Summary: Scott is in Smallville to look into strange weather occurrences and meets the young manager of the Talon Lois Lane.
CW: Spicy, PinV, Fingering, Oral sex, Blowjob, Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, One Night Stand, Safe Sex, Condoms, Attractive People saying how attractive they are, Lois just want to get laid, Scott is disrespectful in his head
WC: 3k
AN: I just finished season 5 of Smallville and am so over Clark and Lana, both of them suck. So here's Lois hooking up with Scott from Twisters. Probably not a lot readers for this but hopefully you like it.
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Of all the places Scott has had to go to for work Smallville isn't the worst. The town is charming in a slow quaint way, has more to offer then some of the rural communities that he's been to recently including an actual coffee shop. No gas station or motel bitterness, real espresso, fresh ground beans. And after this morning he needs it.
Pulling up his SUV he grabs his laptop and files. StormPar sent him out to this small town because of the unusual weather events. Twisters the size and strength to level whole neighborhoods being put out minutes after forming. Building being ripped from the ground but somehow landing back down with minimal damage. One such story of a trailer landing in the same spot it was taken from. Unheard of.
The only real lead that Scott has about these strange occurrences is the fact the Smallville has experiences two disastrous meteor showers in two decades. Is it possible there's some metric pull here? Some strange force fighting against the storms? Either way he has to come up with a report, their is a lot of land in these park that are uninsured or underinsured, family farms and old theaters turned coffee shops.
He claims a table setting his things down and going to the front counter to place his order. It's busy a handful of young people crowding the space but his height and stare down gets the attention of the women behind the counter. Young, caramel colored hair and big hazel eyes. She looks him over before giving him a flirty smile.
"What can I get for ya?" She asks, still smiling her hands coming up with her note pad and pen but the way she holds it has her arms pressing her breast together and she is wearing a very low cut tank top. Kansas girls are easier then Arkansas girls.
"Cappuccino. You can make a good cappuccino right."
"Trust me big guy I know my way around this machine. Just got to touch it right." She laughs and turns to make the drink. He watches her, her hair in a slick ponytail bouncing aback and forth her tan skin and toned back. Her jeans low on her hips the skin peeking out.
"One Cappuccino, for tall, dark and blue eyed. Haven't seen you before, passing through?"
"Work." He points to his table. "I chase twisters for a living and for some reason twisters aren't happening here all that often anymore."
"Isn't that a good think? Less damage and death."
"Sure on the surface but I've discovered in my line of work when normal weather patterns are no longer normal something more disastrous is at play. Like maybe meteor showers?"
The women's face drops, the meteor shower from last May still lived in the minds of Smallville residents. And the fact it happens twice means it could happen again. He sips his cappuccino, she does have the magic touch.
"You think that because we aren't having tornados that we are having meteor showers. Is this like a climate change thing? There was a guy here a few months back looking into our fish population that something was wrong with it too." Scott has no idea what she is talking about. He only care about the twisters.
"Don't tell me you found another tree huger Lane." Came a male voice from behind him. Scott turns to see a short bald man in dark slacks and a button down shirt. Far to dressed up for this hick town. "Saw your StormPar truck up front. That's Marshall Riggs adventure is it not."
"Not may people recognize the investor to a company by simple knowing the companies name." Scott says.
"I'm in the business of knowing new technology and business adventures. Riggs says your work at StomPar could change lives. Mainly his."
"It could very well save lives." Scott says and he sees the women behind the counter give him a sweet smile. She didn't need to know that the company was mainly using said technology to determine when and were storms would show up and buy up cheep but safe land.
"Of course. My usual Lois." Says the man. Scott nods to him going back to table to start looking at his files and garbing his card to hand to the guy he may be a good connection for this part of the Midwest. The man stopped by his table before heading out and Scott did give the card to and he smiled saying his people will be in touch.
"I'd be careful." Said the women, Lois. "Lex Luthor isn't someone I'd go in business with. Trust me I work for him and rent from him."
Scott stares at her his mouth falling open.
"That was Lex Luthor? The billionaire." "In the flesh." She wipes at the table next to him gathering the cups. "Comes in here everyday. He's got his hands in all the cookie jars even the ones marked 'Do not enter' 'Danger. Danger.' He's done some pretty fucked up things."
"Isn't him and his company responsible for revitalizing this community? Didn't he help with the rebuild of Smallville?"
She snorts. "That's half the story. His big gestures and altruism is hiding his faults. Lex is just as responsible for most of the crazy stuff that has happen in Smallville. I wouldn't be surprised if he's the reason for the lack of tornados. He's probably messing with the polar caps or something."
Scott looks at her trying to determine if she's being funny or serious. "I don't think it's the polar caps. He owns this place too and you rent from him."
"Oh yeah right up there." She points up the stairs he had assumed it led to storage. "That's my apartment. Commutes a breeze and I don't have to worry about late nights. Which is good for me. I've been known to let a little to loose sometime."
He gave her a smile, charming with dimples and he watched her body melt to it. "Something tells me you've got some wild stories. Enough to make a country boy blush. "I'm Scott by the way, Lois."
It didn't take much more after that. The prolong stares and flirting quips Scott got invited into her flat, onto her couch and her in his lap. His hands cup her ass firm and round. She kisses hard her hands holding his face her tongue pushing into his mouth. His ball cap falls off hitting the floor and she rakes her fingers into his hair breaking away with a smack of her lips.
"Thank god. I thought the hat was hiding a bald spot."
He laughs dropping his head back looking at her swallow lips and flushed face. "If it did would you have stopped?"
"No. This doesn't include you, you're gorgeous but I couldn't go to my cousin with another medium ugly man on my roster. She already thinks I have a type."
"Medium ugly? With a rack like this." He gestures to her cleavage. "You could get any guy."
"My personality is my downfall, this body can only do so much. Anyway just so we're on the same page. This is just about making our bodies feel good. I don't want to find breakfast in bed or a dozen roses tomorrow."
"I'll be out of here once we are done." He says. She gives a smile then takes her shirt lifting over her head. Scott isn't given time to see her, she takes his face in her hands and they're kissing again. He uses his hands tracing them up her warm back to the strap of her bra. With the flick of his wrist he has it undone and pulling it off. Lois sits back but keeps his bottom lip in between her teeth as she toss the bra away.
Scott cups her breast kissing her harder pushing his tongue into her mouth his cock throbbing in his jeans. When she rolls her hips into him he moans into her mouth. "Good you're so fucking hot." He squeezes her breast and she grinds on him.
"Yeah I am. And something tells me under this dorky short sleeve button up you have a body for days." She says. He drops his head back and with quick fingers she undoes the buttons, pulling the shirt out from his pants. She press her hands flat on his muscled stomach, he clenches under the pressure.
Leaning forward her her breast large and swaying with the movements she says. "I was right."
Taking her nipple between his fingers he rolls it and watches the soft breath leave her mouth and crumple of her eyebrows and the way she bites her lip. He pulls on it and she groans.
"Circle them." She says. "That's how I like them being teased." He does what she says and is rewarded with her mouth on his neck and her hands roaming up his body. Her tongue tickles over his ear whispering to him and sucking the sensitive skin.
"What else can that mouth of yours do?" He asks. He feels the smile as she pulls away to look at him. Her eyes blown and heavy, lips wet a strand of hair stuck to the corner. He brings his finger up to brush it aside. She stands up looking down at him her hand on her hip confident in her nudity unlike most women. He notices the freckles that dot her chest and the tan line that outlines her very skimpy bathing suite.
"Stand up big boy. Can't suck your dick with your pants on."
He stands and they both take off the rest of their clothes. Scott plops back town on the couch spreading his legs his hand twisting around his cock. Lois walks naked to the bathroom. He watches noting the freckles continue along her back and to her ass. She returns with a box of condoms.
"These will not be a negotiation."
"Fine by me." He says. He prefer no condoms sure but they were literal strangers. And he wasn't going to stop now just because of a little bit of plastic. She takes a pillow and kneels in front of him setting the condoms behind her but grabbing one. He takes it and from the packaging and scent it's strawberry flavored.
Her fingers flutter over his thighs as he rolls it on his skin hot and sweat forming at his hair line. His cock so hard its getting to the point of painful. She leans forward and presses a kiss to his stomach and it flutters. She moves her lips along the ridges of his body and the heat converges to the point of her lips making contact. Her fingers dig into his thighs and he groans jerking his hips at her, feeling the bob of her throat against his cock.
Lois takes his cock in her hand, her fingers curling around it slowly but he still hisses at the relief. She kisses at base and the little slut looks up at him as she does so. His hand shaking grasp her shoulder. "Stop teasing and suck me off!"
Her eyes crinkle and he thinks he's lost to her somehow.
Her lips press against his shaft in delicate little sucks moving up then down again. Her hand twisting around him. She uses her tongue first the tip then the flat base to swirl around and around before taking him in her mouth completely.
"Fuck. Fuck yeah." She bobs her head on him, her mouth hot and perfect. He grabs her head by the ponytail and starts shoving her onto him, going just a little deeper. The wet sloppy sounds of her mouth and throat, his own moaning. Her name. He's moaning her name. "Fuck." She opens her mouth sticking her tongue out and looking up at him.
"You're a dirty little cocksucker. Who taught you that trick?"
She swats his hand away and his cock falls from her mouth but she licks over her lips with satisfaction. "Why? You want him to join us?" She pulls off the condom and Scott moans dropping his head back on the couch. Lois isn't done and she slaps a fresh one down.
"I'm partial to doggy." She says.
He laughs putting the new condom on as she turns her back to him and bends over. She rest her hands on the coffee stand. Getting to his feet he takes her hips and pulls her back to him rubbing himself against her. She has a nice back, smooth and muscular, she must be dedicated to her workout routine. He glides his hand up her back feeling her skin tremble under his palm. With his other hand he grasp his cock, hard, twitching ready to take what Lois is offering.
Scott rubs the tip up and down her folds. A slippery wet mess, her pussy opens for him. She hums a moan as he teases her then slowly pushes himself in. She grunts, he feels her legs go stiff straight and her shoulders tremble. Bringing his hands back to her waist, large enough they almost encompass her.
"Never have a dick this big before?" He asks rubbing her hips with his thumb.
She turns her head her ponytail flipping back, her face slightly strained, biting her lip.
"Just the end of a very long dry spell." She moves forward and his eyes move down watching her pull off of him only to snap back on him. Her ass crashes back into his hips, the jolt tingling throughout his body. They start moving harder, faster. He grips her waist bring him to her, the pounding of the movements, the weight of her body, the sweat dripping form his chin. Her pussy squeezing on him, her ass firm and grinding, her breathy moans. Like a punch to his stomach the tightness inflates and snaps and he comes. Lois still rocks against him and he sees she only balancing on one hand the other touching herself.
She pulls off of him and he drops to the couch. Her pussy is gaping and glistening her fingers swirling around her clit. Scott bring his hand up grasping her cheeks and with his thumbs starts rolling them over her folds. She groans wiggling her ass directing him how she wants him to touch her. Soft shallow strokes with one finger. She quivers and shakes and spills all over his hand.
She drops to the ground and the both just sit and catch their breath. Scott is sticky and sweaty and smells. He need to get dressed and head to his hotel and shower. She did say this is a one and done thing but women can be strange. If he packs up now would she get upset? He looks down at her but she isn't looking at him. Her back turned resting her cheek on the coffee table.
"I should go?" He says far to timid. What was wrong with him?
"Okay." She says standing up. She grabs a blanket off the arm chair and wraps it around her. She goes to the bathroom and for a second he thinks she not coming out but she returns with a towel and trashcan. He toss the condom and whips himself down before putting on his clothes and finding his hat.
Thinking he needs to say something else he looks back at her. The tan skin and perfect body, the playful smile and the cool girl attitude. He might of played his hand to soon, he is going to be in town for a few more weeks and sleeping with Lois could have been a regular occurrence but he didn't think she would be up for it.
"See ya." He settles on. She nods and shuts the door behind him.
Scott heads down the stairs but feels eyes on him. Turning to the counter he sees three people. A tall guy in plaid, a blonde girl and another girl with long hair watching him as he leaves the stairs and gathers his stuff and heads out the door.
So I’m enjoying Smallville much more then I thought I would but…
Spoilers!!!
Does Clark need to be SA’d every season? I know this show is from the early 2000s and conversations around this topic weren’t being had but two seasons in a row?
And I won’t forgive the fandom or the season narrative telling me I should feel bad for Alisha and her death is Clark’s fault/he should feel guilty. Clark had every reason not to trust her!
The whole Simone thing, like the concept was good and it being Lexs plan even better. But again girl did all but rape him and we only find out she didn’t cuz Clark confirms they didn’t have sex.
Honestly idk if I’d even want the show to tackle that kind of story line and again I’m looking at this from a 2026 perspective but damn and yea I know it happens again.
Summary: Cat writes an article about Superman and Lois has to prove her wrong.
CW: Romance, Porn with Plot, Idiots in love, Handjob, Bitting, Nipple Play, PinV, Laugher during Sex, Roleplaying, Lois likes to plan
WC: 3K
An: Back again with another Clois fic, I have so may Clois WIP but not enough time. I've also decided that I prefer the fics that I write that have the DP charters in it to even in small roles
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Cat is bubbling with excitement her articles while often the most popular almost never get front page recognition. As a gossip columnist she gets her own page under entertainment, if she is writing about a stud staring event like the Banner Gala or the Directors Conference she'll have a good page but her article today is about Metropolis's favorite superhero, Superman.
'Can You Spent the Night with Superman?'
A deep dive into the idea that any women or man for that matter wouldn't want to be in a sexual relationship with the man of steel. The paper was flying off the shelves many remembering the famous article by the Lois Lane. Several other publications had picked it up and Cat would be going onto the Planet's podcast to discuss the article herself.
Clark hadn't read it. He wasn't sure he wanted to. Being a public figure met people were going to write about you and make up some conclusions but something about a coworker writing about his sex life felt wired. Lois is currently reading it, at her desk, right now.
"What you think Lois? Are my predictions right?" Cat asks, sitting at her desk. Lois continues to read.
"I thinks its bizarre that an opinion piece is the front page. There's no facts and few quotes. You asked Superman one question." Cat's face drops.
"There are facts. I went to several scientist including Dr. Hamilton one of Superman's favorite and many concluded someone of Superman's strength and indestructibility would make it nearly impossible for him to have a physicals relationship with a human women."
Lois finally looks up from the paper and Clark and Jimmy watch the two of them. They're friends, they think. But they also annoy each other, Lois thinks Cat can be vapid and shallow and Cat thinks Lois can be superior and mean. They both try to stay out of each others news dominance but when they cross over there's what Jimmy calls a dick sizing contest between the two of them.
"The same strength and indestructibility that's able to catch a person falling from the sky without breaking them. So this article would have me believe that he can do that but," She stops and looks at the article. "'Making sweet love' is out of the question." Clark's face heats up and he looks away and he hears Jimmy snicker to himself.
"I agree with Cat." Steve says. "I don't think big blue can be with a human women. Those Amazons though he's probably got a list he calls up every night. Boy's got stamina."
"Shut up Steve!" Both the women yell.
"Your only evidence that he doesn't have a partner is you asked and he said no. A superhero who fights super villains everyday and lives on a planet that not so long ago thought he was trying to breed woman, sure lets assume he's being honest about his dating life."
"Okay, but some people he catches are sore after and I tried to get you to confirm with me that you two had something but you never did."
"I'm not dating nor have I ever dated Superman." Lois says tossing the paper aside. "Me and Clark are together. You were there celebrating with us moving in together a week ago."
Cat crosses her arms glaring down at Lois, "Poor Clark surprised he doesn't have a cold sleeping next to your frigided ass."
Lois shots to her feet but Cat's already walking away Clark stops Lois with a hand on her shoulder. She drops back down to her chair gives a humf and starts jabbing at her computer Cat doing the same from three computers down. Clark, Jimmy and Steve all look at each other the room thick with second hand embarrassment. All because of Superman's sex life.
"So I doubt were ordering lunch together today?" Steve asks.
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Clark gets home late. An apartment complex fire and a lost dog had him out. He floats through the condo that him and Lois share to keep from making any sound. He finds the plate of food she had made up for him in the fridge, removes the plastic wrap and warms it up with his heat vision.
