Title: Pudding In The Eating
Rating: NC-17
Author: Lady-T
Universe: Ultimate
Pairing: L/J
Archive: Ask and it shall be granted
Disclaimer: Considering Marvel broke them up pretty darned sharpish, I think we can safely say this is unofficial
Summary: Never play games with a Wolverine. They just don't play fair.
Notes: Unbetad... I'm so sorry...
The proof of the pudding is in the eating, and in this case there once was a Magnum Ice-cream advert... It goes with the cough sweet and gin commercials I've based pointless smutfics on, thus proving that consumerism actually does have the occasional useful moment.

Pudding In The Eating

The sky above the mansion was a dark, indigo dome, peppered with starlight that shone brightly in the cloudless expanse of night. Everywhere was silent, hushed with sleep in the heavy, peaceful moment just before dawn.

On the far side of the mansion Jean rolled over in bed, an outstretched arm coming to lie flat on the cool, empty stretch of sheet beside her. The absence of the body she had come to expect there jarred her from the light doze she had fallen into and she moaned, burying her face in the pillows.

Whenever she breathed deeply she could smell him, traces of his scent still clinging to the linen even though he had already been gone for almost a week. It teased at her senses, tricking her sleep-filled brain into believing he was back though she knew he wouldn't return for days yet.

She sighed wistfully, wishing she could curl up against him like she usually did, because she couldn't seem to sleep without him any more. The bed was too big and too cold and she'd grown too used to sharing her space with another body. With Logan and all his various eccentricities.

She missed being able to reach out and touch him whenever the fancy struck her and Jean rolled onto her back to glare at the ceiling accusingly. She would bet good money that Logan didn't have this problem when he was away. She'd noticed his ability to sleep pretty much any time and any place when the situation called for it, and it was something she had always envied him for.

Too late for that now though, Jean knew. Insomnia was a feature she'd grown to recognise during his absences, but she was lonely in this bed on her own. He hadn't called all week and, though that wasn't unusual for him, tonight she just desperately wanted his company. Wanted to wrap her arms around his middle and rub herself all over his naked skin.

She smiled in the darkness, remembering the first time she'd done exactly that and how he'd accused her of behaving like a seriously horny, furball kitten. Not that he'd objected, of course.

That was it, she thought, when you got right down to it. She was, at heart, an intensely tactile person and right now she was lonely and horny and hadn't spoken to him in a week. She hadn't even see him much less been able to have sex with him, and she wondered if it was affecting him as much as it was troubling her.

He'd left no forwarding address, no telephone number, had made no contact... so she couldn't exactly pick up the phone and talk dirty till her craving was satisfied. That left her with only one other option. It was slightly unethical, she knew, but she needed him, and certain situations call for the rules to get just a little bit bent from time to time.

Just a little bit...

Jean wriggled back into the deep, soft pillows, closing her eyes and emptying her mind of all other thoughts, letting the world expand into the darkness in front of her. Telekinetic fingers played through the boundaries of space, exploring unbidden as she let her mind free, floating out softly in search of a very specific mind, a very specific thought pattern.

She found him surprisingly fast, able to pick his presence out like a beacon across the country, lying silent and still, naked under rumpled motel sheets.

Logan...

There he was, sprawled across the full width of the double bed. She could see him as if she were standing at his feet, watching him breathe, obsessed with the rise and fall of the sheet that bunched around his waist. Maybe sleeping soundly, maybe not, she didn't care. She needed him, the summer heat and the prolonged absences leaving her hungry. It felt like she was unable to think of anything but his body pressed against her, the flex and strain of honed muscle gliding seamlessly under her hands. She wanted it so badly she could almost taste it, feel the texture of hair against her palms, the ridge of his nipples against her fingers, the dampened heat of his skin in the humid night time.

She opened her mouth slightly, letting her tongue dart out against parched, red lips. Her mutation echoed the sensation of it against Logan's bare skin and he twitched slightly, his response making her smile.

He felt that...

Well, good.

Her tongue flicked out again, the rough hot sensation sliding over a flat nipple as incorporeal fingers bunched in the sheet and slowly pulled it down his body. The white linen slid effortlessly away from tanned skin to reveal a hard, muscular stomach, a trail of dark hair leading inexorably down towards his groin as the sheet swept past the heavy, flaccid length of his penis. Jean shivered, biting her lip at the sight of him in her mind's eye as she swept the last of the bed sheet down his legs and onto the floor.

