Donutte
2nd December 2005, 01:36
A/N: Ok, here is the sister story to "Her". I hope you enjoy; and I hope things will be more understandable. I had quite a time trying to decide whether or not I wanted to post these stories as one, but decided that two first-person POV's in one story might be too confusing (although reading 3 first-person POV's in my favorite book definitely made for interesting reading). So, they are two stories. Hopefully you'll like! Feedback, any and all, good or bad, is more than welcome :)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the characters or anything else relating to "Smallville".
Warning: Illegal drug use
Part 1 - Him
***
Oh my God, fundraisers are so boring! I hate when my job assigns me to cover them. I would prefer almost anything to a fundraiser. All you do is watch people sit around and offer to give their wealth to the poor and needy. While a noble gesture, it's not very exciting. Last night was particularly boring. I can't tell you the relief I felt when it was finally over. Well, my job there was finished; I ripped off my badge that said "Chloe Sullivan - Daily Planet Reporter" and tossed it in the waste basket. However, the reporters were invited to have free drinks in the bar, and well, I'm just not rich enough to decline free drinks, now.
I went downstairs to the bar, walked up to where the bartender was standing, and ordered my favorite drink in the world: blackberry brandy, in a shot glass. He nodded gently before turning around to poor the liquid into a shot glass.
Soon, he turned back around with a smile and a shot-glass with that beautiful dark liquor. Told him to pour himself anything he wanted; to put it on my tab. He poured himself some tonic water; wimp. I realized he was working, but he could have had one shot of something. I raised my glass to his anyway, saying "Cheers!" Then I slammed down shot, and slapped a ten on the bar and ordered another.
I took my second drink with me, having decided to mingle with all the rich snobs. Yeah, that was mean, but they really were snobs! I could hear all of them talking to other people, all about the same things: their wealth, their superiority, themselves. I tried to talk to a few of them, but they virtually ignored my attempts to join the conversation. Making mental notes along the way, I made my rounds of the room.
I found myself utterly bored within ten minutes, despite the two shots. Considered going to get a third, but I wasn't particularly in the mood to get drunk. I had to do something though, before I died of boredom. Then I remembered; I was really glad I'd decided to bring my secret stash with me.
Looking around for a door that didn't lead out front, I happened across one that led into the alley. Granted, this was Metropolis at night, but I always carry pepper spray on these outings, just in case. I could handle myself though; it wasn't like downtown Metropolis wasn't foreign to me. And, well, I really needed some entertainment, so I didn't particularly care at that point either. If worse had come to worse, there was always my knee.
I pulled out my "cigarette" case out of my purse. From amongst the real cigarettes, I pulled out the special one. I must say, my connection really made this look like a cigarette. I was just about to light it, when I suddenly had the feeling I was being watched.
Thinking it may have been security, I looked first toward the door. It was there that I saw the person that must have been watching my every move. Him. Tall, thin and bald as the proverbial cue ball. Then I remembered he had been ogling me while inside. I believe I had even locked eyes with him for a moment without realizing it at the time.
Lex Luthor was watching me with a gaze so deep it was almost creepy; I was completely shocked. My self-consciousness had left me a long time ago, however. I was no longer that teenager that wouldn't go up to boys and make the first move. I provocatively lit the joint, taking a long, slow drag, then letting it out slowly.
The man was practically drooling. Enjoying watching him like that so much, I almost just let him stand there like that. I took another drag, watching him the whole time. Then I motioned for him to come over by me.
I didn't have to ask twice, as he did just as I had wanted of him. I offered him the joint, and he took a long drag off of it. Gotta love low-scent weed that's still strong. The fact that there was a slightly chilly breeze blowing away from the door didn't hurt either. I noticed his eyes get big as saucers as he took the drag, and he stared at the joint, obviously confused. He must have thought it was a cigarette! Resisting the urge to laugh, I watched as he took another drag; he obviously liked it. He gave it back to me, and I put it back in the case, my eyes never leaving his.
I gave him one last lingering look as I walked by him, re-entering the bar. He followed me back in; I just knew he would. I was feeling pretty good by that point, after the alcohol and the marijuana; so good in fact, I wanted everyone to know just how good I felt. There was no one around me, so I started dancing, all by myself. I'm almost sure people were staring, but I just really didn't care at that point; I was off the clock. It just felt so good to gyrate my hips like that. I knew one person would be watching though.
