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TITLE: Secrets
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Smallville
SHIP: Chloe / Clark / ?
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: None that I know of
SYNOPSIS: What if Chloe found out Clark’s secret much earlier than in the series and things developed from there.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner Bros and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com I need reviews. It is hard to feel inspired and to find inspiration to keep writing when it feels like you are just posting your work into the void.
CHAPTER ONE
"Secrets are fun, whether it was ferreting them out or keeping them for others or to yourself." Chloe thought as she closed her eyes and leaned back against Clark's broad, solid chest as she luxuriated in the warmth of his nuzzling kiss at her neck and the slow flex of his fingers on her cotton-covered breasts. She reached up and back to worm her fingers into his hair and cup his head to press his lips harder against her skin.
Finding out Clark's secret and then confronting him with it and finding out all the details had been a doozie. It really did explain a lot of the mysteries and inconsistencies she'd noticed and eventually put aside over the years. It had even driven a wedge between them for a while, but that changed. Boy had it changed. They had started talking and without his secret between them the conversations were long and easy as they confided the little and big things they had not been able to before. When the subject of Lana eventually came up, he told her that he and the dark-haired beauty had secretly tried the dating thing, but it had been a disaster, his secret had gotten in the way too many times and that they were now just good friends. He even admitted his unrequited feelings for Lana might have blinded him to other possibilities. He had even apologized to her in an adorably vague way and she'd blushed at the memory of the crush she'd had on him.
Sharing his secret and understanding the burdens it placed on him allowed her to see the tension that he carried everyday and with everyone else. Now, with her, he could relax and they shared their hopes and dreams as they got to know each other all over again. And, by degrees, an intimacy had developed between them. They shared meals, caught movies, studied together and hung out more and more often, dating without knowing it or at least she hadn't known it until one fateful evening.
Three months earlier...
On, the very sofa that stood behind them, he'd called her name to get her attention and when she had turned to face him, his hand had gently cupped her cheek and he had leaned in until his lips hovered over hers. She'd frozen for just a moment, shocked, wide-eyed and surprised, but the warm, inviting, soft affection and entreaty in his blue eyes made her melt so that she closed the small distance between them to press her lips to his.
The kiss started off slow and tentative, but quickly deepened and heated with passion as she tilted her head, pressing into the warmth of his hand and opened her mouth to cement the kiss and let his tongue tango with hers. One thing had led to another and by the time they breathlessly broke the kiss she was lying on top of him with one of his strong hands cupping her behind and the fingers of the other woven into her hair and cradling her head while hers clutched at his shoulder and the back of his neck. Her heart hammered against her ribs and her body had sparked to aroused life. Things deep and low inside her tightened and moistened, her skin felt hot and tingled and her nipples were so taut they almost hurt as they pressed into his chest as she took deep breaths.
Chloe could feel his reaction too. It tented the front of his jeans and throbbed hotly against her belly. They both groaned when she shifted against it. He smiled up at her and her lips curved into an echoing smile.
"I've wanted to do that for weeks now." He admitted quietly and a shiver ran through her as he lightly ran the ball of his thumb across her kiss-swollen lower lip. She responded by lightly nipping at the tip of his thumb with a grin.
"You have?" She wondered incredulously and he nodded his confirmation. She slowly licked her lips tracing the remembered feel of his lips as she barely stopped herself from trying to rub her thighs together as her intimate flesh flexed and twisted against itself in an attempt to scratch the growing itch in her loins.
" What... What else have you been thinking of doing, Clark?" She enquired surprised at the husky, seductive tone of her voice. She knew it was fast, but she also knew what she wanted his answer to be. His hips undulated slowly to grind up against her.
"I think you know the answer to that." He told her and she hadn't known that Clark's gaze could smolder without him using his heat vision until that moment. Clark frowned when she sat up breaking most of her contact with him and he moved his hand from her ass to her hip while the heat in his eyes started to fade. But, they flared right back up when she reached down to her waist grasped the hem of her peasant blouse and the camisole she wore underneath, whipped them off over her head and tossed them to the floor.
"I believe I do." She admitted with her best come hither smile even as butterflies turned to hummingbirds in her stomach. His hands tightened at her waist and pulled her forward and against his throbbing bulge as he sat up and hungrily captured her lips. She nipped and sucked at his lips as eagerly as he did while their tongues wrestled back and forth. Her fingers scrabbled at the material of the red t-shirt he wore, gathering the material into her hands and dragging it up his back. He lifted his arms and she broke their kiss long enough to get the tee off over his head. He took it from her and tossed it aside.