He hears Lois coming in the dark before the lights flip on and she's leaning against the door frame. Stopping mid chew he takes her in. Her hair is fresh and blow dried, dark smoky makeup around her eyes and a dark purple lip, she had gone as a which for Halloween and wore that lipstick, he ended up wearing it that night too. Purple lingerie. Babydoll style.
It shows off her breast, his eyes immediately went to them, she is slightly flushed. The scalloped lace edging of the cup flat against her skin and the sheer dress dusting her upper thighs. She's wearing the matching underwear too. He swallows. Putting his plate down and touching down to the floor.
"Waiting up for me?" He asks.
"No one else lives here." She says biting on her tongue in a teasing way.
He has her in his arms and his mouth on hers. He has to wait a moment for her to catch up. Hear the giggle, feel the tilt, soak in the heat. Her hands go to his neck and hair and she's kissing him back. Biting his lip and pulling, he sighs into her mouth.
Her legs wrap around his waist and he holds them, feeling her core press to him already wet, and he is hard. He needs to get out of this suit. When she's like this her skin, every inch of it sets him on fire. "Lois. I got to take off the suit." She whines and he digs his fingers into her. Enough to dimple her skin, for her to feel the dip. He groans dropping back onto the counter her tongue darting over his ear.
"Keep the cape on at least." She whispers.
His stomach twist and chin quivers, his blood rushing in his veins. Her teasing mouth kissing down his jaw. He drops one hand and fists it, the knuckles turning white. She could ruin him so easily.
"Yeah…" He says spacey. "Yeah. Yes." He takes her to their bedroom and she has the place set up for them already. The lights dim but still on, her favorite candle Midnight Rain flicking in the corner. The music is soft from his playlist and the bed is bare of its comforter and decorative pillows, an unmactching flat sheet and couple of towels put down to collect any mess.
"You are really wanting it tonight." Clark says matter-of-factly causing Lois to snort which causes him to laugh and has her laughing and snorting more.
"You know how to make a girl feel sexy." Lois says dropping her feet to the ground and resuming standing. "Got me sounding like a pig."
"Sorry." He says looking down at at her. Her face is rosey end eyes watery from their crying laughing. He licks over his lips eyes moving down to her heavy chest the strap of her top slipping off her shoulder. He loops it over his finger and pulls it up. Taking her hand he tills his head and gives her a dimpled smile and a playful tone. "You are really wanting this tonight."
She leans in holding tight to his hands and says. "Been thinking about it all day." They kiss soft her hands rounding over his shoulders her body presses against his and he still has this damn suit on.
Picking her up he lays her on the bed. She settles in tilting her head at him and biting her lips. She knows what she's doing her finger tracing over her exposed stomach, her eyes moving down his body. He kicks off his boots and drops the bulky belt. Its hard to make the suit look sexy coming off, the material is stiff and thick. But he manages without looking like a complete fool.
Removing the cape he ties it around his neck, childish yes but no other way. Lois laughs, light and excited. "Superman. Please save me."
"Don't worry Ms. Lane I have you." He crawls on top of her fluttering the cape out. She takes his face in her hands and swipes her thumb over his mouth pushing it in and against his tongue. He keeps his mouth open, panting looking down at her. His cock throbbing with his heartbeat already faster then a humans but now its pounding.
"You have me. Now do what you want to me."
Clark sucks on her thumb, licking over it before pushing it out. He grasp her hand with his holding it still to his mouth, kissing her fingers, palm, wrist, down her forearm. He pins it down above her head and kiss over her triceps to her shoulder to the pulse point in her neck. He already knew her heart was pounding too, could hear it the whole time but feeling it on his lips. He nibbled then sucked, she would have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow or be asked questions by Cat.
She sighs his name, her hand clinging to the cape on his shoulder and it reminds him the first time he rescued her. If he could see how he gets to have her now. He pulls up moving to his knees her legs tucked in between them. The shifting and grinding they've done has created a wardrobe malfunction in any other setting. Her nipple pokes out from the hem, pointy and dark in color. He presses on it with his middle finger and its like a button to have Lois moan. Playing with it, circling slowly clockwise then counter clockwise speeding up, then pinching it and tugging. Lois squirms under him her legs still locked between his knees. He brings his other hand down to hold her in place not wanting her to hurt herself on him.
"Superman. Please…Gahh…" He pinches again cutting her off and giving her a smirk. He finds the claps to the bra part of the lingerie. With nimble fingers he undoes it, he likes this one, he doesn't want to ruin it and ripping clothes off was so wasteful.
"Remove your top Ms. Lane." Her breathing gets heavy but with shaking hands she grabs the bottom frills and turns it up over her head. He helps pulling her hair away and takes it throwing it on top of his suit.
Lois's breast are perfect. The kind a teenage boy could only dream about. Round and heavy and slightly uneven, one a bit higher then the other. He reposition himself moving up her thighs a bit more and sitting up, all his weight falling back onto his knees and legs and none on her. Molding his hands around her breast he massages them gently rolling his palm over them, pressing his fingers into them, moving them in easy circles.
Lois arches into him her head pushing back and a long breathy moan. He sees the sweat form at the base of her neck, the vibrations of her throat as she says his name, soft, needy. Not to be out done her hands come to his thighs, he quivers at her touch. Feather light dancing across his skin. His stomach contracts and he licks his lips as her nails drag up to the cruxs of his groin and she takes him in her hands.
She stacks her hands, one over the other, twisting them like you would a salt grinder and moving them up and down his cock. He bites his lip and closes his eyes, stopping his movements to catch himself up to her, not ending their fun before it's even started. With one hand still twisting up and down him she takes the other and starts palming the head.
"Ms. La-Lois!" He groans, dropping his face into her neck. He can't play the role when she's jacking him off like this. He can hear the smile in her voice when she speaks.
"Superman you’re not acting like your level headed self." She presses him against her stomach. His hard cock and the soft dip, something about the strange area has him breathing harder then before. Her fingers still moving up and down him.
He pinches her nipple, quick, short. She jolts, stopping her unfair assault on him. Clark moves up and grabs the condoms off the night stand. Ripping it open with his teeth he grabs both of her wrist and holds the together keeping her from toying with him anymore. Toying with his cock at least, she still manages to brush the tips of her fingers against his stomach and even that is becoming to much.
Spitting out the foil wrapper he says, "Ms. Lane, let me take care of this." He presses his hand against her damp underwear. "And I'll be back to my perfectly normal self." She laughs and untraps her legs from under him. He watches as she pulls off her underwear, opening her legs, resting her calves on his thighs. He rolls the condom on and falls forward, hovering over her.
The cape falls pass his shoulders draping over the two of them and Lois brings her hands to his shoulders, disappearing under the cape and holding tight to his back. He turns and kisses her exposed arm and slowly guides himself in. She's tight and he watches her face the pull of her eyebrows, the stiffness in her jaw as he continues to push in his body burning.
Her breath skips and he feels the give. Her pussy sucking him in, her legs wrapping around his waist. He rolls his hips into her and she moans into his ear. She pulses around him, enveloping him, drawling out his want. When she whispers, 'Faster,' he goes faster holding on to her thigh, keeping the thrust short.
She kisses him, her teeth catching his lower lip biting hard. He moans into her mouth. He shifts setting up and keeping her legs wrapped around him but grabbing her waist and he continues to thrust into her. The rearranging pushing deeper into her, her breast bounce under him and her hair flies in front of her face. She grips to his hands her sounds shallow. He feels the heat rising in him can feel it behind his eyes. Shuts them to keep it at bay. He presses on her stomach and he can feel himself in her. She cries out and he can smell her cum, dripping out of her. It mixes with his musk and their sweat, a smell that only happens when the two of them are like this. He cracks his release coming and their scent stains the air, it'll linger for a few hours.
He undoes the cape letting it fall to the floor. He watches Lois come back to herself her eyes still hazy, her shoulders moving with the deep breaths. He pulls out of her. Even with the condom their both still messy. He takes one of the towels and whips gently, her first then himself.
She turns into the bed and pats the space for him and he obliges lying next to her pulling her into his arms and holding her. Her hand resting on his chest and his heartbeat had returned to his normal. Hers is still a little fast.
"Quite a way to end the night." He says. She snorts.
"Perfect way to end the night. And Cat's article can suck it." Clark purses his lips unsure of what to make from that remark.
"What?" He asks.
"Cat's article about you. She obviously doesn't know what she's talking about."
"Did we just have sex to prove Cat wrong?" Lois doesn't answer. "Lois?"
"That wasn't the only reason." Their both quite and Lois reaches for the throw blanket covering herself and him. "Did the article not bother you?" She asks.
He shrugs, "I didn't read it. Why does it bother you so much? Are you going to go in there tomorrow and tell her you had sex with Superman?"
"No! It just bothered me. You do all this cool amazing stuff and it just felt like another way for people to latch on how different you are. That because you're not human your can't have human relationships."
A smile dust his lips and warmth spreads from his chest out. He brings his fingers to her hair twisting it around. Clark understood being different, his younger self had been insecure about it, worried that there would never be a day were he could trust someone with his full self. But now he's got someone who will get mad on his behalf.
"Well she is wrong. But… I have to assume having sex with me is different to having sex with a normal human." She rises up resting her elbow on his chin and her chin in her palm looking at him.
"Are you trying to get me to talk about my past lovers?" He chuckles at her pronunciation.
"Yeah I suppose I am. But only if they all end with the statement, 'I'm the best you've ever had.'"
"You're the best? How you think that?" She asks. He cups her face his thumb along her jaw her eyes looking at him big bright and dilating, she was getting excited again.
"Because I'm Superman."
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AN: Let me know what you think. I had to cut a scene for length so if you like waxplay fics keep your eyes out for that one. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed and check out my other works.
Summary: You have a side hustle of selling homemade food to the storm chasers when they come into town. But last year Scott reported you for doing business with out a permit so he's number one on your shit list.
CW: Plot that ends in Porn, Cussing, Sex Work, Angry Sex, Biting, Oral (F-receiving), Face Slapping(M-receiving), squirting, Finger Sucking, Condoms(Safe Sex can be sexy too)
Word Count: 5.5K
AN: This is a long one but I loved writing it. I honestly could've made it a muti-chapter story but I don't have time for that.
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As soon as you see the StormPar trucks pull in you start gathering up your product. You and everyone else knows what you’re doing isn’t up to code and that selling food without a licenses is illegal but most don’t care. You are the only person willing to drive out to this isolated motel parking lot and offer fresh homemade food, for a price, to the storm chasers, adrenalin junkies and tornado tourist. Their only other options are a small gas station with limited supply that only got a truck in once a month and the pizza place a town over that charges double fee to drive this way. So everyone was at an agreement, they didn’t question you selling food out of coolers and you gave them a fair price for a decent meal and fresh fruit. But then Scott opened his big mouth last year.
“Do you have a permit to be selling this?”
At first you thought it was a joke. A little nudge nudge, wink wink type of comment you didn’t think he was actually going to contact the health department. You were slapped with a huge fine and warning and the whole thing had scared you so much you stopped. Not just with the storm chasers but you didn’t go to any construction sights or your best place to sell food, outside a bar at 2am when the bar closed and everyone is looking for something to soak up that alcohol. Losing the extra income had stung, paying the fine more so.
Which is why you’re here now nearly a year later making up for lost revenue. But when Scott gets out you aren’t dealing with his bullshit. Pushing the drink cooler deep into the bed of your truck, grabbing your lawn chair and folding it up. “Sorry folks closing up for the day.” There’s a loud groan coming from the crowd. Shouts and people pulling out wads of cash.
“Woah, Woah girl scout what’s the rush? Plenty of hungry people here.” You recognize the man from his Youtube, Tyler.
“Yea I’m sure. But some people have a problem with how I do business.” You say gesturing with your chin to Scott who was now standing outside his truck leaning on it and clearly watching you.
“Forget about him. Come on whose hungry?” Tyler shouts to the crowd. You stop pulling your second cooler still full with fresh sliced fruit. Grabbing Tyler’s arm and pulling him aside, why do men who think they’re helping make things worst.
“I can’t afford another fine and if I’m a repeat offender I could end up in court.” Tyler gave you a look and then looks at Scott.
“Seems we got a tattle tail on our hands,” He whispers. “How much product you got left?”
“Some sliced watermelon and oranges, uhh, 3 strawberry feta salads and hot food…” You look in the hot box. “Ten or so chicken tacos, some pork. And fifteen swiss ham rolls, ahh….a dozen corndogs.” You had already sold all you pepperoni rolls, grapes and apples.
“I’ll give you a hundred for all of it.” You raised an eyebrow, with what you have left and how you charge you have maybe 80 dollars left in product.
“Just the food, not the drinks?” You ask.
“Just the food.”
“Sure.” You shake his hand. “I’ll be back for my coolers later tonight. And if anyone ask, I didn’t sell you this food. There’s pico and condiment in the fruit cooler. See ya.” You take the hundred dollar bill slyly slipping it into you pocket before getting in you truck. You have no choice but to drive by Scott, pulling out you feel his eyes on you even though he wore those dumb shades.
****
You got off work so much later then you were expecting. A bachelor party came in late and couldn’t deiced if they were going to get the lucky fiancee a lap dance. What was suppose to be a four hour shift turned six and they were bad tippers. The chances of anyone at the storm chaser motel still being up unlikely even though they were a party hard type of crowd.
Pulling into the packed but quite lot you scans the area looking for your cooler and hot box, you spot it on the back side of the motel. Jumping out and garbing the hot box first and then the cooler only to see its still filled with water. No one thought to unplug and drain it? Groaning you pull it to the remnants of a flowerbed and turn it on its side.
“You got a permit for that?” You jump at the voice snapping around to see Scott standing like an apparition back lit and in shadow.
“Don’t need a permit if I die of a heart attack.” You say turning back around and tipping the the cooler all the way so it lays flat but open.
“You raced out of here pretty quickly.” He says. “Can’t help but wonder if that because of me?”
“Yeah it was because of you asshole.” You says turning on your heel. He had moved closer and you hit into his chest. His smug little smile pissed you off, sent heat up your neck to your face and hands starting to shake.
“Fuck you Scott! Hope a tornado gets ya!” You push him away and he stumbles back easier then you would expect for such a tall broad shoulder man. His mouth open in shock and eyebrows knit in confusion as you grab your cooler and push it into you truck. Flipping him the bird while climbing in and drive off.
You know better then to let one bad five minutes ruin you whole day but Scott is so insufferable and so privileged and a jerk he couldn’t understand how what he did fuck up your last six months and he was proud of it.
****
The news the last couple days was about the devastating tornado that hit the northeastern part of the state. With the feds gutting so much to the national weather service its work is being taken over by storm chasers and hobbies. They’re the one warning the public and give them time to get to safety. Six is the death count, which considering it went through two communities there had been worst just a couple weeks ago. One of the deaths had been a chaser and your heart and soul was heavy thinking it was Scott.
You regretted what you had said by the time you got back home that night. Wishing death on a man even one that had wrong you wasn’t the type of person you were. Okay that’s not true you’ve wished death on people before but in the abstract way. Telling someone who had a higher then average chance of being killed by a tornado that you hope a tornado kills him is much harsher.
Scott was fine or as fine as those who are in the field are after losing a fellow chaser. The girl wasn’t part of StormPar but even they with the uppity attitude and higher education understood what it met to be a chaser and facing their own humanity. Tyler had made a video about her and donated the ad revenue to her and the others funeral arrangements. There was a place for others to donate and you noticed one from StormPar and you donated as well.
You were in the grocery store doing your weekly stock up. Your list for everything you need, top sellers you’d like to increases and what wasn’t selling much at all. You shop sales and coupons to keep cost down as well as hit wholesale markets. You might not be permitted but you had this side hustle down to a T.
You stop short when you see Scott looking at some watermelon. Its way to big and from the sound it makes old, unless he plans to eat it in the next 24 hours it’ll go bad. Coming up next to him you grab a smaller one the the yellow patch nice and round and giving it a gentle knock, perfect.
“Here this one will be better.” He stares at you chewing his gum with menace. “I’m sorry for what I said the other day. I shouldn’t have said it.”
“I don’t accept your apology.” He says. You roll your eyes.
“Okay. You don’t have to. I’m saying so I feel better about myself and so I don’t have to worry that I cursed you or something.”
“Doesn’t that make it less genuine.”
“I don’t think so. Why do people apologies? They regret doing something, taking ownership, recognize they’ve done something wrong, hurt someone. I’m hitting three of those. Anyway get the smaller watermelon it’ll last longer and be sweeter.”
