Lois heard Chloe’s phone ringing both in her ear, and on the ground by the meteor.
“Damn,” Lois said, snapping her phone shut. She didn’t know what had happened to Clark and Chloe. Did the red rocks give Clark the power to teleport? Or did something swallow them up, some mysterious force or alien presence near the crater? Lois couldn’t be sure, so she was determined not to go near the spot Clark and Chloe had disappeared from until she knew more about what was going on.
She studied the car, which sat innocuously under the shade of a tree along the roadside leading into the forest. She could either walk the twelve miles back into town, or she could hotwire Chloe’s car, which she knew would piss her cousin off. It didn’t take long to consider her options.
She started for the driver’s side door when something red came streaking up the road towards her. Was it some kind of bird, or light? But that red streak solidified into Clark Kent, who stood only feet before her, coming to stop in a strange gust of wind.
Just like the wind that preceded his arrival at the crater…
“Clark ,” she said. “You move fast. That explains why it looked like you and Chloe disappeared.”
“What do you say we disappear?” Clark said.
“What?”
“You, me, Metropolis.”
He was advancing on her, and something about his movements chilled her. She backed away, feeling uneasy. Clark was not himself when around the little red rocks, and now Lois understood Chloe’s fear. She swallowed hard.
“Is Chloe okay? Did you hurt her?”
“She’s fine,” Clark said, and reached for her. Lois stumbled back, feeling herself fall to the ground, but at the last second, Clark caught her. She was leaning against one of his legs.
“You wanna fuck in the dirt?” he asked.
“I don’t wanna fuck at all,” Lois snapped, getting to her feet and brushing herself off unnecessarily. Clark ’s catch had spared her getting dirty. “What’s with your mouth, lately? You sound like a horny sailor on shore leave.”
“I am horny, and you’re just my type.”
Lois snorted, “Yeah, I’ll bet I am. Look, since you can move so fast, why don’t you give me a lift to your place. We’ll get the keys from Chloe and come back to get her car.”
“Or, I can take you back to my place, and you, Chloe and I can spend the rest of the day in bed together.”
Lois felt her stomach roil with disgust. “Chloe’s my cousin, you sick mother—”
“Now who has the mouth?” Clark asked.
He was enjoying her anger, and that pissed Lois off even more. But the anger couldn’t quite nullify the undercurrent of fear. Lois had never been more aware of just how big and tall and powerfully built Clark Kent was, and despite her training, she couldn’t take him in a fight—or stop him from raping her if he chose to do so, though Lois couldn’t imagine Clark Kent
“Look, Clark , why don’t you just go on, and I’ll get the car running,” she said, her voice belying her nervousness.
“You’re afraid of me,” he said matter-of-factly. He didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact. “You don’t have to be, Lois. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so beautiful, and you have such a good heart.”
He reached up, his ham-sized hand stroked a lock of brown hair from her face. The old Clark seemed to gaze at her from the haze of meteor-induced intoxication, but then it faded, replaced by a look of pure lust.
“I want to make you feel good.”
“I don’t want to feel good,” Lois said nervously.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll drop you off at my house, where Chloe is, perfectly safe, in exchange for a kiss. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, did you know that?”
“Kisses start things, Smallville,” Lois said, and she was startled to realize he had gotten close enough to wrap his arms around her. One of his big hands squeezed her ass, the other cupped her chin.
He whispered to her, his lips brushing against hers with each word. “Then lets start something. Let’s start a fire, and let it burn us to ashes.”
She couldn’t speak, she just nodded weakly. Somewhere, deep inside, she was a little ashamed of how easily she was giving in to a farm boy who had never been more than a little brother to her. Maybe it was the rocks nearby. Maybe they were affecting her to…
Or maybe she saw no reason to keep denying she wanted him, and had, on some level, since they’d met.
I can’t believe I’m being this damned easy, Lois said to herself. I’m gonna regret it. But then she told herself to stop over thinking it and enjoy the moment. This was Clark Kent, the son of good people like Jonathan and Martha Kent. He was good. He was safe…
Lois’s jeans slid down to her knees, and she hadn’t been aware Clark was unfastening them. Her shirt fell away from her body in shreds, and she leaned against the car to allow him to pull off her shoes and tug off her jeans. She was naked, in the woods, with Smallville, who was moving so fast he was a blur, and he stood naked before her. Who knew the farm boy was so well endowed?
“Not pink,” he whispered.
“What?”
“Nothing,” said Clark , and then he scooped her up. Lois wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his erection between their bodies. He lay her down, in the soft grass and the shade beside the crater, and some of her need began to fade. Maybe this was a mistake. No, it was definitely a big mis—
But Clark began kissing Lois, deeply, hungrily, and all coherent thought faded away. His lips burned a trail from her throat to each hard nipple, down the flat plane of her body, and to each inner thigh. Her eyes were fluttering closed until Clark ’s hot tongue licked teasingly at her clit, and she gasped, looking down at him, and to his eyes which danced in amusement.
“Give and receive,” he said.
Lois tried to think straight, but higher reasoning was beyond her, at the moment. She’d have to rely on instinct, and moved onto quivering knees as Clark lay back in the grass. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, hungry to taste him, desperate to please him as he’d pleased her. She felt drunk on lust as she cupped his balls, took him as deep into her mouth as she could. Clark moaned, low and deep from his chest, all of his arrogance gone. She didn’t know how long she pleasured him, but he had enough, and took her by the arms and pulled her so that she lat flat against his chest.
She brought her knees up until they were on either side of Clark’s body, and felt Clark put his feet on the ground. He lifted his hips, and the head of his cock slid into Lois’s entrance. She pushed back, and sat up until he was fully sheathed within her, whimpering as he filled her body. Putting her hands on his chest, Lois settled into a slow rhythm, and looked down at him. He was staring at her, intently, that cocky smirk back on his lips, and his eyes pulsed red.
****
Lois lay on the ground, staring up at the canopy of dancing leaves above her. Her body was a little tender, but she was satisfied in a way she never had been before. Clark stood above her, looking at the small crater where the other red rocks were.
“I wonder what would happen if I swallowed a few of those stones,” he said.
“Don’t,” Lois said, and sat up, wincing. Once Clark had put Lois on her back, he’d fucked her with wild abandon. Not that she hadn’t liked it, but now that it was over, her body was starting to tell her just how intense it had all been.
“You tore up my shirt, and bra,” she said. Clark took off the light jacket he wore and handed it to her.
“Well, gotta run,” he said.
“Wait!”
He turned to her. There was no caring in his eyes, no warmth. “What?”
“Don’t you think we should talk about this?”
“Talk is overrated. It’s doing that matters,” he said. “We’ll do this again. Believe me.”
“But…we just made love, Clark . Don’t you think—”
He was laughing now. “Made love? That’s rich. We didn’t make love, we didn’t share, Lois. We fucked. We screwed. It was good, but let’s not make a big deal over it.”
Lois felt numb with disbelief. Clark was just like all the others. Maybe a little worse, because at least they’d been nice afterwards. He was sneering at her, as though she were some fool for thinking what they’d done meant anything, for thinking that she meant something.
“Don’t make a big deal—”
“It was a fuck in the grass, Lois. That’s all. Women, jeeze,” he said, annoyed. “You’re always so needy and clingy. Come on, I’ll give you a lift into town.”
Lois felt herself starting to tremble, as though cold, even though she felt quite warm in the jacket. “Forget it. I’d rather walk than let you touch me again!”
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