He curled his strong arm around the small of her back and it made the perfect support for her to arch back and create the separation between them to offer him her breasts and the dusky pink, turgid peaks that topped them. He flashed her a crooked almost lascivious smile before his head descended. Her eyelids fluttered and she drew in a shuddering as his tongue swirled against the skin of her chest followed by the warm bloom of his lips. His tongue then slithered down the valley of her cleavage and explored the lower curve of her right breast with it. His hot breath bathed her skin as he lifted his head a little and it prickled where the heat met the moisture of his saliva.
Her hand tightened at the back of his neck, but his head didn't budge as he teased her with the tip of his tongue drawing slowly decreasing spirals towards her nipple, but never quite touching it. Chloe whined her dissatisfaction and he relented abruptly, his lips surrounding her straining peak with delightful liquid heat. She dragged in a sharp breath, which then shuddered out of her carrying a heavy moan with it as he sucked, sealing his lips to her skin and drawing against it while his tongue rolled and flicked the sensitive nub of her nipple creating an electric tether between it and her loins. She arched further to press more of herself into his sucking mouth and clutched harder at his head murmuring his name as she bucked and ground against the hard ridge of his denim-clad erection.
The whiplash sparks made by his mouth made her sex clenched and twisted wringing out slippery, hot torrents of lubrication to moisten her in anticipation and dampen her panties. The tension at her centre cranked up with sexual energy and arousal and she wanted more. His cooling saliva had little to do with the shiver that ran up her spine as he moved his mouth to pay attention to her other nipple. Heat and cold warred deliciously across her senses when his lips once again latched onto her with sounds of relish and appreciation vibrating them against her skin. She massaged his scalp and the back of his neck as he feasted on her breasts while his free hand again found and fondled her behind.
They undulated harder against each other, dry humping until she whined his name and pulled almost frantically at his hair. The denim of her jeans felt like sandpaper against her heated sweaty legs and she desperately wanted them off and to get to the next level. She didn't want anything between her and Clark. She finally managed to get his attention. He nipped at stretched her nipple as he lifted her head sending flares ricocheting into her chest. Clark's face was flushed and he licked his lips with his eyes bright as they met hers.
"We need to get naked, now, Clark. I want to get naked with you." She all but demanded as they looked at each other with undisguised lust. She hadn't been one for being a slave to teenage hormones, but for the first time she could understand the appeal.
"Aren't we rushing things a little?" He wondered although his hand continued to flex slowly on her ass and she could both see and feel the desire in him. She wasn't a virgin, which he knew. She'd passed that particular milestone with one Jimmy Olsen at a young journalist's conference in Metropolis the previous summer. It had been nice. He had been gentle and she had been ready for the experience, but it hadn't exactly rocked her world. They way she felt now, with Clark told her it would be different, but it suddenly occurred to her that it might be his first time. She was pretty sure he hadn't hooked up with Lana or anyone else in Smallville, but he had runaway to Metropolis for an entire summer and it was something he didn't talk about.
"You don't want to?" She asked softly not sure which answer would make her less nervous.
"No... No, I really want to." He answered and she found it really cute that he blushed when he said it and it reminded as much as things had changed, something's about Clark never would.
"Is... Is it because it will be your first time?" She persisted, still seeing the doubt and trepidation in his eyes as they searched hers.
"No, I've... No, it's not that, I..." He replied with a slight shake of his head, his eyes dropping from hers for a moment and his cheeks getting even redder.
"I... I just want you to be sure... I don't want to mess this up." He finally admitted his returning to and holding hers as he spoke earnestly, his hands stilling, but not leaving her behind.
A soft tinkle of laughter escaped even though the edge of her straight white teeth pinned her lower lip behind it as she gazed into his eyes and another frown furrowed his brow as she shook her head slowly, the movement shifting her crotch against his and her ass in his hands.
"I'm sure, Clark. I really am. I... I want this. Here and now. I am sure there are loads of things that can mess this, whatever it is going to be, up, but I also know it won't be sex. Now, can we get naked?" She made her position perfectly clear, maintaining eye contact and speaking as earnestly as he had. She watched as his frown disappeared and one of his thousand watt smiles replaced it as he nodded and the growing tension between them broke. Things had slowed down as they talked, but then they suddenly sped up in a frantic spurt of activity. Strong hands gently lifted her up as if she weighed nothing, holding her aloft as he swung his legs off the sofa and stood before he returned her feet to the floorboards. Their was another pause as they grinned at each other and then on some unspoken signal a race started as fingers flew to attack fasteners, buckles, buttons and zippers.
