Forbidden Fruits

Logan furiously stalked the halls, with his hands clenched into fists by his sides. The icy cold glare in his eyes and the way his nostrils flare when he grunted made him look like an enraged animal hunting his prey. Unfortunately, for Scott, he was the prey being hunted.

Logan followed Scott’s repulsive stench, with one intent, to snap him in half for what he was doing behind Jean’s back. He couldn’t believe that Scott had the balls to do such a thing and honestly think he could get away with it. The fact that Scott, could walk around as if nothing was going on, only infuriated Logan even more.

As Scott’s scent finally ended at the garage, a low growl formed in Logan’s throat. He yanked the door open, fully prepared to beat the shit out of Scott, when he stopped abruptly in his tracks. His eyes fervently searched the garage, but Scott was nowhere to be found and neither was his car. Logan grunted, slammed the door and trudged back into the school.

With Scott not being there for Logan to take his anger out on, he knew he had to relieve it fast. It just wouldn’t be safe for him to walk around the school with all that anger held inside.

Heading for the gym, he once again came to a sudden halt. He sniffed fervently at the air and the sweet scent of vanilla filled his senses. At first, the scent soothed his tensed body and he smiled, but then it quickly made him feel worse. He couldn’t bump into her and not tell her, it wouldn’t be right. Jean didn’t deserve to be treated the way Scott was treating her and she had the right to know.

Logan sighed heavily and reluctantly followed her scent, which led him to the sauna. He stood silently in the doorway, as he gazed across the room at Jean, who was relaxing in the whirlpool.

Her soft red hair was swept up off her slender neck in a French twist. Her arms were draped along the edge of the tub and her head was titled back against the headrest. She looked so peaceful and content, that he cursed himself for what he knew he had to do. He didn’t want to be the bad guy, who told her, but someone had to and after all, being the bad guy was what he was good at.

Despite Jean’s back facing him, she knew he was standing behind her and could hear the battle raging inside Logan’s head. Even though his thoughts were vague and erratic, she knew it had something to do with her. The need he felt to protect her and the anguish he felt in having to hurt her now, radiated profusely from him.

It was a feeling from him that she quickly became accustom to and easily became attracted to. Although she never admitted it to anyone, she could never deny it to herself. Since the day they met, she had a hidden desire for him, a desire that burned through her veins every time she saw him.
Even tonight, as she sensed his presence and felt his eyes boring into her, it made her tremble and her sex ache. It ached with an intensity that she never felt with Scott, but tonight it was worse. It was like all the years she secretly craved Logan, had finally caught up to her, throwing her body into a sexual overload.

She felt like she’d explode if she didn’t give into what she has longed for all these years. She knew it would be wrong to allow herself to seduce Logan, but it didn’t matter to her any more. Things with Scott had gotten so progressively worse, to the point that she had fallen out of love with him that she didn’t care about giving into her temptation. The only question now, was would Logan let her.

“Care to join me or would you prefer standing there for the rest of the night?” Jean asked softly, not bothering to turn and face him.
“Now isn’t the best time Jean,” he answered honestly, but gruffly, “we need to talk.”

Jean sighed and turned to face him, making sure she kept her unclothed body well hidden beneath the water. Folding her arms on the edge of the tub and resting her chin on her arm, shzed zed softly at him. Her delicate green eyes looked so pure and inviting, that it made him ache.

“Okay, but can’t it wait until later? I could really just use the company right now,” she uttered innocently.

Logan searched her eyes for some type of hint, questioning himself if she all ready knew and was just trying to hide it. If she was, she was doing an excellent job, because he saw nothing resembling pain in her eyes. He only saw what he’s seen for years, gentleness, compassion and love.

He knew it was against his better judgment, but he couldn’t resist her kind request. The woman he loved was in need of his companionship and he’d never deny her that. Even if it meant climbing in next to her and fighting his urges every step of the way, he’d do it.

Logan sighed in defeat and started to round the tub, while pulling off his tank and tossing it to the floor. As Jean turned to face him, Logan grinned and shook his head.

“No peeking,” he ordered playfully, twirling his finger in the air.
“All right,” she sighed and turned back around, “but it’s not like I haven’t seen one before.”

Ignoring her comment, Logan kicked off his boots and pulled off his jeans. The last thing he needed right now, was to have Jean watch him undress. It would have only made his need for her worse, to feel her eyes racking over his naked body. Besides, he still had to tell her about Scott and couldn’t loose his control now.

Logan climbed over the tub and groaned softly, as he settling into the hot water. Next to Jean, the gym and the Danger Room, this was the best part of living in this school. Being able to relax in a soothing whirlpool after and extensive work out or from when ever he saw Jean, was just the thing to ease the tension in his muscles.