To any casual observer it would have appeared as if the sheet just up and crept away entirely on its own. But the only observer was Jean, hungrily taking in the sight of him, the very image of repose as her tongue slowly ran up his smooth neck. God she loved his neck... just perfect for biting a little, right at the point where throat met shoulder, the perfect spot for sucking when she wanted to know how good he tasted.

For his part, Logan was still fast asleep, breathing becoming just a little deeper as mental fingers slowly began to draw intricate patterns across his belly, the sucking, licking pressure creeping down and out across his chest.

He stirred at the feeling and huffed gently, fidgeting as if scenting the air. Finding nothing he slipped back into deeper sleep once again but, despite the slumber, Jean saw that his flesh had silently begun to harden. It flushed with blood as she slid further down and wrapped her lips softly around the end of his cock, the warm, wet sensation stirring him again and he moaned in his sleep. Logan stretched his back as he curled his arms above his head, sinking deeply into the pillows as she watched him, sucking lightly as he squirmed.

He looked like a big puppy, she thought. A puppy to her kitten; Stretched out and basking in the attention. Warm and sleepy and content, growing harder and more erect as his dreams shifted in response to her touch.

He was dreaming about sex now, she could sense it dancing across their connection. Sex with her, with a faceless female form, abstract and confusing but all heat and straining passion.  She could feel the lust and the carnal desire in his mind radiating back to her and she moaned at the sensual intensity of it. Evidently their separation really had been just as hard on him...

In Logan's mind he sunk deep into grasping, hot flesh, again and again, replaying the point of penetration a thousand times over as he thrust his hips slightly against the bed.

Jean's body shivered, squirming against the mental pornography that filtered through her brain, the half-formed images and sensations firing a deep ache inside herself. For a moment she withdrew her attentions from Logan's body, slowly focusing entirely on his dream as it flowed into her.

He wanted her pinned underneath him, she could see that clearly. Hands tied to the headboard as he gave her the good, hard fucking she so desperately seemed to need right now. No holes barred, no apologies, raw, carnal satisfaction.

She drew her knees up, parting her legs in unconscious invitation as she slowly started touching her breasts through the thin layer of her night shirt. It was so far short of satisfying it was almost painful, but right now it was all she had as the image in her mind played out, a vista of endless, satisfying sex.

Logan's body was hard and aching and ready for her, but also desperately far away. She knew she should stop this before the frustration drove her crazy but she almost masochistically wanted more. Wanted to feel him, even if it was just vicarious. Her hands cupped the soft mounds of her breasts, her thumbs stroking back and forth across the nipples, separated from flesh by the night shirt. It was torturous in its own special way, enough to make her ache and feel the wetness starting to build inside, but totally lacking in friction. Totally lacking in the intensity of stimulation she really, desperately wanted.

Jean focused her attention back on Logan. He felt hot and desperate against her mind and she opened her mouth slightly, wrapping invisible lips once more around his dark, rigid cock as she gave him a long, slow suck. All the way across the country he groaned, his head twisting to one side as he squirmed down deeper into the blankets. The flash of intense pleasure echoed back to Jean through their link, making her whimper in reply as her hips twitched, her hands not ceasing their tormenting caress of her body.

Ever so slowly Logan began to stir, sighing as his eyes gradually flicked open. Jean licked her lips at his sleepy, dazed expression and redoubled the pleasure sensation around his stiff, heated flesh. He inhaled sharply, eyes rolling back into his skull as the suction around his cock suddenly increased, her tongue running endlessly up and down the shaft. Disoriented and still half asleep he arched his neck as invisible hands ghosted over his body, flicking against his nipples, rubbing the crease of his thigh, pulsing around the base of his cock. His mouth gaped desperately and Jean could feel the heat still, flowing back endlessly in an orgasmic feedback loop as she slipped her fingers under her shirt. She dragged heavy nails across her own tender, bare nipples, gasping loudly at the sensation and making her hips arch in sympathy. She felt soaking wet between her thighs, parting her knees further as she stroked mental hands down Logan's hard cock, wishing it was here where she needed it. Like a physical ache, she desperately wanted to push him deep between her legs, let him fill the emptiness inside her. Wanted to mount his body and pull him deep and hard up inside her.