Her slip-ons gave her an advantage over his work boots because she was able to simply kick them off, but not by much. Yet, it was the reason why she was sitting on the sofa and leaning forward to drag her jeans off her feet when he shucked both his pant and boxers down and she was at eye level with his erection as it virtually sprang out at her. Her hands froze and she stopped and stared. He was impossible, well not actually impossible. She had watched porn before. Her only other lover had been a little above average, but Clark was, well, hung. Chloe forced her jaw to rise and close as she realized she was gaping as well as staring. He still had some secrets left it seemed. She knew he was special, really special, but even with the knowledge of his secret and what he was physically capable of, she had still seen him as unassuming, normal. It had been something he had been working on for so long it was like an aura he exuded. She would never be able to see him like that again.
He was thick, almost as thick as her wrist and, she estimated, about nine and a half to ten inches long rising from a nest of dark curls above an impressive scrotum. She could see veins running up along its curved length and as she watched it twitched against his washboard abs and a strangely hypnotic, beckoning motion. He was masculinity personified and her centre flared with heat and another anticipatory flood of lubrication as she thought of being a sheathed aside for his virile, throbbing sword. He noticed her sudden stillness as he kicked aside his pants and boxers and followed her gaze. Her eyes flicked up to his face to find glowing spots on his cheeks as he straightened and awkwardly struck a proud pose.
"You're not naked." He noted with playful accusation referring to the fact that her jeans were still around one ankle and she was still wearing her sodden panties. She had to lift her eyes to his again since it had been dragged back to his crotch and the proud lance of his manhood.
"I got a little distracted." She admitted freely, hardly recognizing her own voice as she slid forward off the sofa and onto her knees. She appeared to be functioning on autopilot, acting without conscious thought as she reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft. He made a sound of appreciation deep in his throat as she skimmed his magnificent length, slowly exploring and measuring with head tilted to the side and her teeth lightly worrying at the side of her lower lip with concentration. His shaft pulsed with virile heat and was velvet-wrapped steel against the grip of her hand. Clark groaned her name softly as his hips jerk to thrust into her hand and with a little experimenting they found a steady rhythm
His male musk tantalized her nose as she leaned forward intent and fascinated as she saw a heavy dollop of clear lube make its appearance at the tip of his cock. It glinted as it caught the light of the overhead bulb. She kept leaning forward and then her tongue extended of its own accord and she flicked the tip across his skin to collect it. He froze and then shuddered with a sharp inhalation, which he let out slowly to carry her name with it in an awed tone that was part question and part plea while she processed the taste of him. She couldn't quite place it, complex and at the same time simple, but she liked it. His cock throbbed against her grip at its base and more lube drooled from him as she watched. She licked her lips in anticipation of what she intended to do next. It was something she hadn't done before and a nervous flutter joined the heated itch low down inside her.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly down his length before she ran the flat of her tongue just as slowly back up it. His taste was thicker and made her mouth water as she swirled her tongue over the slippery head of his dick before she carefully enveloped it with her mouth. Clark moaned above her and the shadow of his hands caused her to flick her eyes up and to the side to see them hover over her head as she took more of his maleness into her mouth. She sealed her lips around his throbbing flesh and slowly sucked and bobbed her head at the same time. She loved the way he said her name as his trembling hands found her head and his fingers wormed into her blonde hair. His hands were gentle and undemanding, but flexed to massage her scalp as she performed her first blowjob.
It was a little awkward at first, but with a little trial and error, they managed to re-establish the rhythm they had found earlier. She had no delusions of porn stardom and he really was too thick and long for her to even attempt any kind of deep throat maneuver, so she didn't. She took as much of him as would fit with him tickling the entrance to her throat while working the rest with his hand. At first, it set off a warning contraction of her gag reflex, but she slowed down and rose a little higher on her knees to find a better angle while grasping his hip to maintain her balance. Giving in to the guilty pleasure of watching celebrity sex tapes on the net finally paid off as she had some clue as to what to try as she sucked, lapped and even lightly nipped at his twitching, thrusting shaft.
He murmured praises and encouragements down to her and the reverent tone of his voice made her sex quiver and contract in response. Her panties were sodden and clung to her swollen folds, chafing then slightly and sending little cascades of sparks into her loins as thighs flexed and rubbed together to the rhythm of her bobbing head and stroking fist. Clark was starting to breathe faster with heavy moans, gasps, grunts and hisses as she applied different speeds and pressures, took as much of him as she could or just nursed at his dick head or dragged the edge of her teeth along his saliva slicked skin or slithered and swirled her tongue along it or lifted her head and bathed him with the liquid heat of her breath while she gave her stretched lips and jaw a little rest.
