They fell in a tangle of denim and dark hair and bare skin and hunger. Pulling her into his arms, Logan rolled them both to the center of the bed, facing each other, legs tangled, hands wandering curiously over each other’s skin.
“What are your instincts telling you to do right now?” His slight, smug smile put all of Marie’s nervousness to rest. To his surprise, her hand started rubbing the front of his jeans, warming his stiffening cock and making him draw an unexpectedly deep breath, “You don’t dance around the edges, do you?”
“Nope. Mama always said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, but the way to get his attention was to go for the jewels. I’m taking the shortcut.”
“You want me to take the shortcut, too?”
“Huh-uh, you gotta take the full tour.”
“Can I start here?” His lips descended on her throat, nipping lightly at the skin as her head sank back into the pillow, baring herself to him. His fingertips strayed lightly over the full swell of her breasts above the lacy bra, stroking the soft skin, then tracing the outline of an erect nipple through the fabric. He felt her sigh and arch against him, opening herself to whatever he wanted to do to her. He brought a little gasp from her as he lightly pinched the protruding flesh, then circled his thumb over the tip. Feeling her hand slipping around his hip to draw him even closer, Logan relaxed, knowing instinctively that everything would be okay with them.
Both of their lives had been chaos. Both had been outcasts. Both had known little chance at a decent life. Both now stirred an abundance of lust and want and devotion in the other, eliminating the incessant thoughts of their age difference and mutations and every other complication standing between them. It would all be okay. He trusted that it would be okay. She was a grown woman now, and in his bed, and in his arms. He would be the man she needed.
His hands wandered over her body at will, bringing soft sighs and gasps from her, exploring every curve, every swell, as they kissed and whispered and touched each other in the flickering shadows. He guided her hands over his own skin, over muscles on his chest and shoulders, stroking over his belly, slipping her fingers through the silky hair on his torso, teasing at the nipples. He felt near to bursting from the tight denim when she finally eased down the zipper. He watched her face register awe as his swollen erection sprang into her open palm, and she began to explore every inch of his cock, from firm root to silken tip. Slithering out of the jeans at last and laying back on the bed, Logan let her look and touch all she wanted.
Taking the hint, Rogue reached behind her and popped the clasp on her bra, then let Logan pull it from her shoulders and toss it aside. Standing naked in front of him in the shower hadn’t seemed as intimate nor as intimidating as it did now, laying with him on his bed. She curled her legs under her and sat quietly beside him, allowing him to look at her as long as he wanted. She could feel the heat rise in her skin as his eyes studied her breasts, shoulders, the tumble of hair that nearly veiled her until he brushed it’s length behind her shoulders.
Suddenly his arms were around her and he was pressing her down on the bed, one thigh over hers, kissing her deeply and rubbing himself against her. In a few breathless moments his hands were on her breasts, on her hips, pulling at the waist of her jeans. His lips went to her throat, to her nipples, suckling and nipping and making her tremble and moan beneath him. She felt her zipper grating open and the pressing warmth of his hand enter and cup her vulva, rubbing her and bringing wetness up over her clitoris.
Rogue thought she would die from the erotic sensations that flowed through her body, pooling between her legs where he stroked her. Pressing up against him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rode with the desire he stirred in her, her hips instinctively grinding in circles. Her breath suddenly seemed to leave her lungs as every muscle in her body tensed at once and she was thrown into climax, gasping and pressing her lips to his shoulder to keep from yelling at the top of her lungs.
“That’s my girl...” his whisper brought her back to sanity after a few moments. “You okay, baby?”
“Uh-huh....” No other sound would come out as she panted and tried to organize her thoughts, then, “Gawd.”
Grinning evilly, Logan slid his hand up to her belly and snuggled her against his chest, letting her come down a little from the orgasm. His velvet voice reached her as they lay wrapped together.
“You’ve got a choice to make right now. You can let me peel you outta those jeans, or you can run for your life. It’s up to you.”
“Sugar, you couldn’t get me out of this bed right now with dynamite. Peel away.”
In an instant, Logan was on his knees and tugging her jeans down, his hard cock bobbing between them and hypnotizing her like a cobra. She raised her hips to make it easier. With a last wiggle and two good tugs, her jeans were tossed onto the floor and then he was crawling over her, wedging one knee and then two between hers, nudging her thighs open, sliding his hands beneath her knees, pulling her legs up and apart for his hips to lock into hers.
“You sure about this, Marie?” He asked in a tight voice as she felt the head of his cock press against her cleft, “If you’re not absolutely sure, you gotta tell me right now while I can still think.”
She was panting, feeling desperate again for his touch on her heated flesh. “I’m ready for this, right now, right here, with you, do it.”
“You know it’ll probably hurt,” his lips were near her ear, nibbling softly, his body arched over hers as her legs seemed to somehow know exactly how to wrap around his hips.
“Don’t care... want you now,” she groaned as he lowered himself against her. She felt his cock pressing harder against her and starting to slip between the wet folds of her flesh. Nothing she had ever done to herself felt like what Logan was doing to her now.
“Slow, or quick? You tell me what you can handle.”
“Don’t know. Just.... just... push it in,” she was a little incoherent and Logan smiled to himself in smug satisfaction. Slow and gentle was less shocking, so he eased his hips forward again, and felt the warm, wet silk of her start to blossom open and encase him before he met the resisting barrier within.
“Relax, baby. We can go slow. Take a breath, then count to three,” he whispered into her ear as he felt her body starting to tense. She was unconsciously resisting his entry.
