Penetrating Interview
NC-17
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A/N: This is a little PWP that got away from me when Lex demanded some emotional depth. If the relationship stuff bores you, blame him. I tried to convince him it's all about the physical but it seems he's in love.
A nervous Chloe is prepping for an interview with Bruce Wayne and Lex blows her off instead of helping. When he gets home he finds an angry reporter and has to appease her with “every ounce of his professionalism as an interview subject, and a little more effort than none.” He obliges.
Penetrating Interview
There was a blond whirlwind sweeping into the kitchen, pouring coffee into her oversize travel mug, pulling a knife from the butcher block with a metallic sound. She sawed through a bagel rather clumsily, humming pleasantly over a mouthful of her drink. One of her socks was on her foot, the other pushed into her back pocket. The tank top she was wearing was only her first layer and the shirt she would wear over it was draped across her backpack lying open on the side of the table Lex Luthor wasn't using for his own breakfast. She adjusted the toaster setting and dropped the bagel halves in. Her left hand held the coffee near her face as she opened his fridge and hunted for cream cheese with her free hand. Her bagel sprang up and she snatched it, dropping it quickly onto a plate he'd left out for her. Blowing on her fingers, she slathered cream cheese and put it back in the fridge. It was the extent of her cooking ability.
Chloe sat across from him, chewing vigorously, and he flashed a smile at her. She was half dressed, half packed up to leave and would not part with her ridiculously large coffee to complete a task. The morning chaos made him feel livelier. He preferred a more sedate, organized start but she entertained him flying around wildly. Everything seemed to hinge on just the right sequence of random events that varied so much he knew she was only fumbling. Chloe was never late, and he was sure some deal with supernatural forces was the only explanation.
Her face was pointed at her notebook and he continued turning pages of the paper while watching her. She flipped pages busily, one hand firmly closed around her coffee.
“Lex,”she said suddenly, her tone revelatory as she looked at him strangely.
“If you just remembered my name I'd rather not know,” he said sardonically, arching an eyebrow. The Eyebrow, she called it, a name of it's own. “Because if you can forget my name after last night I have no reason to live.”
She smiled and stuck out her tongue, wrinkling her nose at his mock threat. Last night they had fucked in some kind of sideways position she'd discovered was well worth losing her freedom of movement to sore muscles.
“Don't give me The Eyebrow of Death, I know your name. It just occurred to me you knew Bruce Wayne.”
A number of his teen years were a prolonged hangover, but he had gone to the same boarding school at one point with the Gotham magnate. Chloe probably knew more about Wayne through research than he had real world knowledge of the man. She probably knew more about those lost, pathetic years of Lex's own life than he did.
“In passing. I never had a problem with him. With a population of rich, young assholes he was one of the better ones,” he supplied mildly.
She knew Lex had been one of the better ones, too, victimized more than asshole. She didn't want to dredge up any unpleasant memories for him. Reassuring him he was a good person was something he craved but he felt self-conscious about that. Chloe smiled at him instead, touching the now-relaxed eyebrow.
“I'm doing a personal profile on him. My father requested the interview when he started working at Wayne Enterprises. I laughed it off and thought nothing would come of it, but he called to schedule an interview while he's in town next week.”
Lex's hackles rose slightly. Chloe was just Bruce's type. Gabe Sullivan would have described her and displayed a picture of his only daughter in his office. She was known for her associations with the Luthor family and intriguing in her own right. For her it was business, another interview she could submit while looking for a summer job at the Daily Planet. Bruce might be thinking of extending the interview to bed.
“Good, that should be good,” he said, fastening his eyes on the newspaper as he moved away from her touch. The one thing his girlfriend didn't like to hear was suspicion, even if it wasn't directed at her. “Bruce is a good subject and I'm sure he'll give you good material.”
He had said 'good' four times in two sentences. When Lex said things were good it was the same as when she said she was 'fine.' The more times she said it the less she meant it. He had finished the main sections of the paper but he was pretending to read now, grumpy over something.
