An X-Citing Tale

As she walked out of the danger room Jean saw Wolverine watching her from the control room. ‘How long as he been there,’ she wondered. The thought of his eyes moving over her as she worked in her leather, skin-tight suit made her breath quicken slightly. But it was getting late and she still needed to take a shower. For a long time now Jean had secretly wanted Logan. His rugged good looks, his deep gruff voice, and the way he moved in his jeans drove her crazier with each passing day. She had never felt like this for any other man. She knew he wanted her as well. He always stopped when she came into the room.
But there was just one problem, Scott. She loved Scott, always had and probably always will but it just wasn’t in the way that everyone thought. She was the only person who knew Scott was gay. He felt he could never tell anyone else. So a long time ago they decided that they would pretend to be together, for his sake. She dealt with this just fine until the day Logan showed up. Scott would go to places for the night or weekend for “research.” (Nobody ever suspected that research included getting it in the ass by other men.) All while Jean stayed alone.
Jean locked her bedroom door and made her way into the bathroom while pulling off her restricting suit. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was naked, flushed, and had a small cut on her right arm from one of the Danger Room simulations. ‘I wonder if this is what I would look like after screwing Logan,’ she thought. With a smile she got into the shower. At almost any time of the day she was thinking of him. This time was no exception. She imagined him watching her now, as her hands moved over her body like the running water. She played with her nipples and rubbed her vagina. She thought of watching him grow hard. In her head, he masturbates to her doing the same. She comes so quick it is hard to believe. She wants him now more than ever.
Jean closes her eyes and searches the house for Logan’s thoughts. The house was unusually empty tonight so it wasn’t hard to pinpoint him in his room down the hall. She concentrated harder to read his thoughts. ‘Jean,’ he thought. ‘Jean, I need you.’ Out loud she said, “I need you too.” The words startled her into realizing that she couldn’t take this anymore. Jean pulled on a pair of pants and a tank top. She walked down the hall quietly and stood outside his door wondering what to do next. A few seconds later Logan opened the door.
“Hey,” he purred. “I…”
“Hi,” she interrupted. “I know, it is all okay now.”
She put her fingers against his lips. They were softer than she thought they would be. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside his room. He locked the door and held her closer.
“I need you,” she said.
He smiled that half-grin that drove her insane. Then he kissed her hard and deep. He moved his strong hands all over body, making her more excited with each movement. She pulled off his shirt and felt his hard bare chest. ‘He’s so strong, he could crush me,’ she thought. With that thought she began licking his nipples. She was so turned on. Her hands went down and worked on taking off his formfitting jeans. Once they were off she looked down at his large member getting harder by the second. She moved down and started sucking on the tip. He growled in a sexy way as she put it all into her mouth and scrapped her teeth along its length. She sucked and licked on him until he came a few moments later. She got to her feet and smiled at him. She removed her clothes.
“Oh babe,” he whispered looking at her nude body.
He suddenly shot out his metal claws and moved close to her. He slid the claws gently along her bare skin. He stopped then, softly, he ran his claws over her nipples and played with them until she was almost panting. Carefully, he slid one claw between her moist sex. He toyed with her hard clit. The cold metal felt so good to her and she thought it was amazing what he could do with those claws. She stood there moaning until, finally, she was overcome by pleasure. He slid his claws back in when she was done.
“My god,” she said.
“I love you too, hun,” he replied with a laugh.
Slowly he began kissing her again. Even though the release a few minutes ago was wonderful, she wasn’t fulfilled. He was kissing her neck when she said, “Take me.” He bit down and pushed her onto the bed.
He started at her feet and nibbled his way along her body, all the way up to her mouth. She felt the weight of his body on hers. She felt every part of him. She heard his heavy breath in her ear. In one quick move she flipped him on his back and straddled him. Slowly, at first, she started ridding him. He sat up and rested his head on her shoulder. She rode him harder. Then they began to rise off the bed, as he pumped deeper and deeper into her. They were in mid-air when she climaxed. He made quiet noises, like growls, when he came. She watched him intently. ‘Everything about him is so primal, yet so loving,’ she thought. She brought them back to the bed and she lay down next to him.
“We have to keep this a secret,” she said stroking his face.
“I guessed,” he said looking into her eyes.
“But I love you,” she whispered.
He seemed to wince but he took her hand, kissed her fingers, and placed her hand on his heart. “I will always be here,” he said.