Heat and Cycles 3 - The Long Walk Home
"Ride ain't over yet, baby."
Her words reached him, but Logan's mind shut off the second after Max's warm, soft lips lowered onto his own. His eyes closed of their own accord, and his hand came up to rest against her back as she shifted her body, straddling his thighs, and deepening their kiss in one graceful movement.
His new bike shifted under them, but Logan's feet were still on the ground as Max wrapped her own legs around his waist, her fingers cutting through his hair, holding him close against her. He moved his hands lower, holding her steady as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her with sweet adoration, his every sense filled with only Max.
Her hips moved against him slowly, dragging a guttural growl out of his throat as he pulled back his head, breathing deeply. He swore he could feel the very heat of her as her lips and teeth met the flesh of his throat, kissing and nipping each hollow and plane she found within her reach.
"Max.." His voice was deep, full of longing and restraint. "Max.. we should.. inside."
Her response was muffled against his throat, her torrent of biting kisses continuing uninterrupted.
"Please.." He arched his hips towards her, his mind clouding over momentarily before he shook his head once more. "Max.." Cleared his voice, trying again. "Max, come on."
Finally she looked up at him, her lips damp and glistening in the pale light of the night, her eyes smoky with passion. "What?" Her word was a half groan, half complaint as she tried once again to recapture his mouth for another kiss.
"Inside. Now." Who needed complete sentences when a beautiful woman was driving you insane. He couldn't prevent the strangled sound that tore from his chest as she slowly slid her body away from his, brushing every inch of his aroused flesh purposely before climbing to her feet. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before attempting to stand, but Max wasn't waiting. She was half way to the entrance to his building before turning around, noticing that Logan wasn't following.
"You coming?" Her eyes burned into him as he took yet another deep breath, and swung his leg over the seat of the bike.
"Not yet. Give me a minute."
Max smiled wickedly. "Take your time, we have all night."
Logan chuckled softly, before finally following Max into the building. The instant he pressed the call button for the elevator, he found himself pressed up against the doors, Max's lips on him once more. The zipper to his leather jacket crackled loudly as she pulled it down, his warning muffled against her lips as she kissed him with ferocious need.
The elevator doors opened, and Logan fell backwards, Max falling with him. Before he had a chance to regain his balance, he found himself on his back on the floor, Max straddled across his thighs. The fall had broken their kiss, however, and Max gazed down at him with wonder. Logan shook his head, bringing a hand back to brush away his hair as he laughed lowly.
"What?" Max's fingers played lightly against his chest, pulling his shirt out of his leather pants to run her hands over his bare flesh.
"Was just thinking."
She leaned forward and her teeth grazed his jaw gently. "That?"
"One of us should push the button or we're going to have some explaining to do come morning."
She grinned, raising her body off his long enough to signal for his floor, then resettled herself against him. "Having fun yet, Logan?"
He shifted his hips hard against her. "You have to ask?"
Max licked her lips softly, slowly unzipping her leather jacket, dropping it to the floor. Logan's eyes drank in the sight of her new violet tank top clinging tight to every curve of her body. He dragged his lower lip between his teeth as she shook her hair back, the soft curls bouncing around her shoulders before she lowered her lips back to his.
His shirt slid up his body, courtesy of her urgent hands, as she straightened to watch every muscle on his powerful chest revealed. He helped rid them of his shirt, swallowing a groan of disbelief when just as her nails started dragging down his chest, leaving small red trails on his sensitized skin, the doors to the elevator opened with a whine.
Max glanced over her shoulder, then back at the man beneath her. She captured her lower lip with her teeth and shot him a wicked, teasing glance. She was on her feet before Logan's body even recognized the lack of her weight, her hand stretched out to him.
"End of the ride, Logan."
He sighed, taking her hand and letting her pull him to his feet. He paused a moment, concentrating on regaining control of his body, before turning away from Max, bending down and recovering his shirt and her jacket.
A slow, burning grin crossed Max's face as her eyes followed him, watching as the black leather of his pants pulled tight across his buttocks, driving her mad. She walked up behind him, her hands itching to caress that leather, and she didn't deny herself. The instant her hands were upon him, she felt him stiffen, and she laughed.
"Forget the clothes, Logan. It's time to play."
End.