You Meet the Nicest People
by
Rocky-Cat


Disclaimer: These characters belong solely to Marvel. I've just enjoyed borrowing them for a while. As I don't stand to make any money off of this, please don't bother to sue me. There's just no point to it. Feel free to archive at will, as long as proper credit is assigned.

Note: This story is a fantasy involving adult characters. That's why no one in it wears a motorcycle helmet, despite the fact that it's the law in most states, including New York. Law or not, it just makes plain good sense to always wear a helmet and protective clothing.

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"Thwack!" Jubilee woke up with a start as a bare hand came down with a resounding crack across her equally bare butt.

"Time to get up, lazy." Wolverine had the faintest trace of a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He was already dressed in a plain black T-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans that fit his hard thighs and tight ass in a very mouth-watering way. Not too suggestive, but when you knew what was under there. . . well. . . "You have half an hour. Get yerself up an' dressed an' downstairs now. And no shorts or tank tops. Now move it!"

Jubilee resisted the urge to snap him a smart-alecky salute as he left his room. *It's going to take a lot more than half an hour to get over last night,* she thought rubbing her sore rear end and stretching cramped muscles. *It'll be a miracle if I can stand up at all today. Thank G-d there're no training exercises on tap.* What a night it had been. She and Wolvie had made love all night until she'd lost track of how many orgasms she'd had. Now he was wide-awake and up as if he hadn't a reason in the world to be tired. *That's what you get for taking up with a guy with a healing factor, girlfriend.*

*Half an hour? Gawd, I need that much time just to do my hair!* Jubilee scrambled out of bed and took a quick glance out the window on her way to the shower. It was a beautiful October day in Westchester which meant that the leaves were changing color, the air would be crisp, the temperature would be bracing, and little kids would be planning their Halloween costumes and dreaming about the upcoming sugar-fest. An absurd thought caused her to laugh out loud as she imagined herself and the Wolvster in full battle dress ringing some poor guy's doorbell and shouting, "Trick or Treat!"

She toweled off quickly and, taking a cue from the way Wolvie was dressed, slipped on jeans and a T-shirt and ran downstairs, breathless and, of course, late. Racing through the kitchen at record setting pace, she grabbed a doughnut - *After last night I need all the energy I can get* - and skidded out the door to see Wolverine leaning up against his bike with his arms crossed against his chest and a general air of exasperation about him.

"What took ya so long, kid?" he growled, but his eyes roamed over her body possessively and intently, reminding her that calling her "kid" was just force of habit now. He sure hadn't treated her like a kid last night or the night before, or. . .

"Here. Put this on," he said, cutting into her reverie by tossing her a nicely broken-in motorcycle jacket similar to the one he was wearing. The black leather had an earthy, elemental smell to it; something steeped in a primal eroticism too old to fathom.

*Whatever.* Jubilee slipped it on and found it's unexpected weight strangely comforting. "Where're we going, Wolvie?"

"Out."

*Jeez, he's even less talkative today than usual and that's saying something. Pro'lly best to just go with the flow. But, hey, this is so cool. All this time pestering him and I finally get to take a ride on the scoot. Awesome!*

Wolverine had the Harley warmed up and he was looking at her over his shoulder, waiting impatiently for her to get on. Jubilee got up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle. The bike gave out a full-throated guttural roar that sounded remarkably like its owner as that owner put the bike in gear and took them off the mansion grounds onto the New York country roads.

* * * * *

They'd been riding for about an hour or so, not that Jubilee was especially aware of the time. The sun had burnt off the morning chill and the autumn scenery was like something out of a tourist brochure, all leaves and colors and low mountains in sharp relief. They had hardly seen another person all morning. Not at all like SoCal, but maybe there were some advantages to being back East.

One of those advantages was sitting in front of her right now in very intimate contact. There wasn't much else to do but enjoy the day. It wasn't as if you could have some deep conversation with someone on the back of a bike doing, like, 60 on winding roads. That left Jubilee a lot of time to think about things, anything that entered her mind, and she began to understand why Wolvie just took off on his bike so often when things weren't going well. You could just sort of let things ramble through your mind at their own pace and sort themselves out however they wanted. Another little piece of understanding fell into place and that gave Jubilee a warm feeling.

