I Spy Never Got so Complicated
by
Lady-T
Disclaimer: Not no way never have shall been nor not will be ever mine. Or something.
Feedback: Well, like... Duh!
Author's Notes: It's fluffy smut... or smutty fluff, depending on how you look at it.
I'm ignoring Scott. Sorry, he makes the story too complicated ;p
That and he bugs me.
That and there's no story.
Thanks to RC for the beta and for not minding my random Britishness.
This one's sort of for KAT... cause I like you and you tell me when things suck so I can make them better ^_^
Logan woke with the cool, filtered air of the medlab circulating round his bare shoulders. His body was comfortable and warm beneath the thermal blanket and he grunted sleepily, stretching recently-abused muscles as his eyes slowly flickered open.
He yawned, eyes scrunching shut then blinking furiously to try and rid the sleep-haze from his vision.
He felt pretty good really. Not too groggy, not too stiff. A little sleepy still, but nothing a good beer and a night in his own bed wouldn't fix.
Even for a super-healer there's only so much excitement you can take in one day and he'd certainly had his fair share. The mission he'd been on had been... "sticky" to say the least.
"Jeannie...?"
He heard the rustle of her lab coat as she came to stand by him, the warmth of her hand picking up his wrist to measure his pulse.
"Logan, you're awake." He heard the smile in her voice as she put his arm down again, fussing over charts and papers on her clipboard.
"Did ya ever doubt it, Darlin'?" he smirked.
"With you? No," she replied, patting his shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel..." he did quick a mental check of his wellbeing. Yup, everything still where it should be. "I feel fantastic."
Jean smiled brilliantly.
"Though..." he continued, "I'd feel a whole lot better if you turned the lights on."
Jean blinked and glanced at the overhead lamp as if it might have been fooling her.
"Logan, the lights ARE on..."
Logan thought about this for a second.
"Ah."
There was silence.
"This could be a problem..." he finally mused.
Jean sighed while she fished a penlight out of her pocket.
"Can you tell me what you see?" she asked, squinting at his eyes as he blinked.
Logan shrugged.
"It's not, perhaps, a large, black tarpaulin?" he asked.
Jean shook her head.
"Uh, no."
"Thought not."
Jean chewed slightly on her lip while she considered it.
"I'm going to shine this light in your eyes. I want you to tell me if you see anything."
He nodded and she flashed the small torch into his open eyes, noting no reflex action from his irises.
"Don't see Jack..." he muttered, his eyes remaining eerily still as they stared ever so slightly upwards.
"Logan, can you try and roll your eyes for me, please?"
He tried, but again there was no response, the usually expressive hazel orbs staying perfectly still.
Jean nibbled on the end of her pen, contemplating the situation.
"Interesting..."
Logan scratched his head and levered himself upright, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
"Well, Jeanie..." He rolled his bare shoulders to work out the kinks. "Nice as it's been to lie here and play I spy with ya, if there's nothing you can do I guess I'll be outta' here..."
Jean looked at him.
"You're leaving?"
Logan nodded. "Well... yup..."
Jean pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Let me put this in language even you can understand, Logan... you're completely blind..."
"Yeah, and...?"
She sighed audibly.
"What?" he frowned. "It'll heal..."
Jean rolled her eyes. "Logan, while I do not doubt your capacity to heal, let me explain this to you in very small words. You've had a whack on the head so let's stick to the simple facts here..."
Logan growled. "Hey..."
"Shut up, Logan, I'm not done talking yet."
He pouted.
"While I fully, FULLY appreciate the fact that you will heal, and that yes, you've had worse, it doesn't change the fact that this will take time to right itself. While I understand that you've re-grown more appendages than any one person has a right to re-grow, they did, if I am not mistaken, take a little while to mend. You were, let me get this right here... blown up yesterday..."
Logan frowned. "It was just a small explosion..."
Jean ignored him.
"You were, in fact, peppered with more shrapnel than there are sprinkles on one of Jubilee's ice-cream cakes. You suffered several severe blows to the head and neck, which is what landed you in here in the first place, and even you, Logan, don't fare so well when blindsided by half a tonne of falling concrete."
She sighed again, growing serious.
"If the blow to your head severed the nerves or if the retina became detached, or if the muscles tore or any number of a hundred other things happened, it could leave you like this for quite a while."
