No O for the CEO

Rating: Explicit, GP/alien anatomy Kara.

Description: Lena hasn't orgasmed in 4 years.

Tags: Smut, Comedy,  dash of angst, lots of edging (Lena), fingering, oral (Lena), and Lena gets the pounding of a lifetime.

Settling into the position as the CEO of L-Corp was far more challenging than Lena ever expected. She knew from the very beginning that the board wouldn’t approve of her – and not just because she lacked the ruthlessness of her family. When she had worked for her brother, she made more than a few enemies with her business savvy and proposals for new inventions. None of the men on the board liked that she could do it all, or how she refused to lead in name only – and their opinion hadn’t changed over time.

 For the most part, Lena handled the pressures of the job well, but she sometimes dreaded the moments when she needed to put on haughty airs so that no one would perceive her as weak.

After several years of it, she expected to become numb to the stress, and she often succeeded with that — but there was one big, lingering problem. Whenever she tried to unwind at the end of the day with a glass of her favorite Irish Whisky, and it led to her feeling the slightest bit loose, she pulled out her vibrator to work through her frustrations. Despite many attempts and more dead batteries than she could count, she never seemed capable of reaching orgasm. 

It should have been easy enough, because she always had a higher than average sex drive, but as time went by she started to accept defeat before even attempting to come. 

 
It seemed that Lex had lost all of his hair when he became CEO, and Lena had lost her ability to ever feel pleasure between her thighs again. All in all, she suspected that her brother got the better deal.
 

Months of sexual frustration eventually became years. She tried and failed at dating, bought every new sex toy on the market, and even started going to the gym regularly with the hopes that the endorphins from the exercise would somehow cause her cunt to unclench.

 

After a particularly stressful quarter, and more than one assassination attempt, it occurred to Lena that she might need to spend a night with someone to fix the problem once and for all. The smart choice would have been to hook up with a stranger, so that she didn’t have to deal with that person afterwards or the havoc of getting involved with someone just until they had dated long enough for sex to be on the table. She considered having a one night stand with a stranger she met at a conference. That would have been easy, although she didn’t need anyone spreading rumors about what she did at corporate events. 

The only way she could discreetly have sex with anyone was to sign up for a dating app and hope that none of her personal details would be too obvious on her profile.

 

She was in the middle of clicking through her abysmal choices one day when Kara entered her office. 

Kara had brought her cold brew latte, a chocolate muffin, and a bottle of water, and wrapped her up in a hug that made most of her anxieties slip away.

“I was in the area. I hope you don’t mind me stopping by.” Kara grinned from ear to ear as Lena loosened up on the hug.  
 

“Of course not. You always bring me food. How did you know I needed sustenance?” Lena asked as she crooked her eyebrow at Kara and dug the chocolate muffin out of its paper bag. 

She smiled down at the treat, then found herself observing her friend with a sizzle of interest in her belly. That feeling of attraction wasn’t new, but she had always admired Kara’s physical traits with a more objective appreciation, or so she liked to tell herself.  

Kara gave a modest and exaggerated shrug and tilted her head to the side as she smiled at Lena. “I know you forget to eat sometimes, and how dehydrated you get at work during your long days.” Her attention briefly wavered when she glanced towards the image of a well-muscled blonde woman on Lena’s phone screen. “I figured you’d be thirsty, and I was thinking about your muffin—I mean, I was thinking you’d enjoy a muffin—your favorite kind,” she clumsily corrected, and then pushed her glasses up on her nose, like her slip of the tongue had to do with bad eyesight, rather than a defect of speech production. 

Lena squinted at her and found it hard to resist smiling as she lowered herself back into her seat behind the desk. “Well, I definitely need the re-fuel to get through the next six hours,” she confided and lifted her phone with a self-deprecating chuckle. “This job is really getting to me lately. I was about to use a dating app for the first time in my life in the hopes of working off some of my stress.” 

She saw the exact moment her friend grasped the hidden meaning behind her words, because Kara’s eyes widened to comical proportions and she nodded harder. “Right, yes, stress. Is it really that bad? Can’t you just, you know, find a way to um relieve your stress alone? Not that—that there’s anything wrong with dating apps. It’s just you can never be too careful about who you might actually meet.”

 

 Kara’s rambling was endearing, and normally Lena wasn’t quite so blunt when it came to her personal life, yet there was an underlying sense of satisfaction when she deadpanned. “Kara, I haven’t achieved an orgasm since I took the role as CEO. If it means going on dates with a few weirdos until I find the right person, it’s a risk that I’m more than willing to take.”

 

Just as she imagined, Kara’s face burned with embarrassment, and her best friend glanced everywhere but at her until she blurted, “But you—with James—”

 

“The only benefit of sleeping with James Olsen was that he was like a giant heated pillow once he was finished.” Lena wasn’t sure why she was being so direct with Kara. Maybe she was seeking comfort, or someone to commiserate with her, but she inwardly told herself to rein it in.
 

“But that would mean—” Kara choked on her gasp, sputtering as she did the math. “Four years? Lena, nooo, that’s—god—that’s awful. I can’t believe you haven’t—”

 

“Orgasmed in such a long time?” Lena intoned dramatically, and raised a questioning brow just to smirk at the way Kara changed to a deeper shade of crimson.

