Trick or Treat...Halloween Sneak Peek...
Graphic M/F sex follows. Usual disclaimers apply. I'm marking this one as "friends only" for your viewing pleasure.
Chapter Nine: The Payoff
I had had enough of living through other people’s dreams. It was time to give my darling lover a little reality check. Now that I’d tasted the forbidden fruit, I was hungry for something more…substantial.
I started my own little guerilla campaign, letting my thoughts wander into sensual territory…and conveniently forgetting to shield them from him. If I happened to walk behind him I admired the muscular curves of his ass. If I sat across from him at lunch, I watched the way his lips and tongue moved as he ate, imagining them somewhere much more intimate. If I happened to pass by the open doorway of his classroom, I’d pause and imagine myself one of his students--one in dire need of discipline.
I thought this would get a reaction from him. If not make him horny, at least annoy him. But, I got nothing except the occasional glance or a pause in his speech. After a few days, I was quite frustrated. Horny as hell, really. I know he heard my thoughts. If I’d projected any harder everyone would have heard them. I was starting to wonder if he was playing with me. Or maybe he’d taken the Professor’s lectures on privacy among telepaths a bit too seriously.
O.K. then, it was time to up the ante a bit.
Now I didn’t restrict my lustful thoughts to just Scott. If I daydreamed about Warren, I let a few flashes of snowy white feathers and golden hair leak through. If I observed Kurt performing one of his solo practice sessions, I let my admiration of his strength and grace seep through my shields. If I caught Peter shirtless, helping Ororo with the landscaping, I let the images of sweat-sheened muscles echo from my mind to his. If Logan gave me one of those frankly lustful looks and it sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach...I made sure Scott felt it too. And every time Remy’s voice sent a shiver through me or watching his nimble fingers made me think of just what they could do to a woman…Well, if Scott didn’t crack soon, I might very well do something to spoil my “good girl” image.
That did get some reaction…Though not quite what I was hoping for. Scott became even quieter and I could feel something simmering beneath the surface that I couldn’t quite name. I was tempted to dig further, but Scott has his dignity and I wouldn’t risk destroying our relationship for the sake of my little game. Scott was one to brood quietly, letting things build up until he just couldn’t contain it any longer. Exactly what would happen when the dam broke, I wasn’t certain, but I wasn’t ready to stop there.
I had one last card in my hand, and when it was still business as usual after a week of “war,” I decided to play it.
When I woke and heard him heading for the shower, I imagined myself next to him, naked and wet. I conjured images of the two of us, bodies slick with soapy water. I projected myself, bent over, leaning against the hard tile as he took me from the rear. I imagined our cries and panting echoing off the tile and the steam rising around us. I sent these images to him…then feigned sleep when he returned, pretending to wake up when he entered. He hardly spoke to me, just dressed and gruffly said he was heading for breakfast. Shit.
I tried it again that afternoon when he was working in the garage. He’d been tinkering with the Professor’s cars for several hours and I was bored. This time I crafted a fantasy where I sat on the hood of the Professor’s gleaming black Mercedes while Scott fucked me hard, his greasy hands leaving black smudges on my skin. I was leaning against that very same car when I heard him drop a wrench with a curse as he leaned under the hood of a blue BMW. He paused in his work and I though I felt his eyes on me, but it was hard to tell behind those ruby glasses of his. I was disappointed when he returned to his work without saying anything. So I left him alone for the rest of the evening.
And I slept alone that night. Or at least I tried. I must have tossed and turned for hours before I gave in and pulled out my toys. The orgasms I gave myself released enough tension to let me sleep, but they did little else to soothe my frustration.
The next day I couldn’t seem to stop the stream of erotic thoughts that wound through my mind. My dreams had been filled with images I’d gleaned from my teammates’ fantasies. I moved through the daily routine with only half a mind on my duties.
By the time we met in the conference room to discuss the day’s planned Danger Room sessions, I’d given up on trying to keep my mind on business. As Scott rose to give his briefing, all I could see was our bodies intertwined in the center of the polished wooden table. My fingers played restlessly with the neatly printed briefing in front of me while my dream self proceeded to sweep the table clean of everything but herself and her lover with sensual abandon. It was only when Scott stopped speaking that I realized I had been projecting this to him as well. I blushed under his stare.
