Risen

“I’d forgotten how tall you were,” Max trailed off, and normally she’d kick herself for saying something so lame, but this time, she thought she could give her socially maladjusted child soldier brain a break. What were you supposed to say when your handicapable bestie ditched the handi-? ‘Let’s go shoe shopping?’ ‘Does this mean I can roll around in your old wheelchair?’ ‘Hey, now that you’re taking showers again, how about we—‘

It was probably all kinds of gross to start fitting a guy for boyfriend material the moment he got out of a wheelchair. There’d always been that tension between them, but Max could admit it, it’d never been as tense as it was with him standing over her, tall and… leggy. He was probably sensitive. He was probably reeling from the psychological acid trip of it all; she knew she was. But she also knew guys, and Max felt safe saying that ten out of ten dentists would recommend not holding off on wild monkey sex just to make a guy feel better about the wild monkey sex not happening when he was in the chair with the wheels.

Max had an insistent voice in her head saying that a working set of legs should not be the straw that finally broke their unresolved sexual tension, and another voice saying that it was always going to be something, who cared what it was? She could keep dillying and dallying over the pros and cons of their friendship suddenly including genitals, or she could just dive in. Diving in was more her style. And as long as Logan had some of her blood in his veins, he could follow her lead. Give her some of his fluids in return.

Max put her hands on his broad chest, running them down the cool leather of his jacket, keeping her palms on the lapels, only daring to put the pads of her fingers on the shirt beneath, the thin fabric separating her from his bare flesh.

“I’ve had a lot of guys complain they couldn’t walk after a night with me,” Max babbled, though she was a cool enough customer to manage it in a sultry tone that didn’t give away how lame she thought her own banter was, with her heart pounding out of control and her blood throbbing in her veins like it was calling out to Logan’s. “Strange to have it go the other way.”

“I haven’t thanked you yet,” Logan said, a deep breath filling out his chest.

He’d kept in shape, at least from the waist up, and her blood had hit him like a steroid, giving his chest definition, chiseling away the thin, normal layer of fat to leave him cut like a diamond. Max bit her lip as her fingertips trailed from one ab to another. His shirt was tighter too, clinging closely to bulging veins on his pectorals. Max wondered if that would settle down eventually, leave him back to his normal self finally. Just with his spine in one piece. She wouldn’t mind. She was used to Logan being a bit soft, even cuddly. Through the striations of washboard abs weren’t unwelcome, just unfamiliar.

Max wondered if he even still needed the glasses. Maybe her X-5 blood had been too busy on his spine to get to his eyes. Maybe he’d kept them on because he was used to them too, or didn’t want to freak her out too much. It wasn’t like she cared. She actually thought they were a bit hot.

With her mind off on Planet Logan, her hands kept going down, her sense of touch not registering with Max until her fingers hit his belt. She looked down to see what had butted into her hands and that’s when she saw the enormous bulge in his pants. Logan was being a gentleman about it—as much as someone could be—but it could only be a matter of time until she noticed it and now she had. And she wasn’t leaving until she’d done something about it.

Well, she thought to herself, I suppose that’s a better reason to get with Logan than him being out of the chair. Score one for political correctness.

Whatever face she made when she was thinking about Logan’s cock ramming into her, he must’ve seen it. He leaned in to kiss her, at first gently, then more daringly, his tongue darting into her mouth. Max had never been more aware of her panties tightly binding her mound, or how wet they were.

She moved her tongue back against his, letting him know she wanted it—wanted a lot of it. He cupped her face in his hands and really got to work, pulling her tightly against him to take his whole tongue into her mouth. Max trembled uncontrollably. Maybe she should’ve fucked him when he was in the chair. All this waiting had left her feeling… bottled up.

They parted, coming up for air. “I’m getting an idea how I can thank you,” Logan muttered.

Max was panting herself. “I think I’m getting the idea,” she quipped.