 

“Yeah, that,” Kara mumbled, her anxious fingers pushing her glasses hard enough to almost bend the frames. “Have you tried making something? I mean, you’re incredible in the lab and your technology is—”

 

“Apparently no match for my inability to climax,” Lena explained candidly, tearing a chunk of the muffin off to chew viciously. “It’s funny, because I never had this problem until I came to National City. But my libido is still intact, which is more of a cruel joke than a blessing. Anyway— enough about my failings, how are you doing?”

Kara was still looking at her almost indirectly, and holding onto the frame of her glasses like she was considering pushing them up again to distract herself.

“I’m doing fine,” Kara announced with a small nervous laugh, and then reached across the desk to grab Lena’s phone. “Maybe I could help you—you know, with picking someone out. What’s your usual type?”

There was precarious moment during which Lena panicked as Kara clicked the wrong button on the phone and pulled up an embarrassing number of articles with great pictures of Supergirl’s muscles.

Kara stared at the photos for a long time as Lena subtly sank a little further down in her seat. She considered deflecting and bringing up any number of other topics, but Lena’s preference for honesty compelled her to be open with her best friend. 

“Okay, so maybe I like blondes who resemble Supergirl,” Lena admitted and her neck went tense as she canted her head off to the side and brushed the hair from her face. “Granted, Supergirl and I have a complicated history, but she at least possesses the physical traits that I find attractive.”

Supergirl wasn’t the only blonde she thirsted after, but she didn’t dare tell Kara that and risk losing her friend. 

Strangely, Kara popped up in her seat and her eyes gleamed with excitement. She seemed intrigued as she handed over Lena’s phone. 

“Supergirl… yeah, I could understand why you’d be attracted to her.” Kara nodded with enthusiasm and fiddled with her jacket, like she might have been thinking of removing it. 

“Why don’t you take that off and stay a while?” Lena gestured at Kara’s jacket, and for a second Kara froze before bursting into laughter. 

“I guess I should, shouldn’t I?” Kara asked as she clumsily stripped off the jacket, getting her arm stuck in one sleeve in the process. “Lena, I was thinking maybe I could help you with your problem – you know, as your best friend. I’m single, and I always sensed you were into Supergirl—” 

Lena stood up and walked over to the table where she kept a bottle of Scotch. She poured herself a double and then turned around in time to see Kara standing in a full Supergirl outfit in a pose very befitting the woman of Steel herself. 

“Oh… wow—you really came prepared for roleplay.” Lena was already lifting her Scotch glass to her mouth, so she only had a partial view of Kara, but she liked what she saw. 

“N-no, I’m actually Supergirl,” Kara stammered softly, like she was desperate to convince Lena that she could turn her on by playing that role. 

“You certainly will be in my eyes if you can make me come,” Lena remarked, still sipping at her drink in the hopes of feeling more bold. 

Even through the bottom of her glass, Lena could see the flustered blush crawl up Kara’s throat to leave her cheeks as red as the short skirt she now wore. It was a titillating sight, and Lena commended Kara on at least having the nerve to attempt such a confident persona. She downed her drink in two large gulps and set the crystal tumbler aside to level Kara with a look she reserved for business meetings.
 

“I don’t have many friends, Kara, and I certainly don’t want to lose you.” Lena started in a cool whisper. She felt vulnerable in her desire for Kara. She had boxed up and buried it inside herself along with many of her other wants, because that was how she handled complications. Now she was conflicted in ways she would have rather ignored, but it was better to say what was on her mind before they did anything to tarnish their relationship. “If this is going to make things weird and uncomfortable—”

“It won’t.” Kara uttered, sharp and concise enough for Lena to close her mouth. Lena scrunched her brows in wonder and would have laughed if Kara hadn’t followed it up with an assertive, “Lie on the couch, Lena, I want you to show me how you touch yourself.”

“You want me to masturbate in front of you?” Lena choked out, the liquid courage she had poured herself nowhere to be found. “In my office, no less.” She murmured, the beat of her heart increasing as she considered it.
 

“I want to see what you like so I can help you.” Kara clarified, and after a moment's hesitation, she removed the glasses from her face and placed her hands on her hips.

Kara strode forward, and for a fleeting moment, Lena could only stare back at her as shock battled her building arousal.
 

“You are Supergirl,” Lena croaked out, and she was hit with two very opposing thoughts at once. Her best friend was a superhero who had been lying to her for years, and Kara wanted to watch while she fucked herself.

By all accounts that shouldn’t have excited Lena, and yet she felt the heat of her anger rush straight to her cunt as excitement trickled into her panties. She really did have a type, and it was consolidated in Kara Danvers.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, I just never knew how.” Kara confessed, her kind eyes watching Lena like a hawk. “If you don’t want to continue, I understand, but if you’re willing to let me help, then please, get comfortable.”

 

Viable excuses built up on the tip of Lena’s tongue — anger being at the forefront, yet not a single one was breathed to life as she silently walked herself over to settle down on the white leather sofa. She fussed with the hem of her skirt while Kara locked the office doors.
 

Lena felt oddly enthralled by the fact that Kara had given up her identity immediately upon finding out she was interested in Supergirl.

Kara looked as breathless as she was, though her tone was pure power when she said, “You can begin, Miss Luthor.”