She gently pulled his eyelid up and flashed her light across his eyes again, still gaining no response.
"While I'm perfectly certain that your healing factor will fix it all, you could be looking at a good few days here. Possibly even weeks, depending on how long it takes for the ligaments to regenerate."
Logan scrubbed at his face in annoyance.
"What do you want me to do, Jeanie? I can't stay down here indefinitely."
"I appreciate that, Logan," she replied, "But I just wanted you to realise that you're going to have to be careful until you can see again. I don't want you crashing into every piece of furniture between here and the Arctic Circle."
Logan shrugged. "I still have my other senses. I can get around fine just with my sense of smell..."
Jean nodded. "This is true. It's also true that it'd be just like Jubilee to let off a series of stink-bombs at strategic locations just to get you to trip over so she could take incriminating photographs."
Logan considered this for a second.
"Good point..."
He grunted and ran his fingers through his hair as he hopped off the bed, the chilly air swirling round his nicely warmed skin.
He stood there for a second pondering his situation.
"Um, Jean?" He turned his head in her general direction. "In your haste to do the whole doctorly check-up type thing when we got back, did you really have to get me quite so naked?"
He clutched the sheet to himself as he stood there, goose pimples gently spreading up his back as he shivered.
Jean blushed. "I'm sorry, I'll go find you something to wear. But you had a big hole in your side, I swear it was justified!"
~o~
So it was that, several hours later, Logan could be found sprawled low in an overstuffed armchair, looking to all the world like the very picture of misery. It was harder than he'd imagined to navigate the mansion with no sight. He'd always taken it for granted and never bothered to memorise the exact location of every item of furniture, the exact distance from one door to another, the dips down, the steps up, the bumps, ramps and obstructions, the students' belongings strewn across every path...
So he sat.
He sat shirtless because it was too much hassle to go and track one down.
He sat in silence because there was no point watching the game on TV when he couldn't actually see any of it anyway.
He sat, in silence, letting his frustration fester, whacking the back of his head repeatedly into the chair cushion as he sighed in complete and utter boredom.
Watching from the doorway, Jean shook her head.
"You know, you keep doing that and you're going to give yourself a concussion to go with that blindness," she warned.
Logan grunted. The scent of alcohol surrounding her was detectable even from the other side of the room and he smirked slightly.
"Hitting the bottle already, huh?"
Jean laughed. "It's been a long day. Awkward patients, randomly blind mutants, shirtless super healers bumping into the furniture..."
Logan scowled slightly.
Jean finished her beer in a last, slow swallow and looked at the unopened can she held in her other hand.
"Here you go, blind boy, I brought you a beer."
She walked across the plush carpet to him, proffering the can.
Logan flailed sightlessly in front of him for a second before brushing his hand against the chilled metal and grasping it in long, smooth fingers.
Jean looked on with a saddened face.
"You really can't see anything, can you?"
He shook his head slightly. "No..."
He popped the ring pull and took a long, appreciative drink, sighing slightly before placing the can carefully on the floor beside his chair.
"It's not as easy as you thought it'd be is it?" Jean asked.
Logan let out a short bark of humourless laughter.
"Too much like hard work even hunting down the remote."
He made vague clicking motions with his hand in the general direction of the silent TV before lapsing into depressed apathy again.
Jean leaned over to hug him, wrapping her arms comfortingly around his neck.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, "I wish there was something I could do, but this has got to heal itself."
Logan shrugged and she let him bury his head in her shoulder as his arms curled around her waist, pulling her close.
She slipped down, straddling his lap, planting her knees deep into the seat cushions as she dropped a soft kiss on the top of his head.
"You're blind... that's sad. I could walk in here naked and you'd never even know about it," she smiled.
Logan could smell the alcohol on her breath, the scent of it permeating her clothes. He could be pretty certain that the beer she had been drinking in the doorway had not been her first. She was soft and pliant in his arms, snuggling up against him like a warm, fluffy blanket, giggling and overly friendly in that inimitable, cuddly way she always had when she was drunk.
He sighed slowly, taking in the comfortable scent.
"What's up, Logan?" she murmured. "I mean apart from the housebound blindness thing?"
He grumbled low in his throat as a reply.