I turned to look at Lex Luthor, motioning for him to join me. I didn't know if he would or not, nor did I particularly care. I wasn't entirely surprised, however, when he did join me. I was very shocked at what a great dancer he was; that kind of dancing especially. I figured he could probably waltz like no one else, but this gyrating stuff? Never in my wildest dreams did I think he could do that so well.
Although he was a good dancer, however, he did seem kinda, well, stiff. Like he wasn't very comfortable. Personally, I didn't care about dancing in the bar, but he seemed to care a lot, and it showed. So, I decided perhaps we should go somewhere else; maybe do something else that was fun too. Trying to think of what we could do and where we could go with a hazy mind was not a bit easy, but soon, a thought popped into my mind. With a wicked grin, I grabbed his hand and led him out the door; was he gonna be surprised.
***
We walked down the street at a steady pace. The park was about a mile away; it was a little cold out, but walking a mile would kill us. I faced him as I walked backwards at first, looking him in the eye, attempting to silently convey my intentions. He just had this dumb grin on his face; typical guy, even if he was a Luthor. Oh my God, though, those gorgeous blue eyes staring at me as I walked backwards almost caused me to trip. I decided perhaps I should face forward at that point, as I would have been very embarrassed if I had tripped.
We got to the park in about five minutes; well, it felt like five minutes. I think maybe I was going too fast for him, as he was a little breathless. Little did he know that before I was done with him, he'd be breathing a lot heavier. It was nights like this that made me glad that I didn't wear underwear anymore, and that I suffered through stockings instead of pantyhose; definitely worth it. I was going to fuck Lex Luthor, and he was going to have a night that he'd never forget.
I led him toward the benches that I often sat at during the day, feeding the ducks that swam in the pond. I knew that park like the back of my hand, and that was the most secluded part at this time of the night. I sat him down on the bench, and must have shocked him as his eyes got very wide when I straddled him. Ok, note to self: benches are not good to straddle on. Too damn hard!
Luthor looked like he was about to say something, but before he had the chance, I covered his mouth with mine, delving my tongue into its warm, moist depths. I think I shocked him, because he whimpered slightly in my mouth. God, what a turn on; that and the fact I had him trapped on the bench. He was under my control, and I could feel my arousal flowing at the mere thought of it. As I kissed him, I felt him grab my breast, causing me to jerk slightly at the wonderful feelings it caused. Suddenly, he pulled away from me, breathing very hard. His pelvis jerked upward slightly, hitting my sensitive and swollen clit. It was then that I realized that it was the time to make my move.
Rubbing my hands down the length of his body, my hands were soon at his zipper, quickly making short work of the barrier between his cock and my demanding pussy. I heard him moan as I did so, and I felt his hardness beneath my moving hands; at least that answered my question of whether I'd sufficiently turned him on or not. I felt his underwear; he wore purple silk boxers, that were so very smooth. I was tempted to rub his cock over the boxers, but decided to just get on with it.
I watched his eyes as I pulled a condom out of my bra. I'm always prepared, buster; I can't trust a guy to always carry. I pulled his boxers down over his stiffness, hearing him gasp as I did so. I almost gasped myself as I saw the size of it; began to wonder if the condom would be big enough, and it was for big guys too! I ripped the condom open with my teeth, watching him suck in a breath as I did so. God, he was so hot; that bald head glistening with sweat in such a sexy way. I managed to roll the condom on with shaky hands; it fit, but barely. Hearing him moan as I performed that task was almost more than I could take.
I positioned myself over him and lowered myself. Reveled in the shocked look on his face as the realization that I had no underwear on hit him. I pumped myself on his cock slowly, hearing him moan and gasp in utter pleasure. I held my pleasure in, only allowing myself to know it was there. The tip of his cock was angled upward in perfection, hitting my G-spot every time I lowered myself. It was all I could do to not go faster; I wanted to torture him, to let him know who was in control here.
Soon, I could feel his hardness twitching in my vessel. That was enough to almost send me over the edge, as I started going up and down faster and faster, grunting as he hit that sweet spot harder and harder each time. Suddenly, I was coming. I saw stars. My vessel was shuddering with the spasms of my orgasm; I'd never had an orgasm that felt so good before. Apparently, my spasms set off his climax, as I felt him contracting inside of me, even with the condom. It was all I could do to not let myself just fall in him in blissful peace.
