Release

I had been here so long, waiting, wanting. Yet he still denied me.

Since I came to the school, a girl, frightened and lonely, I thought he was the one who could end my torture. I knew he wanted someone good and clean. Perfect and white. So I turned down Bobby's kindness, while I burned and ached with his gentle kisses. I turned down Henry that night the radiator broke and we huddled together, loving his skin against mine. I even turned down Warren after his sweet plea to be my angel. I loved all of them in my own way. It could have been good between us.

But instead, I waited for Scott.

Scott Summers. He seemed so nice, so perfect. He was the white knight who would save me, the prince who would awaken me with a kiss. Little did I know how long it would take before he told me how he felt, before we admitted our secret passion. And then he left me there with a gentle kiss and hug. Burning.

I read trashy romances. I picked up romantic, then less romantic movies, and ached and shivered in my bedroom. Alone. I used my fingers to drain my desires away. It wasn't enough. I wanted someone else's skin against mine, someone's hands on my body, someone's hot eyes looking as I bent to remove my pants. Scott's kisses on my breasts. But Scott wouldn't do more than gentle kisses on my mouth, an embrace or two at the end of the day.

I tried once, shy, to get him to do more. I kissed him and raised his hand to my left breast. He pulled away, shocked, and went to his room. The next day, he brushed it off, saying that was for married people.

So I waited for him to propose, excited.

He didn't.

I couldn't take it. When the professor brought in the new X-men, I had to leave the team, had to try to find someone else, or I would burst into flames. Even the professor was starting to haunt my dreams.

It didn't work. My passions burned bright, but my mind was cautious and slow. I knew the risk of disease and the danger to my heart if I had sex without caring, without affection. I didn't just want sex. I wanted love and my beloved's body against mine.

I rejoined the team after a while. I couldn't stay away from them. Then I met the new one, the one they called Wolverine.

He had the expression in his eyes I had been looking for from Scott all these long, aching years. Wanting. Caring. Passion. And love. He teased me for months. At first, I tried to hold on, tried to be the good girl Scott and the professor and my parents wanted me to be.

Believed me to be.

I couldn't do it.

So I walked to his bedroom last night, tingling and aching, knowing he'd be there.

The door opened as I approached. "Jean," he said. His eyes devoured me. I walked in.

He wore a pair of denim jeans. Nothing else. His dark hair covered his body, swirling around his nipples and down to the line of his pants.

I wore my usual terrycloth robe over a pair of silky black panties I'd hoped to wear for Scott some day, maybe on our honeymoon. Realizing I was staring at him, I looked away and slowly toyed with the tie at my waist. "Logan."

He closed the door, then closed with me. "Why are you here?" His hand wrapped around my right wrist, stopping my teasing, nervous motions. He was so close, I could feel the heat rising from his thick body.

He was everything I'd wanted. Direct. Honest. Aggressive.

Wonderful. "I want you."

One raised eyebrow. "Ya want sex?"

I closed my eyes. "That, too."

He pulled me closer. Warm. He was so warm. "What all do you want, Red?"

Oh, boy … "I want to wake up next to you. I want to be with you. I want your cock in me. I want it all, everything we can have, pleasure and pain. I want you, all of you, every last bit. And I want to give you me."

His eyes swept me and his nostrils flared. "Prove it, Jeannie. Show me."

Like my fantasies. I untied my robe and let it part, then shrugged it off. I blushed. He let his hot gaze wander all over me, making me shiver, and took one step closer. He held me and kissed me. The kiss burned down my body, straight to my cunt, and I moaned. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth then and I enjoyed and was lost in the new sensation. I tingled, being held so close and intimately by a man who wanted me.

He stopped and moved a step back. "Anything else?"

I turned my back on him and bent over, stroking the thin black sides of my panties down, then letting them fall to the floor. His eyes followed my every move. I picked up my feet, shrugging them off, then walked back to him. "What do you think?"

"Hm." He looked me over with lust. "Ya look good. Uniforms don't lie."

"Want me?" He'd said it a thousand times before, but I hesitated, naked before him, waiting for rejection. Maybe I should have been more modest.

He extended one claw and sheared through his pants, baring his body to me. "Can't ya tell?"

I stared as his short, thick, muscular hips were revealed. "I guess uniforms don't lie." His erection jutted out at me. He stretched, deliberately, amused as I took the opportunity and watched him with an ache in my groin.

Suddenly I sat, overwhelmed, on his bed. Maybe this was all too much. I couldn't take looking at his body, thinking about what was going to happen.

"Jean." He sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulders, then tipped my chin up so I could look into his passionate eyes. "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you, darlin.' I'm just having a hard time believing this is real." His lips gently teased mine. I relaxed as I heard him say what I'd longed to hear, and opened my lips to his gentle pressure against them.

