Club Destiny 1 Conviction

by Nicole Edwards

  “Same rules as last time. No questions. Tonight’s about your pleasure. Understand?”

  “Yes.” She said, already wondering what she was getting herself into.

  Logan pulled his hands away, leaving her body cold after the heat he had generated. “I’m going to get our drinks. You relax on the couch until I get back.”

  Sam hesitated and realized Logan wasn’t going to go until she had done as he told her. She shuffled over, lowering herself onto the puffy cushion as he turned and walked away.

  Doing exactly as he’d instructed, Sam removed her sandals, pulling her feet up under her and lying back on one of the throw pillows. From where she was, she noticed the hot tub jets come to life, the soft colored lights reflecting off of the water inside of the giant tub.

  After the week she’d had, she was looking forward to relaxing in the warm water. Would she have to be blind folded this time? She guessed that would depend on whether or not anyone would be joining them.

  Was it strange to be so eager to have two men again? Would it be the same one? She couldn’t imagine Logan being the type to invite different people into his bed so to speak. Despite his apparent sexual hunger, Logan was an intensely private person, so she assumed if they did have company, he’d be the same one.

  Closing her eyes, she willed herself to relax, listening to the soft music that began playing from the speakers overhead.

  The sound of the door opening, then closing again jarred Sam awake. She must have dozed for a minute. When Logan came around, he was carrying two glasses, and she noticed he’d removed his shoes at some point.

  Sitting up, she reached for one of the glasses, waiting while he got comfortable beside her. As was the usual routine, Logan pulled her closer against his side, one arm around behind her shoulders. It was a position she’d come to cherish, being held by this man.

  “Do you think it’s warm enough yet?” His breath was warm on her ear, and she felt her stomach do the flippy thing it did when he was around.

  Sam assumed he was talking about the hot tub, but she could think of some other things that were warming up quite nicely. “Not sure, but I think it’s getting warm rather quickly.”

  Sam held her breath when Logan moved to set his drink on the table. When he moved closer, sweeping her hair off of her neck, she shuddered. And when he pressed his lips to her neck, she nearly came right there.

  “Do you know what I want, Sam?”

  Sam tilted her head, careful not to spill her drink as she hoped she knew the answer to Logan’s question. “No, I don’t. Tell me.”

  Slowly trailing kisses down her neck, Sam shivered, waiting for what he would say. The deep, thundering tone of his voice was enough to set her off, much less the erotic things he told her.

  “I want to watch you.” Logan pressed his lips at the back of her neck, then moved to the opposite side. “I want to watch another man pleasure you.”

  Was it possible to have an orgasm from words alone? Her womb clenched and a spiraling heat traveled through her core.

  “The other night, it made me so fucking hard to watch you. Watching as he lapped at your pussy.” Logan nipped her earlobe. “Watching when you came in his mouth.”

  Sam shuttered, hovering on the brink of an orgasm so intense, she didn’t think she’d be able to move afterward. And he’d barely touched her.

  “Can I watch, Sam?”

  Sam couldn’t turn to look at him in the position she was in, so she took a sip of her rather strong drink, and nodded her head. If he wasn’t careful, he’d make her come before he ever had a chance to watch anything.

  “Say it, Sam.” Logan insisted.

  “Yes. You can watch.”

  ~*~*~

  Logan inhaled deep, wondering for the first time how Sam was going to react when she saw Luke. The other night, she’d been blindfolded, and Luke had been careful not to let her see him; nor had he stuck around afterward. Suddenly, he questioned his decision and wondered if he should warn her beforehand.

  He distracted himself by nibbling her neck, reaching around to remove her now empty glass from her hands. Before he’d set the glass down beside his own, the French doors opened behind them.

  Logan downed his own drink quickly, needing a dose of liquid courage to help him get through the next few minutes.

  “Remember, no questions.” Logan whispered, sucking more insistently on the soft skin of her shoulder, waiting for her reaction.

  “Ohmigod.” Logan barely heard Sam’s whisper, but he felt her body tense, noticed the way she pushed back against him ever so slightly.

  Luke McCoy walked around the end of the couch, his hands tucked into his pockets, a crooked smile on his lips and Logan knew Sam thought she was being deceived.

  The man was the spitting image of Logan himself, his identical twin brother, only two minutes older.

  Logan didn’t talk much about his brother, at least not at work, and he usually never referenced the fact that he was a twin. For those who knew them both, they knew that both brothers shared a tremendous amount of similarities. They looked so much alike, even their grandfather hadn’t been able to tell them apart much of the time.

