A/N: thank you to all the people who reviewed this story of mine. As I said before, for some reason these reviews mean so much to me as opposed to the more prolific reviews I receive for my stories in the Twilight fandom. Because the Smallville fandom is all but dead, the love you show me is doubly precious. Thank you for taking the time to let me know that you love Lex and Lana as much as I do! Now on with their second date.

Warnings: Detailed sex and language. (Raunchy warning!)

Chapter three.

The following day I find myself filled with a strange bout of optimism. Something I haven't suffered from for a long time. It is a waste of energy, as my father would tell me, for we make our own destiny as Luthors and have no need of optimism nor pessimism. We decree success as our finish line.

But I find myself inspired by a pair of bright hazel eyes and a beautiful smile.

I feel as though life might actually be worth living today.

For today, I date Lana Lang in plain sight of everyone who cares to notice.

I am to meet her at the Talon and then escort her to dinner at the mansion. I almost want to cancel all my meetings for the day, but of course I don't. That would be rash and I am never rash nor impetuous. I treat everything in life as if it were a high stakes chess game.

And Lana Lang is undoubtedly the queen of this particular game which I am going to win come hell, high water, or the devil himself. Which I would like to see, because I often think that this is all a farce and I am actually the devil in disguise. I smirk at that thought as I rifle through the papers upon my desk.

I drink a sip of water and lick away a small drop off my lower lip, it makes me think of the utterly sublime taste of Lana. A wicked smile rests on my face as I think that she tastes better than any bouquet I have in my cellars, which by the way are very extensive. In fact I venture that I would rather eat her limb by silky limb again tonight, abet far more thoroughly, than eat or drink anything else ever again.

Stupid and romantic thoughts dance through my mind and I shake my head at my own foolishness. Love makes me weak, my father tells me, but strangely I have never felt stronger.

The hours drag by and finally it is time to leave my home and go to get Lana. A sense of deep excitement prevails through my body as I shrug on a fresh shirt, my body is still damp from the shower and the silk material clings to my skin. I am once again understated elegance. My black trousers and white shirt classic and very me. I do up the buttons slowly thinking of those slender hands I wish to coax into undoing the same buttons later tonight.

My cock twitches at the mere thought of her. I am ready to burst.

I gaze for a moment in to the mirror above my dresser, my piercing light blue eyes are alive with lust and passion. I run a hand over my bald head and smirk at myself, I once looked on the lack of hair as a curse, now I see it as what defines me as the man I am. I know I am handsome, I mean fuck, we are not known for our modesty as Luthors, so why should I lie?

I know Lana likes me, it is there in every glance of her eyes and every touch of those delicate fingers.

But I want her to love me. I want to own her completely, every sweet inch of that silky flesh.

I leave the castle and drive my Ferrari towards Smallville, it's a flashy car and even though I know that she is unimpressed by such things I want to show her how I live and how she too can live by my side. I want to spoil her rotten and give her anything her heart desires.

Arriving in the street before the Talon creates a stir as always. This small town will never cease to stare at me and I am okay with that.

I get out and walk slowly towards the Talon, early evening customers flood the place and the noise level is high.

I see Lana immediately. She is with Clark, Chloe and Pete Ross. They are talking as if nothing has happened. They probably fool themselves into thinking that after one date I am tired of Lana. I can't wait to wake them up from their dream. I will never tire of her. Every touch and every glance is better than the last and she feeds my addiction each second we are together.

I smile as I round the corner and she catches sight of me. Her wide eyes widen further and a slow smile spreads across her oval face. Her shimmering lips part and she is like a work of fine art, beautiful,heavenly and priceless. She grins at me and I take my cue from her, reaching her side I greet everyone before leaning in to kiss her cheek with familiarity. A becoming flush of colour touches her cheeks and I eat her with my eyes.

'Hey. Sorry I'm a bit late, I was held up on a conference call that lasted hours.' I say to her.

I then turn my attention to the others with a faux friendly smile pasted on my face as my insides roll around in delight at the shock on their faces. Pete shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another. He hates me I know.

'I take it that the date went well.' Chloe quips with a smile and wary eyes.

I smirk and eye her with a naughty expression in my eyes as I fake whisper. 'Rumor has it that I am a pretty decent date, Miss Sullivan.' I joke.