Marie took a deep breath, and said, “Okay. One...”
With a smooth, firm thrust, he seated himself deeply inside her before she was expecting it. Logan felt her muscles go tight over her whole body, her fingers clutching at his biceps, digging in harder. She stopped breathing for a moment and he felt her start to tremble. He had to hurt her; that was the way of nature, and there was no way around it.
Easing himself down on her, he rested most of his weight on his knees and forearms, nuzzling against her shoulder and waiting; waiting for her to regain her composure, waiting for his own control to return, for the hot, tight, wet embrace of her body was almost more than he could handle without coming. The trembling continued long enough to worry him, but she remained silent beneath him. He started nuzzling her ear, licking at the lobe, nipping the skin of her throat beneath. One hand sought out her breast and he lightly pinched the nipple erect, hoping to distract her from the pain between her legs. In a few moments he felt her draw a deep breath and moan as his fingertips slipped over the nipple teasingly.
“You okay, Marie?” He raised his head and looked into her eyes.
“Yeah - just a little overwhelmed right now,” she whispered and gave him a nervous, shaky smile.
Shit, she was covering. She was hurting bad. Logan hated himself right now, and still he wanted to do it all over again, but differently. There was no going back. The deed was done, and from here it was going to be better.
“You wanna change positions?”
“No. I like this,” she smiled sincerely at him this time as all her limbs writhed around him, and Logan felt his tension begin to melt. “This feels natural, like I should do this...” Marie raised one leg higher around him and pulled his body tighter into her, stroking her hands over his chest and shoulders. “Is that right?”
“Yeah, that’s right. I told you to follow your instincts,” Logan gave her a satisfied grin and rocked his hips a little, nudging at her without actually stroking. “Does that hurt?”
“No, I like it. Do it some more.”
Nudging turned slowly into thrusting and groaning and grabbing and grinding until Logan felt Marie starting to tighten and shake inside, but she seemed held helpless on the brink of orgasm.
Slipping one hand between their bellies, he pressed a thumb gently over her clitoris to start rubbing little circles, and she exploded around him, her inner muscles clenching at his cock, pulling him deeper into her, driving him over the edge. His hips snapped forward until with three hard thrusts he was coming in her, pumping into her heat and groaning feverishy as she held onto him, riding it out.
Grabbing her leg and rolling her onto their sides, he pulled her tight against him and soaked in the sensations as their breathing slowed. Laying wrapped together, he felt her nestle her cheek to his shoulder and fully relax in his arms. Several minutes later her head raised and she look directly into his face with a dreamy smile.
“Can we do that again? Sometime soon?”
He chuckled at her eagerness, “I figured you’d wanna swat me with something. I know it hurt.”
“Well, yeah, but not for long. Did I bleed?”
“Dunno - haven’t looked. You wanna look?”
“I suppose I ought to. Will you be disappointed if I didn’t?”
“Hardly. I didn’t want to hurt you at all, so why would I be disappointed if you didn’t bleed?”
“I thought maybe it was some kind of virgin trophy-thing for a guy, you know, to draw first blood,” she poked him in the ribs playfully.
“Well, since you put it that way....” he chuckled and edged away. She’d found his ticklish spot.
Logan gently pulled himself from her until they separated. Rogue gave a little gasp as the burn started between her legs.
“Ow.”
“Thought so.”
“It was worth it, trust me.”
Logan flipped on the bedside lamp and confidently leaned over her to tug her knees apart, his eyes searching between her spread thighs. Rogue felt a moment of wide-eyed, bashful hesitation, but forced herself to relax against the tension and allowed him to examine her. “What’s the verdict?”
“You ‘were’ a virgin, for sure. See?” He lifted his penis against his belly so she could see the thin smear of her blood on his skin. “Lay still - I’ll take care of it.”
He slipped from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She could hear running water, and he returned with a warm washcloth, going straight between her legs to clean her off. Again she felt the flush of self-consciousness burn through her, but knowing how in touch Logan was with sex and life in general, she submitted to him. He was gone back to the bathroom again, and when he returned they pulled the sheet down and climbed into bed together, wrapping their arms and legs around each other and nestling into the pillows.
“Regrets?”
“None,” she kissed his shoulder. “Well, only one - that we didn’t do this sooner.”
“I wasn’t ready.”
“I know.”
“You wanna sleep a while?”
“Dunno, Right now I just want to indulge myself in touching you,” her hand strayed through the hair on his chest, stroking over the thick layer of male muscle. “I never thought I’d be able to kiss a guy without killing him. And now, look at me! Laying naked in bed with you, just got righteously screwed, and nobody’s dead. Sugar, I’m a happy camper.”
“Me, too,” he grinned, and nuzzled into her hair, kissing her forehead lightly.
“You hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, it’s my turn to take care of you now. I’ll be back. Keep the bed warm,” Rogue bounded out of bed, shimmied into her jeans and t-shirt, and slipped out the door. Logan drowsed lazily, soaking in the warm languid afterglow of sex, but missing the heightened sense of smell. The scent of Marie on his sheets and his skin would have put him right back in the saddle with her, but those days were gone. He had to learn to pace himself now. He would never tell her that he’d hidden the washcloth with her blood on it. Some day, maybe some lucky day, they’d find a way to reverse the cure and her scent might still be there, for him alone.
He drifted half into sleep as the voice in the back of his head purred approval.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
The seduction. VERY ADULT CHAPTER! Consider yourself warned.