“Yea I was told by Tyler that I and my crew was to leave you alone. So now I have to buy our own watermelon and come up with some way of cutting it in our shitty motel rooms.” He says. This surprised you, you had assumed the reason no one from StormPar was buying your product was because they thought it was dirty. That Scott had told them you were dirty.
“You guys want to eat my product?” You ask.
“Yea better than that nasty ass pizza and we save so much money by not having to drive into a town that actually has a couple restaurants and a grocery store.”
“Don’t tell me you expected gods country to have luxuries like grocery stores and restaurants. Be grateful it has pluming. I’ll tell Tyler to back off, I’ll sell to you all. Even though I don’t have a permit.”
“I don’t care about that.”
“Sure ya don’t.” You say the sarcasm dripping from your lips.
****
You were on poles tonight. Honestly you preferred poles, more clients often better tips and you weren’t stuck in a private room with a teenager who was celebrating 18 with his uncle or dad or worst mother. You still had March 16th scared in your memory. You were about halfway through your set bra off nipple tassels on and a couple hundred on the floor in front of you.
As the current song fades and a new one starts a group of eight or so men walk in talking the available seats in front of you. From their attire and red faces they were coming from dinner and had gotten wine drunk. You could also see a couple of them reeving up one particular guy in the center who looks worst for wear. Either he just got engaged to his girlfriend or just broke up.
He gains the courage to come up to the stage holding out a twenty, his hand is shacking. Strutting around the pole you come forward heels clicking stopping in front of him turning and dropping down. With your fingers you tell him to loop it into the sting of your underwear. Being low the lights from up top aren’t blinding you and you can see the men much more clearly. And you clearly see Scott sitting with the group chewing on his cheek, jaw set and staring so hard you may have burn marks on your back by the end.
You’re sick to your stomach as you head outside. You had thrown on a jacket but were still in your heels and not much else. After your set the group of men had went and asked for a lap dance luckily you weren’t up and they didn’t know or think to request you but Scott had disappeared. He wasn’t in the main lounge or in a lap dance stall, you doubted they’d book a private room this late in the night so he had to be outside but no StormPar truck sat in the lot. These weren’t StormPar employees these were his friends he’d probably get in trouble driving a company car to a gentleman’s club.
“Looking form me?” He ask coming around the corner smoking a cigarette.
“Scott. Scott I need you to promise you aren’t going to tell anyone about this.”
He gives a laugh. “Shoot I already started the telephone pray tree.”
“Scott I’m serious. There is a reason I work at a strip club so faraway from where I live and do my other business. I don’t need the people who I sell food to and hang out with casually showing up here and watching me get naked for money. It’s happened once before and for some reason these chasers they thought it gave them the right to say and do things to me. It was scary enough the first time I don’t want to repeat it.”
He takes a long drag of his cigarette before putting it out and flicking it away. “Okay. I won’t say anything.”
Your heart is still racing and your breathing heavily and Scott’s just staring at you mainly your naked legs. He licks his lips and you know what he’s thinking about and it irritates you. You wish there was a way where you could pull memories from someones mind, stuff and images they aren’t entitled to know about anymore.
“How come I wasn’t aware of this profession before?”
“Didn’t realize I was beholding to you. I’ll let you know if there’s a career change in my future email it to AssHat underscore one at gmail dot com. I’m sure it’ll redirect to you.”
“You know what, fuck you. I’m sorry you regret what happened between us last year. But I’m getting wipe lash from your hot and cold attitude. Your regrets aren’t my problem stop trying to make me the villain in your story.”
“I’m making you the villain? Scott you do that with out my help just fine. You’re always going around with a chip on your shoulder and a stick up your ass and you burn people and are shocked when they don’t trust you to hold a match while they’re drench in gasoline.”
“Your metaphor’s stupid. Cuz I can count a number of times where I’m the one covered in gasoline and you all take turns striking the match and throwing them right at me. You being the worst.”
You to are closer, voices raised the bouncer was most likely heading your way. Your heels gave you height so you didn’t have to worry about how silly you looked looking up at this man while you fought, just silly that you’re almost naked in platform heels. “I’m the worst. Me. Scott I liked you last year you were an ass clearly, but you took as good as you gave and I defended you. And then you go and screw me.”
“You wanted me to screw you! Enthusiastic consent an excited yes. You were very enthusiastic.”
“I don’t mean screw like that. I mean you screwed me over. You reported me for not having a permit. I stopped selling food for half the year.”
“No I didn’t.” He’s breathing hard now staring daggers at you.
“Yea you did. You made that joke and you gave me those print out on how to get my food license. You said it would protect me.”
“It was a joke and having a food license would protect in case some idiot left your food out all night then ate it the next morning and got sick.” You at this moment realize you have no proof it was Scott who reported you. It could have been anyone.
“Hey!” Its the bouncer. “I’m going to need the two of you to break this up. And you need to get out of here man.”
“That’s fine. I was leaving anyway.” Scott says walking to his truck, hopefully his friend had their own rides.
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A bus of tornado tourist wipes out your product. And you debating on going back home and bring more or just closing up shop. Its still early most of the chasers still out it would be financially rewarding but there’s the fact that Scott’s StormPar truck was still in the lot. It had been there all afternoon but you hadn’t seen him.
You hadn’t seen him since the night at the club when you discovered that he was most likely not responsible for your run in with the heath department. And seeing your behavior form his eyes you come off crazy. It started last year. You and Scott had a flirtatious back and fourth, him being an ass and you being a bitch was a type of edging the two of you were into.
It resulted in a couple hook-up and late night booty calls at the tail end of the season. It had been fun, he liked that you were mean, you liked that his bark didn’t have as strong of a bite. Even after he left the communication continued. Not a lot, sexting yes but also random selfie of a trip to the Gulf (him), a picture of the second place ribbon from the county fair for your butter pecan bars.
Then you got in trouble. Honestly you hadn’t thought it was him but when you texted him telling him about it he had be so dismissive. An I told you so and a link to the the importance of food safety licenses. It had pissed you off and you just assumed he had wanted to teach you a lesson. You had stopped taking to him after that.
And then when the new season hit and he came back you took all that anger out on him wishing him dead, calling him names, convincing other chasers to shun him. It did seem like you were punishing him for sex regrets. It was a pretty big mess you have to clean up and the season was half way over so you didn’t have much time to change the tides but you had to start with him.
Garbing your offering from the bottom of your cooler you head to the back of the motel. You had asked around about his room and got 219. Nearly at the end nothing about his door indicated he had been living in this room for nearly six weeks while the other add something to distinguish them. A logo from their socials or company name. Photos from past storms that they tape to the door. A decorative reef?
Knocking you wait knowing that just because his car was still here didn’t mean he was, he did have a second vehicle you knew and all the other trucks were gone, he could be with them. You hear rustling and feel a weight on the other side of the door. You didn’t think he’d ignore you.
“Scott!” You shout, staring into the peephole. “If you’re in there I got food for you. Butter pecan bars. You said you wanted to try them.” The door flung open and you jump then Scott grabs the cookie plate from your hand and shuts the door.
“Hey! Wait I wanted to talk too.” You knock more persistently. “Asshole open up the door.” Nothing, pressing your ear to the door you can hear music low and drawn. “I’m going to need my plate back.” You step back and stare at the door biting your lip and fidgeting with your hem of your shirt. You thought you’d be given a chance to talk, that he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to yell at you.
“Okay.” You start more calmly. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you this summer. I had assumed you were the one who reported me and well I was being a bitch and I was wrong. So enjoy the cookies and I’ll set the record straight, I don’t know who reported me but I know it wasn’t you. Leave the plate at the front desk when your done.”
The door opens as you turn away, stopping you stare at him. He’s eating one of the cookies leaning on the door dressed more casually, jeans and a faded blue t-shirt. He’s about to say something but then you hear the rodeo all pulling in. The chasers were coming back the loudest being Tyler and his crew. Scott gestures you into his room before anyone makes it around back and shuts the door tamping down the noise.
“So this apology, of the four reasons why someone apologizes what do you hit?” He asks.
“All four. I regret how I’ve behaved, I’m taking ownership that I was in the wrong and am going to try to fix what I’ve done, I recognize that how my behavior was wrong and I hurt you. And this is one where you accepting the apology would make me feel better but I know it’ll take time.”
He leans back against the door crossing his arms in a familiar way putting a wall between you and him and he looks at you. He’s always scrutinizing so its not so off from his normal behavior but you already feel two inches tall so it’s stinging now. You focus on him to try to feel less like a bug under his shoe.
The dumb hats gone, his lose curls falling in front of his face. You on late nights in this very motel would pull that hair back exposing his neck. You skip over his eyes not wanting to meet their intensity moving to the tightness of his mouth. Such a dirty mouth, quick and flippant, you had put his mouth to better use. Moving to his shoulders, biceps, hands, hips, thighs even his feet you could relate to a late night rendezvous a moment where you did something to him or he did something to you. You feel bad for being so judgmental the other night when he was staring at you this must have been what he was doing.
“I should go.” You say moving towards him to get to the door. He doesn’t move. “Scott.” You whisper finally meeting his blue eyes. Harsh, hurt, hungry.
“Don’t go soft on my now. I want my women, loud, mean and demanding. But…” He brings his hand up to your face cupping your jaw and with his thumb presses your lips. You open them and he shoves his thumb in. “Lick.” And you do. Over the tip across the nail to the fist knuckle he pushes it all the way in his hand holding hard to your face his other hand grasping your neck and holding you still. You grasp his forearm licking and sucking till drool dribbles down your chin.
He releases you, him falling back against the door and you the mini fridge. Your both breathing heavy and you wipe the spit from your face. The want had come back on its own but he had reignited the anger, he didn’t have to worry about any softness. He gave a dark bared teeth smile, nether sexy or endearing but it made you stomach twist with desire.
“I don’t want this if its going to be a pity fuck.”
“I don’t sleep with men out of pity.” You say.
You push him against the door garbing his face and start kissing him. He hadn’t shaved and his shadow scratches your skin, his teeth catching your lips and biting, his fingers bruising your hips. Pulling his hair he gives a painful groan loud enough that anyone siting outside or walking by heard. There was a constant pool of who would hook up with who so you imagined some bets were going down.
You kiss down his exposed neck feeling the bob of his throat on your lips, licking the dip where his collar bones met. “Take me to the bed.” You say and he has you up, and dropping you on the bed. “Knees.” You say and he drops. “Take off my pants and underwear.” His fingers are nibble and quick pulling your jean shorts and panties in two hard tugs. You didn’t tell him to be gentle.
You kick you shoes off feeling silly still having them on and sit up. You got him in between your legs on his knees. Pussy wet and wanting and six weeks to catch up on. You bring two fingers to your slit rubbing yourself just inches from his face. “You want this pussy?” You ask. “Cuz she wants you.”
“Yes.” Scott says clipped. “I can see how ready she is.” He licks his lips and gasps when you push your fingers inside yourself. You moan rolling your hips, fucking yourself. “Yeah baby, she’s taking your fingers so good. Opening up her pretty lips, sucking your fingers in.” You feel him push your thighs open spreading you even more his lips finding and kissing the bruised skin form pole practice.
“It’s not enough. She wants me.” He says. “How many months have you been denying her and I’m right here.”
“I’m not stopping you.” You say. “You’re the one just sitting there watching.”
It’s a violent quickness, his mouth on you his tongue spiking into your slit spreading your pussy open. He takes your wrist and licks around your fingers cleaning them before going back to your pussy. Leaving hot little kisses, teeth grazing and nipping at the sensitive skin, sucking and licking.
You grab the back of his head, fingers twisting in his hair and you can feel his moan vibrate through out your body. You start bobbing his head against you, rubbing yourself all along his chin, mouth and nose. “Come on Scott, I know what that dirty mouth of yours can do. I’ve been keeping her from you so long, do your worst.”
You yelp. He bit you. Hard full bite on your pussy lips. You yank his head back ripping at his hair and he gives a whimpering groan. The dumb little smile. “You trying to hurt me?” You ask.
“Yea.” His eyes are blown staring at you and his face is wreaked, you smeared all over him.
“Hurt me then.”
He’s relentless. Using his mouth, teeth, tongue and fingers. At one point he pins your wrist to the sides of you. “Fuck you Scott.” He flips you over and with his thumb torments you clitoris and teases your ass hole.
“Fuck baby. Fuck.” A gush of wetness came from you spilling all over him and down his shirt. “I got you squirting.” He takes off his shirt tossing and then removes his pants. “I’m going to fuck that pretty little pussy, and tomorrow I’m going to fuck that tight little ass and the next day I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours.” You turn and you slap him, he just comes back and you’re kissing. You push your tongue into his mouth tasting yourself. You’re so hot and sticky and wanting still, your voice hoarse and muscles spent.
“Eat what’s on your plate now before planing tomorrows dinner. You got condoms?”
He pulls a roll from his side table and sets the the foil on your mouth. You bite down and he pulls ripping it open. You had done that trick to him last year. And apparently he still thinks about it.
Rolling the condom on he pulls you to the edge on the bed. You’re on your back again him in between your legs stroking his cock. You soak him up, getting a long look of this man that pisses you off but fucks you right. He’s been working out, his arms thicker and more definition in his chest, also sporting a farmers tan, forearms and neck two shades darker then the rest of him.
He pushes into you. One long stroke and you watch his face. The grit in his teeth, the knit in his eyebrows and the relief in his lips. You’re sure the relief is evidence on your face too. The itch being scratched. Your pussy clenches around him, pulling him in and tightening. It feels good to be full to have your legs wrapped around him and his hands holding your waist.
The moment of peace doesn’t last. Good you wouldn’t want it too. He starts thrusting into you. Hard fast, bruising your thighs as skin slaps against skin. You cry out knowing damn well the walls are thin. You press your feet into his ass and pull your shirt up to play with your tits. Somehow they’ve been ignored this whole time.
He groans watching you slip your hands under your bra and squeeze. “Fuck yea. Keep touching yourself. Put on a show for me baby.” You girt your teeth and raise yourself up to slap him across the face again, you grab him by the chin. He slows.
“Don’t make references about my line of work.”
He’s breathing heavily but understanding cross his eyes. “Sorry…sorry.”
“Its okay.” You kiss him, on the cheek you slapped. “You didn’t know. Keep fucking me Scott. You feel so good.” You fall back onto the bed dragging him on top of you. It changes the angle and he hooks his arm around your knee pulling it up to his shoulder. The stretch feels good and you moan into his mouth when he gets back to speed.
“Yes. Yes. God…why do assholes fuck so good.” You say wrapping your hands around his neck and kissing him. The bed was creaking beating against the wall. His hand slips between the two of you and his fingers find your clit. He plays it like a fiddle. And you groan arching your back.
He says something but you don’t catch it. Your blood was rushing through your ears and your heart beat sounds like a drum. Your body tenses, you bite his neck, a wave of pleasure erupts out of you. You’re tail sniping seeing stars acutely aware that he’s still fucking you and then you feel his stomach flex and hand hold so tight that it hurts. He drops his head down his face resting on top of your head.
The two of you sit for a moment letting the rush work out of your system. You feel him kiss the top of your head, hear the soft pluck of his lips. Far to sweet for the sex the two of you just had. He pulls off and out of you and offers you the bathroom first.
There’s a loud pounding at the door and a bunch of hooting and hollering. “Scotty boy got lucky!” Its Tyler you can tell and a bunch of cheering and laughing. You cringe a smile, you were right everyone heard you, and you know what happens next they’ll sit out there and wait for him to come out and cheer him on. You’d think its sexist or something if it wasn’t for the fact that the did it for the ladies too. It was a chaser thing, any storm could be your last so kiss the people you love and celebrate what you can. Even if it’s the asshole that everyone can’t stand but has endeared himself.
“You going to go out there?” You ask.
“No.” He says sourly.
“Why. Give you some street cred.”
“You going to go out there with me?” He ask.
“After I clean up sure. Maybe I’ll get a prize. ‘Removing stick from Scott’s ass award.’” He gets up coming to stand with you at the bathroom doorway. Looking down at you his face still a mess. You reach up to fix his eyebrows. There was still a lot to talk about, forgiveness and what the two of you are now. Last year you pretended it was a one and done(Even thought it was more than once) but this year that’s not an option.
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AN: The ending got away from me there but I think it stuck. Let me know what you think likes, comments and reblogs welcome and check out my other stuff on AO3.