“Do I have everyone’s attention?” Scott tossed his copy of the briefing onto the table with more force than was necessary, causing some of the pages to slip from their binding. There were murmurs of assent from around the table and glances back and forth. I added my voice to theirs and tried to focus again on the briefing. I could feel Remy’s eyes resting on me and wondered just how transparent I was. I steadied my shields and fixed my gaze back on Scott who was speaking again.
In just moments, my mind was drifting again and I knew it was hopeless. Scott was beginning to wind down and I realized I’d heard very little of what he’d said. And he was speaking to me.
“Jean? Did you get that?” Scott sounded impatient, and now everyone was looking at me.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I’m just not...myself today.” I stammered, realizing what I had just missed was probably important. Going into a Danger Room session blind was never a good idea. What was happening to me? Scott had every right to be angry.
“In that case, Storm will lead today’s exercises.” Scott moved to stand beside my chair, his jaw set in a hard line. He glanced at me, then at Ororo. “Jean and I will be sitting this one out.”
“Of course.” Ororo accepted the change in plans with her graceful competence.
“But, Scott…” I started to protest, then fell silent as he turned his ruby shielded eyes back to me. I could feel something boiling beneath the surface of his mind.
“No.” Scott stood silent as the others filed out, heading towards the locker rooms to suit up. He didn’t move until the last of them passed through the door. I waited anxiously and was startled as he took my elbow and pulled me from my seat.
“Scott?”
“Not here.” I let myself be herded from the conference room and through the corridors. I could feel his presence like a dark thundercloud beside me, his thoughts churning. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch them. He would sense it and it would make him even angrier.
He hustled me along silently, his grip on my elbow almost painfully tight. I stole glances at his face and could only see the hard set of his mouth and jaw beneath his glasses. I’d gone too far with my game. Scott took his duties as a leader and X-Man very seriously.
We reached his room and he propelled me inside. Finally, he let go of me to lock the door. He stood there a moment with his back to me.
“Scott I…”
He whirled around and suddenly I found myself pressed against the wall. He caught my wrists pinning them to the wall and his face was just inches from mine. I was too startled to struggle or protest.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, Jean?” He hissed in my ear as one knee pressed between my thighs. I gasped a little and my heart began to beat faster.
“I...I just wanted…” Now that the moment had come, my tongue wouldn’t form the words. My brain couldn’t seem to piece the thought together. I could feel his body, all hard lean muscle against mine and smell the clean fresh scent of his aftershave. The warmth of his breath on my face sent a shiver through me.
“Wanted what?” He pressed even closer and I could feel his rising erection. I gasped as he ground his pelvis against mine and tightened his grip on my wrists even more. “You wanted what, Jean?”
“You know what I want.” I leaned forward to try to kiss him, but he held himself just out of reach of my lips.
“Do I?” He shifted again pressing his thigh between my legs. He leaned close again. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you…” I whispered.
“Want me to what?” His thigh moved, rubbing against me. “Tell me Jean. Say it.” He spoke in my ear and I could feel the boiling of his thoughts just beneath the surface. His lips brushed the side of my neck. I swallowed hard.
“Fuck me, Scott. Just…Fuck me.”
Then his lips were on mine, hard and demanding. I struggled in his grip, not to get away, but for greater contact. My heart thudded in my chest and a nervous thrill passed through me. This was the Scott I’d been looking for.
He left me gasping for air as his mouth moved to my neck where he bit me hard enough to make me cry out. Then he released my wrists and wrapped his arms around me pulling me into the room toward the bed. As his grip on my wrists broke, so did the dam that held back his thoughts. They flooded through my mind, heavy with lust, dark with frustration and anger.
I let them wash through me, dropping my shields, leaving myself open to him. I drank in this darker side of my lover even as our hands began to peel the clothes from our bodies. His kisses left my lips feeling swollen and bruised while his hands seemed like fiery brands as they passed over my skin.
