Flag on the Play
Part VI
*****************************WARNING!*****************************
EXPLICIT SEXUAL SITUATION AND LANGUAGE
A/N: On that note, I've been sitting on this chapter forever! I suck at the smexy stuff and to be totally honest I'm a bit embarrassed. hahahaha. Let me know if there's any typos and glaring mistakes...no beta... Anyway, here we go...
Logan felt the warm body stir next to him. He only vaguely remembered her climbing into the bed with him a few hours before. He'd woken to find the power had come back on. He'd gotten up and turned off the overhead light and walked through the apartment and flipped more switches off.
It was still early though, not quite 7 am. He didn't have practice that day and could use a few more hours of sleep. At least that's what he told himself when he climbed back into bed and snuggled into the feminine body resting there.
He knew he wouldn't sleep but he'd enjoy the feeling. When she stirred he assumed she'd wake and move away. Instead she grabbed his arm and pulled it further around her. "This is nice," she said sleepily as she tugged his hand up to rest underneath her cheek. He mumbled his agreement. "I've missed waking up in strong arms."
Her breath against his skin sent a small shiver through him and sent his mind racing to places that she'd adamantly told him were off limits. However, her limits weren't enough to stop the blood from rushing to his pelvis.
Ororo's eyes opened wide when she felt his manhood against her backside. She heard him mumble apologies as he moved away from her. She tightened her grip on his arm and turned towards him when he tried to pull it away. "Don't leave. I've missed a lot of things," she said shyly then placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand.
Logan let out the breath he'd been holding and his erection became impossibly stiffer. His mind started to cloud as he tried to think. She's trying to pull me in. No…wait. I'm not her type. "What is it ya want?" he asked, confusion lacing his voice.
"Honestly…sex. Nothing more. I meant what I said. I don't want to date another athlete. And if I'm going to be a notch on a bedpost, it might as well be on my terms."
Logan felt like he was being set up. It was all to perfect. Was she trying to play him? "A one time thing? No strings attached?"
She nodded. "No strings. After today, we'll go our separate ways. I don't want a relationship right now."
When he'd first laid eyes on her the night before all he wanted to do was to bed her and move on. That's when he thought she was a fangirl. He was ready to find a good girl and settle down but she clearly wasn't ready for that after suffering her own heartbreak. There was no sense in passing up on the opportunity she presented. "All right. Whatever you want, darlin."
He bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips then trailed them down the column of her neck.
"Wait," she said and he halted his motions and looked at her. "This isn't going to just happen, you know."
"No…because that would be too easy. I forgot who I was dealing with here."
"Shut up," she said and playfully smacked his shoulder before getting serious. "You have condoms?"
"Of course."
"When were you last tested for STDs? I know it's a strange question but I just want to be careful after…you know…Lucus."
"A few months ago…pre-season," Logan had never been asked all these questions before. She wasn't annoying him by asking. Actually, it caused him to like her just a bit more. Seems like more women would ask. They know his lifestyle. "I'm clean."
"Good. Me too," she confirmed. Logan leaned in to kiss her again but was halted again by her hands against his chest. "I can't do morning breath. Do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?"
Logan blinked as he absorbed what she'd said, "No, I don't."
"Oh…Can I use yours?" He frowned. "Don't give me that look. You want to put your penis inside me and I can't stick your toothbrush in my mouth?"
"Well, since you put it that way…" he said sarcastically and laughed. "But I get to use it first," he said after he released her and sat up. The back of his head was met with a pillow. "Ow…" he chuckled.
"Ladies first," she said as she jumped out of the bed and ran into the en suite bathroom and closed the door.
Logan listened to her start the water faucet. She wasn't so bad. And she definitely wasn't boring. And after talking to her last night she seemed like someone he wouldn't mind getting to know better. But she made it perfectly clear she wasn't ready for a relationship. Besides, they were both suffering from heartbreak…hers more recent than his.
Logan knew he was talking himself into having sex with her now instead of thinking that they should wait because she could absolutely be "The One." He couldn't help himself. The first thought that entered his mind when he initially laid eyes on her was wrapping her legs around his waist. There was no way he was going to let this opportunity pass him by. He may not get another chance.
Ororo opened the door and smiled. She had a dazzling, dimpled smile. She'd pulled off the sweats and stood there in only his t-shirt. "You next. Hurry, before I change my mind."
Ororo stood to the side as he entered the bathroom. He grazed his hand around the perimeter of her waist as he passed. It was a gentle, reassuring comforting gesture. She needed that if he knew it or not. She didn't do this sort of thing…ever.
She took off her top and jumped into his bed pulling the dark brown comforter high to cover her now naked body. She stilled her resolve as she waited. Convincing her self that she wouldn't be ashamed of what she was about to do. She'd do it, enjoy it, and never think of it or him again. Men did this sort of thing all the time. All that resolve flew out the high-rise window when he opened the door.
He watched her as he pulled off his t-shirt and noticed the anxiety in her eyes. "You changed your mind?" She shook her head.
