Bits and Pieces

Title: Playing Pool




Title: Playing Pool

Summary: Logan
loses a bet with Jubilee. Guess what she wants as her prize?

Warnings: Sex!

Rating: Definitely an NC-17

Category: ADULT!!

Setting: Non-specific

Characters: Logan/Jubilee

 

Playing Pool

 

Jubilee
grabbed a soda from the fridge in the Rec Room and opened it, taking a sip as
her opponent looked the table over. “Your turn,” she said,pingping the bottle
and edging a hip up on the edge of the table.

Logan
growled noncommittally as he studied the table. He had solids this time; and he
really didn’t see a clear shot. Jubilee, on the other hand, seemed to have
plenty of shots open to her. He growled. Nothing was going right today, not
even the lousy game of pool.

He
had to blame it on the day; it couldn’t possibly be that the saucy little nymph
balanced easily on one hip on a stool across the table from him was better than
he was. That couldn’t be it at all. There was no way she was better than he
was. No friggin’ way. He bent over the edge, shot, aiming the cue ball at the
two and trying to send it into the side pocket. No cigar. The ball ricocheted
off the edge and rolled lazily back across the table. He held his breath
unconsciously as the ball neared the corner pocket, then swore explosively as
it stopped just a few inches short of the pocket.

Jubilee
grinned, got off the rail, and hefted her cue stick. She brushed past Logan on
her way to the far corner of the table, her fingers trailing deliberately
across his torso, her fingertips teasing his washboard abs lightly as she
passed. Logan’s concentration wavered as all the nerves on the skin she touched
ignited.

It
was a hot, humid evening; the air conditioning in the mansion was for some
reason not working in the east wing, so half the mansion was warmer than usual.
Tempers were flaring as a result, and Jubilee had dragged Logan off to the Rec
Room to keep him from picking a fight with Scott for the hell of it.

“Tell
me again why I agreed ta do this wit’ ya,” Logan growled at her. Jubilee
grinned.

“Because
we have a bet on,” she said sweetly. “I told you I’m better than you…and you
don’t think so. So I’m going to prove you’re not the champ.” She bent, aimed,
and shot, and Logan wasn’t looking at the ball as much as he was looking at the
tanned legs coming out of the denim cutoffs. As a result he missed Jubilee’s
ten and nine balls sinking neatly into the corner pockets.

Jubilee
grinned ant upt up on the table. “My game.” She looked at him and licked her
lips. “Do I get my prize now?”

“What
prize?” Logan straightened up from where he was retrieving balls from the
pockets, and found himself staring at Jubilee’s chest. She was wearing a white
tank top knotted just under her breasts…and the shirt showed off her upper body
very nicely indeed. He could see her dark nipples pressing firmly against the
thin white material. And her hands were untying that shirt. Very slowly. His
breath caught in his throat.

“You.”
Her voice had taken on that husky, seductive quality that made his blood heat
up, and she took the balls from his hand, dropping them back into the pocket.
He didn’t even notice; her hands were pulling his sticky T-shirt off his upper
body and traveling down, over his well-defined, developed pecs, down his abs,
and started trying to undo the button on his pants. He groaned and leaned into
her, capturing her tongue in his mouth as he unbuttoned and unzipped his own
pants. His hands slid her shorts off her hips and he bore her down backwards
onto the green felt of the table.

Her
mouth opened to his hungry probing, and he sank his tongue deeply into it,
tasting the sweet stickiness of the soda she’d been drinking. She kissed him
back with equal passion, opening her thighs to allow him to enter her as she
moaned quietly. He grinned and sed sed himself against her, rubbing his
hardness against her, teasing her but not entering her just yet. His hands
cupped her small breasts; they weren’t a large as the other X-women’s, but they
were a fair size for her petite frame.

Her
nipples hardened, and he lowered his head to them, flicking at the nipples with
his tongue. She groaned and arched her back. He sucked first one, then the
other, into his warm mouth as she arched against him panting. His hand reached
lower, cupped her mound, and rubbed the tiny bud of flesh between her legs as
the pitch and tempo of her cries increased. She pressed her sex against his
stiff cock, trying to impale herself on it.