Clarks face is tense and his shoulders stiff as he tries to ignore my close proximity to Lana, we are still touching, my body held along hers casually. She doesn't withdraw, or pull away she simply smiles and looks at me with humor in her eyes.

Fuck I love this woman.

Chloe blushes slightly and I realise somewhat belatedly that she might just be slightly attracted to my particular brand of charm. Inwardly I shrug, it doesn't matter as I have no interest in her.

I don't date blonds.

Pete excuses him self from us, looking ill. He obviously doesn't like me dating Lana any more than everyone else.

'Shall we go?' I ask Lana my eyes intensely fixed on her lovely face, ignoring the minions.

'Where to tonight?' Clark asks sarcasm heavy in his voice as he crosses his arms across his chest as if to ward off an attack.

Lana leans into me slightly, enough for them to notice and smiles sweetly at her ex flame. 'We are just having dinner at the mansion. Last night was amazing, but we decided to stick close to home tonight.' She says her voice almost but not quite edged with sarcasm. I am surprised but delight. Lana has so many hidden depths I am constantly amazed by her.

Chloe eyes us and asks, 'Where was the mystery date last night?'

I smile at her but I know it doesn't reach my eyes. 'We had a romantic dinner on my private Island.' I say blandly.

'It was amazing. ' Lana enthuses as her small hand strokes my sleeve absentmindedly. I cover her hand with mine and relish the shudder of desire that shakes her at the contact.

Game on.

I watch as Clark and Chloe's eyes zero in on our casual touch their eyes burning with curiosity.

I smirk. I fucking love this.

'Let me just go and finish up for the night and hand over to Milly. ' Lana says smiling at me widely. Her eyes glow like twin emeralds tonight, they mesmerise me.

I am shocked when she leans in and kisses my cheek lightly before walking away to do as she had said. I lift a hand and stroke the area where her lips touched me thoughtfully and stare after the young temptress, only to look up and find both of our friends faces filled with shock and speculation.

It really does make me happy.

I tilt my head to one side and dare them silently to ask what they want to, even if they are too chicken, which I know they will be.

I am disappointed as they both drop their eyes and start an innane conversation about the Torch.

Lana reappears a few minutes later and she slides her hand into mine fully. 'Shall we go?' She asks as she looks up at me eagerly.

We leave still holding hands as we say goodbye, forgetting them as soon as our backs are turned. But I can feel the weight of their stares on our departing figures.

Lana begins to laugh as she spies the Ferrari and I pretend to be offended before offering her a small smile at her private joke.

'What?' I ask as I release her hand and slide the door up for her, it opens vertically and is designed for maximime wow factor.

'A Ferrari, Lex?' She smiles. ' I am already impressed you know...with you.'

I laugh as I close the door and walk around to the drivers side. Only Lana Lang would find this funny. Damn her for being such a refreshing change and making me more sappy over her than I was already.

I slide into my seat beside her and eye her with amusement. 'You are?' I smirk. Fishing.

She blushes delightfully and glances out the windows in order to break eye contact with me. 'Yes, very much.' she whispers, blushing brightly at being forced to admit it out loud.

I start the powerful engine and maneuver the car back onto the road out of the close parallel parking with ease. I love watching her slender fingers play with the bracelet which adorns her right wrist. Every movement of hers is poetry.

I admire her long beautifully manicured nails and long fingers, I imagine them wrapped around my cock while she blows me and I feel an instantaneous reaction within my body. Holy fuck I want this woman, now.

Soon, very soon, I tell myself.

The drive to the mansion is fast and I handle the car with a knowledge and talent that comes from driving over powered, over priced super cars since I got my license and if I am honest before that. I see Lana look at me several times, her face is a curious mixture of lust and admiration.

Arriving at the castle, I park easily and climb out to help Lana exit the rather difficult confines of the vehicle. As I swing the door open I see her eyes fixed onto my face, I wonder what she is thinking but cannot decipher it. I give her a crooked smirk and see her inhale sharply.

The night is warm and gently scented air caresses our faces as I grasp my sirens fingers, our fingers touch and then entertwine fully a moment later as we walk inside. My Butler and several body guards stand attention along the lobby. Their well trained faces show not one ounce of shock as I saunter in with my very young, very well known girlfriend. She has been here many times before with Nell and alone, but never holding my hand so casually.

