Page 33 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

Arianna

I’m rushing into my advanced photography class at seven on the dot. The professor gives me a look but doesn’t say anything as he shuts the door behind me. Cassi and Naomi wave at me from the corner where an empty seat is beside them.

Thank god.

They took this class because they thought it would be an easy pass. Depending on the surliness of our professor, I’m not sure how easy any of this is about to be.

“Dude, you live right across the street. How can you be the last person here?” Cassi laughs under her breath.

Shit. Yeah, we all really haven’t caught up in…fuck too long.

“Uhm, yeah. So, I’m kind of not living there anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Naomi whispers.

“I moved,” I say, wondering if that will give them enough to drop it. Of course, it wouldn’t, though.

“Where?” Cassi asks.

The professor begins introducing the class and expectations as I look to my best friends, quickly shaking my head as if to say not here. They look disappointed but drop it as we focus our attention up front.

As soon as class is dismissed, though, their questions pick right back up.

“Where did you move? When did you move?” Cassi asks.

“We could have helped you!” Naomi adds.

“So, uhm, remember your birthday?” I ask Cassi.

She freezes for a moment before nodding softly.

“Well,” I continue. “I hooked up with someone.”

“We know, and then you went back the next week, right?” Naomi asks.

“Yes, exactly. Well, that someone turned out not to be just anyone. He was…Logan.”

“Logan?” Cassi frowns like she’s trying to place the name.

“Cunningham,” I add.

Understanding hits them both simultaneously before their jaws fall open.

“You fucked your stepdad?!” Cassi shrieks, earning a few less than savory looks from some of our peers.

I shoot Cassi an irritated look as we grab our bags, standing to our feet before rushing out of the class.

As soon as we’re in the quad, they pepper me with nonstop questions.

Then, the floodgates open. I tell them everything about our nights together, him showing up on the trip, me and Ty, me and Logan, my mom and seemingly everyone, before I finally finish.

“So…you moved in with him?” Naomi asks.

“Yeah, yesterday.”

“Are you crazy?” Cassi laughs, though her tone holds no judgment.

“I think so,” I say with an eye roll.

Naomi smiles, rubbing my arm softly.

“Does he treat you well?”

I nod .

“Then we’re happy for you,” Cassi says.

I’m surprised. Not that my friends are unsupportive or critical, but I expected a little judgment. A few strong opinions or words of caution. Instead, they seem all for the huge age gap and inappropriate natured relationship.

“Thanks,” I say suspiciously. “What ever happened with you two that night?”

“Hm?” Cassi asks.

“I know you both hooked up, we’ve all never shared details, though, which isn’t like us. Now you know why I didn’t share mine because, I mean, I wasn’t exactly proud. Your turn bitches, spill.”

Naomi gets a call as she looks down at her phone.

“Oh, got to take this. See you guys later!”

She’s practically sprinting away, forcing Cassi and I to both look at her with suspicion. That is until my eyes turn to Cassi. She scrubs a hand down her face as she lets out a deep sigh.

“Okay, but you can’t tell anyone.”

“Like I ever would,” I scoff.

“Okay.”

I texted Logan when I was done with my classes for the day, and he said that he came home early and was waiting for me. It felt stupid to get excited over his next text, but when the butterflies began, they didn’t stop the entire drive home.

Logan: Come home to me, Sparrow

Home. His home. He wants me to consider it my home but seeing as I “moved in” twenty-four hours ago, it’s taking some getting used to .

When I park in the driveway, I unlock the front door with the code that Logan programmed for me. This man wastes zero time when he wants something.

Shutting the door behind me, I drop my purse at the front entry table and begin winding through the large house in search of him. To no surprise, I find him in his office on a call.

“Uh huh,” he says into his cell phone.

A smile spreads across his face, enveloping the surly frown that was taking up prior residence.

Giving me a quick wink, he continues speaking before holding out his hand for me, silently asking me to come to him. Of course, I do, crossing the room quickly before an idea comes to mind.

Instead of sitting in his lap, I drop to the floor.

He looks down at me curiously, rubbing his hand over my head and down to my neck soothingly.

I’m not planning on staying by his side, though.

Crawling under his desk and between his legs, I situate myself at his feet before reaching for his belt.

He grabs my hands quickly, delivering me a stern look as he speaks.

“I understand, but you have to give me more to work with than just ‘I have no recollection.’”

Smiling sweetly at him, I continue working at his belt, pushing at his hands until he finally gives in, releasing my hands as I finally get his belt undone.

Unzipping his slacks, I slip my hand in to find him already hard.

I look at him with that same smile as I pull his cock out, his eyes narrowed and focused on me as I open my mouth and suck him down my throat.

His face tenses as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Yeah,” he rasps through clenched teeth. “I’m listening,” he says as I pull back up before pushing him down farther.

Of course, he couldn’t let me take control for even a moment.

His hand moves to the back of my head, forcing my head up and down in a rhythm he enjoys, and I love it.

I love when he uses me like this, showing me exactly how to draw out the most amount of pleasure.

I love when he tells me how good I am for him, how I do such a good job for him.

I love it all. His touch, his attention, his words.

I’m like a strung out addict desperate for just one more hit.

One more will never be enough, though. I need everything he’s willing to give me as often as he’s willing to give it.