She took her rejected hand down and grabbed the bagel, biting it savagely. She had moods but Lex was moody. It was frustrating never knowing what would set off this silent unease and she decided to push ahead regardless. “Can I ask you some of these questions, Lex? I have the ones I've decided to ask Bruce Wayne and I need to know they're not stupid.”
He glanced up with cool eyes. “I'm sure they're good questions.”
'Good' again. She had pissed him off and there was no time to fix it. She had her commute timed to the second and had to leave in eight minutes. “They're good general questions but I've never done a personal interview with someone like him before. You have similar backgrounds and you're on relatively the same level of society. If you let me practice the interview with you I could avoid any pitfalls,” she reasoned.
Actually, he thought sourly, Bruce Wayne was a good deal more respectable than he was. He wasn't going to tell her that if she was overestimating his stature. The slutty asshole could make hell a charming prospect and he managed to keep his negative press down to a whisper of absurd nightly outings to fight crime. He didn't need any help seducing Chloe.
He folded the newspaper and stood up, looking down at his disappointed girlfriend with suppressed guilt. It wasn't her fault and he knew he was confusing her with his attitude. Supporting her career was usually a pleasure. He just couldn't be happy about this particular accomplishment.
“I have to get to work. I don't think I'll have time,” Lex told her. “I'll see you later.”
He didn't wait for her to respond, walking out of the kitchen, grabbing his briefcase and coat on the way out. He was busy thinking of threats to keep Wayne in line and how to keep both Sullivans from knowing any threats had been made.
Lex Luthor found he was rather smug as he unlocked the door into the penthouse. He had ended a good day at work and made some more millions. He was respected, feared and loathed in equal measures that passed for his status quo and he was going home to a lusty co-ed who challenged and loved him. Technically he was going home and she happened to be there, but Chloe usually was there in the evenings. She only slept at her dorm to placate her father or to be near the library during exams.
He dropped his briefcase in the office and loosened his tie as he continued down the hall. There was a living room facing the harbour where she liked to read. He'd figured out a solution to the Bruce Wayne issue and implemented it before lunch. He and Chloe were free to enjoy their time together.
She was propped on a sofa, a paperback copy of Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man settled on her bent knees. Her green eyes turned to his for a moment and she smiled tightly. “Hi.”
“Hi. How was your day,” he asked. Her knees unfolded when he moved to sit and there was suddenly no room. Lex was getting the feeling he might be in trouble.
“Fine.”
She didn't elaborate and he knew he was in trouble. 'Fine' was code for 'you have screwed up badly,' and she wasn't giving any hints today. “And how is your opinion of me?”
Chloe sighed. Walking out wasn't acceptable if they were trying to have a relationship. If she was mad she told him why, or she did her best to ignore the feeling. She didn't get huffy and pretend nothing happened when she next saw Lex.
“Meh,” she pronounced crisply.
Ouch. He didn't want her around to have a fan and he valued her honesty too much to want only her good opinions. Indifference was another story. It made his stomach flip.
“Do you still love me a little bit,” he asked half-seriously. “A tiny amount, buried deep under the surface, being guarded by mole people in the center of the Earth?”
Chloe held up her thumb and forefinger with a sliver of space between them. “That much, and it's guarded by dragons. Mole people are stupid and they don't exist.”
The modicum of humour made him brave and he grasped her hand lightly to kiss the back. “Mmm, and dragons are widely available. I can work with that. I'm sorry I was rude. I didn't like the idea of you interviewing Bruce Wayne. I've thought about it and it's not my place, so I'll shut up. Right now.”
He did and she rolled her eyes. He was missing the point though the sincere apology was nice. Power struggles were rarer for them the longer they were together. Lex compromised with her more now but his ability to share what was going on in his head hadn't improved.
“Why did you get upset?”
“Can we lump it into my poor little rich boy issues and leave it alone,” he asked. “It's nothing you did wrong, just the reaction I had. I take full responsibility.”