The heat was wonderful. His rough, urgent caresses against my mouth were all I wanted. I parted my legs, closed my eyes, then opened them again as his hand gently closed over my left breast. His eyes challenged mine, hand squeezing my flesh rhythmically. I watched his hand and put my own over it, holding him there, letting out a hard breath as he touched me.

His eyes darkened and he pushed me back onto the bed. I fell, then moved toward the middle and stayed there, waiting for him to come to me. He did not disappoint. He leaned over me, one leg slipping between mine, keeping them separate. His mouth closed over mine again and I embraced him, amazed at how wonderful he felt in my arms. He was so very warm. He nipped at my jaw and started tracing kisses down my neck. I extended my neck to him, arching into his wet mouth, enjoying every stroke.

His hands were not idle, of course. Logan has never been the type to leave anything to chance. He opened his palm over my right nipple and began circling around it, broad strokes, up onto the flesh above it, then back down, making me gasp. His other hand rubbed gently over my body, shoulder to waist, adding to the burning I'd been living with for years.

His face was deadly serious as he lowered himself to my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth, suckling me. He closed his eyes and teased me, my hands lacing together behind his head as his mouth continued its sweet pull on my breast, then shifted to my left. His hand slowly stole down between my thighs.

I had been, unconsciously, rubbing myself against his knee there, exciting myself further. When he withdrew his leg as he moved down my body, I slowly realized what I had been doing and blushed crimson. Obvious. Shameful. He shook his head on my chest, nibbling my soft skin. "Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Are you sure?"

His fingers slid over my warm, damp slit. "It's a compliment." I threw my head back and moaned as he turned his attention between my legs. His hand was rougher than mine, but did some things I'd never imagined doing to myself when I slid my fingers down in the dark, trying to bite my lips to keep from crying out. His fingers circled my clit as his mouth seized my breast firmly, all teasing gone now. I did let out a small cry as he changed directions, one finger stroking down to slide under my hood and his thumb moving to penetrate me slightly.

He gave a pleased sigh and slid his other leg between mine, spreading me wider. I surged against him, close to orgasm, eager for more. "Be patient."

"Easy for you to say," I wheezed, my breathing becoming more uneven at the idea of him entering me at last.

"Look at me." I looked up into his eyes, unable to keep from twitching a little at his obvious ardor. "This isn't just tonight. This is forever."

"Yes." I wanted that. I wanted this man with me, in me, as has he pressed into me, I welcomed him. I reached down to touch him as he drove into my narrow aperture, watching as he pushed deeper, until we were as close as we could be. I was stretched wide, stuffed, full of him.

"When's the last time you did this?" he asked, rubbing his penis against me, inside me, careful of his movements, keeping them gentle and slow.

"Never. With a man. I mean …" He looked a little disturbed but said nothing as I ground to a halt.

"I'd have thought, you know, you and Scott gettin' so close, you would have." He punctuated his sentence with a quick withdrawal, then a jab back into me.

"So did I, but he had other ideas." I couldn't talk any more.

"Idiot." He surged into me strongly. I rose to meet him, pushing onto him as he drove deep within me. I cried out as the fever within grew to unbearable heights, clenching around him. My lover smirked as I exploded, fearing I would fall, losing all control, squeezing him tightly within as I wrapped my arms around him. I was glad he was so heavy. He reassured me as I relaxed, but did not stop stroking inside me. Soon, his cock grew larger, warmer, and began spraying me with his own release. I held him close as he kissed me, then moved to the right so he would not crush me.

I was comfortable and calm, but tired, so I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, I saw Logan smiling down at me. "One minute to make a choice, Jeannie. Do you want to be found in bed, or out of it?"

"What?" I didn't remember for a few moments why Logan was here at all, then blushed as I saw the dark panels of his room and his blue sheets around my naked, sore body.

"In or out. We kinda slept late and someone's comin' to check on us."

"Mmm." I didn't want to move. "I said I wanted everything. Easiest way to let people know is to stay here."

"Suits me just fine." He nibbled my lips. I let him tease me, letting my embarrassment slip away with every sensual caress.

"Logan?" Kurt opened the door and froze.

"Yeah, elf." Logan rolled over and grinned at the furry man.

I kept my eyes on my lover but waved at Kurt anyway.

"And Jean."

Logan nudged me. "He's a real master of the obvious today."

I nodded and shyly looked at Kurt. His mouth hung open. I curled into my lover's body, enjoying his discomfort. "What's wrong, Kurt?"

"But … you … er … I will come back later." He left us and we laughed together.