babydee1 | Chlark Fanfic: Undercover Lover, Chapter 10

Title:              Undercover Lover
Author:          BabyDee1
Pairing:          Chlark
Rating:           NC17
Warnings:     Graphic sex; no minors, please
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. :)

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Chapter 10

The mouthful of coffee she had just sipped was suddenly sprayed all over the apartment floor. Her hand lost its grip on the mug and it slipped from her nerveless fingers.

Clark, sharp as always, spotted the danger and caught it before it hit the floor, taking care to ensure that all the hot liquid somehow remained in the vessel.

He looked at her, and she could do nothing but stare back at him with an expression of pure shock on her face.

“She’s your what?” she finally managed to ask.

“Lana’s my ex-girlfriend,” he carefully enunciated. “I broke up with her.”

She shook her head in denial. “You’re kidding.”

“Never been more serious.”

“You broke up with Lana?”

He nodded. “She’s packed her things and gone; moved out of the Farm yesterday.”

“But…why?”

He made a wry face. “Well, there’s not much point in her continuing to live with me if we’re not—”

“No - why did you break up with her?” she corrected.

“Because I don’t love her,” he said simply. “Neither did she love me. And now that I’ve regarded her with a critical eye, I realised that she never really knew me. We never really knew each other, in fact.”

“Clark, you’ve known Lana longer than you’ve known me,” she said gently. “Of course she knows you.”

“Length of time is irrelevant,” he replied. “If she really knew me, then Bizarro would never have been able to deceive her.”

“And we’re back to that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Clark - she made a mistake, okay? After what happened between you and me, I’d say you’re even. Just…forgive her and move on.”

“That’s exactly what I’ve done,” he insisted. “I wasn’t angry at her for sleeping with Bizarro. I was angry at myself for having wasted so much time on a relationship that was never gonna go anywhere.”

She blinked. “Never gonna—? Clark, you proposed to this woman and turned back time to save her life,” she pointed out. “If that doesn’t scream Eternal Love, I don’t know what does.”

“Stop trying to shove me back into Lana’s arms, Chloe,” he said, annoyed. “Take it from me: Lana and I are over. See, I’ve…I’ve recently discovered that I have feelings for someone else.”

She tried to swallow, but her throat was suddenly dry. For years, she’d longed for the day when he would finally grow out of Lana, but now that the moment was here…

Well. Quite simply, she didn’t want to jinx things by actually daring to assume that maybe he had grown into her.

“Who?” she asked, when she could finally trust her voice.

He smiled at her and tenderly cupped her cheek. “Who else?” he asked softly.

Chloe said nothing. She just stared at him as he gazed at her with so much raw emotion in his face, and found herself completely incapable of speech.

“In case you were wondering, it’s you, Chloe,” he added emphatically. “Just thought I’d clarify that.”

Laughter bubbled up in her throat and she laughed, still in a state of stunned disbelief. “I kind of guessed that part.”

He nodded, his palm warm against her cheek. “So?”

“Clark, I…I don’t know what to say…” she began helplessly.

“You don’t need to say anything at all,” he whispered huskily, brushing her lower lip with his thumb. “Just…kiss me.”

***

Kiss me.

A well-spring of giddiness bubbled up in her heart, and a wide grin spread across her face. Clark continued brushing her lip with his thumb whilst his other hand gently caressed her waist as he waited for her to respond to his gentle request. Hell yeah, she could kiss him.

She rose up on tip-toe and lifted her lips to his. He lowered his head and kissed her, lifting her against him as his tongue slid hotly into her mouth.

Clark wanted her. He’d broken up with Lana because he wanted to be with her. She still couldn’t quite believe it.

“Believe it,” he whispered as he lowered the zipper on her dress.

She blinked. “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yep.” The dress pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of it and stood before him in the scarlet panties he’d taken off her earlier; no bra. Clark stared at her from head to toe, drinking in the sight of her down to her red high heels.