Her mouth opened and shut as she decided not to give the snarky reply that initially came to mind. Chloe put down the book and bent her legs so he could sit. “You don't have to take full responsibility,” she said shyly. “I want my share but when I hurt your feelings you won't admit it, so I sometimes can't avoid hurting you the same way again. You just walked out. If this wasn't your place I'd be wondering if you were coming back.”
Lex hadn't meant to be so dramatic. He sat near her and hugged her legs, his face leaned on her jeans.
“That's your hang up,” he told her gently, because it was the truth.
“I know it is.” She paused. “I really was asking for your help and you practically ignored me. I don't understand. Do you think Bruce Wayne is dangerous? Do you think I'd be blond enough to fall for a line? He's dated mostly blonds, and some reporters. Vickie Vale's career isn't doing much these days. I will take my knocks for being with you - only you. I've renounced the billionaire playboy.”
Her hands settled on his and Lex twined their fingers. He rocked forward and kissed her, closing his eyes to savour it. Her lips opened readily, tasting like peaches and her smiles. Their tongues slid smoothly as he tilted his head, pushing closer. Chloe made a noise of protest and he gave her space.
“I don't like being compared to him, especially by you, so I was a little offended. You didn't do anything wrong.”
She smiled. “Thank you. Do you know that's the first kiss I've had all day? You've neglected me.”
He studied her and nodded seriously, as if there was something in her beautiful features that showed it. “I can see that. You've been walking around unkissed all day. What can I do to make it up to you,” he offered.
You didn't stay Lex Luthor's girlfriend without being slightly manipulative. She sprang her trap in a timid voice, her lips parted seductively.
“Let my practice my interview on you?”
The Eyebrow arched as he nodded. He had hoped for an instruction to throw down and ravish his favourite reporter, but he could work with this. “Alright. Go get the notes, I'll wait here.”
Chloe popped off the sofa and shook her head. “I want every ounce of your professionalism as an interview subject, and a little more effort than none,” she told him. “We'll talk in your office and I'll wear what I'm thinking of wearing to the real interview. Give me ten minutes.”
Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Lex frowned. He didn't want interruptions in his time with Chloe. The world could bother him from nine to five and quite often later than that, but once he was off work he wanted it to leave him alone. He switched on the security monitor and found the person standing at his door was a formal Chloe Sullivan in a skirt and blouse. She had her purse, but apparently not her keys.
He went to the door and opened it, looking at her appreciatively. She had toned down the colours of her wardrobe, given up the ridiculous layering that hid her waist and breasts and started buying business wear. The plain blouse and black skirt made her a little more mature and he liked that the high heels made her that much closer to be kissed. Three buttons were open at her neck, giving a generous view of cleavage. The lack of adornments and jewelry didn't bother him at all.
“Did you forget your key?”
“I wasn't given a key, Mr. Luthor. I'm Chloe Sullivan. We scheduled an interview for today.”
Her face stayed neutral as mischief flickered in her eyes. This definitely counts as role-playing, Lex thought.
“Of course. Please come in, Miss Sullivan. My apologies. I'd mistaken you for my girlfriend – there's something of a resemblance. We can talk in my office.”
They shook hands and he left the object he'd been holding in hers. She looked down at it and flushed bright red. The polished jade was cool on her skin, triggering a number of very intimate memories as she trailed behind Lex. He motioned her into the room first and she forgot all the beginning patter she planned. Already the professional atmosphere was falling apart and she couldn't be angry at him. It wasn't his fault she was incurably horny. Lex wasn't putting much effort into a cure, but neither was she embracing self control.
He sat down and grabbed her hand, pulling her into his lap. Chloe resisted rubbing her hips on him.
“You should be in your chair,” she said desperately. Behind the desk and out of reach so she could hang on to her lust for a few minutes more. She distracted herself by opening her purse and taking out her notebook. She put the jade ring into a pocket and zipped it closed.
“I should really be in you, but I'll settle for your chair for the moment,” Lex growled on her neck.
Putting her hair up had been a mistake. The more skin he had to work with the closer to being screwed she felt. He flipped another button open and pulled the collar down to lick the base of her neck. She couldn't help but notice his tongue felt exceptionally long and talented today.
