One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train

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Scott and Logan made the drive back to Westchester in quiet contemplation, the silence palpable and almost eerie. Scott pulled into the garage and parked the SUV in its usual space as if they’d just returned from a trip to the grocery store or some other routine errand. In the main foyer the men simply nodded implicitly at each and went their separate ways. Scott returned to his suite, while Logan went to seek out Rogue. They each had a post mission routine, Kitty would be waiting to give Scott a relaxing massage and Logan would join Rogue in the gym’s sauna.

Scott entered their suite to find that Kitty had already fallen asleep. Not wishing to disturb her, he undressed quickly, went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, silently padded across the room naked and slipped under the covers. Kitty shifted, rolled over and wrapped herself around him.

“You okay?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

“I’m fine,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

Kitty sat up, ran a hand through her sleep mussed hair and yawned. Scott reached up and tucked a loose strand of silky hair behind her ear and smiled at her. She was one of those women who didn’t need layers of make-up to enhance her natural beauty, so she always looked good – even at midnight. Scott propped himself up on one arm and snaked the other behind Kitty, pulling her toward him for a kiss. She must’ve just gone to bed herself because she still tasted of toothpaste and Scope. Scott lowered them to the bed, never breaking the kiss as Kitty’s arms wound their way around his neck. When they finally broke for air, Kitty nibbled a path along his strong jaw line and then peppered his cheeks with light kisses, his stubble prickly against her soft lips. She reached to remove his glasses, telling him to trust her. Scott squeezed his eyes shut, his long dark lashes sweeping the tops of his high cheekbones, as Kitty pressed feathery kisses first to one eyelid, then across the bridge of his nose and onto the other eyelid. A smile lit up Scott’s face at Kitty’s tender ministrations. Jean had never been brave enough to do anything like that, to trust him so explicitly. He lay there as she continued dusting his face with gentle touches of her mouth.

Kitty then eased Scott over onto his stomach, straddled his hips as she lifted her nightshirt off and tossed it aside.

She started with his lower back, massaging the small indentation just above his butt, moving in slow circles out toward his hips. She then worked her way up his back, gently kneading the thick muscles on either side of his spine as Scott sighed softly. At the top of Scott’s shoulders Kitty did a lift and scoop motion to his Trapezius neck muscle that she’d learned from the video she’d purchased. She felt him gradually relax as she worked out the knots and kinks with the heel of her palm. Next, she stretched out on top of him, working her hands up and down his muscular arms as she rubbed her bare breasts against his back. She pressed kisses first to his neck and the top of his spine and then across his shoulder blades. Kitty powdered kisses down his spine and then Scott rolled over onto his back so that a prominent part of his anatomy was now staring her in the face. Knowing what he wanted, Kitty complied by licking the tip of his penis and then running her tongue up and down the hot shaft. Scott let out a low groan as she returned to swirling her tongue around the head, finally drawing him into her mouth and sucking gently. It wasn’t long before he cried out “Oh, sweet Jesus” as he came hard. Kitty crawled up his body and buried her face into the side of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“I love you, Kissycat,” he murmured.

“I love you, too, Scooter,” she replied and he laughed softly at her endearment. Somehow coming from Kitty’s sweet lips he loved that nickname.

When he’d sufficiently recovered, he rolled them over so that Kitty was beneath him, removed her panties and leisurely made love to her.

~*~*~*

Meanwhile downstairs, Logan stripped off and wrapping a small white towel around his waist, opened the door of the sauna to find Rogue stretched out on one of the slatted wooden benches similarly wrapped in a white towel. She propped herself up on her elbows and threw him a seductive grin. Her hair was piled up loosely on her head, with tendrils of platinum curled around her face, which gave her an ethereal but sexy as hell look. Logan sat down at her feet and ran his hand playfully up her calf and onto her thigh, edging closer to the bottom hem of the towel.

“Is it done?” Rogue asked nervously, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Yeah. It’s over,” Logan replied simply, as he fingered the edge of her towel.

“Good,” she replied quietly.

