xp_logs | Warren and Jessica -- "Nice shoes, wanna @!*#?"

Warren and Jessica meet and have a very adult playdate.

ooc: Mature situations written by immature players. You have all been warned

Jessica landed a short distance away from the country club. She swiftly brushed her hair back and adjusted the tennis uniform that she had dressed herself in. Adri had asked her to investigate the club, as some of its patrons may be involved in X-Factor's latest case. She easily bypassed the gate with the false membership that the other members of X-Factor had provided her and slowly made her way up to the front entrance. 'God this is going to be boring. A bunch of rich guys? They're probably all old and pervy. Geezus. Why couldn't I be kicking but with Lorna or something cool like that? The only reason they didn't send her down here is because her green hair would attract too much attention. You know, for the Mistress of Magnetism, she can sure be the Mistress of being a pain in my ass.' Jessica thought as she wandered through the lobby. The air conditioning felt good on her skin and she slowly made her way through the winding hallways. She sighed and pressed her way through a nearby door, and suddenly found herself on tiled floor.

It was nice to escape sometimes, Warren thought to himself. As much as he disliked the people there, he enjoyed the anonymity he was provided at the club by the discrete wait staff. It made all the difference in his day.

After a relaxing, private steam, after which he needed to blowdry his wings, he'd decided to have a drink. He got dressed and tucked his wings back in their halter. Walking out of the bathroom, he turned quickly into the hallway, and didn't even notice the woman walking.

Warren walked right into her.

"I'm terribly sorry," ‎he said, a look of concern on his face. "Are you alight?"

Jessica looked up at the man with the pleasing voice that had spoken to her. Heat ran up her spine and she immediately gave the man a grin, her hand brushing away a stray lock of hair. He was definitely not old and Jessica found herself hoping maybe he was just a little pervy.
"I'm totally fine. You know, I'm just a little new to this club and I guess I got a little lost. Maybe you could show me some of the more...happening spots?" She asked. Her seductive talents weren't nearly as good as some of the other gals back at the office, but she was learning.

He gave her a slow, appreciative smile.

Young, good looking and new. He'd definitely not had her before, and from the look of her outfit, she was definitely not an employee.‎

Interesting.

"If you're looking for excitement, this might not be the best place," he confessed. Warren offered her his elbow. "That being said, there are a few places here that could be considered as more for the younger set. I'd be happy to provide you with a brief tour, Miss --?"

"Jones. Jessica Jones." She replied as she took the stranger's arm. "And you are...?" She asked as the pair began to walk.

He gave her an odd look. Warren wasn't used to not being recognized, and it threw him off a little that he had to be asked for his name. "Warren," he said finally. "It's nice to meet you Jessica. I'm sure you'll find this club to meet your every needs. Is tennis what you were looking to do?"

Jessica threw back her hair and smiled. She knew who Warren Worthington was, of course. X-Factor had done thorough research on many of the club's patrons. Still, being a know it wall wasn't exactly part of her disguise. Besides, the man's smooth delivery had her all a tingle. She smooth a hand down her front and her smile grew bigger.
"Yes, I've just recently started playing, but I've been told I have a mean swing. Though I'm...open to other suggestions, if you can think of something better." She answered. 'Thank god no one back at the office is a telepath. I'd never hear the end of this.' She thought.

He was used to being hit on but this girl, now she had no shame. He could have fun with this. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be, or anyone to see. Plus, his next meeting was easily a few hours away.

Instead of answering her, he simply smiled, and continued to walk, ruminating the various options in his head. The gym was too crowded. He wasn't going to take her to the pool -- he never swam in public. And then a light bulb.

"Have you seen the wine lounge yet?" It was private, dimly lit, and a perfect place to meet someone new.

"I will once you've shown me." Jessica answered sweetly. 'Thank fuck for being 21. And for gorgeous rich men.' She thought.

It was a short enough walk, and he passed the time by giving a sort of tour.‎ Jessica seemed to be paying attention, and was definitely willing to be with him. He wondered idly if she had planned this.

Giving himself a mental shake, he stopped that line of thinking. So what if she had? There was nothing wrong with going for something, as long as it was obvious and not hidden. ‎ Not like Jean.

