Her...

Logan stared intently into her brown, luminous eyes and leaned forward, placing his hands lightly on her hips. Max felt her whole body tingling as Logan's stubble rubbed her cheek. When she felt his warm breath in her ear the tingling became a raging fire going from her breast to her pussy.

"I want you, Max" Logan whispered in her ear. "I want you so badly that I can barely think straight."

Max was a mess. They'd said so many time that they 'were not like that' that she'd resigned herself to have only a platonic relationship with Logan. But the truth was that she had liked him 'like that' since the fist time she saw Logan, and when he played her in front of the antique mirror in his apartment she'd decided that she had to have him, had to fuck him blind then and there...of course, Logan pulled away from her as she was about to pounce him, and revealed his hand. She'd wondered many times over the last eighteen months that they'd worked together what would've happened if Logan had held just a few seconds more...well, she'd probably would've beat the living shit out of him (after fucking him, of course) and skipped town. But the fact remained that even after she'd told him to fuck off, and the shooting that had landed him in the chair, and their subsequent adventures she'd always remembered the way he'd made her felt, and Logan had became a mainstay of her frequent and vigorous masturbation sessions. After a while, she only pictured him as she worked her cunt vigorously, his name that she cried to the skies as she came over and over again...

Remembering his hot, fixed gaze on her a few minutes ago, as she fucked herself with the nightstick, made her tremble with barely restrained desire as she felt the first stirring of an orgasm sweeping from her belly into her engorged clit. She felt feverish, wanton, like a **** slut, but she didn't care. Max braced herself on Logan's shoulders, and rubbed her crotch on his straining erection, the rough texture of his jeans sending her off the edge. She shuddered, gasped, and brought her legs behind his back, straddling him fully and rubbing against him more fully, prolonging the orgasm as long as she could.

After a few minutes, she became aware of herself, and of exactly what she'd done...and to whom.

Max looked up at Logan's eyes, prepared to see him disgusted at her, or at best, just fuck her and leave her there afterward, like the slut she felt right then.

Instead she found herself pinned in place by Seattle's most famous pair of eyes.

She suddenly felt her mouth go dry, her hearth hammering wildly in her chest. 'Fuck just a few words and he makes me come, now if he keeps looking at me like that I'm gonna lose it' she thought while looking away from him.

Logan tilted her head up, made her look back at him "Did you just came" Hmm..."

At that Max stared back at him sharply. "Hmm WHAT, Logan" If you have something to say just fucking say it, all right!"

She'd forgotten how easily Logan could piss her off, and felt the last throes on her orgasm fade away as she prepared herself to stand and leave the room, putting back her soldier's mask.

As she slipped her legs from Logan's back and onto the bed, preparing to pull away from him, she was shocked still as she felt Logan's hands moving from her waist to her upper legs, pushing her firmly back down on his straining erection, thumbs stroking her inner thighs firmly yet tenderly towards her pussy. As she stiffened and straightened her back away from him in shock, she felt him take her engorged left nipple in his mouth, biting lightly and sucking through the sheer fabric of her skimpy robe.

All the while without taking his eyes away from her.

Logan drew random patterns on her tights for a while before reaching her pussy, by now sopping wet, and started playing with her labia while stroking her still-throbbing clit with both thumbs.

By now Max had lost all semblance of control, squirming on his cock while digging her fingers in the short hairs at the nape of his neck, eyes glazed, with the tip of her tongue tracing her pouty lips slowly.

After playing with her for a little longer, Logan moved his mouth to her breastbone, and then started to lick his way up slowly, leisurely, towards her mouth. Max held her breath as Logan reached her chin.

He nipped sharply along her jawline, before reaching her mouth, where he licked her slowly, fully across the lips.

"By 'hmm' I meant that you seem awfully responsive tonight, Max. It gives me all kinds of ideas."

Max remembered to breath, and looked back at him fully in the eyes, finally seeing beyond the cold, hard Eyes Only stare to find a glimmer of the mischievous Logan she'd became used to, and more important, the all-consuming desire for her that she'd longed for since the first night.

Feeling the stirrings of another orgasm coming upon her, she leaned closer to Logan and whispered at him, her warm breath playing across his lips.

"Oh yeah" Logan Cale, Protector of widows, orphans and lost animals has 'all kinds of ideas'" I wonder what they might beeee...!" Her last word was almost ripped from her as Logan plunged almost all her left hand inside of her, while stroking her clit furiously with his thumb, and grabbing her ass with the other to keep her from buckling.

"You forget something, Max. You might have learned several ways to kill a man using only two fingers by the time you were five. But by that same time, I had mastered the art of making a woman come again and again, using only those same two fingers. There's something to be said about experience, you know." Saying that, Logan increased his rhythm, bringing Max to the brink of orgasm again.

"Well, are you going... to show meeee... or just... brag oh god..." Max threw her head back, grinding herself against his hand as she exploded again. She had never felt like this, she never thought it possible to come so soon and so hard, and as she started to come down from it she felt Logan shove his fingers deeply back into her pussy, while biting hard on her nipple and shoving his other hand's middle and index fingers into her ass almost to the knuckle, making her come again, hard, and prolonging her orgasm for what it seemed like hours. As she came slowly down, she noticed two things; Logan's smug smirk, and the fact that he still had most of his fingers deep into both her holes. She stared at him, still reeling from her mind-blowing orgasms, and kissed him deeply while freeing his throbbing cock from his pants.

"OK, I admit it, you had some really great ideas." Max started to stroke him slowly, and was rewarded with a slight hitch in his breath, although his eyes remained focused on hers.

Logan started to work his fingers again in both her holes, slowly this time.

"What, this?" He punctuated his question by stabbing sharply into her, before resuming his slow rhythm. "Oh honey, this is just foreplay! Just to get you wet and ready for me."

Logan flicked his thumb roughly against her aching clit, while working a third finger in her ass. As Max buckled and moaned in his lap, Logan bit sharply at the end of her jawbone just beneath her ear, over a cluster of nerves, setting her body on fire again.

"Then...oh goddd...what did youuu...Logan, what are you doing to mee...."

Still stroking her gently, he whispered in her ear.

"Well Max, pretty much anything I want to...although I did take into account your amazing flexibility and stamina...and the fact that you can hold your breath for five minutes."

Hearing that, Max just surrendered herself to Logan, knowing he would never hurt her, and also knowing that she was about to get the life fucked out of her, and not really giving a shit. Her only remaining doubt being what exactly did Logan plan to do to her next...