More Than the X Can See

Chapter 13

Logan put their luggage down against the wall across from the beds. Angel followed him after closing the door to their bedroom. When he turned around, she stepped between his boots and lifting the cowboy hat off his head with one hand, she cupped the back of his head with the other, her hand tangling in his thick hair.

She searched his face, taking in his golden brown eyes so piercing in their regard most never noticed the two small crinkles at the edges or the lone white hair hidden in the long sideburns as they blended into the unruly dark brown hair beneath his ear. This close, her senses told her things about this man most would never know, things even his best friends probably missed. For although he looked barely older than her own thirty years, she knew he was probably far older. His regenerative ability fighting a never ending battle against wear, tear and general misuse was imperceptively losing, ever so slowly giving way to the natural order of things. He probably wouldn’t look much different from what he did now in another thirty years, maybe, possibly, look closer to forty then.

Cocking her head to the side her eyes rested on his lips, full yet masculine, the teeth behind looked human, but she knew better, the canines slightly longer and sharper than they should be were an immensely expensive, bonded dental facade because, like the rest of his bones, adamantium metal covered his skull and natural teeth. If he didn’t have the bone claws, his teeth would be his most dangerous weapons seconded by adamantium knuckles.

She didn’t have to look at the massive chest and arms or strong thighs to know that he was in more than prime condition, his body self-repairing the tiniest of tears or damage to muscles and tissues caused by stress or strain. Her senses relayed that information along with the movement of skin and muscles as he shifted his weight to one foot and his hands came up to her waist to rest upon the upper curves of her hips.

A pinnacle of masculinity, his was a body she wanted to get to know better. She closed her eyes and leaned forward to place her lips on his. His hands moved around her waist and up her back, bringing her against him, her breasts crushing against his thick chest. His cock, already slightly swollen from his having watched her in the car and the expectation of sex, began to harden further, pressing against her soft stomach. His tongue brushed against her lips just before she opened them and his tongue met hers, entwining in her mouth.

He tasted like sweet tobacco and harsh alcohol just as she’d smelled on his breath when he’d taken her inhibitor off. Her hand came down from his hair and spread on his shoulder. She opened her eyes and pulled her head away, breaking the kiss. “I want you,” she whispered.

His hand reached down and took the hat from her, slowly, lazily he smiled and ordered, “Take yer clothes off or I’ll cut ’em off.”

She stepped back until her knees came up against the end of the bed and sat down. She stared longingly at him as she unzipped the gray jacket Charles had given her and then unbuttoned her blouse. He tossed his hat on top of his bag on the floor and then pulled on his belt buckle, releasing it and tugged open his belt. He yanked at the top button on his jeans and it popped free beginning the downward roll of his zipper. His other hand grabbed the latch and pulled it down the rest of the way. He pulled his flannel shirt loose and unbuttoned the cuffs and the first three from his neck before he reached down and grabbed a hold on both his undershirt and the shirt and, in one fluid motion, pulled them both off and dropped them on the floor. He took the few steps to the chair in the corner between the balcony door and the television, sat down and removed his boots and socks, never letting his eyes off her once. The heat in his eyes told her he’d fulfill her needs, but at what price? She didn’t care. She’d been feeling his body all day, all night, his metal skeleton an uncommon density, disturbing to her scanning sense and singling him out. After the aborted attempt in the Infirmary where she’d determined his virility, it turned him into a beacon of sexual masculinity.

Angel placed the jacket and blouse next to her on the bed. She wore a lacy cream bra that screamed Victoria’s Secret, her nipples stretched the fabric over the center drawing his eyes. She reached behind for her bra clasp. With a delicate shrug a lock of long blonde hair followed her bra as it slipped down her arms. She caught the flimsy fabric in one hand, held it out over the floor for a second watching as Logan’s eyes moved from her to it before she let it drop. His smoldering gaze returned to her full breasts, hard nubbins centered in dusky rose petals, the lock of blonde hair a waterfall of honey caressing its curve. Her hands moved to the button on her pants and unfastened it before grabbing her zipper latch and slowly pulling it down.

She paused with her hands on her zipper as she admired his figure. He stood up, barefoot and bare-chested. The dark wiry hairs on his chest forming whorls around his nipples and a dark wave that rushed up to his collarbone. A thinning trickle of the same hair cascaded down his washboard abs and into the open top of his jeans and descended behind his black underwear. His cock, hard and ready, valiantly pressed against the tight fabric, trying to push free. Angel licked her lips and sighed, he looked sooo good like that, half dressed—half undressed, all MAN. “Your pants,” he growled.