Those bright blue eyes pinned her to the couch with expectation. Lena could feel her pulse in her clit, and her fingers trembled as she reclined to bunch up her skirt. She tried to convince herself that friends helped one another out all the time, and shuddered when Kara stepped closer to place a comforting hand on her knee.
 

Kara’s fingers slid along the delicate skin of her inner thigh, and Lena watched as her best friend gently peeled off her panties to expose her cunt. She was already dewy with arousal, pink and parted with growing need. Lena covered herself with her hand, almost ashamed of herself for being so into it, and then exhaled a shaky breath.
 

“Start with your clit, Lena,” Kara whispered, so quietly that Lena wasn’t entirely sure her friend had spoken at all. “Caress it gently until you begin to relax.”

Lena followed the instructions and teased herself with her index finger. The unexpected pleasure of having Kara’s eyes on her wet slit was almost as startling as the sound of a moan on her lips. It had been such a long time since she experienced pleasure that it was almost too much for her. She shied away from truly giving in, and soon her chest was heaving from the effort of resisting.
 

“This isn’t working,” Lena breathed out, even as she rubbed her clit with two fingers, sweeping them up and down through her arousal. Her back arched as she lifted her hips and pushed her cunt into her own hand, but then she stopped, perturbed by how close she was to actually coming in front of Kara.

 

It was embarrassing to glance up at her friend, to see the attentive expression on Kara’s face. Lena would have closed her eyes and asked her to leave if some part of her didn’t want more. She was stunned by the way she craved Kara’s attention and the excitement it brought, and when she made no move to pull down her skirt, Kara’s gaze lingered on Lena’s wet fingers.
 

Their eyes locked, and Lena’s heart thumped harder in her chest with a silent plea for something she wasn’t quite sure how to articulate. She wanted to continue, but only if Kara wanted her to continue, and it confused her, even as her clit throbbed beneath her fingers. “Kara, I—”

“Keep going,” Kara instructed, her hand subtly pushing Lena’s knee further apart to spread her pussy lips. Even without looking, Lena knew she glistened with need and she let her legs part wider for Kara to see.

“Don’t worry about coming,” Kara whispered. “Don’t even think about it, just do what I tell you and I’ll make sure you feel good.”
 

Handing over that kind of control went against every Luthor bone in her body, and yet her breaths were shallow and her nipples were stiff, and she was hanging on Kara’s every word.
 

“Rub your clit faster and rock your hips.” Kara directed confidently, and Lena whimpered when her cunt clenched in response.

Lena dropped her head back against the sofa and resumed playing with her clit until it was aroused and red. She sank her fingers into the entrance of her cunt and crooked them when Kara’s lips parted in appreciation.
 

She was lazy with her thrusts, dipping into her slick hole and retreating before she went in deep. It was as much a tease for herself as it was for Kara and she shivered when her friend leaned closer for a better look.

 

“Good, Lena, keep doing that,” Kara encouraged and sat down across from her like she always did when they met up for lunch, only this time her best friend was fixated on her bare pussy. Lena was opening herself up with slow and careful strokes of her fingers, while continuing to stimulate herself with her other hand.
 

She found herself reaching up to rub her nipples through her blouse without fully thinking about it, and then Kara was unbuttoning it so she could touch directly. It was a brazen move on Kara’s part, and Lena couldn’t have been more grateful.
 

Lena’s skin was warm and soft, and her fingers were rough enough to leave behind bright marks when she squeezed at her pale breasts. Being watched was never a fantasy of hers, but having Kara as an eager audience changed all of that.
 

Her friend’s hand kneaded the supple flesh of her mid thigh, and Lena pulled at her swollen nipple with fevered urgency.
 

It dawned on her that she might actually come from this attention – that all of those years of frustration and failed attempts might be relieved in a quick instant, and she felt a pang of longing that defied her better senses.
 

Lena didn’t want it to end so fast. She wanted this glorious moment drawn out so she could savor it.

“Are you feeling good, Lena?” Kara asked, her voice a few octaves lower than usual. The raspy husk was sexy and Lena whined as panic began to seize her.
 

She did feel good, too good, and her cunt was so fucking wet that the sound of her fingers plunging into her tight channel drowned out her whine.
 

Lena still didn’t want this to end, but her body was so adrift in the carnal sensations that she pumped her fingers faster into her cunt and gasped as her back arched. She raised her cunt higher, closer to Kara’s face, and whimpered, “I’m so close.”

As the seconds stretched on and her fingers furiously strummed at her clit, Lena’s pleasure didn’t peak. She was stuck at the top of the ride just like usual, and she felt a peculiar sense of relief, despite her mounting frustration. Lena’s muscles strained and her toes began to cramp as they curled in desperation. She writhed on her couch, whining and sweating as the tendons in her neck pulled taut.

Kara’s dark eyes bore into her with interest and Lena huffed out ragged breaths as she teetered on the edge of a bliss so strong she could practically taste it. Yet it was out of reach, and the silence between them became thick and heavy, settling over Lena to smother her soft grunts as they broke free of her lips. “Kara, I can’t—”
 

“You can.” Kara asserted, her hands wrapping around Lena’s knees to hold them apart. She watched Lena’s fingers slip and slide between her soaked pussy lips and exhaled breathlessly, “You will, and you’ll do it when I tell you that you can.”
 

