Chapter 1
It was almost 5 a.m. You had just left a club. Truth be told, a party every now and then didn't kill you, but it was the fifth weekend your friends had made you go to one of these places. Loud music and crowds weren't your type of place, but a little alcohol and the occasional cigarette at the entrance had convinced you to go.
But at that time of the morning, you'd reached your limit, so you said goodbye and ordered a ride through your phone app.
You were smoking a menthol cigarette as you left the club. It was then that your phone vibrated. The app notified you, "James is here." You stubbed out the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. The man got out of the car. It wasn't the first time he'd come looking for you; you'd already kept an eye on him a couple of times. He was clearly a few years older than you, his body was in good shape for his age, he always wore a shirt and suit pants, his hair was adorned with brown hair with slight hints of gray, he was an extremely attractive man, it had never occurred to you to make a pass at him, but at 5 in the morning and with a slight amount of alcohol in your blood you could try to turn the situation to your advantage.
-Ah, you again- James commented when he saw you arrive, opening the door for you to get into the vehicle.
-Thanks, ugh, I know,- you said, slightly annoyed, getting into the car.
-Too much partying in a row?- James commented, getting into the driver's seat.
-Too much, but hey, you try to be a good friend, I guess-I commented -Besides, it seems like people are getting stupider and stupider,- you commented as the vehicle started moving.
-What do you mean?- he replied. James and you used to talk when I drove you. Or, well, you used to complain to me about things and he just gave me short answers.
-Isn't it easy for young people like you to find other young people at these parties?- James asked as he continued on his way.
-Hmm, I guess?- you commented hesitantly. -Young men are getting stupider and stupider, or have too many mommy issues- you looked up slightly -Well, maybe I need to find someone with more life experience, don't you think?
James just exhaled slightly.
-What do you mean?-he asked. You were surprised that he was more talkative.
-Well, I don't know, how old are you?- you asked cheekily.
He snorted; you could almost feel his eyes rolling. -I'm a little too old for you, darling. I could be your father- he commented.
-I don't mind a couple of years older- you argued -Besides, you're not my father, so I think it's a win-win situation, don't you?- you could hear a faint chuckle from James as you watched him shake his head slightly from the back seat.
-You don't give up, huh- he said.
-Mmm, when it's someone as charming as you, it's complicated- you said softly, resting in the back seat.
-Be careful what you do, kid-he replied.
-Oh, have we even used nicknames?- you said with slight amusement.
Logan let out a slight sigh that sounded almost like a laugh
-Don't try to get more than you can want- he mentioned, as your gazes met in the rearview mirror.
-We could test how much I can resist. I'm not going to give in. Maybe you will- you said defiantly, crossing your legs in the back seat.
James's eyes seemed to devour you with their gaze, while you watched him swallow almost dryly. It seemed like it was on a good path. You approached him, gently running your hand right where his neck and collarbone met.
-You know, if you want to continue, just stop the car for a few seconds- you said softly near his ear.
He breathed heavily as he gripped the steering wheel tightly; you could tell by the white color of his knuckles.
-You sure know how to impress an old man-he said softly with a smile on one side of his face. A slight, mischievous smile formed on your face, but since he didn't say yes, you decided to sit back in the back. That's how the increase didn't seem to want to stop.
To tell the truth, you weren't one for doing this. You felt a hint of nerves about what might happen, plus the slight excitement in the air. You weren't much of a flirt, much less so direct, but sometimes you have to have fun after hours of sweaty, annoyed people (and maybe, just maybe, with still splashes of alcohol in your blood, but not much).
Without thinking further, you noticed the car stopped. The area seemed less crowded than the ones you were passing through. "Maybe James wanted to continue this?" you thought. So you didn't hesitate much when you tried to open the door. It wasn't locked. "Well, maybe, the answer was obvious." The faint neon light of the city illuminated your figure. James's door opened. You couldn't even say anything as he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you onto him. The door closed, your hands touched his face, while he held tightly to my waist causing his slightly agitated breathing to collide with my breath with hints of some strong whiskey.
-Are you sure about this?-he asked
Your breaths clashed, the heat seemed to increase in the vehicle. "Please continue," you simply said.
Finally, your lips collapsed on each other. James's touch was hungry, possessive, his lips taking in all of you, until you felt his tongue enter your oral cavity and, obviously, you let him taste every last bit of you. His mouth detached itself from you, leaving you wanting more, but he began to make a journey from your jaw to your neck, removing the clothes you were wearing. He was almost like a wild animal, and it drove you crazy. You let out soft moans. Knowing that you liked him surely inflated his ego. He left light bites that turned into light bruises all over your neck. His hunger was inevitable, and the desire marked you almost as if you were his prey.