She quickly stood up, jacket and blouse falling to the floor with her sudden movement, and pushed her pants down her hips, gravity pulling them down to lie next to her other clothes in a dark blue puddle. She was wearing cream thigh high stockings, their thick lacy edges stopping inches away from the junction of her legs and the satin cream thong that covered her. S. She sat back down and reached for the top of her left stocking.

“Stop,” he ordered, “Leave ‘em on.” He shucked his jeans and underwear in one smooth motion and stepped out of the tangle on the floor. His cock, free from restriction, jutted out from the pool of wiry curls at its base while a small clear drop oozed from the tip. His gaze traveled from her eyes down the long lock of blonde hair past her ripe breasts, down her soft belly and the small, shiny elongated triangle that guarded her vaults of heaven to her shapely legs encased in sheer fabric.

In a blur, he stepped towards her and her feet came up out of her shoes, spreading wide as with one quick forceful swipe of his hand, he brushed away the clothes piled on the floor below her. Kneeling, he grabbed her hips and brought her to the edge of the bed, forcing her legs even wider as her thighs pressed against his sides. Her hands entangled in his unruly hair once again as she leaned forward into his kiss, their tongues dueling over domains, slicking back and forth across each other. Slowly his hands slid up her sides until his thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts. They turned to cup them and his thumbs began stroking the small mounds in the center.

Closing her eyes, “Mmmm,” she moaned into his mouth.

He trailed kisses down her neck to her breast and laved the nipple he found there.

Her head dropped back, her hair forming a glistening silky curtain behind her. “Yes,” she breathed, “suck it.”

He latched onto the nipple and began to suck on it gently while his hand kneaded the soft flesh beneath his mouth.

“Harder,” she whispered.

He opened his mouth wider and devoured her nipple and areola, his teeth scraping against her velvety flesh. His other hand began to roughly knead her other breast.

“So good,” she moaned.

He switched breasts, scraping and biting the nipple before sucking on it. His hand slid down her body and got caught in a thin smooth cord. He followed it towards her middle and found the satiny triangle that guarded her golden treasure. His fingers slid underneath circling in the thin flaxen strip before following it down to her moist core. His thumb brushed over her sensitive pearl and her head snapped up with a gasp, her eyes wide and dark with excitement. He looked up at her and their eyes met, he let go of her nipple with a finale bite and came up to capture her mouth. His thumb moved over her pearl again in a circular motion and she began to pant. He drew away and used his chin to nudge her head to the side, stubble scratching roughly on her fair skin. Nose touching the sensitive flesh beneath her ear, he breathed in her scent before his tongue tasted the delicate skin above her jugular vein.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “Logan, …”

“Yesss?” his voice was a deep sibilant hiss. His hot breath moving over her tender flesh.

She licked her lips, “Please … please …”

He let his tongue slide down her neck to her collarbone where he sucked on the thin flesh, marking her before he slid down to her breast once again. He captured the raised island in the center and bit it gently before descending to circle around her navel. He made eye contact with her before he plunged his tongue into the small depression.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. Tightening her hands in his hair, she leaned back bringing him eye level with the small mound of flesh above her sex.

He lifted up and looked at the thin satin barrier. He grabbed hold of it between thumb and fingers and growled low in his throat. Her head came up at the rumbling noise and she watched as his hand twitched upwards, the deadly metal claws slicing through the satin with a low Shreet! The claws, as suddenly as they’d appeared, disappeared into his arm leaving small bloody lines between his knuckles. He turned his fist in front of his face and gave his knuckles a long slow lick, the blood spreading across his tongue in his saliva before it disappeared back into his mouth. He closed his eyes and she knew he tasted his own blood as his tongue rolled against the roof of his mouth. A look of ecstasy came over his face and his eyes snapped open with a feral gleam.

Scared by more by the look in his eye than his actions, she backed up on the bed, the remains of her thong sliding off and laying like a slain butterfly at the edge of the coverlet. Fright made her juices flow even more and, to him, it made the air thick with her feminine scent of oranges and honey. He snarled as he followed her onto the bed, stalking her. Her back came up against the headboard and she stopped to look to either side for a route of escape. His hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her towards him with a rough yank, she fell flat, hair fanning out on the pillows. With the beginnings of panic, her other leg came up to fend him off and he blocked, wrapped his arm around her other foot and held it against his side. His eyes, drawn to her drenched cleft like a magnet, narrowed. His erection glistened with the pre-cum that had begun to flow from the tip. He’d become even more aroused by her flight and it stood at attention against his abdomen.