Almost fully awake now, Logan bucked his hips, sensing but never seeing a set of hands expertly trying to jerk him off. There was a familiar sort of wet hot sensation wrapped around the tip of his cock too, like an invisible pair of lips were attached there and he moaned, blearily watching a drop of pre-cum escape down the side of his shaft.

In her room Jean shuddered, biting her lip to keep from waking anyone with her moans as she sunk two fingers into her slippery, soaked core. One hand remained at her chest, stroking and squeezing her nipples while she filled herself with the other, wishing she could get deeper and fuller because it was barely enough this way. She could feel Logan's consciousness rising faster in the corner of her mind and she sped up the movement of the fingers between her thighs, increasing the pace and the pressure around his cock at the same time.

In his own room Logan gasped, his eyes slamming shut suddenly as he climaxed, his head snapping back as he ejaculated all too abruptly, splattering warm semen over his stomach.

Jean felt that too, the intense wave of pleasure rolling through her and triggering her own release. The walls of her sex clamped tightly around her fingers as she curled them inside herself, pushing roughly against the front wall of her sex, dragging out every last sensation from her desperate body before she gaspingly sank back down.

The touch vanished from Logan as suddenly as it had arrived and he lay in the darkness, panting hard, liquid cooling against his skin as he wondered what the hell had just happened. He would have written it off as some sort of ludicrously pleasant dream but he knew that couldn't be it. He had felt something at the end there. Something that felt very much like the presence of Jean in his mind. It was as if her control had slipped for a moment and, without realising it, she had revealed herself. Revealed what she wanted. Tied up and fucked good and hard... He smiled a little before making his way to the bathroom. He'd missed her as well, though circumstances had made contact difficult. Evidently she had grown tired of waiting and was eager to play.

He wiped a towel down his stomach then cast a sorry eye over the wet patch marking his sheet. An evil little voice inside said that he was going to have to give back as good as he got, obviously. She may like to play games, but he was the Wolverine...

He liked to cheat.

~o~

She was never quite sure when to expect Logan back from trips like this. One of his unspecified jaunts away to take care of something that no one but the Professor seemed to know about. She tried not to think about that too hard, instead focusing her attention onto all the engaging yet strangely mindless pursuits she could think of. Sitting around and willing him to hurry up had, she discovered, led to nothing but a clear road to insanity. Vehicles came and went from the mansion continually, so listening for the roar of his bike seemed futile among the other traffic. Late at night though, when it was quieter, she would sometimes wistfully listen for the sound of his Harley... then laugh at herself for acting the part of the lovesick teenager just a little bit too well.

She was alone in the library this particular evening, hunting down the next part of a painfully boring trilogy she was trying to read in an effort to distract herself. A knowing stare from the Professor the morning after her mental games with Logan had somewhat curtailed that particular source of entertainment, and she was now busily trying to find something, anything, that would take her mind off the intense, aching, physical need she had developed.

In some part of her consciousness she vaguely noted and then ignored the roar of a vehicle pulling away. The sound marked the end of the meeting Xavier had been having with one of the President's representatives and Jean sighed slowly, pulling down and then discarding yet another book before suddenly the lights flicked out.

He was right behind her before she even knew he was in the room, growling low in her ear as the darkness settled around them, the wind blown scent of the outdoors pervading her every sense.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Jean," he murmured. "It's not nice to tease wild animals."

Her heart was thundering and she shivered, feeling his hands ghost up her sides as his body pressed into her back.

"What are you gonna' do about it, Logan?" she said, a smirk curling her lips. "Punish me?"

He growled again quietly, fingertips now skimming a path back down the front of her shirt.

"Maybe I should... you know you made a mess on my sheets. That wasn't very nice. You made me sleep on the wet patch..."

She laughed slightly, the sound slipping into a faint moan as she wished his feathered touches where heavier, the lace of her bra suddenly feeling too painfully tight as her nipples hardened.

"You seemed to enjoy it at the time," she replied.

Logan smirked. "Never said I didn't, darlin'. Just saying it would have been nice to see you there to lick it all clean when you were through."