"There are also more private rooms too," he said suddenly. ‎Thinking of Jean was something he wanted to avoid. "If that'd be to your liking."

"Private, Mr. Worthington? I think I'd like that even better." Jessica answered. She'd given up all pretenses about ten seconds ago. She'd always been the "ugly" girl back in high school. Well, now she was here with a gorgeous rich guy who seemed to be interested in her. Now as hardly the time for games.

"One of the benefits of being an exclusive member," he said smoothly. "And I assure you, I'm a member of good standing here."

He motioned towards a door and gave a little bow. "After you."

Jessica did her best not to flush and gave Warren as casual a nod as possible as she followed his gesture into a nearby room. 'Hope Adri didn't want this uniform back. Because I'm probably going to hide it in a place she'll never find it after this. Like a fire.' She thought with a grin.

The signals were all there. She was young, perky, and seemed to not want much other than a good time. Just his type.

He ignored the little voice in the back of his head telling him this wasn't a good idea; Jean would be so disappointed, etc. etc. Oh well. They weren't speaking now anyways.

Walking in behind her, he turned the light on, showing a small, well lit locker room. He came up behind her, and said "You can upgrade, and even have a small cot if necessary, but I don't think one always needs a bed. What do you think?"

Jessica was hot. Like all over. She ran a hand through her long brown hair and gave Warren a grin that she hoped was sexy.
"I think you're right. A bed would be quite unnecessary." She answered.

It definitely was sexy. And her legs kept on going.

Warren appreciated legs. So, so much.

Reaching out, he tucked a stray hair behind her ears. "What are you really here for, Jessica? Tell me what it is you want."

Jessica grinned as she reached out to splay her hand gently against Warren's chest. She glanced up at him, a tad shy, and fluttered her lashes.
"Would it be too cliché of me to say 'you,' Mr. Worthington."

"Well in that case," he said, taking her hand in his and gently moving her against the wall, "You'd better call me Warren.”

Once her back hit the wall, he leaned down‎ and pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her deeply.

Someone was seriously going to have to pull the fire alarm; otherwise Jessica might burn the whole place down. She kissed back, the hand on Warren's chest drifting downward while the other rest as gently as possible on the back of his neck. She'd been kissed before, but Warren was kissing the hell out of her, and Jessica found that she liked a little damnation.

With a little nip on her bottom lip, he shifted his attention to the long angles of her neck. He could smell her perfume, and it added to the intensity of the moment.

While her hands were drifting, his remained on her hips, his thumbs idly caressing her hip bones‎.
"Tell me what you want," he asked his face burrowed in the hollow of her neck.

Jessica exerted a bit of her strength, shifting the pair's positions. She then leaned down and gently mouthed along Warren's collar bone, pushing his shirt aside as she did so. Her whole body was on fire and she was ready for far more. With little shame, she reached down and carefully squeezed below Warren's belt.
"I'd like to see a bit more of you, if that's alright. I'll return the favor, of course." She answered with a wink.

"Just don't take off my shirt," he said, amused at her bravado. It wasn't unusual really -- women tended to throw themselves at him but the confidence she was exerting was far more than he was used to seeing. "I like it on."

The subtle fetish line always worked.

Looking down at her hand, he placed his on top of hers and squeezed lightly. "‎You go first."

"Don't worry; we can just get rid of mine." She answered, grinning as she quickly made short work of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head with little hesitation. She knew that she was safe. She was in control of the situation. Warren was a normal man, one who liked to keep his shirt on, but normal. She mentally thanked god for wearing a cute sports bra, but quickly shucked that as well. She moved forward and yanked Warren gently, but firmly, toward her by the waistband of his pants. "I'll have to ask these to go though." She continued, pulling the button open with a quick twist of her fingers.

This was clearly a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Warren had to wonder to himself precisely when he had lost all control of the situation.

Finding he had nothing to say, he nodded and let her make short work of his pants and boxers. Her perky breasts were tantalizing to look at, and reaching out, he stroked the sides before slightly tweaking her nipple. ‎"I'm in your very capable hands," he said.