That statement rocked through Lena so forcefully that she trembled from Kara’s intensity. She kept going, shameless in the way she sped up in her excitement to show Kara this part of herself, so hedonistic and wild.
 

“Please,” Lena whimpered, unravelling in her need for release. “Please—”
 

“Come, Lena.” Kara rasped, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as she devoured the sight of her. “Come right now.”

 

Lena’s body went rigid as she experienced pure rapture, and she almost passed out from the rush of sharing it with Kara. She was all shuddery as she took deep breaths and tiny flickers of light danced through her vision. Her cunt fluttered from the orgasm, clenching and releasing inside.
 

It was only in hindsight that she realized how awkward she felt about doing this with her best friend. Lena hurried to pull her skirt down and fix her blouse.
 

She needed to process her feelings for Kara and how they had developed alongside her complicated relationship with Supergirl.

“You know what, I should probably get back to work,” Lena announced in a quiet tone as she chose avoidance over discussing what had just happened. She couldn’t fully look at Kara, and the energy in the room shifted to one of shame.  
 

Kara understood what turned her on, and Lena could see more than burning questions in her friend’s eyes. 

“Okay, but lunch tomorrow?” Kara asked in a clear effort to slip back into their usual banter. “There’s this new place around the corner that does the best deep dish pizza.”
 

“Go ahead and text me the details,” Lena mumbled under her breath, already on her feet to find the pack of wet wipes she kept in her desk drawer. She cleaned her fingers with rough, angry swipes as the bliss in her veins drained away and left her with nothing but the empty ache of clarity.

What had she done?

“Okay, great, I uh —I’ll get on that.” Kara agreed quickly, dressed in her civilian clothes as she hurried to unlock Lena’s office door.
 

Lena got the impression that Kara would have flown off if she hadn’t arrived as Kara Danvers, and a sickening twist of her stomach caused her to stand hunched over her desk.
 

Oh god, she was a fool. The biggest idiot on Earth. She had just ruined her friendship and found out the two women she had been lusting after were in fact the same person. Which wasn’t bad, exactly, but certainly at odds with everything she had ever known. Her best friend was actually Supergirl, and she hadn’t trusted Lena with the truth until now.
 

All of her Luthor nature encouraged her to lash out and fight at being so thoroughly deceived, but Lena held it back and sank into her chair with a shaky breath.
 

The image of Kara so eager to help in her pursuit of pleasure flashed before her eyes and her heart sped up. Kara had really given up her identity just to make sure she reached orgasm. Was it simply Kara’s helpful nature, or was it because they were best friends?
 

It baffled Lena so much that she cancelled the rest of her day and ignored Kara’s texts. She indulged in a bottle of wine when she returned home and tried to forget the heat in Kara’s eyes when she was staring at her cunt.
 

Just the memory of it made Lena wet, and her pussy throbbed as she recalled Kara’s strong hands on her thighs, parting them so she could watch as she fucked herself.
 

She shouldn’t have wanted to touch herself to the thought of it, and yet that’s exactly what Lena did. In the privacy of her bed, with a vibrator in hand, Lena attempted to work through her tangled emotions by fucking them away. She gave up an hour later, unsatisfied and ferociously frustrated, cursing herself and Kara under her breath.
 

It was then that she begrudgingly accepted Kara’s invite to lunch the following day, because like it or not, they had a lot to talk about, and she couldn’t endure another four years of being inorgasmic.

The next day, she showed up to their lunch date feeling almost evasive and shy, especially when she reached out to give Kara a hug. It took her a few minutes to begin acting like a business woman again, and she clasped her hands the moment she sat down as though they were going to launch into negotiation.
 

“Look, I’m just going to be blunt about this,” Lena began and pursed her lips as she considered her phrasing. “I don’t like that you kept your secret from me for four years, but I am grateful for what you did yesterday to help relieve my stress.”
 

“I’m happy to help you out any time,” Kara announced with enthusiasm and grabbed two menus from the rack on the table. “You’re my best friend, Lena, and I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship by holding anything back. I tried telling you about my identity a few times, but then I just chickened out because I was afraid of losing you.” 

Lena would have been much angrier if she hadn’t been thinking about how Kara had unbuttoned her blouse the day before. She was staring at Kara’s lips, but not listening as she fantasized about sex.

“I think you lost me,” Lena muttered, then her mind caught up and she blinked over at Kara in horror. “I don’t mean as a friend. I just — I zoned out for a second. I expected to sleep better last night after - you know - but it turns out that I haven’t even melted the tip of the iceberg of my stress.” 

Kara’s crestfallen face conveyed her disappointment and Lena swallowed thickly when her friend reached out to clasp her hand. The contact wasn’t new. They had always been very free with affection, but Lena’s mind was stuck on the fact that Kara’s fingers were wrapped around the same ones she had stuffed in her cunt the day before.
 

The warmth of Kara’s hand should have given her comfort, but instead all it served to do was trigger the memories of how wet and tight her pussy had been. And Kara witnessed it, she saw with her own eyes just how desperate Lena was for satisfaction.
 

“What can I do to help?” Kara asked, her soft tone as jarring as a gunshot.
 

Lena snapped back to reality and pulled her hand free so fast she almost slapped herself in the face. “What?” She muttered, embarrassed by her one track mind, and her inability to stay focused on the conversation.

