Shades of Gray, III
by Anusia

Jean wrapped her telekinesis around Logan's hard body. The mental energy she summoned was substantial, and fueled by long repression of strong emotions. She wound him up in a warm, ghostly embrace, effectively immobilizing him. He grunted, startled by the sudden change in Jean from prey to predator. He liked it. He bared his teeth in a barbaric smile, biding his time, growing harder still as he imagined the acts to follow.

Jean, her skin milky and perfect, sauntered slowly toward Logan, a seductive smile playing across her full lips. Watching her walk, her long legs, the graceful swaying of her hips, the way her beautiful tits bounced with every step, it was all he could do to keep his passion in check. He needed release. He needed it from Jean. He needed to possess every inch of her flesh. It was a need so strong it burned him, mind, flesh and spirit.

She looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the enormous erection straining at his crotch, her skin flushing hotly with eagerness as she carefully unzipped his jeans with her teke. There were no thoughts of Scott, no guilt, no shame as she brushed invisible fingertips over his body. Before the night was over, she intended to caress every part of Logan, inside and out, even though she was afraid she would lose herself in him, becoming one with his beast. It was a heady thought, and on some level, she wanted nothing more than to merge with him completely. But she didn't trust herself, and as she was not quite ready to touch him again physically, she continued her cerebral assault of his senses, concentrating below the belt. His pants now completely open in front, Logan groaned helplessly as Jean stroked his cock with nothing but her will.

He was grinding against the mental barrier she'd placed around him, pumping the air in front of him while staring fixedly into Jean's eyes. The look in his own eyes spoke volumes on the indecent things he would do to her once freed from her psychic bonds. Her lips parted with longing, and she moaned as her resolution finally caved in around her. She telekinetically ripped the remainder of his clothes from him and closed the distance between them in two graceful strides, pressing her lips to his hungrily, wrapping one leg over his slim hip. Logan grunted as their mouths and bodies collided, devouring Jean's tongue with his own, rubbing his hardness against her bare skin. She gasped, breaking off their kiss as she felt his erection throbbing against her belly. Jean's hands moved from Logan's hair and face to his cock, which she grasped firmly.

"I want to taste you, Logan," she whispered hoarsely, lowering herself slowly down his body, one hand still holding his sex, stroking it slowly, the other trailing lightly over his skin as she sank to her knees. She looked up, into his face, into his eyes, and knew what she was about to do would put him over the top. And she wanted that. She wanted to feel that control, that power. He'd had it over her in the alley, but now she was in charge. If only for the moment, Logan was hers to do with as she pleased. And right now, it pleased her to have his cock in her mouth.

Logan's breath came in ragged gasps as she licked and teased her way around the head of his organ. She lightly ran her tongue over the slit at its apex, taking the entire head into her warm, wet cavity as Logan threw his head back and hissed. He tasted good; so good she didn't want to stop. Logan didn't want her to stop either. Her hot, moist mouth was like heaven wrapped around his rigid member. The impish look in her eyes combined with the vision of her full, red lips sliding over his throbbing erection was nearly his undoing. It took every ounce of control for Logan not to ravage her like a wild animal.

She slipped into his mind, reveling in the immense pleasure she was bringing to him, discovering his areas of greatest arousal and concentrating her efforts there. She slipped more of him into her mouth, licking her tongue over the bottom of his penis as she slowly bobbed her head, taking more in with each movement. Logan was big, really big; almost too much for Jean to swallow. She went down on him as far as she could and stayed there for a few seconds, massaging his cock with her tongue and his balls with the imaginary fingers of her mind. Back and forth, she slid his sex as far into her mouth and down her throat as she could and back out again, licking and sucking every inch along the way. She felt his body tense just before he spoke her name.

"Jeannie," he growled. "I- I'm… God…" he howled, clenching his ass and pumping his pelvis forward hard.

Jean grasped his ass with both hands, and clamped down on his cock with her lips, holding him in her mouth as he released his load, swallowing as much as she could, not wanting to waste one ounce of his seed. She greedily lapped the head of his penis, wanting more, protesting as he raised her to her feet and pressed her against him, murmuring vaguely recognizable words against her hair. All she knew was she wanted more. More of his body. More of everything. And she knew he wanted the same.

Logan cupped one large hand under each of her buttocks, and picked Jean up, her legs straddling his hips loosely as he carried her to the four-poster bed. He laid her down gently and pressed himself partially on top of her. He kissed her, their tongues mingling like moist serpents, and he tasted himself on her. He could feel her in his head, but he didn't care. If she wanted to know what was coming next, let her. He was still hard as a rock. He grinned down at her lewdly as her eyes widened. Yeah, she'd definitely been snooping around up there. He pinned her arms above her head and kissed her again, hard and fast.

"That's right," he nodded, raising his head just enough to look into her expectant eyes. "I ain't through with you just yet, Red."