Not half so warm, though, as the feeling that was growing in another part of her body. Here she was with her arms wrapped tightly around this totally hot man - her man - her thighs lying snugly behind his, her groin pressed right into his ass, and inhaling the mixed scent of leather, exhaust fumes, and raw male. Moving with his body as the bike leaned into curves and turns wasn't all that different from moving with him in bed, either. A pretty potent combination, even for someone without enhanced senses.

Not only that, but there was another bonus to this way cool setup. A motorcycle revving at certain rpm's can set up some subtle but significant vibrations. By shifting her hips slightly, Jubilee was able to take advantage of these vibrations in a way that was getting her distinctly wet.

Up front, Logan was grinning wickedly. He hadn't had anything special in mind, other than just getting outside, when he'd decided to take Jubilee and the bike and hit the road. Still, it was plainly obvious what was happening behind him. He could smell the subtle changes in Jubilee's scent as she'd become more and more aroused and he could feel her scooting her hips around to use the bike as a giant vibrator. His sensitive ears picked up something that sounded suspiciously like a purr coming from behind him and the grin widened. He'd used that bike for a lot of things over the years but a sex toy was a new one on him. What's more, Jubilee, unconsciously or not, had dropped one hand from her grip on his waist and was now holding onto his "saddle horn." Which was getting harder and harder by the moment.

Taking the bike off-road, Logan found a very small clearing amongst the trees. He stopped and waited for Jubilee to get off behind him.

"Jeez Louise, Wolvie, no wonder you like that thing so much! I'll just bet that's why girls go off with Remy all the time." She was babbling again, trying to catch her breath and deflect Wolvie's attention from her state of arousal.

Too late.

"No talkin', 'kay, darlin'?" The predator bared his teeth in a wolfish smile and moved in.

Wolverine slid his hands down from Jubilee's shoulders to her hips and pulled her up against him hard. His hands were on her ass holding her tightly against his straining erection as his mouth came down over hers. She could feel the fever in him and wanted nothing more than to absorb that burning heat into her body. His tongue licked at her lips as Jubilee pulled Logan's lower lip into her mouth and sucked and nipped lightly at it.

"Ya tryin' to eat me whole, kid?" he breathed, pulling his lip free of her teeth.

"Not right now, but I can later if you like."

"Smart mouth," he griped, taking charge of the kiss and probing her mouth with his tongue oh so sweetly. His tongue drove deeply then traced the fine edge of her teeth before once again tangling with hers. One hand remained on her butt, rhythmically kneading, while the other reached around front and began sliding up under her shirt. His thick fingers were leaving trails of fire as they moved up her body slowly at a maddening pace until they reached her bra. His hand continued upwards, pushing the bra up and out of his way, as if it weren't even there. With an almost non-existent touch, Logan moved his palm over her erect nipple, circling and teasing, until Jubilee moaned quietly into his mouth.

Trailing hot kisses down the line of her jaw and the side of her neck, Wolverine moved down until his mouth was at her breast. Slowly he began licking at her nipple, making it even harder, if that was possible. He circled his tongue around it and drew it into his mouth. Then he started on the other. Jubilee threaded her fingers through his thick hair and held his head tightly to her. She leaned back into the support of Wolvie's arm, the only thing keeping her legs from collapsing and sending her tumbling back against the bike.

Logan slipped his free hand down between her legs and cupped his palm against the core of her desire. Even through the weight of her denim jeans Jubilee could feel the heat of his hand and the promise of pleasure in those strong fingers. She pushed harder into his hand, rubbing and bucking.

"Wolvie, please, now. . . "

"You don't have ta beg me, darlin'. You never have ta beg." He pulled at the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down. Impatient now, he grabbed her hips and pushed both her jeans and panties down to her ankles in one swift movement. The sheer intensity and animal determination in his rugged face caught at Jubilee and made her want to give back to him everything she was feeling now -- the need, the anticipation, the ferocity, the immense satisfaction she knew was coming.

