A little play before getting down on bussiness.

Logan slowly took his fingers out of her ass, still working his left hand languorously on her pussy.

After kissing and nipping his way to her throat, he took the rest of his fingers out of her. He moved that hand to his mouth, slowly, never breaking eye contact with Max. The n he proceeded to lick them clean, one by one. Max couldn't believe how horny that simple act made her.

Once he was through grooming himself Logan placed his hands on Max's hips again, bringing her flush against himself. This put his rock hard cock against her dripping labia, eliciting another groan from Max.

"So, your name is Nancy, right?"

Max looked at him confused. Nancy? Then she remembered her performance just a moments ago.

"No, that's just the act. You, Mr Eastman, can call me whatever you want." Max felt lightheaded. Her usual sexual encounters were either heat-induced or were a result or those, one of the losers that got all-clingy and wouldn't let her be. She went out with them again, called them 'boyfriends' and tried to do the regular girl thing. Sex with them usually was short, unsatisfactory for her or both.

Logan, now...

He not only was smart, funny and sexy as hell, he usually could hold his own in whatever topic they discussed. He even won the occasional chess match, and never took offense that a girl kicked his ass easily and frequently. Hell, he was getting better. He never knew, but he had come close to beating her more that once. And on top of all that, he had made her come twice with just a look and a few fingers...

Thinking of what he could do to her once he got serious left her panting with lust and anticipation. His voice made her pay attention to what he was actually saying.

"Uh..what?"

"I said, what's your name" If I can call you whatever I want, I want your name."

Max realized that he was still playing for the hidden mikes and cameras that covered the room.

"Maxine. My name is Maxine."

"Well then, Maxine." Logan nipped his way again to her left ear and whispered. "Do you trust me" I'll never hurt you, and we can stop whenever you want."

Max leaned back a little, and looked again into those expressing green eyes, nibbling her lower lip.

"Yes. Yes, I trust you."

The change in his expression was immediate, he went from the man he knew, his friend and confidante to the hungry, cocky visage of the man that had tracked her down to Crash the night after they had met.

'Uh oh, I may have spoken too soon...who knows what he has in mind...' then again, she did trust him with her life...

Logan had already removed the belt of her silk robe and was tying it over her eyes as a blindfold. Then he pushed gently on her thighs indicating that she should stand. Max felt him get up as well, andd walk around her. With another gentle tug he pushed the robe down from her shoulders to her elbows, and then took her arms back and tied them with the silky fabric.

"OK, then. Tonight's safe word is November."

Before Max had time to wonder what was going on she heard a rustle of fabric behind her, and then felt the soft thump of Logan's clothes hitting the ground. She could hear Logan moving around, and then she felt his heat once again behind her.

Logan circled her body with his arms, putting both of his hands on her lower belly. Then he started to caress her with the pads of his fingers, making small circles moving slowly upwards.

At the same time, Max felt him bury his face in her mane of raven hair, working his nose and lips until he reached the skin at the nape of her neck; to her barcode. Logan kissed and licked the sensitive area slowly, taking his time and driving her wild.

Then, just as he nipped the tender area he cupped her breast with both hands, circling her puckering nipples slowly, and moved his body completely against hers, inserting his cock between her legs, so the shaft rubbed the lengt of her pussy and the head protruded from between her legs.

Max couldn't stop herself anymore. She moaned loudly.

"Calm down, dear. I'm just getting started..."

Max was about to demand he just fuck her already, when Logan suddenly let go of her, turned her around to face him and kissed her.

It wasn't the gentle kiss she would've expected from him. It wasn't the hungry, sloppy kiss she usually gave and received while in heat, or while playing 'normal' with her loser boyfriends. It was hard, demanding, all-consuming. It took her breath -literally- away. And as fast as it started, it was over.

Logan had once more stepped away from her, and the sudden absence left her weak at the knees and stumbling. She tried to regain her footing, but as she took her first step back she hit the bed and felt herself falling. And just then Logan was with her, hands on her shoulders, steading her fall so she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed. As soon as she regained her balance she felt Logan's hands move, the left trailing down to play with one nipple, the other one cupping the side of her face, thumb rubbing slowly across her wet, swollen lips.

'Bastard likes to be in control, huh?'

She was very aware of the musky, slightly sweet smell of pre-cum emanating inches in front of her face. Deciding that two could play at this, she run the tip of her tongue over her lips and nipped playfully at his finger before taking it into her mouth and making a show of suckling on it. That earned her a groan of pleasure from Logan, who apparently had a similar idea on mind, because the next thing she knew he had removed his thumb and she had the tip of his cock lightly pressed against her lips.

With a low, throaty chuckle of triumph she opened her mouth and sneaked her tongue over the head, finally tasting him. It was all she ever thought and more.

Logan let her play with the gland a little, before burying his other hand in her hair and pushing her head gently. She got the hint, and started to take as much as she could into her mouth. When she felt the head hit her throat she eased back slowly, sucking and moving her tongue all over the shaft as it came out. Once they got into this rhythm Max stared to pick up the pace, bobbing up and down on his cock with increased speed, until she felt him close to come. Then she slowed the pace, not wanting him to finish off too quickly. They kept the game for some fifteen minutes, until Logan felt like he was about to explode. Feeling the pulsing of his cock and his breathing and heart rate going all over the place Max moved her head back, letting his cock slid completely out of her mouth.

"So, Mr. Eastman, ready to have your wicked way with me?" she said before slacking her jaw, opening her mouth wide and flattening her tongue down, the tip just hanging out.

It was more than Logan could stand.

He grasped both sides of her head firmly and plunged his aching cock in her mouth. Max was ready for this, and moved her head with him, leaning forward to ease his cock down her throat. Each time he thrusted his member slid down her esophagus, her nose touching the curly hair on his navel. And each time he withdrew Max used her tongue and teeth to tease him further. It didn't take long before his thrusts became as erratic as his pulse, until with Logan tensed with a groan and started to withdraw, not wanting to ejaculate on her mouth. Max had other plans, though.

As his cock was almost fully out if her mouth she closed on it with her lips, dragged her teeth one final time and clamping down just behind the head, rubbing her tongue vigorously under the gland and sucking hard. She was rewarded with a strangled moan from Logan as he came convulsively, spurting over and over again in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, a few drops escaping to pool at the sides of her mouth. Once he stopped cumming, Max licked herself clean as best she could, before devoting her attention to groom Logan's quivering, still-hard cock with a satisfied smile.

Once she was done cleaning him, and very much aware that he was once more rock hard, max tilted her head to the side and up to his face.

"That was nice, Mr Eastman. What do you have in mind now?"