His hands cupped her breasts as he made tiny circles of his palms on her nipples. The partially open shirt drifted off to the side and she shivered. Her foot lifted up and the shoe fell off. Warm bare toes curled around his ankle and slid up his leg, pushing the pant leg higher. Her notebook landed on the floor and she moaned in frustration. There was no way she could stand up, bend over in Lex's face and pick it up without giving him an unnecessary display of his effect on her weak knees. He could take advantage of her position. For that matter he'd invented several positions to put her in while he took advantage and she knew he'd do it again. He leaned forward, hands stilling.
“Let me get that for you,” he said politely.
He wasn't polite in bending her over, pressing her hips back to grind her ass on his erection. Fingers spread out on her upper thighs, Lex kept bending until she was looking at her own legs. He bumped her forward playfully and hauled her back before her knees proved they were now collapsible. The one high heel wasn't helping her balance at all so she kicked it away.
Reaching down, his hand snagged the cardboard cover and carried it up to her. Chloe curled it up against her chest and let him hike her skirt up as they sat. Her face felt feverish. Asking all the questions was impossible, so she skipped the easier ones for the ones she felt might need to be rewritten.
“In addition to running the family business, did you ever consider other careers,” she asked huskily. She didn't have a pen and making notes was beyond her. She could barely read.
Lex's hands were stroking down her thighs and pulling her knees to either side of his legs. She tried to imagine her knees were super-glued together.
“Before I realized I was ambitious I wanted to spend every day in bed,” he said, sounding insultingly in control. “Open sesame.”
He tickled behind her knees and they flew open as Chloe arched her back. He pulled her deeper onto his lap to keep her legs open around his own. The notebook flopped to the floor again and she muttered. It sounded like 'fuck' or maybe 'fucked.'
“You dropped your notebook,” he said cheerfully. “No problem.”
Big problem. Huge. Her legs were useless and her behaviour was bordering on porny. They didn't need to practice having sex – she had to practice interviewing hot billionaires she wouldn't be seeing at breakfast.
“That's okay,” she choked out. “I remember the next question. Did-Ohhhuhh.”
He was holding her upright, her hands grabbing on his arms around her waist. She heard the diabolical smile on his face when he said, “Happy to do it.”
Bending over took forever, his cock pressing closer and closer to the wet spot on her panties. Chloe's arm dangled down to get the notes. She had to concentrate to keep her eyes open at the same time. Her hair clip gave up trying to hold her hair in place. She could feel Lex's hands moving somewhere but she had to ignore it. There was a level of easy she didn't want to be known for.
He felt her panting and smirked. He never had to second guess when it came to sex. Her body was as straightforward as her words were complicated. He slid the panties down her legs. The flimsy satin rolled up and made its way with more momentum, cooperatively binding her ankles. Now with a hand to spare, he picked up Chloe's notebook and pulled her body upright with his. She tilted her head back on his shoulder and took a deep breath, feeling like she'd been under water.
“Was it diffi-difficult making decisions about your education knowing you weren't limited by money?”
“I don't know,” he remarked humourously, “I might have thrown a dart at a wall of brochures to choose. Having no financial worries didn't take away the pressure of wanting to succeed, or make the choice easier when it came time to uproot myself to go to school.”
She nodded, her hair fanned over his shoulder as they rocked gently. It would be nice to concentrate on the things he was saying; Lex rarely shared so much in regular conversation. He wormed his fingers into her shirt and flicked the lowest button open. The gap was soon being used to stroke and tickle on her belly.
“You're brilliant,” she murmured, shivering. “You must have known you'd do well.”
“I knew I was a screw up and I wasn't going to get many more chances. I needed to come into my own or I'd never be in control of my life.”
Her toes danced over the smooth leather of his shoe. He had won that battle and later the one to save her life. Chloe smiled against his neck. “You did.”
With some bending and leaning her mouth covered his, their tongues brushing sweetly. Lex knew he didn't have to be as gentle and careful as he was. He liked the slow, patient moment as well as she did, maybe for the same reason. Lingering in kiss for long minutes showed they weren't worried about their time together or the end of it.
