He hated this time of the month.
Everything was more sensitive than usual. Sounds, smell, taste, usually it's easy to let these things fade into the background. Typically there was a certain threshold something had to cross until he registered it as either a threat and/or as something out of the normal. A scream, the burnt smell of smoke, the low hum of an explosion from miles away, even the faintest of changes beckoned his attention. Things like that were easy to distinguish by now.
Lois should not be one of these things.
Clark was especially sensitive to Lois's needs and it was driving him crazy, least to say. He tried to mind his business as he usually did. He pretended to be completely oblivious. He had mastered the task of keeping himself occupied because he couldn't adhere to every crisis at any given time. But with those crises there were always other people nearby who could help, those situations often took care of themselves. Lois was his problem entirely.
She grabbed him by the tie as he walked past her cubicle. "Where do you think you're going, Smallville?"
Not that he minded, of course.
"Uh… bagels?" He tried and hoped his desperation to flee wasn't incredibly obvious.
"Right… bagels." She peeked over the cubicle, biting her lip. Perry was out of sight. As though she would've cared either way. "Don't worry, I can hold down the fort for now, okay?" She said, drawing him in to peck his cheek.
"Thanks." He managed to choke out before slipping away.
She liked to tease him sometimes, today more than usual because she noticed something was off about him today. He didn't know what she was trying to achieve because he already ripped off 5 doorknobs today so unless she wanted him to tear down the building then there wasn't an immediate goal that he could think of. Other than seeing him choke, that is. Then again, that seemed like her primary form of entertainment nowadays. He didn't know why he was surprised and yet, so drawn to it he couldn't help himself.
He felt like a lovesick puppy. And he didn't want to change a thing.
He's flying through the cold air and she was still at the epicenter of his every waking thought, burning through his senses. He remembered every part of her, every scar, strand, dimple, lumps and curves, all of it mapped out in the back of his brain. Her voice… her voice was probably the worst of it. That's the one thing he could never escape from. And she's chopping up some half-assed excuse to Perry. He laughed to himself.
"Are you doing anything later?" She whispered in his ear when they clocked out for the day.
He almost laughed. As if.
Spending the night at Lois's apartment was easily what he looked forward to the most every week. They've been trying to set more time aside for themselves. Lois, not focused on writing her next article, and Clark, not fleeing at every minor inconvenience. This gave them the opportunity to breathe a bit easier and catch up on some things, sometimes while lounging in their sweats and reliving childhood favorite movies and splurging on takeout food. After a while they've gotten to know each other very… intimately.
So, forgive him if he wasn't exactly jumping out of his seat at a moment's notice. In his defense, Kara was covering for him and Kara wasn't one to simply let him slack on the job. He deserved this. (Also, Kara threatened to kick his ass if he didn't take care of himself and honestly he's terrified to even entertain the idea.)
Needless to say, he wasn't paying attention to the movie.
"Clingy." Lois teased.
At all.
"Mm…" He nuzzled into her neck, taking in the scent of her. He wished he had the words to describe it, but there was that familiar twinge of lavender he couldn't escape from. "'m not doing anything."
"Your hand is up my shirt." He squeezed. "Now you're groping me."
"Huh." He murmured like he didn't know how his hand got there.
"Huh, weird." She played along, a smile crawling up her face. Her hands drifted down to his thighs, giving them a squeeze as she glanced back at him. "Didn't wear yourself too thin, did you?"
He caught her lips in a passionate kiss, one hand roughly gripping her hip to keep her close but he pulled away, all too soon, a heartbeat later. "...'Course not." He said with a slight wobble to his voice as he looked away.
Slowly, her lips curled into a smile as though just registering what happened. "You're not making a good case for yourself, Smallville." She said, reaching for the remote to turn down the TV. "Usually you last long enough for a movie, now you can't even handle that."
He chuckled. He was glad to have one less thing to tune out. Because that left more room for Lois. "Well… maybe." He admitted, pulling her into his lap and his hand found its way back up her shirt.
He could hear her heart beating madly as she shifted in his lap, feeling at his bulge through the fabric of his sweatpants. "Mm… you weren't away for that long."