She sighed wistfully as his fingers circled around her breasts, drawing wide rings on her shirt. Her scent seemed intense to him after the sharp, cold night air and he felt his wicked self rise, the desire to play a little taking over.

"You want that, Red?" he asked, darkly. "You like being a bad girl, leaving me hanging like that? You know bad girls always get found out, and then they get punished for it... Is that what you want, Red?"

He slipped one hand down between her legs, feeling under the short skirt she had on and cupping the juncture of her thighs through the warm, damp cotton of her panties. She purred and arched back into his unyielding chest.

A heavy palm covered her breast, the heat of his hand warming her skin through her clothes.

"Because I think your body says you like it. I think your body says it wants more. I think this..." he lightly squeezed an erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pressing it into the sharp lace, "likes it when I touch you. What do you think, Jeannie?"

She was beyond words, lost in a hedonistic vortex, pressing her hips slightly into the palm of his hand as he shifted his hold, pulling her pelvis flush against his hips to still the movement. She whined quietly until he tightened his fingers against the fabric between her thighs, the pressure sending heat flowing through her body.

"You have an answer, Jeannie, or am I just going to have to take matters into my own hands?"

She didn't reply and he smiled carnivorously.

"Don't play games with a wolverine, baby... they cheat."

He licked slowly up the side of her neck, flashing a sharpened canine before he spun her round and scooped her up over his shoulder. Her squeal of surprise made him laugh as he wrapped a possessive arm around her thighs, her bottom sticking up in the air as the rest of her dangled down his back.

"Logan!" she screamed, kicking slightly as she fought to right herself.

He gave her a sharp slap on the behind as he headed towards the stairs.

"Quit squirming."

She huffed and slumped limply down his spine.

"You're a big bully," she complained, annoyed at being snatched off the sensual plateau he had been building.

He only laughed in response. "I gotta' be mean, darlin'. I have a reputation to uphold."

She snorted, digging her fingers into the tails of his shirt and pulling it free from the belt of his jeans. It afforded her a nice view of his lower back and Jean smirked, taking the opportunity to start slapping out a rhythm on his denim-clad butt cheeks.

"You're not mean," she said. "You're percussive."

"You're a smartass," he grumbled under his breath, readjusting his grip on her at the top of the stairs to fasten a possessive hand over her left buttock. "You watch your step, darlin', I still have a score to settle with you."

He kicked open the door to their room, locking it behind him before finally standing motionless in the centre of the floor.

"Logan, let me down," Jean whined, sliding her fingers into his belt loops to steady herself as he suddenly shifted her around on his shoulder.

"Hmm..." He looked thoughtful for a second, stroking his chin with his free hand as if contemplating his answer deeply. "Nope," he said at length.

"Logan..."

He grinned, picking a hold of the waistband on her underwear and slowly dragging it down to reveal her pale white bottom.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, the arm currently holding tight around her thighs the only thing preventing her from kicking out at him.

He gave her another quick slap for her fidgeting, shifting his grip to pull her panties all the way down to her ankles.

"Quit squirming," he repeated, amusement clear in his voice. "Or I'll drop you on your head."

"You wouldn't," she huffed.

"Hey," he grinned, stroking a light finger slowly up and down the seam between her legs. "It's not my fault if you struggle your way free."

"Jesus..."

Jean shuddered, trying to relax her body as Logan slowly pushed two fingers into her damp sex, pressing them up until they were fully sunk inside her.

"Ohh, fuck, I hate you," she sighed as she sagged limply down his back once again. His fingers filled her better than her own ever could but they were so frustratingly still. Pressing deep but unmoving as she clenched her muscles hard around them.

"Logaaaan..." she whined.

"Whaaaat?" he shot back, mimicking her tone as he finally, slowly curled his fingers around, twisting them inside her core. Slick heat coated his touch, making it easy to worm just a little deeper every time he moved his hand. She was soaking wet that far down, warm and soft and he smiled, setting up a slow, persistent rhythm as he thrust his fingers deep into her. Push, twist, push, twist...  Jean inhaled sharply and tensed at the delicious stretching friction, digging her fingers into whatever she could grab hold of to prevent her falling off his shoulder.