-You seem to like that-he said against your skin, while with each bite he left, your nails dug into the top of his suit.
But you also wanted to make James feel good; after all, you were the one who had started all this.
The man's mouth, still almost thirsty for skin, returned to your lips, meeting his lustful eyes more directly. You decided without warning to slide your hands from his shoulder blades down his chest, touching the fabric of his white shirt. You climbed off his thighs and knelt in front of him. Your hands traveled to his thighs, sliding captivatingly while the man's gaze remained on you.
-What are you doing?- he said bluntly.
But instead of answering his question, you asked another.
-Is your name really James?- you said as you rested your face on his thigh, tracing the skin of your thighs with your free hand, looking down at his face. There was a certain curiosity you had about this man. You'd traveled with him several times, you'd had your eyes on him for a while, and I feel like he's so mysterious that maybe even what was happening is a lie. But your thoughts were interrupted when a calloused hand passed over your face, running his thumb along your jaw.
-I can't tell you that, sweetheart- he said as his thumb touched your lips. "
-Then I should get the information out of you another way. "Mr. No-James"- you said as your hands moved up to reach the metal opening of his belt. He didn't say anything; I could only see a mischievous smile forming on his face as his hand moved to your hair.
You wasted your time with the belt, revealing his underwear and his big butt. Truth be told, you'd already felt it when you'd sat on top of him, but seeing him from the front was slightly more intimidating. But you didn't hesitate. You kissed his erect member over his underwear. As you placed your mouth on it, you heard him take a deep breath. You assumed you were on the right track. Taking off your underwear, you unwrapped his erect member. It was large and veiny. You gently ran your tongue all over his phallus, returning to kiss its tip. His grip on your hair tightened, while a slight snort escaped his mouth. Your mouth and tongue kept working, licking and sucking as they should while the man's grip became stronger, his precum making the job easier, passing your tongue playfully, but it seemed that he was close to finishing, when you felt his hips move a little, giving him the space in your oral cavity, you wanted to see him reach the final stretch, your lips surrounded his member, your hand made its way along the length of his penis. Uncontrollable curses came out of his mouth, while your touch continued continuously
-Shit-you heard him say -I'm going to-
So you sped up the movement of your hand, the movement of his hips, and in almost seconds, the full essence of "No-James" filled your mouth. A faint noise was heard near your ear. You didn't pay attention to it, as you were watching the man throw himself onto his seat, his chest up and down, his eyes almost half-closed. You swallowed without even thinking about it. But out of nowhere, you turned around, realizing that a few millimeters from your face, long pieces of metal were hanging near it, moving you away a few centimeters, the few that your current position allowed. You looked closer, and they weren't metal, they were claws, and they were coming from "Mr-no-James's" hand. I let a few minutes pass, watching the man recover, and you heard a low curse.
-Hey- you began, as he let go of your hair -For my hard work, you owe me a name, and at least a brief explanation about this- you mentioned, looking at his claws, surprised when he made them retract, re-entering his hands.
-Sounds fair- he replied, raising an eyebrow. He gave you his hand to lift you from your now uncomfortable spot, sitting you back down on his lap.
-Well, I'll be honest, my name is Logan and these claws- he said as he made them visible again -are mine. I'm a mutant- he clarified.
-Mutant?- you asked, admiring his metallic claws. -They're not…- You paused briefly to look at him. -You know-
-Well, not all of them, darling-he said, letting you analyze his claws with a closed fist, sliding a finger over them.
-You're someone really interesting. Besides, Logan suits you better-you mentioned, still watching.
-Aren't you going to give me a name, cutie?-he said, brushing the thumb of his free hand over the corner of your lips, removing any remaining traces.
-Who I really am doesn't matter, call me whatever you want-you mentioned.
-Hey Logan-you said softly -We could go to the back, you know, to be more comfortable-you mentioned.
-No... do my claws bother you or that I'm a mutant?- he asked, hesitantly, even with slight concern.
-Huh? Should I- you replied, not a hint of concern in your speech. What you had discovered about Logan filled you with interest. You wanted more of him, in any way you could.