Summary: Living a life of reckless behavior has led you to Scott and a quick, easy and ultimately ending relationship.
CW: Smut, P in V, Fingering, Blow Job, Strip Tease, Dangerous Driving, Little Plot, Dirty Talk.
WC: 2k
AN: I got hit with a bad cold and had no energy to write so this is a few weeks old but here it is. Is this fandom still active? I've read a few fics but they seem to be far and few.
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A joyride with Scott is fun and dangerous and against the rules. One taking a company car out and driving off road in the planes in the middle of the night is a liability. Him bringing you more so. What the two of you get up to after is another rule broken.
Scott floors the truck and you have your head hanging out the wind stinging your warm face and your hair lose and still wet from your shower. You’re laughing spreading your hand out and riding the wind then he turns to the left and you jerk back into the cab your side hitting the conceal and your shoulder pushing into his as he speeds down a new path. You laugh getting onto your knees and leaning over to kiss at his neck. His hand snaking down around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
He spins the wheel, weaving in between a few sad shrubs reaching speeds the two of you were used to when running to or away from a twister. The speed doesn’t scare you or the fast turns and sliding stops. You’ve been in this truck when it flips three times or have felt the back wheels being lifted off the ground. You are wearing a seatbelt during those times but without a devastating display of nature following you around you don’t see it necessary. Besides you couldn’t lean into Scott, pressing your hand down his body and cup his hard cock through his jeans.
You feel the sting of a pinch on your ass, your shorts so short they were merely a formality. Biting at him you push your hand into his shirt to feel the hard muscles beneath. He brings the car to a stop, slow enough to not send you through the window but sort enough to fall back into the dashboard. He slides his hand up and round your neck his thumb pressing at the point under your chin while his fingers brush into your hair. He takes a deep breath smelling your ‘Jasmine Rain’ shampoo.
Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out you lick up his chin to his lips. He sucks it into his mouth pulling your face closer in to a hot messy kiss. Your teeth catch and spit covers your cheeks and chin. Curling your fist into his shirt pushing yourself up against him threading your legs over the conceal to sit in his lap. Scott groans, his hand moving to your shoulders holding you up to him and setting you gentle down on him once you maneuvered your way over.
“Fuck baby. You’re excited. Chase today not’angh?” He asks his blue eyes looking up at you. You lick your lips and press your finger to his. You wonder how many hearts these blue eyes have broken, the devotion in them a lie a trick because he knows that’s how he’s going to get what he wants.
“The chase is the foreplay. Gets my heart pumping, makes me feel alive. I need to spend that energy somehow.” He grips your ass and your cunt feels the bulge in his jeans. Sitting in his lap and making out in the driver seat is hot but no room. You open the door the crisp cold air sending a shiver down your back and he leans into you pressing his face to your neck. “Come on. I’ll give you a show.”
The two of you stumble out of the truck and Scott leans against the grill the head lights still on like a spot light. If this was a car or not a massive truck you’d have had him stay in the seat but him being outside makes it interactive. With just the sounds of the night, insects chirping, dirt shifting and far off animals securing. You start your strip tease.
Bring your hands to your hair, still wet from your shower, Scott likes fucking you when you’re freshly showered. You sway your hips feeling down your body to your tank top, finding the edge and flipping it off to reveal your lacey black bra, the only nice bra you brought and one Scott’s seen many times. You walk towards him bring your hand to his chest and feeling down, coming to his belt. You tap it twice and he’s quick to undo it pulling it from the loops and handing it to you. You use it as a prop stretching it out and dancing around with it before bending down to show off your ass and shimmy out of your shorts. While the left little to the imagination they did hid the red thong.
Disregarding the belt and your shorts you walk back to him his eyes following the lines of your body his nonchalance posture betrayed by the way he sucks in his lips as you get closer. You wonder when your reckless behavior is going to catch up with you. The dangerous job, jeopardizing that job, joyrides in the middle of the night and sexy men who were never more than this moment. Scott was most likely working on his ‘How to go our separate ways’ speech, the two of you had maybe a couple more weeks. Worst part was that he though you were going to be the devastated one.
Dropping to your knees you unzip his jeans and pull them and his boxers down. His cock springs free, thick and dripping. Taking him in your hand you spit on it and start working your wrist. Up, down, your thump fingering over the head. He falls back onto the grill of the truck still running with a low hum the headlights harsh, his arm creating a shadow when he rest his hand on the back of your head.
You spit on his cock again but then use your tongue to spread the spit around. You lick up and down, the flat base of your tongue to cover more of him but then changing to the tip to trace along the ridges and veins.
“God baby. You’re so good. Such a tease.” He starts rolling his hips rubbing himself on your tongue. You drop your hands and open your mouth wider and he makes his whole in one, fucking into your mouth. “Fuck…Babe…baby…” He’s whining out the words his hands holding your head in place the sounds your mouth and his cock make wet and lewd and thunderous in your ears. You begin sucking and his thighs quiver his movements stops as you hollow your cheeks and pull him all the way in. Snapping your head back with a pop he moans looking down at you his face red with heat and his hair tossed. You give him a smug smile and he pulls you up by your chin.
Pushing you against the truck, splaying your hands on the hood he presses himself into your back his cock rubbing along your crack. “You know if this company didn’t waste their money on these stupid monster trucks I could properly bend you over the hood and fuck you.” His nose presses into your hair and he breaths in deep.
“Those jackasses.” you say. You pull your thong off and his hand comes up between your legs and cups your cunt. Wet and ready he doesn’t wait pushing two fingers in. You hiss his name, your walls fluttering as he pumps his fingers finding your spot and hitting it with perfect precision. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you lift your leg resting your foot on the bumper.
Scott rubs himself against your ass his mouth hot on your neck. He balls your hair into his fist pulling it back and you stare up at the night sky. You spot the blinking light of a plane flying to or from and you smile at the fact no one up there is even thinking someone down here is being fucked so good.
Your moan is startled and low when he bites your shoulder. Pulling his fingers out of you and whipping them on your leg he hooks his hand around your knee and you brace yourself against the truck.
“Got you good and ready.” He says. “Going to fill you up now too. You want that don’t y’cha baby. You want my cock?”
“Yes.” You whine. “Please! Please give it to me.” He licks up to your ear and bites at it his nose going into your hair, dried by now but he breaths deep and you chock out his name. Lining himself up he’s slower, easing himself into you. The stretch pinches for just a moment and he pauses when you groan pitches.
“You can take it. I know you can.” He says.
Nodding your head you reply, “Yes. I can. I want it.”
He continues pushing till he’s all the way in. You bite your lip your body so tense and full, your skin burning and your heart pounding in your ears. Your only foot on the ground on your tiptoes, your thighs shaking and your cunt squeezing him for everything he’s worth.
You can feel Scott’s heart beat in your back. His breath tickling your skin and the sting of his hand pulling your hair. He pulls back and snaps back in thrusting into you. You meet each thrust, rocking back into him the sound of skin on skin. He goes faster having to release your hair and hold you at your lower stomach. The sweat pulls at your temple and the cool air of the night mixes with the heat of your skin. Inside you feel your body swell, twisting tighter. Scott’s hand grips your stomach in a way that’s both pleasurable and painful.
“Fuck!” He shouts. His movements is quickening and he’s losing control. He drops your knee and both hands grab your waist holding you, bringing your cunt to him. You push back arching your back giving yourself a new angle. “Fuck.”
“Let me have it.” You say looking back at him. “In me. Please.”
His face crumbles. Eyes dark dropping, mouth falling open, tongue sticking out like he can taste the sex in the air. He comes inside you, the noise he makes, whiney and breathless. You feel him filling you up, your legs straining and you rest your forehead on the truck. He pulls out but he isn’t done.
His hand comes to your messy cunt. His thumb slides along your opening spreading his cum over his fingers. The sound your cunt makes when he pushes them in is so lewd you’re actually embarrassed. He finds the spot again and pules into it his other hand resting firmly on your back.
Your voice is horse and your body can’t take it anymore. You tense all together like your about to fold into yourself and then your coming over his hand shouting his name and it’s him that keeps you up because your legs have fully given out.
You fall back onto his chest, you don’t want to rest on the dirty truck. He hold you tight and in the after bliss your both impressed and disgusted with the public sex. He’s still dripping from you and you think that having unprotected sex with a man who is going to break up with you soon is another bad idea but you’re to tired to care.
Scott gathers your clothes. You don’t bother with the shorts or the thong the shirt will be long enough to go from car to motel room when you got back. Climbing into the passenger seat Scott starts the truck back up. The two of you need to get the car back before anyone noticed it missing, the joyride was over but there was still two more weeks and though it wasn’t smart the two of you were going to stay on this roller coaster till the end.
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AN: I came up with the title before the story and wanted to write something a little different, all my M fics settings are bedroom or livingrooms. Please let me know what you all think, likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed.
Summary: Clark's girls think back on the times they went flying with their dad.
CW: None Rated G
WC: 700
Same world as Alien Romance
AN: A quick family story, I was wanting to write about Clark's daughters thinking back on their childhood and flying seemed like a good point of focus.
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Jonny:
My first memory of flying I thought was a dream. Hazy and distance, I was there but I wasn’t at the same time. I was young no older than two and I’m told they couldn’t get me to sleep. I remember being in my dads arms, my cheek pressed to his chest and hearing his heartbeat. The wind rushed by and it was night. The lights of the stars were bright and twinkling but they weren’t the stars they were Metropolis. Miles below going in and out as we traveled between clouds. His hands held tight to me, firm, protecting. I don’t remember being frightened at all. I was lulled to sleep by the wind and his heart and the presence that I was safe.
Gemma:
I developed the ability to fly much earlier than anyone was prepared for. I was 22 days away from my tenth birthday and I was on the farm. Ma and Jonny were there and we were showing her who could jump the highest and I won. I remember screaming as I left the ground and my legs when up over my head and I floated away. I started crying as the wind caught me and pulled me, the farm house and barn disappearing from the horizon. I cursed it was the first time I had used that kind of language out loud and I didn’t care if my parents heard because I was stuck in the sky with no way of getting down. My dad found me. My shock at seeing him flying next to me is burned into my body. I didn’t know he was Superman at this point. I remember crying harder, the snot dropping from my nose. I was also upside down to him my arms and legs spread out like a starfish because I had no idea what was up and what was down. He flipped me over and pulled me into his arms and used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe my nose. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his neck. He held tight his hands rubbing my back telling me I was okay, that I would learn. I realized that he wasn’t moving, he was standing still the wind blowing mine and his hair but not moving us. He wasn’t going to let me float away. I was safe and he was strong.
August:
I never inherited my fathers gifts. Superhuman strength, faster then a speeding train, and flight were out of my reach. But he would take me to the skies, when the sun was setting and bright orange and soft pink filled the horizon he would pull me in his arms and take off. I would wrap my legs around his torso when I was little and wasn’t embarrassed to be carried by him and when I got older I would stand on his feet and hold onto his arms because I was embarrassed at the idea of my dad caring me. Despite knowing that I couldn’t fly I was never afraid I knew I was safe, he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I would see the world from a view few ever could, happy, protected, his hands on my shoulders and my head resting on his chest.
(Bonus)
Martha:
The last time Clark took me flying I knew it would be the last. I was so tired, I didn’t want to eat anymore and the doctors told us, ‘Make her comfortable.’ I was delirious during those last few months, and angry and confused. I could see it on Clark’s face, on the girls and Lois’s, I wasn’t acting like myself. But this morning I woke up and everything felt normal. I was coherent, talkative, happy. The girls took me for a walk around the farm, I went through old photographs with Lois and Clark took me flying. He carried me in his arms bridle style how Jon did when he brought me to this farmhouse when we married. He went slow, the wind gentle, the weightlessness comforting. Clark had been crying and I wiped at his tears. I saw the farm, its green grass and expanding land crest, I thought of Jon and how I hoped he could see what we’ve made of this place. I rested my hand, aged, discolored, lined with work of a life well lived on Clark’s, strong, comforting but shacking. I squeezed it and he pulled me into him his face pressing into my neck my boy grown, with a family of his own, but still my little boy. I felt comfort and peace and ready.
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Let me know what you all think. I'm on season 4 of Smallville and hope to write more of these as I continue with the story. Like, comment and reblogs are always welcomed.
Summary: While out on a girls day the conversation leads to what Lois and Clark get up to behind closed doors.
CW: Smut, Little Plot, Kink Conversations, Couples talking about sex, non-penetration sex, Backshot, Coming on someone, Nipple play, Breast play, Dirty Talk, Clark is embarrassed by his kinks, Lois loves teasing him, Do we get the title?
WC: 3K
AN: I've been on one hell of a writers block but here it is. While I did start and stop this fic 3-4 times I like how it turned out. I was inpired by the fact that I've written many stories where Clark comes on Lois and I feel like its his thing now. Enjoy.
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“What about you Lois? Anything odd about Clark?” Cat asks from across the coffee table. Her, Cat and Sloan had a girls days of thrifting and vintage shopping and now they were resting their feet at her favorite coffee house.
Lois looks up at her aware the question had many implications. There was a lot of odd things about Clark but with the context clues of the conversation thus far this was about sex. “Oh Clark’s pretty shy about sex. I think his country up bringing and all.”
Sloan gives a short knowing laugh. “Leave it to Lois to have us spill our secrets but not hers.”
“Come on Lois I just told you that Josh likes licking chocolate syrup off of me. Clark has got to have something.” Cat says playing with her straw. “You two have had sex right?”
“Yes!” Lois says. “We’re not that backwards.”
“Is he into feet? We won’t judge you if he is.” Sloan says.
“He’s not into feet, not like that at least. He does like it when I wear pantyhose.” She says. “That has been a recent development though.” Both women lean in eyebrows raised. She should feel embarrassed about this conversation but she wasn’t finally being able to talk about her and Clark’s relationship openly has been fun. No more pretending or sidestepping the truth. However there is something about Clark that might be hard to explain.
“Clark’s big. Like huge.” She holds out her hands to show them. They both look at her, Cat’s mouth falls open and Sloan biting her lip.
“No wonder you got with him then.” Sloan says.
“Is he cocky about it? He’s so quite and shy at the office.” Cat adds.
“No he’s not cocky about it. But it does mean sex is a little different.”
“How so?” Sloan asks.
Lois looks around to make sure no one is looking at them, with her hands she mimics penetration. “This isn’t always possible. So we do other stuff.” All the women look at each other, one second, another. Cat breaks first laughing and Lois and Sloan follow.
“Oh my god! Are you serious. What do you guys do?”
“When you said big I though you were exaggerating.”
Lois starts coughing she’s laughing so hard. Finding her coffee she sips it to calm down. “Okay Okay. I’m serious. We do. He’s really good with his mouth.”
Cat has tears spilling from her eyes and Lois comment has her nearly on the floor. And Sloan has turned away from them both trying to keep herself together.
“His mouth! Girl.”
It takes a minute for them to get themselves under control. Cat goes to the counter to get them some water and they are aware the employees and guest were staring at them. They end their conversation and move on to lighter more appropriate conversation. The three head their separate ways and Lois makes her way home the day barely spent.
When she gets home she keeps her shoes on to trick her mind that she can’t just sit around the rest of the day. She puts the clothes she bough in the wash along with some laundry she needed to get done. Hangs up the new frame and did the dishes. Clark arrives with an early dinner for the two of them.
“How was your day?” Lois asks handing him a plate.
“Good. Ma and Pa needed the extra hand. Did have to help in an overturned semi but a rather good morning. How was your day with the girls?”
Lois chews on her spicy pasta and debates on telling him the truth. Would he be upset at her discussing their sex life, probably embarrassed but she had complimented him technically. And Cat would make a job about his size tomorrow for sure so best to warn him now.
“It was good. Cat and Sloan got to learn more about you. The larger then life side.” His eyebrows furrow and the lettuce falls from his fork. Lois laughs.
“What do you mean.”
“They asked about our sex life. I told them how big you were.”
He drops his fork his face going red. “Lois! Why? Why would you talk about that.”
“They were going to ask about us considering we’ve just made our relationship official and women talk about sex. I learned a lot about Josh today.”
He scrunches his lips and moves his alfredo around with his fork. “Is that all you told them.” He asks shyly.
“I also told them what you like to do to me in bed.”