"Felt like hours." His cock was getting hard as she rubbed herself against him.
"Stop being dramatic."
He groaned and buried his head in the crook of her neck. He needed to be careful with his senses heightened like this and she didn't make things any easier. And he was turned on by that too. He felt dizzy as his cock throbbed underneath her. As frustrated as he was with the fabric separating them, he didn't have it within him to take the risk.
Lois took the lead, turning herself around so that she was facing him now, straddling his hips. His erection was pressed against her sex, and they both looked down at the tent in his pants.
She gave him a smile. "You missed me that much?"
He responded by kissing her again, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her closer. She slung her arms around his neck and her breasts pressed against his chest. He didn't understand how such a delicate human was capable of tearing him apart just by sitting in his lap. He felt like he was being suffocated with pleasure, and as selfish as he was, he wanted more.
Careful, he reminded himself as his hands caressed her body. The sensation of her tongue in his mouth made it even harder to focus, he wasn't even sure if he was reciprocating it entirely. The heat at his center, in his mouth, her heartbeat and her little sighs of pleasure, it was all too much and never enough at the same time.
He needed to feel her.
His eyes took on that blue glow before his hands started making dimples in her skin. He was only peeking, he couldn't afford to press too hard. But he knew how she liked to be touched. All her aching muscles from how much she pushed herself everyday. Her reckless physicality, flawless physique.
He wanted to see her.
But with his hands roaming her body, and now, her hips grinding against him, he couldn't even pretend like he was paying attention to what her mouth was doing or where her hands were going. She palmed him through his sweatpants and he grasped the first thing he felt. Which was her sweatshirt.
They were interrupted by a sharp ripping sound.
He'd never grab Lois like that. He knew he wouldn't. He knew the difference. But at that moment… he wasn't so sure.
He paled. "Oh… my God."
Lois paused what she was doing after seeing the look on his face. And then saw the torn fabric clenched in his hand. She pursed her lips together, trying not to laugh, but she couldn't help the smile that crawled up her face. "Well I guess subtly is out."
"Lois," He choked, dropping the piece of fabric like it was poisonous. "It was an accident."
She tilted her chin up, unbothered. "I don't think it was an accident."
"Lois, you don't understand-"
"Clark." She put a finger over his lips. "You're fine... I'm fine."
Just to make sure, he did a quick scan of her body. Nothing broken, no bruises. But his hands were still shaking from the possibility.
"See? It's fine." She said, shrugging out of the remains of her sweatshirt.
Lois treating this as though it wasn't a big deal only made him more uneasy. She was sitting half-naked on his lap like he didn't just rip her clothes off her like some rabid animal. She should be afraid of him. God knows what else could happen if he slipped up a second time.
He offered his hand and she wrapped both of her hands around his. She needed both of her hands to hold his one hand. She was so small… so delicate, he was afraid to even squeeze. She gave him a sympathetic smile as her fingers traced the lines of his palm.
He took a deep breath. "Lois, it's not fine. I could've hurt you." He said quietly.
She nodded in understanding. "But you didn't."
"But I could have."
She snorted and looked up at him. "We're not going to go back and forth on this, are we?" He broke into a grin and shook his head. "Good."
He had to admit, laughing about it did ease his nerves a bit. His hands weren't shaking anymore. He took the opportunity to test his grip, taking her hand in his. And she reached out to grab his other hand. For some reason he was surprised. He wondered if anything ever deterred her. She was stronger than he was.
"Um," Lois broke the silence. "Can I just… throw this out there? And feel free to shoot it down if you're not up to it but…"
He was expecting her to immediately say what she was thinking as she always did. When she didn't, he looked down at her. Her face was red. Was she nervous? "What is it, Lois?"
She made eye contact for a second before her eyes darted away again. "Okay…" She took a deep breath and squeezed his hands. He squeezed back. Her heart skipped a beat at the gesture. "Can we… try that again?"
That's not what he was expecting.
"...What."
She smiled sheepishly. "What can I say? It's kinda hot that you can't control yourself around me."
