He dragged his cold steel claws across her hard taut nipples and kissed her roughly. She was naked and her ankles and wrists were bound to the bedposts by rope. She moaned loudly and pleaded with him. He only threw his head back and chucked.

“Logan, please…. ohhhhh logaaaan.” he smiled at her seductively and bent down his head to kiss and lick his way down her neck to her breasts, giving her a few bites here and there. “Ahhh!” she screamed. He chuckled again and continued to ravage her breasts with his mouth, sucking and nibbling. He retracted his claws and began to knead her large, supple breasts and tweak her erect pink nipples. “Ohhh Logan… Logan…”

“Louder!” he demanded, scraping his teeth across her left nipple.

“WOLVERINE!”

“Haha good” he laughed. He licked slowly down her abdomen and dipped his tongue into her navel as she watched wide-eyed, and groaned. She was extremely wet and wanted more than anything for Logan to taste her snatch. He reached Jean’s open legs and her neatly trimmed red pussy hair and inhaled deeply. “Mmm…. I bet you Scott doesn’t enjoy this as much as I do
Logan stalked toward Jean’s bathroom slowly. He smelled the air. Yes, he thought, it was definitely that smell. He reached down and stroked his raging hard-on through his pants. He stopped. What should he do? He can’t very well just barge in there and demand that she screw him. He thought for a moment.

Walking up to her bathroom door, he knocked loudly and said, “Hey Jean! I need your help with something for a second. You almost done in there? I could really use you…” How true that was, he thought.

Startled, Jean Grey jumped a little and removed her hand from where she had been pleasuring herself. Logan could sense she wasn’t finished. In fact, he had just stopped her before she came. “Oh! Um… yeah, Logan, be out in a minute.” Damn, she thought, I was so close.

“I’ll just wait out here for you. Okay, Red? It’s urgent.” he said, sitting down on her bed.

“Alright, Logan. Just give me a minute.” Damn, Jean thought to herself, dammit, dammit dammit. What could be so urgent? She rinsed off a little and wrapped herself in her towel. What could it be?

“Jean, let’s go! I don’t have all day!” Logan yelled impatiently.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” Jean yelled back.

Jean walked out of her bathroom, silky red hair wet and shining. Her curves covered by just a white towel. Logan looked at her slowly, his gaze sweeping across her body. He tried to suppress his urge to throw her on the bed. God, you get me so hot, he thought. She saw him looking and she blushed.

“What is it that you need me to do?” Jean asked him, trying to cover herself up a little more.

“I… uh… needed to show you something. It’s at the pier.” Logan said, noticing her discomfort and trying not to look.

“Okay… Well, what is it?” Jean said curiously.

“Look, Red, you want me to show you or not? Stop standing there asking questions all day. Get dressed, and I’ll show you what is. It’s better if we don’t talk about it.” Logan commanded, gaining his composure.

“Fine.”

“Okay.”

“Do you mind?” Jean said, motioning to the door.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Jean picked out a gray skirt and a white, button-up top, her standard scientist outfit. Even in such librarian-style clothing, Logan thought, she looks sexy.

“Okay, Logan, let’s get going.” She said, pulling Logan out of his trance.

“Hop on,” he said, motioning to his bike.

Jean climbed onto the back of his back behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist lightly. God, this feels so good, she thought. She missed having a man around.

“Hey, you’re gonna have to hold on tighter than that if you wanna stay on. Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me and I won’t bite.” He said gruffly.

Jean tightened her hold on Logan’s body. She felt his strong, muscular abs against her hands. He felt her breasts pushing into his back. Once again, his hard-on returned. He raced off to the pier.

“So what are you going to show me?” Jean asked curiously.

“You’ll see.” Logan responded cryptically.

Jean sighed. She hated when Logan was like this. He was always doing little things to tease her. What could be so important? She was even more sexually frustrated now than in the shower. Not only had she not received an orgasm, she now had her arms wrapped around a handsome, muscular brute of a man. She rested her head against his back and tried to relax a little.

As they neared the pier, she asked again, “What are you going to show me, Logan? Can you tell me now? We’re almost there.”

“Alright, if you must know…” Logan paused.

“Logan, what is it? I’m seriously getting frustrated here! Would you just tell me? What are you showing me?” Jean said, really starting to get angry.

“A good time, okay? I wanna show you a good time!” Logan exclaimed, sorry that he ruined the surprise.

“Oh…” she responded, a little surprised and very sorry.

“Look, ever since Scott’s been gone on his trip, you just seem… Well, I dunno… kinda out of it. I just wanted to bring you out here, and let you have some fun.”

“Logan, that’s very sweet of you. Thank you.” Jean said, grasping his waist even tighter. She kissed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry I yelled,” she whispered, “It’s just that I have been a little out of it. I don’t know… I don’t know… I guess I just miss him, I guess.”

“It’s alright… Hey, we’re here.” Logan turned into the parking lot of a fancy restaurant.

“Wow, this place is great,” Jean said, “I’ve wanted to come here since it opened, but I never found the time.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said distractedly, getting off the bike.

They walked inside together, looking relatively sloppy compared to the other dinner guests, who were dressed in suits and gowns.