She broke away first. “How do you go about choosing the direction your company will take?”
Lex's eyes flew open with annoyance as he ran his tongue over his lips. Torturers could learn from his little tease.
“I look at a very large number of reports on finances, market shares and political developments. Usually it narrows the possibilities considerably. After that it's a matter of knowing specifically where I need to go,” he said good-naturedly. His hand pulled from her shirt and cupped between her legs, massaging.
“Do you ever meet with opposition for your plans,” she asked, sighing.
“Investors like to have their say, and I let them. Honestly, if it's important enough I'll remove any barriers.” At that rather cheeky segue he slipped two fingers into her pussy and she stiffened in his arms. “Wrong answer?”
Chloe shook her head. His ego didn't need to know she was trying not to beg for sex. She was riding his fingers and gasping but that wasn't conclusive.
“Where'd you put the ring,” he asked thickly, nibbling her ear.
“Purse.”
Lex leaned them over and grabbed the purse, searching with one hand as she did her best to stay on his lap. His fingers weren't going deep enough. He found what he was looking for and let her purse fall.
“If you broke my compact mirror you're buying a new one,” she grumbled.
“Yes, dear.” Both of his hands were moving between her legs, touching her intimately. “Since you're already warmed up, can you warm this up for me?”
He rolled the cock ring, dragging it over her clit and through the folds slick with moisture. The jade was perfectly smooth but he held her open with a fingertip, sliding it gently to coat it. He knew it was still cold on her skin. She shivered and huddled closer.
“Lazy rich guys,” she grumbled faintly. “Can't even walk to the bedroom to get the lube.”
She was half right – he couldn't walk, because of arousal, not laziness.
“I'm not lazy. You just feel better to me,” he told her softly. “You smell better . . . taste better. You're perfect.”
She was supposed to be insisting on finishing the interview, so Chloe pried her eyes open to read the next question.“How do you deal with meeting people at a disadvantage, knowing they will have heard of you but you won't know as much about them?”
The answer didn't matter to her anymore, her level of distraction too much to absorb it as anything more than trivia. Getting to know all about her boyfriend would happen gradually as well as through blackmail. He was nipping her neck and she thought she was doing well to be able to remember the reason why she had been trying to convince her body sex wasn't always the preferred activity. She pulled on her blouse and Lex helped her take it off, grumbling, “You didn't need a bra.”
Her dirty look didn't cow him in the least. “You wouldn't think I needed clothes if I caught pneumonia.”
Lex mouthed her shoulder and said, “You'd have all the body heat I can offer and many soft blankets. Hold this.”
She shivered around his fingers as he buried the ring inside her, and scoffed.
“You'd fly me to Smallville to your specialists in the nude?”
I sound like a breathy idiot, she noted with slight regret. I wasn't expecting to be convincingly indifferent anyway. It's making us crabby trying to resist for a few minutes. Much longer and we'll get into a fight.
“Don't make fun of my specialists,” he chided. “I'd make my specialists come to you.”
Chloe giggled over a mental picture of the white-coated doctors hefting their equipment in a relay line to load it into the Luthor private jet. “They'd be packed like sardines,” she told him. “And they'd raid the bar. So answer my question.”
He gave her a priceless look of mingled admiration and impatience. “I don't remember the question,” he informed her wryly. “Do you remember it?”
“I can remember my own question,” Chloe responded tartly. She didn't, but a quick glance at her notepad reminded her. “How do you deal with meeting new people and their foreknowledge of you?”
He sighed and she interpreted it as either 'my penis is bored with the talking' or 'I don't like people'. Chloe opened the buttons on his cuffs and worked her hips roughly against him. He sighed again and she knew exactly which kind of sigh it was.
“If I'm hiring I check references so I'm not going in blind. If I'm socializing I'm not required to speak to everyone and I don't. Certain people will not give anyone a chance, so I focus on the open-minded few. People who have been sure they know me are usually surprised by the reality, and quite often I'm not at a disadvantage for long.”
