Chlark Fanfic: Undercover Lover, Chapter 8

[babydee1]

Title:              Undercover Lover 
Author:          babydee1 
Pairing:          Chlark 
Rating:           NC17 
Warnings:     Graphic sex, Exhibitionism  
Timeline:      Season 7; after Persona 
Disclaimer:   All characters belong to the CW & DC comics. 
Summary:     Clark & Chloe get intimate. But it’s all for the story. Really. :-)   
Feedback:      …always welcome. :) 

Banner by go_clo 

Runner by purple_moon123purple_moon123

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

Chapter 8…

“First thing you need to do is relax,” he whispered close to her ear. 

Chloe squirmed on his lap and glanced nervously around.  “I just…God, this is so weird…” 

He licked her earlobe and gently caressed her thighs with his hands.  Her protests died on her lips as his fingertips skimmed her legs from knee to hip, disappearing beneath her short skirt whenever he got to the top. 

“For now, I want you to forget about everything else,” he murmured silkily.  “Forget where you are, or who might be watching.  Just focus on what I’m doing to you and how I’m making you feel.”

She took a deep breath and exhaled roughly as his hands reached the top of her thighs again.  His thumbs pressed against the front of her panties, and she gasped as he leisurely rubbed them against the silky fabric in slow circles. 

“You’re getting wet,” he said as her moisture dampened his thumbs through the cloth.  “I love how you cream for me.” 

“Oh, God,” she moaned weakly.  His blunt, coarse words made her temperature rise and she clutched his forearms for support and inched closer to him, feeling the heat radiating from his own body. 

His thumbs delved beneath the elastic of her thong and stroked her moist crease directly.  Her voice rose in a soft cry, and he gently pressed his thumbs inside her and moved them in slow, maddening circles. 

“Is that good?” he whispered. 

“Oh, yes,” she breathed huskily.  “So good…”

“It’ll be even better when I’m actually making love to you,” he rasped.  “Sliding in and out of you; filling you completely.” 

He sank his thumbs deep inside her and she exhaled in a ragged groan.  He eased them out and she moaned in protest, but calmed down when his fingers slid to the sides and deftly untied the bows at her hips. 

“I see you dressed with me in mind,” he said with a confident smirk as he pulled her underwear free and slipped her panties into his pocket.  “Side-tie panties, Chlo?” 

She managed a shaky smile.  “I didn’t want you ripping them off me.  Victoria’s secret delicates are gorgeous, but they do take a hefty chunk out of my pay-packet.” 

“So why waste money?  Just go commando,” he said with a cheeky grin as he slipped his hands under her skirt and cupped her bottom in both hands.  “I wouldn’t complain.”   

Chloe shivered and leaned in to nibble on his ear.  The vein in the side of his neck pulsed rapidly, and she flicked her tongue over it lightly, making him inhale in a sharp hiss. 

“Unzip my pants,” he commanded, taking her hand and pressing it to the thick bulge between his legs.  Chloe moulded her hand to his length and squeezed, amazed at how quickly he thickened and swelled beneath her touch.  She traced a finger up the straining zipper and lifted the tab, dragging it down over his erection with tantalising slowness. 

“You are such a tease,” he rasped, pulling her closer so that her skirt covered his erection as it sprang free.  Even though not directly visible, it tented her skirt so that it was completely obvious to anyone with eyes what it was.  Her hand closed around him and squeezed, sliding up and down the thick length until his eyes drifted shut and he groaned in pleasure. 

Her mind played back the previous night’s activities in vivid detail, and she remembered the feel of his solid length sliding into her, filling her.  God, she needed to feel that again, so badly, and the sheer desperation had made her bold. 

“I want to fuck you,” she said in a breathy whisper. 

His eyes glinted mischievously in the crimson light.  “Go for it.”

She reared up on her knees, lifting herself higher on his lap so that the broad, slick tip of his erection fit snugly at her entrance.  Her moisture mingled with his, and he groaned and tightened his hands on buttocks, pulling her slightly closer so that he entered her by about an inch or so.  She rotated over him in small circles, inching down his wide shaft, her eyes widening as she sank lower on him until he was buried all the way inside. 

Her lips parted in a gasp as her body adjusted to his generous size.  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, relaxing as the slight discomfort gave way to a delicious feeling of fullness.  She risked a quick glance down to make sure her modesty was preserved, and was satisfied when she saw that her skirt, though short, was long enough to cover their misdeeds. 