He smiled ferally and his hands glided up her stockings, pressing them into the bed, holding her in place. He lay down on the bed between her thighs and his eyes shot up and held hers as his tongue came out and tasted her essence, sweet honey and liquid oranges, the same as her smell. Delicious. His hands relaxed their grip on her legs and there was a rumble deep in his throat as he licked at her nether lips with long strokes, from opening to clit, lapping up the juices that had escaped from her velvet tunnel.

“Ooooh,” she breathed, losing her fear of him as waves of pleasure from his attentions rolled over her, “Yes, like that.” His ministrations caused more juice to flow and his hands came up to part her lips so he could better get at the source. Her eyes rolled back and she sighed heavily, spreading her legs further and relaxing completely as his tongue massaged her femininity while he hungrily devoured her essence. Having cleaned her thoroughly, his tongue searched out the source of the ambrosial nectar and entered her funnel.

Her hips rose instinctively as he penetrated her, trying to give him better access. She groaned and raised her head pleading, “More.” His tongue continued to lap at her liquid center, his long side burns teasing the soft sensitive skin to either side. Her nectar flowing but not fast enough for his liking, he licked his lips and sighted on her swollen clitoris, the pistil at the top of her blooming rose. With a determined smile, he pressed on the soft lips to either side of the lighter pink nubbin bringing her most sensitive flesh to the fore. He gently blew on it and was rewarded with a gasp. His tongue flicked and she bucked against his hands. Putting his elbows on her thighs to help hold her down, he prepared for a wild ride as he covered her clit with his mouth and began to alternately suck and lick the delicate organ.

She came off the bed at his assault, bucking and writhing under his mouth. She felt the tightening of her clit like a spring being wound. Latching on like a baby at suck, he freed his hands and used them to wrap around her waist from underneath and hold her down as her legs tried to close against his ears.

Reaching her limit, the spring snapped, “Oh, God! Yes! Oh, oh, oh, … Aaaahhh!” she screamed as she came. Her tunnel walls alternately squeezing and relaxing causing the copious flow of her nectar to escape from the center of her flower. She relaxed and her legs fell away, allowing him to lower his head slightly and covering her entrance with his mouth, hungrily catching every drop.

She lay gasping, in an endorphin induced daze as he rose up over her. Bending down, he placed his glazed lips on hers in a soft kiss, his tongue flicking down into her open mouth and sharing the taste of her juices. She responded by raising her head and deepening the kiss, thrusting her tongue upwards to taste herself in his mouth. Careful to keep most of his weight off her by resting it on his elbows and forearms, he lowered himself, the head of his cock lying at her entrance.

Her hips rose in invitation, the crown of his cock forced into her velvet tunnel by her movement. He thrust forward a few inches and stopped, her sheath exceedingly tight making it difficult for him to go any further. She winced, she’d already known how big and long he would get, but she hadn’t taken into account her two years of abstinence where her only boyfriend had been plastic.

He waited a few seconds for her to adjust to his girth before he pulled back slightly and pushed forward again, gaining a few more inches. From the way she’d been acting, he hadn’t been expecting her to be so tight, but half his length was in her now and he wasn’t stopping until he was in to the hilt. He pulled back again and looked her in the eye as, with one final plunge, he rammed home coming up against her cervix.

Moving his weight to one arm, he used his free hand to cup her breast and squeeze it gently, his thumb brushing over the nipple in a slow move back and forth across her areola. She sighed and her legs relaxed, opening further as he settled his weight in her pelvic cradle.

He started kissing her shoulder moving towards her neck. She tilted her head and moaned as his tongue drew small circles along the sensitive nerves above her jugular. He followed her vein up her neck to her chin, his hand left her breast to cup her chin and tilt her head so he could kiss her lips. She opened up after the first delicate kiss and his tongue plunged into her mouth, dueling with hers for dominance.

His hand returned to her breast, finding the nipple a hardened button once again. Her hand came up and landed on his, pressing to make him squeeze her breast with more force. He lifted his head, pulling away from her lips and with a low growl ducked and captured her nipple between his teeth before he sucked her areola into his mouth.

“Yes!” she gasped.

