SEVEN #2
My eyes softened in a plea. “Please, Chase,” I whimpered.
His hand fell from his jaw, curling into a fist on this lap as soon as I uttered those words.
Logan’s fingers pumped in and out of me, his thumb finding my clit as he applied just the right amount of pressure and my head snapped down to him.
He bit the inside of my thigh and I squirmed, trying to move my leg but his free hand gripped my other thigh as he held me down.
He started sucking on the same spot and an intense pain spiked in my thigh. The sting from his bite left a buzz that pulsed like a second heartbeat.
“That hurts,” I breathed, and he lifted his head, using his free hand to wrap it around my throat as he forced me back into the couch—his fingers staying inside of me.
Our eyes locked, and fear sparked in my head as he looked down at me.
His eyes were different. Darker. It was as if he wasn’t in full control anymore. The darkness that was sin had taken over.
His fingers purposefully pumped and curled inside of me, and his expression grew sinful. “Give it to me, Dakota,” he edged me on but I fought my orgasm in uncertainty. “You’re my good little slut, yeah?”
“Uh huh,” I nodded, my brows pinched together in blissful pleasure.
“Then give it to me, baby,”
My back arched, and my hand flew up to pinch my nipple as I let go, allowing my come to explode in his hand.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, and the sound of his wet palm slapping against me frantically filled the space.
His lips met mine with full force and he pushed his tongue between my lips. I slightly parted my lips, allowing our tongues to swiftly glide in sync.
His hand around my throat tightened, and his fingers worked faster inside of me, pushing me towards the edge. “One more, baby, come on,” he tugged my bottom lip between his teeth, watching it snap back.
My pussy squeezed around his fingers, and I chased my second high.
He kissed down my jawline, trailing his tongue over the shell of my ear and I shuddered. “He’s watching you, Dakota,” he whispered against my ear, his warm breath sending heat to my stomach. “You like that, don’t you? You like him seeing you desperate and needy for me.”
Logan’s voice held a taunt, and I shifted my heavy gaze to Chase.
Chase’s knuckles turned white against the armrest. His pupils were blown, his jaw locked tight. The restraint etched on his face looked like pain—and it made my pulse throb harder.
“You enjoy being watched,” Logan spoke, and involuntarily, I nodded. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you,” he ordered, forcing my eyes away from Chase.
His eyes lingered on my lips before they shot up to meet mine. I nodded at him in response, feeling his finger press harder against my pulse.
“Use your words, Dakota.”
My breath hitched as he lowered his face to mine. “Yes, I like him watching.”
“My good fucking girl,” he praised against my lips before his came crashing down onto mine.
This was wrong. So fucking wrong. But the thrill of getting caught—of being seen—lit a wildfire in my veins.
“Come for me, Dakota,” he breathlessly whispered against my lips. “Soak my fingers in your tight little cunt again. Show Chase how much of a dirty little slut you are.”
His words quickly settled in my core, and I knew I had to obey. I wanted to obey.
His mouth latched onto my neck as he sucked my delicate skin and that was more than enough to send me toppling over the edge. Again.
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my orgasm ripple through me. A moan of satisfaction escaped as I clenched around Logan’s fingers before releasing, feeling my heart pound dangerously.
My breathing was unsteady as I came down from the best high I had ever experienced.
Forcing my eyes open, I glanced down between us and noticed how much of a mess I had made. That’s definitely a first. He pulled his fingers out of me and I shuddered, desperately trying to catch my breath.
He brushed his fingers over my lips and knowingly, I opened my mouth, allowing him to slip them inside. That pleased him. So, I took it one step further and sucked his fingers clean.
“That’s my girl.” He allowed the soft praise to linger between us, and a bashful coat of blush flushed my cheeks.
I had already forgotten about Chase being in the room, but, when I looked, he was gone.
A strange feeling tugged at my heart. Did he stay until the end? Or did he lose interest? Was I not good enough for him? ‘Good enough for him’? Dakota, you just had another man make you come. Twice.
“Dakota?” Logan pulled me out of my head and my eyes snapped up to him.
“That was…” I trailed off with a smile, barely being able to find the right words or even keep my eyes open.
“I know,” he grinned.
“But your arrogance is so much sexier,” I whispered as he lifted me to sit up. “And if you say ‘I know’ again I swear I’ll have another orgasm.”
“You want another one?” he lowered his tone as he stood in front of me and my breath hitched. Fuck yes, I want another one.
I lied by shaking my head— no, and he smiled, making my heart race. He had the most beautiful smile.
I chewed the inside of my cheek but couldn’t help myself. “Why did you let him watch?” I asked.
“Because I knew he wanted to.”
“Why did he want to?” I hesitantly asked and he let out a hoarse chuckle. The sound made my heart flutter.
He crossed the room and picked up the suit jacket Chase was wearing. He helped me into it, and apologized for my now broken corset. I simply waved it off, assuring him that I’d probably never wear it again. He was crouched down between my legs, hazel eyes soft again as he stared up at me.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his soft eyes lifting to meet mine.
My reply came off as playful, but I meant it. “Euphoric.”
He pinned me with a look. “I’m serious.”
“So am I, Professor Hale.”
His fingers gently grazed over the bite mark his teeth had left. I could tell a million thoughts were running through his head, so I gently took hold of his face in my hands.
“I liked it,” I assured him.
His eyes were tender now, and he seemed to be the Logan I recognized. I planted a kiss on his lips, and neither of us could hold back the smiles we shared.
“I’m driving you home,” he said in a way that left no room for any complaints or objections I had. But… I wasn’t complaining.