He Who Angers You Controls You

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places in this story. Although I think Emily is mine, I can’t say for sure.

Author’s Notes: This story was once titled A Dream, but due to a lot of editing I had to change the name. I also rearranged some of the chapters, so many apologies if I upset or confuse anyone. I hope you enjoy this updated version and many thanks for reading!!

It was nearing midnight and Scott and Ororo were driving home from a weeklong mission. The mission was a success as usual, but this time it was different. Even though they had gone on missions alone, this time with Jean being gone, it changed everything.

They found each other enjoying themselves in a completely different manor. There was suddenly a tension between them, which neither knew existed. Perhaps it was because they were both feeling lonely and was begging for attention, either way it didn’t matter. Before they knew it, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and were tearing each other’s clothes off and tonight was no different.

Ororo scooted closer to Scott and placed her hand on his upper thigh. She gently squeezed it and Scott moaned softly. She grinned and slowly slid her hand up his thigh to rest on the bulge that now pressed against his jeans. Teasingly she rubbed him through his jeans and occasionally added a hard squeeze. Scott gripped the steering wheel and moaned again, God; he loved it when she touched him.

Ororo turned side ways in her seat to face him. Her seductive brown eyes boring into him as if he was a midnight snack. Her hand paused on his throbbing cock and Scott winced, wondering why she had stopped. Ororo chuckled at his discomfort and smirked wickedly. Scott could feel his heart pounding harshly against his chest. The anticipation of her next move was agonizing and he didn’t know how much more of it he could take. His hips jerked up, pressing his cock harder against her hand, begging for more.

Ororo leaned into him and began sucking and nibbling at his neck. The feeling of her warm breath and tongue against his skin, sent chills up his spine.

“What do you want?” Ororo whispered in his ear, as her tongue lapped at his ear lobe.

“You know what I want,” he replied, gritting his teeth and thrusting his hips up again.

Meanwhile…

The moon was full and vibrant,tingting illuminating shadows across the dense woods. Leaves crumbled and twigs snapped, under the pressure of stampeding boots. The branches that dangled from the birch trees ripped through the air, crackling like a whip.

Her breaths were short and rapid as she dodged the dangling branches in her way. Blood trickled down from a gash above her left temple and stung from the sweat that dripped over it. She could feel her body wanting to give out, but desperately she fought the urge to collapse and surrender. Reluctantly she pushed further, ignoring the agonizing pain her body felt as best she could.

After what felt like hours of her escape, she emerged from the darkness of the woods, stopping in the middle of the road. She hunched over, gripping her knees, panting as she tried to catch her breath.

The remnants of her stalkers scent had dissolved and there was no hint of footsteps continuing towards her. Then again, she had out run him since the beginning, leaving a six-mile gap between them. She could take her time to recuperate, before taking off again and still be long gone without a chance of being caught.

She d sld slowly and arched her back, extending her arms above her and stretching her strained muscles before straightening. She dreaded the thought of having to continue, but knew she must.

Meanwhile…

Scott didn’t need to say anything else, she knew what he wanted and was more than happy to give it to him. Ororo placed a hand on his thigh while the other unzipped his jeans and eagerly reached inside the opening of his rs. rs. Scott’s hips jerked up, her hand nearly hitting the steering wheel, when he felt her soft hand graze over him and then grasp his shaft tightly.

Carefully she pulled him free and began moving her hand up and down, then paused. She rubbed thumthumb across the slit of his cock, spreading the precum over the head, that had leaked out the second she touched him.

“You like that?” she asked lustfully.

“Oh yeah…”

Scott moaned and pressed his head back into the headrest of his seat. He wanted so badly to close his eyes and concentrate on the pleasure she was giving him, but forced himself to keep them open. He would be damned to crash into something and make her stop.

Ororo continued to suck gingerly on his ear lobe, as she began to stroke him again. She could feel her own heat between her legs start to build and she squirmed in her seat. The hard nub of her sex throbbed and her panties became damp. She wanted him so bad right now, but forced herself to wait until they got back to the mansion. At least there, they’d have more room for what she intended to do to him later.

Scott’s moans grew louder and his breaths quickened with her speed. His grip on the steering wheel was brutal and his need to thrust his hips up with her movements increased. He could feel his balls tighten and knew he was going to explode at any moment.

“That’s it…mmm…harder…” he uttered gritting his teeth.

Ororo gripped him tighter and stroked him faster, her hand running up and down his entire length. “Cum for me,” she whispered seductively.

“Oh God ‘Ro! Aahhh….aahhh… Suck it!” Scott demanded, releasing his grip on the wheel and placing his hand on the back of her head. He pushed her head down to his pulsating cock and she fervently took him into her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down, as she sucked him and gently grazed her teeth along his shaft, while her hand pumped him vigorously. She moved her mouth up to his tip and sucked in her cheeks, as if she was trying to drink a thick shake.

Scott’s head flew back against the headrest, his hips jerked, pushing his cock further into her mouth. His eyes clenched shut and he roared her name, as he erupted in her mouth, shooting his hot tangy seed down her throat.

“Oh yeah suck it!”

She squeezed him hard and sucked him dry, as Scott continued to thrust his hips, riding out his orgasm.

Ororo picked her head up, after she sucked done the last of his cum and smiled, but the smile quickly faded. Looking out the corner of her eyes, she saw a woman standing in the road and she panicked.

“Scott, look out!”

Scott’s headtanttantly flew forward and his eyes shot open. He saw the woman immediately and quickly gripped the wheel and swerved. The car veered out of control, spinning wildly across the road and Ororo braced herself in her seat. As quickly as the woman stood before them, she was gone, soaring nearly several feet into the air, hurdled the car before it could strike.

When the car came to a screeching halt Scott and Ororo quickly jumped out. Scott hurried to fix himself back into his jeans and rounded the car to stand next to Ororo. Their bodies trembled and their hearts raced from the near accident and both cursed themselves for being so stupid.

“Are you okay?” Scott bellowed, as him and Ororo began to approach her.

She didn’t answer. Her need to catch her breath and sturdy herself as she stood was far more important. Ororo stopped short and gasped, when she noticed the blood dripping from her forehead and the blood stains on the rips of her jeans.

The woman straightened from her crouched position, her knees quivering as she tried to steady herself. She tried to step towards them, but her body gave out and she fell to the ground. Scott and Ororo rushed over to her and knelt beside her.

“Scott, we need to get her to Hank,” Ororo announced, and then stood.

Scott swiftly picked her up and brought her to the car. He placed her carefully in the back seat before joining Ororo in the front and taking off up the road©