Reclaimed

"Many things," she said, biting her lip.

"Fuck."

It came out as a low whisper as Logan cupped her breasts and circled her nipples, his mind racing with possibilities, and his cock already stirring with the thought that she'd wanted to reserve some things just for them. Just for him. She was going to drive him mad.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked, splaying his fingers on her stomach.

She nodded as her fingers traced his cheeks, feeling his light stubble.

"I'm always on the pill."

His grip on her stomach tightened. For some strange reason, her answer scratched unpleasantly at a foreign, primal part of his mind.

"Really?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "Always?"

Jean swallowed the lump in her throat, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips. Her hands were so small compared to his...

"Well... would you like me to stop taking it?"

Logan started hardening underneath her with a grunt. Of course, this was a discussion for another time. But the way she'd asked the question, with the undertone wrapped around the word like. Right now, he could barely think straight, so soon after she'd come back to him. When he desperately wanted to make her his again. The mere possibility of it clouded his senses. Like was an understatement. That would undoubtedly make her his, wouldn't it?

"It's a dangerous question to ask right now, Jean," he said, wrapping his fingers around her neck.

"I understand," she whispered back.

She did. Her eyes were glinting with unspoken words. Her chest rose and fell with labored breaths. It seemed like they were both turned on by the thought of him coming inside her when she wasn't on the pill.

"We'll talk another time, then," she said, before breaking into a dry cough.

Logan suddenly realized she must be terribly dehydrated after coming for him so many times. He took a quick trip to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of water. He sat down on the bed next to her, and they drank their fill, each lost in their own thoughts. No doubt they were both coming to terms with their recent realization. After a few silent moments, Logan put the glasses away and pulled her flush against him.

"You said you'd do many things with me," he whispered in her ear, tracing the skin of her arms up and down, relishing the shiver that traversed her.

"Anything you want, Logan," she said, in a small voice.

"Fucking hell," he said. "The things I'd do to you right now..."

He released his grip on her and, with care, he allowed her to slide down. When her knees hit the floor, she gripped his thighs and bit her lip, her eyes poised on his semi-hard cock. Logan pressed down on her lower lip with his thumb.

"Did you suck his cock often?" he asked.

Jean shook her head. "We actually never got around to it."

"Hmm," he said, pressing down harder and pushing his thumb in her mouth, briefly, feeling the wetness there before taking it out. "You and I used to get around to it quite a bit. Don't lie to me to make me feel better, Jean," he said.

"I swear I'm not lying. It's different with you, Logan."

"Is it?" he asked, in a whisper filled with slightly dangerous undertones. "Well, then, let's try something different this time, shall we?"

Jean ran her hands up his legs, staring at his thick, hard, throbbing length.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"I'm going to fuck your throat, love."

Logan decided he'd soon become addicted to the hitch in Jean's breath and the widening of her eyes whenever he surprised her in intimate moments like these. And there would be many, many more of them.

"Would you like that?" he asked, tangling his fingers in her hair.

"Yes," she whispered, though she was scratching lightly at the back of her hand, still unable to pry her eyes away from his cock.

Logan smiled. "Don't worry. You can take it. All the way down your throat," he whispered.

Her mouth fell open when his love, hoarse voice caressed her. Logan didn't miss the way she squeezed her thighs together. Gently, he wrapped her hair around his fist and guided her downwards.

"Suck me off, love. Get me ready for you," he said, his voice hoarse.

Jean hadn't forgotten what he liked. Her tongue darted out to circle the head, before she dipped lower to lick along the thick vein on his cock, from the base all the way to the tip. Logan leaned his head back with a soft grunt, and his hold on her hair tightened.

"Do that again."

With a small smile, she complied and licked with the flat of her tongue a few times before suddenly taking his cock in her mouth. Logan groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, taking a few moments to savor it all. Jean's talented mouth around him, the image of her on her knees in front of him, now etched behind his eyelids. Perfect. He wished he could stretch out this one moment into infinity. She hollowed her cheeks and started sucking, stroking the part she couldn't fit in her mouth, timidly at first, and then with more and more boldness.

"Look up at me while you're sucking my cock," Logan said, when his eyes flew open.