“This place is beautiful…” Jean marveled at the interior of the restaurant. God, what a fancy-shmancy, overpriced McDonald’s, Logan thought to himself.

“Yeah, great.” Logan said, returning the glares of the dinner guests who were whispering about how unkempt he was.

The waiter seated them in a quiet, dark corner.

“Logan, I really want to thank you for taking me out tonight.” Jean started.

“Yeah, sure.” Logan replied.

“I mean, I know we’ve never been… well… Scott and… just everything…” Jean mumbled.

“Yeah,” Logan said, hoping the awkwardness would end.

“It’s just that I know that you…” Jean trailed off, knowing she should have stopped.

“I what?” Logan repeated, “I what?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“No, no, I’d like to hear. I what? What do I do?” Logan asked loudly, attacking Jean.

“Let’s just forget about it, okay? I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s nothing. Can we please just have dinner?”

“Fine.” Logan said, acting like a grumpy toddler. He was angry, this was in no way turning out in the way he had planned it. How in the hell is he supposed to seduce this woman when all she thinks about is Scott? This wasn’t going to work. It was a bad idea anyway, Logan thought, look at her, sitting there. He glanced across the table at her. Her red hair was pulled into a pony tail, and her top was partially buttoned, her cleavage showing. She’s always been too good for me, he thought. Jean looked up from the menu and met his gaze. She smiled. Dammit, she’s not even right for me. Why the hell do I keep trying to force this thing, he thought. The waiter came and she put down her menu. She ordered for herself and for him.

“I thought you might like the chicken,” she said, looking knowingly at him, “Now tell me, what’s on your mind?”

“I don’t feel like talking. Just read my mind and find out, Red.”

“Logan, please don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Logan retorted angrily.

“Please don’t do this.” Jean said, her eyes pleading with him.

Logan looked at her in silence. If she only knew, he thought, but she didn’t, and it wasn’t all her fault.

“Look, let’s talk about something. Umm… How are the D6 attack simulator programs working out?”

“They’re alright,” Logan said, trying to move on, “I think they are relatively effective, although there are a few bugs here and there.”

“I figured as much…” Jean responded.

The conversation at the rest of the meal went something like that. They were gradually getting more at ease, until they were both laughing and drinking. It was nearing midnight, and most of the other guests had left.

“So Xavier says, ‘God, I could use a martini right about now!’ Can you imagine that? Professor Xavier, one of the most powerful and uptight mutants on the face of this earth, ‘I could use a martini!’” Logan howled.

“He didn’t really say that, did he?” Jean asked, unbelieving.

“Cross my heart, hope to die!”

“Oh, god!” Jean laughed, “Scott would die to hear this story!” Jean stopped laughing, realizing what she had just said. Logan stopped also. He looked her in the eye, and cleared his throat. Suddenly, they were both more sober than they had been in over 3 hours.

“Maybe we should leave now.” Logan asserted more than suggested. He got up and paid the bill.

“I can get that,” Jean offered.

“No, leave it,” he said, his voice firm.

Jean knew not to argue with him, and she agreed by keeping silent.

They left the restaurant and walked to the parking lot.

“Logan? I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“But I am.”

Silence.

“Can you understand?”

More silence.

“Logan. Logan, please.”

Again, silence.

“Please, Logan. Please, try to understand.”

“Jean! What do you want from me! Huh? What can I give you that I haven’t already? What is it?! How can you expect me to understand? What am I supposed to understand? I’m sorry, but I don’t! I don’t understand!” Logan stopped, panting.

Now it was Jean’s turn to be silent. She didn’t know what to say. He was right. She had to choose between him and Scott. She couldn’t just keep him waiting.

“Logan, I….” she started.

“No, shut up. I can’t do this anymore.” He said, looking away from her despondently.

She grabbed him and kissed him, hard. At first he was surprised, but he responded immediately. Her hands roamed all over his muscular shoulders, arms, and back. He entangled his hands in her soft, red hair. They couldn’t stop kissing.

His hands began to roam. They stroked her face, her neck, and her shoulders. They caressed her back, and moved further down. He firmly held her pert, round cheeks.

She felt his raging hard-on pressed against her belly. She finally stopped their kiss to moan. Logan took this opportunity to move his kisses to her neck. He sucked and kissed her neck, just like in her dreams. She ran his fingers through his hair, clutching his head to her neck.

“Oh… Logan…” she sighed.

He responded to his name, kissing harder and moving farther south. He tore open her blouse roughly, the buttons popping off, exposing her to the cold air. If anyone happened to walk past this dark parking lot, they would see and hear her being ravished by him.

“Ahh!” she cried out as his hands covered her smooth, soft mounds. He fondled her nipples, twisting and pinching them. She cried out again. He knew what she liked. He started to lick and kiss her nipples now. She was getting very wet. Logan looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in ecstasy. Her knees almost gave out. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, grinding her crotch obscenely against his. He was about to place her against the wall of the restaurant, when he noticed a nearby alleyway. He brought here there and put her down.

“Oh, Logan, I want this so badly.” she said, a look of pure lust in her eyes. She started to try and pull his pants down. He pushed her hands away and undid his belt and zipper. He wasn’t wearing any under. He reached into the fly and pulled out his cock. Jean moaned loudly. It was more beautiful than she could ever have dreamed. It was thick and long

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