kitten
26th February 2008, 07:08
Earning His Inches
NC-17
Complete
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or the characters, or Bessie the cow. I don't own orange soda, pineapple on pizza or orange-pineapple ice cream.
Distribution: I have posted these stories and have control of them on this site. I don't want them to be posted anywhere else unless I'm the one posting them. Please take down my stories if you have them posted on another archive site. I understand I can't stop you from doing this but I hope by asking politely you'll respect my work and my wishes. If anyone has more comfort and convenience saving the text of a story to their own computer, I have no problem with that.
A/N: I wrote this for a livejournal porn battle in January. (Multi-fandom and worth looking at if you're a light-hearted perv like me: http://battle.oxoniensis.org/) That is the reason why it is (a) short to fit the lj posting limit, and (b) devoid of context except for the small amount of smutty context there is. skauble beta-ed, for that is what she does, and there was a supplied prompt of byline.
Earning His Inches
Her dreams ran in inches down columns of newsprint smeared with handling. To her pristine pages of a newspaper were like starched sheets – still waiting for the good part. Chloe Sullivan wanted to be a great journalist, though she would have been red-faced to admit it aloud. She wanted to be read, trusted, respected and known. She wanted credibility and the unique thrill of telling secrets to one and all.
She also had a personal life and the urge for some privacy. That urge was one of many as she bent over the foot of her bed and opened her legs. “Favourite cereal,” her lover growled into her ear.
She had a file on him and he was just learning her. His cock played along her pussy for a second before she answered. “Wheaties with strawberries.”
He dipped in with the blunt finesse his name seemed to embody. Lex was softer, milder, more vulnerable and young. It had a tinge of sinful attraction. Luthor was a high stone wall with every stone too sharp to touch or an ocean so deep and icy its waves felt like cuts. The initial parting of her sticky flesh around him was alarming, and her hands lifted off the mattress. Her arched back tried to push him off her.
“No,” he said, and ran his hands down her shaking arms to put her palms where he wanted them. There was no time for repositioning. “We both want this, don't we? What's your favourite book?”
She was processing the idea of his cock inside her as a sensation that hit her nipples, lips, neck, palms and clit. He was barely present yet. It made her want to call a halt and write down everything. It made her want to plead unreadiness. It made her want to beg to be filled up as roughly as she could survive. Her tongue gave the answer he demanded. “Jane Eyre.”
Lex petted her sides and held her steady as he advanced another inch. Despite her wetness she felt him drag painfully and a pressure she didn't know how to talk around. He had come up against her wall, but it was only tender flesh designed to be broken. She was a virgin and he had cobbled together a game to keep her from panicking. She earned an inch of him for every bit of herself she told him. He sighed, and her hips squirmed in reaction he thought was mixed. Chloe's ribs expanded as she took a deep breath and he found himself echoing it until she exhaled. He was going to have to give her a question worth at least a few inches or her body was going to push him back. From the tightness of her pussy he was going to have to tear her and he preferred to hurt her only once.
“Who hurt you the most in your life?”
She whispered, but it was worth a lot she had answered at all.
“My mom.”
“Keep breathing,” he said, his hand cupping her belly gently. Lex rubbed the top of her shoulder, up her neck. He brushed her hair to one side and kissed very softly. She wasn't distracted. Her mind threw out words like bleed, hurt, fall, dizzy, hot, trapped, raw. Then he gave a forceful, short thrust and her mind blanked as sharp aching moved through her.
Chloe's grinding moan stopped him, her muscles twitching. She was throbbing in rhythm with her heartbeat, and he put his hands over her breasts to gently massage. Her head hung down, worrying him. “Chloe?” She nodded slowly, and Lex stroked her belly. The ache was easing, washing away with heartbeats of patient regard. “What's your favourite kind of soda?”
“Orange.”
Lex slid further, and paused. “Favourite pizza topping?”
“Pineapple.” Another inch conquered, and his hands came up to cup her hips. Chloe widened her stance.
“Favourite fruit?” He sensed her smile.
“Pineapple.”
The next inch felt tight again, and he gave her the last question gently, letting her know it was almost over. “Favourite ice cream?”
Her body jolted and Chloe laughed. “Orange pineapple,” she told him.
He chuckled and sank to the bottom of her, feeling the dampness on his balls. “Good.”
In a rare display of patience, she followed his rhythm, panting as she moved. The occasional wince was rewarded by an astounding burst of pleasure and his hands squeezing her.
His come ran down the column of her thighs trembling like paper, smearing as she moved with Lex. He pushed her to her knees on the bed and she stifled a moan. He was better than a byline, she told him, and he understood, laughing.