Logan only snorted, with slight grace, lifted you by the waist for a few seconds to adjust his pants, then finally opened the door so we could both leave. The night was still present, but as cold and desolate as it seemed to you and the heat, it was still there. He opened the door, pushing you into the dark seats of the slightly spacious limousine, closing the door behind him and positioning himself on top of you, while his lips claimed you as his own. Your legs adjusted to his waist, while the back and forth of his lips remained hungry. It was almost disrespectful that you pulled away from him, looking for air, your breath hot as he made his way down your neck, reaching your collarbones. The fabric surrounding your hands already seemed uncomfortable; you needed more of him, you needed to feel his skin.
-Hey Logan- you said, breathing heavily -Could you do me a favor?- you asked.
The man moved quickly, leaving your battered neck to look at you.
-What do you want?- he asked.
-You know these things are already bothering me- you said, moving the cloth around your neck -I'll sound impatient, but how about you use your claws to free me from this?- you concluded.
The man's eyes seemed to have gained another glimmer of light, as if your simple request had awakened a primitive instinct.
-Sure- he concluded, almost moving compulsively.
The sound of metal you had already heard became present. He took you, holding you by the thighs, almost as if he were playing with you. His blade began to undo your clothes. The touch on your warm skin, mixed with the cold metal of his claws and the adrenaline of the moment, made your chest rise with excitement, while Logan looked penetratingly at the entire scene. You were left almost naked, but with his hands and the light weight of him on you, you barely noticed.
Logan's touches were possessive; he wanted more and he was going to get it. He tangled one of your legs around his hip, beginning to kiss you back, more passionately than before, but no matter how lazy his touch was, you needed more from him too, and he seemed to notice. Taking your hands, he placed them on his chest, his lips detaching themselves from yours so that his deep voice could echo against your hatred.
-It doesn't seem fair that you're like this, unbutton my shirt- he said.
Your hands trembled slightly; everything about him was too much: his body, his touch on your skin as you felt his hot breath hit your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your fingers were slow at first, but as you reached the third button, you lost patience and ended up almost forcibly unbuttoning his shirt. Once you did, he knelt lightly to remove the garment. Underneath, he had a white tank top, almost as worn as his calloused hands. Everything about Logan seemed to have a story to tell. When he positioned himself on top of you again, your fingers traveled from his shoulders to his chest to his abs.
-Not bad for an old man- he commented.
But you didn't get to say anything as the man's lips suffocated you again. He pressed against your body, the friction already present. When, in the middle of his kisses, you were able to let out a soft moan as you felt his hand move down your abdomen.
-Fuck-you said as he approached your needy area.
His hands made their way, without any restraint from you. At first, his fingers moved slowly, too slowly even for you, who needed more. You tried to move a little, to get more friction with whatever it was, but Logan's other hand held you firmly against the seat. His mouth came away from yours.
-Shit, you're impatient- he said, but despite the insult, there was a certain amusement in his tone.
His hand had finally increased its speed after a few long, torturous minutes (or at least that's how it felt to you) of not doing so, but when his movements got faster they were more assertive, somehow now he seemed to want to end it all right now, you felt the heat erupting from your body, while Logan's heavy body was still on top of you, his mouth had already wreaked havoc on your skin, but just as you felt your climax finally coming on the other side of the door, he stopped. You shifted in your seat; he was playing with you, wanting to see you beg for his touch. Logan moved any hand away from that area; he, who had previously been attacking your lips, broke away from them, leaving a light trickle of saliva as he ran kisses down your body, first your abusive neck, down your ribcage to your stomach. You could see his hungry eyes on you; you only had one desire in mind, and he was the only one who could satisfy it. With an almost broken voice, you said his name. It sounded pleading, even humiliating. But before you could say anything, you felt his lips form a smile against the skin near your stomach. It seemed like that was all he needed to hear from you. His hand moved; this time, he didn't need much more, as you felt the heat finally leave your body. Your toes curled and your chest swelled as you finally reached your climax. A guttural, needy moan came from your mouth, dropping your head back onto the backseat as you felt a slight jolt run through your body.
Logan watched you, how you had melted into his touch. His clean hand lightly caressed your thigh, while his hand, glistening with your cum, landed on his mouth, tasting you.
-I didn't think all of you could taste this good- he said in a deep voice.You didn't even get to answer anything, still catching your breath as your chest rose and fell.
The man shifted, giving you a few minutes to recover, but that didn't mean his touch had stopped. His hands slid down your abdomen, then caressed the inside of your thighs. You didn't bother closing your legs too much. Logan's touch was somewhat addictive, and you knew you needed to feel all of him, and he was just waiting for the right moment.