Logan slipped his hand under the material and moved it further up her smooth thigh. Rogue spread her legs slightly and Logan brushed his fingers over the soft damp curls, and then probed a little more until he rubbed against the little bundle of nerves. She arched up a little and he pushed two fingers into her while massaging her clit with his thumb. Under his expert touch, she came quickly and he removed his fingers, stuck them in his mouth and licked her juices off of them. Rogue reclined back against the slatted bench and Logan unknotted the terrycloth fabric. He let out a sigh as he parted the towel. No matter how many times he’d seen her naked, it never ceased to thrill him – the soft swell of her creamy breasts, the indentation of her tiny waist and the slight curve of her hips – all came together to form sheer perfection.

Logan ran his fingertips up along her sides, working his way up until he cupped her breasts. He maneuvered around, then leaned down and licked the beads of sweat in the valley between them before kissing his way over to one nipple and swirling his tongue over the little pebble before drawing it into his mouth to suckle gently. Rogue moaned and threaded her fingers through his thick hair as he laved first one and then the other nipple with his hot tongue. Logan then trailed a path of hot kisses up onto her neck, latching onto the soft skin and giving her a hickey just below her left ear. He soothingly licked at the small bruise that had quickly formed. Rogue grabbed a hold of his face and captured his mouth with hers for a hungry kiss.

She reached down between them, pulled his towel away and tossed it to the floor. Reluctantly breaking away from her succulent mouth, Logan sat up and gazed down at her with hooded hazel eyes that burned right into her passion-glazed warm brown ones. He pushed a damp tendril of platinum away from her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb as she leaned into his touch. Logan knew how important the sensation of touch was to her and he always made sure to pamper her often with loving caresses. Sometimes they’d lie in bed just petting each other gently. Rogue reached out and ran her hand across the hard muscles of his chest, threading her fingers through the dark hair now damp with sweat from the heat of the sauna and gave him a soft smile that melted his heart. When she licked her plump lips he leaned down and ran his own tongue over them, licking at the seam until she parted them slightly, allowing him access to her warm mouth.

After another thorough kissing, Logan sat up and pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back, throwing her breasts out invitingly in the process. Logan cupped one breast and leaned down to lavish it with attention as Rogue wriggled against his erection. Then she rose up slightly and impaled herself on his hardness. Leaning toward him, she brushed her lips over his and when they parted, plundered her tongue into his mouth. First caressing his teeth with the tip of her tongue, she explored the soft warmth of every corner before tangling her tongue with his. Finally they broke for air and then resumed peppering each other with soft butterfly kisses. She covered his neck with open-mouthed kisses, running her tongue along the underside of his jaw and up to his earlobe, that she sucked and nibbled on, knowing it was a highly erogenous zone for him. Logan let out a low moan of appreciation. Her lips caressed their way back onto his face, capturing his mouth for yet another ravenous kiss. Logan was without a doubt a world-class kisser and her senses went into overdrive just from the sensation it caused. When they parted, they were both panting and trying to catch their breath.
Logan pulled the clip out of her hair, letting it tumble down around her shoulders so that he could run his fingers through the glossy strands as she delicately stroked his chest, while she continued to rock herself back and forth on his erection. She felt the orgasm build and increased the rhythm accordingly. The look on Logan’s face told her that he was close, too.

“So close, baby. I’m so close. Ah, that’s it…….just a little more,” Logan moaned.

Rogue rocked harder, pressing down even firmer and was rewarded with a lascivious grin from Logan.

“Oh, God, Marie. That’s it…….Oh, yes……just like that,” Logan gasped before he plundered her mouth again.

Rogue squeezed her inner muscles as tight as she could as she felt him explode inside her just as her own orgasm engulfed her. As their mouths were fused together, they swallowed each other’s screams. Everything went white-hot with the intensity and she collapsed against him in a damp heap. He wrapped arms of solid muscle around her and held her close to him as she vibrated for a good five minutes.

Still inside of her, Logan’s healing factor kicked in and he felt himself grow hard again. He shifted and lowered them back down onto the bench, never breaking the intimate contact. He pushed her knees up toward her shoulders in order to achieve deeper penetration as he began thrusting into her once more.

“Oh, yes, oh God,” Rogue moaned as she writhed about beneath him, her hands skimming over his sweat-slicked hips.

Logan buried his face in her neck, plying it with open-mouthed presses of his mouth as he drove into her again and again.

“LOGAN!” She screamed, loud enough to probably wake up the entire mansion, as she climaxed hard.

Logan roared pretty loudly himself a moment later as he spilled himself into her with his own powerful orgasm. They curled around each other, sweat-soaked, boneless and thoroughly satiated.