Without warning, Logan spun her around and pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to bend over the bike. At the same time she heard the zipper of his jeans and felt the hardness of his released cock pushing unrelentingly at her butt cheeks. The leather of the saddle was still warm with their body heat and, with a flash of insight, Jubilee realized that the Wolvster had known all along what was happening to her on the bike. *You old rat,* she thought and tossed a quick grin over her shoulder. She was met by a snarl, not of anger, but of lust, love, and need.

Jubilee felt the head of Logan's cock at her entrance, hot, hard, and insistent. One of his hands was still on her shoulder but the other now moved between her legs and unerringly found her clitoris. His blunt fingers flicked over the hard nub and stroked gently, then rapidly, as if to pull every last sensation from her body. Her breathing was coming harder and faster and she was sure that her legs would give out when she felt Logan enter her and sheathe himself fully in one stroke. He was so hard and thick and so damn exciting that Jubilee began squirming and pushing herself back against him to get even more.

"Wait, darlin'. . . still. . . don' move. . . yet." Logan's breath was ragged and Jubilee realized that he was struggling to hold on to his control. That she could bring this incredibly powerful man to this state was totally amazing. Just as quickly, though, she was reminded just how much control he had over her as his fingers started moving on her clitoris again and she nearly dissolved in a puddle of liquid heat.

*Wait be damned,* she thought, pushing back into him hard and forcing him to start a fierce rhythm that left no room in her mind for any thoughts whatsoever. Hard, hot, and wet were the only elements in Jubilee's world. They were outdoors in daylight, kind of like the first time, but different. Logan couldn't even wait to undress her this time, claws or no, she thought, aware of so many sensations including the soft denim of the jeans he still wore brushing up against her naked thighs. *Now this is kinky,* she thought feverishly.

A low growl built up behind her as Logan increased the pace of his thrusts. Jubilee matched his movements and felt the oncoming rush of pure feeling. The mixed smells of leather and cigar smoke, the sound of Logan's passion, the feel of his body, his clothes, his bike, and the cool October air swirling over her body were too, too much. She exploded in orgasm, calling his name, thankful for the bike under her catching her weight. The sound and feel of her pleasure pushed Logan over the edge and, grabbing her hips and thrusting ferociously, he found release in Jubilee's body.

Minutes later Jubilee tried to lift herself up and found herself pinned to the bike by a large, heavy, hairy Wolverine. "Wolvie," she squeaked,"lemme up. . . please."

"Sure thing, darlin'," he chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound that too few people had ever heard.

"Well, at least you remembered that I didn't want to be on the bottom on the ground again."

"The ground? I wasn't gonna wait that long for ya, Jubes," he said, easing his weight up and helping her to stand. "The way you were moving on that bike, yer lucky we didn't find out if a 'flying fuck' really is possible."

Jubilee bent down to pull up her jeans and to cover the embarrassed blush that was staining her face, all the while grinning like an idiot on the inside.

"C'mon. Ya ready ta go back to the mansion?"

"Already, Wolvie? We just started."

"Damn straight we just started. Now git."

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They walked back inside, not actually touching, but close enough to feel the heat radiating between them. They didn't draw too many second glances, either. That was nice. Jubilee was getting tired of feeling as if she were on display in some freak show. After Jean and Scott - especially Jean - had given their Mutant Housekeeping Seal of Approval to Wolvie's involvement with her pretty much all of the other X-Men had fallen into line behind them or ignored them as a couple completely. Which was fine with her.

Jubilee understood at a logical level that the incredible endorphin high she was on now couldn't last forever. Sooner or later reality would butt it's ugly head in and she and Logan would have a fight, or hurt each other, or something totally mundane like everyday life would happen and at least some of the glow would wear off. Logan had already said as much and she supposed it was true. Still, this was one helluva ride and she intended to hang on for all she was worth.

They passed Gambit on their way to the kitchen.

"Nice ride, mes amis?" he asked, taking in their motorcycle leathers.

*You don't know the half of it,* thought Jubilee.