"Fuck..." She gasped it against his back as he slid his fingers out to circle her clit, the slippery, wet digits  teasing already overwrought flesh. Logan smirked at her reply, pushing his fingers back into her core again, worming them slowly, gradually just into her entrance before thrusting up firmly. She whimpered and jerked at the sudden penetration, feeling his laugh vibrate through her body as he lazily dragged his fingers out again, pausing to smear torturous, wet heat around her clit once more.

Jean groaned, her hips only allowed the slightest of movements as he tightened his grasp on her, just in time for his fingers to thrust deep up into her canal again.

"You're a bastard, you know that?"

He snorted at the breathless quaver in her voice. "Your scent disagrees with you there, darlin'."

His mirth got the better of him as she tried to clench tightly around the fingers invading her sex. He did it just to annoy her, pulling out each time her body tried to hold him in and she shuddered uncontrollably every time he did it.

"Though if I remember rightly," he added, "you were the one that left me in a big old sticky mess, I'm really just returning that favour. Thinking about dishing out a little punishment in revenge..."

He bobbed his head, pulling out his fingers entirely and replacing them with the thumb of the hand plastered to her backside. He used the dry, rough pad to slowly rub against her clit as he headed over to the closet, grinning broadly the whole way. Jean whined, squirming against the hard bone in his shoulder as it pressed into her pelvis, digging her fingers into the denim under her hands as she clung on to balance. Logan pulled out a few unseen items from the closet, his one hand still fingering her idly as he moved around, letting her fidget and squirm on his shoulder before he paused to unzip her skirt, dragging it down and throwing it away before unceremoniously dumping her down onto the bed. The unexpected shift startled yet another squeak from her lips, her body already aching for his lost touch as she landed among the pillows.

Panties twisted round her ankles, her sex wet and throbbing, he considered that she looked the very picture of someone ripe for a little debauchery.

Or failing that, someone ripe for a good, hard fucking. It could go either way.

"Jeannie..."

He smiled that carnivorous smile, the one that made her insides twist every single time he did it, her heart pounding as he knelt over her on the bed. She felt the mattress dip under his weight, a knee planted firmly either side of her hips as he loomed above her, taking firm hold of her hands and pulling them up and out above her.

"Logan, what are you doing...?"

She couldn't keep the quaver out of her voice as he bound her hands tightly to either side of the metal headboard, scarves and ties from their closet looped around her wrists and across her palms, binding her tightly in place.

"Jean, baby," he smiled. "You've been a very bad girl..."

She shuddered visibly, closing her eyes as she gasped and stretched, the temperature seeming to rise as his words swam over her. He turned his attention to her ankles next, plucking the warm panties from around her feet and tossing them onto the floor before binding each leg securely to opposite sides of the foot board, spreading her out immobile across the mattress.

Jean arched her body, tugging at her bindings fitfully as she moaned. She was tightly constrained, she found, with virtually no movement afforded to her at all. Just a passenger on this ride, totally out of control and it made her burn inside as he yanked open her shirt, the buttons popping free from their holes as he laid her bare. He smiled like hungry man faced with bounty before shrugging off his own jackets and hurling them across the room.

She was breathing hard, her nipples flushed and tender as they pressed hard against the all too tight lace of her bra. Logan ran his thumb over one just to watch her squirm, the sharp, unmerciful lace scratching roughly over vulnerable nerves as he grinned his amusement.

"Sensitive today...?"

Jean bit her lip as he rolled a thumb over her nipple again before pinching it tightly, making her yelp.
"Logan..." She sounded half scolding and he laughed, the heat in her scent unmistakable despite the tone of her voice and he squeezed her breasts slightly in his palms before slipping a finger under the edge of her bra. He slowly stroked along the side of the hardened nub of bare flesh, feeling it tighten and grow stiff against his fingertip before withdrawing, pressing back down instead with the sharp lace under the pad of his thumb.

She grit her teeth at the flash of sensation, arching her neck at the sting so soon after the gentle, arousing caress. It stoked the heat inside, the urgently throbbing empty space between her thighs aching for sensation, growing wet and desperate as she longed for his mouth on her body. Longed for the lick and suck of his tongue, even the scrape of teeth as opposed to the dulled pressure through her underwear.

"Logan... Get on with it..." she whined.

He snorted in amusement. "You're so impatient today. Anyone would think you hadn't seen me in weeks."

"I haven't," she growled.