He was hesitant about the idea, still feeling like he crossed a line when he ripped her shirt off. It didn't bother her but it did bother him knowing how easy it was to slip up. But there was also a part of him that was willing to try. He didn't want to admit it but she was right when she said it didn't seem like an accident.
She spoke up again. "Consider it, a practice in self control."
"Seems risky…" He said, though he couldn't help the smile crawling up his face at the idea.
"Remember who you're talking to, Smallville." She said, cupping his face in her hands.
He pecked her lips before standing up with her in his arms. "You scare me sometimes, Lois."
He floated them over to her bed and laid her down on the mattress. He hadn't had the chance to admire her body until now. Her chest rose and fell with anticipation and he noticed how she squirmed the longer he stared, unable to keep eye contact with him for longer than a second. Then his eyes traveled down further, to the soft muscles of her stomach and her cute stretch marks. She spread her legs for him. His mouth felt dry.
"Clark… are you just going to stare at me all day or-"
He leaned down and pressed a thumb to her lips, and slowly dragged her bottom lip down before kissing her. "I'm allowed to stare, aren't I?"
She scoffed to hide how flustered she got at the sudden confidence. "I'm just saying, you should be careful before I start charging."
"That's not fair."
"Sorry, it's just business." She pushed him away from her and looked him up and down. "Now, for my first order of business… take it off." He complied and pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Lois ran her hands down his chest before wrapping her arms around him. "That's better."
Clark continued by kissing down her jaw and then down her throat. He knew which spots were the most sensitive, like the spot behind her ear which elicited a sigh from her. Then there was the crook of her neck which was a spot that she found ticklish that she couldn't help but squeal as kissing turned into nipping and nipping turned into biting. He relished how easy it was for him to draw those noises out of her.
He caressed the sides of her body and she shivered under his featherlight touch. She laid her hands on top of his, guiding them wherever she wanted, which was just how Clark liked it. She guided him to the swell of her breasts. He was still a little cautious about his strength so he didn't squeeze. He didn't mind, really, he was used to admiring from afar, but there was a time where he thought that suited him best. When he met Lois though, that's when he realized he was wrong. There was much more he could achieve right next to her.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
He slid his hands down to her hips while he was nestled between her breasts, listening to her heart rate spike as he lifted her up to his bulge.
"Fuck…" She breathed out.
He chuckled. He hadn't even started grinding against her yet. "Really? Is that all it takes?"
She threaded her fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear. "I've been waiting for you to fuck me all day. It gets to a point where I have to wonder if you do it on purpose."
"Hm… do what?"
She squeezed her legs around him. "Follow me around like a lost puppy."
"Well, making out with your coworker isn't exactly ethical."
"And yet…"
"That was one time."
"If you're going to make your own rules then at least stand by them."
"I do stand by them. You-" She rocked her hips against him and he bit his lip. "You're the one that bends them."
"You could always stop me. But you don't." She said with her innocent doe eyes.
He was starting to choke. "You're very persuasive."
"Ah, yes, persuasive." She brought his head down to kiss the spot between his brows. "Let's just say that."
He slowly rocked his hips against hers and admired the little furrow in her brow, that same look she got when she was concentrating on something. Only now the attention was turned towards him. He wondered which one of them would break first.
He's gotten used to that comfortable plateau of warmth that always followed him whenever Lois was around and at one point, he wondered if something was wrong with him. A year into the relationship and he was still turned on by everything about her… it was kinda embarrassing sometimes because he couldn't hide it. He chalked it up to being ridiculously sheltered as a kid but when he brought it up to Lois, she sorta laughed at him and said, "That's a very long way of saying that you're in love with me."
So, he supposed he was ridiculously sheltered… and Lois already figured that out when he came in his pants after a tense makeout session. She was always patient though as she walked him through the things she knew and the things she liked, which sometimes meant opening himself up to the things he didn't think were possible for someone like him.
One thing he learned was that, when it came to Lois he'd try just about anything… but some part of him felt selfish when it was the other way around. He didn't want it to feel as though it was an obligation and he was always afraid of being weird and after years of keeping everything locked inside, it was hard to break the habit.
