by Glamour Ghoul
Part Two
Logan had abandoned her, leaving her cruelly unfulfilled and panting, teetering on the edge of release. She could see him out of the corner of her eye, hovering off to the side, watching intently, his mind awash in curiosity and anticipation. She wasn’t sure what to do next.
Luckily, Remy had some ideas.
He reached behind him and grabbed the back of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. She dimly noted that he and Logan took their shirts off the same way, but most of her mind was preoccupied with the way the muscles in Remy’s torso shifted and contracted as he tugged on his shirt. She suddenly hoped he’d get rid of his pants as well, but he simply tossed the shirt to the floor and gracefully settled his lean body next to her frustrated one.
He smiled reassuringly, hands roaming over her slowly, gently following the contours of her body. He planted a soft kiss in the center of her chest, and then his mouth traced the underside of one breast before sliding over her ribs and down to her hipbone. His hands never stopped moving on her, leaving tingling nerves in their wake as his tongue flicked over her skin on its way back up her body, slowing only to circle a pink nipple before moving on to her throat. His fingers tangled in her hair as his sweet mouth teased her earlobe, lips whispering something she couldn’t understand as they slid back down her neck. She willingly turned toward him as strong fingers tugged on her hip, closing her eyes in relief as he slid one solid leg between hers. The hand in her hair gently gripped the back of her head and the other tightened on her ass, working her against the ridged muscles of his thigh in a slow, easy rhythm.
Even as she pushed herself against the hard thigh between hers, Jean was sure that this was going to be the part that called Logan’s bluff. Whatever game he was playing was bound to come to a screeching halt roughly three seconds after Remy started touching her. The reality of seeing her this way with another man was not something she could picture Logan taking kindly to. But it didn’t end, and Remy didn’t stop, and soon enough she forgot to care.
She gripped the arm that was working her hips, felt hard biceps flexing under soft skin beneath her fingers, and hard leg muscle under rough denim between her thighs. He shifted slightly so she was almost under him, the hand in her hair tilting her face toward his as the wetness between her legs soaked through the denim of his jeans. He looked down at her intently as he pushed his leg against her a little harder, his hand moving down to rest under the curve of her backside. His arm seemed to fit perfectly there, and he used it to control her hips, making tiny adjustments in pressure and angle, finding the perfect spot. Her head tried to fall forward against his chest, but he tightened his grip in her hair and held her where she was.
His arm worked her against him at a maddeningly slow pace, the pressure of his wonderful thigh increasing in intensity as his fingers crept inward along the back of her leg until they met slick dampness. Two fingertips teased at her and she arched her back a little to offer greater access. She made a small sound as his fingers brushed her opening, her hand tightening on his shoulder as his fingers slid into her just a tiny bit, all her current position would allow. They withdrew slightly as he rocked her forward against his leg, then slid into her again as he let her fall back.
She tried to move her hips back, force his fingers in deeper, but quickly gave up when she realized she couldn’t make it happen without losing that perfect friction between her legs. She longed for more of both and was unwilling to give up either, so she simply wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. Caught between his leg and his hand, she let him drive her unhurriedly toward orgasm. When the first waves of pleasure hit her he finally let her head fall forward and she pressed her open mouth to his smooth, unyielding chest as she shuddered and writhed against him.
He held her where she was for a minute, his hand running in soft circles on the small of her back, waiting for her to recover. She floated in a haze, her own warm satisfaction bumping elbows in her head with the sharper, more immediate cravings she was picking up from the two men. She carefully reached for Logan’s mind and was relieved to find him incredibly aroused but content for the moment, his thoughts actually of a more positive nature than was usual for him. He was content to wait. For now.
She eased into a sitting position when she felt able to, untangling shaky legs that she knew wouldn’t carry her two steps from the bed at this point. Remy lay back and watched her silently, one arm falling to the bed next to his head, the other still resting on the small of her back, his fingers running up and down the base of her spine.
That slight smile that seemed to constantly be on Remy’s face was a little strange to her, so different from Logan’s usual intense expression. She smiled back at him as she brushed a lock of her hair away from her eye, watched his small smile grow into an outright grin, morphing into that familiar cocky Gambit smirk that looked right at home on his face. The one that said he knew he was gorgeous and he knew that every woman in the mansion had wondered what it would be like to have him all to herself for just one night.
