Chapter 8: Logan
Logan noticed his eyes getting more tired by every minute. He rubbed them, sitting in his office, trying to get some paperwork done. The money was coming in, they were more popular than ever even if the senator Kelly was speaking against the mutants. People were hypocrites but that was not news.
He could hear a knock on the door. Logan cleared his throat.
"Come in", he asked and watched the door. The door opened and to his surprise, Rogue walked in. Logan glanced his clock. "Aren't you supposed to be at home already?"
Rogue closed the door behind her, looking a bit shy.
"Or what? Ya're gonna tell my ma'?" she asked and Logan hemed. Rogue was eighteen already, she knew what she was doing.
"Of course not", Logan stood up. "What can I do for you, sweetie?"
Rogue walked towards him, taking her silky gloves off. Logan watched, feeling a bit weird. She never took them off, not in the presence of him anyway.
"I've been practisin'..." Rogue said and Logan listened, lifting his eyes. Rogue was her usual fragile self. Her eyes were uneasy, not knowing where to look. "And... I'm gettin' hang on this thing."
"What are you talking about?" Logan was lost. Rogue reached her hand and was about to touch his cheek, when he jumped back a little. "What are you doing?"
"I wanna show ya somethin'", Rogue insisted.
"Show me what?" Logan wanted to know.
"Just stay still, will ya?"
Logan obeyed. Softly, he could feel her fingertips on her skin and instead of feeling immense pain, he just felt the warm touch. Rogue's eyes were asking him what he was thinking about this. Logan put his hand against hers - still hesitantly. Then Rogue's lips turned up. She was smiling.
"Do ya see?" she almost giggled. "I can't hurt ya anymore."
"But...- how?" Logan didn't understand.
"Does it matter?" Rogue asked. "Does it really matter, Logan?" she leaned closer to him and he could feel her breath on her. They had never been this close before because she had been so careful. She smelled like strawberries and honey and the scent was stunning to his senses. Logan closed his eyes, feeling her hot lips just a reach away from him. "We can do it... Finally."
"What have you done to yourself...?" Logan was suspicious.
"I'm not in pain, if that's what ya think. If ya don't count the pain I've felt ever since I came here, wanting to make love to ya knowing I couldn't..." Rogue whispered. Logan wrapped his hand around her, bringing her closer. This moment was out of this world. He had always wished for it to happen but now... the day was here. The surprise factor made him even more anxious.
"So... you really wanna do it?" he made sure.
"Yes", Rogue said and kissed him. The kiss was innocent at first but then it became more passionate by Logan and soon they unlocked their lips, just to take some breath in. "In here... on yar desk", she breathed. Logan didn't see a problem there and now that he could see she could not hurt her, he was willing, more than ever. He would not back down now. There was no way in hell he would not fuck her right now.
They started undress themselves, in a hurry. They had waited for this too long. Their moves were rushed but that just brought a little extra to this intoxicating moment. They kissed each other, just barely pressing their lips together, while they were getting more naked.
Finally, Logan lifted Rogue with fast movement to the table and spread her legs. He watched as the swollen lips opened up to him and revealed something that looked almost like a rose. Logan knew she was a virgin and that was what made it even more special. Rogue wanted him to watch her, enjoy what he was seeing. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her thighs and brought her legs on his shoulders, while his face found a good warm spot between her legs. Rogue trembled and her back twisted in the form of a limb C, bringing her petite breast more out. Logan slowly traced her pussy with his tongue, tickling the tiny glans clitoris. Rogue was trying to close her legs, but Logan's head was between them and she couldn't. But she didn't even want to. She enjoyed the ecstatic feeling he brought to her and quivered as his lips sucked her frilly vulva. Logan felt his cock getting too hard to control it properly. It was not only the taste or the trembling but the thought. He could not wait to fuck her. It was like on Christmas when you kind of knew what you were going to get but you just couldn't wait to unwrap your present.
Logan stood up and Rogue opened his eyes, watching as his erected penis rose behind the table. He could see she was not used to this, because she was not aware of what to do. But right now the formalities were the last thing on his mind and he didn't need anymore arousing. Logan leaned over her and pressed their stomachs together. Rogue felt his rock hard cock against her thigh. He wanted to kiss her. Their lips were once again entwined and Logan's tongue trespassed inside her mouth. She could taste herself from his lips. Logan started to adjust her hips well and slowly took his dick into his hand. He stopped the kissing for a moment, giving himself time to fit his cock inside her. Logan looked Rogue to her eyes, as he felt his shaft was ready to enter in. He pushed his hips slowly towards her, Rogue trapped under him and felt Rogue's pussy's walls give in. She was not relaxed but it kind of gave him more kicks. It felt like a struggle to get in. Rogue cried and grimaced. Logan made sure she was not in pain.
"You okay?" he asked and Rogue could only nod. He gave her time to get use to this and then he parted their hips, slowly bringing the cock out, closer to the exit. Rogue's hips followed him and when he thrusted back, the hips were pushed back again. This went on for a moment, until the moist in her clit made it possible for him to keep going with a steadier pace. Logan kept sucking Rogue's nipples, trying to get her enjoy this as much as he did. Rogue's hands roamed against his dense hair. She moaned and Logan listened the noise that gave him even more pleasure.
"F-faster..." Rogue pleaded and Logan gave her a long look.
"Are you sure...? I mean, this is your firs-"
"Just do it!" Rogue said, out of breath. Logan nodded then and penetrated him faster, making her moans deeper and more desperate.
"Shit, Rogue, if you keep going like that, I won't be able to keep it in much longer", he said and stood up to more comfortable position. He kept her close to table by holding her hips down. Then his eyes rose as he wanted to see Rogue's face. But Logan saw that Rogue had yellow eyes and satisfied grin on her face.
"What the fuck-" he yelled, soon realizing that Rogue turned into Mystique. She laughed.
"Don't stop", she said, with a mocking tone. "Fuck me", she imitated Rogue's voice. Logan jumped back, losing his lust in a blink of an eye. An intimate moment between him and Rogue had been quickly turned into something embarrassing. Mystique sat up properly and kept her yellow eyes on him.
"Oh, Logan, you're so pathetic with your lusting after that sad little virgin", her layered voice scorned. Logan was furious.
"What the fuck is this?" he wanted to know, pushing her back a little.
"I like roleplaying, you know that", Mystique justified and was not scared even though Logan's face was everything but friendly. "And I couldn't resist."
"Get the fuck out of here before I will fire you", Logan said, pointing the door. Mystique jumped down from the table and started walking with her swaying style. She touched his cock on the way out and Logan slapped her hand. "Don't touch me, you fucking bitch."
"Fucking bitch, yes. Unlike your dear Rogue", Mystique had to comment before she left the room. Logan could not hold his frustration inside and he started to throw things around, screaming out loud.