“Uh-uh,”
he chuckled. “You wanted it, you get it.” He eased away from her, gripped her
ankles firmly, and pulled her so that her ass rested on the very edge of the
pool table. Then he took those ankles and wrapped her legs around his waist.
She reached up and hooked her arms around his neck, and he carefully
straightened up until he was standing and her weight hung from her legs and
arms. She crossed her ankles behind his back, using the powerful muscles in her
legs, honed by years of Danger Room training and her gymnastics ability, to
pull her body tight against his. He groaned as her hot wet slunglunged down on
his waiting cock, swallowing it into her body. Then he lost all ability to
think as she flexed those leg and arm muscles, pushing her hips away from him
so that he slid almost all the way out, then relaxed so that he slid back in.

The
sensations were exquisite. He wanted them to go on forever. “Jubes,” he
groaned, sweat popping out on his forehead, “Oh, Jubes…”

She
groaned, with passion and effort, and slammed her hips against his again. He
couldn’t contain himself anymore, and came with a low growl deep inside her.
Jubilee threw her head back and cried aloud at the feel of his hot seed filling
her pulsing, throbbing sex. “Logan! Logan, oh, God, I love you….” She didn’t
stop pumping onto him until she was sure he was spent, then carefully lowered
herself back onto the table. He slumped on top of her, taking deep breaths as
he came down from the incredible sexual high Jubilee could always bring him to.
After a moment, he propped himself up on his elbows and said, “I love you too,
darlin’.” He smiled slowly, a predator’s smile, and slipped to his knees. With
her lying on the pool table, her cunt was at face level. It was exactly where
he wanted her. He dipped his tongue between her folds, licking at the tiny bud
he had played with earlier, listening to her gasp as his taste buds rasped
against the engorged, aroused flesh. She tasted of female heat, salty sweat,
and of his own cum, and he delved his tongue deep into the warm hole recently
vacated by his own cock. He tasted his own body there, and then another rush of
her own body’s fluids as her still-aroused body began to respond again.

He
licked at her clit again, feeling her fingers tangle in his hair as he did so,
and the sound of her heated cries was music to him. He nipped the tiny, hypersensitive
bud in his teeth lightly, nibbled at it, until she cried out and her thighs,
opened to either side of his head, trembled as she came again. He grinned, and
thrust a finger deep into her slick, hot, wet vagina. She moaned, and her
thighs clamped around his head. He grinned, pushed them open again, and added
another finger. “Oh…God…Logan…fuck me…please…” And he obliged, pumping his two
fingers in and out of her, faster and faster, twisting them in the slick, hot
tunnel, until she came for the third time, bucking against his hand, her body
flooding his fingers with her juices. She collapsed, panting and sweating, back
onto the table, but he wasn’t done yet. He added a third finger, gently,
because she was tight and he didn’t want to hurt her, and began to fuck her
cunt with his fingers again.

“Oh,
no, oh, God, Logan…not again…I can’t come again…” but her body was saying
something entirely different, and after a moment, her mouth joined in the
concert of pleasure that was a testimony to how skilled he was at pleasuring a
woman…specifically her. She screamed as she came again, quivering on the green
felt, and he grinned as he slid his fingers out of her body. Now she was done.
She only screamed like that when he’d pushed her over the edge and thoroughly worn
her out. He lay down on the table beside her, and for a moment there was
silence, punctuated only by her gasping breaths. “Damn, Logan,” she swore when
she could speak again, “Remind me never to bet against you again! Wow. I’ve
never come that many times before.” She lay back on the pool table. After a
moment, she grinned and opened one eye. “Wanna go hit the showers?”

Shower…Jubilee,
naked, in the shower with him, hot water making warm rivers over her heated
skin and between her breasts…oh, yeah, he could definitely do with a shower
right now…He slid off the pool table, offering her a hand up, and they left the
Rec Room without a backward glance.

A
few minutes later, Rogue and Remy walked in, intending to play a game. Rogue
stared, mystified, at the forgotten bottle of soda on the edge of the pool
table, and the two patches of damp green felt on top of the table. She was
about to say something when Remy picked up a discarded pair of panties from the
floor on the other side of the table.

Jubilee’s.
Rogue started to laugh.