"Put a sock in it, Gumbo." Wolverine was his usual charming self, leaving the mystified Cajun to wonder what he had said to merit that response.

*Ah well. Life too short f'dis boy ta worry 'bout bein' bit by an ol' swamp gator like Logan.* Remy shrugged expressively and moved on, looking for some non-confrontational conversation.

"Wolvie, you didn't have to take his head off like that. Gambit just asked an innocent question."

"Darlin', there's nothing innocent 'bout that boy. 'Sides," Logan grinned ferally, "if I'd really wanted to take his head off. . . "

SNICKT

Jubilee just smiled and shook her head. *Men!* "C'mon. Let's raid the fridge. I could use something to eat."

"When can't you?"

"Well, if Ah don't keep mah energy up, sugah, Ah maht just waste away to nuthin'. An' where would that leave li'l ol' you?" Hands on hips, Jubilee fluttered her eyelashes and did her best over-the-top impression of Rogue's honeyed southern drawl.

"Okay, Sarah Bernhardt. I get the message. Let's go fill that hollow leg of yers. Then maybe there's somethin' else I can fill for ya." The last was said with an exaggerated leer and a wiggling of eyebrows that made Wolverine look like a demented Grouch Marx. All he was missing was a pair of glasses and his usual stogie.

"Last one to the fridge is a stale Twinkie!"

* * * * *

Jubilee looked around Logan's room and was surprised once again by its appearance. Its Spartan simplicity wasn't unexpected. When you moved around as much as he did and at such short notice you clearly didn't want to be burdened by material possessions. Also, his affinity for all things Asian made Japanese minimalism an obvious choice for décor.

No, she decided, it was more his attention to detail. The room was spotless, the laundry was clean and neatly folded away, and any dust bunny foolhardy enough to show itself in this room would have gotten six inches of adamantium through its fuzzy little cottontail. So unlike her own room. Just finding clean clothes was an adventure. Finding her bed was a miracle. And finding her desk would require a special mission by a full team of X-men. No wonder Wolvie preferred his room to hers.

Which made the two pillar candles she'd brought over the day before stand out even more. It was a whim, but she'd really felt the room needed some small personal touch. Wolverine hadn't said anything about it, but hadn't moved them from where she'd put them by the side of the bed, either.

With the shades down the room was even darker than she'd expected for late afternoon. Still, the days were getting shorter now and maybe that had something to do with it. Rather than turn on the lights, Jubilee paffed the candles lightly and was satisfied with the warm glow they brought to the otherwise austere room.

"Oof!" Jubilee had tried to sit down on the bed but ending up dropping down gracelessly. "There isn't any part of me that doesn't hurt," she groaned. Danger Room simulations weren't like a day at the mall but the Wolvster's very loving attentions and the morning's motorcycle ride had let her know that some sets of muscles were definitely not being exercised adequately.

Logan grinned knowingly and said, "C'mon, Jubes, take off yer clothes."

"Honestly, Wolvie, I don't think I can do that now," she protested, putting up her hands defensively.

"I don' know what's in yer dirty little mind, darlin', but I was just offering ta give you a massage."

"Oh, um, okay, sure." Jubilee felt a little sheepish for misreading Logan's intentions. Still, she had her doubts that his intentions were as innocent as he claimed. Either way, the offer of his strong hands moving slowly across her naked body was too delicious to turn down. There just wasn't any way, though, that she could manage more than that without some serious recuperation time.

Logan had kicked off his boots was sitting up on the bed, arms crossed comfortably over his chest, legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankle. He looked very much in control and, to someone who didn't know better, very relaxed. It could be a fatal mistake to be fooled by that appearance, though. No matter how tired or how at ease Wolverine seemed, a part of his senses remained constantly on patrol and on alert for unexpected danger. That hard glint in his eye told Jubilee that he was not just resting and was more than casually interested in watching her disrobe.