“Control freak,” she accused, the words pinched and flirtatious. He was working the cock ring in a thrusting motion she was following with her hips, her upper body pressed to his chest.
“Yes, I am.” Feeling quite sultry, she ran her hand back to grab his ass. “Fuck me?”
His fingers stopped as he cleared his throat. “That isn't on the list of interview questions, is it?”
She scowled playfully and smacked his hand until he started moving it again. The friction was getting her close to the first little orgasm of the day and she was looking forward to it.
“In the actual interview I'll say 'Please fuck me,'” Chloe assured him. “Lex, turn me around and fuck me.”
He was fully clothed and she was going to come long before he was naked. It might be for the best, and he could earn some big points. He pushed her to her feet and they walked over to the large sofa to continue. Chloe's bra was dropped along the way and he unbuttoned her skirt to let it fall. It stayed up around her waist, twisted and stubborn.
“I need both hands,” he said. “Sorry, love.”
Chloe locked her knees as he stopped touching her. She had been really, really close to coming. Life would be so much easier if she could perfect just sex, but it always turned into relationship sex. She liked the relationship – it would be nice some days to leave it separate and have a lot of orgasms. Lex was such a complicated man and she wasn't without her emotional vagaries.
He was tugging on her skirt and that was a complication she could get rid of more easily. They worked together to get it pulled down first and the momentary coverage made her feel irritably hot.
“Dammit, did you glue this on,” Lex snarled at her, handling her roughly as he struggled with the tight fabric. Her eyes closed as the jostling enhanced the upcoming orgasm, though she noted how close her boyfriend had veered to suggesting the skirt was too small.
“You're being too impatient. It's bunched up again.”
For efficiency and the sake of her desperation, Chloe took a step away and peeled the skirt down her legs with a long, pleased hum. The cock ring was doing a pretty good job without Lex. He was stripping as fast as he could and piling his discarded clothing on the coffee table, watching her press her thighs together suspiciously.
“Don't start without me. I just need a second.” Her best innocent look paired with drawing her hair off her neck made him stumble with one foot up in the air. He glared at her. He had his pants and boxers to go. “I can see you.”
“Easy without my clothes. I won't be finished,” she justified. “I'll just get a running start.”
“If you do you'll miss the running start I can give you.”
His tone was confident enough to make her curious. Chloe relaxed her clenching and concentrated on being still. “Okay. I'm waiting. Patiently,” she stressed.
She watched his belt slide from the loops and smiled at his zipper. Lex opened the pants and pushed them down, feeling slightly exasperated with the high-concept sex. You would think with our busy schedules we wouldn't make it more complicated, he thought.
Naked, he pulled her into his arms and attacked her neck. Chloe moaned and held his shoulders to be closer.
“Hey, no backtracking. My neck is foreplayed,” she mumbled.
“I always get you there, don't I? Relax and stop rolling your eyes.”
Lex's hands spread flat on her back and made long strokes up and down her hot skin. He could feel the minor conflict being forgotten. Chloe was standing on her toes and they were breathing rapidly in perfect rhythm. Her grip was strong and gentle. She kissed him deliberately, her mouth trailing up his chin before she bit down on his lower lip. Their lower bodies grazed and a charge of desire pressed them together. Lex's mouth opened over hers, his body curling down to her as they kissed deeply.
His hands were molding up and down the back of her body, fingers working the flesh and digging in. He seemed to be taking handfuls of her as his hands moved, cupping under her ass and thighs and lifting up. Chloe was bouncing up and down on her toes trying to help him and the cock ring was shifting inside her pussy in exactly the right place. Her body tried to wind in and her chin tucked down with reluctance. She held him tighter and flexed her thighs until she came with a cry muffled on Lex's chest.
“Well, I guess I'll count myself a part of that one,” he allowed, easing his fingers in to retrieve the jade ring. It was more than prepared and he inhaled slowly. He didn't plan on a marathon today, just some variety to smooth out the last lingering anger of his girlfriend. “But only because of the enticing trembling and that noise you made.”
