The Bet
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X-men Comics › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,235
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
The Ride Home
Chapter 2
The Ride Home
Logan looked at the smirk smeared across Creed’s face then down at the ten cards on the table. The rules were three games best of two, bet anything of value. Amidst the fighting, lies, secrets, killing and their own personal tango, James ‘Logan’ Howlett and Victor Creed held a truce and be damned Logan had to hold it. The game itself was riskier and dangerous than anything they’ve been through, because they wager what they love most. It was a thrill for them, seeing one another put their prizes on the line to see who’d crack first. The ante defined who was man enough and tonight Victor Creed was the man.
‘Well Logan it seems yer luck was pretty much shit tonight. I’ll be by later on to collect my winnings.’
Logan leaned on the table scraping the felt under his nails fighting back the temptation of dirtying that pretty suit of Creed’s. He only scowled, his lip quivering exposing the elongated canines. The rules also stated that they stand open until midnight, meaning you could keep what you wagered until then, but whatever is won the stipulations are stated at time of claim. Logan had only a couple of hours until he no longer had what he held so dear. Victor kissed the photo, licking it lewdly as he exited the door with his middle finger up.
‘Can’t wait t’ ride her.’
Logan just looked at the door curling his fingers into fists, then he saw his enemy’s head pop in,
‘And make sure this beauty is clean, I don’t want none o’ yer junk lingering.’
The dealer could see the hatred in his eyes and quickly left behind Victor. Logan left alone stood there growling, ripping furniture until he hopped on his Harley and headed back to the mansion. Arriving at the door, not bothering to park the bike in the garage, Logan looks at his watch.
’10:45, I got an hour and 15 left to tell her. A hundred pound skeleton ain’t shit compared to the pain I’m about to get.’
Before getting to her he skipped to the kitchen reaching the fridge. Grabbing a six-pack of beer, he downed them all in a matter of minutes. Wiping his lips with his arm he took a deep breath and started for his room. He wanted so bad to be drunk, a reason for betting a stupid bet, acting like a man…a stupid stupid man. Opening the door, there was his off and on girlfriend, ‘Sparky’ his nickname for her.
‘Hey honey,’ Logan said in a low gravel like voice.
‘I missed you baby, how was your night at the bar?’
Logan felt like his stomach was being trampled as she asked him that question. He lied telling her he went to a bar for a quick drink with an old friend and she thought nothing of it. She came out the darkness into the light wearing nothing but black heels and a smile. Logan’s heart thumped in his chest, his cock jumped against his jeans and his hands began to shake. The dark skinned beauty sauntered her way to her man slipping her hands up his shirt and her tongue into his mouth. Dragging her nails along the black forest on his chest, grinding her hips against him cooing at the rock pressing against her; she bit his lip parting their kiss.
‘No…Logan…I missed you….a lot.’
10: 55 p.m.
Before Logan could react Vanquish had her body fully against him, ripping his shirt open revealing that hard delectable body of his. She hungrily kissed and sucked his lips tasting the mixture of spirits lingering on his tongue. Despite the mood the game put him in, it was soon melted away as his fingers that snaked into her hot dripping pussy. Trying hard to concentrate she waved her hand lighting the candles she placed all around the room before Logan picked her up placing her down on the bed. He pulled his lips away from hers catching his breath.
‘Darlin’ I have something to tell you.’
Vanquish crept her hands down his back into his jeans raking his toned ass making him press his hard cock into her inner thigh.
‘The only thing I want to hear from you now is how you want me to fuck you, understand?’
‘But…’
‘Logan, I’m hotter than usual, my pussy is aching for you and your body is heat is off the charts. Now do you want to talk or….’
Logan felt the heat around his lower body as the flames ate away at his jeans. Vanquish always loved how he never wore underwear, so much she stopped doing it herself.
‘You can tell me later, right now I just want you inside me pounding me into the mattress alright.’
Logan moved his hand to glance at his watch, 11: 02.