"I'm bored, and you're teasing me."
Jean giggled, bringing her face down level with his to steal a swift kiss.
"Mmm-hm? Sure you can't think of a way to occupy your time?" she mumbled.
Logan snorted, the delicious warmth of her skin brushing against his cheek.
"Oh, I can think of plenty of things, but most of them need a partner..."
He could hear the laughter clear in her voice as she pressed her forehead against his, the tip of her nose brushing just to the side of his own.
"You mean like chess...?" she grinned, her hands resting softly on his shoulders as he slowly caressed up and down her sides.
"No, not like chess."
He smirked, his touch slipping down over the soft, round curve of her bottom, the feel of her skirt rough against his palms.
"Like poker then? Or backgammon?" she asked, wrapping long, slim fingers along the hot curve of his neck, tracing fine lines up and down his flesh.
He shook his head gently. "Nope, neither of those."
"Then what?" she asked, the innocent tone of her voice belying the heated feel of her body against him and the light, rhythmic swaying of her hips in his lap.
Logan leaned forward, catching her in a deep, ravenous kiss, his tongue invading her mouth roughly causing a muffled squeak of surprise.
She tasted of beer and those ridiculously sweet Barley Sugars she liked to eat while she was working and he plunged his tongue deep between her lips, stroking and caressing the hot, wet softness inside her mouth.
Her hands spread up to cradle his head, holding him firm while he tasted every inch of her and, for a brief second, everything else ceased to exist as she lost herself on a delicious, sensual plateau.
She broke away, panting.
"Oh, THAT... why didn't you just say so...?" she gasped.
Logan laughed, his hands tightening around her hips as she brought her lips to his once more, taking the lead this time and tasting everything he had to give.
He loved this, loved this sweet, soft closeness. Loved the feel of her moving against his body.
He could have stayed like that indefinitely, her lips pressed against his own, her hands against his scalp.
She smiled as he mumbled his happiness.
Slowly she pulled away, lightly brushing her lips against his as he spoke, his voice rough in the silence.
"I love kissing you... You're a great kisser."
She giggled in response.
"And YOU'VE had a concussion..."
He snorted, letting a slow smile spread over his face as she pressed light pecks under his jaw, her fingers running slowly through his thick, dark hair.
His hands roamed over her hips and thighs, feeling the flex of toned muscles under his palms as she moved.
He found the hem of her skirt with one hand and ran his touch along it, drawing a line on her thigh with soft fingertips before slowly inching his hand under the cloth.
Jean paused, letting a grin steal over her features as she rubbed her cheek softly against his warm neck.
His hand trailed upwards, gliding over her nylon-covered leg before meeting lace then soft, bare skin.
He stopped dead and she bit her lip to stifle her giggle.
"... stockings...?"
She grinned broadly then. "And why not?" she asked.
One corner of Logan's mouth lifted into a carnivorous smile as his thumb ran in maddening little circles over the bare flesh of her hip.
"Why not, indeed..." he replied.
His free hand worked slowly up her spine to clutch at the back of her head as he pulled her into another hot, passionate kiss, the hand beneath her skirt sliding down to caress her smooth bottom, fingers ceaselessly moving against her skin.
She moaned into his mouth, letting the taste of him overtake her as she held on tightly.
She could feel him hardening between her legs, responding instinctively to the way her lips parted. He revelled in the feel of her smooth flesh in his hand, growing hotter as she sat astride him.
Jean reached her hands between their bodies, slowly opening each button on her shirt and letting the cloth fall apart as she let him dominate her mouth.
A hand still on the back of her head and the other up under her skirt, she slowly rubbed her hips against the bulge forming in his pants, feeling him break from his passionate kiss to gasp suddenly, squirming between her thighs in pleasure.
She took hold of the hand still clutching her head, wrapping her fingers around it as she wordlessly guided him down the front of her body instead.
She pressed their joined hands to her breast, guiding his fingers with her own, mapping the planes and contours of her chest.
The rough texture of the lace tickled his palm as she took her hand away, the heat of her body soaking through the fabric as he swallowed slowly, drinking in the different sensations he could feel. The scratchy lace compared to the smoothness of her skin. The hard line of the underwire pressing against her body...