***
To be continued...
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the characters or anything else relating to "Smallville".
Warning: Illegal drug use
Part 1 - Him
***
Oh my God, fundraisers are so boring! I hate when my job assigns me to cover them. I would prefer almost anything to a fundraiser. All you do is watch people sit around and offer to give their wealth to the poor and needy. While a noble gesture, it's not very exciting. Last night was particularly boring. I can't tell you the relief I felt when it was finally over. Well, my job there was finished; I ripped off my badge that said "Chloe Sullivan - Daily Planet Reporter" and tossed it in the waste basket. However, the reporters were invited to have free drinks in the bar, and well, I'm just not rich enough to decline free drinks, now.
I went downstairs to the bar, walked up to where the bartender was standing, and ordered my favorite drink in the world: blackberry brandy, in a shot glass. He nodded gently before turning around to poor the liquid into a shot glass.
Soon, he turned back around with a smile and a shot-glass with that beautiful dark liquor. Told him to pour himself anything he wanted; to put it on my tab. He poured himself some tonic water; wimp. I realized he was working, but he could have had one shot of something. I raised my glass to his anyway, saying "Cheers!" Then I slammed down shot, and slapped a ten on the bar and ordered another.
I took my second drink with me, having decided to mingle with all the rich snobs. Yeah, that was mean, but they really were snobs! I could hear all of them talking to other people, all about the same things: their wealth, their superiority, themselves. I tried to talk to a few of them, but they virtually ignored my attempts to join the conversation. Making mental notes along the way, I made my rounds of the room.
I found myself utterly bored within ten minutes, despite the two shots. Considered going to get a third, but I wasn't particularly in the mood to get drunk. I had to do something though, before I died of boredom. Then I remembered; I was really glad I'd decided to bring my secret stash with me.
Looking around for a door that didn't lead out front, I happened across one that led into the alley. Granted, this was Metropolis at night, but I always carry pepper spray on these outings, just in case. I could handle myself though; it wasn't like downtown Metropolis wasn't foreign to me. And, well, I really needed some entertainment, so I didn't particularly care at that point either. If worse had come to worse, there was always my knee.
I pulled out my "cigarette" case out of my purse. From amongst the real cigarettes, I pulled out the special one. I must say, my connection really made this look like a cigarette. I was just about to light it, when I suddenly had the feeling I was being watched.
Thinking it may have been security, I looked first toward the door. It was there that I saw the person that must have been watching my every move. Him. Tall, thin and bald as the proverbial cue ball. Then I remembered he had been ogling me while inside. I believe I had even locked eyes with him for a moment without realizing it at the time.
Lex Luthor was watching me with a gaze so deep it was almost creepy; I was completely shocked. My self-consciousness had left me a long time ago, however. I was no longer that teenager that wouldn't go up to boys and make the first move. I provocatively lit the joint, taking a long, slow drag, then letting it out slowly.
The man was practically drooling. Enjoying watching him like that so much, I almost just let him stand there like that. I took another drag, watching him the whole time. Then I motioned for him to come over by me.
I didn't have to ask twice, as he did just as I had wanted of him. I offered him the joint, and he took a long drag off of it. Gotta love low-scent weed that's still strong. The fact that there was a slightly chilly breeze blowing away from the door didn't hurt either. I noticed his eyes get big as saucers as he took the drag, and he stared at the joint, obviously confused. He must have thought it was a cigarette! Resisting the urge to laugh, I watched as he took another drag; he obviously liked it. He gave it back to me, and I put it back in the case, my eyes never leaving his.
I gave him one last lingering look as I walked by him, re-entering the bar. He followed me back in; I just knew he would. I was feeling pretty good by that point, after the alcohol and the marijuana; so good in fact, I wanted everyone to know just how good I felt. There was no one around me, so I started dancing, all by myself. I'm almost sure people were staring, but I just really didn't care at that point; I was off the clock. It just felt so good to gyrate my hips like that. I knew one person would be watching though.
