Kaloe Fanfic: Temptation, Chapter 3

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I'm a tad annoyed with myself because once again, my four-chapter projection was slightly off the mark. Grr! But I know you all don't mind my lengthy stories, so it's all good!

mari2anne , hope you were wise and got cushy, comfy chairs for that back room! ;-)



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Title: Temptation

Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Kaloe

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Pure PWP.
Timeline: Season 5, AU-ish (follows Temptress)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.

Summary: Chloe’s determined to get Clark to take time out for himself every now and then. Sequel to Temptress.

Feedback: You know I like it like that. J

Read previous chapter here.

Read story from the beginning here.

Chapter 3

Clark stroked her hair for several moments while he got his breath back. Eventually he found his voice and attempted to speak.

“Are you okay?” he managed to whisper.

She lifted her head from his chest and gave him a sardonic look. “I thought that was my line,” she said with a smile, and stroked his hair tenderly. “I’m fine. Why shouldn’t I be?”

He sighed in relief. “I thought I might have hurt you, but I couldn’t stop. I did try to let you know when I coming, but-”

“Wait, is that why you never let me finish before?” she interrupted, surprised. “You were scared of hurting me?”

He shrugged. “That’s part of it, but mostly I figured you’d find it gross.”

“You could have just asked me,” she said reproachfully.

“Oh, sure,” he snorted. “Just ask, like it’s that easy. ‘Say Chloe, would you be awfully offended if I jizzed down your throat?’ ”

She smacked him playfully across the chest. “Don’t be vulgar,” she admonished.

“So you’re not freaked or weirded out by it?” he asked more seriously. He fully understood that he would never have been able to broach the subject with her without the help of redK, and was determined to take advantage of his lowered inhibitions to get some answers.

“I’m fine with it,” she reassured him. “Really.”

He sighed. “That’s good to know.” He ruffled her hair and yawned, stretching languidly. “I could do with a drink…”

“Allow me.” She scooted off the bed and snagged the bottle of Cristal off the table, along with two glasses.

“Sorry, these are just your basic tumblers,” she went on apologetically as she poured the bubbly into the glasses. “I wanted to get the appropriate flutes, but I ran out of cash after shelling out for a three-hundred dollar bottle of champagne, amongst other things.”

He shrugged noncommittally. “Hey, I don’t care what we drink it out of, just as long as we drink it.” He took the glass from her proffered hand and clinked it against hers before downing it in one gulp and refilling it immediately.

Chloe grinned impishly as she sipped from her own glass. “You do realise that knocking ‘em back like that is completely wasted on you, since you can’t get hammered?”

He regarded her with a sardonic glance. “I think a redK hit more than compensates for getting hammered, Chloe.”

Her smile faded and she lowered her gaze to the floor, lacing her fingers together around the glass nervously. “Yeah, Clark…about that…” she began, but he held out a hand to stop her.

“Don’t worry about it. You can apologise to me when it wears off.” He tipped the glass back and drank more slowly this time, savouring the flavour. When he was done, he looked up at her with hungry eyes. “Till then…”

He took the glass out her hands and placed it on the floor next to his. Then he extended an arm and smoothly tugged on the sash of her kimono till it came loose, smiling up at her as it did.

“You had something going on down here that caught my attention.” He parted the silky material with his hands, his eyes widening as he gazed at the apex of her thighs. Then he flashed a grin of appreciative lust.

“I assume this is what’s technically referred to as a Landing Strip,” he drawled with a wry smirk.

She blushed and smiled. “Full marks to you. Also known as a Brazilian wax. I wondered what you’d think of it.”

“You can stop wondering.” He pulled her closer and lightly traced the vee of her sex with soft kisses, then brushed his nose down the thin trail of hair leading to her intimate flesh. When he got to the top of the cleft, he slowly pushed his tongue through the soft folds to lick the aching nub nestled within.

Chloe gasped above him and he felt her fingers curl into his shoulder. He braced her thighs wider apart and parted her damp flesh with his fingers, exposing her glossy clit, and began to flick his tongue against it, teasing her with little licks. She made a sharp, needy sound and clutched him harder as her knees began to tremble.

He ran his tongue lower along the length of her moist seam, exploring her intimately, feeling the smooth difference in her newly waxed skin with his lips. He traced his mouth back up over her mound and kissed the trimmed line of hair softly, then nuzzled and licked the sensitive area in the crook of her upper thigh. Everything felt slicker and smoother beneath his lips, and the smell and taste of her was making him harder than ever. He moaned against her intimate flesh and tightened his fingers in her ass.

Yes, he was definitely a lifelong fan of Brazilian waxes.

Eventually he returned to her clit, wrapping his lips around the hard bud and sucking gently until her cries rose even louder and her thighs really began quiver as she neared release.

Quickly he scooted back on the bed and lifted her on top of him, draping her thighs on either side of his so that he had easy access to her moist core. He slipped one long finger inside her and thrust gently, feeling her inner muscles clutch at the single digit.

“You’re wet for me,” he rasped, adding a second finger as his hand moved back and forth in her slick heat. Chloe’s mouth fell open and her eyes drifted shut as he built up a steady rhythm.

She was so hot, creaming all over his fingers as he moved them in and out of her with deep, pressing thrusts. His cock stiffened painfully against his belly, precome welling at the tip as he watched Chloe’s ardent responses to his touch and listened to her soft sighs.

“You’re going to come already,” he remarked hotly as he added a third finger, stretching her further. She inhaled sharply and tilted her hips towards his hand, moving faster as she got closer to fulfilment.

“God, I love how responsive you are,” he whispered, slowing the movement of his fingers down a little bit.

Suddenly, she stilled and scowled down at him. “Could we possibly do this without the running commentary?”

He winked up at her, stopping the movement of his fingers but keeping them snug inside her. “Sorry. Not a fan, huh?”

She thought about it for a second. “Not at this very moment, no,” she replied honestly. “Don’t get me wrong, it does turn me on when I get to hear your uncensored thoughts, since you’re typically quiet in bed. But when I’m this close to coming, I find it a little…distracting.”

He grinned. “Actually, I did that deliberately. I was trying to slow you down some.”

She made a face at him and thumped him on the chest. “Why, you fucking tease!”

He chuckled. “Guilty, yeah, but I wasn’t going to leave you wanting for too long. Just long enough to do this…” he slid his fingers out of her and held his straining cock in his hand, smoothing her moisture up and down his length with firm strokes.

The heady smell of her arousal combined with the fragrant earthiness of his precome, and he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The heat generated from the slick friction of his hand made the aroma all the more potent, especially when combined with the lingering fragrance of Temptress and the cinnamon apple scent of the candle.

Chloe’s right, he thought groggily as passion began to build in him again. We really should do this more often.

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Chapter 4…