Clark stroked her back with one hand and clasped her hip with the other, soothing her.  When all the tension had eased, he leaned forward and captured her lower lip between his teeth. 

“They can see us, you know,” he whispered, and a sudden jolt of arousal pulsed through her.  “Those people in the back room?  They’re watching us right now, on the security camera.” 

Chloe surreptitiously glanced at the blinking camera light in the corner, and her body automatically tightened around him.  She was having sex with Clark in a club, his cock buried deep inside her, his mouth coasting her breasts and his hands squeezing the pliant flesh of her backside.  And all the while dozens of eyes, both human and electronic, were trained on them. 

It was the biggest turn-on of her life. 

“They say you’re the hottest girl in the club right now,” he went on, kissing her neck as he started to move beneath her.  “One of the guys just said he wanted to smack your ass and ride it hard.  So did one of the girls.” 

Chloe moaned as he pinched and squeezed her ass, and his thrusts picked up speed. 

“Another guy wishes he was me right now,” he panted.  “Dream on, buddy.” 

Chloe grinned.  “I wonder how many of the guys wish they were me.” 

Clark scowled and gave her bottom a sharp smack.  “Bite your tongue, woman.” 

Her skin tingled from the sensual assault of his palm, and she inhaled in a sharp hiss. 

“I’m sure I can think of better things to do with my tongue when we’re all alone,” she whispered silkily. 

Clark swore and made a series of harsh, incoherent sounds.  He held her hips steady and moved with circular, shallow thrusts.  The steep angle of his body caused him to rub against her clit, and her already highly-sensitised body suddenly became supercharged. 

“Oh God,” she moaned as her orgasm bore down on her.  “Oh my God…” 

“Come for me, Chloe,” he commanded, his movements jerky and erratic.  “Come with me; right here, right now…”   

A kaleidoscope of pleasure unravelled in her core, and she buried her mouth in his shoulder as an ecstatic scream emerged from her lips.  A burst of liquid heat exploded within her as Clark came, and they clung tightly to each other as wave after wave of desire washed over them. 

The raging pleasure gradually slowed to a pulse, but Chloe kept her face securely tucked into Clark’s shoulder.  Now that it was all over, she wasn’t quite ready to face reality - or the myriad of people who had just watched her have sex. 

“We did it,” Clark whispered, stroking her hair. 

“We’re probably gonna get arrested,” she said ruefully.  “How ironic is that?”    

He chuckled and affectionately ruffled her hair.  “Fat Tony and the boys are in for a huge shock.”

Chloe snorted.  “I think they’ve just had one.” 

“Well, they’re about to get another.” 

Chloe barely had time to register his meaning when a familiar voice boomed through the club. 

“Anthony Zanetti!” Marty shouted as he banged on the door to the backroom.  “Detective Martin Russell, Metropolis PD.  You’re under arrest!” 

***

As soon as the police made their presence known, all the patrons began to make a hasty exit.  Clark used the opportunity to tidy himself and Chloe up with some handy napkins and they slipped out through the back door. 

As for Fat Tony and his boys, there really had been nowhere to run.  The front door was teeming with cops, and all the windows had been mysteriously sealed from the outside.  Marty Russell and the team entered the back room and arrested all the occupants before they had the chance to shoot each other up over the botched business deal. 

“Does the Snowman think he can sell me out and get away with it?” Fat Tony roared as he was carted away in handcuffs.  “Sealing my windows and setting me up??”  You tell him he’s gonna get melted, you hear me?  He’s messed with the wrong man!” 

“Murder threats, Mr Zanetti?” Marty said dryly as he shoved the club boss’s head into the back of the squad car.  “You really don’t wanna add anything else to your already steaming pile of narcotics and GBH charges.” 

Clark stood with his arms around Chloe and watched with the rest of the crowd as the criminals were all taken away.  The building was cordoned off, and the crowd gradually thinned as one by one people made their way to other nearby social areas of entertainment. 

“You okay?” Clark asked, squeezing her shoulders gently. 

“I’m fine.”  She frowned.  “What did you do to the windows?” 

“Melted the locks with heat vision.”

She nodded, impressed.  “Nice.” 

