The Forbidden Desire

Logan took his time drinking the hot beer at the bar. He had a lot on his mind and he didn't like that. He hated to have to think about what his behavior had an effect on. He was deeply upset with his actions toward Ororo, and even after two months from the event he still was taunted by it. Every time he sniffed the air his nose distinguished her scent from the others. He couldn't bare to look at her because just the sight made his dick hard and he became annoyed without having the ability to calm down. Other things that fucked with him were his thoughts on her seeing Mike. What a bastard. He was not going to give the guy a chance. He refused to believe the guy had changed and Logan didn't care if he really had. He knew he was jealous. He wanted Ororo all to himself and not having his way made him irritated and disturbed.
He raised the glass up for the final gulp of the beer and quickly discovered that he had long downed his last swallow.
"Hit me again, Rob!"
"I don't know....Ain't that your tenth?" Rob the heavy bartender waddled over toward Logan and reached for his glass.
"Eleventh...now give it to me." Logan demanded rather calmly.
Rob shook his head from side to side.
"What?" Logan lowered his eyebrows becoming peculiar with what Rob was thinking.
"Logan...for these three years you coming here you ain't never gone past ten glasses. What's on your mind? A woman?"
"Why in the hell do you think it's a woman?"
"So it is a woman? What she like?" Rob asked as he cleaned Logan's glass and walked over to the beer pumps and began to fill it up again.
"Listen Rob..ain't nothing like that." Logan sighed, deeply.
" She must be something, huh? You love her?"
"DAMNIT! Rob shut-up and give me the drink!" Logan suddenly lost it. He quickly felt bad with the look Rob gave him. The man was kind and he was excepting on Logan, had been for three years, never charging Logan a dime, just wanted conversation. He was a simple forty something year old heavy set man, that had nothing but his bar. He'd lost his wife, the love of his life almost a soon as they'd married, and the bar was what he did to keep the little soul of breathing in him. If not for the bar, Rob would've killed himself the very day his wife had died, and Logan knew this. Everyone that was a regular at the bar knew it and with their time there they chose to talk to Rob about anything and everything you can imagine.
Logan always took his time talking with Rob, but he was never rub to him so his sudden shout was something Rob didn't expect and it had hurt him, but at the same time he got the answer to his question. It was about a woman. It had to be with Logan so sensitive over the matter.
"I'm sorry for yellin' at'cha." Logan muttered.
Rob slowly nodded his understanding as he sat the now full glass back in front of Logan.
He started to then walk away toward the other side of the bar when Logan opened his mouth.
"She's beautiful Rob."
"Who?" Rob turned around and pulled his own stool over to Logan and took a seat.
"The woman. Nice long straight white hair, haunting blue icy eyes...the kindest person I've ever discovered since being here." Logan took out a Black&Mild from his pocket and lit it.
Rob stayed quiet waiting to here more.
"She's got this voice, these hands, just everything that will drive you wild and her smell. I feel like I'm going to lows ground every time I get a whiff of it. That's about all I get from her now, her scent."
"Did you sleep with her?" Rob asked, he wasn't let getting the impression that Logan had fallen for her, only getting that she had wowed him, possibly in the bed.
"Yeah...I fucked her." Logan said slowly, softly with disgust as he took in a long drag from the cigar.
He glanced up at Rob and smirked. Rob wanted more. He wanted details. Logan blew out the smoke and sniffed in the fragrance.
"I shouldn't have, but yeah I fucked her." he said it again more loudly in the same manner as if he was waiting for someone to chime in and say something. All he got was a replay of the moment. He closed his eyes and the heaviness in his chest came again. The heaviness that he was constantly fighting, pleading that it would go away like his horrible nightmares at night.
His mind kept the memory of that day alive and fresh. He always had a vision of one moment of it each day after it had actually happened. Now it crept to him as he was beginning to tell Rob about it. He was getting her facial expression as he was doing her. The way her eyes would narrow and then close with each thrust he was doing, how her mouth was slightly parted and the soft moans and heavy breathing that came from them, was driving him wide yet again at the very second. He could not escape the repeating images or the way his body was yearning for him to return to her. It was good, and he knew there was so many more things he would've loved to do to her and with her.
" She works with me at the school and I hadn't noticed her. I was busy else where, but she had noticed me." Logan started to tell Rob his story about Ororo....
" Logan! Hey! Get up..."
Logan opened one eye and he wished he had not. Violet was sitting comfortably on his chest and starring at him with a large smile.
"What do you want kid? I'm trying to fuckin' sleep!"
Violet frowned at him and hit him upside his head.
"Well you slept on the couch and Oreo sure is mad at you!"
"I did not say that."
At hearing Ororo's footsteps and voice entering the room Logan sat up and yawned. The roar that came from his mouth caused Violet to jump. She got off of him and rushed to Ororo throwing her hands up.
