Chlark Fanfic: The Perfect Gift, Chapter 11

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New update of The Perfect Gift in the house, posted specially for angelbsb 's birthday.  Happy Birthday, Paige!  Enjoy, with my compliments. 

Chapter is rated Adult, so if you are under 18, go play outside or somethin'.  But please do not go behind the cut.  Thank you.

Here you go.  Banner by the fantastically talented ellashy .  Thank you so much for all your hard work, Ella! 

Image behind cut for partial nudity.  Not work safe.  You have been warned!

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Title:              The Perfect Gift (a.k.a Five Times Clark got Chloe a Birthday Pressie)

Author:          BabyDee
Pairing:          Chlark

Rating:           NC-17 (oh yeah, baby!) PLease do not go behind cut if you are not of age.  Thank you.

Warnings:     Graphic Sex
Timeline:      Seasons 1 – 5

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

Summary:     Clark attempts to get the perfect birthday present for Chloe, with hilarious results.

Feedback:      Gimme it. J

 

 

Read previous chapter here.

Read story from the beginning here.

 

 

 

Yowsa. :-)


Chapter 11

 

The Fifth Pressie: The Cute Little Red Teddy Pt 2

 

Dear God. 

 

Clark stood there dumbstruck, just staring and staring at Chloe until her words filtered into his frazzled brain.

 

“Teddy?” he repeated his wide eyes widening even further.  “That’s your teddy?”

 

“Mmm-hmm,” she drawled, trailing a finger along the ruffles on the plunging neckline.  “I know Lois picked it out, but I’m so thrilled you finally decided you wanted to see what I’d look like in something like this.” 

 

A totally confuzzled Clark racked his brain and tried to remember the specifics he’d given for Chloe’s gift.

 

Cute…bright red… the smaller the better….

 

Apparently, there were teddies, and there were Teddies.  And even though he’d been blissfully unaware of this fact, this time the gift was right on the money.  No wonder Lois has sounded so scandalised on the phone.

 

A grin tilted the corners of his mouth.  For the first time since he’d known Chloe’s older cousin, he wanted to twirl her around and toss her in the air with glee. 

 

“Thank you, Lois,” he breathed.

 

Chloe blinked, puzzled.  “What?”

 

“Nothing.”  He let his gaze freely roam over her until she felt compelled to issue a challenge.

 

“So, are you just gonna stand there all day, or are you a man of action?”

 

Oh, she had no idea.  Once again, Chloe’s birthday gift had gone completely wrong.  But for the first time in five years he knew, just knew that things were going to go be different this time.

 

He glanced at the sexy, semi-naked blonde posing against the table in front of him and grinned wickedly.  She wanted action?  She was so going to get it from him.

 

He took a predatory step towards her, surprised his legs could still carry him considering the ache gathering in his groin.

 

“You do look lovely in that, Chloe,” he said, his voice husky with lust. 

 

“Well, you can do a whole lot more than just look, Clark,” she purred seductively, arching her back so that her bosom was thrust forward. 

 

And there it was.  If he ever needed an opening, this was it. 

 

Confidently Clark walked towards her; slowly, deliberately, like a graceful panther stalking his prey.  The air between them crackled with energy generated from years of UST and he could feel his own body thrumming like a live wire.  From the way her pupils dilated as he approached and the delicate scent of her arousal that teased his nostrils, he was pretty sure she was buzzing in exactly the same way.  The shyness that had plagued him for most of his life just seemed to evaporate, and he had never been surer of himself in his life. 

 

After what seemed like forever he got to where she was standing and stopped, towering over her small form as he placed his hands on table on either side of her.

 

“Come to think of it, that fabric does look pretty soft and silky,” he murmured, his breath warm on her ear.  “Satin?” 

 

“Organza.”  She sounded all breathy and lightheaded

 

He nodded his approval.  “Very nice.  Can I touch it?” 

 

She gazed directly at him and tossed down the gauntlet.  “Be my guest.” 

 

Clark slowly lifted his hand and rested it on her…waist. 

 

She raised one blonde eyebrow.  “Seriously?!?”

 

He ignored her, determined not be rushed.  “In a minute,” he replied, brushing his thumb over her stomach in slow circles.  After a short while he slid his hand upward until he cupped her breast in his palm. 

 

Chloe drew in a slight breath, and he glanced at her with a heavy-lidded gaze.

 

“That better?” he asked, his voice rough and low.

 

Chloe couldn’t form an answer.  Her breathing accelerated as he weighed the heavy softness of her breast in his palm, squeezing it softly. 

 

“I was right,” he murmured silkily.  “It does feel nice.”

 

Chloe whimpered and swayed lightly towards him.  He continued to knead and tease her firm flesh, egged on by her throaty moans. 

 

He was desperate to see her nipples, seeing as he missed out on it last time because of that damned corset.  Lifting his other hand, he slid both inside the generous neckline of her teddy and pushed the ruffles aside. 

 

Damn. 

 

He’d fantasised about her breasts every day of the 365 since her last birthday.  He’d wondered what they’d look like, how they’d feel in his hands.  He’d formed mental image after mental image of what he thought they might look like. 

 

He could never have imagined they’d be as gorgeous and perfect as they actually were.

 

Gently he squeezed the pliant flesh, brushing his thumbs over the tight buds.  Chloe gasped and arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his hands.  His touch became bolder and he pinched her nipples lightly, teasing them to stiff peaks with his fingers. 

