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Number 72: Rack 'Em Up Boys
Title: Number Seventy-Two: Rack ‘Em Up, Boys
Series: Part of the “Numbers” series
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, however, by now I think they own me.
Feedback: Better than a fake orgasm.
Summary: In “Number Eighty-One: Tunnel Of Love” Logan mentioned number 72 in conjunction with the pool table – now in this story they get to check it off the list.
Author’s note: Considering that I didn’t plan on contributing to this series at all, I can’t believe I’ve written another chapter – damn ineffective Bunny Off.
Big thanks to Jonas for the preview and the thumbs up.
Whenever Logan couldn't sleep he did one of several things, he'd put a few new dents in the punching bag in the gym, drained off a twelve pack of Molson's or shot a game of pool. Not feeling particularly aggressive, just restless, Logan downed the beer and headed for the recreation room. He'd thought about waking up Marie and seeing if they could knock a few more numbers off her list, but she looked so peaceful that he didn't have the heart to disturb her.
He was taking his third shot when Marie wandered into the rec room. Her hair was tussled; she was rubbing her eyes and yawning. She was also completely naked. It was a good thing it was three o'clock in the morning and there was very little chance that anyone would catch her in such a state. Logan grinned mischievously as he felt himself harden. Well, she certainly wasn't going to be able to complain about ripped clothes tonight.
"Baby, did you forget something?" he asked.
Just then she looked down and noticer lar lack of clothing. Instead of blushing fiercely like he'd expected, she just gave him a seductive smile and licked her lips as she noticed the erection tenting his boxers.
"Can I play with your balls, too?" she asked mischievously in a breathy whisper.
Logan dropped the cue stick and stalked over to her, closing the small gap between them in two easy strides. He picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and walked them over to the pool table.ningning down, he pushed some of the colored balls out of the way and deposited her onto the green felt surface. He then quickly dispatched his boxers and climbed onto the table. Marie's hair was fanned out around her and her creamy skin glowed from the light above the table. She looked absolutely gorgeous and very edible, so Logan leaned down and licked at her neck, feeling the quiver as it flashed through her. He then trailed his tongue down her throat moving lower until he reached her breasts. Taking one perfect nipple into his mouth, he ran his tongue around it in circles, feeling it peak instantly, while his fingers attended to her other nipple, rolling it into hardness. After a few minutes of worshipping her breasts with his mouth, he stopped his ministrations to ask her what she wanted.
"I want you to kiss me everywhere," she told him.
Logan started with her lips, first licking at them and then when she parted them slightly, invadinr mor mouth so that his tongue could duel with hers. He could spend hours just kissing her succulent mouth, but he knew she wanted his lips and tongue on other parts of her body. So he reluctantly released her mouth and proceeded to dust the rest of her face with feathery kisses. He spent some time on her neck, pressing moist kisses to the pulse points and the hollow at the base before trailing a path down the valley of her breasts and onto her stomach, dipping into her navel in the process. He continued edging down to the place he'd fondly dubbed 'the honey pot' and gave her a quick, surreptitious lick.
When Marie moaned, "More. Please, Logan, do it more." He dipped his tongue into the honey pot again, swirling his tongue over her in slow, purposeful strokes.
"Yes, oh, God, yes," Marie whimpered as he tongue continued to work its magic.
Logan also used his fingers to stimulate her, moving his thumb in circles over the little bundle of nerves, he applied just the right pressure to send her over the edge. A little wet spot appeared on the felt beneath her and Logan smiled at the evidence of her orgasm. Still a little shaky, Marie propped herself up on her elbows and flashed Logan a satisfied smile.
"I wanna taste you now," she info him him.
Logan repositioned himself on the table so that he was now on his back with Marie hovering over him. Just like he'd done, she started on his mouth, kissing him until they both needed to come up for air and then feathered kisses all over his face before working her way over to one ear, where she vacuumed the lobe into her mouth and sucked on it gently. Logan let out a low moan, his earlobe having always been one of his stronger erogenous zones. She finally released the lobe, ending the sweet torture and made her way down onto his magnificent chest, which she kissed and licked with abandon sending ripples of pleasure coursing through him.