And he's sure she caught onto that too.
Her hands roamed his body, her fingers dancing down the sculpt of his muscles. "Do you ever bruise?" She asked once she realized he was paying attention.
"Not really, it takes a lot to make me bruise." He said and cleared his throat. "Sorry, I guess I zoned out there."
"What were you thinking about?"
"The first time you spent the night at my apartment." He ran his hands down her back.
"How could I forget?" She chuckled and grinded her hips into him. "I didn't think you'd be so sensitive."
He smiled and his hands drifted down a little further, applying more pressure to them both. "What were you expecting?"
A little moan slipped past her lips but she tried to ignore it. "I don't know… the opposite I guess? I mean, I've seen you bench press a tractor before." She tilted her head and smirked. "I didn't think I'd be your greatest weakness."
"You underestimate yourself." He said, squeezing her ass and tucking his head under her chin so he could kiss her throat.
He loved the way Lois rubbed herself against him, he could already feel himself getting wet in his boxers. "Mhm… do go on." And that sultry tone, he couldn't get enough of it.
"You're brilliant." He said and licked up the stretch of her throat before grazing his teeth against her neck. "You drive me crazy in all the right ways."
Her hand drifted down and she teased the tip of his cock through the fabric as she rubbed herself against him.
He bit down on her neck to muffle the sound of his moans. His cock throbbed with need. He could rip her pants off and fuck her right now but he also liked the idea of letting Lois have control. She knew he wouldn't last long, and she was right, so he wanted to indulge her. And… it was worth the wait to see the look on her face when he turned the tables on her.
While he allowed her to have her fun, he kept himself occupied by sucking the skin at her neck and kneading her breasts. He twisted a nipple, feeling it harden between his fingers and she gasped a little though it hardly halted her movements. He didn't think he'd be able to make her come before he did, she had more experience than him after all, but one day he'd learn. He wasn't exactly opposed to spending more time practicing.
Lois whined as he sucked harder and clutched her breasts while the tension inside of him tightened and tightened. She held onto him as she whispered praises in his ear. "C'mon, big guy, I know you want to. Don't hold out on me. Show me how turned on you get at just the thought of being inside me."
His hand slipped down her waistband and there was a sharp ripping sound as he came and her bottoms fell away in tatters. He could smell her arousal. Her panties were probably beyond ruined anyways.
Though that made him all the more conscious about the new stickiness in his pants. He's not sure if that's going to wash out. Not that any of that mattered right now. Not when Lois was giggling at him and pushing him up to help him pull the pants down his hips.
From where he stood at the foot of her bed, he had a perfect angle for her mouth. When she pulled his boxers down, she grinned, seeing his blushing red cock dripping with his own cum.
"Cute." She said, pressing her lips at the tip of his cock. His cock twitched responsively to the gesture, still sensitive from his orgasm. She noticed a look in his eyes. She could tell what he was thinking. "You sure you want to go for another one? Right now? You can hardly stand up as it is."
He bit his lip, trying to hide the smile that was already there. "I didn't say anything." He said haughtily, and ran his fingers through her hair. "Sounds like it was your idea."
She playfully flicked her tongue across his slit while she looked him in the eye, as though daring him to stop her. But that's the last thing he wanted.
"Keep going." He said.
She got up on her knees and licked a line from the tip of his cock, down the veins of his shaft and to the bushy peach fuzz of his base. His cock was still aching for the real thing. He wasn't quite satisfied yet. But God, did he love that look in her eyes. Like she could devour him whole.
"How's it taste?"
She licked her lips. "Like I haven't had enough of it."
"You want to try again?" He asked. He really hoped he was doing this right. He wasn't putting on a voice or anything. He always felt a little bit silly when he tried.
Still, it was effective.
She took him in her mouth again, humming as her tongue slid down his shaft before closing her lips around him. She was only halfway down his cock but, already, his eyes were rolling into the back of his head when she began to suck. She was doing a bit more than just tasting him, not that he had any complaints about that.