“As if I was going to regret an orgasm you didn't sanction.”
Her legs spread wide to keep her balance, Chloe passed a shaking hand over his erection. She stroked down the top and both sides before cupping it along the bottom slope. Taking the cock ring from him, she slid it over his head and down. Lex had her shoulders in his hands and was leaning his face on her neck by the time she took a step back.
“I like it when you dress up for me,” she said sweetly. “You can make me come again now.”
He didn't bother to adjust the cock ring, knowing the almost pain of constriction was normal. He wasn't being entirely selfless since the orgasm he had once he freed himself was going to be intense. His little blond inquisitor had her notebook back and she looked poised to ask a question. He barrelled at her and they had a controlled tumble onto the sofa. She was still letting out a gasp of surprise when he lined up and thrust inside her warmth.
Chloe loved being literally taken by surprise. When Lex was rough and playful she could keep talking to him and baiting him and he could respond in kind. His trademark sneer wasn't up to the task during sex but he managed the biting remarks well enough. The Eyebrow never missed it's cue.
“So you think you're on top, Mr. Luthor,” she asked.
“I know I'm on top.” He tilted his hips back and pulled a pillow under her head, gentle despite the challenge in his tone. “I'd be happy to watch you bounce around on top of me if you like.”
Slinging her leg up and along the back of the sofa, she lifted her hips until the coldness of the jade marked their joining. The hand holding her notebook dangled while the other fastened on his buttock. Looking up at him, she whispered, “This is good for now. Do that thing with my breasts.”
He hunched over and snagged one nipple with his mouth, positioning it between his teeth without biting down. Reaching down, he dipped his fingers where she was already full of him, then spread her moisture. Her other nipple tingled as his slick fingers pinched it gently.
They made eye contact and held it, her smart mouth curved into a smirk he thought was adorable. They waited each other out, moving only as much as it took to breath over and around each other. His tongue came out to wet the nipple he held in his teeth and she let her eyes flick closed for the brief second he wanted. The motion like a finger snap flicked one nipple as he bit down on the other, his lower body taking her in a flurry of grinding strokes.
“Lex,” she whimpered. For all the pleasure it was a odd feeling; like being held upside down and receiving a jolt with every solid push he made inside her body. The two sensations on her nipple were similar but different and they sent her into a confusion of reflexes. Her hips followed his but her right side wanted to arch and her left side needed to let out the shudder of being bitten. “Lex.”
He kept giving the same three movements and she was shocked every time by the arousal. She met his thrusts neatly, helping him get closer and deeper with less effort, urging him with her hand if he slowed down. Her hand on the notebook had closed down into a claw. Her upper body wiggled, arched and shuddered in mid air, taking a short fall back to the leather of the sofa. The leg hoisted up was vibrating and she could tell the cock ring was frustrating her lover.
He wished he could enjoy the gorgeous shaking Chloe was doing but the choke chain effect on his cock was bittersweet. For a moment during the surge into her the pressure was off, only to increase as he withdrew and she closed down to keep him. Through it all he had his face buried in her breast to wind her up further.
“Lex,” she said, tilting her face down tenderly. “That's good for kinky. Get rid of that damn thing so I can finish us off.”
He picked his head up. “I'm okay.”
“I want to be on top now. Hurry up or I'll start asking more questions.”
He chuckled as he pulled out, gingerly sliding the jade ring off. Chloe wiggled up to her knees and followed him. Her arms folded over his neck and she lay her notebook flat on his shoulder.
“Bossy woman,” he complained. “Try to be inventive and I get told off.”
Chloe ignored him as she rubbed her clit on his penis, tilting her body to slide down into penetration again. She swayed from side to side, needing the motion.
He wasn't sentimental during sex most of the time but she was working hard to keep her notebook balanced on him so she could read the next question. Anyone else would have given up on her own way by now but she kept bantering and picking on him. “You're so cute,” he observed, earning an impressively haughty look as her head rolled back.
“You're being unprofessional,” she complained.