 

“Oh, yes,” she whispered.  “Clark, that’s so good…”

 

Not as good as what he wanted to do next, he would imagine.  Dropping his hands to her hips he lifted her and deposited her on the table, so that she was at a higher level and therefore more accessible.  Immediately his hands were back on her breasts, readying them for his mouth. 

 

Slowly he leaned down and licked her left nipple and she moaned his name, her hand furrowing into his hair. 

 

She tasted like…strawberries.  Literally.  He glanced up at her questioningly, and she flushed scarlet. 

 

“Pancake syrup,” she confessed shyly.

 

Oh, Lord.  The image of her rubbing pancake syrup into her nipples in anticipation of his mouth on them sent the blood rushing straight to his cock, making him dizzy.

 

“My favourite,” he grinned as he returned to his delectable task.    He made circles round her sweetened nipple with the tip of his tongue, loving the way it pebbled from all the attention, and felt her hand tightened in his hair as his licks grew more ardent. 

 

He opened his mouth and gently bit her soft flesh, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to make her moan in pleasure.  He then soothed the light marks with his tongue before taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking her strongly. 

 

“Oh, God!” she gasped, and trembled as he switched his attention to her other breast and gave it the same attention.  “Aaahh…Clark…” 

 

Clark’s keen sense of smell picked up her heady feminine scent again, and his nostrils flared.  He inhaled deeply, his hand wandering down her midriff and beyond as he remembered the delights he’d indulged in a year ago.  He slipped a finger under the strap of her thong and pulled, satisfied when the stretchy fabric gave way with a snap.

 

“Sorry,” he murmured, not sounding the least bit apologetic as he tossed the panties away.

 

She shrugged.  “Hey, you paid for it.” 

 

He chuckled.  “True.”  He brushed one fingertip up her moist seam and she relaxed her thighs, shivering at the light, tickly touch.  Slowly he repeated the gentle caress, her breath coming in light puffs as he found her clitoris and pressed his finger in small circles around it.  Chloe’s head fell back and she moaned, her mouth dropping open as he worked the long digit through the slick folds, sliding it in completely. 

 

Chloe’s insides automatically clamped around him as he began to slide the one finger, then two, in and out of her.  Her moans rose in pitch as he pleasured her, becoming so loud that he dimly worried that other students in the block might hear.  Keeping his other hand busy at her breast he smothered her rising moans with a deep kiss, the thrust of his tongue mimicking the actions of his lower hand.  Her fragrant moisture teased his nostrils mercilessly, and he desperately wanted the taste of her on his tongue again.

 

Clark slid his fingers out of her, making her whine in protest.  He gathered the gossamer-light fabric of the teddy in his strong hands and pushed it up, exposing her moist core.  Licking his lips in anticipation, he bent his head. 

 

Immediately she clammed up, jamming her thighs together.  He lifted his head and gave her a questioning glance.

 

“I don’t think I’ll like that,” she said, her voice shaky with alarm. 

 

Clark smiled wickedly.  “I think you will,” he whispered seductively in her ear as he prised her thighs apart with his hands.  “I know you will.”

 

“No!” she insisted.  “Clark, I don’t want you to do that!”

 

He ignored her, dropping to his knees and hooking her calves around his upper arms, spreading her legs further apart and leaning forwards.

 

“Clark!” she protested, straining in a futile attempt to close her thighs and shield herself from his hungry gaze.  “Don’t hold my legs, do not ho…oooooooooly fuck!”

 

Clark smiled against her damp entrance.  Chloe changed her tune the second his tongue stroked brazenly over her clit.  Her thighs trembled in his hands as he made slow, deep licks all the way up her slit, pressing his tongue into the sensitive nub at the top.

 

“Oh, my God!” she cried raggedly, fisting her hands in his hair and throwing her head back.  “Oh, my God!”

 

“Chloe keep your voice down,” he murmured against her.  “The whole block’s gonna hear you!”

 

“I don’t give a shit about the bl-aaaaah…!” she hissed, moaning loudly as he parted her slick flesh with his fingers and flicked his tongue at her engorged clit.  “Oh, fuck, that’s good…”

 

He chuckled as he tasted her intimately.  Even without the witch in her body, she was still inclined to speak French when he did this.  He remembered all too well her responses from the before, recalled how wet she’d gotten when he flicked and circled his tongue against her, and put his memories to good use. 

 

Chloe made a whole bunch of noises he’d never heard before and her back hit the table as she writhed and arched in pleasure.  Her fragrant moisture bloomed on his lips, and her voice rose to fever pitch as he opened his mouth around the pulsing bud and sucked her, hard.

“Oh my God!  Oh, my God!” she screamed, her entire body shuddering in ecstasy as she came like a rocket.  Clark felt precome seeping out of the head of his cock as his balls tightened painfully, and he slowed the movements of his mouth, willing himself not to shoot his load right there in his pants. 

 

Chloe’s cries eventually dimmed and the tension in her limbs eased as her orgasm slowly began to ebb.  Clark straightened and leaned over her, brushing her tousled hair off her face. 

 

Her eyes opened weakly and she stared at him, placing a hand on his cheek. 

 

“Sweet Jesus,” she breathed.  “Wherever did you learn how to do that?”

 

He swallowed.  “I can honestly say that I haven’t done this with anybody else,” he said, staring back at her.  “You’re the first person I ever…” he trailed off, embarrassed to say the words now that the deed was out in the open. 

 

“Wow,” she whispered.  “That was really, really-”

 

“Miss Sullivan!” bellowed a loud voice from the other side of the door, accompanied by loud, insistent banging.  “Campus Security.  Open the door, now!” 

 

 

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Chapter 12…