He sputters. “What. Lois I have to see Cat tomorrow. She’s going to say something.” He hides his face in his hands and Lois feeling bad sets her plate on the coffee table and moves next to him on the couch. Resting her hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t go in detail. It was a little gossip between friends. Cat won’t be sending it to the presses. If it will make you feel better I can tell you all about Sloan’s new man, I don’t think it’s going to last.”
He drops his shoulders turning to look at her. “No. I don’t think I want to know. I guess I didn’t know women talk about this stuff. I don’t like that Cat knows I like to, you know, on you.”
Lois tilts her head at him. She doesn’t know. “Huh?”
He looks at her his face still red. “I don’t like that Cat knows. She’s your friend yeah but my coworker, I won’t be able to look at her for a couple of days.”
“Yeah I got that but the other part you like to what on me?” They both look at each other both confused by the other’s confusion.
“What did you tell Cat I liked to do to you?” He asks.
“That you like to go down on me, because you’re so big and penetration isn’t always pleasurable.” She leans back, Clark nearly always gave her head, he was the first guy she’d been with that didn’t consider it an after though or part of an exchange program.
Clark looks away going back to his plate. “Right. I do like doing that.”
“What did you think I told them?”
“Nothing.”
“No, what do you like doing to me that had you’re so embarrassed about them knowing.”
She moves closer, resting her hand on his thigh and leaning in. “Please tell me.”
The redness has spread from his face to his neck and his knee bounces. Taking a breath he says. “I though you told them that I like to…umm, come on you.”
She curls her lips in trying to stop herself from laughing and Clark seeing her reacting shoots up collecting his plate and trash. Lois follows and quickly tries sooth over his bruised ego. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh.” She says. Resting her hands on his back. “I guess I didn’t realize that was such a common occurrence.” He covers his plate and puts it in the fridge before turning to her and resting against the counter. She places her hands on his waist and looks up at him.
“You’ve never noticed? I assumed you liked it to.” His hands come to rest on her shoulders and his fingers press into the exposed skin of her back. Lois thinks, Clark coming on her did happen a lot but she never attributed to a kink just a side effect to the type of sex they had. She didn’t like swallowing so there were a couple of times she got a facial. There was once when they were doing penetration but she had to tap out halfway through and Clark redirected his attention and she remembers that despite having had put on a condom he did spill all over her stomach.
“Well I never said I didn’t. Can I ask why you like it? Like where does the satisfaction come from?”
“I don’t know.” He starts. “I like seeing you covered in me. You always look so…good and…” He’s looking at Lois now licking his lips, eyes travailing down to her face to her chest and cleavage.
“And?”
“Ah…dirty…” She gives a playful smile as he looks away.
“You like me dirty.” It is a statement. Her arms wrap around him completely, her hands traveling up his back. “Your dirty girl.” His hands press just a bit tighter onto her shoulders. She goes to her tip toes bringer her lips to his neck and his hands come around her back. She kiss him moving up to the joint of his jaw and whispers in his ear. “Get me dirty.”
He picks her up wrapping her legs around him and his hands holding her at her ass. Her hands go into his hair scrapping her nails into his scalp and she bits at his lips his tongue pushing into her mouth. They are moving she’s sure but she continues kissing him, pulling away and going back in his mouth wet and hot.
He drops his hold on her legs but she doesn’t fall to the bed. Instead she holds on still kissing him letting her legs find the bed and folding them onto it until she’s resting on her knees. She slides her hands down his shoulders and roams over his chest finding the first button. Pulling her mouth from his she starts undoing his shirt. Clark watches letting her get his off first and when she pulls the button down off his shoulders he grabs the under shirt and tosses it, then going for hers pulling up and over her head.
Lois laughs reaching behind herself and undoing her bra letting it fall off her arms to the floor and falls back onto the bed to undo her pants and Clark is quick pulling them off. He kicks off his own a second later then he’s crawling on top of her. He spreads his kisses all over her. Knee, thigh, hips, stomach, breast, shoulder, neck. Lois arches into him feeling the hardness of his body, firm, unmovable, over taking hers, hiding her.
A shiver runs trough her. Goosebumps spreading over her arms and an ache burning in her stomach. Something she wouldn’t have been able to go into detail with Cat or Sloan is her odd wants and turn ons. Clark’s strength being one of them. His god like stamina another. She could and has sat on his face and she’s the one needing the break.
Lois finds his hands dragging them up her body and placing them on her breast. He takes the hint and squeezes them gentle at first. His mouth finds hers and he pushes his tongue in while his thumbs circle her nipples turning them into hard pebbles. She hitches herself around his hips and he scooches to his knees to give himself more leverage.
Pinching her nipple, twisting one between his thumb and pointer, rubbing it along the indents of his fingers. “Fuck! Clark.” She shouts bucking into his hard torso her head falling back into the mattress. The ache in her momentary satisfied.
“You like it when I’m hard on your breast.” He says, a tease really like he’s pointing out her hypocrisy. “You tell your friends that?” He grabs her nipple and pulls up on it before dropping it and she feels the weight of her breast come down and jiggling.
“They asked about your wants not mine.” She mutters. She’s sweating her heart pounding as his finger circles around her breast coming back to the center point. He laughs then licks her abused nipple. Sucking it into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth.
Lois runs her hand through her hair her back arching into his as he continues to uses his mouth and hand on her breast, switching off between them. She can feel his cock against her stomach, it’s pulsing heat and twitching need. Her pussy aches with him like they’re already connected.
When he squeezes at the base of her breast so he can fit more of her into his mouth she reaches between the two of them and grabs his cock. The moan he gives vibrates through her whole body and when he pulls away to look up at her she can see the slobber still connecting this mouth to her breast. His eyes are a bright blue and wild. Drugs don’t effect him but when they have sex Clark uses the expression ‘High on you,’ she could believe it with how he’s watching her.
“Don’t stop because my hands are full.” She goats flexing her fingers and earning a soft groan. “I might need a little help though.” She lets go and brings her open palm to him and he spits in it. She takes his cock again the velvety softness of the skin, spit making the back and forth motion of her wrist easier. She watches Clark’s face the crumble of his eyebrows the softness of his jaw, the droll dripping from the corner of his mouth. She brings her free hand to his cheek and sweeps at it putting it and her thumb into his mouth and he sucks on it.
Pulling his face to hers she kisses him, hot heady kisses often broken and distracted by a moan or catching a breath. She continues to pump his cock base to tip, her thumb flicking over his head and pushing into it. Clark’s cock is big, and hard(Because of blood flow) but its also like the rest of him. Hard in the way that his arms, and neck and chest are, like just under the skin she can dimple when she touches him is the alien hardness. She’s wondered if he could have sex without being turned on but they’ve never test the theory and why would they, getting turned on is half the fun.
Clark works his way back to Lois’s breast. He wraps his arms around her and lefts her up setting her in his lap. She feels the weightlessness and when his back hits the headboard and he’s slightly lower down but at eye leave with her chest she knows he floated at some point. She gives a laugh and falls forward her hand going to his shoulder, keeping herself up with her knees her other hand still working his cock and his face pressed in between her breast.
He sucks at them pulling them into his mouth and letting gravity help when they dangle over his tongue. She has to switch hands, spitting in the new one and quickening the pace, changing from a back and forth to a corkscrew motion. Clark groans into her skin his hand at her hip truly being the only thing keeping her up right, her knees gave out minutes ago. The hand at her back travels down past her ass, pinching it in the drive by. He cups her pussy the tips of his fingers hovering over her entrance.
Her body shudders, her head falling down on top of his. She feels his lips move into a smile and she squeezes around his cock hard, it doesn’t hurt him but he does groan. He feathers his fingers over her pussylips, soft, slow, teasing. She sways her hips back into him trying to feed the want burning in her, dripping out of her but he keeps her back.
“C-clark…” She whines as his hand holds her in place. His fingers glide over her spreading the wetness around and coating them. He bites at her nipple when he pushes his first finger in, all the way to the knuckle. She moans pressing her face into the pillow beside his head her mouth hot against his ear. He rolls his hand pumping his finger in and out of her. Her pussy fluttering around him a second finger is inserted and she can’t keep herself up anymore. She releases his cock and drops on him both their skin sticky with sweat.
“You touch me so good.” She says low into his ear. “Get me so hot and needy.” She licks along the shell of his ear down to the lobe and bites it. “Am I your dirty girl yet?” His free hand come to grip her thigh and hold tight to her.
“Not yet.” He sides the hand on her thigh over her her ass and grasps his cock. Rubbing the head against her pussy and entering another finger. Lois grips tight to his biceps her back arching as his fingers quicken. She clenches around them the pleasant sting of being separated feeling so good. His cock rubbing against her clit, his hips rolling into her. His lips brush over her bruised breast and their breaths filling the space between them.
Lois gives a sharp throaty moan when he adds a third finger her nails digging into his skin. Her body shakes the stretch to much, the tightness breaking and sweet relief spilling out of her. His fingers ride out her climax coaxing it, making it last longer. When he removes his fingers he fist his cock and she can feel him rubbing himself down, using her cum as the lube. She rest her head on the top of his and whispers.
“Come on big boy, I want to be dirty. All over me.” His body trembles, muscles going tense and he presses his cock flush with her ass. She feels the hot steams of his cum on her back shooting all the way up to her shoulders. With each groan more of him spills over her and his hands grip tight to her. When he finishes he pulls her down so they were face to face but he isn’t looking at her. Instead he pulls her hair from her back and fits his head on her shoulder and looks down at the mess he’s made.
The room is quite aside from their breathing. They lay for awhile his hands brushing up her sides tickling a bit. Her body becomes stiff and she needs to move. Slowly she gets to her hands and knees careful to not make a mess. Clark looks up at her his eyes still the wild blue, his face wet and sticky. She leans down and kisses him.
“What else are you into?”
“You.” He says.
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AN: Hope you all liked it. This story did get me thinking that Clark might be the type of guy who likes having his dick bite so look out for that story. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed. Let me know what you all think.
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Summary: Your in Oklahoma for a trip and meet a couple storm chasers, Scott and Leah, and they show you one hell of a time.
CW: Little Plot, Smut, V Fingering, P in V, Oral Sex, Choking, Finger sucking, Long Smut Scene, Threesome-FFM, V Licking & Eating, British Reader, Hook-up, Creep Man (Not Scott)
WC: 6.2K
AN: Probably my most niche story. A Reader and OC, crazy work. I wanted to write another Scott Threesome with reader and a women but I don't think any of the women from the movie would sleep with Scott so Leah came about, I named her after the Twilight character since the two bond over it.
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Oklahoma is a dry hot dusty place, empty in most parts and breathtaking in its beauty. The nights of endless skies and open plains, the Native American landmarks and wild bison. And the twisters. Coming to America had taken years of preparing, doing a road trip across the country has led you to this often over looked state but you wanted adventure and getting up close and personal with a twister seems a good way to get it.
You stand with the others, those who booked a tour, they drive you up near a tornado, you take some pictures get to feel the wind and rain then they take you home. When you sent your sister the conformation information despite how late it was, she called to ask you if you had lost your mind. Laughing you said you’d be find. And you will be, you think.
There’s a lot of people moving around, trucks pulling in, laptops being pulled out and groups hunch around them. You hadn’t realized there was so much work in finding a twister, they weren’t a weather condition you’d ever had to concern yourself with. The tour guide and bus driver went up to one of the groups and started talking to them and you bored and wanting some answers to look for someone.
They were the only group in a uniform so you concluded professionals. It also helps the man you’re walking up to is tall, broad shoulder with muscular arms. He stands alone a laptop sitting on the hood of his car and he checks back to a second one.
“Are we going to get lucky tonight?” You ask.
He stops and looks up at you from under his ball cap. He’s eyes are blue and mean, lips turned into a sneer. You roll your eyes asking yourself how even in another country the men you find attractive have an attitude problem.
“A twister?” You ask in a voice that gets across you think he’d dumb.
“Dang and here I thought I’d get my wish. A beautiful British women in my bed.” The voice came from the open truck window and you angle you head to see a redhead sitting in the driver seat. You check her out, eyes roaming up her body. She’s pretty, tan skin, full lips, her eyes reminded you of a cat. You give her a smile and she returns it.
Getting out of the truck she’s wearing the same uniform as the guy. She’s shorter than you and much curvier this doesn’t intimidate you, you find you like women as much as men.
“Don’t worry about sourpuss here, he thinks if he glares enough everyone will get the memo to leave him alone.” She leans over the mirror and adds. “To bad is just attracts more people to him, kind hearted people who thinks he’s got no friends. The names Leah by the way and this is Scott.”
You look back at Scott who is ignoring the both of you and still tapping away on his computer. You give them your name and he finally acknowledges you when Leah tells him too.
“No. There’s not enough pressure. Any funnel that tries forming breaks up to quickly. Looks like your adrenaline chase isn’t happening.” Scott says looking back at the bus you had come from. “Too bad.”
Giving a condescendingly sweet smile you say, “Luckily form me I will be here tomorrow. And the tour will continue to let me come until I get to see my twister.”
“Well if you’re going to be here tonight come join us at our bonfire, it’s always a fun time.” Leah says.
“Yeah, I’ll be here.”
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That evening you hitch a ride with some of the other tornado tourist and make it back to the motel that the chasers were staying at, the tour stayed at a slightly better place across town. The chasers motel parking lot is packed a few campers and RV’s set up with groups of people mingling, music coming from all corners, room doors open and people passing between them.
You get swallowed up with the crowd accepting an unopened can of cold American beer from someone, you’ve developed a taste for it. You don’t see a fire or Leah or Scott for that matter but if there’s one thing you’ve leaned in your months of travel it’s going with the flow. Talking to other foreigners who are interested in the uniquely American weather condition and chasers giving their stories of crazy twisters and close calls.
The drinking, the slipperiness of the night, the lack of any rules, the coming and going has you letting your guard down. You find an open room, asking the guys if you could use the bathroom and one waves you in. Your head is dizzy and your thinking its time you head back to your motel but you haven’t seen the people you road with since you got here, they may already be gone. You’ll ask around, someone might be doing a beer run soon. When you finish up and head out, only there is one guy in the room now and the main door is shut.
“Sorry, I’ll get out of your way if you’re heading to bed.” You say aware your voice is slurred.
“You can stay. Thought the two of us could talk but it’s so loud so I shut the door.” He’s sitting at the chair next to the desk and he’s leering at you and the warning sparks are firing in your brain but your body is slow to the response.
“No, I need to be getting back, I have a big morning tomorrow.” You say.
“I love your accent. What part of England is it from?” He asks.
“I need to be going.” You say walking to the door. He gets up to stop you but a thundering knocking gets you both jumping. It’s louder than the music and the crowd outside and it’s continues causing you to grab your head to stop the splitting headache. The creep opens the door just a crack but its slammed in all the way and he falls to the ground. You’re confused seeing Scott in the doorway sneering at the guy on the ground and he looks at you and asks.
“Were you wanting to stay in here?” You shack your head no then wince when your head hurts again. He takes your hand and leads you out. There is still music and over all rowdiness going on, some watch you while most continue on with their night.
“How did you know?” You ask as he takes you across the parking lot to the other building of rooms. Stopping he turns to look at you. “How did you know I was in there?”
“Leah saw you head in. She doesn’t trust that guy, he’s been creeping on some of the women here. She saw you go in, saw he shut the door a minute later. Came and got me.”
“Oh…Well I’m lucky she’s watching out for me.” You feel as if you might cry but that would make the headache worst so you suck in your breath and wipe your eyes. Scott moves standing between you and the building and for a moment you think he’s about to walk away but he just stays there and you realize he’s hiding you from the commotion, allowing you to reset without other prying.
“Come on were in the back.” You follow him around the building and see a few more campers and several groups with campfires set up. It’s quitter back here the sound carrying but not as pounding. It’s cooler too, less bodies more space and while the motel is nothing to look at the open space is oddly beautiful. The sky going on for miles and the dark expanses, how big this area truly is. You didn’t even know there were people back here till now.
Leah jumps from her seat and comes to give you a hug. “Do you want to call the police?” She asks.
“And tell them what? I went into a guys room and he shut the door on me? It’s whatever.” You say. She brings you to a folded chair and Scott hands you a water and a bottle of headache relief. You take the pills and sip the water watching the fire crackle and pop. Its quite and calming but your breathing quickens.
Leah’s hand comes to your shoulder and she says. “Let’s play two truths and a lie.”
“Leah.” Scott says.