His other hand slipped out from beneath her skirt to join the exploration, taking hold of the other breast, massaging the firm, round globes with tender reverence.
His hands explored willingly, sinking fingers into soft, yielding flesh, dragging maddening touches over the fabric.
She shrugged off the open shirt, whimpering suddenly as he rubbed over the top of her cloth-covered nipples, pressing into the flesh with his thumbs as he drew heavy circles around them, over and over.
Suddenly her bra felt too tight, the slowly hardening buds pressing tightly against the constricting, rough lace.
Each sweep of his thumbs rubbed the scratchy material further over the tender, flat tips, the friction driving her slowly insane.
"Mpf..." she bit her lip at the sensation, circling her hips against his as she arched her back, grinding herself against the hardness now pressing up noticeably between her thighs.
He crushed heavily over the hardened little nubs beneath the lace once more before slowly bringing his hands back down to her sides, feeling the baby-soft texture of her waist. He revelled in the intensity of sensation blindness had left him, drinking in every brush and caress of her skin against his.
Jean shakily rose up on her knees before slowly slipping out of his grasp.
"Where are you going?"
His voice was husky with desire, his hands coming down to rest on the arms of the chair, ignoring the need to adjust the tightness in his pants.
Jean smirked.
"Nowhere far."
She dropped to the floor between his spread legs, running long fingers up the inside of each hot thigh before curling her hands out to rest on his hips, expertly avoiding the prominent bulge that had formed directly before her.
Logan drew in a sharp breath as she rose up over him, her chest brushing against the tented cloth as she leaned forwards to kiss his stomach.
"The door's still open..." he choked, barely getting the words out before she dipped her tongue into his navel.
He was answered with a loud slam from across the room
"No it's not," she murmured, pressing soft kisses in a line down his firm abdomen, scarping her teeth lightly against his skin every now and then.
He moaned in sweet pleasure, rolling his head backwards at the hot, wet feeling of her mouth as she followed the narrow path of hair down his body, flicking out her tongue as she reached the waistband of his jeans.
Slowly, slowly she pulled her hands along the tops of his thighs, spreading out her fingers to form a rough circle around the bulge forming under the cloth, all the while softly lapping at his taut body.
She grinned in wicked glee at his murmur of pleasure and the fluttering twitch of muscle beneath her mouth as she pressed hot little kiss after hot little kiss onto his flesh, planting neat lines of them down his chest and stomach.
Nimble fingers started working small circles into his skin through the denim while her mouth was elsewhere, the random patterns she made sending a rough shudder up his spine as her hands pressed into his tortured flesh.
She dropped a light kiss to the straining seam of his jeans then, before slowly dragging her fingers up to the zipper, drawing trails of fire over his lap.
The top button popped open with ease and Logan huffed in expectant release, waiting with baited breath for her to draw down the zip.
She did it slowly, nuzzling against him all the while, the tip of her nose grazing his skin, and it forced a ragged breath from his lungs as she softly licked the newly revealed skin, peeling open the cloth to expose his hard, aching body.
He shuddered in absolute pleasure as the tip of her soft, wet tongue flashed up the underside of his sensitive flesh, leaving a damp line of pure bliss on his skin as she grinned a wicked little smile of amusement.
She observed his rigid erection with interest for a long second before she wrapped her lips around the very tip of him, feeling him jerk and shudder uncontrollably in response.
The flat of her tongue lapped against hot, hard skin, dragging an undignified whimper from him as he twisted slightly in the chair, seeking more of her.
She gave a long, languorous suck in response, pulling him deeply into the sumptuous confines of her mouth.
The strangled groan was all she needed before she slowly raised her head, releasing his throbbing hardness back to the cooler air of the room.
It was so much fun to tease...
He was almost shaking with need, his hands curling into fists on the arms of the chair as she lapped softly up his shaft like a kitten licking cream.
He slowly reached out to touch her, grasping blindly until he felt the silk of her hair against his fingers, guiding his hand closer until it lay against her head, gently holding her to him.
She reached the top of his penis and gradually took him back into her mouth again, letting his hand guide her down, letting her tongue swirl around his hard, burning flesh as if he were nothing more than a lollipop.
"Jean... aah..." he hissed in pleasure, his head thumping backwards as he felt the lightest skim of her teeth against him.
