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The Urge	By : gokusgirl Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Jean Views: 6209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Urge

Author: LadyX (gokusgirl@earthlink.net)

Rating: NC17

Summary: Logan gives Jean an offer she can't refuse.

Universe: Uncanny X-Men; inspired from issue 394.

Warnings: Strong sexual content. Anyone under 18 should not read. This is my first X-Men fanfiction, so forgive me if I'm incorrect with certain aspects of the Uncanny storyline or if I make the characters seem out of character.
Big thanks to Eiluned for beta-reading! You did a fantastic job!
The Urge

Chapter Two
"Can't sleep?" Logan spoke as he walked up along side the leather couch, his tone gruff but sensual. Jean immediately gasped, startled by her team mate's sudden intrusion. She quickly sat up straight, closing her legs tightly. Logan made no notice of it as he plopped down in the seat next to her. Jean grabbed the remote with shaky hands as she clicked quickly from the station, but Logan snatched the remote out of her hand. She finally looked at him, her cheeks red with obvious embarrassment and arousal. Logan loved it.
"What you watchin', Jeannie?" Logan seemed to purr, his grin wide and mocking. Little did she know he was working on just a thread of his control at the moment, so ready to just pin her down and fuck her hard, to make her scream his name until her voice was raw...
"N-nothing," Jean managed to reply, her eyes tearing away from his wild gaze. She knew she was busted. One thing she could count on with Logan was his keen senses. He could tell her things about herself by just inhaling her scent at times. And right now he sensed that she was one hot and horny little girl.
"Then why did you turn away from it?" Logan asked, his voice growing deeper as he closed his eyes for a moment, trying desperately to keep himself in control. He saw her cheeks turn redder as she stared into the television screen, not really watching the program at all. He noticed how she pressed her legs closer together; it didn�t do it any use. He could smell how bad she needed it. Minutes passed as they both sat in silence; her watching the TV and him watching her. Finally he broke the thick silence, hoping it would put her mind at ease. "There's nothin' wrong about watchin' stuff like that, you know."
"Stuff like what?" Jean asked rather innocently, her eyes still on the television.
"Porn," Logan answered, and Jean glared at him quickly, her brilliant green eyes flashing dangerously. Man was he going to love this. "I watch it all the time."
"I'm sure you do," Jean scoffed as she folded her arms at her chest. She was still so damn nervous with him being this close to her, and she couldn't think. "I certainly hope none of the kids can get to these channels." Jean sighed, hoping she could change the subject. Not a chance.
"So Scooter's not keepin' you satisfied, reason bein' you're down here watchin' this and he's upstairs?"
Jean couldn't believe what she was hearing; she gave Logan another hard look, and narrowed her eyes. "Scott is none of your business!"
"Only makin' an observation�" Logan shrugged, settling back against the couch as he turned back to the adult channel. Like clockwork a couple was getting it on at a furious pace. "It isn't everyday when you see a woman who has a boyfriend finger herself like no tomorrow."
"If I was fingering myself�" Jean started, trying hard to ignore the lewd sounds the couple of the TV was making. "�that doesn't mean Scott isn't satisfying me."
"Of course it does," Logan laughed softly, slowly inching his self closer to the fire haired woman. "And it doesn't have to be this way, Jeannie."
Jean blinked, a bit confused at what he said. "I don�t think I follow you, Logan."
Logan growled low in his throat, the proximity of their bodies were so close now that it made his erection painful. "If you were my woman, you wouldn't have to finger yourself�I'd do it for ya�and much more."
"Well I'm not your woman," Jean breathed, a bit shaken from his choice of words. She could smell the sweat on his body, combined with his already heady masculine scent and the cigar smoke that now clouded her rational thought. How badly she needed release�
"Yeah, I know," Logan said with disappointment in his voice. But then he looked at her with those untamed hazel eyes, glimmering with mischief. "But it's okay to pretend�even for a moment�" Logan's jeaned thigh was now pressed against Jean naked one, and his arm went over her head to rest behind her on the couch. He inhaled deeply, growling softly as he smelled her sweet arousal. "Damn Jeannie�you smell good enough to eat."
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end when he said that, and Jean shook her head, her hand waving in the air. "Logan, I can't�"
"I'm not talking about fuckin', hon," Logan suggested quickly, the lust in his veins pumping veraciously throughout his body, making him tremble. At this point he was willing to take whatever she would give. "But I could get you off�would you like that?"
Jean shivered at his words. Between the program on the TV and Logan's indecent proposal, Jean thought that she would climax right there on the spot. She looked at Logan once more, and noticed that his dark gaze was filled with a mixture of desperation, admiration, and desire. It had been so long since someone looked at her like that�and it made her even hotter. She squirmed in her seat; hoping the pressure would sate the throbbing pangs of arousal between her legs, but it was no use. She felt reckless; unable to restrain herself any longer. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the surprisingly soft caress of Logan's hand on her thigh, and she moaned.
Logan was relieved that she didn't freak out when he touched her. He could tell that her defenses were weakening, and her skin was on fire. His hand roamed softly on her thigh; sliding from the kneecap and upward along the curve of her hip. God, how soft she felt! He heard her sigh dreamily, and he smirked. He was going to just love this�and so was she.
"Get me off?" Jean whispered hoarsely, her hips rotating into the cushion slowly. "How?"
"Any way you want me to, darlin'," Logan replied as he finally captured her hand that was pleasuring herself earlier. She watched as he took each finger and sucked on it with more enthusiasm even she couldn't muster. Logan's dark gaze was veiled with that wild, primitive look that Jean secretly liked seeing in him. "I just want to make you come. Will you let me do that?"