Lana smiles at all of them in greeting. Her face genuinely friendly as she even greets the maid who brings our drinks tray. She would make a fabulous Mrs. Luthor I decide as I watch her over the edge of my usual glass of brandy.

She tucks one side of her hair behind an ear as she smiles at me somewhat nervously.

I can sense her desire to be here with me as well as her edginess. She is scared and rightfully so, for she is right if she thinks I am dying to take advantage of this delightful situation.

I have tasted her once and now I desire more. So much more. I know thanks to my over eager fingers last night, that it won't hurt her when I enter her tight little body for the first time. That pain always spoils a woman's first time and yet Lana will never know that kind of pain thanks to my ocean of knowledge concerning her fair sex.

I want to teach her everything I know. I want to make her mine in every way at conceivable. I wish to spoil her for any other man.

I am a eclectic mix of tender, wild, passionate and a bit twisted. I sincerely doubt if Clark Kent could ever match up.

I am still staring at her beautiful face with hungry eyes while sipping the superlative brandy within my glass with slow thoughtful mouthfuls. My intense gaze dips down over her emerald top, which hugs her small breasts which are encased in a wonderbra by the looks of it. The top is tight over her bust but flows to a loose waist. Her trousers are black and tailored, they exaggerate those long, slender legs to perfection. Her shoes are once again high heels, this time they match her top and are emerald green, a surprising choice, but so lovely.

My eyes lazily travel back up her body before locking with her amused and questioning wide eyes. I grin suddenly as our eyes meet, a good dose of powerfully energised lust surges through my body and the smiles dies on my face.

'Do I pass?' Lana asks playfully, tilting her beautifully shaped head to one side as she regards me.

I don't bother to deny my scrutiny, it was deliberately obvious anyhow. 'Undoubtedly. ' I reply.

At that moment dinner is served and I rise to usher my lovely dinner partner into the massive dining room. I rest my hand on her lower back in a light, guiding caress and I cannot contain the shiver of excitement that surges through me as Lana leans back slightly into my hand.

Once we are seated dinner is served and it's a four course master piece worthy of a fine restaurant. My chef has outdone himself, Lana sends her compliments to the chef by way of my server. I raise an eye brow and watch in amusement as she bemuses the poor man,who stumbles for the first time in seven years of service, in his rush to do her bidding.

Lana turns to me questioningly as I grin at the spectacle before me. 'You, Lana Lang, are an amazing woman.' I say and watch in delight as her cheeks flush with colour. 'You even bewitch the butlers and maids. Soon I shall have all the help tripping to do your bidding. ' I tease.

Lana is shyness and wide eyed embarrassment.

I get up and hold out my hand to her, my eyes intensely fixed onto hers. I feel like I am drowning in those hazel depths of swirling greens and browns.

I lead her back into my study, the fire is now crackling in the grate and the lights are turned down.

'Does Nell know where you are tonight, Lana? ' I ask as I stop and turn to face her.

She nods a small smile playing around the edges of her lips.

'She tried to act like she was worried when I told her I was seeing you, but I could tell she was thrilled. She didn't even ask me what time I would be home.'

I dont reply except for my trade mark crooked smirk as I stare into her eyes deliberately to disconcerting my young prey. It works; she looks at me in question as her lips part to emit short and fast breaths of nervous excitement. I can see her nipples harden against the fabric of her top and I watch closely as I reach out to run a single finger along the edge of her bodice. Lana suddenly licks her dry lips and I follow the movement with my eyes. I know they must be as glacially unreadable as usual and I love how it makes the young woman before me suddenly unsure and out of her depth.

Without words I pull her towards me and she crashes directly against my chest. Her arms slid around my neck of their own violation and we stare at each other deeply before we kiss. I groan as her plump lips part for me, wet satin and succulent velvet. I push my tongue into her mouth deeply and enjoy her reaction; she whimpers and her hips thrust against me mindlessly. I let my hands wonder where they will and find both my hands cupping and caressing her breasts. They are a perfect handful.

I need more of her.

One hand leaves her pretty little breasts and slides upwards into her thick silky hair, moulding her delicate scull with my fingers and crushing her mouth more tightly against mine. A shudder shimmers through her body and she clings to me tighter still. I release her mouth only to smile at the breathless sound of my name on her lips.