She was always so… dexterous with her mouth. She didn't rush herself when it came to pleasing him, because she knew that's how he preferred it. She was dexterous in the right ways, swirling her tongue at the ridge of his head every so often and digging her nails into her hips to pull him in closer. Her hips began to sway as she took him in further and she glanced up at him with desperate eyes.
It was hard to resist. He needed to fuck her now. But he also loved how much she needed him. He loved being needed.
"You're really good at this, y'know?" One of her hands drifted down, caressing her chest before settling between her legs which was his sign to keep going. "Better than I imagined." He said, running his fingers through her hair.
"You have no idea what you do to me. It's so hard to keep my head on straight when I'm around you… the things I wish I could do to you." There was the quiet, wet, squelching of her fingering herself. Thinking about him inside of her. Moaning around him. And his thoughts get filthier… teetering on the edge of something more primal inside of him. "Sometimes I wish I could let everyone know you're mine. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the jealous type but… it's never enough. I don't want anyone to have you, to even think about having you… but I can't exactly scream your name from the rooftops, can I?"
Lois started going faster, taking him to her throat, swallowing around him as she rode her hand like it was the real thing.
He gasped and covered his mouth. "I'm going to come if you keep that up."
Too late he realized he probably shouldn't have said that because she'd take that as a challenge too.
When she slowly pulled away, she replaced her mouth with her hand, dragging her tongue up his shaft, hollowing out her cheeks, while her hand followed. She pumped him with his tip resting at her tongue in rhythm with the pumping of her fingers inside of her. Her thumb teased his tip with a shit eating grin on her face.
He whined, his hands curling into fists. "Lois, please."
She squeezed his tip and he dripped on her tongue, dribbling a little past her lips.
She stopped and leaned back on her elbows, licking the leftover spunk on her lips. "There. That's all I wanted."
She left him dazed and starving for more. She didn't let him finish. "...Very funny."
"Don't be like that. I'm giving you what you wanted."
"I could say the same."
"What are you gonna do about it?" She tilted her head. "Hm?"
He leaned over and placed his hands on both sides of her. "I want to try something."
He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. It filled him with pride and it only encouraged him even further. She always said to not be afraid, she always guided him through things like this. It was clear to him now that he couldn't run away from his desires and this was something that she has been wanting for awhile now.
She pulled him down to her, raking her nails down his back. He moaned and she chuckled because she knew she couldn't hurt him. He just liked her hands on him, being around her… being on top of her. That desire was intoxicating. His hands roamed her body like he was trying to map it out in his mind.
"Let's get even, shall we?"
Lois nodded eagerly.
He dipped a finger into her heat.
She gasped and spread her legs wider.
He wasn't trying anything just yet, no matter how badly she wanted it. With her legs shaking, he wondered if she had gotten close. There was a wet sound as he added another finger.
He was breathless. "Did you get yourself ready for me?"
She bit her lip. "Mm…"
His heart raced. He grabbed her by the legs and pulled her down to his cock. She fought against him, desperate for him now but unfortunately they were doing things his way.
"Easy, Ms. Lane, I don't want you to hurt yourself." He said with his cock, slick with her spit, slipping between her folds.
"I think I can handle myself." She tried again.
His hands gripped her thighs tight, completely enveloping them with ease. The size difference between them was daunting… but in a good way. Especially when he saw what that did to her.
"Are you sure you can take all of me?" He asked with his tip easing into her.
"You know I can." She whined.
He thrusted the rest of himself into her with ease and she let out a sharp gasp. "Fuck, Clark."
"I thought you said you could take me."
"I didn't think you would just-" She moaned and shuddered as he dragged himself out of her. "Please." She clawed at his shoulders like a lifeline.
He tried again, inching into her this time with a smug grin on his face. "Maybe we should go slow then."
She moaned again, throwing her head back as he slid inside her a few inches. "Clark, please…"
He kissed her forehead. "Please what?"
She looked into his bright blue eyes and took a deep breath. "I need you. Now."
He chuckled and cupped her jaw. "Okay, okay, be patient."