“What? It’s a good ice breaker and it’ll get your mind off of everything else. I’ll go first.” She stops to think then says, “In 6th grade I snuck out to go to a midnight lunch party for the New Moon movie at Barnes and Nobles. I’ve never left the country. I have a twin sister.”
You laugh. “I believe the New Moon one, I begged my mom to take me to the London premier when I was fifteen, I think for Breaking Dawn. She didn’t. I’m going to say haven’t left the country isn’t it a thing that a large percentage of Americans don’t have a passport.”
“Scott?” Leah asks.
He looks uninterested but replies, “You have a twin brother not sister.”
“Righto!” She says.
“That’s not fair you two know each other.”
“You go then,” Scott says. You think for a minute.
“Okay. I work for my parents. In year 9 I was suspended from school because I was taking text for other students. I’ve been married and divorced.”
Scott and Leah both eye you up and down. Then Leah asks for your age which you give and the two debate. Finally Leah say, “Married and divorced.” Scott agrees.
“Wrong. I work for my sisters company not my parents.” You say.
“Dang. Well I guess if you get married young you divorce young too.” Leah says. “Scott your turn.”
“I’m not playing. Besides we should be heading to bed soon anyway.”
“Ahh you’re no fun.” You say but getting up. “I need to find a ride back to my hotel.” Scott gives you a look and Leah jumps up.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. To much drinking and all. You can stay in my room tonight. We’ll drive you back in the morning.”
“You don’t have too. I’m sure someone is heading that way tonight.” You say, you don’t want to put Leah out. Besides you wanted to be alone tonight.
“Don’t worry about it. You can have my room and I’ll bunk with Scott, he won’t mind.” She says. You look at Scott and he gives a shrug not annoyed or even bothered by the suggestion of having to share his room.
“If you’re okay with it. What time do I need to be up?”
“Eight.” Scott says as he pours water over the fire then stomps on it when he’s done. The embers die down and without it’s heat the cold travels up your skin. Leah lead you to her room and points that Scott’s room is right next door at the end of the second building and the other room is another StormPar employee. The guy’s room from earlier is across the parking lot but it’s shut and quite and Leah says if you have any problems call over.
You get in and let Leah grab anything she needs before shutting and locking the door. You pull off your clothes and wash your face before crawling into bed in just your underwear and you’re out fast.
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The next morning you’re up the sleep was fine but you want a shower badly and to brush your teeth. There’s a knock at the door and it’s Scott, gathering your things you following him to his truck and the two of you are heading down the road. The sun is bright and hot and you find the hot and cold temperatures of this state its most annoying quality.
When Scott pulls a piece of gum from his middle conceal you taste the grossness of your own mouth and ask, “Can I have a piece?” Eyeing you he holds it out.
“Thanks, sorry I didn’t bring a toothbrush last night so my mouth feels so gross. Sorry for putting you and Leah out last night too.”
“You didn’t.” He says. “Just glad she saw before things got worst. I don’t think that guy will be there tonight. He’s being acting weird to all the women, between StormPar, Tyler’s rednecks and Nator Squad he’ll get the message. He’s been trying to get with a twister groupie and assumes every women he talks to is one.”
You laugh, you didn’t mean to this was a serious problem but you couldn’t help it. “Twister Groupies? That’s a thing?”
Scott pulls into your motel parking lot turns to you with a grin and you think he’s cute when he smiles. “There’s a groupie for everything but yeah twister groupies are real, I’ve had a fun time with a couple of them over the years. Leah too.”
You laugh again, “Is that so. How does one know if they are a twister groupie? Do they just follow you guys around from state to state? Do they get to live in the van like Rockstar groupies?”
“Some do, some just stick to one area and show up every year when we’re in town but they are normally very passionate about chasing, know about twisters, the big storms the freak incidents. And they want to hook up with chasers, are very thrilled to do so.”
“Fascinating, there’s a whole side to this community I wasn’t even aware of. Why did you get into chasing? The groupies?”
He rolls his eyes at you and shakes his head no then says, “To many of the guys I went to school with have become apathetic and I don’t want that to happen to me.”
You nod, “Hard to be apathetic when facing disaster most days of your life. Thanks for the ride.” You get out and head inside ready to wash the smoke and grim of last night away.
After the shower, food and cheap motel coffee you feel better. You meet up with your tour group and head out to chaser’s ground control area. There’s a storm coming you can see it in the distance and there are less chasers at their meeting space many already out on the hunt. The tour guide goes over protocol again and hands out ponchos.
You won’t be that close but you will get wet and wind conditions will be severe any phone or camera needs to be strapped to you and at no point are you to walk away from the bus. If shit hits the fan you need to be able to get back onto it with in two minutes of the warning call.
Your heart is thundering in your chest and as the bus drives and you see the wind in the distance you think your mom and sister were right. You step off with the others the wind whipping your hair and rain pelting your skin. The poncho does little and when you walk you fell your body being pushed parallel with the bus.
The twister is long and skinny and even from a distances its power overwhelms you. Holding up your phone strapped to your wrist you take a few pictures unable to check if they are turning out, you change to video and catch a part of a roof being ripped from barn. Whipping at your eyes and spluttering you fall to your knees. The wind is getting stronger.
Pulling yourself up you hold on to the side of the bus and use the tiny pair of binoculars, you see StormPar trucks driving along side the twister. Impossible small next to mother nature. They are scrambling around, and a few others too. From the bus you see one of the trucks pull off and two people get out. It’s hard to tell at first to much wind, debris and distance but Leah’s hat flies off and her red hair makes her stick out. The guy with her has to be Scott, from his stance to the way he hold one hand to her back as they run back to the car.
They drive away and you see what ever they had taken out almost intensely gets sucked up into the twister. A blaring whistles sounds and you jump recognizing the warning call to get back onto the bus. There is a mad dash by every and you fall again splashing yourself with mud and probably something else but you laugh getting yourself back up and being the last aside from the tour guide. The bus peels away having to go towards the twister before finding a road to turn around in. From your seat you watch the disaster disappear and the hard rain and strong wind lose its hold. As the bus turns down onto the main road the StormPar truck comes up behind it and you give a smile to Leah and Scott.
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It’s pandemonium back at the chaser’s motel. Several had touched down and the adrenalin was running wild. It helped too that the areas affected were open empty spaces, so no casualties or even severe damage which does make the whole idea of paying to watch disasters an easier pill to swallow.
There are people everywhere. Drinking and the smell of pot in the air. Music blaring, someone pulled out a karaoke machine from somewhere and a guy in a cowboy hat stands in the bed of a red truck with a friend sharing a mic and singing a off key rendition of, “Running up that Hill.” You have a buzz but you haven’t drank anything, when you got back you were laughing so hysterically you were crying. You were more afraid then you had known and you felt like you had ran a marathon. Your body was so tight.
You got another ride with the same group because you couldn’t be alone with these feelings. You wanted to feel the peek with everyone, mainly with Leah and Scott. Finding Leah in a group of other women shotgunning beer you get splashed by one and when she’s done she grabs you and gives you a hug.
“Welcome to the club of chasing! Did you piss your pants?”
“No.” You shout. “I did cry.” You’re both laughing and she hands you a beer. Finding the week point you do the same drinking what you can but spraying yourself mostly.
“The jackass is gone and you got me and Scott so let loose we won’t let anything happen to ya.” Leah says.
“Don’t go crazy.” Scott says coming up behind you. “You either Leah we have to work tomorrow too. Everyone’s acting like they don’t see twisters everyday.”
Tossing the can and going for a soda instead you say, “I haven’t. Probably be my first and last, unless I come back next year. Would that make me a groupie?”
He eyes you up and down and you stretch knowing your shirt will lift exposing your mid-drift. “I think you want to be.” You bite your lips fingering the rim of your soda and he steps closer to you. He reaches in to the cooler but skips over the drinks and instead grabbing ice and pressing it to his neck. Your body is getting hot watching him, seeing the droplets travel down his skin disappearing below his collar. He opens his arm out and says, “Leah.”
She comes up to them still holding a beer her face freckled and red. She tucks herself into his open arm resting her chin in the softness of his chest and shoulder. His hand wraps around her waist his fingers sliding into her front pocket. Leah licks her lips giving you a flirty smile.
Your lips quirk and you lean back into the truck the music still loud, someone still singing off key, beer being drank and spilled and pot and wood smoke burning your nose. You hadn’t expected this, the two of them together. They were opposite, Leah loves to play and Scott’s sour seriousness. But they were good looking, they were probably hot together.
You trace over there intertwine bodies with your eyes, opening yourself up towards them. Opening your drink letting it fizz up before taking a sip. The three of you all stand there like that, watching, interpreting. You pass your drink off to Leah who takes a sip and she to Scott. After his drink he sets it on the truck and the three of you walk together through the crowd unnoticed and unimportant.
Inside Scott’s room it’s messier then you expected. A small table filled with papers and several old coffee cups, a bag he’s living out of and an unmade bed. You go to it sitting down on the end kicking off your shoes and crossing your legs. Scott locks the door behind him and draws the curtain while Leah leans again the table.
“Just to be clear. You’re up for this?” Scott asks. “The two of us.”
“I was going to try to sleep with one of you, both is better.” You say.
Leah laughs. “I knew you were a adventurous women. How do you want to begin? As the guest.”
You gesture Leah over to you and she takes a seat on the bed next to you. Bring your hand to her shoulder you brush her hair back running your fingers through it before resting them on her neck and pulling her closer. The kiss is light and soft, your lips pulling back and recapturing hers and her doing the same. It’s a kiss that needs to feel good but also look good.
Leah slides her hands over your knee across your thigh to your shorts. Her hand pulling at your shirt while her mouth becomes more greedy, pressing harder and biting into your bottom lip. You give a laugh and reach down grabbing the hem and pulling off your shirt breaking the kiss for a moment only to take Leah’s face and pull her on top of you.
She tastes like the cola you shared and smells like smoke and sweat the weight of her straddling you feeling good. She moves her kisses down, over your neck and collarbone. She’s a good kisser, most of the women you’ve kissed are but Leah kisses for a reaction. She bites the top of your breast you jot grabbing at her hair.
“No…no…I can’t have you doing that.” She says shifting herself up to her knees and giving her leverage to pin your arms above your head.
“You don’t like your hair getting pulled?” You ask.
“Not my favorite.” She looks down at you her eyes big, lips red. Her hair falls past her shoulder and tickles your face. “Do you want him to just watch us or is he participating?”
You bit your lip and answer, “I think this bed can hold three of us.”
The bed dips and Scott comes into view. He slides in next to Leah and kiss over her shoulder to her neck. She angles her head away giving him more skin to tease. You swallow hard and Leah moans when he bits at her ear his blue eyes heavy and looking at you. You press your thighs together the burning in your pussy growing and the thick inseam of your shorts giving some friction.
Scott runs his callused hand up your stomach pushing your bra up and cupping your breast. You give a soft gasp when he squeezes and arch your back, his thumb swipes over your nipple making it hard. You’re wrestling under them trying to get some leverage but Leah keeps you pinned. Scott nuzzles into her face and they make out above you while Scott pinches your nipple between his fingers.
“Heyyy…” You whine, eyebrows scrunched and feeling way to hot. “I want to too.”
“What?” Leah asks. A cat like smile on her lips, they were also glossy with Scott’s spit. “Making out with Scott?”
“Or teasing Leah’s breast?” Scott counters. You throw your head back on the mattress and give a high pitch yelp. He had pulled up on your nipple twisting it in the process. He bites back his smile enjoying too much of your locked in place state.
“Both.” You say. “And I want to see you both naked. What’s the point in having sex with the lights on if I don’t get skin.” Leah lets you go and sits back onto your legs and Scott drops to the side next to you. You sit up and with out any fuss take off your bra. Leaning back down onto your elbows you raise your eyebrow at Leah. “Come on Leah give us a show.”
Scott breath tickles as he comes closer and kisses your shoulder. You mouth begins to water and skin go prickly when he brushes his fingers up your side and you focus on Leah as she grabs the bottom of her shirt revealing tan freckled skin, curvy hips and a surprising butterfly tattoo in the valley of her breast. She tosses the shirt to the side and goes to undo her bra. Scott finds a pause point in your neck and sucks on it, your fist clutching his shirt pulling him closer and feeling the wild heat seeping out of him. Leah’s breast are smaller then yours and side set, her nipples already hard.
“Go on. Touch her.” Scott whispers into your ear. You sit up, grabbing Leah at her thighs and pulling her onto you. Scott moves behind you and while you don’t see him, he removes his shirt and presses his chest against your back. Bring your hands to her waist, pressing your fingers into her skin you kiss over her newly exposed chest.
She moans her hips rocking into you. Scott’s cock presses into your back and his hand find your breast again. Being sandwiched between the two of them is winding you up. You’re so wet, pussy desperate and wanting, your skin is practically burning. You lick down between Leah’s breast and she arches back her head fallen between her shoulders her hands gripping tight to yours. Scott pulls on your nipple creating a dull pain that you love and press your ass into him whispering a soft ‘yes.’
“Come on.” He says to you. “Let me see that mouth suck her breast.” His hand comes up and grabs you jaw pinching at your cheeks. You suck in a breath and he loosens his grip. “Is this okay?”
Releasing the breath you nod then say, “I’ll tell you to let go if it gets to be to much.” He nods and with his guidance you lick over her breast, swirling your tongue in big loops, coming in closer and closer until you were circling around her hard nipple. You use Scott’s hand more of a rest then a cage and when he sticks a finger into your mouth you lick around it and Leah’s nipple in a figure 8 pattern.
Leah moans leaning forward pushing more of her breast into your mouth and you drag your hands up her back holding her tight and biting down on Scott’s finger. He groans into your ear whispering sweet denigrating nothings in your ear. His free hand wraps around your stomach and he undoes your shorts slipping his fingers past your panties. They’re sticky and wet and you can smell your lust. He finds your slit pressing his middle finger at the opening, just barely inside starts going back in forth with easy madding strokes. You pop your mouth off of Leah and your head falls back onto his shoulder.
Your face is flushed and sweat is dripping down your back your nails dig into Leah’s skin as you start rolling your hips. Scott moves the hand that had been holding your face to your neck holding it snug but not squeezing. Leah’s hands cup both sides of your face her fingers brushing back your hair the action more gentle then anything Scott has done to you. She kisses you biting at your lip her face red and blotchy her eyes heavy.
She gets up off the bed and undoes her belt pulling it from her pants then with some effort pulls her jeans off. She’s got a big ass and wide hips and the tiniest pair of underwear you have ever seen. She loops her fingers through the straps and pulls them off leaving her stark naked.
Scott pushes two fingers into you, fast and too the knuckle. You cry out lifting yourself off the bed and into his chest. “She looks good doesn’t she?” He asks. “She’s a sexy fifty little thing. I saw how you checked her out the other day. Knew you would want to be in our bed.”
You give him a dopey smile your head leaning back not able to see his face well but able to see the glint in his eye and the tightness in his jaw. “I ended up in hers first.” You say thinking of last night. You bring your hand to his face and give him a pat he grabs your wrist and starts sucking on your fingers. His cheeks hollow in and tongue swirl around. He’s able to do this and continue to pump his fingers into your pussy with out a misstep.
The bed dips again and Leah had crawled back in place her hand finding your shorts and pulling them and your underwear off in one go. You spread your legs wider and she lays on her stomach in front of you. Your breathing becomes heavy and you grip tight onto the sheets. Leah rest her head on your knee her fingers strumming up and down the opposite leg. Scott removes his fingers, glossy with your essences and brings it to you. You pull his fingers into you mouth with your tongue and clean him off, tasting the musk of your lust.
“I don’t think I’m the filthy little thing,” Leah starts. “She might not be a groupie but she is a slut.” You can’t respond Scott’s fingers are still in your mouth but you nod.
“You are a slut.” She laughs. Her long slender fingers flutters over your slit and you buck your hips. Your pussy is a pulsing dripping mess desperate for relief. Scott removes his hand from your throat and his fingers from you mouth and crosses his arms around your waist and holds you tight to him.
“Please! Please! I need something…please.” You beg holding onto his arms and looking down the barrel of Leah’s wicked smile.
“What do you need.” She asks.
You sob out a pathetic response, “Both of you. Fuck me and suck me.” You feel Scott’s body jolt under you and Leah licks her lips. You need to be fucked you can’t keep up with the teasing.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Scott says. He releases his hold on you and your body drops, you’re tenser than you realized and when you turn to look at him the stretch feels good.