“How could it have taken me so long to notice you?” he asked, his voice gravelly with lust.

Chloe raised a quizzical brow and opened her mouth to answer, but he cut her off with a raised hand and a sheepish smile. “Wait a sec - don’t answer that.”

She grinned. “Wise decision.” She curled her fingers into the lapels of his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, then made short work of the buttons on his shirt and got rid of that, too, leaving him naked above the waist.

“I didn’t get a chance to appreciate you earlier,” she murmured huskily as her fingers danced across his smooth chest.

Clark snorted. “I’m a guy. What’s there to appreciate?”

“On you? A lot. Starting with…” She moulded her hand to the bulge in his leather pants and squeezed, satisfied when he stiffened beneath her palm and let out a strangled groan. “…this.”

He pressed his hand over hers and guided her movements with increased pressure, squeezing harder and harder until he groaned even louder than before.

“More,” he pleaded.

She grinned and unbuckled his belt, then lowered the zipper on his pants. “Oh, you’re getting more. A lot more.”

She hooked her thumbs into his belt loops and slowly pushed both his trousers and boxers all the way down, sinking to her knees as her hands made their descent. She kept her eyes focused on his face as she descended, until her attention was distracted by the throbbing heat beside her head, and she lowered her gaze. She stared openly at his pulsing erection jutting proudly from its nest of dark hair and the heavy sac at the base.

“You said something earlier about…doing interesting things to me with your tongue?” he asked lowly, sifting his fingers through her hair and stroking her cheek with his fingertips.

“I did,” she said with a sultry, heavy-lidded gaze. “And I meant it.”

She reached up and wrapped her palm around him, and the silken heat twitched and throbbed insistently in her grasp. A drop of clear liquid gathered at the tip and began to slide down the shaft.

She pulled his cock towards her mouth and slowly ran her tongue around the thick head, then followed the trail of moisture left by the drop of precome that had travelled down the side. Clark uttered a harsh groan, and she lifted her other hand to clench the firm muscles of one butt-cheek as her tongue travelled up and down the length of him. He tasted of raw male sexiness, all musky and intoxicating, and she wanted more.

Which he promptly gave her. Moisture spilled from him as she worked her tongue around him and focused her attention on the tip, lapping steadily at the slit. Clark swore and begged and pleaded for more, his hand clasping the back of her head as he boldly guided himself into her mouth.

She felt his knees tremble as her mouth surrounded him. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he ground out, inching his hips forward slightly so that he slid along the length of her tongue. She responded to his move and hollowed her cheeks, her mouth tightening around him and sucking hard. His hips moved back and forth eagerly, and he sank deeper into her mouth with every thrust; carefully she relaxed her throat and took all of him in. His hand left her hair, and she felt him clasp her face with both hands as her head bobbed, completely wrapped up in the heat and suction she was giving him. She held onto his hips and revelled in the sweet friction of his member sliding over her tongue.

A heady sense of feminine power suffused her and she slowed her movements down, pulling back until he was halfway out of her mouth. Immediately he let out an anguished whimper.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. She continued to tease, sucking him all the way in and then receding until his hands tightened by the side of her face as gently as he could to stop his withdrawal from her mouth.

“Give it to me, Chloe,” he begged. “Please…”

Yes. This was what she’d wanted, what she’d craved since this whole sordid affair began: the knowledge that the hold Clark possessed over her was something that went both ways; that he yearned for her as much as she yearned for him, and that it was her touch, her mouth, that reduced him to a quivering, shuddering mass of flesh like nobody else ever could.

She lifted her head and released him from her mouth completely, much to his disappointment. She stared at his cock, flushed and damp and glistening, then leaned back and looked up at him.

“What do you want, Clark?” she asked huskily, her breath warming the broad tip of his cock. “Tell me.”

His thumbs stroked her cheeks tenderly even as his cock nudged insistently between her lips.

“I want to come in your mouth,” he whispered, his eyes wild with need. “I need to.”

***

Chapter 11…