“Can I turn around now?” Jean asked sheepishly, as though she was kid asking if her punishment was over.
“Darlin’ you can do what ever you want now,” Logan replied teasingly, as he stretched his arms along the edge of the tub.

Jean smiled shyly and turned around to face him. That seemingly harmless innuendo that he was always so eager to provide was all she needed to hear. Casually, Jean glided over to him and sat dangerously close beside him. Every muscle in Logan’s body contracted and his heart began to pound fiercely in his chest. His hands gripped the edge of the tub, as his mind demanded him to keep his urges in check.

Jean felt the tension radiating from his body and tried her hardest not to smile. Wanting to see just how far she could push the boundaries of their friendship, she snuggled against him. Placing her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and sighed with content.

Logan clenched his teeth together and closed his eyes tightly. Even though his mind was screaming for control, he couldn’t keep his body from begging for her touch. Suddenly his eyes flew open, as he felt her fingers slowly trailing up his thigh and over his hip.

His breath caught in his chest and his body froze. Never had she been bold enough to touch him as she was now, which made his mind race, questioning her actions and her motive.

“Jean…”
“Shh…” she whispered, as she picked her head up and continued to drag her fingers up his stomach and plant her hand on his heaving chest.

Before he could say another word, she covered his mouth with hers and brought herself onto his lap. Instinctively, Logan snaked his arms around her and willingly returned her passionate kiss. Their mouths worked fervently together, devouring each other’s last breath.

After their long, heated kiss, Logan finally pulled away, both gasping for air. His eyes frantically searched hers; curious as to why they suddenly had that lustful glow that he’s wanted to see for so long.

“Why now Jean?” Logan questioned.
“Because I can’t take it anymore Logan. I want you Logan, I’ve always wanted you,” she answered, as she ran her hands up his chest.
“You don’t mean that. You’re in…”
“No I’m not and yes I do,” she interrupted, knowing what he was going to say, “you’ve never denied me anything so please…don’t deny me this.”

Jean leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his chest. Slowly, she kissed her way to his ear and nibbled lightly on his lobe. Logan nearly purred, as her tongue lapped gently at his ear lobe and he held her tightly against him.

“…Fuck me Logan…” she breathed heavily in his ear.

With that said, Logan growled and willingly gave into her. He shifted her on his lap, placing her entrance near the tip on his dick and then slowly lowered her onto him.
Jean moaned softly in his ear, as he eased her onto him and filled her to the hilt.

“Mmm…you feel so good,” he purred huskily, as he held her still.

As he settled on his lap, Jean wrapped her arms around his neck and began bouncing herself up and down. She started slowly at first, so she could get use to him sliding in and out of her. She didn’t need to look at his rock solid erection, to know that he was nearly twice the size of Scott. She felt it.

Her moans quickly turned into soft pants, as she gradually bounced herself harder against him. Logan tilted his head back, closed his eyes and moaned lusciously as she rode him. Despite her quickened pace, she still hesitated in loosing all control and fully giving herself to the man she secretly loved and pined for.

Sensing her reluctance and wanting to give her the pleasure she desired so much from him, he swiftly took control. He straightened immediately and firmly gripped her ass. Changing her rhythm, he began pulling her onto him with a force she had never felt before.

“Oh God!” she cried out, as she tightly held onto him.

Logan closed his eyes tightly and started rocking his hips back and forth, as he fervently drove her onto him. He grunted huskily in her ear, as his movements became shorter and harder. Jean could feel the wrath of pleasure pooling in the pit of her stomach and started bucking against him. Soon, she was digging her nails into the back of his neck and moaning loudly, as waves of pleasure flooded her body.

“Oh God Logan!” she screamed, as she withered against him.

Logan growled fiercely, as his name past her lips and her sex clamped tightly around him. In one swift motion, he pulled her onto him and then held her still, as he erupted inside her.

“Aahhh yeah…aahhh yeah!” he panted through gritted teeth.

Logan slumped back against the tub, taking Jean with him. Before either could catch their breath, Jean lifted her head from his shoulder and covered his mouth with hers. Their tongues lapped vigorously together, as they muffled the last of their moans.

Eventually, Logan pulled away and lifted Jean off him. He settled her beside him and wrapped his arms around her. Jean snuggled against him, rested her head on his shoulder and trailed her fingers along his chest.

Holding each other close, they sat there in a comfortable silence. Neither felt the need to say anything and they didn’t have to. Both knew what they had to do from this moment on, they only hoped that it would turn out the way they wanted.