He knocked her hand away as he moved his arm to the bed and settled his weight evenly on arms and knees before withdrawing his cock to the crown in her narrow tunnel. Her juice covered him from tip to base. He slowly pushed back into her, she was still tight, oh yeah, she was tight, but now he was able to move all the way down her channel without stopping. He moved to her other breast, laving the upraised nub before engulfing it in his mouth.

He started a rhythm as his cock moved slowly in and out of her tight sheath. He moved up onto his hands rising above her. He stared down at her with a slight smile on his lips, she’d closed her eyes and found her counterpoint movement as her hips rose up to meet his, the sound of flesh hitting flesh growing louder.

With a push, he rose up onto his haunches, his cock still pistoning in and out. He grabbed her legs and moved them to his shoulders. Looking down, he watched his cock plunge in, spreading her lips apart as the thickness increased. Pulling back, her lips held him tightly not wanting to let him go. He gaze leisurely traveled up and down her body as their bodies moved in tempo.

After a while, her eyes had opened and he raised an eyebrow in silent question.

“More,” she whispered.

“More what?” Arousal made his baritone sound grave.

“Everything,” she requested, “Harder, faster.”

He smiled, understanding she wanted a pounding. He plunged into her and then slowly leaned forward, pushing her legs back so her knees nearly touched her shoulders, resting his weight on his hands again. The angle allowed for deeper penetration and he let himself slide all the way in, touching her cervix and grinding himself against her clit, watching her face the entire time.

Her eyes rolled up just before her eyes closed. “Ohhh, yessss,” she moaned.

He ed bed back and slammed forward, their flesh making a loud Smack! at contact. He paused unsure if that had been within her pain threshold.

“Again,” she gasped, nodding, “More. Harder.”

He wasn’t using his full strength and he wouldn’t until they knew each other better, but he was going to enjoy himself and if she came again, all the better. He pulled out until only the crown was still in her and then he surged forward, plunging to the hilt and tapping her cervix before pulling back again to only force himself back down into her tight sheath.

A low growl rose in his throat as he continued this more violent rhythm, one in which she had no control, her body pushed into the bed on his every down stroke, his cock hard as steel. He watched with satisfaction as her head snapped back at his every forward plunge, her golden hair splayed across the coverlet, her mouth open in pleasure and pain as she gasped for breath.

She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the sensation of his dick violently forcing it’s way into her. It felt so hard against her soft flesh as if it was also made of metal. His crown swelling larger as he got closer to his fulfillment, making his entry and retreat more difficult, abrading the walls of her tight tunnel. He shifted and moved forward slightly, and his next surge slid his cock against her clit. She pressed her hips down and as he pulled back his shaft slid against her sensitive pearl causing a tingle and tightening. Her senses told her he was getting close to finishing while she was within minutes of her own orgasm. She had to stall him.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped out, “I’m … gonna cum!”

She felt him bite his tongue and look up at the picture above the bed, distracting himself so he would last longer. He slowed down marginally, the crown of his cock brushing her clit as he pulled out and then drove back into her tight sheath. She reached down between their bodies and touched the hard sensitive button, it was soaked in her juices. She brushed her fingers over it and felt it tighten even more.

Logan looked down as he felt her tunnel flex around him and saw her hand move between them as she began masturbating. He slammed forward harder and faster, his control slipping slightly when her tunnel rippled along his shaft.

Extreme pleasure and slight pain as he crashed into her, the tightening of her clit reaching a critical point as her fingers rubbed it in a small circle. He was at his fullest, completely engorged, the plum shaped head a deep purple as he charged forward into her tightening tunnel to ram into her cervix. Her eyes snapped open and she drew a deep breath as she found release. She let out a low keening wail as her tunnel flexing around his cock, milking him, pushed him over the edge. He relaxed his weight, and pressed her into the mattress as his growl became a roar and he bucked repeatedly trying to force himself further into her as he erupted against the door to her womb.

For a few moments, they remained as they were, both breathing heavily from their exertions. She moved her legs down and he moved his arms out of the way, placing them to either side of her as he rested his head in the cradle between her shoulder and neck, closing his eyes, his hot and sweaty body pressing her into the mattress, holding her down, his cock softening but still long and thick within her body.

Their breathing slowly returned to normal, the endorphins from their lovemaking beginning to fade. His eyes partially opened and his head turned towards her neck. She felt him take a deep breath, smelling her before his tongue came out and licked their mingled perspiration off her neck.