‘Fuck it.’
The Ride Home
Logan looked at the smirk smeared across Creed’s face then down at the ten cards on the table. The rules were three games best of two, bet anything of value. Amidst the fighting, lies, secrets, killing and their own personal tango, James ‘Logan’ Howlett and Victor Creed held a truce and be damned Logan had to hold it. The game itself was riskier and dangerous than anything they’ve been through, because they wager what they love most. It was a thrill for them, seeing one another put their prizes on the line to see who’d crack first. The ante defined who was man enough and tonight Victor Creed was the man.
‘Well Logan it seems yer luck was pretty much shit tonight. I’ll be by later on to collect my winnings.’
Logan leaned on the table scraping the felt under his nails fighting back the temptation of dirtying that pretty suit of Creed’s. He only scowled, his lip quivering exposing the elongated canines. The rules also stated that they stand open until midnight, meaning you could keep what you wagered until then, but whatever is won the stipulations are stated at time of claim. Logan had only a couple of hours until he no longer had what he held so dear. Victor kissed the photo, licking it lewdly as he exited the door with his middle finger up.
‘Can’t wait t’ ride her.’
Logan just looked at the door curling his fingers into fists, then he saw his enemy’s head pop in,
‘And make sure this beauty is clean, I don’t want none o’ yer junk lingering.’
The dealer could see the hatred in his eyes and quickly left behind Victor. Logan left alone stood there growling, ripping furniture until he hopped on his Harley and headed back to the mansion. Arriving at the door, not bothering to park the bike in the garage, Logan looks at his watch.
’10:45, I got an hour and 15 left to tell her. A hundred pound skeleton ain’t shit compared to the pain I’m about to get.’
Before getting to her he skipped to the kitchen reaching the fridge. Grabbing a six-pack of beer, he downed them all in a matter of minutes. Wiping his lips with his arm he took a deep breath and started for his room. He wanted so bad to be drunk, a reason for betting a stupid bet, acting like a man…a stupid stupid man. Opening the door, there was his off and on girlfriend, ‘Sparky’ his nickname for her.
‘Hey honey,’ Logan said in a low gravel like voice.
‘I missed you baby, how was your night at the bar?’
Logan felt like his stomach was being trampled as she asked him that question. He lied telling her he went to a bar for a quick drink with an old friend and she thought nothing of it. She came out the darkness into the light wearing nothing but black heels and a smile. Logan’s heart thumped in his chest, his cock jumped against his jeans and his hands began to shake. The dark skinned beauty sauntered her way to her man slipping her hands up his shirt and her tongue into his mouth. Dragging her nails along the black forest on his chest, grinding her hips against him cooing at the rock pressing against her; she bit his lip parting their kiss.
‘No…Logan…I missed you….a lot.’
10: 55 p.m.
Before Logan could react Vanquish had her body fully against him, ripping his shirt open revealing that hard delectable body of his. She hungrily kissed and sucked his lips tasting the mixture of spirits lingering on his tongue. Despite the mood the game put him in, it was soon melted away as his fingers that snaked into her hot dripping pussy. Trying hard to concentrate she waved her hand lighting the candles she placed all around the room before Logan picked her up placing her down on the bed. He pulled his lips away from hers catching his breath.
‘Darlin’ I have something to tell you.’
Vanquish crept her hands down his back into his jeans raking his toned ass making him press his hard cock into her inner thigh.
‘The only thing I want to hear from you now is how you want me to fuck you, understand?’
‘But…’
‘Logan, I’m hotter than usual, my pussy is aching for you and your body is heat is off the charts. Now do you want to talk or….’
Logan felt the heat around his lower body as the flames ate away at his jeans. Vanquish always loved how he never wore underwear, so much she stopped doing it herself.
‘You can tell me later, right now I just want you inside me pounding me into the mattress alright.’
Logan moved his hand to glance at his watch, 11: 02.
‘Fuck it.’