The bulge in Logan’s pants was even bigger than before, crowding out his zipper. Max supposed doing as much as telling him she wanted to fuck wasn’t doing anything to kill his ardor. But Logan was a pretty smart cookie. He could probably tell how much she wanted it, but he could also tell she didn’t want to be rushed, no more than any woman did. He went on kissing Max, getting her hot, getting her quivering with excitement, and as they kissed, he undid her wrap top—eased it open where its two halves swathed her breasts.

They came free of the top’s tightness, sticking out big and firm. Logan sucked in air; Max wondered if he’d ever seen a nicer pair. She wasn’t too cocky, she knew he had a way with women, but still, it seemed obvious to her that she had one hell of a good set, right down to the delicate pink nipples.

His breath coming faster, almost a growl, Logan reached out to cup them in his hands. Max fisted her hands in the lapels of his jacket and slumped back, letting him hold her upright so long as he wanted to stand up. Hanging back, her hair trailing down to the floor, Max gurgled with delight.

“Mmm—feel free to play with my tits even when you don’t owe me one,” she sighed. “Those hands feel pretty good when they’re not tapping away at a keyboard.”

“This feels better than typing for me too,” Logan retorted. He couldn’t come up with much romantic dialogue. He’d already called Max a miracle and he didn’t want to overdo it. Besides, his erection was trying to tear through his pants—he didn’t do his best thinking like that. But he still didn’t rush.

As blunt and as earthy as she pretended to be, Max wasn’t the anomaly she presented herself as. She wanted the same as what most people wanted: to be slowly, deliciously worked up to the point that she lost all control. Logan liked that easy, consummate process too. He’d hate to rush something as fun as this. So he took his time, caressing her breasts with one leisurely touch after another.

Max stared adoringly at his face, thinking how she’d come to treasure seeing it, but she was too hot for introspection. Instead, she looked down at his big hands as they fondled her, thumbs expertly cajoling her nipples into hardness. He leaned into them, burrowing his face into her cleavage, until he was sucking on the stiff buttons. Max moaned, shaking with pleasure.

“Mmmmm, yeah, you’re getting me so turned on,” she mewled.

“That’s the idea.”

He pushed her breasts together, crushing them until the engorged nipples met and he could suck them both at once. Max almost hit the roof. With a hoarse cry, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around Logan and shoving her breasts further into his face. Logan’s legs buckled, but held, and he was quick to pin Max against a wall, holding her there completely submissive with her fingers running through his hair. He sucked at her breasts, loudly, greedily, until the two of them were both panting with arousal.

“Unhh, Logan, I can’t do this much longer!” Max squealed, barely recognizing her own impassioned voice. “I’m not usually so turned on for this… I really need you to get me off, right now.”

Logan released her nipples, leaving them gleaming with spit, and said “Well, it’s high time I showed you the bedroom in this joint, isn’t it?”

His arms wrapped around her, holding her lithe little body up, he carried her to the bedroom. Max switched on the light as they entered the room. She knew she could see in the dark, but she wanted him to see her as well.

As they neared the bed, Max pushed at him, like a cat trying to get out of its owner’s arms, and Logan let her drop down onto the bed. Neither of them were willing to wait while they undressed each other as Logan had done for Max. They stripped themselves, fumbling with their clothes as they saw snippets of their partner disrobed.

Max could swear Logan planned taking his pants off first—she stared as she tried to kick off her shoes and shove down her tight pants and untangle her twisted panties from her thighs, all more or less at once. Logan was nicely hung, his engorged cock wagging lewdly in front of him. Max thought of taking all that inside her, into her starving pussy, and she clenched helplessly, nearly overwhelmed with the desire to stroke herself instead of kicking off her clinging pants so she could be naked for him.

Logan saw the pearly juice running out of her slit and he shuddered with excitement himself. Max was horny as hell—it was almost intimidating, how all that X-5 need was for him. He reached down to extricate her from her pants, helping her out of them, and her socks, and then spreading her legs with either hand. Max moaned when she was opened up, his hands holding her splayed legs in place.

“I need it so much, Logan.”

