Heaven is a Place on Earth (R) (3/?)
Yasmine32068
Chloe POV:
Lex was strangely quiet during the three hour ride to Metropolis. I shifted a little in my seat and studied his profile. I had been chattering nonstop since we left the mansion and he has only replied with short sentences and a few grunts. I felt like I was going to explode if he didn’t give me a real conversation soon.
“Oral sex,” came out of my mouth. I could feel myself cringe slightly as he glanced at me sharply.
“Excuse me,” he asked. I watched with interest as his eyes flickered to my mouth, breasts, and down lower. The devil in me made me reached for my hand bag for a Blow Pop.
“Sorry, I was just seeing if you were paying attention,” I told him in a prim voice as I unwrap the candy.
The scent of wild apples filled the confined space of the car. I glanced out the window and could see his faint reflection laminated by his dashboard lights. He glanced at me in time to see me wet my lips slightly with my tongue as I slide the candy slowly into my mouth. I slide that sucker slowly in and out of my mouth a few times before releasing it with a soft wet pop.
“You never answered my question,” I glanced at him in time to see his head snap around to focus on the road.
“What question,” he asked with a slight frown. I licked the sweetness off my lips as I watched the line of his jaw clench.
“What have you and Clark found out,” I asked as I slipped the candy past my lips again and slowly rotated the stick.
He shifted slightly in his seat as he glanced at me. He cleared his throat and told me about their theory being traced back to my articles about the good doctor from Sommerholt. He shifts a little more in his seat.
“Are you going to eat that or play with it,” he snaps. I swallow my grin and glance at him with innocent eyes.
“There is a fine art to eating a Blow Pop, Lex,” I tell him.
“To eating a what,” he glances at me clearly startled for a second and then snaps his eyes back to the road. I give a small laugh.
“A Blow Pop, Lex. Haven’t you ever heard of a Blow Pop,“ I ask him. He swallows hard and glances at my mouth watching the sucker slipping in and out slowly.
“They are the cream of the crop when it comes to suckers. All sweet and sour hard candy on the outside and juicy flavorful gum on the inside they’re definitely my favorite,” I watch with interest as a fine sheen of sweat breaks out across his forehead.
“I personally enjoy the rough texture of a fresh one and how the glide of my tongue smoothes out the rough edges. I like to rotate it in my mouth and keep an even consistency all the way around,” there are definitely advantages in being a writer as I knowingly torture him with my soft words.
“Sometimes if I find one side has lost a little too much hard candy then I have to work the other side more,” I wickedly slide it back into my mouth and innocently give it an audible suck. Lex reaches over and cracks his window letting in a chilly breeze.
“Do you want to taste it,” I ask as I hold my candy out to him. The molten desire in his eyes is enough to warm me. His eyes flicker to the light green candy and he actually reaches for it. There is an audible crunch as he bit what was left off the stick and hands it back to me. I could feel my eyes widen as I stare at my empty stick.
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His apartment was nothing like I expected. It was very cold and very formal. It was also totally bare of any personal touches. The cream colored carpet was about the only thing that gave it a spark of warmth as I shivered in its neutral colored opulence. He gave me a guided tour of the place but I got a very strong impression that he didn’t spend a lot of time here.
“What do you think,” he asked me as he showed me to my room. Oh boy, couldn’t he have asked me about Bush’s war on terrorism? It would have been easier for me to answer.
“Do you really want to know,” I ask as I stare down at the glittering lights of the city and glanced back at him. He was casually leaning against the door frame of my room.
“Yes, I am a little curious,” he admitted with a smirk.
“Okay,” I hesitate then take a deep breath. “I hate it. I mean it’s very elegant and I am sure that Architects Digests loves it and all but…” I glance at him out of the corner of my eye to see he is pondering what I was saying. His sharp gaze finds mine.
“But what,” his tone is curious rather then annoyed.
“It isn’t you. There is no fire, no passion, and no personality. It feels more like your father then you,” I finish quietly. He gazes at the floor for a moment and then his eyes sweeps the room before settling on me.
“It’s funny that you should say that. This apartment was a birthday present from him several years ago,” he reached out to take the door knob in his hand. “It’s late and you need to get some rest.
Lex POV:
I am doing my damnedest to keep my mind off her ivory colored panties or the way that her firm slender legs looked when they were propped up on the rail in the study. She was killing me with the light scent of her perfume that keep distracting me as I tried to focus on anything else besides her. I was aware of every movement that she made.
When she mentioned oral sex my imagination ran away from me. I wondered what she would look like spread out beneath me gripped in the throes of her passion. I could almost taste her on my tongue. Her beautiful face flushed with passion. It took every ounce of control the keep my eyes on the road.
Then when she pulled out that sucker I knew that I was in trouble. I had never wanted to be a piece of candy so bad in my life. To watch those full lips caressing that candy was more then enough to make me squirm in my seat. The sounds of her occasional slurps and the faint pop it made when she pulled the candy from her wet mouth was enough to make me sweat. When she described the fine art of eating one I thought I was going to burst in my pants.
My mantra for the rest of the ride was that I was a Luthor and we didn’t give in to our baser needs but when she told me what she thought of the apartment gave me a moment of pause. In spite of my control I felt like she had seen right into my soul. She knew about my passions, my fire, and she knew me. My biggest problem over the next couple of days is going to bed keeping my hands to myself.
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