When her mouth followed the path of hair from his chest down onto his stomach, he knew where she was heading and smiled in anticipation. Instead of going straight for the 'prize', she pressed open-mouthed kisses to his inner thighs instead, her luxurious hair brushing over his cock as she moved back and forth between his two legs. He reached down and wrapped the soft strands of chestnut and platinum around his cock, loving the cool silky feel of it against his hot skin. He wondered if jerking off into her hair was on her listrobarobably not. Just when he thought he was about to mess up her freshly shampooed hair, she maneuvered so that her mouth was now poised over the head of his aching cock.
"Please, Marie," he begged.
Marie stuck her delicate little tongue out and gave the tip a quick lick.
"More," Logan pleaded.
Marie swirled her tongue over the head this time.
"More," Logan repeated.
Marie pressed kisses to the head and then up and down the shaft as Logan twitched beneath her touch. She finally took him into her mouth and only gave him a couple of sucks before he erupted with a growl, sending a gush of hot liquid down her throat. Even as she released him, she felt his healing power kick in making him hard again almost instantly.
Moving up his body, she straddled him and guiding his cock to her entrance, pushed just the head of it into her. She then gave a little wiggle and impaled herself on him, embedding him in her to the hilt. Logan put his hands on her waist and she began bouncing up and down as she rode him. Unable to resist the jiggle of her breasts as she bobbed up and down on him, he reached up to fondle them, while her own hands caressed his chest. Marie writhed about making little whimpering noises as he growled and thrust up into her rhythmically. After they climaxed within moments of each other, Logan flipped them over so that Marie was now beneath him, never breaking the intimate contact. Marie felt him harden again and wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting into her, pistoning harder the more her inner muscles clamped around his cock. Their fingers were interlaced and Logan put her arms above her head as she thrashed around beneath him, lifting her hips off the table to meet each powerful thrust. Logan latched onto her mouth just in time to swallow her scream as shme fme for the third time, spilling his seed deep into her a fraction of a second later as he climaxed himself. He pulled out of her and rolled to his side so as not to crush her, drew her toward him and cradled her against his chest as she went limp in his arms.
Logan recovered quicker than Marie, so sliding off the table he pulled on his boxers, gathered her in his arms and carried her back to their room.
Series: Part of the “Numbers” series
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, however, by now I think they own me.
Feedback: Better than a fake orgasm.
Summary: In “Number Eighty-One: Tunnel Of Love” Logan mentioned number 72 in conjunction with the pool table – now in this story they get to check it off the list.
Author’s note: Considering that I didn’t plan on contributing to this series at all, I can’t believe I’ve written another chapter – damn ineffective Bunny Off.
Big thanks to Jonas for the preview and the thumbs up.
Whenever Logan couldn't sleep he did one of several things, he'd put a few new dents in the punching bag in the gym, drained off a twelve pack of Molson's or shot a game of pool. Not feeling particularly aggressive, just restless, Logan downed the beer and headed for the recreation room. He'd thought about waking up Marie and seeing if they could knock a few more numbers off her list, but she looked so peaceful that he didn't have the heart to disturb her.
He was taking his third shot when Marie wandered into the rec room. Her hair was tussled; she was rubbing her eyes and yawning. She was also completely naked. It was a good thing it was three o'clock in the morning and there was very little chance that anyone would catch her in such a state. Logan grinned mischievously as he felt himself harden. Well, she certainly wasn't going to be able to complain about ripped clothes tonight.
"Baby, did you forget something?" he asked.
Just then she looked down and noticer lar lack of clothing. Instead of blushing fiercely like he'd expected, she just gave him a seductive smile and licked her lips as she noticed the erection tenting his boxers.
"Can I play with your balls, too?" she asked mischievously in a breathy whisper.
Logan dropped the cue stick and stalked over to her, closing the small gap between them in two easy strides. He picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and walked them over to the pool table.ningning down, he pushed some of the colored balls out of the way and deposited her onto the green felt surface. He then quickly dispatched his boxers and climbed onto the table. Marie's hair was fanned out around her and her creamy skin glowed from the light above the table. She looked absolutely gorgeous and very edible, so Logan leaned down and licked at her neck, feeling the quiver as it flashed through her. He then trailed his tongue down her throat moving lower until he reached her breasts. Taking one perfect nipple into his mouth, he ran his tongue around it in circles, feeling it peak instantly, while his fingers attended to her other nipple, rolling it into hardness. After a few minutes of worshipping her breasts with his mouth, he stopped his ministrations to ask her what she wanted.
"I want you to kiss me everywhere," she told him.