“Should I come over tonight before you go to sleep?” Kara lowered her voice and tipped her head to the side while anxiously fiddling with the frame of her glasses. “To uh—to help relax you, so that you get the rest you need?”
 

Discussing sex through euphemisms was more comfortable than openly explaining what she needed, and Lena gave a slow nod as she admitted, “I would appreciate that.” 

She should have left it at that, but she had certain hopes for how their night would go.
 

It was hard to address that with Kara and she batted her eyelashes as she put her hand out across the table. “The whole thing is, I really struggle to just let go on my own, and I could use a little more than your guidance.” 

Lena peered down at Kara’s fingers and took a sharp breath. She pulled her own hand back out of fear and watched the waiter hurry to their table with a tray of pizza. 

The waiter placed the food in front of them, and Lena was grateful they had an excuse to forget about what she had said.
 

“So I’ll come to your apartment around seven,” Kara announced and observed Lena from behind the rim of her glasses. “There’s something you should know before I…” Her voice dropped a decibel as a couple walked close enough to overhear her. “Before I help you. I consider myself nonbinary, and my anatomy might be different to what you're expecting. For the most part, my ancestors used this device called the matrix to figure out if they were a match with someone, and they never really reproduced in the traditional sense once it was implemented.”
 

Lena tried not to overreact to that, because while her scientific curiosity was piqued, she wanted to leave it up to Kara to share more with her.  
 

Over the course of the meal, Kara provided her with more information about it, and they carefully discussed Lena’s feelings about giving up control. She confessed some of her sexual predilections, and they made some decisions about what they would do later that night.

Lena returned to her penthouse around six o’clock and took a long shower. She scrubbed her legs and arms with a jasmine scented body wash and stood under the hot spray until she felt renewed.  
 

It had been part of their agreement that Kara would arrive at an unspecified time instead of showing up at seven. Not knowing added an element of excitement, and Lena wondered if she would be caught off guard when she turned the water off and stepped out to grab her towel. She wrapped it around herself and walked into her bedroom as her thoughts drifted to lingerie. Quite often she dressed for herself, and though nobody got to glimpse the sexy silk panties or lacy little numbers that she wore, they never ceased to boost her confidence.

 

 Tonight, however, she dressed with Kara in mind.
 

She knew her friend favored the color blue, so she chose a scandalous strip of fabric that could barely be called a thong. It hardly covered anything, but it concealed enough, and she imagined Kara would enjoy taking it off. She chose a flattering, form fitting negligee instead of clothes, content to let her nipples poke through the sheer fabric with inviting allure. She wanted Kara’s attention and she wasn’t afraid to show it, even if it complicated their friendship.

For the next half hour, Lena took her time applying make-up and styling her hair, opting to leave it down so Kara could thread her fingers through it if she so desired. When she was done, Lena admired herself in the floor to ceiling mirror, and ventured into the kitchen for a glass of water to quench a thirst she knew would only be sated by her friend.
 

Lena only managed a sip when the air around her shifted. The balcony door she had left open in invitation suddenly swung shut and there Kara was, standing with her hip pressed against the kitchen island, her hair tied up and her glasses off. Kara looked handsome in the crisp white cotton shirt and black pants she had chosen to wear. A slim belt tied the look together and Lena’s mouth went dry as she took in the authoritative arrogance Kara exuded with just a subtle lift of her chin.

“Kara, hi,” Lena croaked in surprise, the delight in her heart spreading to her fingertips as she set the glass down.

“Lena,” Kara’s melodic tone wrapped around her as the Super strode forward. “Are you ready to begin?”

A shiver of anticipation trickled down Lena’s spine when Kara circled her once to openly appraise the negligee she wore.

Lena felt somehow more naked when Kara’s fingers brushed against the hem, making it flutter with the lightest of touches. “Yes,” she breathlessly uttered.
 

“Good,” Kara announced, her hand finding the nape of Lena’s neck to bring her closer. Their mouths were almost touching, and Kara’s warm breath tickled over Lena’s lips as she whispered, “Because I’ve spent hours thinking about all the ways I’m going to make you come. And I’m not going to stop until you're completely satisfied.”

Lena swallowed back a whimper and gestured down the hall to her bedroom, but she lost her nerve to speak. Her mouth was so close to Kara’s and she felt her stomach drop pleasantly when her best friend suddenly swept her off her feet.  
 

Kara carried her to the bedroom, where she moved the straps down Lena’s negligee. It slipped over her shoulders until her breasts were exposed, and Kara showed no hesitancy over taking handfuls or pinching at her sore nipples. Their mouths ventured close together in a flirtation of a kiss, and Lena exhaled warmly as anticipation thrummed through her body. She stopped herself at the last second from leaning in and shivered as Kara took the lead.
 

“Sit down and spread your legs for me,” Kara whispered, her lips ghosting over Lena’s as they shared breath.
 

Heat blazed through Lena’s veins, and she knew even before her backside touched the sheets that she was wet already. Kara’s calm confidence stirred up longings that she could hardly wait to explore, and when she parted her legs, she saw her friend’s eyes hone in on the scrap of fabric that barely concealed her modesty.
 