Caught somewhere between embarrassment and pride at being stared at so intently, Jubilee began taking off her clothes. She didn't really have the guts or the experience yet to do a full striptease but she wanted to give Wolvie something a little extra special to keep his interest up. She kicked off her socks and sneakers and moved her hand to the button of her jeans. Holding Logan's eyes with her own, she slowly slipped the button and slid down the zipper. Just as slowly she pushed the pants down her legs, running her hands down their length. Despite her lack of height Jubilee's legs were well proportioned and very well shaped. She made sure Logan noticed that as her hands glided over them, smoothing over the exercise-hardened thighs and rounded calves.

She also took her time pulling her T-shirt over head. She never actually touched her own breasts but made Logan wait to see them. She let him have a few moments to appreciate her curves before turning her back to him and undoing the clasp of her bra. The cotton garment fell to the floor in front of her as she shook it off. Still facing away from him she slid her hands down her hips, hooking her thumbs in the sides of her bikini panties and pulling them down slowly. She bent to pull them off, giving Logan a clear view of her ass, small and tight enough to be a boy's yet with a woman's rounding in all the right places.

All the while Jubilee was aware of the heat of Logan's gaze burning into her. It was so intense it was almost a physical thing. It was as if he had somehow borrowed Cyke's optic ray and was burning a hole right through her. Shivering slightly, she turned to face him.

There was nothing in that little performance he hadn't seen yet, but never in quite that way. Logan had yet to take the time to undress Jubilee slowly and to appreciate her body aesthetically. It wasn't really his style. He generally left all the hearts and flowers stuff to that pretty-boy Cajun. The animal lurking just beneath his surface responded rapidly to sexual arousal and Logan rarely felt the need for an extended seduction. This was a different experience, though, because this was the woman he loved and needed and, although it took all his control to suppress the rising hunger in him and remember that he had promised a massage only, he was wondering if maybe it was time to rethink his technique.

"C'mere, Jubes. Face down." Logan patted the bed beside him and thought he had done an admirable job smoothing the ragged edges in his voice.

Jubilee lay down next to him and felt the bed shift as Logan rose up on his knees next to her. Then his large, slightly rough hands on her shoulders as he dug into the sore, tired muscles, easing their pain and releasing their knots. His hands moved down along her back on either side of her spine, rubbing and soothing. Arcs of electricity seemed to shoot through her in their wake. She knew the immense, truly super-human strength in those hands and was amazed at how he could subdue that power when warranted. She had to repress a giggle as his fingers reached the bottom of her spine and trailed lightly into the crack of her ass. Moving his hands up again Logan pulled her folded arms out from under her head and worked his way down each arm in turn, kneading and caressing, meticulous in detail even to the point of massaging each individual finger. As he leaned over her to reach her other arm, Jubilee felt Logan's chest brush her back and realized hazily that he had somehow lost his T-shirt. *No biggie,* she though, envisioning his broad, furred chest behind her closed eyelids. Gawd, how she loved it. *All the better to feel your hairy chest, my dear.* This time a small giggle did escape her.

"Somethin' funny, kid? Like to share?"

"Mmmm? No, nothing. Just keep doing. . . ooh, mmmm. . . whatever you're doing."

Logan moved to the foot of the bed and turned his attention to her legs. He had noticed their shape and was thoroughly enjoying their look and feel. He was also enjoying the view. Jubilee's legs had parted slightly as his hands had moved up to her thighs, giving him just the smallest glimpse of the valleys and shadows at their apex. Logan's fertile imagination was beginning to kick into overdrive. Jubilee, however, was entirely lost in a world of sensuality and practically purring her pleasure. He wouldn't have been at all surprised if she had arched her back and begun to meow.

Jubilee's appearance of relaxation was no pretense. She was so relaxed she felt almost boneless. Her sense of well being was complete. She was loved, wanted, and at the moment, pampered. The painful aches left by the losses of her childhood were slowly being eased away and she was truly, genuinely happy.

Logan squeezed her ass gently. "Turn over, darlin'. Here."

He was back sitting up in bed in the same position as before. As Jubilee turned towards him he pulled her up against him so that she was sitting between his legs, leaning back against his chest. His arms went around her waist and she let her head fall back against his shoulder. The still-burning candles threw warm shadows around the room and Jubilee rubbed her back lightly against Logan's hairy chest.

"Oh, this is sooo good."