Logan started with her lips, first licking at them and then when she parted them slightly, invadinr mor mouth so that his tongue could duel with hers. He could spend hours just kissing her succulent mouth, but he knew she wanted his lips and tongue on other parts of her body. So he reluctantly released her mouth and proceeded to dust the rest of her face with feathery kisses. He spent some time on her neck, pressing moist kisses to the pulse points and the hollow at the base before trailing a path down the valley of her breasts and onto her stomach, dipping into her navel in the process. He continued edging down to the place he'd fondly dubbed 'the honey pot' and gave her a quick, surreptitious lick.
When Marie moaned, "More. Please, Logan, do it more." He dipped his tongue into the honey pot again, swirling his tongue over her in slow, purposeful strokes.
"Yes, oh, God, yes," Marie whimpered as he tongue continued to work its magic.
Logan also used his fingers to stimulate her, moving his thumb in circles over the little bundle of nerves, he applied just the right pressure to send her over the edge. A little wet spot appeared on the felt beneath her and Logan smiled at the evidence of her orgasm. Still a little shaky, Marie propped herself up on her elbows and flashed Logan a satisfied smile.
"I wanna taste you now," she info him him.
Logan repositioned himself on the table so that he was now on his back with Marie hovering over him. Just like he'd done, she started on his mouth, kissing him until they both needed to come up for air and then feathered kisses all over his face before working her way over to one ear, where she vacuumed the lobe into her mouth and sucked on it gently. Logan let out a low moan, his earlobe having always been one of his stronger erogenous zones. She finally released the lobe, ending the sweet torture and made her way down onto his magnificent chest, which she kissed and licked with abandon sending ripples of pleasure coursing through him.
When her mouth followed the path of hair from his chest down onto his stomach, he knew where she was heading and smiled in anticipation. Instead of going straight for the 'prize', she pressed open-mouthed kisses to his inner thighs instead, her luxurious hair brushing over his cock as she moved back and forth between his two legs. He reached down and wrapped the soft strands of chestnut and platinum around his cock, loving the cool silky feel of it against his hot skin. He wondered if jerking off into her hair was on her listrobarobably not. Just when he thought he was about to mess up her freshly shampooed hair, she maneuvered so that her mouth was now poised over the head of his aching cock.
"Please, Marie," he begged.
Marie stuck her delicate little tongue out and gave the tip a quick lick.
"More," Logan pleaded.
Marie swirled her tongue over the head this time.
"More," Logan repeated.
Marie pressed kisses to the head and then up and down the shaft as Logan twitched beneath her touch. She finally took him into her mouth and only gave him a couple of sucks before he erupted with a growl, sending a gush of hot liquid down her throat. Even as she released him, she felt his healing power kick in making him hard again almost instantly.
Moving up his body, she straddled him and guiding his cock to her entrance, pushed just the head of it into her. She then gave a little wiggle and impaled herself on him, embedding him in her to the hilt. Logan put his hands on her waist and she began bouncing up and down as she rode him. Unable to resist the jiggle of her breasts as she bobbed up and down on him, he reached up to fondle them, while her own hands caressed his chest. Marie writhed about making little whimpering noises as he growled and thrust up into her rhythmically. After they climaxed within moments of each other, Logan flipped them over so that Marie was now beneath him, never breaking the intimate contact. Marie felt him harden again and wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting into her, pistoning harder the more her inner muscles clamped around his cock. Their fingers were interlaced and Logan put her arms above her head as she thrashed around beneath him, lifting her hips off the table to meet each powerful thrust. Logan latched onto her mouth just in time to swallow her scream as shme fme for the third time, spilling his seed deep into her a fraction of a second later as he climaxed himself. He pulled out of her and rolled to his side so as not to crush her, drew her toward him and cradled her against his chest as she went limp in his arms.
Logan recovered quicker than Marie, so sliding off the table he pulled on his boxers, gathered her in his arms and carried her back to their room.
He woke uforefore her and decided to go down to the kitchen to get them some coffee. Scott was sitting at the table sipping his coffee and smirked when he saw Logan.
"What are you looking so smug about, Scooter, get some last night?" Logan asked curiously.
"Well, I don't have to ask you the same thing," he started to say, "I was just going over the security tapes from last night and thought you might like the one from the rec room."
He tossed a cartridge at Logan.
Logan caught the tape and just stared down at it in shock. Scott just grinned knowing that Logan and Marie could now check off both number 72 and number 4 from their list.