His hips twitched in response.
"Oh, God..."
Valiantly he tried again, her rough, persistent tongue pressing and rubbing maddeningly along his sensitised body.
"Mpf... the door... someone could... aah... someone coming..."
She didn't stop her attentions, but his plea was greetedby a loud scrape and thump from across the room.
Lost in a fog of ecstasy he battled for coherence as her talented mouth slowly drew him in and out, the hot and cold temperature changes blissfully maddening.
"What was..." he whimpered audibly as she dragged her teeth lightly along the full length of his shaft. "What was that...?"
She smiled to herself then, pulling her lips away with a slow, lingering lick and a suck, letting him fall wetly from her mouth before answering.
"Put a bookcase in front of the door."
Half delirious with need, he grunted, reflexively thrusting his hips upwards, even though her touch was gone.
Jean looked up at him from between his thighs, basking in the view. Glorious bare chest heaving, eyes shut and brows drawn tight... every muscle in his body radiated tension.
He wanted her, he needed her, he desperately sought her touch...
He hunted for her with both hands and she reached out and took hold of his slick, burning hardness, the heat of him tremendous against her palm as she sharply slid her fist up then down.
He jumped in response, cursing loudly as she leaned forwards once more, pulling the head of his cock back into the slick, demanding wetness of her mouth.
He was hard and soft and sweet and wonderful, burning and pulsing against her tongue as she made him twitch and whimper, her power over this beautiful, awe-inspiring creature all she needed to make her hot and wet and needy.
Her hand jerked up and down again, watching through hooded eyelids as his head twisted sharply to the side, feeling his wet cock slip through her curled hand.
He groaned, panting his desperation as his beautiful face contorted into a mask of either pure pleasure or pure pain, it was almost impossible to tell.
Every muscle in his body seemed to contract as one, ragged, panting, murmured, incomprehensible words slipping from his parted, sweetly kissable lips. Her mouth drew one final, victorious swirl of pure, white pleasure, her hand pumping furiously up and down over his engorged member as he reached a pinnacle.
She'd endlessly coiled him higher and higher and tighter and tighter until for one perfect, endless split second he went completely rigid. His head snapped back and his lips parted into a silent snarl as he erupted, agony and ecstasy pouring into one with a hoarse cry as he emptied himself between her lips.
Panting hard he slumped back against the cushions, his hands falling away from her to wipe breathlessly across his face.
Jean rose from between his knees, drawing soothing lines against his denim-covered thighs as she went.
Logan swallowed hard as she took a step back. He could hear her footfalls on the carpet, heading away from him.
"Where are you going?"
She grinned slowly.
"Nowhere."
He snorted in response.
"Now why don't I believe you...?"
Jean laughed.
"Because you're paranoid."
A slow, trickling smile spread across her face.
"Though, if I remember rightly, we were going to play a game..."
Logan scratched the back of his head and smirked.
"Actually, I believe we were going to fuck..."
An evil look flashed across her face and with a flick of her telekinesis Logan's hands flung out sharply, securing themselves to the arms of the chair as thick bands of mental power bound his wrists down.
He growled low in his chest, tugging uselessly at his bonds as he heard Jean's footsteps walk away, listening intently as she moved to one of the book cases on the far side of the room.
"Jean, what are you...-"
There was a sudden rustle and the whump of fabric hitting the floor as Logan let out a sharp bark of surprise, his jeans suddenly torn away from his body.
The blue material landed in a limp pile of shredded denim at his feet.
Jean laughed, sending out a telepathic hand to grasp securely around his half-hard member, stroking it idly as she watched him.
"Not a funny game, Jean..." he ground out.
She just smiled and gave him an exploratory tweak, laughing as she heard him grunt sharply while she circled the room.
"Well I thought it was..." she mused.
Separated by acres of plush, deep carpet, his delicious body naked and bound...?
God he was gorgeous... and she had him exactly where she wanted him.
She sent out another mental hand, this one smoothing deftly up his hard stomach.
Logan rolled his head, the unending darkness behind his eyes fuelling every other sense.
She was evil...
Now that her physical presence was gone as well, all he was left with was the feel of someone slowly massaging his cock, possessively stroking telepathic hands across his body, seeking, searching fingers gliding against him.
