Title: Claiming an Angel
Sequel to: Angel
Previous chapters can be found HERE
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Chloe/Dean, Sam/Chloe/Dean
Summary: Sam and Dean find Chloe in Smallville in time to be affected by a mysterious, strange new meteor freak with lust powers. They should fight their desire, they really should, but it's hard when you don't want to.
The next morning Chloe felt, not exactly sore-her healing powers taking away any pain left behind from last night's continuous pleasure-but she was warm and satisfied and content. To say that she'd never had sex like she had last night would be an understatement. Sex with Jimmy had always been nice, and most of the time she'd been able to get off. But sex with Sam had been a hurricane of need and pleasure that had left her dizzy.
She bit her bottom lip at just the memory.
She didn't know if she could go back to normal sex after that.
She sat up in the loft, on the sofa, having gone there before anyone else woke up.
Images of last night, phantom sensations stoking her fire, left her in heat.
Having Sam deep inside of her had managed to cool down her urgency and need for a while, but not it was flaring back up, and she couldn't keep herself from wondering what it would be like to have Dean's hands on her hips, his cock buried to the hilt in her wet, slick channel.
Her eyes closed at the thought, her forever aroused body warming, moisture collecting at the vee of her legs.
Chloe whimpered, standing rapidly and going to lean against the open window-frame of the large window, looking out at the farmland stretched out in front of her.
Her body was being such a whore!
Yes, her body was under the effects of some sort of lust-dust, but shouldn't her mind at least be rational?
But all she could think of was Sam and Dean, kissing her, touching her, fingers traveling her body, slipping into her, preparing her.
She gulped, throat dry as the apex of her thighs tingled with heat.
"Do you know how fuckin unfair you were, last night, Angel?" Dean's voice reached her before he leaned over her back, his cock hard in his jean, pressing up against the back of her skirt, causing her to jump slightly in shock and extreme arousal. "Hearing you fucking my little brother when all I wanted was to be deep inside you myself?" He hissed into her ear, rubbing his erection against her ass. "Feel me throb for you."
A sound of pure need escaped Chloe's parted lips as cold chills raced up and down her skin at just how much she wanted this, needed this.
Before she could even process what she was doing, she pushed back against him, meeting his thrust with one of her own.
They both made agonized sounds as their sexes brushed together, his barred by jeans, hers by her skirt and the flimsy, soaked piece of cloth that had once been her totally respectable underwear.
"Dean..." Chloe pleaded, the sensations bone-shattering and yet not enough.
"Yes..." He hissed into her ear, one of the hands on her hips trailing down before disappearing under her skirt, chuckling darkly in approval when she spread her legs more to accommodate him. "Beg...call my name." His finger came in contact with the drenched seat of her panty, and he hissed through his teeth. "Fuck."
"Dean!" Chloe gasped, eyes flying open when he teased his finger over her through the underwear. "Please!"
"How do you think I felt, last night, hearing you screaming and crying and begging for more?" He continued punishing her with his finger, leaving her whimpering and trembling with need. "No matter how hard I tried-my hand just wasn't enough." He tore her underwear side and thrust his middle finger deep inside her wet heat. "So wet..."
"Oh my god!" Chloe cried, back arching, still leaning against the window frame.
Anyone could exit the house and look up to see her pressed up against the frame, Dean up behind her...could easily guess what was going on.
The risk of exposure made this even more delicious.
Chloe couldn't recognize herself.
A low, gutteral sound was trapped in her throat as he pulled out his finger and then plunged in two, fucking her with those fingers, rubbing his cock against the swell of her ass as his fingers curled inside her.
"Dean!" Her grip on the window frame painful.
His name cried out like that seemed to be his undoing, because Dean tore out his fingers and the sound of a zipper lowering was the only warning Chloe got before suddenly he pushed inside of her, her body wet and welcoming, drawing his thick cock deeper in hungrily.
"You feel better than I could ever dream." He groaned into her back, thrusting his hips and impaling her deeper, causing Chloe to cry out and arch her back even more. "Yes, arch for me, present yourself."
"So good...need...this...goddamit!" He groaned as he reached up, sliding his hands under her shirt and tearing at her bra, freeing her breasts.
He fucked into her with deep, hard thrusts, purposeful and claiming.
And maybe even a bit punishing.
But she loved it.
If he stopped she'd cry, she'd beg, she'd do anything.
That coil of pleasure in her stomach was winding and winding tighter and tighter, Dean's cock thicker than anything she'd ever had and it was driving her insane as it caressed her inner walls brutally.
Suddenly he hit something deep inside her that caused her to scream as he relentlessly stabbed at it once he'd found it.
Chloe spasmed, clenching him, and he cursed as his movements grew more erratic and with one deep, violent thrust he was spilling inside of her, clutching at her hips and refusing to let her move.
As if she wanted.
They panted, slowly coming down from their high, breaths erratic.
Dean groaned as he slid out of her, and she whimpered, missing the feeling.
Like with Sam the night before, the craving was less, but fuck all holy, it was still there.
"C'mere." Dean chuckled, grabbing her by her stomach and throwing her over his shoulder.
She laughed, still somewhat high off her orgasm, and could only moan in appreciation when he lowered her onto the sofa.
Dean kicked off his shoes and finished stepping out of his pants, before lowering himself over her, eyeing her, tender now and not as frustrated as before.
Chloe shifted slightly on her back, spreading her thighs, lips parting in a moan as he settled himself between them, cock hard again and pressed up against her weeping heat.
"You're so beautiful." Dean whispered, gazing into her eyes before claiming her mouth as he eased into her, this time making slow, sweet, torturous love to her body. "Next time you wanna fuck my baby brother..." Dean whispered against her mouth. "I better be invited."
Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed back, passion inflamed at the very thought...and not sure at all if she wanted Bruce and Ollie to find the cure anymore.