“A bold statement considering you're rubbing your nipples on my chest.”
“If you're going to talk I'm asking questions. How do you wind down?”
“Pretty much like this,” he replied. “Good company, preferably a snarky reporter.”
“Really. So any young reporter with a yen for the truth could be in my position.”
He missed the warning in her tone and mumbled an agreement on her shoulder, deliberately blocking her view of her notes. The interview was sexy and he was glad he was making up for his earlier negligence, but didn't they have better ways to spend the time than talking?
“Any reporter at all,” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She froze, pushing his head up as she lifted her hips. He realized too late she was pissed and held her closer to his chest. Chloe didn't fight and he relaxed just enough to yelp as she clenched as hard as she could on his cock.
“Not – any reporter! You,” he insisted. “All you, honey.”
His hands pushed on her knees, moving them wider as he leaned her back. Chloe went willingly, her notebook finally falling forgotten. She let him suckle on her breasts as they moved urgently. She signaled when she was going to come with a drawn out grind of her hips on his, and Lex held that depth as she squealed and spasmed on him. Her hands behind his neck pulled him down and he groaned in relief as his cock pulsed and emptied.
Her face felt overly sweaty leaned on his but he didn't seem to mind. Chloe purred her contentment.
“That was quite an interview. If I had to warn Bruce what he was in for I'd have to call it-”
“Don't say penetrating. I know you like the puns, but don't.”
Lex pretended to consider his words, unconcerned about her anger when they were still joined together. Even they didn't ruin afterglow with sniping at each other. “Can I call it grueling?”
She kissed him, a quick, slight contact melding their tongues before she answered.
“I'm not sure it's very flattering for me, but it's better than the alternative. I would say my interviews are thorough but delightful.”
He was tonguing her earlobe and didn't reply.
“So when you went away all angry and jealous, what did you do that made you come back cheerful?”
The truth of that might lead to a fight, but Lex had been daring himself to take more chances in his relationship with Chloe. She was invested in him and she wanted it to work out. She cared and was cared for. Despite all their fighting, he knew she was reasonable and tolerant.
“I called Bruce,” he said. “I've spoken to him, just a point of etiquette. I told him normally I'd offer a tour of the company and a reception for him to network, but it wasn't appropriate in this case. If he's being interviewed by you we can't very well have him over the night before.”
She gaped at her boyfriend with horror at the childish action. What would someone think of a reporter whose father arranged her interviews and whose boyfriend warned off any male subjects?
“You called Bruce Wayne to call dibs on me?”
Lex cleared his throat. “I informed him with great civility that you're the lady of the house, so to prevent any questions of bias I couldn't extend our hospitality.”
“We have hospitality?”
“Not much,” he told her. “Mostly I want you here and everyone else can go to hell. It makes for a poor theme, my social planner tells me.”
“I'm pretty sure I'm mad at you,” she said incredulously, flattered at being described as the 'lady' of his house and trying to ignore the feeling. “You moron.”
He had the nerve to bare even white teeth in an amused grin.
“And that last part is exactly how he reacted. I look like the possessive ass, and you look graced and charming in comparison.”
Chloe knew there was nothing simple about dating Lex Luthor, but she didn't have it in her to take his latest vexation too seriously. She had been underestimated before because of any number of superficial things when she met someone. Her responsibility was to work past the surface and get other people to recognize the truth about her and about her subjects. Even a lousy interview with someone like Bruce would be impressive. Lex was a necessity like her career was a necessity and she would make both successful. It didn't mean she couldn't play with her bad boyfriend just a little.
“Dumbass. If you ever do anything like that again this-” she gestured to his cock lodged between her thighs “-will be a pleasant dream and it will just be me and the cock ring.”
He looked worried for one or two seconds before saying brightly, “I thought your questions were excellent, by the way.”
The Eyebrow waggled in a plea for forgiveness and she rolled her eyes before giving in. Damn sexy eyebrow.
“Dumbass,” she whispered before kissing him.
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i'm glad your muse talks dirty to you. LOl Dagney
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