The sensation of Logan's rough tongue sparked an idea in Jean's mind, and she nearly shook with a yearning she couldn't explain. Finally, she could make her fantasy come true�tonight�right on this very couch�and he didn�t even had to fuck her.
"Eat me," Jean spoke in a tone that wasn't quite herself, and her legs drifted apart with no hesitation. Logan didn't have to be told twice. He was down on the floor between her legs in an instant, his huge hands sliding under her buttocks to peel the soaked material that stood between him and his treat.
Pulling her legs up, he placed them on his shoulders hastily as he looked up at her with glazed eyes. "Scoot your bottom closer to the edge darlin', so I can taste it all."
Jean moved her hips forward to the edge of the couch, and quivered with eagerness as she watched him settle down closer to her wanton opening. She was becoming too excited, and overly eager for him to do it�she knew there would be consequences for her actions now, but it was now or never. And she knew Logan would be more than a willing participant to fulfill her fantasy.
Logan brought his face only inches from her dripping wet pussy, and it smelled heavenly. It looked like a juicy Georgia peach, just waiting to bust with ripeness in his mouth. He looked at her finely trimmed red hairs that led down to her opening, and it glistened with her sweet juices. He slid a hand under her to open herself up wider, and out stood her clitoris, the hood engorged and red with desire. Not able to look at it anymore, he lowered his head and made a long, tantalizing lick at her womanhood. The air hitched tightly in Jean's throat; her hips quaking with maddening tremors. He made another lick, this time making more emphasis with the tip of his tongue to run up and down the swollen lips of her labia.
Jean tried to watch, but this was way too much. His head moved up and down with each torturous lick, and she felt like she was about to faint from the sensations shooting throughout her body. At one point she placed a hand on his head, and was surprised to discover that his hair was moist and soft to the touch. She always assumed Logan's wild mane was rough and wiry.
Logan continued on, getting encouragement from Jean's moans and the rhythmic dance of her hips. He tried keeping her still, but she was growing out of control with each lap of his tongue and he figured he should give her want she wanted. But to make it one she would remember, he raised his head to look up at her, licking his lips sexily.
Jean whimpered when he stopped�what was he doing? He was looking up at her with those wild eyes, and his chin and mouth shimmered with her secretions.
"I'm goin' to make you come a couple of times now darlin'�" Logan announced to her rather huskily, a small smirk on his face. "�and I want to suck every bit of it down. Are you ready?"
'A couple of times?' Jean thought to herself. Before she could answer, Logan suddenly raised her hips up to meet his mouth, lifting her as if she weighed nothing more than a mere twig. His hungry mouth set to work, his eyes flashing with eager determination to get her off�to make her feel something that Scott could and would never do.
Logan buried his face deep between her legs; his fingers pressing hard into the soft flesh of her ass as he found her throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth. He didn't bit down on it hard; just placing enough pressure on it to set her off. His tongue lapped viciously against its length.
Jean's hips jolted when she felt the pangs of her orgasm approach. It was so rapid and unexpected, that she let out a loud, sobbing noise when it consumed her like a tidal wave. She felt her body let go, the floodgates opening as her orgasm tore through her like a hot knife. She swooned; she never having had one like that before. She was drifting somewhere between post-orgasmic pleasure and pain when she felt the second one approach.
A second one?
Jean couldn't believe that she was coming again. Her mind was reeling; her sex so hot and clenching with the after-effects of her last climax was already starting yet again. She panted, looking down at Logan who was eating her pussy with pure savor. Toundounds of his talented mouth grinding against her raw flesh, his teeth and tongue giving sweet torture to her clit was pushing her quickly over the edge.
And with one final sweep of Logan's tongue, she passed out.
Jean felt so inebriated as she floated somewhere between unconsciousness. She moaned when she came to, not sure if it was all a dream. She felt caught between rev and and reality as she pulled her heavy head up from the couch's headrest to look down at a very smug looking Logan. He sat in silence; his grin not mocking, but one of satisfaction. Jean frowned. Why would he be satisfied in just doing that? She knew there had to be a catch. She pulled herself up, closing her legs as Logan ran his warm hands up and down the calves softly. She shivered at his touch, feeling herself already heating up from the touch. She gulped, not sure if she still had her voice after such an incredible experience. Before she could say anything, Logan had risen up on his knees, his hands now cupping her face. He looked at her intensely, his eyes flickering with what truly stood behind them�affection, the deepest that he ever felt for anyone or anything in his entire life.
"I don�t want anything in return darlin'," Logan spoke finally, his hot breath tickling her face. "But if you ever get the urge, you know where to find me." With that he kissed her deeply, and Jean felt herself melt like putty in his arms. The taste of her sex was heavy in his mouth, and it was surprisingly shocking and sinfully sexy.
He broke the kiss abruptly, leaving her panting for air as he stood. She looked up at him as he softly growled and turned to walk out of the rec room. Before he finally walked out he stopped only to give her one last glance, to see her still sprawled out on the couch like she was when he walked in, minus the pair of panties she had forgotten about. As Logan walked out the room, he inwardly kicked himself, not believing that he could go that far with her but not fuck her. But he wanted to wait. He had played his hand well and now it will have to be Jean that makes the next move. Bringing the lacy undergarment of Jean's to his nose, he inhaled deeply as he walked into his bedroom.
It would be worth the wait.

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