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\nThe shortcut through the alley was her route home every evening, tonight being\nno exception. Her work with troubled inner city teens was rewarding, but the\nlong hours tended to take away from her personal life with Scott. Though Jean\nloved him, she had lately begun to feel the pull of other men, strange\nuncontrollable desires. She needed intimacy, and with the schedules she and\nScott were keeping, they might as well have been living separate lives. More and\nmore, she found herself feeling melancholy, longing for the days when she had\nbeen newly in love, longing for that breathless intensity that accompanied the\nexploration of each others bodies. Unfortunately, her yearning had a darker side\neffect, the results of which she was certain Scott would not appreciate.
\nLogan waited patiently as she rounded the corner, her high heels clicking a\nmeasured, staccato beat as she quickened her pace. Moving slightly from the\nshadows, he risked a glimpse, wanting to be certain it was indeed she. Oh, yeah.\nIt was. The shining halo of red hair confirmed his hope. He closed his eyes and\nreleased a nearly inaudible moan as he felt the groin area of his already tight\njeans expand with the realization that the object of his desire was so close. In\nhis mind, he was already inside her. He could almost feel her hot, wet, warmth\nsurrounding him, as he slid in and out of her.
\nAs she neared his shadowy doorway of subterfuge, he stepped forward to the edge\nof the brick egress, allowing his presence to be known. The tap-tap melody of\nher black pumps skipped a beat then added an extra note as if to accommodate. He\ncame fully out of the gloom, the need for camouflage now removed. Her breath\ncame in little panicky gasps, the vapor curling around her and dissipating\nnearly as quickly as it was formed. The fear scent emanating from her was nearly\ntangible. And behind the fear, Wolverine smelled desire.
\n\"I've been waiting for you,\" he stated quietly, a smile quirking the corners of\nhis full lips.
\n\"Wh-Who's there?\" she asked, the quaver in her voice lending it a much younger\ntimbre. He liked that. The bulge in his trousers grew to an almost uncomfortable\nsize. He liked that, too. \"Logan?\" She squinted her eyes against the darkness,\ntilting her head as recognition finally hit her. \"Is that you?\" Jean reached out\nwith her mind to be certain. Touching her comrade's thoughts should have calmed\nher, but what she found in Logan's head was less than comforting.
\n\"Yeah. It's me, Jeanie,\" he admitted, his hands punctuating the words with a\ngraceful flourish. \"I've been watching you. You leave your window open, ya know.\nI like what I see. Always have. I imagine myself there with you, in the window,\nputtin' on a show. For the whole world. Even for your boy, Scott,\" he spat the\nother man's name distastefully, then smirked. \"I think you like it when I\nwatch.\"
\n\"I don't know what you mean, Logan,\" she shook her head, cursing the ignorant\nvanity that raged through her at this revelation. She did leave the curtains\nopen on purpose. She did like the thought of people watching, admiring her naked\nform, fantasizing about her skin, her lips, her breasts, and far more intimate\nplaces.
\nHe smiled, taking a single step closer to Jean Gray, his glorious redheaded\ngoddess. The sound of her stiletto heel against a glass bottle as she took a\nstep backwards pleased him. Startled, she looked down as the bottle made its\ntinkling, crunching, somewhat melodic way back down the outdoor corridor. Her\nbreathing was coming faster now as panic took a firmer hold. They'd been friends\nfor so long. Why was he doing this, taunting her, stalking her? Logan knew she\nmight attempt flight at any minute, but it only made him more determined, more\nrelaxed, more sure of himself.
\nHe took another step. Then another. Jean was paralyzed as he came ever closer.\nIf she'd really wanted to get away, she could've sent a powerful mental blast to\ndisable him. But fear and a strange sort of desire mingled within her,\ncomplicating the act of escape, if that was indeed her intention. Her chest\nheaved as he came within touching distance and walked around her in a circle,\nadmiring – or coveting – everything about her. She could smell him now, an\nexotic mixture of expensive cologne, smoke, and something undefined. If ever\nthere was a smell of sexual energy, this must surely be it. It frightened her\nand aroused her all at once. She hated it and loved it the same. Closing her\neyes, she said a silent prayer, but was unclear on whether she begged rescue or\nsomething more cryptic.
\nOn his second circuitous round, he stopped directly behind her. Jean could feel\nhis breath as it stirred her hair ever so slightly. Her nipples were small rocks\nof flesh, pressing against the silk of her low-cut blouse, and not from the\ncold. He came behind her, nearly pressing against her, and placed his left hand\nat the waist of her skirt, his fingers tracing her belt before coming to rest\njust below her navel. He did press against her then, and she could feel the\nswell in his pants through the thin layer of fabric separating their bodies as\nhe gyrated slowly against her. They stood that way for a moment, both of them\nlost in the moment, their breathing quickening and deepening. Both hearts were\nracing now, one with a mixture of fright and longing, one with pure\nunadulterated lust. His right hand rose to her right breast then, squeezing and\npressing and pinching as she moaned silently with the sensation his groping\nhands aroused within her.
\n\"You know what's gonna happen, don'tcha, Jeanie?\" he nuzzled her ear, the hunger\nin his body reducing his voice to a hoarse whisper. His hands still caressed and\nprobed, the left one now reaching down to search a path beneath her skirt. They\nwere smooth, his hands, not the hands of a coarse man, but of a refined\ngentleman, though his actions were far from genteel. She gasped as the one hand\nfound its way between her legs, and the other beneath her blouse, all of this as\nhe guided her to his original shadowy retreat.
