She's Having My Baby - Part 3

“You’re distracted.”
 
“Hmm?”
 
Chloe looked away from the duck pond she and Clark were approaching and into his green eyes. His hand looped through hers, and Chloe’s throat tightened. Tears stung at her eyes as they reached the bench the other couple had been on when they’d disappeared the day before. She sat down heavily, and Clark automatically put an arm around her. It wasn’t a show. At least not for the kidnappers.
 
“What’s the matter?”
 
“Jimmy and I are having some problems.”
 
Clark cocked an eyebrow, waiting.
 
“I’d rather not talk about it. At least not right now.”
 
“Okay. I can respect that.”
 
His hand, big and warm, warmer than any human could be in weather this cold, rested on her shoulder.
 
“You up to putting on a show? Is Jimmy going to be cool with us stage kissing?”
 
“He won’t know,” said Chloe. She also didn’t care. He’d been getting blowjobs from whores, so she could pretend kiss her best friend to help him with a story if she damn well wanted. She felt anger flare hotly in her stomach and she leaned in, planting her lips squarely on Clark’s. He stiffened.
 
“You need to relax if you really want to sell this, Clark,” she said, pulling back.
 
“Right. I just thought we’d be pretend kissing.”
 
“Real kisses would work better.”
 
“Um…You’re not mad at Jimmy and just—”
 
She cut him off by deftly capturing his lower lip suggestively in her mouth. Clark stiffened again, and Chloe peeped to see him looking at her with wide eyes. She pulled back again.
 
“Clark, come on,” she hissed. “Don’t be such a sissy!”
 
Being called a sissy was enough to light a fire under Clark. Those big, warm hands wrapped behind her back and pulled her close. His tongue slipped into her mouth for the first time ever. She’d never fully tasted Clark, since all of their previous kisses had been fairly chaste in being closed-mouthed. Even three years ago, when they’d kissed in the Daily Planet basement. No tongue.
 
Now Chloe was living a fantasy, only it was much better than anything she’d ever imagined before. Clark tasted better than she’d ever dreamed he could. He smelled like fresh air and soap, and something else underneath. Something exotic that filled her senses. She heard a moan. It was her.
 
Clark’s hand wandered down her back, over her side, and gripped her leg, pulling it up and over him. She dug her fingers into his hair, feeling her panties moisten inside her jeans, and another light moan escaped her. Clark’s lips left hers, filling her with a sudden sense of emptiness, only to come back to her throat. She felt him stiffen again, only much lower, against her thigh.
 
“Clark…”
 
Then he was gone.
 
Totally gone.
 
Chloe’s eyes shot open, and she found herself in complete and total darkness, warm and alone.
 
***
 
Chloe was gone.
 
Clark felt his hard on pulsing in his jeans. He was hungry for her. Hungrier for sex than he’d ever been in his life. He wanted to feel her back in his arms, her thigh brushing against his erection, her tongue sliding over his…
 
Blinking, Clark realized he was in near total darkness. The room was warm—or it would be to a human—and there was so little light that any normal human would be blind. He could see, however. Focusing his eyes, he turned the room into a black and white x-ray sketch. He was in a room with a bed and nothing else. It looked like an abandoned hospital, or possibly a nursing home.
 
“Hello?”
 
There was no answer, though two skeletal figures appeared out of thin air in front of him, in a swirl of green light that made Clark feel momentarily weak. One was unmistakably male, the other female. Meteor freaks.
 
“He’s the sexiest one we’ve snagged yet,” the woman said, in a throaty voice. “He’ll do nicely.”
 
“Who are you?” Clark demanded, rising off the bed.
 
“Down, big boy,” the woman said. She reached out, and Clark was overcome with dizziness. He sat heavily on the bed, his erection harder than it had ever been in his life. He was overcome with the need to fuck someone. Anyone. Even this strange woman that he could barely see, even with his superior vision.
 
“I’ll get his girlfriend,” the man said, and he disappeared.
 
“Who…who are you?” Clark managed.
 
“I’m the woman who’s about to give you the best sex you’ve ever had.”
 
Something inside of Clark balked at the idea of having sex with this woman who’d kidnapped him, but he was so horny he just wanted her to touch him. She did, but not like he wanted. Not where he wanted.
 
“No…” he said weakly, as she stroked his chest.
 
“Not with me, big boy. I’m married. No, you’ll be having the greatest sex of your life with your girlfriend. Believe me, you’ll both be thanking me for years to come.”
 
Thank her for this? Thank her for kidnapping him and Chloe and making them screw for her and her husband’s voyeuristic kicks? She’s out of her mind. Clark thought. What the hell was wrong with this woman?
 
There was another flash of green light, this time bright enough to almost blind Clark. The lights were on, and Chloe was back, the man who’d teleported with her gripping her arm tightly as she struggled to break free.
 
“Clark, do something!”
 
“Chloe…”
 
“Clark and Chloe?” the woman said, smiling. She was nothing special, not by any means of the word. Middle aged, slightly overweight. The only thing sexy about her was her voice. Her partner was a total contrast, however. He was young, around 25, and looked as though he could be a model. Clark could hardly believe the man would marry this woman without being heavily influenced by her. He shoved Chloe toward Clark, and he caught her in his arms.
 
The woman’s hand came to rest on Chloe’s arm, and Clark watched as her eyes went slightly blank. She sighed, a smile coming over her face, and then she boldly reached down and began to stroke Clark’s throbbing hard on.
 
“That’s right, Chloe. Give Clark what he wants.”
 
On to Chapter 4