And now, suddenly and unexpectedly, here he was, in all his splendor. This wasn’t quite having him all to herself, but she’d manage.
He waited patiently as she slowly took him in with her eyes, taking advantage of this opportunity to look as much as she liked. She stared unabashedly, soaking him up as he lay there looking endearingly disheveled and charmingly corrupt.
God, he was magnificent.
He was a work of art, a collection of flawless pieces that formed a breathtakingly beautiful whole. She ran her eyes over the perfectly drawn jaw line, the skin that flowed like satin over his battle-hardened body, the finely muscled limbs that looked deceptively relaxed despite the hunger that radiated from every inch of his perfect, glossy flesh. Even his ears were beautiful. He was sublime, unreal. A Greek god in faded jeans.
She ran a hand up his thigh, skating her fingers over the sharply defined stomach muscles that rose and fell above the obvious bulge in his jeans. One finger circled lightly in the scattering of soft hair just above his waistband, and she had the sudden urge to feel it tickling her lips as he wrapped his hands in her hair and held her head against his body. Right on cue, his hand on her back slid up slightly and began to press her forward gently, moving up to disappear into her hair as she leaned down and kissed him softly just below his navel. She opened her mouth and let her tongue swirl in a small circle, teasing the fine hair as he groaned and gripped her head tightly, and she was seconds away from opening his jeans with a mere thought when he gently pulled her away from his body.
Then she was under him again, his hands gliding over her as he settled between her legs, teasing a nipple with his hot mouth as he eased her onto her back. She slid her hands along the sharp angle of his jaw, fingers knotting in the soft hair just behind his ears, sighing in frustration as he shifted his weight to the side. The insistent, instantly recognizable heat of his denim-covered erection dug into her inner thigh. One hand teased her between her legs, running lightly along slippery smooth skin, thumb pressing expertly in just the right spot. She gasped as she reached up and mouthed his chest, grazing a flat nipple with her teeth as he eased one gentle finger into her with a maddening lack of haste. She slid slightly parted lips over his chest, her small cries muffled by his body as he added a second finger, his hips beginning to move against the inside of her thigh in time with his hand.
She pressed up into him as he took his hand away from her body, twisting her hips to grind herself squarely against his hardness. He moaned low in his throat and his eyelids fluttered a little, and he seemed to struggle to regain his focus for a moment. Then the hand that had been between her legs slid across her mouth, spreading her own sour-sweet moisture over her lower lip. She heard Logan rumble appreciatively, his sensitive nose assaulted by one of his favorite smells, and then Remy lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her lip, carrying her taste away with him.
Her mouth tried to follow his as he pulled away, but he planted a hand in the middle of her chest and held her down with gentle force and a crooked smile. He was already kissing his way down her body, moving to settle between her legs. The first touch of his tongue drew a soft gasp from her parted lips, then short, high-pitched pants as he worked at her delicately swollen sex.
His fingers found her again, thrusting slowly into her in tandem with the movement of his tongue, once again leaving her all too soon. He slid his hand back up her body, reaching for her mouth, and she opened her lips obediently, working her tongue eagerly against his lightly callused fingers, her own flavor bursting across her tongue. Logan was suddenly leaning over her, one hand braced on the bed next to her head, the other tugging at Remy’s arm until she had no choice but to open her mouth and let go. She shivered as Gambit’s wet fingers left a damp trail down the center of her body, settling lightly on her hip as Logan’s mouth crushed hers, hot and eager. He parted her lips hungrily, sweeping the inside of her mouth with his tongue, unable to pass up this chance to kiss her and taste her at the same time.
Remy’s tongue traced a downward path, pausing to tease her with hot breath. She whimpered and rocked her hips, straining for more. He hesitated for a few short seconds before he gently dipped his tongue inside her body and gave an appreciative “Mmmmm.”
Logan pulled his mouth away just far enough to whisper against her lips. “Hear that, baby? You taste so good…I can’t get enough…neither can he.” She grabbed at Logan’s head with her left hand and reached for Remy’s with her right, eager to keep both tongues in place, greedy for sensation.