\nLogan pushed her gently against the alcove wall face first, his warm breath\ncaressing her neck as his hands found newer, moister places to roam. As she felt\nhis index and middle finger enter her, she cried out, slapping her hands against\nthe wall partially in shame, partially in passion. He worked her, probing her\nsmall knob of flesh then entering her, forcing her juices to flow unhindered.
\n\"I knew you'd go crotch-less today,\" he whispered. \"I was watching you dress\nthis morning. Just like every morning. I knew. I knew you'd want this.\"
\nThe revelation only served to soak the darkness between her legs. She felt her\nbody continue its betrayal as she ground her ass against his still fettered sex\nand her pussy against his masterful digits. His breathing was harsh, as was her\nown, as he roughly turned her to face him. Looking into his eyes for the first\ntime, she was overwhelmed at the blatant carnality visible there. He truly\nlooked the part of a Wolverine, a dangerous creature.
\nJean pressed her hands against Logan's chest and shook her head in negation of\nwhat was happening. He chuckled, raising her skirt and pressing hard against\nher. Her head hit the brick wall with a gentle thud as she attempted to avoid\nhis lips, now determined to find their way to hers. He grunted, pressing his\nbody yet harder against her flesh as his mouth found its prize with an\nenthusiastic vengeance. It was almost too much for her. His tongue was warm and\nsoft, but hard at the same time as it danced around her own, forcing her mouth\nfully open and invading every nook and cranny. She found herself wondering what\nthat tongue would feel like in other, darker places as she gave in, emitting\nlittle gasps of pleasure as their tongues slid against each other, soft and\nmoist and hard and fast and slow and wet.
\nHow could she let this happen? The thought fled to the forefront of her\nawareness causing her to pull back slightly. The whispered \"no\" uttered from her\nopen mouth only made Logan laugh harshly. The way he looked at her now, the way\nhe was behaving, it was like she’d never known him at all. In desperation, Jean\npushed against this stranger, this violator, this man she suddenly wanted more\nthan anything, and tried to escape his clutches. Muscled arms blocked her\nretreat, pinning her harder against the wall, as first one large, lean thigh,\nthen another, spread her legs wide. He stared at her for a moment as a single\ntear of shame trickled its way over her soft cheeks before falling silently from\nher chin to her chest. He knew he'd won then, and took full advantage of the\nconquest.
\nWith one hand at her waist, he used the other to expertly cut the buttons from\nher blouse with one carefully extended metallic claw, exposing her well-formed\ntits and pink nipples. He grunted like a savage beast as his mouth descended\nupon her soft mounds, biting and suckling and licking her to an exhilarated\nfrenzy. Her hands moved to his dark, wild hair as she ran her fingers through\nit, pulling it first gently then harder. There was no turning back now.
\nThe muscled thighs that had spread her now lifted her slightly as he worked the\nfastenings of his jeans, eager to release what had been caged. One hand came\nbeneath her ass, lifting her further as his throbbing organ finally found\nrelease. She could feel its warmth and hardness against her legs and knew she\nwas in for a big, thick ride.
\nHe moved his other hand beneath her opposite ass cheek, lifting her still more,\npositioning her for maximum penetration while his mouth still suckled its way\nfrom her breasts to her mouth and back again. He dropped her slightly, reveling\nin her cry of delight as he entered her hard and deep. He kept the position for\na moment, watching the total abandonment now apparent in Jean's face, and\nluxuriating in the sensation of finally having what he'd always craved. Jean\nGray. He owned her now.
\nLifting and dropping, Logan's beautiful, hard cock found its way in and out of\nher drenched, tight slit, over and over again. When she tightened her muscles\naround his organ, it was all he could do to hold back, to keep his strokes\nmeasured enough not to release his load. It was obvious from the way she gripped\nthe wall and clenched her thighs around his waist and threw back her head, mouth\nopen, first moaning then making small gasps of pleasure that she loved the feel\nof him inside of her. He could feel the pleasure dripping from her, and he knew\nhe couldn't hold back much longer. Growling with lust, he quickened and deepened\nhis pace, pounding her pussy until she screamed, her sweating body wracked with\nwave after wave of rapture. As her eyes rolled back with the intensity of her\norgasms, he managed a final, violent thrust before releasing his seed deep\nwithin her along with a roar of victory. He held her there against the wall,\nboth of their bodies sticky, sweaty, and shaky, as the culmination of their\npassion trickled to the dirty sidewalk.
\nJean was uncertain how long they remained locked together; she, with eyes closed\nand head against the wall, Logan, with face buried between her tits and cock\nstill inside her. It was surreal, almost a dream. And she didn’t want it to end,\nthough it shamed her to admit it.
\nEventually, he lifted her gently, placing her feet on the sidewalk and brushing\na stray strand of hair from her face. Logan smiled, narrowing his eyes as he ran\nhis tongue lightly over her open lips. He knew she'd loved every minute of their\nclandestine fuck-fest. And he also knew he'd have her again. He'd have her as\noften as he wanted, and to hell with Scott. If Cyclops couldn't keep Jean happy,\nWolverine would damn sure fill the position. Fill, being the key word.
\n\"See you soon, Jeanie,\" he promised. With one last squeeze of her breasts, one\nlast tweak of her still hard nipples, he turned, making a quick exit down the\nother end of the alley. She could hear his departing chuckle as she held her\nruined blouse tightly around her, a few tears of self-reproach making their\nescape from her eyes, and she knew that this would not be the last time she\nwould experience such bliss-filled humiliation.
\nAs the sky lightened to an early dawn, Jean made her way home with shaky steps\nand a memorable soreness between her sticky thighs, knowing that no matter what\nshe might tell herself, she'd never change her route home from the teen center.\nNot now. Not ever.
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