Page 29 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

Turning to look at him over my shoulder, I see him lean back to watch, his eyes darkening to black as I push two fingers inside myself. Slowly, I move them in and out, enjoying the way it feels.

My eyelids flutter but open wider when I see Logan pull out a bottle of lube.

My brows furrow and my mouth opens to ask him when he brought that in when he lifts a finger to his lips, signaling me to stay quiet.

I do as he says before he squirts a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, coming down and spreading it over my asshole.

The cold liquid catches me by surprise for a moment, and my body tenses before he whispers against my back.

“Easy, relax for me, Sparrow. Let me in.”

Closing my eyes, I blow out a soft breath and loosen my muscles.

Logan pushes a finger inside me, and I tense, the feeling of both my own fingers inside me and now his making me feel too full.

It reminds me of the club when we used the plug, though I know I won’t be just getting a plug in my ass tonight.

Slowly, he works me until I’m able to take more before he inserts another finger, then another.

The stretch burns and I sink my teeth into my lip until it slowly subsides.

I don’t know how long we stay like that, me trying to muffle every whimper and moan while he takes his time stretching and working me until he’s satisfied.

“Ready for me?” he asks.

My stomach flips at his question, nerves fluttering inside me as he presses the head of his cock to my asshole and slowly begins pushing in.

Fuck. This is worse, this is much worse.

I usually enjoy anal, especially with proper foreplay, which Logan achieved tenfold.

Having my pussy filled at the same time, though, it feels like too much.

I pull my fingers out and Logan catches it instantly, speaking as he continues inching his way inside me.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could pull your fingers out, Sparrow.”

“Please,” I whimper.

His movements pause and the temporary relief is welcome, until my body throbs, aching for more.

“You make a sound, I stop. That was the rule. Are you going to stay quiet for me?” he says lowly, keeping his voice just above a whisper.

I nod my head, swallowing roughly as his hand massages my ass cheek lovingly.

“Good, now be a good girl, and get that cunt nice and full like she belongs.”

Taking a deep breath, I push two fingers back inside myself just as Logan fully seats himself in my ass. He lets out a low rumble as a gasping breath escapes me. It must not be too much noise because he doesn’t stop. Then again, maybe he can’t .

I turn around to look over my shoulder at him and find him in a daze. He’s looking down at us, mesmerized as he watches his cock go in and out of my ass, my fingers pushing into me before I pull them back out and do it all over again.

“Goddamnit. You’re so perfect. You take me so fucking well,” he groans.

I want to tell him how perfect he is, how perfectly we fit together, but instead, I bury my face into the pillows, riding out every wave of pleasure that overtakes me.

Logan takes it slow at first, allowing me time to get used to him before he begins savagely thrusting inside me. My mouth drops open when he hits a spot that I love and I push my ass into him, begging for more.

His thrusts line up with the rhythm of my fingers perfectly and in the same breath, we fall apart together.

I feel my pussy and ass spasm as my orgasm washes over me and Logan’s muffled groans nearly shake the walls of this room.

His cock pulses inside my ass as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper.

Christ, at this point I’m going to be drowning in his cum.

Something tells me that’s the idea.

We fall apart into a heap of limbs, gasping for breath as the high from our orgasm fills our heads.

We lay there for a few more seconds before Logan slowly pulls out of me and stands to his feet.

He pulls off his shirt and pushes his jeans all the way off before scooping me into his arms. I’m still wearing my shirt and bra, but he makes quick work of tossing those to the side before he’s leading us into the bathroom.

With one hand, he starts the shower, walking us into it once it’s warm enough.

He presses me against the wall before resting his head into my neck.

He doesn’t say anything and neither do I.

We just stay like that in perfect silence, my fingers slowly scratching his head.

He sinks into my touch like he’s never felt anything like it before pulling away from me and looking deep into my eyes.

“I hope you’re ready for this, Arianna. I’ve been trying to hold myself back, slow this thing between us down, but I’m afraid I see no stopping now.”

A soft smile passes across my face.

“This was you trying to hold yourself back?”

An amused sound escapes him as he presses his mouth to mine, his lips moving softly, our tongues tangling together languidly before he pulls away.

A feeling of disappointment washes over me at the missed connection before he changes the water from shower to bath, plugging the drain and lowering us down.

It’s not a huge bath, so it’s a tight squeeze, but I end up cradled in his lap which I can’t deny is a pretty fantastic place to be.

As the water begins to rise, Logan reaches up for the body wash, squirting some into the water and creating a bubbly bath all around us.

He begins cupping the soapy water over my body, massaging every inch of my skin.

I sink into his gentle touch, such a sharp contrast from the firm and harsh touches that I just experienced.

That’s the beauty of it, though. It’s a perfect balance.

He’s rough and doting. Stern and kind. He’s a perfect storm, and no matter which version he is in that moment, I never doubt that I’m not the most important thing to him.

I don’t remember closing my eyes or falling asleep. All I can feel is his hands on me, the hot soapy water filling up inch by inch and slowly, my eyes flutter closed.