“How do you want me?” You ask them and Leah rearranges herself to lying on her back with a pillow under her head to give her reach and you hover over top of her in a 69 style your ass up and facing the headboard. Scott had removed his renaming clothing and pulls a condom from his bag.
You watch him. His muscular arms and hard stomach, the farmers tan and bruised skin. He not as hairy as you expected, his chest relatively bare but a dark curly patch at his stomach going into his groin. The men back home you’ve hooked up with are often big on manscapting but you like the dirtiness that comes with less upkeep. He rolls on the condom, his cock long and skinny, twitching in his hand and flush with his stomach.
He comes to the bed and moved behind you. His hands grabbing your ass and giving it a squeeze. Leah’s hand holding onto the outside of your thighs. Scott’s hand presses into your lower back angling you downward and opening your pussy to him.
“Are you ready?” He asks.
Looking back at him you reply, “Yes.”
You feel his head at your entrances, feel him push in spreading you open. Clenching to the sheets a long moan spilling from your lips, then you feel Leah’s tongue on your pussy. Your body tightens, muscles contracting in, your walls squeezing around Scott’s cock. Leah use her tongue in delict curls, over your spread pussylips and teasing your clit. You start to move, needing more, wanting more.
Scott grips your hips and matches your movements, thrusting into you as you thrust back. Leah’s sucks, licks and uses her fingers at one point Scott pulls out completely and Leah’s tongue spikes into you, then Scott thrust back in hard and all the way causing you to cry out. The sound of skin hitting skin, your breathy moans, Leah’s wet mouth and Scott’s filthy remarks fills the room. And the squeaky bed frame.
You drop to your elbow pushing you hair out of your way you look down in-between Leah’s legs. Her pussy is wet, glistening and pretty enough to eat. You brush over the entrance with your finger and feel her stop her assault to groan in pleasure. You move fast, your fingers playing her pussy like it’s a guitar. Leah hump into your hand her feet pressing into the mattress and then her mouth wraps around your clit and she sucks hard.
Groaning and dropping your head on to the bed your body shakes. Scott keeps up his brutal pace, in all the way to the base, out to the tips back in, your skin rippling, sweat dripping down your temple and tickling your back.
Changing hands and shifting to your other elbow you plunge your fingers, two, into Leah’s wet and ready pussy. She sucks you in and squeezes around them. You twist and curl and when you hit the right spot her body spasms and she releases your clit with a pop. Scott curses his body falling forward over your back, he’s shaking and kissing across your shoulder blades. You give a smile and kiss Leah’s thigh continuing your fingering adding a third and fanning them out, opening her up more.
Leah, as you’ve leaned gives as good as she takes. So when Scott pulls out of you, she fills in where he left. The pad of her tongue pressing into your gapping pussy and rolling it. Her fingers coming to your overly sensitive clit. Even though Scott had his orgasm he wasn’t done, he came up next to you. You take the opportunity to shift, dropping down to your side your back pressing into his chest. Leah follows her leg hitching around both of you.
“Eat her.” Scott says into your ear. “She loves a women’s tongue on her cunt.” You take his word to heart and kiss her pussy in fast little kisses. She groans and tightens her hold with her leg. Scott’s hand comes to the back of your neck and presses your face into her holding you there. You don’t mind.
“Fuck, you sound so good. You like this don’t you. Such a messy eater.” He says to you. You choke back your sob wrapping your whole mouth over her and sucking, your hand wrapping around her leg to hold her still when Scott starts bobbing your head into her. Leah pinches your clit and you jerk into her face unable to stop the rush coming over you.
It white hot and leaves you still. You can see yourself in the aftermath between the two of them. Scott pulling you away and kissing greedily his tongue pushing into your mouth tasting his girlfriend off your lips. Leah breathing heavily her red hair damp with sweat coaxing your release out of you, her fingers brushing over your pussy in a soft gentle nature so different to the sex the three of you just had.
When you come back to your body you’re hot, sticky and sore. It’s still to bright and early in the day to got to bed but you can’t imagine going back to the party after this. Scott gets up first pulling out a couple towels from his bag and tossing them to you and Leah. You clean yourself and eventually move to sit up on the bed. Modesty would have you covering up, but you look good naked so you don’t.
“So did I make the club? You ask.
“The threesome club?” Leah asks.
You guffawed, “Please I’ve been a card carrying member of that club for awhile. I mean groupie.”
“Depends, groupies stick around the whole season. How long do you plan to be here.”
You roll your eyes, “Sadly as much as I like the idea of just hanging out here and having sex with you two I’ll be on my way to Nevada tomorrow. Grand Canyon’s waiting for me.”
“What time tomorrow?” Leah asks.
“Oh no real time limit, I have three weeks before I’m due to head home. And I need to make it to the west cost.”
Leah gets up, still naked, her skin flushed and a bite mark bruising on her shoulder, Scott’s doing. She heads to the bathroom, “Plenty of time for a second interview. Join me in the shower for it. Scott can listen in.”
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AN: Q&A Time
Is there a women in media you would like to see hook up with Scott? And Reader?
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Summary: Your in Oklahoma for a trip and meet a couple storm chasers, Scott and Leah, and they show you one hell of a time.
CW: Little Plot, Smut, V Fingering, P in V, Oral Sex, Choking, Finger sucking, Long Smut Scene, Threesome-FFM, V Licking & Eating, British Reader, Hook-up, Creep Man (Not Scott)
WC: 6.2K
AN: Probably my most niche story. A Reader and OC, crazy work. I wanted to write another Scott Threesome with reader and a women but I don't think any of the women from the movie would sleep with Scott so Leah came about, I named her after the Twilight character since the two bond over it.
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Oklahoma is a dry hot dusty place, empty in most parts and breathtaking in its beauty. The nights of endless skies and open plains, the Native American landmarks and wild bison. And the twisters. Coming to America had taken years of preparing, doing a road trip across the country has led you to this often over looked state but you wanted adventure and getting up close and personal with a twister seems a good way to get it.
You stand with the others, those who booked a tour, they drive you up near a tornado, you take some pictures get to feel the wind and rain then they take you home. When you sent your sister the conformation information despite how late it was, she called to ask you if you had lost your mind. Laughing you said you’d be find. And you will be, you think.
There’s a lot of people moving around, trucks pulling in, laptops being pulled out and groups hunch around them. You hadn’t realized there was so much work in finding a twister, they weren’t a weather condition you’d ever had to concern yourself with. The tour guide and bus driver went up to one of the groups and started talking to them and you bored and wanting some answers too look for someone.
They are the only group in a uniform so you concluded professionals. It also helps the man you’re walking up to is tall, broad shoulder with muscular arms. He stands alone a laptop sitting on the hood of his car and he checks back to a second one.
“Are we going to get lucky tonight?” You ask.
He stops and looks up at you from under his ball cap. He’s eyes are blue and mean, lips turned into a sneer. You roll your eyes asking yourself how even in another country the men you find attractive have an attitude problem.
“A twister?” You ask in a voice that gets across you think he’d dumb.
“Dang and here I thought I’d get my wish. A beautiful British women in my bed.” The voice came from the open truck window and you angle you head to see a redhead sitting in the driver seat. You check her out, eyes roaming up her body. She’s pretty, tan skin, full lips, her eyes reminded you of a cat. You give her a smile and she returns it.
Getting out of the truck she’s wearing the same uniform as the guy. She’s shorter than you and much curvier this doesn’t intimidate you, you find you like women as much as men.
“Don’t worry about sourpuss here, he thinks if he glares enough everyone will get the memo to leave him alone.” She leans over the mirror and adds. “To bad it just attracts more people to him, kind hearted people who thinks he’s got no friends. The names Leah by the way and this is Scott.”
You look back at Scott who is ignoring the both of you and still tapping away on his computer. You give them your name and he finally acknowledges you when Leah tells him too.
“No. There’s not enough pressure. Any funnel that tries forming breaks up to quickly. Looks like your adrenaline chase isn’t happening.” Scott says looking back at the bus you came from. “Too bad.”
Giving a condescendingly sweet smile you say, “Luckily form me I will be here tomorrow. And the tour will continue to let me come until I get to see my twister.”
“Well if you’re going to be here tonight come join us at our bonfire, it’s always a fun time.” Leah says.
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
****
That evening you hitch a ride with some of the other tornado tourist and make it back to the motel that the chasers were staying at, the tour stayed at a slightly better place across town. The chasers motel parking lot is packed a few campers and RV’s set up with groups of people mingling, music coming from all corners, room doors open and people passing between them.
You get swallowed up with the crowd accepting an unopened can of cold American beer from someone, you’ve developed a taste for it. You don’t see a fire or Leah or Scott for that matter but if there’s one thing you’ve leaned in your months of travel it’s going with the flow. Talking to other foreigners who are interested in the uniquely American weather condition and chasers giving their stories of crazy twisters and close calls.
The drinking, the slipperiness of the night, the lack of any rules, the coming and going has you letting your guard down. You find an open room, asking the guys if you could use the bathroom and one waves you in. Your head is dizzy and your thinking its time you head back to your motel but you haven’t seen the people you rode with since you got here, they may already be gone. You’ll ask around, someone might be doing a beer run soon. When you finish up and head out, only one guy is in the room now and the main door is shut.
“Sorry, I’ll get out of your way if you’re heading to bed.” You say aware your voice is slurred.
“You can stay. Thought the two of us could talk but it’s so loud so I shut the door.” He’s sitting at the chair next to the desk and he’s leering at you and the warning sparks are firing in your brain but your body is slow to the response.
“No, I need to be getting back, I have a big morning tomorrow.” You say.
“I love your accent. What part of England is it from?” He asks.
“I need to be going.” You say walking to the door. He gets up to stop you but a thundering knocking gets you both jumping. It’s louder than the music and the crowd outside and it’s continues causing you to grab your head to stop the splitting headache. The creep opens the door just a crack but it slams in all the way and the guy falls to the ground. You’re confused seeing Scott in the doorway sneering at the guy, he looks at you and asks.
“Were you wanting to stay in here?” You shack your head no then wince when your head hurts again. He takes your hand and leads you out. There is still music and over all rowdiness going on, some watch you while most continue on with their night.
“How did you know?” You ask as he takes you across the parking lot to the other building of rooms. Stopping he turns to look at you. “How did you know I was in there?”
“Leah saw you head in. She doesn’t trust that guy, he’s been creeping on some of the women here. She saw you go in, saw he shut the door a minute later. Came and got me.”
“Oh…Well I’m lucky she’s watching out for me.” You feel as if you might cry but that would make the headache worst so you suck in your breath and wipe your eyes. Scott moves standing between you and the building and for a moment you think he’s about to walk away but he just stays there and you realize he’s hiding you from the commotion, allowing you to reset without other prying.
“Come on were in the back.” You follow him around the building and see a few more campers and several groups with campfires set up. It’s quitter back here the sound carrying but not as pounding. It’s cooler too, less bodies more space and while the motel is nothing to look at the open space is oddly beautiful. The sky going on for miles and the dark expanses, how big this area truly is. You didn’t even know there were people back here till now.
Leah jumps from her seat and comes to give you a hug. “Do you want to call the police?” She asks.
“And tell them what? I went into a guys room and he shut the door on me? It’s whatever.” You say. She brings you to a folded chair and Scott hands you a water and a bottle of headache relief. You take the pills and sip the water watching the fire crackle and pop. Its quite and calming but your breathing quickens.
Leah’s hand comes to your shoulder and she says. “Let’s play two truths and a lie.”
“Leah.” Scott says.
“What? It’s a good ice breaker and it’ll get your mind off of everything else. I’ll go first.” She stops to think then says, “In 6th grade I snuck out to go to a midnight launch party for the New Moon movie at Barnes and Nobles. I’ve never left the country. I have a twin sister.”
You laugh. “I believe the New Moon one, I begged my mom to take me to the London premier when I was fifteen, I think for Breaking Dawn. She didn’t. I’m going to say haven’t left the country isn’t it a thing that a large percentage of Americans don’t have a passport.”
“Scott?” Leah asks.
He looks uninterested but replies, “You have a twin brother not sister.”
“Righto!” She says.
“That’s not fair you two know each other.”
“You go then,” Scott says. You think for a minute.
“Okay. I work for my parents. In year 9 I was suspended from school because I was taking text for other students. I’ve been married and divorced.”
Scott and Leah both eye you up and down. Then Leah asks for your age which you give and the two debate. Finally Leah say, “Married and divorced.” Scott agrees.
“Wrong. I work for my sisters company not my parents.” You say.
“Dang. Well I guess if you get married young you divorce young too.” Leah says. “Scott your turn.”
“I’m not playing. Besides we should be heading to bed soon anyway.”
“Ahh you’re no fun.” You say but getting up. “I need to find a ride back to my hotel.” Scott gives you a look and Leah jumps up.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. To much drinking and all. You can stay in my room tonight. We’ll drive you back in the morning.”
“You don’t have too. I’m sure someone is heading that way tonight.” You say, you don’t want to put Leah out. Besides you wanted to be alone tonight.
“Don’t worry about it. You can have my room and I’ll bunk with Scott, he won’t mind.” She says. You look at Scott and he gives a shrug not annoyed or even bothered by the suggestion of having to share his room.
“If you’re okay with it. What time do I need to be up?”
“Eight.” Scott says as he pours water over the fire then stomps on it when he’s done. The embers die down and without it’s heat the cold travels up your skin. Leah lead you to her room and points that Scott’s room is right next door at the end of the second building and the other room is another StormPar employee. The guy’s room from earlier is across the parking lot but it’s shut and quite and Leah says if you have any problems call over.
You get in and let Leah grab anything she needs before shutting and locking the door. You pull off your clothes and wash your face before crawling into bed in just your underwear and you’re out fast.
****
The next morning you’re up the sleep was fine but you want a shower badly and to brush your teeth. There’s a knock at the door and it’s Scott, gathering your things you following him to his truck and the two of you are heading down the road. The sun is bright and hot and you find the hot and cold temperatures of this state its most annoying quality.
When Scott pulls a piece of gum from his middle conceal you taste the grossness of your own mouth and ask, “Can I have a piece?” Eyeing you he holds it out.
“Thanks, sorry I didn’t bring a toothbrush last night so my mouth feels so gross. Sorry for putting you and Leah out last night too.”
“You didn’t.” He says. “Just glad she saw before things got worst. I don’t think that guy will be there tonight. He’s being acting weird to all the women, between StormPar, Tyler’s rednecks and Nator Squad he’ll get the message. He’s been trying to get with a twister groupie and assumes every women he talks to is one.”
You laugh, you didn’t mean to this was a serious problem but you couldn’t help it. “Twister Groupies? That’s a thing?”
Scott pulls into your motel parking lot turns to you with a grin and you think he’s cute when he smiles. “There’s a groupie for everything but yeah twister groupies are real, I’ve had a fun time with a couple of them over the years. Leah too.”
You laugh again, “Is that so. How does one know if they are a twister groupie? Do they just follow you guys around from state to state? Do they get to live in the van like Rockstar groupies?”
“Some do, some just stick to one area and show up every year when we’re in town but they are normally very passionate about chasing, know about twisters, the big storms the freak incidents. And they want to hook up with chasers, are very thrilled to do so.”
“Fascinating, there’s a whole side to this community I wasn’t even aware of. Why did you get into chasing? The groupies?”
He rolls his eyes at you and shakes his head no then says, “To many of the guys I went to school with have become apathetic and I don’t want that to happen to me.”
You nod, “Hard to be apathetic when facing disaster most days of your life. Thanks for the ride.” You get out and head inside ready to wash the smoke and grim of last night away.
After the shower, food and cheap motel coffee you feel better. You meet up with your tour group and head out to chaser’s ground control area. There’s a storm coming you can see it in the distance and there are less chasers at their meeting space many already out on the hunt. The tour guide goes over protocol again and hands out ponchos.
You won’t be that close but you will get wet and wind conditions will be severe any phone or camera needs to be strapped to you and at no point are you to walk away from the bus. If shit hits the fan you need to be able to get back onto it with in two minutes of the warning call.
Your heart is thundering in your chest and as the bus drives and you see the wind in the distance you think your mom and sister were right. You step off with the others the wind whipping your hair and rain pelting your skin. The poncho does little and when you walk you fell your body being pushed parallel with the bus.