NC-17
Complete
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or the characters, or Bessie the cow. I don't own orange soda, pineapple on pizza or orange-pineapple ice cream.
Distribution: I have posted these stories and have control of them on this site. I don't want them to be posted anywhere else unless I'm the one posting them. Please take down my stories if you have them posted on another archive site. I understand I can't stop you from doing this but I hope by asking politely you'll respect my work and my wishes. If anyone has more comfort and convenience saving the text of a story to their own computer, I have no problem with that.
A/N: I wrote this for a livejournal porn battle in January. (Multi-fandom and worth looking at if you're a light-hearted perv like me: http://battle.oxoniensis.org/) That is the reason why it is (a) short to fit the lj posting limit, and (b) devoid of context except for the small amount of smutty context there is. skauble beta-ed, for that is what she does, and there was a supplied prompt of byline.
Earning His Inches
Her dreams ran in inches down columns of newsprint smeared with handling. To her pristine pages of a newspaper were like starched sheets – still waiting for the good part. Chloe Sullivan wanted to be a great journalist, though she would have been red-faced to admit it aloud. She wanted to be read, trusted, respected and known. She wanted credibility and the unique thrill of telling secrets to one and all.
She also had a personal life and the urge for some privacy. That urge was one of many as she bent over the foot of her bed and opened her legs. “Favourite cereal,” her lover growled into her ear.
She had a file on him and he was just learning her. His cock played along her pussy for a second before she answered. “Wheaties with strawberries.”
He dipped in with the blunt finesse his name seemed to embody. Lex was softer, milder, more vulnerable and young. It had a tinge of sinful attraction. Luthor was a high stone wall with every stone too sharp to touch or an ocean so deep and icy its waves felt like cuts. The initial parting of her sticky flesh around him was alarming, and her hands lifted off the mattress. Her arched back tried to push him off her.
“No,” he said, and ran his hands down her shaking arms to put her palms where he wanted them. There was no time for repositioning. “We both want this, don't we? What's your favourite book?”
She was processing the idea of his cock inside her as a sensation that hit her nipples, lips, neck, palms and clit. He was barely present yet. It made her want to call a halt and write down everything. It made her want to plead unreadiness. It made her want to beg to be filled up as roughly as she could survive. Her tongue gave the answer he demanded. “Jane Eyre.”
Lex petted her sides and held her steady as he advanced another inch. Despite her wetness she felt him drag painfully and a pressure she didn't know how to talk around. He had come up against her wall, but it was only tender flesh designed to be broken. She was a virgin and he had cobbled together a game to keep her from panicking. She earned an inch of him for every bit of herself she told him. He sighed, and her hips squirmed in reaction he thought was mixed. Chloe's ribs expanded as she took a deep breath and he found himself echoing it until she exhaled. He was going to have to give her a question worth at least a few inches or her body was going to push him back. From the tightness of her pussy he was going to have to tear her and he preferred to hurt her only once.
“Who hurt you the most in your life?”
She whispered, but it was worth a lot she had answered at all.
“My mom.”
“Keep breathing,” he said, his hand cupping her belly gently. Lex rubbed the top of her shoulder, up her neck. He brushed her hair to one side and kissed very softly. She wasn't distracted. Her mind threw out words like bleed, hurt, fall, dizzy, hot, trapped, raw. Then he gave a forceful, short thrust and her mind blanked as sharp aching moved through her.
Chloe's grinding moan stopped him, her muscles twitching. She was throbbing in rhythm with her heartbeat, and he put his hands over her breasts to gently massage. Her head hung down, worrying him. “Chloe?” She nodded slowly, and Lex stroked her belly. The ache was easing, washing away with heartbeats of patient regard. “What's your favourite kind of soda?”
“Orange.”
Lex slid further, and paused. “Favourite pizza topping?”
“Pineapple.” Another inch conquered, and his hands came up to cup her hips. Chloe widened her stance.
“Favourite fruit?” He sensed her smile.
“Pineapple.”
The next inch felt tight again, and he gave her the last question gently, letting her know it was almost over. “Favourite ice cream?”
Her body jolted and Chloe laughed. “Orange pineapple,” she told him.
He chuckled and sank to the bottom of her, feeling the dampness on his balls. “Good.”
In a rare display of patience, she followed his rhythm, panting as she moved. The occasional wince was rewarded by an astounding burst of pleasure and his hands squeezing her.
His come ran down the column of her thighs trembling like paper, smearing as she moved with Lex. He pushed her to her knees on the bed and she stifled a moan. He was better than a byline, she told him, and he understood, laughing.