Chapter 4: Ororo

"How's it going?" Logan asked and Ororo was startled. She was standing behind the window to Mystique's room. She could see her and Tom but they couldn't see her. Ororo was just making sure everything was going okay. She was Logan's right hand along with Scott. Logan had liked the spicy nature of hers and decided he wanted her to work for him. Ororo had agreed right away. She had the leader mentality. Logan was the safe place for the girls, the muscles so to speak, but Ororo was the heart. She was always looking after the girls, making sure they could talk about their worries, woman to woman. It was easier that way.
"Good. Mystique has this under control", Ororo reported, trying to calm down her heart as Logan came behind her. She could see his reflection against the glass and noticed his eyes on her neck. His breathing tickled her. "What...?" she asked, staring him using the glass as a mirror. Logan smirked.
"Nothing. You just look good tonight. Not that you wouldn't look good every night", Logan said. Ororo turned around and met his eyes. It was obvious what was on his mind. But it wasn't really surprise in these surroundings.
"Are you trying to sweet-talk me?" Ororo asked.
"Maybe", Logan shrugged. The woman sighed but she was still smiling. "Is it working?"
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want", Logan said and laid his hands on her hips.
"In here...?" she asked.
"Why not? No one sees us", Logan said and looked over Ororo's shoulder. Mystique was all over Tom behind the glass. "And seems to me they don't need a babysitter anymore..."

Ororo looked over her shoulder as well and saw them naked on the couch. Logan was right. She turned her head back and could now feel his breath against her face instead of her neck. Logan touched her cheek and they kissed each other without saying a word. Logan shut Ororo between him and the wall, feeling her hands behind his neck. Their kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Suddenly their lips drifted ponderously apart but Logan's lips kept roaming on to her neck. Ororo lifted her chin, letting him taste the skin and feel her heart racing beneath it. His lips were violent, leaving marks wherever they went. Her hand raked his thick hair, messing it up. She sighed with delight.
This casual sex thing had been going on since she came here. Logan was known for his popularity amongst women but Ororo didn't really care about that. This wasn't going to be serious, it was just sex. Ororo had gave up the dream about a house, great job, 2,5 kids, picket fence and a dog long time ago. And besides, she didn't really feel comfortable with that. It would've been pretending, almost dull. She wanted excitement and impulsive decisions. She was passionate and strong - as was Logan. That's why they understood each other. They didn't have to explain things to one another, the words were not necessary. Everything was just simply understood.

Logan tried as hard as he could to be normal. He wasn't ashamed of himself, it was just that he wasn't on his best behavior when he became Wolverine. He was rough, unpredictable and followed his instincts. Whenever he would give himself up, let his guard down, Wolverine came around. It usually happened during situations that had strong emotions, such as sexual vibration and this was one of those moments. It was probably one of the reasons his skills as a sex partner were so praised. He wasn't afraid to try anything and really give women a good fuck. Ororo was pleased with him too whenever he let Wolverine loose.
He began to undress her without really caring if he would rip some clothes in the process. Ororo didn't mind either. The rawness turned her on. Logan felt the buttons from her shirt fall off when he opened her shirt in a hurry. Ororo glanced down and saw her bare breasts adjusting down after the sudden movements. It didn't take much time for Logan to cup them to his big and rough hands. He enjoyed their soft and full body. They were perfect. The dark brown nipples got hard under his touch and he nipped them with teasing manner, while supporting the breasts. Ororo leaned against the glass, moaning a little. Mystique and Tom had no idea what was going behind the window.

Logan soon got rid of his own shirt and Ororo helped him with his belt buckle, their hands rushing like they were having a race. While Logan was opening his jean's button and zipper, Ororo's nails trailed the skin on his chest. His muscles were tense but reacting to every little touch they felt with quick spasms. Logan soon had his cock out and she helped him, lifting her dress up, revealing the thighs and finally her bare pussy. She never wore underwear because they were uncomfortable and she felt sexier this way. Like she had the power and the courage to do what no one else would.
Logan slid his hand between her legs, feeling her. The prickly pubic hair brushed against his fingers as he felt the damp down there. Ororo closed his eyes, licking her lips, her legs shaking. Logan was curious and rubbed his hand up and down, teasing her, letting the fingertip touch the lips. Ororo used this moment for advantage and grabbed his member strongly. Logan yelped and Ororo now knew they were equal. He had her and she had him.

Then out of blue, Logan laughed but it wasn't amused laugh. It felt like a challenge. Like he was saying Is that all you got? while he put his two fingers inside of her, watching her face as she tensed up. Logan could feel Ororo's nails against his back. He started sliding the fingers slowly in and out, feeling her getting wetter by every stroke. The woman was moving her hips with the same rhythm, caged between Logan and the wall. He started to kiss her, gliding his tongue inside. Ororo's tongue met his and the two muscles wrestled, tasting each other.
"Ooh..." Ororo sighed. Logan lifted her other leg, crashing her body against the glass. Meanwhile Ororo's hand had been occupied with his cock that was now hard and impatient. Logan wrapped her leg around his waist, feeling his jeans falling down all the way to his angles. Slowly but surely he guided his penis inside Ororo. At first Ororo's swollen clit was hesitant and Logan had to be a little rough, but eventually the cock was inside and he was able to take her against the wall. Their body language was the best guide through the experience. Not even the little moans or sighs went unnoticed as Logan was studying what pleasured Ororo the best. She seemed to like a little pain and Logan channeled his Wolverine charisma as best as he could.

Finally he felt like he was close and he kept thrusting in over and over again, causing a little bit of discomfort to Ororo whose position was not the best for this. The animal inside the man kept coming out, making him reach his goal only his own pleasure on his mind. Ororo enjoyed this shameless act as she felt him tense up, flattening her under him.

"N-now..." Logan moaned and moved away, letting his cock slide out. He took it to his hand as Ororo went on her knees in front of him. Logan pumped the penis strongly and felt the cum coming. It started erupting and landed on Ororo's chocolate brown face, making her snow white hair seem even more whiter. She kept her glance on him, licking her swollen lips and tasting him.
"Hmmhm..." she moaned, smiling. Logan seemed pleased too. Mystique and Tom were only just getting their session started behind the window...