Chloe hadn't given much thought to the dynamics of oral sex; she couldn't see how it could be pleasurable for a girl to suck on a guy. It was just a means to an end, but now she did. The pleasure wasn't so much physical as mental. The intensity and variety of his reactions gave her both satisfaction as well as a sense if power and confidence, made her feel desired and sexy, which added to her arousal.
The salt tang of sweat mixed in with his heady male musk as she adjusted when he started to thrust harder. She flicked her eyes up and found him staring down at her raptly. His blue eyes glittered brightly and his face was flushed. His jaw was clenched and little tremors occasionally ran down his large, lean frame as she sucked harder and moved faster with liquid slurps and gurgles while her nostrils flared and she ignored her slight gagging contractions of her throat when she wedged his pointed tip a little too deeply into the entrance to her throat. Sweat trickled down her back and he started pant while she too was finding it hard to catch her breath. She could feel the strain of his trying to remain in control by the way his hands shook and his fingers lost their rhythms.
His dick throbbed like a jackhammer and then let out a strangled half-grunt, half-cry before he frantically started to call her name. She was too lost in what she was doing to heed the urgency and desperation in his tone and she was just starting to pull of him when the first heavy spurt of his seed barreled into her mouth. It caught her by surprise, as did the heavy, powerful buck of his hips. She choked and sputtered after a startled squeak as she tried to swallow and back up off the sudden pressure of his cock trying to enter her throat and his thick jism filling her mouth to capacity. If she had been able to think, she might have reconsidered her early conclusion of not being able to take him because although she was gagging, he went in quite deep, but she found herself battling for air and on the edge of panic as she felt him swell for another heavy volley.
His hands left her head and dropped to her shoulders as he pushed her backwards and jerked his hips back at the same time. He grunted again, but hips remained where they and the end of the second spurt hit her lips. She started to fall back, but his hands stopped her from doing so. A thin line of spittle connect her lips to him for a moment as she sucked in a deep, shuddering breath and shut her eyes before the next blast splashed hot on her face and the next and the next and the next. His fingers flexed on her shoulders, as did her hand on the base of his pulsing cock did as he bathed her face in his essence. Clark groaned and Chloe managed to brace herself before he leaned against her as his dick lurched and only a thin dribble leaked out.
She could feel his warm, slipperiness on her cheeks; forehead, nose, chin and lips slowly trickle and drip downwards. She was shocked at how much he had ejaculated as she swirled what was left in her mouth around, savoring his delicious, slightly salty flavor. She wondered if the flavor was a Kryptonian or a Clark specific thing, but she was glad her first such experience was with him, despite the spectacular results.
"Oh God, Chloe. I... I'm so sorry. It just felt soooo damn good... You were... I tried to... I couldn't... I'm sorry." He apologized and she could see the look of concern and horror on his face without opening her eyes. She blinked, but then kept her eyes closed. She let go of his hip and used her fingers to wipe his cum off her eyelids. She found herself grinning up at him around her fingers as she sucked them clean and then licked her lips.
"Do you always cum that much?" She asked as she deliberately took more of him off her cheeks and popped it into her mouth to show him she did not have a problem with what he'd done. It had surprised the hell out of her, but she thought it was kind of cool.
"I... I have before, but not always." His eyes going distant for a moment before he answered honestly and again she fleetingly wondered about his sexual history. He frowned for a moment.
"You're okay? Okay with me..." He wondered making a nervous gesture with his hands to indicate his explosive release into her mouth and onto her face.
"Yeah, I am, and I guess I'll consider myself honored." She told him as she cleaned her face with her fingers and licked and sucked them clean with a bold, broad smile and sounds of relish. She would have thought she would be more self-conscious, all but naked cleaning cum off her face in front of Clark, but it made her feel sexy in a kind of slutty way. Her smile broadened as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye drawing her gaze back to his crotch. His erection twitched still glistened with her saliva and the ruminants of his ejaculation, and still rock hard.
"You're still hard." She noted softly, but with meaning as she found herself hunting for any last trace of his seed with a speculative tilt to her head. He flashed her a part-nervous, part-proud grin.
"It might be wrong, but damn, you looked sexy as hell with my cum all over your face." He admitted his grin becoming a wry smile as he offered her his hand and she took it to allow him to pull her to her feet. She finally kicked off her jeans leaving her in only her panties while she tilted her head back to look into his face.
"You're still not naked." He commented looking down at her with the smolder back in his eyes.
"You care to do something about that?" She challenged him.
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