I turned to look at Lex Luthor, motioning for him to join me. I didn't know if he would or not, nor did I particularly care. I wasn't entirely surprised, however, when he did join me. I was very shocked at what a great dancer he was; that kind of dancing especially. I figured he could probably waltz like no one else, but this gyrating stuff? Never in my wildest dreams did I think he could do that so well.
Although he was a good dancer, however, he did seem kinda, well, stiff. Like he wasn't very comfortable. Personally, I didn't care about dancing in the bar, but he seemed to care a lot, and it showed. So, I decided perhaps we should go somewhere else; maybe do something else that was fun too. Trying to think of what we could do and where we could go with a hazy mind was not a bit easy, but soon, a thought popped into my mind. With a wicked grin, I grabbed his hand and led him out the door; was he gonna be surprised.
***
We walked down the street at a steady pace. The park was about a mile away; it was a little cold out, but walking a mile would kill us. I faced him as I walked backwards at first, looking him in the eye, attempting to silently convey my intentions. He just had this dumb grin on his face; typical guy, even if he was a Luthor. Oh my God, though, those gorgeous blue eyes staring at me as I walked backwards almost caused me to trip. I decided perhaps I should face forward at that point, as I would have been very embarrassed if I had tripped.
We got to the park in about five minutes; well, it felt like five minutes. I think maybe I was going too fast for him, as he was a little breathless. Little did he know that before I was done with him, he'd be breathing a lot heavier. It was nights like this that made me glad that I didn't wear underwear anymore, and that I suffered through stockings instead of pantyhose; definitely worth it. I was going to fuck Lex Luthor, and he was going to have a night that he'd never forget.
I led him toward the benches that I often sat at during the day, feeding the ducks that swam in the pond. I knew that park like the back of my hand, and that was the most secluded part at this time of the night. I sat him down on the bench, and must have shocked him as his eyes got very wide when I straddled him. Ok, note to self: benches are not good to straddle on. Too damn hard!
Luthor looked like he was about to say something, but before he had the chance, I covered his mouth with mine, delving my tongue into its warm, moist depths. I think I shocked him, because he whimpered slightly in my mouth. God, what a turn on; that and the fact I had him trapped on the bench. He was under my control, and I could feel my arousal flowing at the mere thought of it. As I kissed him, I felt him grab my breast, causing me to jerk slightly at the wonderful feelings it caused. Suddenly, he pulled away from me, breathing very hard. His pelvis jerked upward slightly, hitting my sensitive and swollen clit. It was then that I realized that it was the time to make my move.
Rubbing my hands down the length of his body, my hands were soon at his zipper, quickly making short work of the barrier between his cock and my demanding pussy. I heard him moan as I did so, and I felt his hardness beneath my moving hands; at least that answered my question of whether I'd sufficiently turned him on or not. I felt his underwear; he wore purple silk boxers, that were so very smooth. I was tempted to rub his cock over the boxers, but decided to just get on with it.
I watched his eyes as I pulled a condom out of my bra. I'm always prepared, buster; I can't trust a guy to always carry. I pulled his boxers down over his stiffness, hearing him gasp as I did so. I almost gasped myself as I saw the size of it; began to wonder if the condom would be big enough, and it was for big guys too! I ripped the condom open with my teeth, watching him suck in a breath as I did so. God, he was so hot; that bald head glistening with sweat in such a sexy way. I managed to roll the condom on with shaky hands; it fit, but barely. Hearing him moan as I performed that task was almost more than I could take.
I positioned myself over him and lowered myself. Reveled in the shocked look on his face as the realization that I had no underwear on hit him. I pumped myself on his cock slowly, hearing him moan and gasp in utter pleasure. I held my pleasure in, only allowing myself to know it was there. The tip of his cock was angled upward in perfection, hitting my G-spot every time I lowered myself. It was all I could do to not go faster; I wanted to torture him, to let him know who was in control here.
Soon, I could feel his hardness twitching in my vessel. That was enough to almost send me over the edge, as I started going up and down faster and faster, grunting as he hit that sweet spot harder and harder each time. Suddenly, I was coming. I saw stars. My vessel was shuddering with the spasms of my orgasm; I'd never had an orgasm that felt so good before. Apparently, my spasms set off his climax, as I felt him contracting inside of me, even with the condom. It was all I could do to not let myself just fall in him in blissful peace.
***
To be continued...