His whole form was alive with tactile sensation, invisible lovers stroking and teasing his flesh, the untraceable touch on his sensitive erection vanishing only to be joined by a second and third, all stroking and petting his throbbing body at differing, maddening speeds.
Jean shuddered, feeling his pleasure radiate out from the other side of the room, her mental caress dipping persistent circles around his tight little nipples as she increased the speed of her mental hands on his erection.
Logan strained against his invisible bonds once more, calling her name as she squeezed him hard.
Dimples appeared over his flesh, moving and sliding under invisible fingers as they explored his taut body.
God, how she wanted him...
"Do you want to touch me?"
Her voice was inside his head, filled with her heat and her need reflected so sharply by his own.
He was so hard again, recovering with inhuman speed as she incessantly stroked up and down his throbbing penis with incorporeal fingers.
"Do you want to touch me?" she asked again, flicking a finger over the slit at the head of his cock.
He ground out something that sounded like a yes as one by one the hands vanished and instead she crawled into his lap once more, her thighs nestled snugly on either side of his hips.
Her skirt was gone now and the smoothness of her stockings pressed tightly against his damp skin, his chest rising and falling in breathless pants while she kept his hands firmly manacled to the chair arms.
She leaned forward, her breasts flush against his chest as she kissed him passionately, the flavour of his own body still strong on her lips as it assaulted his senses.
She was hot and wanting and it was contagious... She always had that effect on him, making him desperate so damned easily...
"I want you so much..."
He hissed it as she released his lips and, with a flick of her mind his hands were free, snapping up to wrap possessively around her body.
He smoothed gently up her back, nimble fingertips finding the clasp of her bra and unsnapping it desperately.
The tight, constricting lace fell away as she leaned back, rock-hard, pink nipples erect and tender from pushing so tightly against the unrelenting, stiff lace.
She bit her lip desperately as he slid his hands over her body, gliding up to toy with the tight little buds. He felt the heat of her pulse under his touch as he pressed them suddenly between the roughened pads of his fingers, pinching tortured flesh that made her whimper in response.
She mewled softly, her back arching in the shock of sensation until his mouth joined the torturous play, clamping smooth, wet, heat around the excruciatingly sensitive flesh, sucking as hard as he was able while his rough tongue rolled over and over the little nub of flesh.
She almost came then and there, mouth and rough fingers winding her to the snapping point, her body freezing solid in ecstatic shock as something seemed to fold and coil in the pit of her stomach.
She jerked with sudden, agonising need, wrapping her arms desperately around him while her hips thrust roughly against his own.
He pulled back with a satisfied smack, his touch leaving her tight, round breasts and returning to her hips then down to the sweet-smelling heat between her legs.
She raised herself up slightly on instinct, his nimble fingers tugging the crotch of her panties to one side.
He could feel the burning moisture between her thighs beginning to seep against his stomach as she squirmed wantonly against his flawless, bare skin.
The dusting of crisp hair down his abdomen tickled against her sensitive flesh and he could feel her soft, panted breaths against his cheek as she dragged her hips in desperate circles over his hard, muscular stomach.
He smiled as he went back to the nipple he had abandoned, drawing it back between his lips as his finger stroked a tantalising line across the flesh near her opening.
Turnabout was fair play.
His hard cock pressed against her bottom and his hand traced lines of fire across her opening, trapping her hips against him.
His lips abandoned the tortured nipple, leaving it glistening with saliva while he turned his attention to its twin, dragging teeth over hard, tender flesh to distract while he steadily pushed his fingers deep into her soaked hole.
She jerked pitifully and grit her teeth, quivering slightly as his fingers pushed relentless and deep into her tight, hot channel.
He could feel the clench around his invasion as she instinctively sought his friction, her hips shifting slightly as she angled her body to drive him deeper.
She wanted him inside her, his hard, thick presence stretching her, filling her, driving her crazy.
His fingers curled in her core while his free hand cradled her head, pulling her to his lips to steal both her tongue and her senses while he slowly pumped his fingers between wet, yielding flesh.
Her head snapped up as she twisted in his arms, her spine arching to press her breasts into his chest when his fingers dragged slowly across the tender bundle of nerves hidden so softly inside her.