It was when you felt ready to continue that you shifted, sitting back in your seat. It was then that you noticed your torn clothes lying at the sides of your body, but at that moment, it couldn't have mattered much less.
-It seems a bit unfair to me to be like this, you still even have pants on- you said somewhat mockingly, but Logan seemed to have taken it as a challenge, when he grabbed you, bringing you closer to him, leaving you on top of his thighs.
-Well, we could solve that- he mentioned, his pants were half down and in order to finish pulling them down and throwing them away, somewhere with your presence on his lap and his growing erection, which needed attention.
It was in a quick movement that he raised his hands, up your sides, caressing the parts of your body, it was then that you decided to take the final step, getting up on your knees, he dared to accommodate you and then you felt him deliberately enter you. You couldn't help but moan, while Logan's hips rose until he completely filled your interior with his member.
-Hold on darling- his voice resonated almost burning into the skin of your hatred, while you complied, putting your arms around his neck, holding onto him.
Both of your hips began to move. At first, it was slow and precise. Soft moans came from both of your mouths, though Logan's had a faint, almost animalistic quality to it. It sounded almost like growls, as if a beast living inside him had awakened. The heat in both of your bodies began to grow with each movement of our bodies. His hands wrapped around you, holding you tightly against your body. You moved against him as he lifted his hips, making me moan with pure pleasure. Your head ended up buried where Logan's neck and his head met. Your whole body felt desperate for release, and so did the man's. Over time, your movements became faster, more disordered, both of you losing yourselves in passion, in your hands clinging to him, in his hands holding you as if your life depended on it.
Your movements on him were desperate, what started as slow movements with your waist that left him the hardest work of lifting his hips, you began to make slight, needy jumps on Logan's member and that seemed to drive him crazy, he seemed to notice how you were just as hot as him, how both of you needed this.
-F-fuck, F-Fuck- you began to repeat, you felt the hot pressure in your belly, you knew you were close, very close. It was when Logan, daring for once, opened his mouth, not to say anything, you felt your breathing heavy and hot, too hot and with a certain bestiality that seemed to dominate him more at this moment, he sank his teeth into your neck, along with the other marks you already poeticized and with one last thrust you felt your body reach the stars. You couldn't even manage to say his name, the pleasure was too much, your arched back made you lift your head from where you had it, letting out a guttural moan from your mouth, which seemed to even surprise the man, who had let go of your neck.
-Fuck, how it turns me on to listen to you- he said shamelessly against your ear while you still felt your head spinning from the pleasure, Logan moved, using you almost there were at least 3 deep thrusts, when you felt the man let out a deep growl, running his face, you could feel his cock pumping, filling you with his thick semen, which you gladly accepted, the fluids of both mixing.
His breathing was ragged as his entire body slumped against the seat, with you still on top of him. Letting your head fall against his chest, you felt his heart, beating wildly, just like yours.
Silence fell in the car, though it wasn't silent at all; your labored breathing was the only thing that filled the still-warm interior.
Logan gently ran his hand down your cheek, moving to your lips, which seemed shiny beneath the pearly skin of both of your sweat.
-Shit- was the only thing you could manage after a long moment, as you heard Logan exhale gracefully.
Fatigue seemed to take over you, and Logan's too.
-Do you want to come over to my house just for a while?- you said without thinking too much, while your hands were still stuck behind Logan's neck, lightly touching the skin and his graying hair that fell lightly over the nape of his neck. You could see some doubt in his temper.
-It's just me, no one will bother you- you answered with tiredness in your voice.
-Well, if you say so- he replied, now calm in his speech, while his hands went back down your waist, lifting you off of him, thus exiting you. Your voice sounded brittle at not feeling him anymore. You could feel a bit of Logan's white essence running down your leg, but it didn't bother you at all.
You were sitting, a few inches away from Logan as he began to dress, your gaze never leaving his body, but you remembered that you yourself had asked Logan to use his claws to remove your clothes, which were reduced to scraps on the seat.
-What's wrong?- Logan asked, buttoning his pants.-
-Oh, nothing. I just have three scraps of fabric now that I used to just call clothes- you replied with mild humor, as your hands ran over the material.
-Here- he said, handing you the white shirt he'd been wearing earlier. -At least it's until we get to your house- he concluded.
Slightly embarrassed, you said thank you. The shirt had Logan's scent all over it, which didn't bother you at all. Nothing about him seemed like it could bother you.