CHAPTER 2

She opened her legs just wide enough to invite him nearer.

"It's been a while," she breathed, her admission bare and honest.

His eyes darkened. "Then let's fix that."

His caress was deliberate now, his fingers drawing soft, tormenting circles across the fabric of her panties.

"L-Lex Luthor," Jenna's soft cry tore from her lips as one of his fingers slid under her panties and into her.

He was looking right at her. "You're so wet. Tell me you like this. I need to hear you moan louder."

"I want…". Jenna breathed, grinding against his hand. "More."

She was too far gone in her lust fog to care whether this was a good idea or not.

"More?"

Jenna could only manage a strangled moan.

"Being greedy now, are we?"

Jenna faced him again, a putty in his hands. And he smiled at her.

God dammit. He's having fun torturing her like that.

"If you don't do it, I'll have to do it mys—" He slid another finger inside her.

Finally.

Jenna clenched her walls around his fingers, which were pounding in and out of her without any mercy. He was no longer gentle, and she arched her head back at the sensation.

"Tell me you wanted this," he growled. There was something so possessive – so commanding – about the way that he spoke that Jenna could have cum from just his words. "You wanted me to have you like this, didn't you?"

"I…oh, my god, I am going to cum."

"Not yet."

Jenna's eyes flew open as he abruptly pulled his fingers out of her and she was left staring at him in a confused, horny haze that was apparently all-consuming at the moment.

"I want you to cum on my dick."

So straightforward.

Immediately, Jenna's eyes dropped to the huge bulge in the front of his pants.

Heat built between her legs, and she fell over, her hands struggling frantically to open the button on his pants before shoving them down, along with his boxers.

"Fuck…" The oath slipped out of Jenna's mouth before she could trap it at the sight of his large cock springing out in front of her face.

His hands knotted themselves in her hair, making her look up at him. "Like what you see?"

"Mhm."

"No need to be shy, baby. Let me see how much you like it."

He was so cocky – You could just tell that he had never had any problems being with women in this sort of situation before. It brought out a competitive side of Jenna – one that wanted to provide him with the best night of her life.

Jenna was not going to be another notch in Lex Luthor's bedpost. She was going to give him a night he would never forget.

She teased the head of his hardness with her tongue and looked up at him.

Their eyes locked, and she gave him an excruciatingly slow lick along the edge of the head of his dick.

His dick twitched beneath her tongue.

Two could play that game.

His fists tightened in her hair, and Jenna believed he was about to push his cock into her mouth. The very thought sent a gushing sensation on its way to her pussy, but he did something she didn't expect.

He pulled her up softly, and kissed her on the lips. "As much as I'd like to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, there's something we need to do first."

Pushing her onto the sofa so that she was now on her back, he began to pull her dress off her until it was a pile of linen on his floor. "Open your legs. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to… come here." Jenna's face was on fire.

"Mhm." He got between her legs so that he was now leaning over her. "Is that all, baby?"

His mouth made its way to her neck, and one of his hands migrated to her pussy, his erection rubbing against her thigh as he rubbed her between her legs.

"N-no…"

"Use your words, baby. I could do this all night, but we both know that we could be doing something else entirely…" He wet his finger with his saliva before reaching down and coating it all over her folds.

"Fine, okay! Fuck… me."

"Mmm, louder, baby. I didn't hear you."

"Fuck me," Jenna screamed, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Good girl."

He positioned his cock at her entrance and looked her straight in the eye before pushing into her slowly.

Oh, my god.

All bets were officially off. His girth filled her up, and she gave a small yelp from her mouth as she took him in.

It hurt – but Jenna would accept this type of hurt any day.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He pressed into her, his mouth falling to her ear. "I'll make you get used to it, baby."

Even though they were already naked, and he was literally inside of her, it was this comment that had Jenna blushing the most.

Make her get used to it.

Jenna ground her hips forward, but he pushed her back down, maintaining control over the rhythm. "I know you want me to fuck you harder, but we're going to take it slow to start."

Jenna slid her nails through his broad back, lost to the pleasure. It was all so different from any of the one-night stand stories Deborah told. Usually, any man she would pick up from the club would be jackhammering away the moment they started having sex.

Not him. He was preparing her body for his size before he lost control.

Her pussy clamped down on his dick, and she bit his shoulder.

"Is that how you want to play?" He smiled. "Be careful what you wish for."

Suddenly, one of his hands flew to her head, his fist closing in her hair, and he began to thrust harder.

"Oh, my – fuck."

"Is this how you want me to fuck you?" he growled in her ear, beads of sweat rolling down his face. "You should have asked, baby. I would have had you bent over in front of the bathroom mirror at the party."

"Lex Luthor."

Jenna could barely put words together – everything was melting into a spinning blur around her, all that mattered was the way he was filling her and claiming her body as if he'd known it all her life.

"Would you have liked that? I would have done it in an instant."

"Y-yes," Jenna moaned, close to her climax.

He tugged on her hair once more, and when she lowered her hand to rub her clit, he stopped her.

"I am the only person who gets to pleasure you tonight."

Fuck.

That was all it took. Her walls clamped down on him, and moans were ripped from her throat.

"Cum for me, baby."

And that, she did. Again, and again, and again.

Jenna woke up at some time during dawn, a faint light creeping through the window. The bed next to her was empty.

Cotton-mouthed and dry-throated, she sat up in bed and looked around the room. She needed water.

There was no water in sight, and her clothes were scattered around the floor. She stood up and put her underwear back on to walk to the kitchen and have some.

Why wasn't getting your clothes back on as much fun as getting them off?

Memories of last night attacked her, leaving a ghost of a blush in their wake.

It had been such a great night, and despite knowing this had all the ingredients of a one-night stand, Jenna couldn't help but wonder if they could do this some more. And again.

She didn't usually do that, and she had really had a wonderful night with Lex Luthor. Every single part of it.

Where was he, anyway?