"You are one special woman, Jubes."

Woman! He'd called her woman! Well, it was about time he'd finally acknowledged that fact. It had certainly taken long enough but man, oh man was it worth the wait.

They sat that way in companionable silence for a few moments until Logan spoke. Jubilee had been aware for some time of the tension coursing through his body but knew better than to say anything. She was surprised then by the tentative tone of his voice.

"Jubilee, darlin'? You still hurtin' too much?"

"Uhm huh." Reluctant, but truthful.

"Could ya do somethin' for me then? You can say no if ya want to."

*Say no to Wolverine? As if!* "What is it?" Curiosity was definitely getting the better of her, once again.

"Darlin', when yer alone, do you ever touch yerself? You know. . . "

Yeah, she did know. All those years when Wolvie thought she was just a pesky kid, while she was waiting for him to realize that there was more behind her shades than a mall rat with Imelda-itis - while she was waiting for him - she spent too many nights running her hands over her own body, imagining it was he who was doing it. Touching herself down there, feeling his fingers on her sweat dampened flesh and his lips on her body feeding on her passion. Fantasy after fantasy of Wolverine bringing her to the shuddering orgasms that were really her own doing. Yeah, she knew.

"Um, yeah. . . " No encouragement. Let's see where this was going.

"Darlin', would ya do that for me now? Ya don't hafta. . . "

Jubilee's breath caught. What he was asking was. . . was. . . incredibly exciting. The thought of him watching while she aroused herself and maybe brought herself off was dark, forbidden, and so erotic. Yet he was giving her the choice. She knew enough to know that not every man would respect her feelings the way Wolverine did and not even all of her friends would believe that Wolvie was capable of so much consideration.

"Yes, Wolvie, I will."

His arms still held her. She reached around and slipped her fingers into Wolverine's mouth, asking for his moisture. He gently sucked in the fingers and ran his tongue teasingly over and around them. He took up a sucking motion, using his mouth on her fingers the way she would use her mouth on his penis. He alternated between running his tongue in circles around her fingertips and drawing them deeper into his mouth, teasing and pulling. Jubilee had to pull her fingers away before she came just from the feel of his mouth.

She let her hand fall down between her legs and parted her lips to feel the wetness there. Capturing some of that moistness, too, she touched her clitoris and slid her fingers over and around until she could feel its hardness. She moved slowly, taking her time finding the right spot and occasionally dipping her fingers inside herself to spread the wetness. Where once the fantasies had been about what she wanted Logan to do to her, now they were about the things they had already done with each other. She began a rhythm that she knew would lead her inexorably to orgasm, trying desperately to take her time, to make it good for herself and Logan.

She shifted her body slightly, enjoying the feel of Logan's chest against her back and feeling secure in the circle of his thick, strong arms. She was dimly aware of his erection pushing against her ass through the tight confines of his jeans. She picked up the pace of her stroking and, as her breathing became faster and more shallow, her head once again fell back against Logan's shoulder and she made soft, mewling noises.

Those quiet sounds combined with Jubilee's wanton display for his benefit, at his request, affected Wolverine deeply. He wanted this to be good for her. He wanted to protect her and make sure everything was always good for her. He wanted to hide her away and keep this treasure all to himself always. She was giving him something very special, a secret part of herself that she'd never shared with anyone else. *And never will, if I have anything ta say.* He growled possessively, an animal defending his mate from interlopers.

He moved one hand to her breast and flicked over her hardened nipple in time with Jubilee's own pace. The dull throb in his groin was becoming painful but he willed himself to ignore it and concentrate instead on Jubilee's pleasure. He pulled and squeezed lightly at her nipple and dropped his head to suck at her earlobe. He ran his tongue around the curve of her ear and pulled the lobe through his teeth as her quiet moans became loud gasps and Jubilee began writhing and calling out her pleasure as she rushed headlong towards orgasm.

"Yes, Logan, oh, yes. . . please, now! Yessss. . . " she cried out, lost somewhere between reality and fantasy. Suddenly he bit softly into her exposed neck and she arched her back and gave in to the inevitable. Logan held her close as wave after wave shuddered through her and she called his name again and again.