Logan moved onto the bed, crawling up its length, over Max’s body, her face a riot of anticipation as he padded over her feet, her legs, her thighs, her belly. Then she gaped as Logan stopped in his tracks, coming down onto her juicy cunt. She felt his tongue raking over her tender labia, obscenely slurping, smacking, feeling incredible, but Max was still shocked that he’d stopped. She’d been inviting him to fuck her—now he was eating her out instead. She was in utter disbelief.

“Logan, babe,” she groaned as he kept working at her sex, “you don’t have to turn me on anymore. I’m as wet as it gets. Fuck me.”

She reached down into his hair, to try to pull him away from her slit—as insane as that notion seemed when it was feeling so good—but he caught her hand by the wrist and twisted it away. Another note of disbelief singed Max; he shouldn’t have been able to do that, overpower her, even if he could walk. She wondered a bit if she was dreaming.

Then he lashed his tongue inside of her, fast and hungry, and Max wailed in delight. Gave him the honeyed ejaculation that Logan was after. He lapped up her cream as it spurted out of her, ran down her labia, and Max forgot about everything but how good it felt.

“Oohhh… God, YEAH!” Max cried. “That’s so fucking good, baby… love it when you kiss my cunt… my wet little… GHH!”

She’d always loved having her pussy eaten and Logan was an expert. One little trip of his tongue over her mons and her thighs spasmed, trying to close on his head. Max reached down to hold them open, letting Logan keep devouring her. His burning tongue was everywhere, whipping her pulsing clit, teasing inside her folds, even circling the little puckered sphincter of her anus.

Max was in heaven. She snapped her teeth at the bedding around her, moaning without embarrassment as Logan’s tongue pored over every inch of her folds. More of her slippery juice poured from her and the pointed tip of Logan’s tongue licked it up. It all felt amazing to Max, but it was just the start. With her pussy relaxed, made receptive to his tongue, Logan zeroed in on her G-spot. He made his tongue long and rigid, then pushed it inside of her.

“UNNNHH! YESSS!” Max yelled.

She’d been aching to have something enter her, and even though it wasn’t Logan’s cock, it was still hitting everywhere she’d want his prick to go. He slid it into her, all that he could give her, then wiggled it up and down in her depths. Hammering throbs ran through Max’s cunt, waves of pleasure that she was used to from a cock, but hitting her differently, more subtly, more insidious when it was Logan’s tongue. She wasn’t sure how to react to it. Her toned body clenched and surged, hips twitching, rutting up into Logan’s long kiss of her pussy.

“OOHH, LOGAN, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!” Max sobbed ecstatically, throwing her head back, losing her grip on her kicking legs while she whimpered and mewled.

Logan kept reaming her with his tongue, picking her legs up and throwing them over his shoulders. Her thighs enclosed his face, but they weren’t keeping him out, they were holding him in as he burrowed his tongue into her deeper than it had ever gone.

“UNH! UNH! Shit! You’re gonna make me come so good, so fucking good!” Max breathed. “Baby, your tongue…”

Logan kept her legs on his shoulders, kicking and pumping behind his back, while he moved his tongue to her clit. He flicked it wildly to make up for leaving it unattended. As his tongue struck her stiff little clit one, two, three times, Max exploded. She felt his tongue run across her clit and then she was convulsing, the motion deep inside her body, no room for anything else, pressure pushing out a flood of her juices that spurted into Logan’s mouth like foaming champagne after the cork had been popped.

“OHHH! GODD! YESSS! NNNNGH!” Max wailed.

Logan left her clit tingling in orgasm and thrust his tongue back inside her, letting her ride it through her climax. He knew having her pussy writhe around his tongue as she came would make her orgasm longer, more intense. Her excitement was getting to him too. His cock, buried in the mattress, bucked and jerked like an animal trying to get free. Logan had no reservations about wanting to drive it into Max, no illusions about how good it would feel, but he was in no hurry. They had all night and feeling Max come against his face was making him shiver with anticipation of feeling another of her orgasms around his cock.