Remy’s fingers entered her again, twisting into her briefly before he brought his hand back up toward her mouth again. But this time it was Logan who caught Remy’s fingers between his lips, sucking on them greedily. She stared up at the corded column of Logan’s throat, Remy’s thumb lightly brushing the side of Logan’s stubbled jaw, Logan’s eyes closing gently as the first two fingers of Remy’s hand disappeared into his mouth. There was something mesmerizing about it, and she couldn’t help but stare, her eyes moving back and forth from the hard masculine planes of Logan’s face to the sleek contours of Remy’s arm, over and over again. The sensation of Remy’s tongue combined with the arousing sight of Logan licking her moisture off another man’s fingers finally became too much, and she closed her eyes and let the fire in her body rage out of control.
God, he was talented.
His mouth worked her tirelessly, tracing endless circles, applying the right amount of pressure in just the right places. And there was something so damned erotic about looking down between her legs and seeing those strange eyes peeking up at her.
She and Betsy had often speculated about Remy and his skills as a lover, coming to the shared conclusion that a night in bed with him couldn’t possibly be anything but a disappointment. He couldn’t possibly possess the level of expertise they had assigned him in their more lurid imaginings. He couldn’t possibly fulfill their expectations, which had grown to epic proportions over the years. He couldn’t possibly. He couldn’t.
As she came for the third time beneath his tongue, she decided he could. And she was prepared to give him every opportunity to prove to her just how wrong she had been.
Sex with Logan was like being devoured whole. Ripped open and possessed. It was raw and elemental, and it was fueled by instincts that flowed from some primal place within him that demanded she hold nothing back. And she never held back, couldn’t even if she wanted to, because something in him called to that dark part of her that longed to consume and be consumed.
Sex with Gambit was like being gently worshipped. Exalted and revered. It was easy and fluid, the slow controlled burn of adoration. His mouth and hands flowed over her like warm oil as his mind brushed hers lightly and reverently. It lacked nothing in intensity and passion, but his heightened awareness of her responses came from a different source, and it made for a subtle but electrifying difference.
But she could think about that later.
Remy rose up onto his knees, grinning at her as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Her eyes widened when she saw he was naked and she wondered how the hell he had gotten out of his jeans without her even noticing. He leaned forward and closed his hands tightly around her upper arms, hauling her up onto her knees in front of him. Her arms closed around his neck as he held her tightly against him, smooth bare hardness pushing hotly against her stomach. She bit his neck lightly as she ground herself against him, feeling a thin rivulet of moisture slowly run down the inside of her thigh.
She felt his surprise as she pushed him down onto his back, then heard him groan as she straddled him, sliding wetly up and down his erection. She ran her hands over the planes of his chest, wanting to explore every naughty inch of his body first, but not sure she could resist the rigid temptation between her legs.
Then other hands were on her, pulling her back, and she suddenly found herself at the head of the bed, resting in Logan’s lap. Remy reared up in front of her and she saw his eyes flash, felt sharp bolts of irritation and frustration directed at Logan, who was apparently going to deny him what he had been promised. Logan’s thoughts barged in, gruffly declaring that he was going to be involved from here on out and Remy could take it or leave it. Jean fervently hoped Remy would pick the first option as she watched his eyes narrow in thought, then gave a little mental whoop as he lowered himself to his hands and knees and crawled up the bed. He flashed a gorgeous smile full of seduction and intent, making her breath catch in her chest as he lowered his head and gently kissed her thigh.
He pushed her backward to rest against Logan’s chest, then motioned for Logan to bring his legs up between hers, pushing them apart to hold her thighs open with gentle outward pressure. She was spread open and totally exposed, and it made her feel vulnerable—and incredibly aroused. She was also rather impressed with Gambit’s problem-solving skills. He certainly seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
Remy’s eyes met hers and he looked a little sheepish as he picked up her train of thought. He shrugged. “Read ‘bout dis in a story once,” he said, a picture of studied innocence. He put one strong hand on either side of Logan’s chest, moving up to rest his hips between Jean’s thighs. He nuzzled her ear lightly, purring, “Where were we den?”
“Mmmm…I think you were right about there,” she breathed as he brushed up against her. She arched her back and moved her hips, reaching for him with her body. “But I think you’d be more comfortable here…”
It felt wonderful, but at the moment the sensations were taking a backseat to the view.
Remy was undeniably handsome in any situation, but she had to admit that at the moment he was absolutely stunning. His cheeks were delicately flushed, a shiny lock of hair brushing against his brow, and the way his long eyelashes lay on his cheeks when his eyes fluttered closed was distracting in the extreme. The muscles of his broad chest shifted as he sank slowly into her body, his arms twitching with the effort of restraint when he thrust in deeply and stayed there, savoring the feel of being enveloped completely in living warmth.