'Oh god, Lex.' She whimpers and that sound makes my cock throb and twitch in need.

I kiss and suck the fragrant skin of her neck as I travel downwards slowly but surely. I bend her backwards until she is over my arm and her breasts are face level. I take one hard, pointed nipple into my mouth directly through her top and bra. I suck deeply and Lana cries out once again, more loudly this time. Somewhat desperately I lift her top as I straighten her until she is standing upright, dazed and disorientated, her hair a wanton cloud around her face and body, her face flushed and her moist lips parted to emit fitful breaths. My hands grip the thin material and pull it upwards as I stare at the slowly revealed perfection that is Lana Lang.

Her bra is black satin and lace and is built for allure rather than any control. It is push up in style but so flimsy I can see her hard nipples easily through the lace. My eyes bore into hers mercilessly and she stares back, our look so heated and filled with passion it scorches my very skin.

I slowly reach out and slide the thin straps of the bra down her arms, caressing the skin as I go. She shivers voluptuously at my touch, her cheeks becoming more flushed by the moment because she knows I want to see it all.

Every last inch. I want to taste every part of her and claim it all as mine.

And it shows in my eyes which I am sure were filled with fire instead of ice tonight. Because Lana had always awoken a passion within me which was hard to control.

Her arms fall to her sides as the bra straps reach her elbows, as she allows me to pull the garment off of her breasts. I know my face is expressionless as I gaze on her perfection, inside I seeth with lust. A small smile touches my lips for a moment as I pull the cups off of her chest and see her pretty little breasts naked for the first time.

And they are pretty. Like everything about the lovely girl/woman before me, they are perfection.

I pull her towards the fire then, silently leading her to the soft, soft carpet before it. Unexpectedly I sit down on it and beckon my siren to join me. Half naked as she is, she is all shyness and modesty.

I fucking love it.

As soon as she lowers her self half way I grab her and pull her forwards until she is straddling me. My throbbing cock presses against her heated center and she whimpers and then moans. I grit my teeth to stop the cry I want to make. But it is not enough, it's never enough. I want her naked around me, over me, against me. I want everything she has to give. I want to be sheathed in her tight little body so deeply that we are joined for all eternity.

Her naked breasts are pressed against my chest as I grip her head once again and eat her luscious lips.

'Undo my shirt, Lana.' I order against her lips.

She hesitates for a moment before obeying. Her slender fingers fumbling with the same buttons I dreamt of her opening earlier tonight. I watch her closely and she concentrates on her task. At last it is open, and I shrug out of the white material easily. I am proud of my body, lightly muscled and nicely sculptured it is built from many kick boxing sessions in my gym and street fighting as a hobby.

She stares and her breathing becomes likes what she sees undoubtedly. I smirk as I pull her bra off completely, making a slow seduction out of the small act. As soon as it falls away I pull her silky body against my hard one. Our lips meet simultaneously, eating, devouring, deeply savouring. It's fucking sublime. She is learning fast and her kissing skills are already nearly a match for mine.

I can't wait to see the passionate creature I will turn her into.

I thrust upwards against her heated pussy, through the material that separates us. The hard tips of her pretty breasts rub against my chest and I groan in fucking delight her small hands caress my jaw before sliding onto my head, I am surprised as I had thought she would shy away from touching me there.

But her fingers are curious and unashamed as the caress each bump and ridge along my scalp, her long nails grazing my skin delectably.

I roll her over then and lie between her slender thighs. I circle my hips against hers slowly and then end with an upward thrust which makes her release my lips and arch upwards in abandoned delight. My hands grip her waist and hold her captive as slide myself downwards.

I part her trousers and pull them off come tell in one smooth motion. Her panty soon follows leaving her bare and so fucking delicious I could eat her.

I roll back over and pull her with me until she is straddling my chest, naked.

'Lex, I...I can't do this. What...?' She stammers and I don't reply at all. I place my hands on her ass and urge her upwards towards my face. Her face flames with embarrassment and I stick out my tongue and lick her slick slit throughly. Her hips thrust against my face without her realising it, until she is riding my face. She tastes sublime and I eat her with zealous attention to detail. I lick and suck each fold before finding her bundle of nerves and flicking it with the tip of my tongue.