And when she did, it was a sheer miracle that he didn't spill his load straight down her throat. She was gorgeous, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide, her hair in disarray, sucking him off with a look of pure, unadulterated desire in her eyes. Her nipples had hardened again, and Logan pinched one of them softly. Jean moaned around his cock.

"Is it turning you on, hmm? Do you want to come with my cock in your mouth?" he asked.

When she gave a small nod, Logan pulled his cock out, noticing the way she subconsciously leaned after him. He shook his head with a half-smile and slid down to the floor next to her.

"Greedy aren't you?" he asked, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Just a bit," she said. "Only for you, Logan."

For some reason, that primal, possessive part of his brain stirred again. It hardened his cock even more and pumped a new wave of jealousy through his veins.

"Yeah?" he asked, cupping her chin and looking into her eyes. "You're saying a lot of pretty words, love. Only for you, Logan. It's different with you, Logan. I love you, Logan. Do you really believe what you're saying?"

"I do. I wish you'd believe me too, though," she said, placing her hand over his.

"I just need a bit of time," he replied.

"Take all the time you need," she said, though with a hint of uncertainty.

"Meanwhile," he said, maneuvering her over his lap so she was on all fours, with her pretty mouth only inches away from his throbbing cock. "Please continue. I interrupted you."

Jean nodded and took his cock in her mouth again, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking him deeper and sucking. Logan let his hand wander down her back, caressing her skin lightly, until his fingers dipped between her legs and he found her soaking wet.

"Naughty," he whispered, sinking two fingers into her tight cunt, savoring her obscene, muffled little moans.

Logan pumped his fingers in and out of her while she sucked his cock with growing enthusiasm. He brought his thumb to circle her clit and she started moving her hips, pushing against his hand, chasing the friction and pleasure and her impending release as she did unspeakable things to him with her dirty little mouth.

The sounds she made around his cock were like fuel to him, and he plunged his fingers in deeper and rubbed her clit harder and harder, until she released his cock and came undone around his fingers, trembling in his arms, racked by the waves of pleasure crashing against her.

When her orgasm subsided, Logan took his fingers out of her, coated in her juices. She'd come so hard all over him that it made his head spin.

"Open your mouth," he whispered, lifting his fingers to her lips. "Suck on them."

Logan could gauge her state without needing to ask. High on the pleasure he gave her, her body and mind humming with ecstasy, feverish, wanting. She didn't even think twice before she took his fingers in her mouth and sucked. He groaned, the image in front of him making him lightheaded, but he didn't last long without wanting to taste her himself. He withdrew and crashed his lips against hers, his tongue making its way firmly into her mouth, seeking that coveted flavor that made him lose his mind. Their tongues danced together as his grip on her tightened, until his throbbing cock finally managed to distract him.

He gently extricated himself from their embrace and stood up. Jean stayed on her knees, looking up at him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Logan lifted her chin and caressed her throat.

"You'll take me here, won't you, my good girl?"

"Yes," she said, before he'd had time to even finish his sentence.

A pleased sound escaped him as he stroked his cock a few times.

"Open your mouth. Relax your throat," he said. "And play with your pussy. I want you to enjoy yourself while I'm fucking your throat, can you do that for me?"

Jean nodded as her hand slid down her body and between her legs. She started circling her clit and Logan had to pause for a few moments and stare, utterly mesmerized. Well, he'd either manage to make her irrevocably his again, or she'd end up killing him. Whichever of the two alternatives would come to pass, there was no way out now.

Grabbing the back of her head, Logan pushed his cock inside her warm, welcoming mouth. He thrust in and out a few times, tentatively, his eyes still poised on Jean's fingers as she played with her clit, before pushing in deeper.

"Relax, you can do it," he said, when he encountered resistance and pushed past it. "Grab my ankle if it's too much, all right?"

He waited for her small nod before continuing, setting a leisurely pace, looking down, witnessing the way she took his cock.

"Fucking gorgeous," he said, his eyes wide, running his thumb over her throat, where the outline of his cock was visible. "You feel so good. So fucking good."

Jean gagged around him at first, but steeled herself, the movement of her fingers relentless as she played with her pussy, her eyes locked on his. As much as he wanted to hold back for her sake, Logan couldn't help but increase the speed of his thrusts, plunging his cock down her throat as his balls slapped against her chin. She looked and felt amazing. Full of him, taking him so fucking well. The experience was so intense that Logan feared he'd come in three seconds.