It was so good and so new and he was so beautiful, and when he began to pull back slowly she just couldn’t stand to let him go yet. She thrust her hips up, taking him back into her completely again, clenching around him tightly to hold him there. He moaned and dropped his head into the crook of her neck, murmuring something that sounded almost like a curse. They stayed like that for a long moment, his fists knotting in her hair, his pulse hammering rapidly in the hard flesh she was clutching so tightly inside her.
She gradually relaxed her hold on him, pushing her hips into his gently, urging him to move. It began slowly, long controlled movements that rolled through her whole body the way his thoughts and feelings rolled through her mind. She brought her hips up to meet him, eagerly sinking into the combined pleasures coiling behind her closed eyes. The knot of tension he was creating between her legs began to tighten unbearably, and soon she was encouraging him, praising him, urging him on with words borne on a stream of little moans and breathy pants and high-pitched gasps. He murmured thickly in response, his thoughts and intonation making his meaning clear even when the words were lost on her.
Her first orgasm rolled through her lower belly in time with Remy’s thrusts, making her cry out each time she contracted around him, leaving her feeling oddly hollow and still very much aroused. Gambit gritted his teeth and held himself still for a minute, his hard stomach pushing against hers with each rapid breath. His thoughts began to fall back into order as the urge to move faded slightly, and it made her head feel a little empty. He grinned down at her. “Again?”
She nodded her head and it began all over again. It built more slowly this time, but she wasn’t sure if that was because of her or him. She explored his thoughts as he penetrated her body, chastising him playfully over the childlike satisfaction he was deriving from playing with Logan’s favorite toy, one that was unquestionably off-limits to all others. He was immersing himself in her totally, greedily soaking up both his pleasure and hers as he coaxed her body along.
Logan moved her hands to her breasts, his fingers guiding hers over her own body, kneading and rolling. His stiff cock rode the crack of her ass, his hips moving slightly to increase the friction. “God, I’m so hard, darlin’…I can smell you from here…can still taste you on my tongue.” She moaned in response, her hands moving of their own accord over her nipples as he continued to pour words into her ear. “I love seein’ you like this…you’re so amazing…I wanna watch you come for him again.” Her hips moved a little faster, reaching.
“Look at him,” Logan purred hoarsely. She obeyed. Remy’s head was thrown back, his brow furrowed in a tiny grimace, every muscle in his upper body standing out like he had been carved from marble. His arms trembled slightly as he began to move a little faster, curvy mouth parting slightly as he moaned above her. His eyes flickered open, gazing down on her intently. “Look at him…he’s tryin’ so hard not to come…it’s a losin’ battle, but he’ll try anyway.” Remy shifted his hips, finding a new angle, riding her perfectly. “He wants to make it last…holdin’ it back until it hurts…til he can’t hardly see straight.”
Remy’s breath came fast and hoarse as the smooth glide of him moving in and out became less gentle, more demanding, pushing her closer to completion with both his body and his mind, craving release even as he desperately wished he could keep going forever. Jean’s high-pitched little pants increased in volume as the tension gathering in her lower belly began to flicker and unfold. Stubble scratched her ear as Logan’s words were carried to her on shallow breaths. “It’s the best fuckin’ thing and the worst fuckin’ thing, makin’ it last, tryin’ to hold out when it’s so tight and so hot…it’s like fallin’ into molten lava…every nerve screamin’ at you to stop…but you can’t…not yet…not yet.” She just needed a little more, more of his fluid friction driving against her body, more of his heated emotion washing through her head. Remy was riding the edge with her, reeling under the urge to succumb to the inevitable. “Then it’s so close you can taste it…feel it start to rise up inside and this time you can’t make it stop no matter how hard you try…it’s torture, clawin’ at your insides til you explode…and then you let go and it’s even better, because it’s so good it hurts.”
Logan’s words echoed in her head as the first waves of her orgasm skittered across her body, muscles clamping down fiercely on Remy as he cried out and lunged forward one last time. Every muscle in his body tightened like iron and he groaned helplessly as his hips jerked in time with the long-delayed spasms of release. Pleasure and relief burst into her head, carving a scorching path down her shuddering body, jumping back to Remy in a bright flash that she could almost see behind her eyelids, and then all was still.
End Part Two