In just moments our clothes lay discarded on the floor. There were no tender kisses or soft caresses this time. He grabbed me roughly by the hair, pulling my head back to bare my neck to his lips and teeth as his other hand pinched my nipples hard enough to make me squirm. I reached for him, clutching at his head as he bit and sucked at my neck. After a moment, he left off my aching nipples and plunged his hand between my legs, rubbing hard across my clit and dipping his fingers into my entrance.
I moaned and squirmed under the rough pistoning of his fingers and the hungry feeding of his mouth. His thoughts continued to crash through mine, echoing my own fantasies back at me, this time darkened with his own frustration and jealousy. It was as much this onslaught of images and emotions as his touch that wrung a shuddering orgasm from me. I cried out with my climax and was left shaking and panting afterwards.
He gave me no time to rest now, letting go of my hair and shoving me back against the bed. Rough hands parted my thighs and threw my legs over his shoulders. I caught the grim set of his mouth and jaw just before he thrust himself into me with unrestrained force. He began a hard, fast rhythm punctuated by his grunts and my moans.
“Yes...Fuck me, Scott. Fuck…Me!” I finally found my voice between pants. God it felt good! He thrust even harder and deeper and I heard myself cry out as another orgasm crashed over me. Brilliant flashes of color seemed to sparkle behind my eyelids as my body arched beneath him.
I heard him grunt in response and felt a wave of grim satisfaction pass through him. It was quickly swept away as the tension within him grew. His rhythm changed, slowing a little, his thrusts becoming a little harder and deeper.
“Jean…” He growled my name and I knew he was getting close. I opened my mind to him even further as he fell into his final rhythm. One last deep thrust and his climax echoed through both of us, wiping away all thought and leaving us shaking and breathless. We lay like that for a long moment until my body began to protest beneath his weight. Still linked to my mind, he sensed it before I could speak and drew back, rolling me aside. He pulled me back against his chest and tucked my head beneath his chin.
“Why all the games? You could have asked.” His anger was beginning to fade a bit.
“And spoil my ‘good girl’ image?” His mind was quieter now, and he chuckled.
“You...Have been a very naughty girl.” He pulled me a little closer and tweaked a nipple playfully.
“I guess I’ve been caught, then.” I couldn’t help but smile a little.
“You’re secrets safe with me.”
The end…For now.
Chapter Nine: The Payoff
I had had enough of living through other people’s dreams. It was time to give my darling lover a little reality check. Now that I’d tasted the forbidden fruit, I was hungry for something more…substantial.
I started my own little guerilla campaign, letting my thoughts wander into sensual territory…and conveniently forgetting to shield them from him. If I happened to walk behind him I admired the muscular curves of his ass. If I sat across from him at lunch, I watched the way his lips and tongue moved as he ate, imagining them somewhere much more intimate. If I happened to pass by the open doorway of his classroom, I’d pause and imagine myself one of his students--one in dire need of discipline.
I thought this would get a reaction from him. If not make him horny, at least annoy him. But, I got nothing except the occasional glance or a pause in his speech. After a few days, I was quite frustrated. Horny as hell, really. I know he heard my thoughts. If I’d projected any harder everyone would have heard them. I was starting to wonder if he was playing with me. Or maybe he’d taken the Professor’s lectures on privacy among telepaths a bit too seriously.
O.K. then, it was time to up the ante a bit.
Now I didn’t restrict my lustful thoughts to just Scott. If I daydreamed about Warren, I let a few flashes of snowy white feathers and golden hair leak through. If I observed Kurt performing one of his solo practice sessions, I let my admiration of his strength and grace seep through my shields. If I caught Peter shirtless, helping Ororo with the landscaping, I let the images of sweat-sheened muscles echo from my mind to his. If Logan gave me one of those frankly lustful looks and it sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach...I made sure Scott felt it too. And every time Remy’s voice sent a shiver through me or watching his nimble fingers made me think of just what they could do to a woman…Well, if Scott didn’t crack soon, I might very well do something to spoil my “good girl” image.
That did get some reaction…Though not quite what I was hoping for. Scott became even quieter and I could feel something simmering beneath the surface that I couldn’t quite name. I was tempted to dig further, but Scott has his dignity and I wouldn’t risk destroying our relationship for the sake of my little game. Scott was one to brood quietly, letting things build up until he just couldn’t contain it any longer. Exactly what would happen when the dam broke, I wasn’t certain, but I wasn’t ready to stop there.