“You’re welcome.  So…what’s next?” 

“I need to get to the Daily Planet,” she said, turning to face him.  “Marty’s sure to have reporters swarming all over him once he’s processed Fat Tony and the others, and he’ll only be able to stall them with ‘no comment’ for so long.  If I want my exclusive, I need to write it up fast.” 

“I’ll drop you off,” he offered.  He ushered her to a dark corner for cover, and quickly whooshed her to the back of the Daily Planet, then they casually walked round to the front entrance.    

“Could you…maybe stay with me?” she asked hesitantly. 

He smiled and rested a hand on her cheek.  “I have a couple of things I need to do right now, but I’ll be back to pick you up later,” he said.  “Let me know when you’re ready.” 

Her face fell, but she covered it up with a smile.  “Okay,” she replied.  “It’s probably better that you’re not there to distract me.  I should be done with the article in about an hour.” 

***

As soon as he’d dropped her off, Clark returned to Paradisiac and slipped past the cops and into the building unnoticed.  He snuck into the security office, where he snagged the tape of the camera feed covering their clandestine booth.  That was one piece of evidence he didn’t want making its way either to the police station or onto the internet. 

He was on his way out when he stepped on some glass.  The tinkly, crunching sound beneath his feet was followed suddenly by a burst of raw energy that surged through him - and set warning bells off in his head. 

He narrowed his eyes as he crouched low and examined the fragments of broken glass beneath his boot.  There was a glittery shine to them, and as he dragged his finger through the dusty residue and held it to his face, the sparkly red pieces on his fingers shimmered and lit up with an eerie, iridescent glow.

Clark took a deep breath and turned his gaze upward.  Slowly he got to his feet and unscrewed one of the red light bulbs from the ceiling, which he wrapped carefully in a napkin. 

“Hey, who’s there?” yelled a voice approaching from behind.  “Metropolis PD, this is a crime scene!”

Quickly he slipped the bulb into his pocket, and disappeared before the body that went with the voice came into view.  Once he was clear of the building, he headed down Central Street in the direction of downtown Metropolis, towards the Daily Planet. 

***

Chapter 9…

Comments

[madlenita.livejournal.com]

Wow, 8 chapter, i didn't have time to read them all right now, but story is awesome!!!
Thanks for this...

[elenarain.livejournal.com]

*falls out of chair and dies from hotness overload* I think I may have to take a super speed cold shower or I'll never be able to keep the blush off my face at work... haha

You make delicious smutt Dee =]

P.S. I need more chlark icons... I only have this one I made.. Where can I find some more?

[babydee1.livejournal.com]

Omigosh, there are loooooooads of awesome Chlark icons and icon-makers out there! grlmonday, m_strangchild, nyonyo, go_clo, purple_moon123, chleansmile are all absolutely fabulous icon-makers...and that just off the top of my head. I dabble in icons the side, myself; if you click on my Icons Tag, it will bring up my various icon catalogues, but I'm nowhere near as good as the people I mentioned. :-)

Happy hunting! :-)

[grlmonday.livejournal.com]

“First thing you need to do is relax,” he whispered close to her ear.

Since when did you become such an expert on public sex and voyeurism, Clark Kent? :p Dee, you must be a real wild child. I'll bet you and your man do this all the time!

That chapter was not only hot, it was deeply intriguing. I wonder what Clark found when he went back to the club? Some kind of RedK? Will it have some effect on him?

[jlvsclrk.livejournal.com]

Does that red light bulb mean what I think it does? Clark was being a 'little' more aggressive than normal but... I hope Chloe's insecurities don't resurface. Then again, maybe its better if they do so Chlark have a chance to work out their issues.

[purple-moon123.livejournal.com]

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Damn!!!!!

Holy crap that was hot!!!!!!!!!!!

Love go_clo's banner!!!!

[noellesullivan.livejournal.com]

It was the bulb!!!
Well they had sex again with no condom
Is the pill enough to stop Kryptonian sperm???

[babydee1.livejournal.com]

"Is the pill enough to stop Kryptonian sperm???"

The pill works on the woman's body, not the man's DNA, so there's no problem. :-)

[djdoena.livejournal.com]

Besides (and that is a point most fics ignore) a woman is not fertile 31 days of the month. It's actually a much more narrow timeslot which is why couples, who want children, have to try for quite some time.