And Along Came Delirium

It was looking to Logan like humblumble with Cate would take place sooner than expected.

“No.”

Or not.

“No?!”

“Uh-uh. Here, Logan. Now. I want to fuck.”

“I have no problems with that darlin.’ How you wanna do this?”

Quickly, she stood and sat right back down in his lap, deliberately grinding her hips against his, his straining cock rubbing against her denim covered pussy. Neither held back their moans at the intimate contact.

“Like this, Logan. I like it on top.”

“Ya would,“ he remarked, wasting no time divesting her of her bra and tee shirt before latching his lips over an already erect nipple. Teeth and tongue played over the nub, the sensations driving waves of desire down below. He occupied the other with his hand, roughly fondling the large globe and then switched to give them equal attention. Tntenntense sensation of his hands and mouth on her tits sent Cate bucking against his hips, her now drenched cunt desperately moving on the bulge beneath her. Back arched and with one hand holding her soon to be lover to her breast and the other braced on his knee, Cate whimpered as he suckled her and moved against her.

“You’re so fucking hot, Catie,” he murmured against her flesh. “I can smell how ready ya are for me. And it is *me* you’re wanting right now, eh? *I‘m* the one about to fuck ya--not Cyke. Ya ain’t mine darlin,’ but while I‘m inside you, it‘s me and only me I wantcha thinkin’ ‘bout.” His voice turned to a low growl at that, his animalistic possessiveness kicking in.

Cate replied by tangling both hands in his unruly hair and yanking his head back from her breast so she could press her lips insistently against his. Without hesitation he opened to her, his tongue roughly rolling over hers, tangling with it in battle.

“Hell, yeah,” she panted against his mouth when her lungs couldn’t take the oxygen deprivation. “You and me, sweets. No Scott, no Rogue, just two good friends having a really good fuck.”

“Exactly,” he purred loving the way her big eyes sparkled and her red lips swelled from his kiss. “Now strip.”

Cate quickly obliged, shimmying out of her worn blue jeans, leaving her totally nude. Logan nodded his appreciation for her form.

“You’re gorgeous, darlin.’”

He then freed himself from the confines of his own pants while she watched, stroking his massive hard-on with one hand and holding the other out to Cate. She took it and let him pull her close. She straddled his hips and sank down on him, guttural moans leaving both of their mouths as her hot channel enveloped his cock. They stilled for a moment, Logan reveling in the hot velvet of her pussy and Cate marveling at the fullness of his cock in her. The older Canadian was the one to break the silence.

“Ride me, Catie. Hard”

The husky whisper was all the direction she needed. Once again bracing her hands on his knees, she lifted herself almost completely off of him and dropped back on his cock, burying him once again to the hilt in her wet cunt. He watched her, transfixed, as she worked herself on him, moving those perfect hips up and down. Wanting to pleasure her as she did him, he let one of his hands wander to the apex of her thighs and sought out her clit while the other worked her breasts, pinching,lingling, and squeezing until she cried out in pleasured pain.

On each upstroke she clenched her muscles, holding him in her vice-like grip, as if trying to milk the orgasm out of him. And on each downstroke, she made sure to grind her clit against his helping hand. The delicious friction quickly became too much to bear the climax beginning to wash over her writhing body.

“That’s it, Catie,“ Logan breathed when she started to spasm around him. “Come for me.”

As if on command, Cate’s entire body tensed as her pussy caught Logan in it’s grasping hold as she came around him, drenching his cock in her essence. She wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering his name over and over, the mantra spurring his own orgasm. Grasping her hips, he slammed her down on him, spilling his release deep within while his lips hoarsely cried her name. When Logan came, another powerful wave came over Cate as she felt his orgasm flow through her and, head th bac back in pleasure, the empath shuddered around him once more.

“The best thing about being an empath,” she whispered, kissing his neck.

With a soft chuckle, he gathered his friend turned lover close, minding her bruises from morning training, while stroking her vibrant hair. They sat in silence, bodies still joined while their breathing slowed to a normal pace.

“*That* was yummy,” Cate purred, moving slightly so that she could rest her head on Logan’s shoulder. “Maybe we could do it again some time.”

“Got that right, darlin.’”

Logan and Cate held each other until Remy and Piotr ended their session. Remembering that she had lunch plans with the Cajun, the blue-haired woman eased herself off of Logan’s lap and redressed. In all of a second, he had himself tucked safely in his jeans. He stood and pulled Cate in for a brief, yet deep kiss and held her for one more moment before letting her go.

“Time for lunch with Gumbo, darlin,’” he grinned. “Ya might wanna take a shower first, though.

“I’ll take that into consideration, Wolvie. And you mayt tot to think on this--you, me, and Rogue.”

The surprise radiated from his consciousness, registering strongly in Cate’s. She looked up at him to see his dark eyes wide and strong jaw dropped. A huge grin spread across her lips--it wasn’t too often that one caught Logan by surprise.

“What?” she asked innocently. “Just because she’s my best friend doesn’t mean that I can’t think she’s hot.”

At that she sauntered out the door and left him with yet another uncomfortable bulge in his jeans.

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