I had one last card in my hand, and when it was still business as usual after a week of “war,” I decided to play it.
When I woke and heard him heading for the shower, I imagined myself next to him, naked and wet. I conjured images of the two of us, bodies slick with soapy water. I projected myself, bent over, leaning against the hard tile as he took me from the rear. I imagined our cries and panting echoing off the tile and the steam rising around us. I sent these images to him…then feigned sleep when he returned, pretending to wake up when he entered. He hardly spoke to me, just dressed and gruffly said he was heading for breakfast. Shit.
I tried it again that afternoon when he was working in the garage. He’d been tinkering with the Professor’s cars for several hours and I was bored. This time I crafted a fantasy where I sat on the hood of the Professor’s gleaming black Mercedes while Scott fucked me hard, his greasy hands leaving black smudges on my skin. I was leaning against that very same car when I heard him drop a wrench with a curse as he leaned under the hood of a blue BMW. He paused in his work and I though I felt his eyes on me, but it was hard to tell behind those ruby glasses of his. I was disappointed when he returned to his work without saying anything. So I left him alone for the rest of the evening.
And I slept alone that night. Or at least I tried. I must have tossed and turned for hours before I gave in and pulled out my toys. The orgasms I gave myself released enough tension to let me sleep, but they did little else to soothe my frustration.
The next day I couldn’t seem to stop the stream of erotic thoughts that wound through my mind. My dreams had been filled with images I’d gleaned from my teammates’ fantasies. I moved through the daily routine with only half a mind on my duties.
By the time we met in the conference room to discuss the day’s planned Danger Room sessions, I’d given up on trying to keep my mind on business. As Scott rose to give his briefing, all I could see was our bodies intertwined in the center of the polished wooden table. My fingers played restlessly with the neatly printed briefing in front of me while my dream self proceeded to sweep the table clean of everything but herself and her lover with sensual abandon. It was only when Scott stopped speaking that I realized I had been projecting this to him as well. I blushed under his stare.
“Do I have everyone’s attention?” Scott tossed his copy of the briefing onto the table with more force than was necessary, causing some of the pages to slip from their binding. There were murmurs of assent from around the table and glances back and forth. I added my voice to theirs and tried to focus again on the briefing. I could feel Remy’s eyes resting on me and wondered just how transparent I was. I steadied my shields and fixed my gaze back on Scott who was speaking again.
In just moments, my mind was drifting again and I knew it was hopeless. Scott was beginning to wind down and I realized I’d heard very little of what he’d said. And he was speaking to me.
“Jean? Did you get that?” Scott sounded impatient, and now everyone was looking at me.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I’m just not...myself today.” I stammered, realizing what I had just missed was probably important. Going into a Danger Room session blind was never a good idea. What was happening to me? Scott had every right to be angry.
“In that case, Storm will lead today’s exercises.” Scott moved to stand beside my chair, his jaw set in a hard line. He glanced at me, then at Ororo. “Jean and I will be sitting this one out.”
“Of course.” Ororo accepted the change in plans with her graceful competence.
“But, Scott…” I started to protest, then fell silent as he turned his ruby shielded eyes back to me. I could feel something boiling beneath the surface of his mind.
“No.” Scott stood silent as the others filed out, heading towards the locker rooms to suit up. He didn’t move until the last of them passed through the door. I waited anxiously and was startled as he took my elbow and pulled me from my seat.
“Scott?”
“Not here.” I let myself be herded from the conference room and through the corridors. I could feel his presence like a dark thundercloud beside me, his thoughts churning. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch them. He would sense it and it would make him even angrier.
He hustled me along silently, his grip on my elbow almost painfully tight. I stole glances at his face and could only see the hard set of his mouth and jaw beneath his glasses. I’d gone too far with my game. Scott took his duties as a leader and X-Man very seriously.
We reached his room and he propelled me inside. Finally, he let go of me to lock the door. He stood there a moment with his back to me.
