"We're so far away from everything!" Sam exclaimed. "No-one would ever know."
Bobby followed, saying, "Sam makes a good point, we are at the edge of a whole different galaxy. We are as far away from the team as we could be, Rogue. What do you think of our proposition?"
"If I still had my powers, you boys would be unconscious at my very touch." The back of her hand stroked Bobby's chin and it was an act of pure will to not flinch. "However, I am powerless and I won't say no to an offer like that." She smiled widely at the two men, walking past them to Sam's room.
Bobby closed the door and looked at Sam, who didn't seem to possess the cool and calm exterior he did. The younger boy was always so excitable, but it was certainly understandable in this context, what with one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen giving herself to both of them.
Rogue lay on the bed, body spread against the soft sheets, waiting for the boys to get their wits together. She had seen Sam's jaw drop and knew he would be very eager to fuck her, smiling at the thought of him using her body. She had had so little contact for such a long time that she had resorted to trying to hook up with as many people as possible. They understood why she was doing what she was doing and she had never heard anyone making fun of her. Mostly because she had fucked Logan first and nobody wanted to get on the bad side of Logan.
Sam was busily stripping off, his boxers thrown aside with little care or attention, his hard cock ready for her. Bobby sat in an armchair and watched, patiently waiting for his turn. He just needed to be the coolest guy in the room. Sam was skinny as a rail, but she didn't care. He was nowhere near as attractive as Bobby, but she didn't care. All she needed was touch.
Sam leapt onto the bed, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her slowly, taking his time to run his hands up and down the green and black uniform before he slid his fingers down the concealed zipper, peeling the clothing away, the light sheen of sweat across her body making the fabric stick to her skin. She was nervous, the automatic reaction to intimacy still lingering. Sam moved to touch her perfectly pale body, hands drifting slowly to her back, creeping up the smooth skin until he held her in his arms, lifting her to him. They kissed and Sam felt the want in the kiss, the eagerness to merely be touched, let alone to be this intimate with another human.
He wanted to be careful, since even though the older woman had lost her mutant powers, she still had those she had absorbed from Carol Danvers, and he certainly didn't want to get on the wrong side of that. He gently cupped her perfect breasts, their size and weight making them easy to hold and rub her tiny nipples with his thumbs. The sensation was electric and she felt her body respond immediately to the coolness of his fingers, her nipples growing as he continued the small circular motions.
She just allowed him to do as he pleased, the warmth of his breath arousing her further as he took her right nipple into his mouth, lips fastening over her breast and tongue rolling across her nipple. He stared at her and she felt him slide his lips off her, sucking her nipple before he sat beside her. She saw his cock fully aroused, veins pushing against the thin skin and head red and engorged. Rogue bowed low, kissing it and watching it swell in reaction, a drop of clear precum rising to the surface and sitting at the peak of his head.
Sam closed his eyes as she wrapped her lips around his cock tightly, pushing herself to his base. He didn't know what to do with his hands, which were floating uselessly in the air, frozen with confusion. He decided to stroke her shoulders and back, running his hands through her hair and keeping her on him. Her throat convulsed suddenly and she pulled herself away from him, drool covering his length. He tasted of sweat and skin and she had pushed herself further thought she could handle, making her gag on his girth.
She wiped her mouth and he grabbed a tissue, wiping away the liquid that was pooling at the base of his hip, the feeling of it uncomfortable for him. Bobby had leant further in his chair, sinking into the leather as if bored by the act of watching them make love. Rogue floated towards him, her breasts wobbling as she stopped in front of him. He sat up and placed a hand on her back, pulling her through space so she was in his lap, straddling him.
They kissed, Bobby putting more intention into his motion, his hands moving up and down her back as she pressed herself against his shirt. Their lips parted and Rogue had a smile on her face, her nerves quelling as he looked deeply and lustfully and confidently at her. The muscle of his thighs felt hard under the denim jeans and he smelled like wealth, some aftershave that could've bankrupted a small country dotted over his body, making her brain light up as she was close to him. "Let me help you." She drifted a few inches up and stretched her hands towards his jeans, undoing and pulling them down. Through his tight black boxers, she could see that he would be a challenge for her. It was a good bit larger than Sam's and a bit thicker as well, pushing upwards against the fabric.
She dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of him. She teased him, rubbing his boxers and watching his cock twitch automatically as her fingertips brushed over it, straining for her touch before she rubbed the sides of his hips. She grinned at him as she pulled his boxers down, his large cock springing upwards inches away from her plump pink lips. She sucked on his head, lips pushing over his crown and moving in short and fast motions up and down his shaft. She could feel his hands in her hair and on her back and her breath was coming fast from her nose, her mouth full of him. She released him from her mouth, getting back on the chair, her pussy hovering just above his cock. He clutched her sides and she held his shoulders, placing herself on top of him and feeling all of his length slide inside her. Her thighs rubbed against Bobby's as she rode him, slowly grinding up and down his shaft.
A second pair of hands traced her back, making her shiver a little at the coldness of his touch. Sam was against her, hands against her waist as she moaned into his lips. She left Bobby, floating into Sam's arms. His fingers were splayed in such a way that her ass was spread as he slid his cock inside her wet pussy. He held her as he used her, her soft gasps making him hornier. Her legs wrapped around him, pinning him against her as he thrust wildly, lust taking him. They kissed quickly and Sam held her tighter as his rhythm sped up, Rogue's body bouncing against his hips.
Rogue reached backwards, staring at Bobby, lust in her deep emerald eyes. Bobby took her hands in his and Rogue pushed herself away from Sam, twisting in the space between them, head over heels and resting her legs on his shoulders. He gripped her thighs as she floated in the air, his tongue lapping at her labia and caressing her clit. Rogue let out a quiet, shuddering gasp as Bobby pleasured her perfectly. She felt sensitivity growing in her core, feeling her thighs tense against Bobby's shoulders as an instinct, orgasm erupting and making her moan loudly. He kept going, trying to make her orgasm again, sucking at her clit and hearing her groan.
Rogue dropped from Bobby, straddled him as she took his cock in her hand, jerking him off slowly and pushing herself onto him, loving the way he filled her. She bounced on him, both of them breathing heavily, pressing close to each other, lips locking passionately. She was pleasured by Bobby's cock, feeling him slow as he came approached orgasm. She wrapped herself around him, hugging him close, whispering to him that she wanted him to cum inside her, bouncing faster on his cock.
His face scrunched up a little, the first time he lost the facade in a long time, making a small groan as she stopped, sitting atop him as he orgasmed. The feeling was strange, his cock pulsating inside her as he spent himself, breathing heavy, the warmth of it rolling down her and dribbling from her pussy. Bobby's hands gripped her waist and she kept riding him, feeling him stiffen again inside her. His eyes were half-closed, sinking into his pleasure. They kissed again, Rogue ruffling his cropped hair before she curled against him, pushing him into the ochre leather as they both smiled deeply at one another.