Jessica shuddered a bit at Warren's attention to her upper body, before she quickly shucked her skirt, leaving her in a pair of bicycle shorts. She sank down to the floor, her head level with Warren's waist. She placed several kisses and the occasional sharp nip there as she moved downwards to the big prize. She began her ministrations slowly, but quickly picked up speed. She was a bit out of practice, but she knew how to make up for it in enthusiasm.
And was it ever enthusiastic. Warren found himself thanking providence that he'd decided to have lunch at the club instead of staying at his office.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his head leaned back and his eyes slightly closed. Her mouth was warm and moist and oh so willing. He tangled his fingers in her hair, ‎stroking the strands as he let himself enjoy the sensations.

Jessica moaned around Warren's length, before pulling off with a slight pop. She gave Warren a sensual smile before she decided it was time for the "main event." She lifted up, and hooked a leg around his sculpted hip and thigh. She, with a little help from her flying abilities, carefully brought the other leg up as well. She brought her lips to Warren's, while slowly thrusting her hips downward.

He really wasn't normally this passive, but this girl clearly knew what she wanted‎. He was slightly surprised to feel her rise on her own accord, but he brushed that off. It wasn't like he was thinking right.

‎Jessica was dripping wet and while he ached to bury himself in her, he mumbled into her neck, “Condom in my pocket.” Taking the hint, it wasn’t too long before he was sheathed and he slid right into her with minimal resistance. Letting out a moan, he buried his head into the crook of her neck and put his hands right on her hip bones, guiding her into a steady rhythm.

Jessica threw her head backwards and let out a moan. It had been awhile, but Warren clearly knew what he was doing. She clenched up, and tweaked the man's nipples through his shirt, all while thrusting back down onto his length.

He picked up the pace, her enthusiasm contributing greatly to the pleasure this encounter was causing. Grabbing her by the ass, he turned and pushed her against the wall, all the while pumping hard.

One arm was wrapped around her, holding her up, the other reaching for her supple breasts. His fingers, at odds with the rest of him, gently brushed across her nipples. It pleased him to see every part of her body react to him.

"Tell me how you want it," he urged, his lips tugging on hers.

Jessica's toes curled and uncurled as Warren's unrelenting assault sent tingles along her nerves. Her legs pulled tightly around him, and she threw herself into a kiss for a few moments.
"A little fucking faster, you can be a bit rough if you want, I'm not going to bruise." She offered in a rough whisper against Warren's ear, adding a nip to the lobe for good measure.

He had absolutely nothing to say back to that. Instead, he dug his fingers harder into her round bottom‎ and nipped on her neck as he obeyed her demands.

Picking up the pace, he slammed himself into her as deep as possible, feeling her folds all over his shaft as he pumped in and out. Warren gave a groan and he moved his finger between them until they were thick with their juices. He then reached between them and with his thumb; he started to rub gently on her clit, slowing himself a bit so that she could get pleasure.

Jessica gasped, voice high as her hand pulled away from Warren to run her hand through her thick locks. She loved Warren's attentiveness, and his flawless technique didn't hurt either. She continued to breathe out in short, breathy gasps, before she silenced herself by moving forward to gently knead her teeth along Warren's neck, gently lavishing the corded muscle and flesh with her tongue.

Taking that as a positive sign, he continued what he was doing, ensuring that the gasps and moans were continuous and appreciative.

He slowed right down, leaning in to kiss her softly. "Move to the table and let me take you from behind."

Jessica lowered herself to the floor, her legs shaking as she padded slowly over to the table. She laid down, shivering as the chill of the table passed through her body. She spread her legs wide, and turned her head to give Warren her best "come hither" look.

He stood behind her, appreciating the view. Taut muscles, slender waist, ample bosom, and a very round, delicious behind. And the legs. Long, shapely legs. ‎

Easing back into her, he ‎could swear she was even wetter than before. "Touch yourself for me," he said, his hand spreading out on her back.

Jessica practically panted with need as she reached down, eager to obey Warren. She rubbed gently at first, before quickening the paces. She loved the strong, spicy scent that seemed to cling to Warren, and combined with Warren's ministrations and her own, she was nearing the moment of ecstasy. Well, hopefully the first of several, anyway.

There was nothing sexier than a woman who could take control of her own needs. His own hands were again on the sides of her ass, the succulent flesh firmly in his grasp. He hoped she was right about bruising, but part of him didn't care. He liked thinking that everytime she sat down, she'd think of him.

