips, and she opened her mouth and welcomed the smooth slide of his silky heat in her mouth. 

“Yes,” he grated, groaning as her mouth slowly slid up and down his full length.  He pulled her towards him, guiding her movements back down, urging her to pick up the pace with the gentle direction of his hands; well, as much gentleness as he could possibly muster. 

Chloe relaxed her throat and took him in even deeper, clutching his firm buttocks for support.  He held her head steady and fucked her mouth as hard as he dared.  Usually when they got to this point he would pull out of her mouth, and even though she’d told him countless times that it would be okay, he was fully convinced that actually coming inside her mouth would gross her out.  He was also worried that the force of his orgasm might come (heh!) with a superpowered assist. 

“What if I…come too hard?” he’d said in genuine fear a few weeks ago.  “What then?”

Chloe had shrugged.  “Then you’ll blow my head off, I guess,” she’d replied flippantly, and grinned.  “Talk about returning the favour.” 

He’d scowled.  “It’s not funny, Chloe.” 

“You worry too much,” she’d chided.  “We’ll be fine, I promise you.” 

Well, she wasn’t exactly sure, but she was definitely about to find out.  Clark’s thrusts turned erratic and he tightened his hands in her hair as his release shuddered through him.  He groaned, a harsh, feral sound as his warm moisture flooded her mouth, thankfully not with the force of a hurricane.  She relaxed her throat and swallowed, revelling in his musky, manly flavour. 

Gradually his hands loosened in her hair, and he dropped to his knees before her. 

“You’re okay,” he breathed, stroking her cheek. 

“’Course I’m okay,” she replied with a smile.  “What, you thought my head would be on the other side of the room by now?” 

He laughed and pulled her to him for a deep kiss.  “In my mind, it was a distinct possibility,” he admitted.  “I’m glad you’re alright.” 

“Um…not exactly,” she began, and his eyes narrowed. 

“Are you hurt?” he queried.  “Where does it hurt, Chloe?” 

She took his hand from her cheek and slowly drew it down her body, until his fingers were pressed right up against her moist heat.

“Right here.”

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Chapter 5...