"Funny," he replied. "And there was me thinking you got your kicks from watching me squirm only a few days ago."

She sucked in a sharp breath as he licked a slow path over her stomach, starting just above the line of her pubic hair and ending halfway up her sternum at the point where her bra cups joined.

"You want me to go lower...?" he asked.

Jean just whined and nodded her head, gasping in surprise as he slowly licked the inside of her knee.

"Logan..."

He glanced up at her passion-fogged eyes, smiling slightly.

"You said lower, baby. This is lower. But I can go lower still if you want me to."

He lay a hot palm over her bound ankle, stroking up the smooth calf as he tongued the inside of her knee again.

"Too low..." she whined. "Higher..."

He stopped what he was doing and leaned over her again.

"Higher, darlin'? You sure?"

She nodded and he pressed his mouth against the crook of her neck, pressing heated, suckling kisses there as he wrapped his hands around her waist. His weight nestled heavily between her thighs and, as he moved, the rough denim of his jeans pressed flush with her parted, wet sex, evidence of her arousal dampening the fabric over his groin.

He didn't seem to care though, grinding his hips into her slowly and rhythmically as he shifted his attentions to the other side of her neck, his hands migrating upwards to cup her fabric-covered breasts. He pinched and twisted her nipples through the lace one last time, making her mewl quietly in the back of her throat before he flipped open the catch that lay over her heart.

The material parted, freeing her aching flesh from the harsh constriction of her underwear and Jean moaned, sighing her bliss as Logan's tongue made a slow, lazy curl around one flushed, hot little bud. His hips were still rolling against her, rough, damp denim like fire against her sex and she squirmed urgently, aching to wrap her legs tightly around his waist and force him into her. Make him cure the desperate ache inside her body.

"Please..."

It felt like the only word she was capable of, uttered in a breathless, forlorn whisper as he clamped her swollen nipple sharply between his teeth.  She cried out at the sensation, her body screaming in torturous ecstasy as he swirled the tip of his tongue across the flat end of the pinched bud, her hips twitching under his oppressive weight as she fought desperately to find release against him. The emptiness inside her only served to make her burn, her head lolling back as she squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, every inch of skin on fire.

Logan switched his attention to the other nipple, sucking it viciously as he continued to grind his hips into her pelvis. Jean twisted her head to the side, her hands curling into fists at the sensation, her body shaking with the need to feel him within her, screaming for his own particular, merciless brand of pleasure.

"Logan, please..."

He laughed against her breast, giving her pink nipple one last lick before he started working his way down her stomach.

"What are you after, darlin'? Cause last time I checked this was me taking the opportunity for some retribution. I really don't think you get a say in it."

"Logan..." Her voice was breathy and desperate, her body straining against her bonds as his lips skated over her inner thigh.

"No talking now," he warned. "Or I might have to think of something evil to do to... punish you..."

He licked slowly and methodically up the crease at the top of her leg, biting slightly into her hip before repeating it on the other side.

"Isn't this already considered cruel and unusual... *aah*... punishment or something under the... Oh God... *uuungh*... Geneva Con- *ah* convention?"

Logan had begun to lick delicately between her thighs, separating the lips of her sex with his wet tongue before flicking idly against her clit.

"What?"

She whimpered.

"Keeping a... aah, *fuck*... person in... in a permanent state of... *aaah*... orgasm?"

She was writhing desperately, her bound limbs pulling fitfully against the bedposts as Logan shook his head.

He slowly corkscrewed two fingers into her wet passage, rubbing the flat pads against the front wall of her channel as he pushed them as far in as he could reach, his lips curling into a smirk at her whimpered moan.

"Does it look like we're in fucking Geneva?"

She keened pathetically, her fingers clenching into fists as she jerked at her bonds.

"No, it..." she gasped for breath as he buried his face back between her thighs, licking her sex hungrily. "It looks like we're... *aaangh*... fucking in the... in the bedroom..."

"You're a smartass."

"Oh, GOD..."

He rolled his tongue over her stretched flesh as he squirmed his thick fingers inside her, denying satisfaction for just a moment longer before he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit one last time.

Her body went painfully rigid as she came, hips jerking sharply against his face as she squeezed down on his fingers, his tongue suddenly bathed in her flavour. Logan gave her a last few soothing licks before she flopped down limply, still shaking from the high of her orgasm as he eased his fingers free.