“Scott I…”
He whirled around and suddenly I found myself pressed against the wall. He caught my wrists pinning them to the wall and his face was just inches from mine. I was too startled to struggle or protest.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, Jean?” He hissed in my ear as one knee pressed between my thighs. I gasped a little and my heart began to beat faster.
“I...I just wanted…” Now that the moment had come, my tongue wouldn’t form the words. My brain couldn’t seem to piece the thought together. I could feel his body, all hard lean muscle against mine and smell the clean fresh scent of his aftershave. The warmth of his breath on my face sent a shiver through me.
“Wanted what?” He pressed even closer and I could feel his rising erection. I gasped as he ground his pelvis against mine and tightened his grip on my wrists even more. “You wanted what, Jean?”
“You know what I want.” I leaned forward to try to kiss him, but he held himself just out of reach of my lips.
“Do I?” He shifted again pressing his thigh between my legs. He leaned close again. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you…” I whispered.
“Want me to what?” His thigh moved, rubbing against me. “Tell me Jean. Say it.” He spoke in my ear and I could feel the boiling of his thoughts just beneath the surface. His lips brushed the side of my neck. I swallowed hard.
“Fuck me, Scott. Just…Fuck me.”
Then his lips were on mine, hard and demanding. I struggled in his grip, not to get away, but for greater contact. My heart thudded in my chest and a nervous thrill passed through me. This was the Scott I’d been looking for.
He left me gasping for air as his mouth moved to my neck where he bit me hard enough to make me cry out. Then he released my wrists and wrapped his arms around me pulling me into the room toward the bed. As his grip on my wrists broke, so did the dam that held back his thoughts. They flooded through my mind, heavy with lust, dark with frustration and anger.
I let them wash through me, dropping my shields, leaving myself open to him. I drank in this darker side of my lover even as our hands began to peel the clothes from our bodies. His kisses left my lips feeling swollen and bruised while his hands seemed like fiery brands as they passed over my skin.
In just moments our clothes lay discarded on the floor. There were no tender kisses or soft caresses this time. He grabbed me roughly by the hair, pulling my head back to bare my neck to his lips and teeth as his other hand pinched my nipples hard enough to make me squirm. I reached for him, clutching at his head as he bit and sucked at my neck. After a moment, he left off my aching nipples and plunged his hand between my legs, rubbing hard across my clit and dipping his fingers into my entrance.
I moaned and squirmed under the rough pistoning of his fingers and the hungry feeding of his mouth. His thoughts continued to crash through mine, echoing my own fantasies back at me, this time darkened with his own frustration and jealousy. It was as much this onslaught of images and emotions as his touch that wrung a shuddering orgasm from me. I cried out with my climax and was left shaking and panting afterwards.
He gave me no time to rest now, letting go of my hair and shoving me back against the bed. Rough hands parted my thighs and threw my legs over his shoulders. I caught the grim set of his mouth and jaw just before he thrust himself into me with unrestrained force. He began a hard, fast rhythm punctuated by his grunts and my moans.
“Yes...Fuck me, Scott. Fuck…Me!” I finally found my voice between pants. God it felt good! He thrust even harder and deeper and I heard myself cry out as another orgasm crashed over me. Brilliant flashes of color seemed to sparkle behind my eyelids as my body arched beneath him.
I heard him grunt in response and felt a wave of grim satisfaction pass through him. It was quickly swept away as the tension within him grew. His rhythm changed, slowing a little, his thrusts becoming a little harder and deeper.
“Jean…” He growled my name and I knew he was getting close. I opened my mind to him even further as he fell into his final rhythm. One last deep thrust and his climax echoed through both of us, wiping away all thought and leaving us shaking and breathless. We lay like that for a long moment until my body began to protest beneath his weight. Still linked to my mind, he sensed it before I could speak and drew back, rolling me aside. He pulled me back against his chest and tucked my head beneath his chin.
“Why all the games? You could have asked.” His anger was beginning to fade a bit.
“And spoil my ‘good girl’ image?” His mind was quieter now, and he chuckled.
“You...Have been a very naughty girl.” He pulled me a little closer and tweaked a nipple playfully.
“I guess I’ve been caught, then.” I couldn’t help but smile a little.
“You’re secrets safe with me.”
The end…For now.