Turning the Tables

Logan is the property of Marvel. This is for private entertainment only.
Rated NC17 strong sexual content

I watched him walk to the bar. My insides fluttered. This place didn't attract too many men like him. I looked over tonite's clientele. It was the usual group of corporate types- three piece suits, striped ties and briefcases.

Except for him. He was different. There was an aura of danger around him. In this room filled with Armani and Hugo Boss, he was an original. From the battered leather jacket to the sinfully tight jeans, from his attitude to his walk, everything about him screamed male.

Suddenly, I felt extremely female. I became very aware, more than ever before, of the low neck of my dress, the way the fabric hugged my hips. I wanted to impress him, to attract him.

"The Executive Club is proud to present Julie Crow!" A spattering of applause was heard. It was my cue. I walked to the microphone while the intro music swelled.

"It had to be you, it had to be you." My eyes drifted over the crowd as I sang, then settled on him. "I wandered around, finally found, somebody who..."

He swiveled around on the barstool and his gaze slid to the door, then swung back and locked on me. The flutter in the pit of my stomach returned. It was all I could do to finish the song, and I had a whole set to do.

My last set was over and he was still sitting at the bar. I had watched all night as women approached him. I was terrified he would leave with one of them. But he brushed all of them off. He only seemed interested in his beer.

Normally, I would have gone straight home after work. I had learned early on that the guys in the club assumed that if I came out after my set, I must be looking to hook up with someone. They could never understand that I just wanted a drink. Tonite, though, was different.

I wanted him, like I'd never wanted any other man, and I was going to have him. I didn't change. Mt costume was a helluva lot sexier than my jeans and sweater. I peeked out of the closet that served as my dressing room. He was still there. Good.

I snaked through the tables on my way to the mahogany bar that ran the length of the room. It was packed tonite.

"Julie," a man called out. "Why don't you join us for a drink?" I ignored him like I always do. My target's head had whipped around, searching the speaker out. A proprietary look flashed in his dark eyes. This might not be as hard as I thought.

Those dark, intense eyes followed my progress the rest of the way. He let me have his stool, but was plastered against me due to the mob. Electricity zinged along my entire nervous system.

"I'm Logan," a deep voice breathed in my ear. A shiver ran down my spine.


He chuckled. "Yeah, I caught that earlier."

The club suddenly was too crowded. "Do you want to get outta here?" I asked.

A sexy smile spread across his handsome face. "Sure, darlin'."

We walked outside. I couldn't wait; I had to taste him. I pushed him back against a wall, knowing full well that he was allowing it. Reaching up and pulled his head toward mine. Rational thought left me as we explored each other's mouths with questing tongues.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" he asked when our kiss ended.

"I-I'm not usually this way, " I stammered. "It's been a long time since I've been with anyone."

"And you decided to remedy that tonite." That sexy grin was back. "I'm honored, darlin'."

I tried to give him a little disinterested shrug, but
it turned into a quiver. His smile turned knowing. "Why don't we got to your place?"

I took his hand to lead him down the street. "That's exactly what I had in mind."

We made it just inside the door. He wrapped his arms around me, leaned back against the wall, and waited. "What now, darlin'? You're callin' the
shots here."

I felt powerful. Never in my life had I been in charge during sex. I had been fantasizing about this moment for years. My hands slid over the flannel shirt he wore. My fingers shook as I undid the buttons to reveal the skin beneath. I couldn't help but sigh. His was the most
beautiful chest I had ever seen. My lips roamed over the bronze expanse.

Logan jerked when my mouth closed over a flat nipple. It was good to know I wasn't the only one affected. After another soul wrenching kiss, I reached down and fumbled with his belt buckle, but was unsuccessful. "Take 'em off," I ordered. "Slowly."

A wicked smile appeared as he obeyed. He stood before me, proud and erect. I backed up a bit and gaped. There was no way I could take in all of that.

"Yes, you can and you will." He still wore that evil smile. "Are you going to reciprocate?" He motioned toward my clothes.

I had never stripped for a man, but I was going to now. I wanted him as hot and bothered as I was. As I slowly slid my dress down over my hips, I heard his breath quicken. A small moan escaped from his lips when the satin pooled at my feet.

"Touch me," I murmured. Logan was more than willing to grant my request. His large, rough hands wandered over my exposed skin. I thought I would die when he expertly removed my bra, then filled his hands with my breasts. I almost came when he bent down and sucked at my nipples.

"Easy, darlin'," he whispered against my heated skin. My fingers tangled in his thick hair. I pushed his head downward. He had a talented mouth and I wanted it elsewhere. If it hadn't been for his strong arms holding me, I would've been a puddle on the floor when his tongue entered me.

Oh, god, he was so good at it. I was going to explode right there. "C'mon, baby," I heard him say. "Come for me." I lost it. My release broke over me. Logan held me tight until it was over.

I looked down into his eyes and saw raw lust. I was ready again. I massaged his straining cock and whispered, "Fuck me, Logan."

A growl rumbled deep in his chest. He picked me up, carried me to my bed and ravished me repeatedly for hours.

"Are you ok, darlin'?" he asked. I felt boneless. I don't think I could've moved for anything.

"Yeah," was all I could say. My body ached deliciously from the pounding it had just received. I snuggled closer to him, to his warmth. "Don't leave me," I begged. I could feel sleep pulling at me, but I was afraid he'd be gone when I woke up.

"Sshh. It's ok. I'm not going anywhere," his deep voice assured me. He threaded his fingers through my hair. "Go to sleep." So I did.

In my dream, I was rocking. Back and forth. I slowly awoke and realized Logan was inside of me, thrusting gently. What a wonderful way to start the day. He sensed that I was awake, so he increased his rhythm. We were both
soon gasping as we climaxed together.

"Good mornin," I smiled at him.

"Yes, it is," he chuckled. We stayed in bed all day until I had to get ready to go to the club.

"Are you going to be there?" I queried.

"I'll be there, baby," he replied. "I want to hear you sing again. And I will know that all those men want you but I'm the only one that's had you."

I shivered. "How am I supposed to sing now?"

"Sing to me."

For a week, every moment that I wasn't working was spent with Logan. Most of the time, we were in bed. He was everything I needed him to be, gentle and loving at times, feral and rough at others.

Then one morning I woke to an empty spot next to me. On the pillow, his pillow now, was a folded note.

"I will be back, darlin', when you least expect me and most need me. It was an incredible week. Sing to me every night and where ever I am, I'll hear it. Logan"

I smiled to myself as I clutched his promise to my breast. He'd be back and I'd be ready.