His tongue retreated and swirled against the top of his mouth. He could still smell and taste the honey and oranges over her natural skin salt. Almost like a warm, liquid marmalade, but more intriguing. His tongue came out and licked her neck again and she moaned, her calves moved to wrap around his and hold him in place. He could easily fuck her again, his body was already recovered, just awaiting the order, but his senses told him something was wrong. Something about her wasn’t right. He knew what she’d been eating and drinking and none of it should have left the scent, the taste, of oranges or honey on her skin or in her fluids. He raised his head and kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth. There it was, a strong flavor of marmalade, too much to be what he had brought up from her cunt.

Her hands came up along his sides and began to slowly run up and down. She thought he wanted more sex and she was willing to give it to him, but he knew his duty. He raised his head, pulling away from her mouth and said, “We have to stop.” He pulled out of her body and rose up on his knees, his cock sending loud protests to his mind about its removal from the nice warm place into the cold air. He climbed off the bed and told her, “You need to sleep,” before he walked away into the bathroom to clean himself off and distance himself from her body so he could think about when she started smelling like marmalade.

She sat up on the bed, her arms behind for support as she watched his retreating back. She was still horny and his licking and kissing her had made her think he was initiating sex again. She frowned in confusion at his conflicting messages. She looked at the wall across the room, her senses traveling through the living room and into Cable’s room. His large bulk was spread out in an angle on the king sized bed. His breathing deep and steady told her he was probably asleep or soon would be. She reached out further, everyone on her floor and the floors above and below were either asleep or making love except for a young male couple in their twenties that had just entered a room on the floor below. When one of the men grabbed the other’s ass, she knew they were most likely homosexuals and wouldn’t welcome her attention.

That thought stopped her searching

The sound of flowing water reminded her that she had to use the restroom. She climbed off the bed and her stomach growled. She looked at the clock on the nightstand between the double beds, it’d been almost twelve hours since she’d last eaten or had anything to drink. At the thought of food and drink, her senses highlighted the items inside the small refrigerator across from the main suite door, she had to pass it on her way to the bathroom.

Logan walked out of the bathroom just before she reached the doorway. “Go to sleep,” he growled. He’d been preoccupied with her puzzle and hadn’t expected her to appear before him.

“I need to use the toilet,” she told him. He grunted and continued into the hotel room. “Logan, can I get something out of the mini bar? I’m starving.”

“Go ahead,” his voice still gravelly.

“Thanks.” While she used the restroom, she felt him put his pants on, grab a filled cigar case out of his bag and go out onto the balcony to have a smoke.

She still wanted to fuck, but food was now a priority. She grabbed an apple juice and a mini subway sandwich from the mini bar before she headed towards the nearest bed. With the glass door open, she felt a cold breeze and she shivered. Placing her prizes on the nightstand, she went to Logan’s bag and pulled out a brown leather jacket with a thick wool lining. She opened the sliding glass door and walked out to see him sitting in one of two chairs on either side of the small outdoor table, his eyes reflecting the glow of his cigar as he drew on it.

“I’m going to shut the door, okay?” she asked, holding the jacket out to him.

He took the jacket and put it on, “After you eat, go to sleep. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.” He forced himself to look away from her nearly nude body, he remembered the feel of the stockings under his hands and along his body.

“I know,” she replied and turned back to the door. She stopped, she had to ask, “Are we sleeping in the same bed?”

Damn, he wanted to fuck her again! Her nipples were raised beads he just wanted to bite and chew and her ass, it was so tight and round, he wanted to put his cock in it. His thinking made his cock twitch and begin to swell, but he said nonchalantly, “Not tonight. It’s obvious ya haven’t slept with anyone in a while. I doubt you’d be able t’ rest with me in the bed.”

She looked him up and down, from his bare feet to his tousled hair and lingering on his crotch, allowing the yearning to show in her gaze and letting him see that she was still interested, “You’re probably right.” She smiled before she entered the room and closed the door behind her.

He concentrated on willing his body to calm down. Breathing in the cold night air and concentrating on it and the smells it brought him; salt from the bay, oil and fumes from the asphalt below, a transient who was pissing between buildings a block away. His mind returned to the puzzle of her smell.

When he went back inside, he tried to concentrate on NOT smelling her. Picking out the other odors in the room as he took off his clothes and got into the bed closest to the balcony. Regarding Angel he’d only been able to come to one definite conclusion, he’d have to call Hank.