Rogue grinned as Logan mounted the motorcycle. She hopped on behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest, allowing her hands to wander for a moment, inspecting, caressing. Logan's growl brought out a husky chuckle from her. She still hadn't recovered from the past few minutes, and she didn't intend to. The bike roared to life, and the vibrations between her legs made her shiver. Logan felt it, growled, and hit the gas as if his life depended on it.
They made it back to the mansion in three minutes. While that might have been a record, neither Rogue or Logan really cared. He stopped in front of the mansion's garage, clutched one of her wandering hands, and used it to yank her off the bike with him, up the stairs and through the back door. Rogue grinned at his urgency, although she certainly felt it too.
They broke another record getting to Logan's room, the door crashing shut behind them. Logan pressed her up against it, and just before his mouth descended on hers again she managed to get out, “Am I going to be spending a lot of time like this, sugar?”
His only answer was a snarl as his searing lips met hers. Rogue lost all ability for coherent thought at that point. She faintly heard the *snickt* of a claw being released, but the important thing was that at least one of his hands was doing a very thorough inspection of her breast through the silk of her shirt, and it was driving her almost as crazy as his mouth was. She squirmed against him, which apparently gave him the perfect opportunity to lift that claw and slash the side of her skirt from top to bottom. The flimsy piece of material didn't need any encouragement to drift to the ground, and then Logan's warm hand began exploring, smoothing over her ass cheek and then around the front to the tiny scrap of black silk that was her poor excuse for underwear. Rogue moaned as his fingers found her clit through the silky panties and twisted. Another *snickt* and the panties followed the skirt to the floor.
Rogue, with what was left of her mind, decided that it was completely unfair that she was half-naked and he was still fully clothed, so she called forth some of the strength she had once borrowed from him with her mutation and literally ripped his shirt off so that her hands could devour that delicious muscular chest, the rock-hard abs and—mmm, speaking of hard, hellooooo Logan! Rogue's busy hands snapped open his jeans and pushed them down his hips. There! Hah! He had less clothes on than she did...wait, no, there went her top. It didn't really matter because her hands were now full of Logan's cock and balls as she rubbed and fondled, desperate to feel every inch of him.
One of Logan's hands was still lodged between her thighs, playing with her clit, fingers sliding in and out of her now very wet pussy. The other hand left her breast after it ripped off her top, something that made her whimper demandingly, but before she could do much more than register the cooler air on her breast Logan's fingers had threaded through her hair, and he was pulling her head back. His lips traveled down her throat, burning kisses into her flesh, until he reached her shoulder and bit down—HARD!
“Oh, God, Logaaaan!” Rogue shouted as, between the bite and another twist of her clit, she exploded into a million teeny tiny pieces. “Please, Logan, please!” she begged, sobbing as she came.
“What do you want, darlin'?” he demanded, his hand still pulling her head back so that she arched against him.
Rogue moaned for a moment before answering. “Your cock! Please, Logan, I need you inside me!” she cried.
Somehow they were on the floor. Rogue had no idea how that had happened, but she didn't bother trying to think too hard about it because Logan's wonderful hand was now pushing her thighs apart. He ran his hands up her thighs, her sides and her arms before he captured her wrists above her head.
“You're mine, Marie,” he growled as he teased her pussy with the tip of his cock. “Say it!”
“I'm—oh, God, I'm yours, Logan! Yours, yours, yours! Just, please, I need you NOW!” she said, letting out a growl of her own so he'd know she was serious. The growl turned to a moan as he thrust inside of her and her hips rose to meet him. She wrapped her legs around his waist to take him deeper on the next thrust, and then nothing mattered except the feel of him sliding in and out of her pussy and the way his mouth claimed her again, his tongue mimicking what his cock was doing to her.
Rogue had no idea how long this lasted, but just as she was about to climax for the third—fourth? fifth?--time, Logan's pace increased, and he tore his mouth from hers only to shout her name. “God—Marie! Yes, baby, yes!” he yelled as he came, shuddering over and over again with his release. The feel of his cock pulsing inside of her sent Rogue over the edge a final time, and she added her own shouts to his. Logan collapsed on top of her, and they both spent an unknown amount of minutes trying to remember how to breath.
Rogue was just starting to feel able to maybe move her head, maybe a foot, when Logan stood, gathered her up and deposited her on the bed before flopping down next to her. They stared up at the ceiling, his head on her shoulder, her hand playing with his sweat-soaked hair.
“Damn, darlin', you're amazing, you know that?” he finally said.
“You're no slouch yourself, sugar,” Rogue replied with a grin. “This was definitely much better than Mr. Happy.”
Logan reared up and glared at her. “Who's Mr. Happy?” he snarled.
Rogue laughed. “Mr. Happy's the dildo Jubes bought me for my seventeenth birthday. She almost gave it to me in public, but I'd seen the bag and so ripped it out of her hands and ran up to our room before anyone could try and make me take off the wrapping. Mr. Happy has served very well for the past four years,” she told him dryly. “You're my first real, live experience, sugar.”
Logan's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. “If I couldn't tell you were telling the truth, Marie...” he trailed off in wonder and then looked over at the floor where they had just screwed each other's brains out.
She laughed again. “I had a very active imagination, access to more porn than was probably good for a celibate girl in the form of first Jubes' and then my stash, and a dildo, Logan. I got about as much practice, if not more, just by pleasuring myself than most teenage girls manage to get from their boyfriends, who probably weren't able to get them off as well as I was able to make myself come,” she told him. She lifted a hand and trailed her fingers down his chest and then lower. “Hmmm...I think you like that idea,” she said mischievously.
“Darlin', you have no idea,” Logan said, leaning down to take her mouth yet again.
Much later, Rogue's sleepy voice whispered in the darkness, “You know, that was one of my favorite outfits.”
“Marie, anymore outfits like that and you'll kill me.”
“Don't worry, sugar. I only have about twenty similar skirts, and about forty tops that were just waiting for me to get control of this skin of mine.”
Another growl. It looked like Rogue wasn't going to sleep yet, after all.
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And the fun continues...
Chapter End Notes:
And this is what happens when your husband is deployed and you get horny...and I have three more months to go!