"Breathe, love," he said, pushing in even deeper, the gagging sound she made shooting once more to that primal, possessive part of his mind.

He wanted to shoot his cum straight down her throat, to mark her there too. The thought was certainly appealing. As was the sight of her, on her knees, taking him, enjoying it as she rubbed herself faster and faster. And yet, something was missing to push him over the edge. He realized it was too quiet.

Burning with the desire for release, Logan pulled his cock out of Jean's mouth and pushed her on all fours, kneeling quickly behind her and sheathing his cock inside of her in one go. Fuck, she was even tighter from behind. When he bottomed out inside of her, she cried out, and it was all he needed.

"That's it," he said, setting a rough pace from the get go, gripping her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. "Scream from me. Come on my cock," he said, slamming his hips against hers, dizzy with the pleasure shooting through him as her tight cunt clenched around him.

All she needed was his encouragement, it seemed, to come undone yet again, and Logan followed suit, once more shooting his hot cum right inside of her where it belonged. He groaned loudly, his hands trembling as he held her and emptied himself inside her cunt. The sensation was so intense that his vision turned dark for a few seconds, before he managed to pull out and roll to the floor, pulling Jean into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Logan," she said, panting. "Please. Let's take a break. I just can't anymore."

Logan himself was unsure that he could have continued without a break, but he

decided to keep the information to himself. With a curt nod, he pressed her to his chest, and took his sweet time kissing her. Coaxing her lips open and running his hands all over her spent, pliant, warm little body.

"You should eat something," he said, when he finally managed to pull away from her. "Wait here and I'll--"

"Don't go," she said, curling against his chest, closing her small hand around his bicep, searching for his lips. Clinging to him. "I'm not hungry. Just... Just stay with me."

Logan smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Of course I'll stay. I'm not going anywhere."

Jean nodded and nuzzled his chest. "I should, though. Eventually, I suppose."

"Why?" Logan asked, furrowing his brow.

"Well, I have to go home," she said, smiling as she pressed a few kisses to his

chest. "I can't stay here forever."

Logan lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "Why not? You clearly want to stay. Just stay."

Jean huffed a small laugh. "I know you're not kicking me out, Logan. I only mean I have to leave at some point."

And there it was again. Stirring inside of him. Waking up, shaking its head, roaring to life. That need to keep her as close to him as possible. At all times.

"No, you don't," he said, in an unwavering tone.

"I'm sorry?"

Unbidden, his thoughts flew to the ring he had bought when he'd come back.

"You can move in with me," he said.

It wasn't a question.

One month later

It wasn't even eight AM yet, and Logan was already balls deep inside Jean, taking her roughly from behind, looking down to see his cock entering her, stretching her in that delicious way that he had become severely addicted to. Playfully, he swatted one of her round arse cheeks and she moaned. Those small, sweet moans that made her so particularly fuckable. She started moving backwards to meet his thrusts, and Logan gripped her hips even tighter, suddenly wishing his fingers would leave marks of his ownership behind.

"That's it, love," he said, groaning. "Fuck yourself on my cock."

"Yes," she whispered, breathless and shivering. "Fuck, yes. Talk to me, Logan."

"You like that, don't you?" he said.

Jean threw her head back with her eyes squeezed shut as her tight pussy clamped down on him, and gave him a drunken smile. She abandoned herself, body and mind to him, and Logan made his way in deeper.

"Such a dirty girl," he said. "And only for me. Isn't that right? Say it, Jean."

She fisted the sheets, traversed by a shiver of pleasure as Logan wrapped the threads of her secret, hidden desires around his fingers.

"Only for you. I'm yours. Please, Logan. I want..."

"Oh?" he said. "Please what?"

Jean bit her lip and shook her head, unable to get the words out. But she didn't need to. He knew. Without stopping his movements inside her cunt, Logan ran his thumb along her folds, gathering her slick, and then spread her cheeks, taking in the sight of her puckered arsehole. They had been playing around in that area for a couple of weeks, and Jean had become bolder and bolder in her wishes.