She moaned slightly at the loss of penetration, her sex still throbbing with an unsatisfied yearn. She wanted to press her thighs together tightly to try and squash it but she was still spread open for Logan's entertainment and he was, right now, still kneeling smugly between her knees and fingering her clit with an irritating air of mirth.

She breathlessly narrowed her eyes at him, a dangerous glint in them that he should have known indicated a rebellion. Unfortunately for him, no sooner had he processed that thought than he discovered it was already too late.

His eyes widened, bulging a little before he squeezed them tightly shut, his lips parting with a breathless gasp before he gave a sharp, low grunt.

Jean smirked, the telekinetic grip around his cock growing ever so slightly tighter as she watched him start to pant.

"Aah, Jesus..." he moaned. His hips twitched involuntarily, the hard-on he'd been successfully managing to ignore now making itself painfully obvious.

"Not Jesus. Only me..." she replied, slowly increasing the rubbing, squeezing pressure between his legs, watching in fascination as his shoulders hunched, his hands gripping the quilt in fists, the strain evident on his face.

"Oh, that's cruel, Jeannie..."

She could see the shift of movement from within his pants, achingly hard flesh wrenching at the seams as an invisible but very, very real set of fingers rubbed tightly over his skin.

A sheen of sweat was breaking out over Logan's brow and she smirked wickedly as the bonds around her limbs suddenly released her. The silk scarves and ties that had held her immobile silently unwound just as she roughly pushed Logan backwards, holding him pinned against the mattress with the quickest of thoughts. A rough hiss escaped his lips as she jerked open the fastening on his buckle, swift, nimble fingers making short work of the fly before she wrenched the jeans down over his hips. He arched his neck and moaned, the fingers around his cock shifting gradually into a regular pumping motion as Jean shoved the hem of his T-shirt upwards, bunching it under his arms, exposing his chest and the trail of hair that led gradually down his belly.

"God, I missed you..." she breathed, sweeping down to kiss his stomach, the smooth, flat stretch of his skin too tempting to resist and she submitted to the need, licking slowly up his body. Her mouth lapped along the length of his breastbone to his chest, the tip of her tongue flicking circles around his nipple and Logan inhaled sharply, squirming against the bed.

"Missed me?" he asked. "And there I thought it was just my body you were after."

"Be nice," she scolded. "Never forget I got you by the balls."

The telekinetic fingers around his erection suddenly shifted downwards, squeezing him as his eyes rolled back into his skull with a breathless moan.

"Amazing how the tide turns, isn't it?" she purred. "I guess it's not just Wolverines who love to cheat."

He growled deeply, rolling his body on top of her as he shrugged off his shirt, cocooning her against the bed, the heated fire in his body making skin burn. He kissed her deeply, his tongue snaking past her lips to caress her own. The warm, sweet feel of it made her dizzy, his fingers trailing through her hair, clasping her to him with desperate hunger. Jean's moan of pleasure was muffled against his tongue before his lips pulled away a fraction, panting, so close together she could taste his breath mingling with her own. His hand caressed up her stomach, fingers sliding onto the firm swell of her breast and she hissed as he filled his palm with her flesh, his own need growing ragged as he swiped his finger over her nipple. He clenched his teeth, revelling in the texture of firm skin under his touch, her gasp as he stroked her... She bit her lip and closed her eyes, a shiver running through that made him smile. Logan slowly licked at her clavicle, his tongue dipping softly into the dip in her throat, his teeth scraping over flesh as he brushed his fingers around the sensitive nub once more, rolling circles over the bud, pinching and soothing in a ceaseless play of sensation.

She hissed and whimpered as she felt his thigh slip between her parted legs. He pressed up sharply, her muscles clenching hard against the blessed, solid presence against her sex. He was barely touching her but the sensation was driving her crazy, the course rub of denim against tender skin, the temperature beneath him so high it seemed to lick her with flames as he ground his thigh firmly against her body.

Her breathless moan spurred him on and he nuzzled greedily between her breasts, lips desperate to taste her before he dragged his hot, rough tongue slowly over her nipple. She gasped, rolling her head back into the sheets as the friction made her ache. She could feel fire in her belly that matched the heated pulse of her blood, roaring, throbbing need inside her sex, an ache she couldn't seem to satisfy.