"Like I haven't been all day?"
"Sorry, you just get so… hot when you're needy."
She looked away, a little embarrassed about being called needy. "Oh, so you get off on it. Is that what you're saying?"
"Maybe." He said with his hand drifting down. "Though, that's not exactly the words I would use."
She smiled, pretending not to notice his thumb hovering at her sex. "I'm starting to think I might be a bad influence on you."
"How so?" He tilted his head and his thumb rubbed against her clit.
Her lips curled. "You know exactly what I mean."
He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "I'm a fast learner. Can I try something?"
"You don't have to ask."
He swirled his thumb, lust boiling inside him as her feet dug into the blankets. "How many rounds can you last?"
Her mouth was dry, a shy smile on her face. "Um… not sure. You got something in mind, Smallville?"
"Sure…" He said, pressing his lips into her collarbone. "As long as you promise me to not push yourself too hard."
She snorted, hiding her face in her hand and peeking an eye out at him. "As long as you promise me you're going to be the one changing the sheets."
"Okay." He said as he eased into her.
Now that he had the chance to focus, all that tension from before was returning to him now. He was still coiled like a spring and how Lois teased him over it. How Lois had been teasing him all day, grabbing his thigh when no one was watching and whispering innuendos in his ear when no one was listening.
He rolled his hips against her, finding a rhythm, while her hips met his in staggered thrusts.
"You're so eager." He said.
"Can you blame me when you tease me like that? You're not planning on spoiling the surprise, are you?"
"I'll talk you through it when we get there."
He was trying to not get ahead of himself. The visual image of filling her up until she couldn't take anymore. Seeing himself leak out of her. But he wanted to get even first. Get her close before pulling out of her. It'd make her desperate, even more than she is now.
The problem was, he had to hold off until then so he had to find other things to occupy himself with. Other things, being Lois of course.
She laughed, high on lust. "Like I said… bad influence."
"You love it." He said, his hands wrapping around her hips so that he could lift her up to his cock until her back was arcing off the bed.
She bit her lip. "Yeah, I do."
He began with slow strokes into her and watched as her breasts swayed.
"I almost thought about dragging you into a closet while we were at work."
"Mmm, you should've."
"I don't know," He smirked, toying with her nipple. "You get pretty pissed whenever someone gets in the way of your story."
"I mean, I could always write about how I spent the night with Superman…" Her smile widened when he chuckled. "And, in my defense, I'm great at multitasking."
He glanced at her. "...And you're pretty hot when you're pissed."
Her eyebrows rose. "Really?"
"I mean like, feisty hot… not like, y'know…" He shook his head, dumbly and regained focus. "It's what I love most about you."
And he kept it to himself, but some part of him always wanted to be more like her. Bolder. Braver. Reckless. Adventurous. All those things made him feel alive, made him feel… human.
Her gaze softened and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll remember that."
He leaned down until his chest was flush with hers, and kissed her while her legs wrapped around him. "I won't let you forget it."
He caressed her body. Down the rigid muscles of her back, and down a little further where her birthmark was. At her hip, that dark patch of skin. Then even further, her voluptuous curves with the faintest of stretch marks decorating them beautifully. Clark was jealous, in a weird way, how much you could piece together about someone just by looking at their body. At her knee, she had a scar where she split her knee on her bike. On her other leg, at her calf, she had a scar where she fell when she was hiking with her Dad.
He increased his tempo and tucked his chin into the crook of her neck.
"Good?" He asked.
"Better." She said, curling a finger around a lock of hair.
He licked down her jaw, down to her neck, and bit and sucked at her skin with the intention of leaving a mark. Her thighs clenched around his middle as she whined. She began to sweat, his hands slipping from her hips as the bed rocked against the wall. She spread her legs a little wider, wanting to feel him more.
He popped off her neck with a loud smack. It'd be hard to hide that mark. She belonged to him and everybody would know it.
He cupped her ass, squeezed it, and brought her down to his cock once again.
"Clark-" She breathed out.
And then, he reached over with his thumb. When he brought her down again, his thumb rubbed against her clit.
