Lois Lane

Lois looked down at him, the way he propped himself up made one of her eyebrows raise but she doesn’t respond yet. She wants to shut her eyes and moan, not continue pushing whatever buttons she can while she rides him. But it just isn’t that easy for her. “Keep going, you desire me so much it hurts.” She says it with a certain inflection in her tone. “Too bad about that attitude of yours though.” Her fingers push him down more and she plants her hands on his pecks to continue rolling her hips onto his.

The change in his tone, mocking in the typical way he does would usually get her to spit back fast. But fuck if she doesn’t love the way control gets pulled from her once in a while. At times she’d want to just get under his skin, others times she just wanted the attitude fucked out of her. “It’s just as easy to piss you off.” She speaks through the moans, trying to keep her eyes from rolling back. That euphoric feeling is clouding her brain again, threatening to diminish her usual annoyance that tends to linger when he’s around. She pushes herself up only a bit to be able to reach his lips, kissing him like she needs it too much.

Lois pulled away in seconds, her eyes glaring at Lex. “You want me to believe you hate him? That’s funny considering how desperate you looked while kissing.” She mumbles and her eyes dart between both men. “You hear this right? He’s just trying to find a loophole to be able to keep this whole thing going without making us think he’s actually got feelings that aren’t hatred towards you.” She sighs, her hand going to pat Lex on the arm. “We can come back but I highly doubt you’re doing this for anything other than the simple fact that you are attracted to him.”

Lois knew Lex would shift in demeanor the second she said those words but she didn’t regret it. She never did like bad liars. She shakes her head in disappointment, sucking her teeth at the way he’s trying so hard to convince them and himself. “Kal-El gives you feelings that you’d never admit too but we can see it. And I’m sure as all hell that he can feel it can’t you honey?” She looks at the man Lex supposedly hates with a grin on her face. But Lois can feel that gaze, the one that’s telling her to get up. So she does just that, making her way to Clark’s side as her fingers grab a light hold of his forearm. “I give it less than a week and you’ll be craving us, or maybe just- you know.”

Lois pulled away in seconds, her eyes glaring at Lex. “You want me to believe you hate him? That’s funny considering how desperate you looked while kissing.” She mumbles and her eyes dart between both men. “You hear this right? He’s just trying to find a loophole to be able to keep this whole thing going without making us think he’s actually got feelings that aren’t hatred towards you.” She sighs, her hand going to pat Lex on the arm. “We can come back but I highly doubt you’re doing this for anything other than the simple fact that you are attracted to him.”

“If only you’d ask me sweetly instead of pissing me off.” Lois doesn’t mean it, why would she mean something like that when she gets wet just watching him open his mouth to say something fucked up. Something that makes her want to push him as hard as she can onto the desk. “I-“ she’s cut off by a sound she definitely deemed pathetic to hear come out of her mouth at the hard way he pinches at her sensitive skin. “I can do whatever I want when I’m the one who’s going to make you cum.” Lois manages to say, slightly breathless as she leans down more and keeps the pressure on his throat light. “You love it just as much as I do.”

Lois looked down at him, the way he propped himself up made one of her eyebrows raise but she doesn’t respond yet. She wants to shut her eyes and moan, not continue pushing whatever buttons she can while she rides him. But it just isn’t that easy for her. “Keep going, you desire me so much it hurts.” She says it with a certain inflection in her tone. “Too bad about that attitude of yours though.” Her fingers push him down more and she plants her hands on his pecks to continue rolling her hips onto his.

The smack makes her shift, her skirt hiking up her skin. Lois isn’t so upset about doing an interview on a weekend anymore now that she’s being treated in such a way. Usually her interviews would be ether riveting or boring. This is something entirely different. “You looked much more shy in the- photos.” She jokes in between kisses, her hands gripping his shoulders.

The man, well-versed in public relations and getting personal with the relations, was something he enjoyed. Arousal spiked over the time they'd have together. The excitement over how uncommon this was made the situation that much greater. “ Oh, you'll see all my angles soon enough.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against her slit before pushing inside her.

Lois figured people saw him a certain way especially with the whole, coming out of a literal freezer after years. But she wondered if he was different than the way they described him all the time, and she certainly got her answer now. With a hand on the back of his neck, her eyes dart down to where they meet. “Shit-“ she hisses and her eyes nearly roll back, slapping her free hand over her mouth.