He lazily drew his wet fingers out of her hole, circling them tightly around her erect clit while she grunted and panted above him.
"Please..."
She hissed when his fingertip brushed over the top of the agonising little nubbin. "Please, I want you inside me..."
He could feel her so tightly coiled in his arms, shaking with the need for release as he pulled his sopping fingers away from her hole.
He could feel the slippery evidence of her arousal escaping against his skin, leaving hot trails of cooling fluid against his flesh.
"Turn around..." he ground out, leaning forward to latch onto one of those perfect, sweet little nipples with his mouth again.
She inhaled sharply and pressed against him as his tongue rolled over and over on her burning flesh, the sweet pressure searing her every nerve.
He let her go with a slow suck much like she had given him and she shakily climbed to her feet, tuning round and spreading her legs open, letting his hands reach blindly forward for her hips, guiding her slowly down onto his rock hard flesh.
He felt so good sliding up inside her, filling her deep and full as he pulled her ever downwards onto his waiting body.
He hooked his knees inside of hers and slowly spread her legs wider, pulling her thighs apart and exposing the place where they joined so intimately, feeling her shudder as she took in the last of him, his thickness filling her tightly.
He rolled his hips upwards, feeling the sweet weight of her body as she leaned back against his chest, panting hard at the feeling that burned in her core.
His hands came to rest on the crease of each long, toned thigh, framing their union with his fingers as he held onto her tightly, basking in the sensation of her internal muscles squeezing him hard while she begged for him give her more...
She bent her arms backwards to clutch at his head, letting him stroke and caress her hips and stomach before settling on her breasts again, dragging rough thumbs down the side of each nipple before flexing his body up into her.
She moaned softly and answered his movement with a long, slow roll of her hips, feeling his hot, throbbing body drag slowly against the inside of her passage.
It could go on like this for hours, she was aware of his stamina... slow and maddening sex, reducing her to a white-hot ball of embers, half-crazy with desperate, aching need as he built and built the pleasure, somehow always denying her climax until he decided it was time...
She could feel it already, knowing he would be merciless in the torture of her body as he slowly moved her flesh against his, the thick, hard presence between her thighs brushing against every perfect spot over and over again...
Her head snapped back, mouth widening into a silent snarl of ecstasy as he sharply jerked his hips upwards, her form shaking as she felt his thrust fill her hard.
A muffled squeak of pleasure escaped her parted lips as he did it again, all the while that maddening rough caress on her nipples filling her head with nothing but blind heat and want and desperate, aching need...
A hand dropped to her stomach, guiding her movement as his thrusts sped up and she pressed her heels hard onto the floor, finding purchase there to push back against him, feeling each roll of his hips hard and deep and true inside her.
Her muscles squeezed tightly around his cock, gripping him desperately as one fatal drag and thrust pushed her over the edge, and she suddenly screamed her release, constricting muscles in her core milking him for every last drop of pleasure she could find as she pressed down hard onto his straining erection.
The drawing, tight pressure inside her passage pulled an answering shudder from him. He felt the hot rush of liquid shoot deep inside her as he came.
Every muscle in her body tensed as she rode out the last of her pleasure. He squeezed her nipples hard, the quick shock of pain mixing and exaggerating the white explosion of ecstasy that claimed hold of her.
She felt his arms wrap around her breathless, panting form and she rolled her head to the side, kissing his jaw softly as he let his chin drop down onto her shoulder, the huff of his breath shooting hotly across her skin.
She closed her eyes again, feeling the wet slide of fluid escape between her thighs as his softening body withdrew.
He clutched her tightly, drawing her against the warmth of his chest as he pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in every last part of her as an antidote to the blackness before his eyes.
Jean sighed shakily. "You still feel like a game?"
Logan didn't respond so she continued on.
"I spy with my little eye..."
His voice was muffled as he buried his face into her shoulder.
"Not funny."
She laughed tiredly.
"Well I thought it was."
Logan started to rub hot circles on her belly.
"I'll play if we play by my rules."
Jean raised an eyebrow, basking in the heat of him pressed up against her.
"And what are those exactly...?"
He pressed an eager hand over one of her ample breasts.
"I grope with my little hand..."
He gave her soft flesh a light squeeze.
"That doesn't rhyme."
"Do you care?"
"Not in the slightest."
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