A Private Eden 2

“Greetings, Scott. Can I come in and converse with you?”

Lying on his bed, Scott looked up from the latest issue of Motor magazine and saw Ororo standing in his open door. His lips parted, slightly breathless, as he looked her over.

Ororo blinked and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. An anxious gesture, but on her glorious body, it was pure sex. She wore an elastic tubetop—it clung to her round breasts, tight enough that there was no mistaking her for wearing a bra, while miles and miles of soft, tender stomach were exposed. Then there were her cut-offs, so short they rode high up her full hips and let the pockets peek out under the ragged hems.

Ororo was often… unconvinced… when it came to the notion that she should hide her nudity, especially from all her close friends on the X-Men. But there was an innocence to her occasionally going naked. Now—though she was technically wearing something—she seemed so much more naked than Scott had ever seen her.

***

All day long, Emma had burned with thoughts of Scott Summers’ cock. Jean’s thoughts on the matter had been quite superlative, back when she’d been the Black Queen, her mind an open book. Now that they had the dreary matter of their conflicting moralities out of the way—thanks to the borrowing of Ororo’s body—Emma wanted to sample Jean’s prize fuck as soon as possible. She was dying to feel her cunt… or, rather, Ororo’s… clinging to his penetrating manhood.

“Come on in,” Scott said, setting the magazine down on the nightstand. “Don’t tell me: you need help grading papers?”

“Nothing like that, Scott dear.” Emma shut the door behind her and slunk across the bedroom, until she could park her fat ass on the edge of the bed. “In fact, it’s somewhat personal.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, Ro.”

Emma smiled at him, wishing she still had her telepathy to fully appreciate how she was fooling him. But it was back with her body in the keeping of the Hellfire Club. Still, she was familiar enough with Scott’s foibles—with those of all men—to be sure she could seduce him.

“It’s about you and Jean.”

Scott kept up a blank expression, folding his hands behind his head. “Go ahead. I’m at peace with it; I don’t mind talking about her. I know how close you two were—”

“Scott, there’s being at peace with what happened and being at peace yourself. I don’t know if you’ve truly moved on.”

Scott snorted a laugh. “Is there moving on from that? It happened. But I’m not there anymore. I think that’s the best I can hope for.”

“And what about the people who love you? Is the best they can hope for that you’re only in a little pain? Or that it only affects your performance a little?”

“What about my performance?” Scott asked, sitting up, pulling in one knee to lean on.

Emma’s eyes darted to the crotch of his jeans. She noticed the shape of his member under the denim. And she leaned closer to him, supporting herself on an outstretched hand.

“You’ve been getting distracted. Been short-tempered. Little things, but it’s obvious you’re not yourself.”

“I’m not?” Scott asked, taken aback.

Emma didn’t need telepathy to know what he was thinking. He didn’t want to admit it—it was bullshit, after all. But ‘Ororo’ wouldn’t lie to him. So he doubted his own memories, questioning if he had been distracted, short-tempered. Which was all in the eye of the beholder, of course.

“Scott, when was the last time you were with a woman?”

“There’s a personal question!” Scott chuckled disbelievingly.

“Yes. It is. But one that’s pertinent to the rest of the team. You may not be ready to date again, but you should at least be able to release some tension.”

“I’m sure it’d be easy for you to find people who would like to have sex without even going on a date,” Scott said ruefully. “Trust me, it’s not that simple for some of us.”

“Isn’t it?” Emma asked. She put her other hand on the bed, padding on all fours towards Scott. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Scott’s disbelieving smile was becoming something of a rictus. “You’re… Ororo, come on. You were Jean’s best friend…”

“And I’m also yours. And I know Jean wouldn’t begrudge either of us some… relaxation.” She pouted her lower lip at him. “No strings attached, Scott. I won’t expect any from you except an orgasm. Or two.” She let her voice drop, becoming soft, husky. “Jean told me how good it was. I’ve always been curious. And I think you’ve wanted to know a few things about me, too, haven’t you?”

“Ro, this is crazy. We can’t just hop into bed together--!”

“But here we are, Scott. In bed. And I don’t know about you, but I’m horny. I’m horny just thinking of you working all that tension out of your system. On me.” Emma rubbed her mound through her shorts. “I’m thinking about it right now, Scott. While I touch myself. It feels nice, but it could feel a lot better. Maybe if you were watching—getting a real good look at the nasty things I do to myself because you won’t…”

Scott could only gape as Emma lifted her ass and tugged the shorts down over the juicy peach of her ass. She whisked them down her slender legs and kicked them to the floor, leaving herself naked from the waist down.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Emma said, rubbing her platinum white pubic hair directly instead of through the cutoffs. “I’m not like you, Scott. I don’t have the strength to control myself. When I want something, there’s only so long I can go before I take it. Jean would want you to be happy. Let me make you happy. You have no idea how much I’ll enjoy it, Scott… losing control… losing control with you…”

By now she could see a huge erection straining at Scott’s jeans. She spread her thighs open, showing him the pink that all her supple flesh and toned limbs seemed to lead to. She giggled at him as she slid her fingers down her stomach, dipping them into the waiting boil of her sex.

“Mmmm—this would feel so good—if I didn’t know you’d be so much better,” she sighed. “I’m so juicy right now, Scott. Listen—you’ll probably hear my fingers in my wet pussy…”

Pushing two fingers inside herself, Emma laid back on the bed—into the position of a woman expecting to be mounted—and fucked herself, two fingers stroking as fast as they could.

Scott’s mouth dropped open. He could hear it… one of the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, ever seen, second only to Jean herself… and he knew the sound of her wet cunt sucking on two busy fingers.

“We’re teammates, Ororo,” Scott said haltingly. “After Jean and I… I couldn’t risk… couldn’t give…”

“Let’s be real, Scott,” Emma hissed, her hips riding up into her hand, like they were barely held down by the two fingers in her sex. “If you think it’s such a bad idea to give me that big cock, what is it doing going halfway to your knee?”

Scott glanced down at his bulging fly. He had a huge erection—it twitched shamelessly through his denim. And Emma stared at it, blue eyes hooded, and fingered herself even faster. Her thoughts clearly nowhere but the two of them in this small, small room.

“Why don’t you take it out, Scott? Put it in my cunt? See what happens? You can be the leader, Scott. Give me orders… tell me exactly what to do…”

Scott continued to stare, awestruck, at his gorgeous teammate. He hadn’t been aware of it before, but now he couldn’t ignore his manhood pulsing, pushing uncontrollably against the confines of his jeans.

“Please, Scott. I need it. You’re our leader. Won’t you give me what I need?”

Scott could control himself no longer. He never could; it just took a few minutes for that realization to make it from his trembling body to his paralyzed brain. Now, hands shaking, he tore off his clothes. They all landed on the bedroom floor, a shed skin, the discarded animal he had been. Unveiled, the savage beast he had to be to deal with this unbridled temptation.

“Yessss,” Emma gushed, staring blatantly at his cock. “That’s what I need!” Then her eyes flicked up to his face, lust painted all over it. “You’re what I need.”

All of his endowment pulsed stiffly before him. He threw himself on Emma, delving between her thighs, preparing to do to that creamy pussy what he’d been dreaming of since she first showed it to him.

Emma stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Not yet, Scott. So much cock is liable to hurt me. You have to do something else first. You have to eat my pussy. And as soon as you make me come—I’ll be your personal cock-holster.”