She is all breathy cries and incoherent ramblings. She repeats my name again and again as her delicate hips thrust against my tongue with reckless abandon. With my hands I push her thighs wide open, until she is totally exposed to me. I lick my way into her opening and concentrate on that small patch of skin within her that makes mind blowing organs happen. Her g-spot.

'Oh god. ' she whimpers as I thrust my tongue faster and faster and suddenly she freezes, her body going ridged as her inner muscles clutch my tongue tightly. Liquid gushes into my mouth and over my face and I drink it down like the finest wine. Sublime, delicous and decadent.

Without pause I lift her off my face and roll her over onto her back while swiftly taking off my trousers. Soon my hard cock is probing her slick depths and I ease inside her for the first time. She feels like heaven, even better than I thought she would. Wet, hot, tight and addictive.

Lana, my Lana.

I kiss her deeply and I love knowing she can taste herself on my mouth and tongue. Lana kisses me with passion, her sex still pulsing around me as I hold myself in check. Her tight warmth is threatening to make me come way too soon.

I tilt her hips slightly with a thigh wedged beneath her ass and I begin to fucking her slow and deep, each thrust a calculated move, ending with that slight uplift at the end. She gasps and her head is thrown back as she meets each of my thrusts evenly. We are sweating and writhing and moving together our needs the same.

'You are so tight my sweet Lana. ' I mutter as I gaze down at her. Her eyes flicker open, the fire light reflected in their luminescent deoths and she is immediately held captive by my intense gaze. Her cheeks are still flushed with becoming colour and I think I have never seen anything more beautiful as Lana about to come on my dick.

Lana's hands frame my face, stroking my cheeks and then my mouth sensually as her hips meet my thrusts. My hands grasp her hips as I lift her higher onto me. 'Come for me.' I instruct her fucking her harder and faster than before. Her eyes flutter and then roll backwards into her head as my hips rock between her legs repeatedly. Her sex tightens almost unbearably before shuddering around my cock. I come then with a cry if my own, as I am shaken by the most powerful orgasm I have ever had. It ebbs and flows through me and , binding me to the girl I am with. Emotions flood me, foreign emotions that I have never felt for any woman.

The heat from the fire licks over our wet skin with pleasurable warmth as I leisurely kiss the beauty beneath me. She holds me tightly against her as she returns the kiss with favour. We are still joined together and I don't think I have ever been happier. I want to stay inside her.

'Lex, that was amazing.' She whispers against my lips quietly, and then seductively in my ear, 'I want more.'

I can't stop the grin that is on my face in a split second as I bite her neck.

'So do I.' I reply.

Our voices are husky with spent passion and the need for more, more, so much more.

I pull out of her body with reluctance and pull her into my arms. Lana comes easily into my embrace and fits snugly there as if she were meant to be here in my arms.

Her skin scorches mine and I am still hungry for her. Ravenous in fact.

She raises her head and stares at me as she shyly traces a line with her finger across my lower lip. Her wide eyes become lustful as she continues to stare.

I raise my eyebrows in silent question as I stroke her long silky dark hair back from her face.

With a mischievous smirk that almost matches mine, the siren presses a kiss to my chest and then another and another, her hands follow her caressing lips and stroke my skin in their wake. I feel my stomach flutter and the muscles tense as the innocent girl besides me decides to play wanton with me.

I don't object.

Fuck who would?

Lana reaches my stomach now and her tongue snakes out to lick my skin, just as I did hers.

My hands tangle in her hair as I stroke but don't urge her on, I wish to see how far she will take this exploration of hers.

She kisses each defined abdominal muscle in turn before glancing up at me uncertainly to gauge my reaction. I know my eyes must be glittering with suppressed longing which seems to satisfy her. Her hand strokes and then grips my cock, which is already hard again, she stops and watches her own hand fascinated. I watch her and as I do my own arousal becomes a painful thing. I want her to wrap those plump lips around my cock and I want to push into her mouth as far as she will let me.

But I wait patiently.

She doesn't disappoint me. She moves down further and then looking up with those big doe eyes she takes me inside her mouth delicately, experimentally. I force myself to remain still when all I want to do is thrust. The feel of her soft lips around my dick is fucking wonderful.