It was a tease between them, a silken barrier that showcased quite clearly that her cunt was aroused. Kara wasted no time with it as she bent low to slip her fingertip beneath the small blue triangle, the fabric now as dark as her eyes.

“I’m going to take this off,” Kara asserted while stroking her finger delicately between Lena’s pussy lips to feel the slick warmth gathered there. “Then you’re going to lie back and take two of my fingers, but you aren’t allowed to come until I say you can. Got it?”

Lena inhaled a stuttered breath and nodded sharply. After their conversation at lunch, she had hoped that Kara would play on the aspect of her need to give up that power, and her friend didn’t disappoint.
 

“Who is in charge of when you orgasm?” Kara asked, her gaze intense and locked with Lena’s as she peeled the soaked thong off her cunt. She slid it down her legs and left it to be forgotten on the floor, and Lena all but threw herself across the bed the second it was gone.
 

“You are,” Lena was quick to utter, breathless as she opened her legs for Kara. “You’re in control.”

 
“That’s right, and you’re going to do everything I say tonight.” Kara’s lustful words were barely a hush as she settled on the bed next to Lena fully clothed. Her fingers tickled up the inside of Lena’s inner thigh, slow and precise to heighten the sweet tension that manifested between them.
 

By the time Kara traced along her slit, Lena was already breathing heavy, and her jaw went slack when her friend pushed two fingers into her slick cunt.

She was obscenely messy with arousal, and Kara’s first slow thrusts evoked a moan from her. Lena’s toes curled, and she blindly dug her nails into the blankets on either side of her when Kara coaxed her inner muscles to relax. The come-hither motion rubbed into her walls and Lena spread her thighs wider, eager and shameless for the quicker plunge of Kara’s long fingers. She caught her lip between her teeth as she watched, so tempted to ask for it harder, for Kara to show off some of her strength by pinning her down.

 
Lena didn’t get the chance as Kara thumbed at her clit, firm tight circles that sped up to match the plunge of her fingers. “I think you can take more,” Kara breathed out in clear excitement, and Lena whimpered in agreement, her hooded eyes following Kara’s to watch as her hole stretched for a third.

Kara’s fingers were glossy with her nectar and they could both hear the slick sound of her cunt with every deep in and out. She rocked into Kara’s hand and pressed her head back into the pillow with a soft gasp, her chest rising and falling as Kara massaged her passionately.

“Tell me when you’re close.” Kara instructed, her lips brushing the swell of Lena’s breast before she flicked her tongue out to tease a nipple.

The surprise of it caused Lena’s cunt to clench and she whined when Kara’s lips wrapped around the pebbled flesh.
 

“My god, Kara,” Lena blurted, her ragged moan falling short as her legs came together. She gyrated her hips, forcing Kara’s fingers into her tight hole, and brought a hand up to squeeze at her tits.

“Keep them open,” Kara commanded, her firm tone leaving no room for discussion. She stilled her hand until Lena obeyed, and rewarded her with harder thrusts when she parted her knees. “I want to see you take my fingers, Lena. Stay like that while I touch you.”

It shouldn’t have sent such a thrill through Lena to be told to show off her cunt, but there was no denying how much she enjoyed it. Kara’s insistence sent adrenaline through her blood and she writhed, unabashed and wanton as her hips raised up with pleasure.
 

“Close,” Lena whimpered, pinching at her nipples until Kara restrained her hand. Another jolt of pleasure tightened in her core and she whined, “Kara, I’m so—”

“Not yet.” The sharp sound of Kara’s words should have deterred her pleasure, but Lena found it did the opposite.
 

Being denied her release only heightened how good she felt. She squirmed on Kara’s fingers, simultaneously straining to hold back, while she eagerly tried to rub her cunt against her friend’s hand.

Kara didn’t stop. She kept the same pace and worked her thumb into Lena’s clit with determination. Lena groaned, desperate and needy for more.

She had to press her lips together to stop her continuous whimper when Kara took her with faster strokes. The sloppy sound of her cunt took over, and she closed her eyes to bask in the sensation of Kara’s fingers. There was no torment more exquisite than Kara doing all of this only to bring her to the perfect edge. She shook from it – a pleasure so vast it weaved through every muscle, and Kara pulled them all tight with the barest crook of her finger along Lena’s sensitive walls.
 

“Kara, please —please fuck me,” Lena moaned out without second guessing her words, or overthinking how they were directed at her best friend. She glanced at Kara in time to see how her pleas landed, and whined as her pussy gave the slightest of spasms.
 

Kara wore the same expression on her face as she often did when she was being particularly competitive—tight lipped, with the smallest scrunch between her brows as she focused completely on Lena. She rolled the pad of her thumb in maddening circles around Lena’s clit and kept Lena in a precarious arch with her shoulders pressed heavily into the bed.
 

On impulse, Lena reached out and grazed her hand over Kara’s pants, her fingers landing on something wonderfully solid that she had yet to see. It was a brief touch that Kara quickly put an end to by restraining her again, yet it was enough to thrill Lena.
 

 “Please,” Lena gasped, trying to wiggle her hips in order to make Kara’s thumb rub directly over her throbbing clit. “I need--”

“I know exactly what you need,” Kara rumbled, and continued to deny Lena the release she craved while her body contorted to try and achieve it. “And you’ll get it multiple times, but only when I let you.”