"Just a little nervous," she said as she watched him pull down and step out of his sweats. She struggled to keep her reaction off of her face, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Wow…now I know where all his height went. Logan climbed under the covers and settled against her. "I know you've been with a lot of women…I assume." Logan shrugged noncommittally. "But I'm not as experienced, so…um…just don't expect much."
Logan smirked. Damn it. She really is adorable.
"Oh!" she said as she raised her indexed finger in a threatening manner. "I'm not into kink and I'm not a contortionist. So no spanking, pinching, biting, binding or hair pulling and my feet stay below my head."
Logan rolled his eyes. There's the bossy pants from last night. "Anything else?"
"No, that's it…" she said with a bit of trepidation in her voice.
"You sure you want to do this, darlin? You know how you women are…getting attached and all that…" The question was mostly to clear the matter up in his mind. He wanted to be absolutely sure she wouldn't regret her decision.
"Don't worry."
"All right then," he said. He leaned in and finally kissed her the way he wanted to. She parted her lips and through the minty flavor of the toothpaste he tasted her. A sudden feeling of hunger came over him and he deepened the kiss in an effort to satiate the urgency.
The rain had cleansed away the perfumes and lotions that clung to her the night before. In its place was the natural spicy scent that was one hundred percent Ororo.
Her fingers threaded through his hair urging him on. "Mmm…you taste so good," she said, moaning the words into his mouth.
The breathy sound of her sultry voice, the grips of her hands on his body, her flavor, scent… she overwhelmed all of his senses and it seemed to be too much. A gruff moan of delight rose from deep within Logan's chest. He couldn't think. "Want ya so bad, Ro."
"Want you too," she responded.
He didn't need much encouragement. He'd wanted to get his hands on her from the moment he first laid eyes on her. His hand found its way from her hip and wondered up to her breast. The firm mound filled his hand perfectly and he squeezed it feeling its fullness.
She sighed into his mouth when she felt the rough pad of his thumb stroke her nipple. "Logan," she breathed once his lips left hers. Another gasp escaped her lips when she felt the warm moistness of his mouth capture it and suckle it fully into his mouth. He only left it for the other once he was satisfied that it couldn't become any more aroused.
He still lay on his side next to her. It allowed him access to all of her but he couldn't see her. He flung the comforter away. If this was only going to happen once then he wanted to try to remember everything. He looked from the creamy cinnamon of her breast down to her flat stomach. His eyes then landed on the nest of curly white hair. Well damn. His lips never left her nipple and he looked back up into her closed eyes. Her face was contorted into an expression of antagonized ecstasy. He wondered what other expressions he could prompt from her stunning features.
His had drifted down the outline of her body and rested just inside her thigh. He felt her body tense as she tried to close her legs denying him access. He wondered if he was going to fast for her. It was then when he pulled away from her beautiful breast and found her lips again. Her body relaxed under the ministrations of lingering kisses.
"You want to touch me, darling?" he asked between kisses.
She nodded, "Yes."
He took her hand resting on his shoulder and moved it down to his now fully hardened cock. He groaned when her long fingers wrapped around him and began to stroke him timidly. He began to fuck himself into her hand establishing a rhythm that she quickly acclimated to. Her hands became surer with each pull. "Mmm…yeah, darlin', just like that."
Once again he placed his hand on her thigh. This time she didn't tense. He felt his way down to her delicate petals finding the patch of hair there damp with her moistness. Two fingers gently stroked the length of her slit, opening her up to their entrance. She moaned into his mouth and lost the rhythm of her own task when she felt his finger brush against her clit. She tore her mouth away from his when he began to stroke her in earnest. Her breathing doubled causing her chest to rise and fall pulling Logan's attention back to her breast.
He loved the sound of her mewls. Her raspy moans made him want to please her even more. He heard her sigh of loss when he moved his fingers; then one of pleasure when she felt one then another slip inside her. Her moans became louder and her breathing more ragged with each pump of his fingers.
"Stop," she breathed.
"Stop?" Logan asked and began to slow his pace. "You changed yer mind?"
"No, but Please stop…"
"Naw, darlin', you're too close." He quickened his pace as he watched her face. Her brows furrowed in what looked like excruciating pain but he knew it was pleasure.
Her hands went to his wrist, gripping it hard. "Oh my god, Logan…please."
Logan realized something at that moment. She didn't want to lose control. "Let go, Ro. Relax. Let me do this for you. Let me help you come." Ororo nodded and loosened her grip. He began to pump his fingers in her in earnest. He needed her to come for him.
Her back began to arch, thrusting her breast towards him and he took advantage of it. And that was all she needed. The firm pull of his hungry mouth on her nipple was the trigger that propelled her over the edge of ecstasy. Her hold body tensed and shook as she drew her legs up gripping Logan's arm between her firm muscles. He watched her in fascination. He'd never seen anyone have such an intense orgasm.
He watched as her body slowly came down from its incredible high. Her breathing became steadier and she opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Ya all right?" he asked.
Ororo looked at him, smiled and nodded. "That's never happened before." Logan's brows furrowed in disbelief. "I mean…it has…but only while I was alone."