"Logan..."

She gasped his name, whimpering as he settled his weight against her pelvis, her legs sliding up to wrap around his middle and he captured her lips desperately.

He was still half in his jeans, the rough denim rubbing the inside of her thighs as he reached down between their bodies, taking hold of his blood-darkened flesh before slowly guiding himself to her entrance. Jean wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound past his domination of her mouth, pulling her legs higher up his body to spread herself wider as the round head of his cock stretched her open. His rough tongue plunged deeper into her mouth as his body plundered her sex, squeezing tightly into her wet flesh.

He was so heavy against her, legs clutching desperately around him as Logan torturously ground into her core, the thick length of his cock slowly burying itself deeply between her parted thighs. Jean whimpered and gasped as he bit and licked at the side of her neck, her hands clutching his hot body to her own, fingers clawing desperately through his hair as his hips jerked. Rough thumbs dropped over the tight, hard buds of her nipples, the darkened skin screaming with pleasure as the friction of his touch drove her insane. Her lips parted in silent pants and she squirmed against his body in feverish need, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he rolled them over. He landed on his back as she straightened up, her body twitching and thrusting jerkily above him while his hands on her hips kept her pressed hard down, trapping her impaled on his erection. Jean writhed desperately, seeking friction as she arched back, letting out a low moan into the dark night air, the thick, heavy atmosphere caressing her body as she sat pinioned on his rigid cock.

She moaned, dragging her hands down his chest, feeling the warm, damp body that spread out from between her thighs. Flat stomach, hard chest, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat in the room's heat. She curved her spine forward to let her head drop onto his shoulder, her lips parted as he sank deeper into her core and she keened in desperation as she rolled her pelvis against him. The heat of his palms spread out over her lower back, warming the top of her buttocks and holding her tightly as he thrust upwards, her cry of pleasure muffled as she bit desperately into his shoulder.

"Oh please... please, oh, please..." She didn't know she was begging. Whispering desperately, her lips moving beyond control as he pumped his body slowly against her, an inch away from ecstasy, the crescendo before the final, climactic chord.

She felt suspended there, the pump and thrust of his body rolling slowly underneath her, tightness in her belly radiating down to the point where they joined. Her fingers dug into his chest leaving scratches, everything in her coiling tighter and more desperate as she squeezed down frantically on his penetrating girth.

"Oh, God... oh, God..."

Her eyes were screwed shut, toes curling as it suddenly became too much. The tightness snapped and she wailed helplessly as she came. So hard... so hard she thought she'd never stop. The burn, the ache, fire in the back of her mind as her sex contracted spastically around his invading flesh. It just went on and on and she sunk down on his chest, panting and whimpering, his body still rigid inside her as he continued to slowly, torturously, drive himself into her core.

"Logan..." she whimpered his name desperately, limp and weak as he rolled them over again, pushing harder into her as he leaned his weight behind each new thrust. She moaned and he snarled, speeding up, pumping mercilessly into her sex as her feet scrabbled for purchase at his increased tempo.

Logan grunted, pinning her legs wide open instead as he ground hard forward, her sex clinging tightly to his cock as it filled her. Jean's body arched against the sheets as he roughly bucked his hips, her hands flailing uselessly as he fucked her. He had her pinned down with his weight, breathy, frantic gasps driving him on, hard, fast, merciless as she squirmed. Never quite down from her first orgasm she was still hot and wet, her flesh yielding easily under his ministrations as he filled her over and over.

He felt fire swell in his groin just as desperate tears began to leak out under her eyelids, the sudden driving pace finally pushing her back over the wave as she clenched like a vice around his cock. Logan moaned loudly, thrusting jerkily into her core and burying his face against her neck as he ejaculated with a gush of liquid fire. She clung to him as she whimpered, wrapped around his body like a limpet as aftershocks still pulsed through them both.

He groaned slowly, tightening his grip on her as he pressed his head into her neck, panting hard as he closed his eyes.

"Uungh, fuck..." he moaned, grudgingly freeing his wet, softening cock from between her legs. Jean just clung to him harder, strands of hair sticking to her face as she panted tiredly against his skin.

Logan just kissed her deeply, pulling her close as he closed his eyes in exhaustion.