She was unable to sleep. She’d gotten her pink silk shortie nightgown on hours ago, had a glass of hot milk, and read a chapter of her new book before turning off the lights, but the cursed warmth between her legs was keeping her awake.
She got up, tense with desire, and went into the small TV den for a distraction. The TV was on, playing an old Star Trek episode, and the voice that came from the couch startled her. “Rogue.”
Scott was there, lying down, idly watching the flickering images. He wore only a pair of white briefs and his ever-present visor. He sat up as he noticed her startled reaction. “Sorry. Sit down.”
She bit her lip and sat next to him on the couch. He looked a little surprised by her decision, but remained in place, watching Kirk and the rest fighting on-screen.
She watched him. Strange. She’d never considered Scott as sexually attractive before. His body, though, there on the couch, was making her want to take control from him. Making him beg for her. She closed her eyes, getting wet at the idea, and trailed a finger down his cheek.
“Rogue?” He turned and looked at her as she opened her eyes and touched her lips to his. He did not fight her as she deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue gently along his, and raised to her knees so she could straddle him.
When she released him, his arms were sliding up and down her back absently. She pushed up against him, feeling his erection through his underwear. He gasped. “Rogue? What about…”
“Don’t worry. She went to Jamaica with Pyro, remember?”
He relaxed and embraced her then, sliding one hand under her breast to capture her nipple through the gown as the other toyed with the hem, only an inch from her rear. She shivered as he played with her, sucking her areola into his mouth, and she rubbed her moist slit against him in reaction, hoping for more.
He turned her around on his lap so she was facing forward, his body at her back, and whispered in her ear, “Watch.” His hand curved around and slid between her thighs, firmly holding her in place as he started gently stroking her there. She whimpered, wanting more, and his hand increased its pace, dipping lower to moisten his fingertips, then gliding over her sensitive clitoris again and again, until she was nearly screaming with the effort of keeping her eyes on the TV.
He moved under her then, removing his fingers and raising her off his body, and she moaned, “Oh, please … please … Scott … don’t … don’t stop…”
He settled her back down on him, his body finally fully naked against hers, and firmly thrust into her at the same time. She let out a soft cry, enjoying the stretchy, full sensation. His hand returned to her sensitized mound and he chuckled. “I’m not stopping unless you do. Now, keep watching and ride me.”
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Jean Grey gasped and pulled herself out of Rogue’s dream with an effort. With another, she did a swift scan and discovered that the woman had chosen Scott as her dream lover randomly, not because she really wanted him. Her jealousy evaporated, leaving her with nothing but lust.
She sat up and held her head. Her body ached with longing. More than anything, she wanted to find Scott and finish out that dream with him, but she hesitated a moment before deciding. Scott always wanted to be in control of their lovemaking and though they were engaged, he had insisted on waiting until the wedding day itself before having actual sexual intercourse, though he had softened on most other forms of sex after some time. It was tradition, it was his desire for control, and it was his charmingly outdated idea that nice girls didn’t want anything of the sort before they were married, despite her attempts to convince him otherwise.
She got out of bed and put on her robe. It was time for Scott to learn the hard way that she was tired of waiting.