The twister is long and skinny and even from a distances its power overwhelms you. Holding up your phone strapped to your wrist you take a few pictures unable to check if they are turning out, you change to video and catch a part of a roof being ripped from barn. Whipping at your eyes and spluttering you fall to your knees. The wind is getting stronger.
Pulling yourself up you hold on to the side of the bus and use the tiny pair of binoculars, you see StormPar trucks driving along side the twister. Impossible small next to mother nature. They are scrambling around, and a few others too. From the bus you see one of the trucks pull off and two people get out. It’s hard to tell at first to much wind, debris and distance but Leah’s hat flies off and her red hair makes her stick out. The guy with her has to be Scott, from his stance to the way he hold one hand to her back as they run back to the car.
They drive away and you see what ever they had taken out almost intensely gets sucked up into the twister. A blaring whistles sounds and you jump recognizing the warning call to get back onto the bus. There is a mad dash by everyone and you fall again splashing yourself with mud and probably something else but you laugh getting yourself back up and being the last aside from the tour guide. The bus peels away having to go towards the twister before finding a road to turn around in. From your seat you watch the disaster disappear and the hard rain and strong wind lose its hold. As the bus turns down onto the main road the StormPar truck comes up behind it and you give a smile to Leah and Scott.
****
It’s pandemonium back at the chaser’s motel. Several had touched down and the adrenalin was running wild. It helped too that the areas affected were open empty spaces, so no casualties or even severe damage which does make the whole idea of paying to watch disasters an easier pill to swallow.
There are people everywhere. Drinking and the smell of pot in the air. Music blaring, someone pulled out a karaoke machine from somewhere and a guy in a cowboy hat stands in the bed of a red truck with a friend sharing a mic and singing a off key rendition of, “Running up that Hill.” You have a buzz but you haven’t drank anything, when you got back you were laughing so hysterically you were crying. You were more afraid then you had known and you felt like you had ran a marathon. Your body was so tight.
You got another ride with the same group because you couldn’t be alone with these feelings. You wanted to feel the peek with everyone, mainly with Leah and Scott. Finding Leah in a group of other women shotgunning beer you get splashed by one and when she’s done she grabs you and gives you a hug.
“Welcome to the club of chasing! Did you piss your pants?”
“No.” You shout. “I did cry.” You’re both laughing and she hands you a beer. Finding the week point you do the same drinking what you can but spraying yourself mostly.
“The jackass is gone and you got me and Scott so let loose we won’t let anything happen to ya.” Leah says.
“Don’t go crazy.” Scott says coming up behind you. “You either Leah we have to work tomorrow too. Everyone’s acting like they don’t see twisters everyday.”
Tossing the can and going for a soda instead you say, “I haven’t. Probably be my first and last, unless I come back next year. Would that make me a groupie?”
He eyes you up and down and you stretch knowing your shirt will lift exposing your mid-drift. “I think you want to be.” You bite your lips fingering the rim of your soda and he steps closer to you. He reaches in to the cooler but skips over the drinks and instead grabbing ice and pressing it to his neck. Your body is getting hot watching him, seeing the droplets travel down his skin disappearing below his collar. He opens his arm out and says, “Leah.”
She comes up to them still holding a beer her face freckled and red. She tucks herself into his open arm resting her chin in the softness of his chest and shoulder. His hand wraps around her waist his fingers sliding into her front pocket. Leah licks her lips giving you a flirty smile.
Your lips quirk and you lean back into the truck the music still loud, someone still singing off key, beer being drank and spilled and pot and wood smoke burning your nose. You hadn’t expected this, the two of them together. They were opposite, Leah loves to play and Scott’s sour seriousness. But they were good looking, they were probably hot together.
You trace over there intertwine bodies with your eyes, opening yourself up towards them. Opening your drink letting it fizz up before taking a sip. The three of you all stand there like that, watching, interpreting. You pass your drink off to Leah who takes a sip and she to Scott. After his drink he sets it on the truck and the three of you walk together through the crowd unnoticed and unimportant.
Inside Scott’s room it’s messier then you expected. A small table filled with papers and several old coffee cups, a bag he’s living out of and an unmade bed. You go to it sitting down on the end kicking off your shoes and crossing your legs. Scott locks the door behind him and draws the curtain while Leah leans again the table.
“Just to be clear. You’re up for this?” Scott asks. “The two of us.”
“I was going to try to sleep with one of you, both is better.” You say.
Leah laughs. “I knew you were a adventurous women. How do you want to begin? As the guest.”
You gesture Leah over to you and she takes a seat on the bed next to you. Bring your hand to her shoulder you brush her hair back running your fingers through it before resting them on her neck and pulling her closer. The kiss is light and soft, your lips pulling back and recapturing hers and her doing the same. It’s a kiss that needs to feel good but also look good.
Leah slides her hands over your knee across your thigh to your shorts. Her hand pulling at your shirt while her mouth becomes more greedy, pressing harder and biting into your bottom lip. You give a laugh and reach down grabbing the hem and pulling off your shirt breaking the kiss for a moment only to take Leah’s face and pull her on top of you.
She tastes like the cola you shared and smells like smoke and sweat the weight of her straddling you feeling good. She moves her kisses down, over your neck and collarbone. She’s a good kisser, most of the women you’ve kissed are but Leah kisses for a reaction. She bites the top of your breast you jot grabbing at her hair.
“No…no…I can’t have you doing that.” She says shifting herself up to her knees and giving her leverage to pin your arms above your head.
“You don’t like your hair getting pulled?” You ask.
“Not my favorite.” She looks down at you her eyes big, lips red. Her hair falls past her shoulder and tickles your face. “Do you want him to just watch us or is he participating?”
You bit your lip and answer, “I think this bed can hold three of us.”
The bed dips and Scott comes into view. He slides in next to Leah and kiss over her shoulder to her neck. She angles her head away giving him more skin to tease. You swallow hard and Leah moans when he bits at her ear his blue eyes heavy and looking at you. You press your thighs together the burning in your pussy growing and the thick inseam of your shorts giving some friction.
Scott runs his callused hand up your stomach pushing your bra up and cupping your breast. You give a soft gasp when he squeezes and arch your back, his thumb swipes over your nipple making it hard. You’re wrestling under them trying to get some leverage but Leah keeps you pinned. Scott nuzzles into her face and they make out above you while Scott pinches your nipple between his fingers.
“Heyyy…” You whine, eyebrows scrunched and feeling way to hot. “I want to too.”
“What?” Leah asks. A cat like smile on her lips, they were also glossy with Scott’s spit. “Making out with Scott?”
“Or teasing Leah’s breast?” Scott counters. You throw your head back on the mattress and give a high pitch yelp. He had pulled up on your nipple twisting it in the process. He bites back his smile enjoying too much of your locked in place state.
“Both.” You say. “And I want to see you both naked. What’s the point in having sex with the lights on if I don’t get skin.” Leah lets you go and sits back onto your legs and Scott drops to the side next to you. You sit up and with out any fuss take off your bra. Leaning back down onto your elbows you raise your eyebrow at Leah. “Come on Leah give us a show.”
Scott breath tickles as he comes closer and kisses your shoulder. You mouth begins to water and skin go prickly when he brushes his fingers up your side and you focus on Leah as she grabs the bottom of her shirt revealing tan freckled skin, curvy hips and a surprising butterfly tattoo in the valley of her breast. She tosses the shirt to the side and goes to undo her bra. Scott finds a pause point in your neck and sucks on it, your fist clutching his shirt pulling him closer and feeling the wild heat seeping out of him. Leah’s breast are smaller then yours and side set, her nipples already hard.
“Go on. Touch her.” Scott whispers into your ear. You sit up, grabbing Leah at her thighs and pulling her onto you. Scott moves behind you and while you don’t see him, he removes his shirt and presses his chest against your back. Bring your hands to her waist, pressing your fingers into her skin you kiss over her newly exposed chest.
She moans her hips rocking into you. Scott’s cock presses into your back and his hand find your breast again. Being sandwiched between the two of them is winding you up. You’re so wet, pussy desperate and wanting, your skin is practically burning. You lick down between Leah’s breast and she arches back her head fallen between her shoulders her hands gripping tight to yours. Scott pulls on your nipple creating a dull pain that you love and press your ass into him whispering a soft ‘yes.’
“Come on.” He says to you. “Let me see that mouth suck her breast.” His hand comes up and grabs you jaw pinching at your cheeks. You suck in a breath and he loosens his grip. “Is this okay?”
Releasing the breath you nod then say, “I’ll tell you to let go if it gets to be to much.” He nods and with his guidance you lick over her breast, swirling your tongue in big loops, coming in closer and closer until you were circling around her hard nipple. You use Scott’s hand more of a rest then a cage and when he sticks a finger into your mouth you lick around it and Leah’s nipple in a figure 8 pattern.
Leah moans leaning forward pushing more of her breast into your mouth and you drag your hands up her back holding her tight and biting down on Scott’s finger. He groans into your ear whispering sweet denigrating nothings in your ear. His free hand wraps around your stomach and he undoes your shorts slipping his fingers past your panties. They’re sticky and wet and you can smell your lust. He finds your slit pressing his middle finger at the opening, just barely inside starts going back in forth with easy madding strokes. You pop your mouth off of Leah and your head falls back onto his shoulder.
Your face is flushed and sweat is dripping down your back your nails dig into Leah’s skin as you start rolling your hips. Scott moves the hand that had been holding your face to your neck holding it snug but not squeezing. Leah’s hands cup both sides of your face her fingers brushing back your hair the action more gentle then anything Scott has done to you. She kisses you biting at your lip her face red and blotchy her eyes heavy.
She gets up off the bed and undoes her belt pulling it from her pants then with some effort pulls her jeans off. She’s got a big ass and wide hips and the tiniest pair of underwear you have ever seen. She loops her fingers through the straps and pulls them off leaving her stark naked.
Scott pushes two fingers into you, fast and too the knuckle. You cry out lifting yourself off the bed and into his chest. “She looks good doesn’t she?” He asks. “She’s a sexy fifty little thing. I saw how you checked her out the other day. Knew you would want to be in our bed.”
You give him a dopey smile your head leaning back not able to see his face well but able to see the glint in his eye and the tightness in his jaw. “I ended up in hers first.” You say thinking of last night. You bring your hand to his face and give him a pat he grabs your wrist and starts sucking on your fingers. His cheeks hollow in and tongue swirl around. He’s able to do this and continue to pump his fingers into your pussy with out a misstep.
The bed dips again and Leah had crawled back in place her hand finding your shorts and pulling them and your underwear off in one go. You spread your legs wider and she lays on her stomach in front of you. Your breathing becomes heavy and you grip tight onto the sheets. Leah rest her head on your knee her fingers strumming up and down the opposite leg. Scott removes his fingers, glossy with your essences and brings it to you. You pull his fingers into you mouth with your tongue and clean him off, tasting the musk of your lust.
“I don’t think I’m the filthy little thing,” Leah starts. “She might not be a groupie but she is a slut.” You can’t respond Scott’s fingers are still in your mouth but you nod.
“You are a slut.” She laughs. Her long slender fingers flutters over your slit and you buck your hips. Your pussy is a pulsing dripping mess desperate for relief. Scott removes his hand from your throat and his fingers from you mouth and crosses his arms around your waist and holds you tight to him.
“Please! Please! I need something…please.” You beg holding onto his arms and looking down the barrel of Leah’s wicked smile.
“What do you need.” She asks.
You sob out a pathetic response, “Both of you. Fuck me and suck me.” You feel Scott’s body jolt under you and Leah licks her lips. You need to be fucked you can’t keep up with the teasing.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Scott says. He releases his hold on you and your body drops, you’re tenser than you realized and when you turn to look at him the stretch feels good.
“How do you want me?” You ask them and Leah rearranges herself to lying on her back with a pillow under her head to give her reach and you hover over top of her in a 69 style your ass up and facing the headboard. Scott had removed his renaming clothing and pulls a condom from his bag.
You watch him. His muscular arms and hard stomach, the farmers tan and bruised skin. He not as hairy as you expected, his chest relatively bare but a dark curly patch at his stomach going into his groin. The men back home you’ve hooked up with are often big on manscapting but you like the dirtiness that comes with less upkeep. He rolls on the condom, his cock long and skinny, twitching in his hand and flush with his stomach.
He comes to the bed and moved behind you. His hands grabbing your ass and giving it a squeeze. Leah’s hand holding onto the outside of your thighs. Scott’s hand presses into your lower back angling you downward and opening your pussy to him.
“Are you ready?” He asks.
Looking back at him you reply, “Yes.”
You feel his head at your entrances, feel him push in spreading you open. Clenching to the sheets a long moan spilling from your lips, then you feel Leah’s tongue on your pussy. Your body tightens, muscles contracting in, your walls squeezing around Scott’s cock. Leah use her tongue in delict curls, over your spread pussylips and teasing your clit. You start to move, needing more, wanting more.
Scott grips your hips and matches your movements, thrusting into you as you thrust back. Leah’s sucks, licks and uses her fingers at one point Scott pulls out completely and Leah’s tongue spikes into you, then Scott thrust back in hard and all the way causing you to cry out. The sound of skin hitting skin, your breathy moans, Leah’s wet mouth and Scott’s filthy remarks fills the room. And the squeaky bed frame.
You drop to your elbow pushing you hair out of your way you look down in-between Leah’s legs. Her pussy is wet, glistening and pretty enough to eat. You brush over the entrance with your finger and feel her stop her assault to groan in pleasure. You move fast, your fingers playing her pussy like it’s a guitar. Leah hump into your hand her feet pressing into the mattress and then her mouth wraps around your clit and she sucks hard.
Groaning and dropping your head on to the bed your body shakes. Scott keeps up his brutal pace, in all the way to the base, out to the tips back in, your skin rippling, sweat dripping down your temple and tickling your back.
Changing hands and shifting to your other elbow you plunge your fingers, two, into Leah’s wet and ready pussy. She sucks you in and squeezes around them. You twist and curl and when you hit the right spot her body spasms and she releases your clit with a pop. Scott curses his body falling forward over your back, he’s shaking and kissing across your shoulder blades. You give a smile and kiss Leah’s thigh continuing your fingering adding a third and fanning them out, opening her up more.
Leah, as you’ve leaned gives as good as she takes. So when Scott pulls out of you, she fills in where he left. The pad of her tongue pressing into your gapping pussy and rolling it. Her fingers coming to your overly sensitive clit. Even though Scott had his orgasm he wasn’t done, he came up next to you. You take the opportunity to shift, dropping down to your side your back pressing into his chest. Leah follows her leg hitching around both of you.
“Eat her.” Scott says into your ear. “She loves a women’s tongue on her cunt.” You take his word to heart and kiss her pussy in fast little kisses. She groans and tightens her hold with her leg. Scott’s hand comes to the back of your neck and presses your face into her holding you there. You don’t mind.
“Fuck, you sound so good. You like this don’t you. Such a messy eater.” He says to you. You choke back your sob wrapping your whole mouth over her and sucking, your hand wrapping around her leg to hold her still when Scott starts bobbing your head into her. Leah pinches your clit and you jerk into her face unable to stop the rush coming over you.
It white hot and leaves you still. You can see yourself in the aftermath between the two of them. Scott pulling you away and kissing greedily his tongue pushing into your mouth tasting his girlfriend off your lips. Leah breathing heavily her red hair damp with sweat coaxing your release out of you, her fingers brushing over your pussy in a soft gentle nature so different to the sex the three of you just had.
When you come back to your body you’re hot, sticky and sore. It’s still to bright and early in the day to got to bed but you can’t imagine going back to the party after this. Scott gets up first pulling out a couple towels from his bag and tossing them to you and Leah. You clean yourself and eventually move to sit up on the bed. Modesty would have you covering up, but you look good naked so you don’t.
“So did I make the club? You ask.
“The threesome club?” Leah asks.
You guffawed, “Please I’ve been a card carrying member of that club for awhile. I mean groupie.”
“Depends, groupies stick around the whole season. How long do you plan to be here.”
You roll your eyes, “Sadly as much as I like the idea of just hanging out here and having sex with you two I’ll be on my way to Nevada tomorrow. Grand Canyon’s waiting for me.”
“What time tomorrow?” Leah asks.
“Oh no real time limit, I have three weeks before I’m due to head home. And I need to make it to the west cost.”
Leah gets up, still naked, her skin flushed and a bite mark bruising on her shoulder, Scott’s doing. She heads to the bathroom, “Plenty of time for a second interview. Join me in the shower for it. Scott can listen in.”
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