SEVEN
DAKOTA
Before I got to the party, the girls and I all got ready in my bedroom since it was finally my favourite day of the year. Halloween.
Jumping off my bed and landing with a thud, I hurried to my radio and turned up Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.
Celeste, who was doing her makeup in the bathroom, poked her head out and screamed the lyrics, using her makeup brush as a microphone. My laugh melted into the song, and I couldn’t help but move to the rhythm.
Daisy, with a curling rod in her hair, jumped on my bed, dancing to the beat and soon I joined her.
Solace was sitting on the floor, in front of my full length mirror, applying the final touches of her makeup before her chuckle filled the room.
The annual Halloween party at Midnight Inferno had everyone beaming with glee. After my moment with Professor Hands in his classroom, I found my girls for a distraction and soon enough, we wrapped up the car wash.
My mom slipped into my bedroom with apologies and laid down the food she had graciously prepared for us. Solace smacked a loud kiss to her cheek and she chuckled, reminding us to behave, be safe, and be responsible before dipping back out.
Sneakily, Celeste tiptoed to her bag that sat on my dresser and reached inside, whipping out a bottle of tequila. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head and Solace smirked, rushing to her bag as well where she lifted a bottle of Vodka into the air.
“Oh my God,” I chuckled, plopping onto my bed before sliding off and standing on my feet.
Daisy appeared at my side with four shot glasses, taking me aback. I knew right then and there that not only were we going to have fun tonight, but some questionable choices would be made. Exhibit A: Being alone in a room with Logan Hale. My professor.
I stood with my back to the door, and when it slowly opened, the light from the hallway lit up the dark room.
Solace had booked this VIP room for herself and someone she refused to give up, but when I asked if I could use it instead, she was more than happy since the guy she invited hadn’t showed up.
I spun around, holding both hands behind my back as I watched Professor Hale step into the room.
“So obedient,” I taunted, stepping closer to him and he closed the door behind himself. Professor Hale, dressed in black pants and a black t-shirt that hugged his perfectly sculpted broad shoulders and large chest, exuded dominance.
He didn’t waste a second and with three strides he was in front of me. “You don’t know what you’re doing.” His words felt like a warning, but when his fresh scent slipped into my nose, the rational part of my brain disintegrated.
“Yeah?” I asked, placing both my hands on his chest, slowly dragging them down and stopping by his belt.
“Maybe I do,” I whispered, my eyes trailing from his lips to his lethal eyes.
I lifted myself to my toes, bringing my lips mere inches from his.
“You’re just so much fun to play with,” I whispered, flicking his lips with my tongue.
His body tensed underneath my fingertips, both hands balling into tight fists. Is someone trying to resist me?
I traced my lips down his jaw, stopping at his ear. “Don’t you want to play with me?” I asked, licking the shell of his ear and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back— forcing me to look up at him and a sound of desperation slipped from his lips.
“Dakota—”
“Logan,” I mocked, plastering a playful frown on my face. “You want me just as badly as I want you.”
His fingers in my hair tightened and I winced, feeling the pulse in my neck creep between my legs. My fists balled at my side, and in my attempt to slowly squeeze my thighs together, his eyes snapped down. Shit.
I was aware that this probably wouldn’t end well. And maybe I shouldn’t be tempting him… my professor.
But I couldn’t resist. And neither could he.
A devilish gleam lit up his eyes. “I haven’t even touched you yet,” he lowered his voice to a taunt, stepping closer until his sturdy body pressed against mine. Then, his soft lips brushed the crease of my neck, and finally my ear. “Does your needy little cunt want my attention?”
I whimpered, my knees buckling beneath him. The thin strap of my thong between my thighs was soaked with my arousal and heat crept up my neck. Sick, Dakota. So goddamn sick.
I fought back a groan when he gave my hair a slight tug. “Answer me.”
I nodded, but his head tilted to the right in disapproval. “Yes, sir,” I blurted out, correcting myself.
He leaned in and with heavy eyelids, I felt him press soft kisses below my ear, allowing his lips to travel up my jaw. The minute his lips crashed to mine, a moan slipped from my throat.
My entire body melted into him, allowing him to mold me to his liking and dominate the kiss. He took full control. And I fucking let him.
The throbbing between my thighs intensified, so I pushed my chest to his, desperate to feel him against me.
“Hands behind your back,” he breathed against my lips before our tongues danced to a sultry rhythm.