Logan's face went from disbelief to realization. "No one has ever made ya come before?" She shook her head. He smiled. He knew she was telling the truth. And the thought that he had done something no one else had done made his pride swell. At that moment he didn't care if he didn't get his rocks off. He wanted to make her come over and over again.
Ororo watched his lips slowly twist into a wicked smile. The thought "Ut-oh," was the only coherent thought she could form before his quick movements had him nestled within the apex of her legs. She looked down to see him face to…um…face with her vagina. Horror filled her. "I'm sorry," she apologized then explained when he looked up at her with a perplexed expression. "Usually I'm waxed. Haven't had a need to lately."
Logan smiled. She was trimmed nicely. Probably just a quick job in the shower but it was neat. "I like for a woman to look like a woman."
She didn't know how to respond but she didn't have to. The moment he finished his sentence his mouth covered her kissing her intimately. Her clit was still sensitive and his steady attack on it elicited a sound from her that she was sure she should be embarrassed about. But at the moment she didn't care. She closed her eyes and fisted her hands into the sheets of the bed. "Ooooh…Looo…" the words died on her lips when she once again felt his fingers enter her. In their place was a strained silence that struggled to escape.
Logan looked up into her face. That gorgeous face of hers frozen in pleasure. He could watch her make those faces all day. Finally sounds of her clipped pants were music to his ears. Listening to her pleasure doubled his efforts. Soon her unbridled moans filled the room. "Baby…ya like what I'm doing to ya?"
"Yes, yes, yes…so much," she responded.
"Let me see you touch those beautiful tits of yours." He saw her hands hesitate at his request. "Do it," he demanded. She did. She caressed her breast, cupping them and squeezing them as he watched. The sight was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Just as his mouth went back to its task a groan from the depths of his chest escaped and vibrated against her tender flesh, scrambling then disintegrating the bundle of nerves between his lips.
"Oh god," she screamed out as an explosion originating from her core expanded and took over her body.
Logan drank in her essence as he rode out her orgasm with her. His cock was throbbing insisting on its own release. He lifted himself from her, his fingers never leaving her core. They continued to tease her insides as he reached with his free hand into the bedside table and retrieved a condom. He leaned down and kissed her belly, "Be right back, darlin'." With that he removed his fingers and tore into the condom.
Ororo watched through hazy sated eyes as he rolled the condom over his erection. She didn't know how much more she'd be able to take. If he could do wonderful things with his fingers she was sure he would be incredible with his magnificent cock.
She watched as he settled between her legs. She opened wide for him. Ready for whatever it was he was offering. She moaned when she felt his thumb rub her clit, firm but gentle at the same time. "Please, Logan."
"Please what?" he asked. He was enjoying antagonizing her. Just a little payback for being such a pain in the ass.
She got that but she wasn't going to give in to that arrogant smirk of his. "Please…me," she said.
"Nuh-uh…wrong answer, sweetheart," he said as he removed his hand and replaced it with his cock. Using it to continue teasing her clit, letting it slip down to her entrance before his returned to her clit. Hopefully she wouldn't realize that he was torturing himself too. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep his control reigned in. "Please what?" he asked again.
"I don't want to beg, Logan."
"I don't want ya to either. I just want ya to ask for what ya want."
"I want you…inside of me."
At that moment Logan entered her, stretching her, filling her…and they both sighed in relief.
"Baby, ya feel so good," he said as he began to move. Short steady strokes as he worked his entire way into her.
"You do too. Oh god…so good," she said as she rose and fell meeting his thrust in the rhythm he'd set.
Her words encouraged him. He quickened his pace, pulling almost entirely out of her before filling her to the hilt of his cock. The sound of their pleasure filled the room and probably the whole apartment. Logan surprised himself. He wasn't a very vocal lover but the sounds of her silky voice echoing in his ears, the firm grip of her around him and his desperate need to please her caused him to grunt his efforts and pleasure.
"Logan, I'm so close…" she cried out.
He was too but he wanted to make sure she came before he did. He reached down and began stroking her clit vigorously, insisting that she come. "Come for me, Ro. I want to feel you come."
Ororo whined a bit...frustration creased her brow. Her jaws clenched tight.
"Relax, Ro...relax."
As soon as she followed his instructions her body responded. "I'm coming." she gasped. This time she screamed out her orgasm. She let go of all control and rode out the waves of body shaking delight.
Logan began to come apart just as he watched her finish. His hips jerked inside of her and his eye involuntarily rolled back as an overwhelming orgasm tackled him. He came hard in steady jerks as his balls tightened and emptied. He pumped into her a few more times as his body made its descent back to earth before collapsing next to her.
"God, Ro…that was great," he said breathlessly.
"Yeah…" she said in the same ragged tone. "It was."
He rolled towards her and kissed her temple. "Be right back, darlin'." She smiled and nodded as she watched him sit up and throw his legs over the side of the bed. "Shit!" he yelled.
Ororo sat up. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"The condom…the condom fucking broke!"