I believe she needs instruction and besides that I find it pleasurable to order her around. So I say, my voice surprisingly firm; 'Suck. '

She does and my hips arch upward into her mouth without rational thought. Fuuck me.

I am in for it once this girl gets the hang of this.

Such sweet fucking torture.

Because my cock isn't small she picks up the slack with her tiny hands wrapped around the base as her head bobs up and down. I am barely controlled passion and painful lust, I want to fuck her mouth but I rein myself in.

After all, I think with satisfaction, she isn't a whore, she is my future wife.

I feel my control slipping with every small tug of her mouth and I have to warn her to move.

'Lana, ' I growl. 'Move.'

She shakes her head slightly and sucks harder. 'Lana,' I say. 'Move or swallow.' I am blunt honesty and still she doesn't move.

She releases my throbbing dick for only long enough to whisper. 'I want to taste you.'

Well, fuck who was I to deny her? Her beautiful eyes gaze into mine all shyness gone in the face of dangerous passion, I know mine must glitter with lust and barely reined in passion as they meet hers directly. My fingers tangle and tug, guiding her head along my shaft as I give in and let her have her way. I lift my hips slightly and go deeper down her throat, the feeling is indescribable and I know I am going to come in seconds. She is a natural and I am fucking grateful.

I watch closely as her luscious mouth moves up and down my cock. The sight alone is enough to seriously dent my famous Luthor self so control. I cannot help myself so I thrust into her waiting mouth and I am surprised by her moan of pleasure, I realise then that she is getting off by doing this to me. Seeing me lose my shit is getting her hot and probably wet.

Soon I cannot keep it in any longer and I come with enough force to make stars burst behind my eyelids.

I watch through slitted eyes as Lana swallows my very essence, it is the single most erotic thing I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. And that is saying a lot, considering some of the places I had hung out during my wild years in Metropolis. Tremors rock me to my very core and I cry out as she continues to suck with slowly sensuous glee.

'Come here.' I growl as I lift her bodily up to my lips. I can taste my own come on her lips and it tastes wonderful mixed with her unique taste.

It tastes of sex and of us. Our mingled flavours makes me harden again at the idea of anything of mine being mixed with Lana's. Hot damn this little girl is going to be the death of me.

She grins against my lips as she says; 'I have never done that before.'

I know she is being truthful, for while she is incredibly talented, I am experienced enough to see the signs of innocence and she has it in spades.

'I know. ' I reply before kissing her senseless.

We come up gasping for air and just lie the our foreheads touching as our breathing returns to normal. I am contented happiness and lustful slumbering desire in her arms.

I am happy.

I want her permanently.

'Are you staying? ' I ask cautiously. 'The night I mean.'

Lana pulls back to look at me. Her eyes filed with an undefined emotion, that I am too fearful to name just yet. I am vulnerable where this woman is concerned and I don't like it although I do like the freedom she brings me.

She bites her lower lip and worries it with her teeth a small smile lifting a single side of her full lips. 'I'd love to.' She says at last and I inwardly sigh in relief.

I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss the side of her face before whispering in her ear. 'Lex and Lana - who would have thought? '

She giggles before hugging me back forcefully. 'I did. A few times.' She admits.

I pull back and look at her mock severity in my eyes. 'And you never shared your thoughts? '

She strokes my face and then kisses me slowly and with aching tenderness before saying. 'I didn't think you were interested in me like that.'

I smirk and arch a brow at her. 'Lana, it's all I thought about since the fair when I first saw you.'

'Well, we are together now. ' she ventures grinning at me playfully. Her naked soft curves pressed into every inch of my hardness.

'Yes, we are.' I agree. 'What shall we do tomorrow?'

Lana rolls on top of me and continues to grin at me. She is a wanton angel perched upon my chest, all rumpled dark curls and heavenly face.

She is my dark angel.

'I don't care what we do, Lex, as long as I am with you. Nothing else matters.'

THE END.

A/N; I am going to take a vote on who wants more dates and what you would like for Lex to teach Lana? Lol. I wanted their first time to be relatively normal due to Lex actually loving Lana. So please review, it really does help with the incentive to write and send me your wish lists. Please review if you enjoyed reading this, it really and truly does help with incentive to write more. Thank you all.