"Haah…" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He hit her clit. Filled her up again. "Fffu-"
"I love the noises you make, Lois." He said.
It was okay if he got a little bit carried away, right?
"How badly did you miss me?"
She didn't respond. She smiled blissfully as her head rocked against the pillows.
Sweat dripped from his forehead. His cock throbbed with each smack of their hips. He pushed her down again, her ass smacking against his balls. Her thighs twitched and she clenched around him. He gulped a breath. She was getting close, and so was he.
But he knew it wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.
He slowed down until he came to a stop. Lois panted, Clark was still sheathed inside her, but nothing ever escaped her consciousness. His hands were still firmly gripping her so she couldn't move. Her feet dug into the blankets again.
"What are you doing?" She asked with a glare.
"Getting even." He said brightly.
"You-" She paused and her face twisted a little, whatever she was going to say completely left her mind. "...You're… gripping me pretty hard there, Smallville."
He paled and took his hands away. "Sorry."
She moaned when he let go.
He's not sure if she noticed but he definitely did… and now that explained a lot. But he still needed to make sure she was okay before they continued any further. His eyes took on that blue glow, very briefly, before Lois shoved a hand in his face.
"I'm pretty sure I'd know if you broke something." Lois always hated it when people fretted over her.
But Clark knew that he was the exception.
"C'mon, let me see." He said, gently taking her hand away, playing along.
She rolled her eyes but she couldn't hide her smile. "Fine but I'm telling you, it's just a bruise."
He scanned her. Everything was in its place.
"Okay, now turn." He smirked.
"Ugh." She sighed, but she complied and rolled over on her stomach.
His hand drifted down the soft muscles of her back and down further until he reached the bruise.
"Doesn't that hurt?" He asked, his hand barely brushing it.
"It kinda feels good actually." She said nonchalantly.
He sharply inhaled. That confirmed it. Lois would be the death of him.
"I guess I got a little tense back there."
"Well, don't stop now, Smallville." She angled her hips towards him. So eager.
His cock slipped inside her. He became lucid again with the prickling heat tingling up his skin.
"When I come I'm gonna keep going, okay?"
She giggled. "Okay."
Before he could even put his hands on her, she rolled her hips back into him. He hadn't even started moving yet. He licked his lips. How long would it be before she noticed?
He watched as the sweat dripped from her back muscles and she curved and flexed her muscles with each thrust. Her ass bounced with each smack into his hips. He doesn't know how she does it. He's been winding up the whole night, he was far too tense to touch her now. He clenched onto the blankets, biting his fist.
Heat surged through his body. Power building.
She sighed and gasped, little, quiet noises, with her cheek pressed against the pillow. She sounded all desperate and needy and, God- why did they waste so much time beating around the bush? He could hardly control himself around her and he let it accumulate and build up, all because he had a thing about her and that look on her face. She knew what she was doing, she always had the advantage.
He moaned as he shot into her, and whimpered from the force of it. He felt so weak and yet so comfortable now that he had that weight off his shoulders. He imagined that this is what being tipsy was like… sweaty, a little dazed, not tired but relaxed. This peak of euphoria. His senses dulled, little by little, like white noise in his ear, and a shot of light.
When he came to his senses, Lois was rubbing circles into his hand.
"I've never felt you come that hard before." She said, glancing over her shoulder with an equally taken apart look on her face. And absolutely smitten.
He pulled her up, still sheathed inside of her, so that she was sitting in his lap. Her walls spasmed and she shivered as his cock twitched inside of her. He nuzzled into her neck, kissing her sweaty shoulder.
Lois reached behind her and cupped his jaw as she stared at the two of them in the mirror.
Clark caught her gaze and scattered a couple more kisses down her back before meeting her lips.
"I'm not sure if you're gonna last much longer." She said, smiling against his lips.
"You don't know that." He said, nipping her lip.
She opened her mouth for him obediently. He kissed her hungrily, pushing his tongue against hers, tasting her like it was his last meal on Earth. He rocked his hips against her and she panted, drooling on him but that didn't slow his movements nor hers.