 

 It was the most profoundly frustrating experience, and yet somehow the most exceptionally addictive.
 

Lena wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or sob, and even when her foot went into a cramp and her jaw ached from the strain of her moans, she wanted more. She quaked like the earth ready to erupt, and teetered on the brink until Kara growled out seductively, “Come, Lena.”
 

The noise Lena made was alien to her own ears as she went rigid in ecstasy. It was a sound so feral and desperate that it felt unearthed from her soul, where it must have laid dormant all those years. Warm slick gushed out of her clenching channel and she jolted against the bed when Kara’s hot mouth pressed wetly to her cunt.
 

“Fuck-oh fuck-Kara I-it’s too much—” Lena groaned, her ragged breaths and eager hands at odds with her own statement. She held onto Kara’s head to keep her friend between her legs and rolled her pelvis with shameless desire to prolong her orgasm.
 

Kara lapped at her clit like she lacked inhibitions, and swirled her tongue around the sensitive, swollen peak. She wrapped her lips around it to suck, and flicked her tongue with just the right amount of firmness to make Lena tremble.

Lena was right there again, back on that fucking edge, and praying that Kara would let her tumble into the euphoric oblivion she promised with her tongue. She lost control of herself, her thighs locked around Kara’s face, and her hands clawed at her friends shoulders and then the sheets. She undulated desperately, greedy for the pleasure Kara was giving her freely.
 

Every rapid breath she took became a moan and Lena forgot she had things like pride and intelligence when Kara palmed at her breasts and played with her nipples. Her entire mind was empty with pleasure and she felt like she might transcend her body when Kara moaned into her cunt. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

Lena’s cunt was still in spasm from her first orgasm, and she groaned, rich and dirty as her second climax took over. Kara continued to roll her tongue between Lena’s pussy lips, her fingers buried deep while she brought her down from the dopamine high.
 

Aftershocks of pleasure kept Lena’s legs shaky, and her satisfaction left her limp on the bed. She could have sworn she felt Kara press a kiss to her inner thigh, but when her eyes finally focused, her friend was standing at the edge of the bed tearing the foil wrapper of a condom open.

“Leave it off.” Lena’s request was soft and hoarse, but she could tell Kara heard her. 

Kara discarded the latex and unbuckled her belt, and Lena’s mouth fell open as she watched her best friend shrug the shirt off over her head.
 

From the many times Kara had held her, Lena knew that the nickname Girl of steel was justified, though seeing Kara’s ripple of abdominal muscles and flexed bicep was a different thrill altogether. 

 
As Kara yanked down her pants, Lena was rapt with interest and her pupils widened from lust. When positioned over her on the bed, Kara’s cock was about the same length as her forearm. Lena tried to reach for it and brushed her fingertips over the tip before Kara took her hand and moved it lower on the shaft.
 

“You know, I’m more than willing to return this favor any time you want,” Lena commented as she began to jerk at Kara’s erection in long, slow strokes. Her fingers didn’t fit around Kara’s girth and she marveled at the heat of it pressed into her palm.  
 

“Isn’t that what you’re doing right now?” Kara intoned meaningfully, her hands resting on her hips in that signature Supergirl pose while she watched Lena eagerly massage her length.
 

There was lust clouding those sky blue eyes, and Kara licked her bottom lip before she caught it between her teeth when Lena gripped a little firmer.
 

“Maybe I’m just thanking you for helping me out in my hour of need,” Lena lilted, stroking sensually from base to tip with a haughty raised eyebrow.
 

Kara looked pleased, if not a little arrogant, but that was exactly what Lena wanted. She doubted she would ever be able to see Kara stand like that again without picturing her naked and proud with her cock resting in her hand. As far as sacrifices went, it was one Lena was happy to make, and if it made their friendship slightly awkward, she could live with it.
 

They stared at one another, silent and hungry, and Lena hoped that Kara was going to be just as demanding with her own pleasure on the line. She must have conveyed it with her eyes, because Kara was on the bed and pinning her face down so fast that the air stuck in her throat.


“Who said I was finished?” Kara whispered seductively against her ear, and Lena groaned when she felt the wide tip of her friend’s cock press into her snug hole. “I mean, I promised you orgasms, Lena, and two isn’t nearly enough.”

Kara punctuated her statement by slamming every inch of her thick cock into Lena’s welcoming heat, and gave her all of two seconds to relish the fullness it created before she began to rock her hips.

 
Lena was certain that if she ever had sex with a mere mortal again, it would never compare to those moments with Kara. She gasped from how Kara’s shaft plunged inside of her, almost hissing after every retreat and exhaling after every thrust.
 

“I’ll be sure to keep score so I can adequately repay you,” Lena suggested and held on tight to a pillow when Kara began to get rough. 

Kara’s fingers wove into her hair, and the grip at the roots was a sensual little reminder to Lena that she was deliciously at the mercy of her best friend. She had needed this pounding for years, and the dominant side of Kara emerged to deliver with an enthusiasm that Lena would feel in the morning. Kara’s hands moved to her breasts, grabbing and kneading them while pushing into her cunt. The simultaneous stimulation of her nipples and inner channel was getting her even wetter and she wondered if Kara noticed the immediate difference. 