She was damp with sweat and wrung out from pleasure as she slowly came back to reality. Wolvie was still holding her tightly and his composure was definitely threatened. He turned her in his arms and kissed her deeply, almost drawing what breath was left from her.

"Thank you." A sentiment that didn't come easily to him, but heartfelt nonetheless.

Jubilee grinned, fulfilled in more ways than one. "'Member what you said earlier? 'Bout me eating you whole? Still interested?" She cocked a mischievous eyebrow at him and waited for his answer.

"Don't know if you can quite manage eating me whole, kid, but I'd sure like ta watch ya try." He returned her grin but his eyes smoldered darkly.

*A challenge? We'll just see.* Jubilee's eyes gleamed and her previous exhaustion melted away. Still laying on his chest, she ran her hands down Logan's arms. His biceps were so large she doubted she could span them with both hands. There was just as much hair along his arms as there was on his chest and she absolutely reveled in its feel. She kissed his lips quickly and pulled away before he could deepen the kiss. Her hands ranged across his broad chest, brushing lightly over his flat nipples and feeling them stand up at attention. Her mouth followed behind her hands and, warm and wet, it closed gently over a hardened nipple. Logan arched and gasped, desperately trying to control the frenzy coursing through his body.

Her soft, sweet tongue flicked teasingly across his nipple, then circled, then took up the rhythm again. While her mouth came down to suck on him again one hand followed the line of hair that arrowed down from his navel into his jeans. She undid them more deftly than she would have expected and pushed them open, her mouth following the same trail. She paused to lick at his navel and nuzzle at the soft hair coating his hard, flat belly.

Logan's breathing was harsh and strained as she sat up to pull off his jeans. She needed his help to get them past his hips and was surprised he was able to manage as much. The barely restrained animal was threatening to escape from his control and Logan's arousal was becoming desperate.

"Jubes, this is torture." *The best kind,* he added silently.

In response, Jubilee took his granite-hard cock in her hand. She thought she'd never seen him quite so hard or quite so close to the edge for so long. So beautiful. She ran her thumb along his sensitive underside and enjoyed the feel of him, silk on steel. The head of his penis was an angry purple-red and he was straining against her hand, close to jerking himself off. Jubilee cupped his balls in her other hand and felt how tightly they were drawn up against his body.

"Logan, let me see your animal," she whispered.

Bending her head she lapped at the pre-cum that was dripping down towards her hand. Logan bucked his hips and growled, frustrated by the all too brief touch. His face was contorted with the agony of want, a fallen angel fighting his way up through purgatory towards blissful solace. Mercifully, Jubilee licked her way back up to the top and, after quickly toying with the slit, took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, licked at the underside, and began sliding her mouth up and down the shaft. With each stroke she picked up her pace slightly and took a little more of him into her. Finally she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and swallowed all of him at once.

The convulsive working of her throat sent Wolverine over the edge. He growled, screamed and roared, somehow all simultaneously, and grasped Jubilee's head to hold her to him. He seemed to grow even larger in her mouth and froze for a second before pumping his hips hard and coming in an impossibly long orgasm whose echoes reverberated around the room.

Jubilee swallowed what seemed to be an enormous amount of the salty-sweet fluid and kept her head nestled against Wolverine's groin long after he'd begun to go soft. Their co-mingled scents, his unmistakable musk together with her own, permeated the air. His hand rested comfortably on the top of her head and she felt secure and satisfied. She wanted to hold onto this moment and keep it going as long as possible.

As Logan's raspy breathing returned to normal she let him slip out of her mouth and levered herself up to lay beside him. He gathered her up against him and kissed her lips softly. His breathing slowly assumed the regular rhythm of sleep and Jubilee knew that it would only be moments before he rolled her over on her side and fitted himself neatly behind her, one arm clasped tightly around her middle. In those brief minutes before sleep claimed her Jubilee thought fleetingly about taming the beast that lay beside her. Better people than she had tried and failed and, besides, Logan's beast didn't scare her in the least.

It was so damn much fun.



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