Until her thighs trembled and his hands drifted down.
"You can take more, can't you?" He asked.
"Uhuh." She nodded, distractedly as she watched his hands.
He swiped underneath her thighs and lifted her up. He watched in the mirror as he penetrated her deeper, and she gritted her teeth and threw her head back as her nails dug into his biceps.
"You got this, Ms. Lane." He said, catching her eyes in the mirror.
She huffed and she threaded her fingers through his sweaty hair.
"I'm pretty sure you're the one who's got me, Smallville."
He smiled and dragged out of her again, her golden eyes fluttering. The sun was setting and the city was quiet, but inside, the obscene sounds of the smack of their hips filled the room. Their breaths mingled as they peered in the mirror, catching glimpses of one another and wondering how the hell they got so lucky.
Her lips were plump and raw from how much he had kissed her, and still, he wanted to kiss her again. And the hickey on her neck was starting to turn purple. Lois wore it with pride. He kissed the sensitive area of her skin before licking the sweat off her back and leaving more love bites between her shoulder blades.
Goosebumps rose on her skin as she got close and she clenched around him. Her thighs threatened to close but Clark's hands didn't leave her legs.
He saw it in the mirror before he felt it. Her jaw dropped open as she focused on that heat piling through her. Her breath was shallow and then she came with a cry.
Her orgasm compounded into his own as her heat dripped down his cock and his heat flooded into her. It began to leak out of her entrance and drip between their legs. He reached down with one hand, bumping against her clit in the process, and dipped his finger into their essence.
"That was good…" He said, licking his finger clean, smiling at the taste. "That was good, Lois."
She smirked in the mirror. "Dirty boy."
"Mhm." He nuzzled into her neck and rubbed her clit again.
Her whole body shivered. "Fuck."
He put her down, using his other hand to grope her breast and tweaking her nipple between his fingers. He began to shift inside of her again and she bit her fist to hold back a whine.
"Easy," He said with a hand at her hip to keep her in place. "Just one more."
She hissed while she sunk down on his cock. Her cunt was still twitching and pulsing and still, he couldn't take his hands off her. He took her hand and replaced it with his, her mouth opening up for him and his fingers to slip inside. He began to thrust and her canines dug into his fingers. His other hand was back at her clit.
"You deserve this, Lois." He said, rubbing circles into her raw clit.
He smacked into her hips, unrelenting, as he muffled her moans and whispered praises in her ear. Her heat squeezing him from all sides as their spill leaked out of her entrance each time he drew back. It dripped down his balls and down their thighs until it was a sticky mess in the blankets.
Her brows knitted together and she clenched around his cock. His movements stuttered. The pressure compounding and his cock aching with each slap of their hips. Slowly, he came as Lois fucked herself with his cock.
She squirted onto the blankets and he took his fingers away. A line of spit dropping on her chest as he did and his cock slipping out of her.
"Wow…" He dumbly said at the sight. "That was a good one."
She panted and stared at herself in the mirror, red-faced and hot, sweaty and confident, and decided she quite liked that look. When she caught her breath, she leaned back against him and tucked her head into his neck.
"I never did that before." She whispered in his ear.
He chuckled and ran his hands down her body. "Glad we didn't do this at work?"
She squirmed, becoming all too aware of the sticky mess they were sitting in. "I mean, you could always clean me up." He bashfully looked away and she smiled, looking at herself in the mirror. "Though, I'm sure these hickies must be an HR violation."
He shook his head. "I think they look nice."
"Perry would not approve."
"Your boyfriend approves."
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm going to be wearing a turtleneck for a week."
They laughed to themselves and held each other for a while. But it was hard to ignore the gross sticky feeling between them, with their sweat and the mess they made. And when Lois moved her legs she groaned.
"You might have to carry me."
He rubbed her thighs. "At least take a second to catch your breath."
She sighed and turned around, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're gross." She said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"We could always shower together." He said, drawing lines on her back, looking at the hickies he left there in the mirror.
"And I forgot you're also a mind-reader."
"Guilty as charged."