I obeyed with weak knees.
His hand in my hair slipped to my nape, and using his free hand, he gripped my hip, his erection brushing against me.
His dominance intrigued me way more than it should have. He felt different in comparison to the guys from my past.
As though I weighed nothing, he lifted me by my hips and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my arms around his neck. The kiss turned fast and wet when I deepened it, pushing my hard nipples to his chest.
His fingers gripped the back of my thighs as he carried me across the room.
Carefully, he laid me down on the black leather sofa without breaking the kiss. I groaned, running my fingers through his soft hair.
He practically ripped my corset right down the middle, letting the little metallic hooks break and tear apart.
A rough noise escaped from his throat when he looked down at my bare chest—nipples tight and aching for friction.
He kissed down my neck to the valley of my breasts, then latched his mouth on my left breast making me whimper. I closed my eyes as my fingers tangled in his hair. His mouth was warm— his tongue soft. He gave my nipple a little tug with his teeth before he moved to my right breast.
A dangerous heat pooled in my stomach as he sucked my right breast before swirling his tongue around my hardened nipple. Oh fuck, that feels good.
He kissed further down my stomach, placing a tender kiss on my slit—over my panties. He turned his head, sinking his teeth into the inside of my thigh and I moaned, arching my back off the sofa in pain but it soon morphed into pleasure.
I shuddered when he hooked his fingers into the straps on either side of my hips to drag my thong down my legs. “Logan,” I sighed.
He lowered his head again, and I watched him use both thumbs to part my pussy lips for him.
His rough groan filtered through the room when his insatiable gaze caught the sight of me. Bare, exposed and glistening for him. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured, his warm breath grazing my skin.
My bottom lip curled between my teeth and I fought the urge to greedily lift my hips. He lowered his face, pressing his nose right above my clit and inhaled. “Fuck, baby,” he rasped, as though he was savouring the moment. Crazed butterflies exploded in my stomach.
His warm tongue dragged up my slit, collecting my arousal and my mouth fell open with a moan.
His mouth latched onto my clit and I threw my head back, digging my heels into the smooth leather.
Before I was able to take my next breath, the door opened and I watched Professor Madden enter.
Panic rose in me and right as I was about to push Logan back, I felt him grin against my skin as his tongue slipped inside of me and I moaned.
“Logan…” I breathlessly murmured, arching my back off the sofa, desperately trying not to squeeze his head between my thighs.
“Let him watch,” he spoke and the vibrations of his hoarse voice against my clit forced electricity to buzz through me.
Chase sat down on the couch across from us— without tearing his eyes from me. I watched his legs spread as he threw one arm over the back of the sofa, clearly getting comfortable. Oh shit, shit shit.
Logan’s long fingers gripped the sides of my thighs, allowing him to press his face deeper between my legs and I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. The pain felt so good.
The warmth of his tongue teasing my clit made the muscles in my stomach tighten. I lifted my head off the couch, letting out a faint moan.
His tongue swirled inside of me with an unexplainable hunger, then his lips pressed a soft kiss to my clit. Logan Hale devoured me.
“Oh, fuck…” I whimpered, my orgasm ready to rip through me.
His finger trailed down my soaking slit, before he slipped it inside of me, and groaned, pushing in a second digit.
He flicked my clit with his tongue, his long fingers pumping in and out of me. The feeling of ecstasy was too overwhelming.
“Logan, I—” my words were drastically cut off with a moan when he tugged my clit with his teeth.
“Look at him, Dakota,” Logan demanded.
So, I did. I lifted my head and as soon as I found Chase across the room, the wet suck of Logan’s mouth on my clit made my jaw fall open with a sigh.
Chase sat leaning back with his long legs sprawled out in front of him. His elbow rested on the armrest of the sofa as his fingers ran up and down his jaw. Chase Madden was the reason why man spreading was so sexy.
His eyes held desirable lust, a temptation that he fought with everything inside of him.
I should’ve been embarrassed. Ashamed. But instead, a sick thrill rushed through me as he watched. I wanted him to see how undone I could become under Logan’s touch.
Lust clouded Chase’s vision as his eyes stayed on me. Taking in every sound, every movement, every reaction Logan got out of me.
I liked him watching me. So, I arched my back off the couch, forcing my chest upwards and his eyes immediately landed on my breasts. His gaze darkened, and I wanted him to come closer. To touch me.