Ororo complied with what Violet wanted. She picked her up and kissed her forehead. Ororo knew she shouldn't have gotten so concerned with the child, but Violet had made it clear that she wanted Ororo around her and it was hard resisting the purple eyed cutie.
"Logan, I don't care where you sleep, however it is 1:30 and well....everyone is outside enjoying the day. Some people were wondering where you were." She said this to him without emotion and without eye contact.
"Were you one, Darlin'?" Logan asked her directly.
Ororo couldn't believe she was blushing, but she could feel herself smile.
He hadn't called her Darlin' in some time and it brought back a nice feeling. The butterfly feeling in her stomach.
"I...I..no!" She finally was able to answer him.
"Yes huh! You told me to come in here and get him!" Violet quickly made sure her presence was noticed.
Logan chuckled and threw his legs around from the couch. He ran his hands threw his hair and yawned again.
Ororo put Violet down and whispered something into her ear. The little girl sighed,but ran out of the room to go back out side.
"I was a little concerned..." Ororo said, trying to remind herself to be careful with the choice of words she would say.
"What for?" Logan blinked rapidly trying to fully wake up.
"You came in late last night. Later even for you."
"I'm a grown man. You don't need to worry about me." Logan sharply retorted.
Ororo started to turn away and go back outside, but something made her stop. She took in a deep breath and turned to face him.
"Look, Logan I know that, but I can still worry.....Sometimes..."
Logan narrowed his eyes at her, but quickly corrected them," Sorry I worried you, then."
Ororo nodded and then started to leave, when she felt arms pull her back. Her back was pressed firmly against his chest and she struggled with her thoughts. Should she relax and place her head back onto his shoulders or should she pull away? What was happening?
She did neither, only standing there in his arms waiting.
Logan pulled her body as far back to him as he could. The delightful smell of her was making his knees feel funny, and the strength of something came to press on his chest, but for this moment he was not going to fight these feelings. He was going to see what she was going to do. He need to figure out something.
" Would ya like it if I never came in late like that again?" He muttered into her ear.
He could feel her shivering as he spoke to her and he moved his massive arms down her body and rested them on her thighs.
"Logan I don't care. You can do whatever it is you wwwwwaaaa....." She was trying to make her voice come out nonchalant, but suddenly the warm wet feel of his tongue on her neck caused her to waver.
"I don't want you to worry bout me." Logan whispered gruffly and he began to gently kiss behind her neck, moving her long hair aside with his nose.
"Logan what are you trying to do?" Ororo suddenly cleared her voice.
He ignored her and he began to grind his hips along her ass. He was tried of acting like she had no effect over him, but he wasn't about to totally give everything away. He had to much pride.
"I still want you Ororo." He told her, truthfully.
Ororo sighed, she couldn't believe he was doing this. Not now! Not when she believed Mike and her were finally moving up.
"Logan you're...."
"I'm not to late!" He hissed at her, but she only nodded her head. Telling him that he was.
"Don't give yourself to him, Ro'. I'm the one that sets the fire in ya." Logan continued to nozzle and kiss her neck. He crept one hand into her shirt and cupped one of her breast.
He enjoyed the heavy weight of it in his palm and he caressed at it shamelessly.
Ororo wasn't about to talk, he was setting his claim on her, and she was at a loss of words.
She couldn't think, all she could do was feel and she was enjoying it. His hardening erection pressed against her butt, his hot hands, one on her thigh, the other playing with her tit was making her wet and she knew he could smell it. She knew by the way he continued to sniff at the air.
" I smell you." He cut into her thoughts.
" I know." She sighed.
This caused Logan to groan in arousal. She was turning him on just has he was doing the same thing to her.
"Are you two coming!" Violet's tiny voice yelled at them. Both were so into each other that they hadn't heard her loud, stomping jelly sandals.
When they both jumped and turned to her she didn't look the least bite surprised at their closeness together. She did however scan them and she noticed Logan's unzipped zipper.
"Your zipper's undone." Violet said as if on queue.
"Thanks kid, now beat it!" Logan frowned at her.
Violet rolled her eyes at him and stuck out her tongue. Instead of obeying him she walked more into the room, over to Ororo and she puts her hands up. Ororo rolled her eyes at the little girl, but picked her up and started to leave.
"Ro..." Logan called to her, not knowing really what to say to her, but not wanting her to leave.
"We can talk later." She smiled at him as her eyes also caught the fact that his zipper was undone. He really must've had some late night she had noticed it earlier but had chose not to say anything since she was just going to leave.
"Oreo can we get on the swing now? I've been waiting on you to come to push me."
"Sorry, Logan and I had to talk."
Violet's eyes narrowed at Ororo, but then she giggled.
"What?"
"Didn't look like you two were talking to me."
Ororo sat her down as they got outside. A quick gust of wind was commanded from Ororo. She needed some air, Logan had heated her up far more then the nice day had.