Page 52 of One Night Seduction

The elevator doors open, and we tumble out together. What the fuck are we even doing? What if there was someone waiting for the elevator? We are in the same hotel as my entire family. We could be seen, we could be caught.

Why does that turn me on even more?

I don’t realize that we’re at the door to our room until Ty hands Logan the keycard. He swipes it and pushes the door open as we move into the room, slamming the door shut. From there, we dissolve into a heap of limbs. I don’t know whose mouth is whose, what hand belongs to what man. All I know is that I have two mouths, four hands, and two rock hard cocks on me.

Ty manages to lay on his back while Logan has me pinned to the bed. His hands slip underneath my top, tossing it to the side of the room before he works on my pants next. One by one, each piece of clothing is tossed until Ty reaches for me, dragging me up to him.

“Open,” he says as he strokes his bare cock in his fist.

I look up at him as I open my mouth, slowly taking him down my throat. Ty throws his head back in pleasure as I push him all the way down before I come back again, repeating the motion as I wrap my tongue around him.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it, Ari,” he grits as he reaches down to cup either side of my face, guiding my movements.

I’m now left completely naked as I hear the sound of a belt jingling before I feel the warmth of Logan’s head pressing against my pussy. I gasp at the feeling. It’s not enough to crossthe line, but it’s just the right amount of pressure to have me aching for more.

My head turns to the side to look at him. My buzz seems to have faded with the knowledge of what we’re about to do. I know what I’m agreeing to. I know that we are about to cross a line we will never be able to come back from. Last time, we didn’t know, or at least I didn’t. This time, though, I have zero hesitation or regret, which says a lot about my character, I guess.

Wiggling my hips, I encourage Logan, and he doesn’t pause for another second. Just like in the club, he violently pushes into me with one thrust. I’m starting to think he can’t help it. When he gets that close, he just has to shove into me, like he’ll combust if he doesn’t.

His piercing rubs against me in a way that has my toes curling as he snarls.

“Fuck.”

I pull my mouth off Ty as I speak.

“What’s wrong?”

A rough chuckle escapes Logan as his hands tighten on my hips.

“Absolutely nothing, Sparrow. I just forgot what heaven was like.”

I smile as I turn to face Ty, who is staring at me with so much heat in his eyes.

“Feel good, Ari?”

Logan’s thrusts come in steady and rough, like the carnal raw fucking I’ve come to know him for.

“Yes!” I moan.

“Good.” Ty smiles. “Now, be a good girl and choke on my cock while my brother fucks you senseless.”

My pussy pulses at his words before his hand moves behind my head, shoving me down onto him. We all find a sloppyyet steady rhythm, each trying to wring as much pleasure out of this as possible.

Ty is the first one to fall apart. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, my eyes reveling in the sight as his head falls back and he moans. His cum coats my tongue as I quicken my movements, taking him deeper and deeper, allowing his cum to run down my throat.

When he’s finished, Ty looks down and smiles at me sweetly, cradling my jaw as he rubs his thumb against my cheek. Logan doesn’t let the moment last for long. In the next moment, he has me flipped on my back and is covering my body with his as he thrusts inside me once more.

I whimper at the intensity of his movements.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he promises as he begins peppering my neck with kisses.

My whines soften as I sink into his touch. When he pulls back, he wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing the sides. I can still breathe, but my blood flow is beginning to slow, causing my already dizzy head to feel like it’s floating away. I hear the dull sound of a door opening and closing, but I’m too wrapped up in this moment to focus on it.

My eyes lock with Logan’s, such intensity in those deep brown eyes. A million different things run through my head. It looks like they are running through his too. We both stay silent outside of our moans, fully sinking into this moment together.

“Logan!” I whimper.

“It’s Sir,” he grunts.

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