Logan begins face fucking me, his hips bucking as his hand forces me down further and further.

Involuntarily, I gag, and a light tap comes to my cheek.

My eyes blink in shock as I look up to him to see him hold his finger over his lips, telling me to be quiet.

I feel my pussy pulse because, again, some fucked up part of me likes that.

He’d never hurt me, never do anything that caused me true pain, but he won’t shy away from grabbing my attention, from correcting me when I need it, and I don’t know why, but I find that so fucking hot.

Maybe chalk it up to daddy issues.

Nuzzling my cheek against his hand, curiosity sparks in his eyes as he gives me another tap on the cheek. I nod in response, swirling my tongue around his cock as he does it again and again, my pussy spasming with each tap.

Slipping my hand beneath my pants, I begin rubbing my clit when Logan delivers a harder tap this time, shaking his head no.

I whimper in protest, desperate for touch, but do as he says.

I take my hand out, and he snatches it up, sucking my fingers into his mouth and savoring the essence of me.

I squirm at the sight, feeling more and more desperate by the second.

He releases my fingers as those chocolate-brown eyes stare straight into my soul.

“Sounds good. We’ll talk soon,” he says before ending the phone call.

Excitement stirs inside me when Logan lifts me up off the ground, pushing me onto his desk. He has my jeans pulled down, along with my panties, in two seconds flat and is running his tongue through me before I can even catch my breath.

“So wet for me, Sparrow,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, his gaze locked on mine. “Do you get wet from pleasing me?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

A sharp slap stings against my clit, and I cry out, pleasure ripping through me as my pussy aches.

“That’s my good girl. You like it when I spank you, Sparrow? Like your sweet little cunt spanked?” he asks as he does it again.

My body bucks as a moan escapes me.

“Yes, Sir.”

He leans over me, pushing his cock into me as his mouth covers mine. I gasp against his lips as he begins fucking me hard against the desk. When he pulls away, his hand pinches my cheeks together, forcing my lips to pout.

“Such a pretty face. You’re beautiful, Sparrow, you know that? The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I moan in response, because all I can do right now is just feel. Logan’s hand releases my cheeks, gently massaging one of them before he taps it. Like before, my pussy pulses and he groans.

“My woman likes it rough,” he rasps.

I nod.

“More!” I beg. “Give me more, Sir. Please.”

Rubbing my cheek a few times, he taps me again, hard enough to leave a sting behind before his hand is back, rubbing the sting away. A gasp rips out of me, and I squirm against him. I feel my orgasm just out of reach, my body violently trembling, desperate to fall over the edge.

Logan palms my cheek, warming it up once more before the hardest tap of them all comes.

Just like that, I detonate. My vision blacks out briefly, and a scream I didn’t know I was capable of escapes me.

I fall apart on top of his desk as he groans out his release, his cock pulsing inside me as he pushes in every last drop.

When we catch our breaths, his touch is tender. He gently cradles my jaw as he examines my cheek, leaning down to press a feather light kiss against it. I close my eyes at the feeling as he places another and another, slowly covering every inch of skin with soft, kind kisses.

“Thank you, Sparrow,” he murmurs against my skin.

“For what?” I ask softly.

He pulls back to look at me, shaking his head reverently.

“For trusting me so wholly. Your trust and obedience is a gift that I will never take for granted or waste.”

I smile at that, nodding softly. “I know.”

“I love you,” he says next, causing my heart to slow and my stomach to clench.

My mouth opens as I attempt to gather some words, any words, but I come up short.

His other hand lifts until he’s cradling my face gently as he speaks.

“It’s okay if you don’t say it, if you aren’t ready to hear it. I do, though. I’m in love with you, and I’ll be as patient as you need me to be until you’re right there with me.”

“Logan. I…we’re moving so fast. We just got together and?—”

“And I don’t know about you, but it feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime to find you,” he finishes.

I stay quiet as he continues.

“It’s illogical to think that I could love someone so soon, but I do, and I know it with every fiber of my being.

I know it because when I’m with you, you’re like…

gravity. You center me, ground me. I feel a pull towards you like my very existence depends on it.

I can be intense, I know that. I can be obsessive over what I want, I know that too.

But this? Us? We’re something special, Ari.

Something once in a lifetime, and I don’t intend on living a second of it not being one hundred percent honest with you. ”

His words are dizzying. I feel everything he feels.

His confessions perfectly mirror the thoughts I’ve had in my mind but have been too scared to echo out loud.

When I step back and look at everything with a clear head, it’s absolutely insane, but when I shut out the noise and focus on what I feel, what I want, everything just… fits.

“How can I be in love with you too?” I ask in a soft whisper.

Leaning down once more, he presses his lips to mine, what feels like fireworks exploding inside me as he pulls back, resting his forehead against my own.

“Because this is fate at its most rare, Sparrow. Our paths crossed in the most unlikely and twisted ways, but they did so intentionally. Every second spent with you has only solidified that for me.”

I nod as I lift my hand to his neck, holding him in place.

“I love you, Logan.”

It was as if I just told him the meaning of life, the cure to all cancer, that all of his dreams were coming true in one moment. Euphoria washes over his face as he crushes his lips to mine once more, stealing the breath from my lungs, and I hope neither one of us ever comes up for air.