Smiling, Logan worked his thumb back and forth across her tight arsehole while he fucked her pussy, gradually adding pressure. When he pressed harder, her mouth dropped open, and the moment his thumb slipped inside, she let out a long, withering moan.

"God, Logan," she said, in a strained voice.

As he pushed his thumb in deeper, that nearly uncontrollable urge to own and possess her took over him. It was a good thing that she couldn't read his mind. To witness his overpowering thoughts of spreading her, stretching her, fucking her where nobody else had and nobody else ever would, he'd make sure of that. Or maybe she'd enjoy this train of thought. She was certainly dirty and wanton enough. Half drunk on him and his cock most of the time, even when he wasn't inside her.

With his thumb, he fucked her arse harder, and she started to meet his hand, encouraging him, egging him on.

"Look at you, Jean," he groaned. "Taking my finger up your arse so well. Wishing it was my cock inside of you instead. Isn't that right?" he asked, increasing the speed of his thrusts inside her cunt as well as those of his finger inside her arsehole.

"Yes!" she yelled. "Fuck yes. Please, Logan."

He could have, of course, right then and there, in the heat of the moment. He certainly wanted it badly enough. He'd fantasized about it himself. About how her tight arse would feel around his cock, how gorgeous she'd look when she'd take it. But, no. He needed to hear her say it.

"You can do better than that," he said, halting the movements of his finger.

"Oh, God. Fuck my arse, Logan," she said, burying her face in the sheets.

That one sentence short circuited his sinapses. Logan's thrusts inside her cunt became harder, deeper, erratic. With his other hand, he circled her clit with urgency, relishing the way she was getting wetter and tighter around him.

Fuck, what a memorable moment this was. A month ago, they weren't even speaking much, and now she was at his mercy, begging for his cock up her arse. When she shattered around him, he couldn't hold himself back. Nor was it his intention to. Groaning loudly, he spilled himself deep inside her tight, hot pussy, like he always did nowadays. As they were both shuddering, each caught in their own climax, he bent to lick her spine and lightly bite her shoulder.

"Why didn't you?" Jean asked in a small voice when he pulled out.

"I will," he said, rolling on his back with a satisfied grin and pulling her into a hug. "But I'm not in a hurry. I'd rather you begged me a few more times."

Jean wrinkled her nose at him and punched him playfully in the shoulder.

"Git," she said.

"I love you too. And we really should get back to unpacking those boxes of yours or we won't be done this year."

The next day, Logan decided to surprise her when she was drawing a bath for herself. Fucking in the shower was one of their favorite pastimes. Or just fucking in general if he was being honest.

When he entered the bathroom, she was bent over the tub, running her hand through the water filled with colorful bubbles. Wearing a white tank top and those black shorts that drove him crazy because they barely covered her arse.

"Didn't I rip these off of you last time?" Logan whispered in her ear as he hugged her from behind. His hand trailed down her body and made its way inside her shorts as he pressed a few open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

"Mmm," she moaned in reply. "I have quite a few identical pairs"

"Ah," he said, as his other hand cupped her breasts over her tank top. "Then you won't mind if I tear them again. But I'm leaving that top on."

And that's what he did. After tearing her shorts off of her, he took her roughly under the jet of hot water, against the wall. Her top was now completely see-through and he had an incredible view of her tits bouncing as he rammed into her.

Later that day, he was reading in his favorite armchair in the sitting room when Jean came in, wearing what was presumably yet another pair of shorts and a dry top, headed straight for him, and fell to her knees in front of him. Without looking up from his book as she took his cock out and started stroking him, Logan smiled to himself. She had a little surprise of her own in store for him, then. And what a pleasant surprise it was, he thought, when she took him in her talented mouth and then all the way down her throat a few times until she gagged.

Logan couldn't help but thrust his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her hot little mouth while she sucked him, immensely turned on by what a good job she was doing, but especially by the thought that she'd only ever done this for him.

His jealousy was still boiling beneath the surface most of the time. He still wasn't done reclaiming her. Indeed, he'd probably fuck her unconscious before he'd feel he was entirely avenged. Still, it felt good to know that she'd get on her knees for him without a second thought, completely unprompted, and suck him off with abandon, moaning around his cock as though it was the most pleasant activity in the world, and that she wouldn't do it for anyone else.