"Come for me, baby," he urged, panting hard. "Come all over my cock."

Jessica convulsed at Warren's words, her entire body going taut for a few, sweet seconds. Her eyes widened and her kiss bitten mouth became a perfect 'O.' She relaxed seconds later, tingles of pleasure still running through her. She continued to push back toward Warren, not wanting him to think her a selfish lover. She grinned sensually at the thought. She was really anything but.

Even though he would’ve liked nothing for‎ his own release, she seemed like a girl for whom this was only round one.

Thrusting hard as her pussy spasmed around him, he clenched his teeth and ‎did his best to work with her orgasm. When it was finished, he was pleased to note she continued working.

His assessment wasn't too off.‎ Trailing kisses down her back, he continued a slow pace, trying not to over stimulate her.

Jessica shook with pleasure, glad that Warren wasn't disappointing her.
"W-wanna ride you." She stuttered out, her voice interrupted slightly by Warren's thrusts.

Pleasantly surprised, he looked around the room. It was a standard locker room, but there was the cot he'd alluded to. He didn't think it would hold their weight but the cushions would work.

Slowly pulling out, he gave her a light slap on the ass before going to set up the cushions. Laying down on it, he lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

Jessica grinned at the slap, she liked a little rough play. She stood up and walked slowly toward Warren as she gave him a sensual smile. She deliberately walked slowly, as though to tease the man, before she carefully lowered herself back onto his length. She'd felt horribly empty there for a few moments, but was pleased that the feeling was erased completely by the pleasure she found in their connection. She began a slow pace, not wanting it to be over too quickly.

A moan escaped his lips as he felt her warm tightness engulf him. ‎Watching her hips sway as she walked over was enticement enough, but to now have her riding his cock....

He reached both hands up, cupping her breasts as his fingers tweaked her pink nipples. He was more than happy to let her take control‎. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted.

Jessica pressed into Warren's touch, moving more vigorously than before. She clenched tightly, hoping to draw more noises from Warren. She let out and unabashed moan, before she leaned down to nip at Warren's lips, her hand threading through his hair.

He shuddered at her touch and impulsively reached for her hand, placing kisses on her palm.

Swallowing hard, he closed his eyes, ignoring the fact that his wings weren't too pleased with being rubbed against a floor. Instead, he focused on the sensations she was causing, and marvelled at how effortlessly he moved inside her.

Again he started to feel a familiar tightening ‎but he wouldn't give in until she came again. Licking his thumb, he caressed her clit, rubbing in random circles.

Jessica groaned as Warren played her like a harp. She leaned back, pulling Warren up with her. She soon found herself with her back against the floor, and leaned up to pull Warren into another kiss, which was interrupted every few seconds as she let out breathy moans. She ran her hands down Warren's back and squeezed his beautifully sculpted ass, once again thanking any higher power for the pleasure she was being given.

This was definitely a better position for his back. Lifting himself up almost effortlessly, he rested on one elbow while the other arm was stretched out past her head.

Her lips were soft and eager and he found himself covering her lips with his,‎ nibbling and nipping while he tried hard to hold back the moans.

The tightness of this position was proving too much. Angling his hips so that he was consistently rubbing her‎, he hoped she'd have at least one more orgasm before he could have his release.

Jessica was on fire. Well, not really. She'd been on fire for real and it hurt like a mother. This, though, was a pleasant burn. Jessica felt the heat gather in her lower stomach, and she knew that she wouldn't last much longer. Her back arched, her vision went white, and she felt that delicious taut feeling for a few more beautiful seconds. She moaned long and loud, unashamed of who heard her, and she kissed along Warren's neck and chest, all while clenching his length more tightly. She'd gotten her release and now it was time for his.

And not a moment too soon, he thought. Her muscles were milking him and before too long,he let out a strangled cry, as he pumped furiously inside her. Frantically kissing her, he moved until he didn't have a single drop left.

"I," he said slowly, brushing hair away from her face, "am very glad I met you today."

Jessica held Warren gently through the last aftershocks of his orgasm. She gave him a confident, but lazy, grin, and nodded.
"Ditto."