Heatwave

Heatwave Chapter Six (NC-17)
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She tried not to think about how it was technically wrong fhem hem to be doing this, how Kitty would kill her after she was done murdering Kurt and hiding his body in a shallow grave. Jubilee could not help the groan that rose from her throat, though, as Kurt’s teeth nipped the soft flesh just below her chin sharply. The balance beam pressed against her back but she could not think of it as painful when everything else felt so wonderful. She arched her back and let him pull her shorts down her legs, shivering at the sensation of being absolutely exposed to his hungry eyes and hands. Her top was pushed up past her breasts, her bra a negligible scrap somewhere on the floor now, probably nowhere near her shorts. She shuddered and mewled a cry as he bent to draw on one turgid peak, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive flesh and make her squirm in her precarious position.
It had all happened so fast… She knew that he could tell that she was staring but she could not stop herself. He looked so damned good on the rings, she had thought. Kurt had been there for at least two hours before she even arrived to chain tin the locker room area and when she came out to practice on the beam, his shirt was off and he was sweaty, but not even truly breathing hard. She knew about the whole pheromone thing after not only biology classes but also because of Kitty’s theories on why they could not keep their hands off each other. Jubilee forced herself to pay attention to her routine after the third time she bobbled and Kurt laughed under his breath. She was so focused on her handsprings that she did not notice him coming over. His innocent question—did she need him to spot her—seemed laced with innuendo to her ears. She had opened her mouth to decline but found herself saying yes, please. Be good, she warned herself Just because Remy is out of town is no reason to go drooling all over Kurt…
It had been anything but innocent, she decided as Kurt’s fingers slid down her side to the juncture between her thighs, finding the hot, wet folds there and rubbing gently, teasingly. He had spotted her for the first few minutes, until her routine took her back up the beam towards him. He was standing too close for her comfort and she tried to overcorrect on instinct, making herself fall off the beam and towards his side of the mats. Hitting with a thud, she was momentarily winded and barely had time to catch her breath before Kurt was kneeling over her. She brushed him off, getting to her feet, but he was right behind her, his hands on her back, her arms, checking wordlessly for sore spots or other injuries. His fingers brushed the back of her neck and she shuddered involuntarily. She knew, at that moment, that she was lost…
He had pushed her against the beam with a nudge, her legs already shaking as she silently complied. She wanted this, needed this, and damned if she knew why. She could feel his arousal against her back and she had a sudden flash of the time she had seen him at the pool, when Lance had played his juvenile prank and exposed Kurt to the world, as it were. Jubilee swallowed hard. It had not been her imagination being kind—he was indeed that big. Blushing furiously, she let him turned her around to face him. His eyes were narrowed in lust, his hands shaking slightly as they tugged at her shirt. She found that she did not care that they were in the unlocked gym, that any one could walk in and see them at any time. All she knew as that her body was demanding release and Kurt’s mouth was doing horribly pleasurable things to her neck, sending sharp thrills of illicit, heated lust to her very sex. She moaned softly as his hands found her breasts and teased her nipples to painful erectness.
Her hands fumbled briefly with his sweatpants but it was only a passing clumsiness. She grasped his length and stroked him nearly frantically as he plundered her depths, bending her back against the beam and lifting her slightly. He pressed between her thighs, letting her guide his thick length into her waiting heat. She clutched at his neck and back, wanting to cry out and thrust against him but he would not let her, grinding against her as he finally claimed her mouth with his. The soft fur of his chest and stomach made her shiver as it tickled her and she knew she would not be long for this activity. Her body was responding heedless of her demands, speeding towards her release. Kurt was thrusting into her now steadily, his hands gripping her thighs as he held her open for his arousal. She did cry out then, softly but blatantly, throwing her head back when he buried his face in her neck. She opened her eyes as he pushed in one time, hard and fast, not moving within her for a long moment. She saw the clock on the back wall and gasped. Ten minutes until Logan’s training session with the first years, but she did not care. She did not want to tell Kurt to hurry and knew she would not have to; he began moving again, pressing against her just so, sending shocks of orgiastic bliss through her body until she knew it was inevitable. Heat poured through her veins and she felt as if she were shattering into a million pieces. Her sex tightened around him, flooding with honeyed moisture. His own cries were muffled against her beast and shoulder as he followed her in release, making her whimper and writhe anew.
Kurt sighed and maneuvered her to sit on the beam, withdrawing from her slowly. Without looking at her, he retrieved her shorts and bra, handing them to her before righting his own clothes. His eyes finally found hers and they looked indefinable. She knew. She nodded and he sighed again, vanishing in the blink of her eyes.

Jubilee shook herself and jumped off the beam, dashing sweat from her eyes as she headed quickly for the door. Her daydream had been a little *too* real… “Where are you off to?” Kitty asked from her spot on the floor, flat on her back and sweating heavily under the guise of finishing her training for Logan.
Jubilee shook her head, looking at her feet. “Shower. Cold, cold shower.”