The moan that poured from Kara’s lips was thick and syrupy, and she pressed her face into the nape of Lena’s neck when her pussy clenched unexpectedly. It was a tremor of pleasure, nothing close to an orgasm, and yet Kara was breathless as she groaned, “Rao, you feel incredible.”
 

“You like how tight I am stretched around your cock?” Lena wickedly asked just to see how Kara would react to her filthy mouth. “Wait until you feel me come, I bet you won’t be able to last.” She knew exactly what she was doing, throwing down a gauntlet like that, and Lena regretted nothing when Kara picked up her pace to slam into her with more power.

 

The rough smack of her friend’s thighs rocked Lena’s pelvis into the bed, and she writhed against the sheets when Kara’s hand snaked around her hip to delve between her thighs. Those strong fingers parted Lena’s pussy lips and she grunted into the pillow, muffled and broken, when Kara rubbed into her clit.

God, she was so sensitive and desperate that every stroke caused her ass and thighs to clench, and the more Lena whined, the harder Kara fucked her. She strained beneath her friend, jaw slack and hands restlessly grasping at the sheets as her pleasure began to peak. Lena was so close that her inner muscles rippled around Kara’s cock, and she craned her head back, exhaling harsh excited breaths that she almost choked on when Kara rasped, “Don’t you dare come without permission.”

 

Panic and euphoria clashed within Lena, and she fisted the blankets as Kara took her straight to the edge of bliss and held her there. Kara expertly played with Lena’s clit, sliding her fingers through her arousal, and never kept the same momentum with her thrusts.
 

The bombardment of sensations made Lena jittery, and she sank her teeth into the pillow to stifle the beautiful frustration that had her begging for more.

 

“Ka-ra-” Lena whined pathetically, her voice cracking as she fought to hold off her orgasm. “Kara please—”

“No, not yet.” Kara breathlessly stated, railing Lena with an almost animalistic urgency. The rhythm of her hips was stuttered, but powerful and her breaths were almost as ragged as Lena’s exhalations.
 

 “Fuck,” Lena grunted through clenched teeth, willing herself to resist as she hissed, “Please I’m so close—”
 

“Wait for me.” Kara demanded, and it struck Lena that her friend was racing to get to her own climax while deliciously torturing her in the process.
 

It was such a fucking turn on to hear Kara so desperate to come in her cunt. Lena had to dig her own nails into her palms just to offset the pleasure a little longer and a keening whine began at the  back of her throat.

“Hurry,” Lena deliriously cried, precariously close to falling into bliss that she felt helpless to hold it back any longer. “Fuck me faster, use your powers, take me harder,” she rambled, so consumed with the idea of them coming together that she intentionally clenched around Kara’s cock to beg for her seed. “Now, now, I need it now.”
 

Kara’s guttural groan of ecstasy was everything Lena hoped it would be, and she wasn’t sure if it was the sound of it or the throb of Kara’s cock that pushed her vigorously over the edge. Lena’s cunt clamped wetly around her friend’s girth and the internal pulsations milked Kara’s release straight out of her. It was infinitely more satisfying than she could have imagined and she sprawled out, boneless and breathless and thoroughly sated while Kara continued to empty her load.

The benefit to Kryptonian anatomy was that Kara could last hours, if not days in a row, and Lena had so many orgasms that night that she couldn’t possibly keep tally.
 

Kara wore her out and left her pleasantly sore, and Lena fell asleep some time before daybreak and slept peacefully until the middle of the next morning. She would have slept even longer, but the curtains were still drawn, and she sat upright in bed when Kara landed out on her balcony with coffee and bagels. 

“I thought you could use a little extra sleep, so I flew out to get breakfast,” Kara explained and hoisted the cup carrier and the paper bag higher as she stepped back into the bedroom. 

At some point the night before, Lena had entertained thoughts of waking up early and cooking breakfast for Kara, though she wasn’t sure how she would have managed it when there was only a packet of soy sauce and a jar of mustard in her fridge. 

“Have I said lately how much I appreciate your very generous nature?” Lena asked with a hint of flirtation in her voice, and reached for her latte. 

“A few times, yeah, but I think you could remind me again later, and maybe tomorrow, and the day after that,” Kara rejoined with a grin and eagerly sat down on the bed so she could open the paper bag with their food. 

“Are we making this a part of our regular routine?” Lena questioned with a crinkle between her eyebrows as she contemplated just how much sex Kara was implying they would have. “Fitting it in between lunch dates and gym classes?”

“Unless you don’t want that.” Kara’s shoulders slumped a little at the thought.

“No, no—I do, I really do,” Lena corrected and put out her hand to stop Kara from drawing the wrong conclusions. She didn’t know how to express that she wanted more than casual sex with her best friend, but she assumed she would eventually figure that out.

“Good,” Kara breathed out in what sounded like relief before she took a big bite out of her bagel. “Because I was pretty worried there for a second. By the way, I don’t actually love going to the gym, so maybe we could just get our exercise by doing other things. Like—hiking—”

“If you don’t like going to the gym, why did you agree to sign up with me?” Lena asked in an accusatory whisper. 

Kara’s eyes moved too fast for her own good, and she glanced at Lena’s breasts and legs as she blushed. “I wanted to support you.”

Lena laughed at that, and she would have scolded Kara, if her friend hadn’t used that opportune moment to evade trouble with a kiss.