  “Stand up.” Logan commanded Sam, waiting to see if she would utilize the safe word to end this before it got started. She didn’t hesitate, but she didn’t hurry to move from her position, slowly sliding her feet out from under her until they touched the floor, then pushing up until she was standing directly in front of Luke.

  “Take her clothes off.” This time the command was for Luke, who only glanced his way briefly.

  Logan knew what Sam saw when she looked at Luke. She saw him. They walked the same, dressed the same, and even had the same voice. Luke carried himself the same way as Logan, both of them standing at six and a half feet tall.

  Logan was pretty sure that if they wanted, they could trick her easily, and she wouldn’t be able to tell either of them apart. That wouldn’t be happening though, because, although he and Luke might share women from time to time, this particular one belonged to him.

  They’d shared many women between them, most of them generally ones Luke was seeing, but the occasional girl from Logan’s past was privy to one of their threesomes. They hadn’t been like this though. The possessive streak Logan had developed since meeting Samantha was fierce, growing in its intensity as each day passed.

  Logan tried to fade into the background so to speak, only wanting to instruct when necessary, but wanting to watch as another man, one who happened to look just like him, pleasured Sam.

  She stood motionless at the edge of the couch, Luke standing only inches away now.

  “You’re beautiful.” Luke whispered, sliding his hand down Sam’s cheek. Logan knew what that felt like, knew the way his heart squeezed in his chest when Sam looked at him like he could do anything.

  Chapter Twenty Five

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  He was close… really, really close. This man who looked and sounded just like Logan, but Sam knew he wasn’t because Logan was still behind her. She could still feel him, knew he would watch over her.

  When Luke’s body pressed up against hers, she felt the hard planes of his chest beneath his shirt, instinctively moving her hands up onto his chest. As she touched him, his hands brushed the undersides of her breasts, then casually glided down to her waist. Once he held her in place, Sam watched in stunned fascination as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

  His lips were gentle, not as soft as Logan’s, but nice. Unsure of what was proper etiquette in a situation like this, she leaned in and kissed him back. As their lips molded together, his tongue reaching out to meet hers, Sam felt the hem of her shirt being lifted, slowly, strong, masculine hands brushing against her skin. Only did Luke break the kiss as he lifted her shirt over her head, removing it completely.

  The next thing she knew, Sam was standing with her back to Luke, facing Logan as he sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the scene before him. Even
in the dim light from the candles, Sam could see the embers burning in his eyes. She kept her eyes locked on his while his brother’s hands slid up over her stomach, stopping to cup her breasts, gently massaging the soft mounds, eliciting a groan from her.

  “Do you like when he watches you?” Luke’s deep voice reverberated through her, sending chills down her spine.

  “Yes.” Breathless and aching, Sam managed to speak as Luke continued to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she covered Luke’s, guiding him in his movements.

  Logan’s body shifted slightly, but he remained seated, a front row view of his brother fondling her. Luke reached between her breasts, slipping the front clasp to unhook her bra, slowly lowering the lace until her nipples were caressed by the brisk night air.

  She once again put her hands over his, guiding them back where she wanted them. His fingertips teased her nipples, his hands cupping her breasts, the warmth seeping into her.

  The sensations were so intense, feeling Logan’s eyes as they caressed her naked breasts, Sam’s head fell back against Luke’s chest, squeezing his hands until they applied the pressure she was looking for.

  The ridge of his erection pressed against her bottom, the sudden memories of the last time flooded her mind with vivid images. Sam inhaled, remembering the way he tasted in her mouth. The remembered feel of him, the way he’d touched her, licked her, warred with the way he touched her now. His hands firm, yet gentle, teasing her relentlessly while she wanted him to strip her naked and ravage her.

  Logan moved forward on the couch, catching her eye. She waited for him to move closer, to put his hands on her too, but he didn’t. He stopped, but the movement must have been Luke’s clue, because he removed his hands from her breasts, sliding down her body until he was on his knees behind her. Her bra slid down her arms and dropped to the floor, but no one paid any attention to her clothing being dispelled on the ground around them.

  Luke reached around her, unbuttoning her jeans, sliding the zipper down, then lowering the denim down her legs until it pooled at her feet. It was strange to feel him behind her, but she assumed he did it so as not to impede Logan’s view. She stepped out of her jeans, Luke tossing them onto the other discarded items.

  Standing before them both, naked except for her panties, Sam felt her blood begin to boil, yet she didn’t feel vulnerable. No, she just felt… hot. And anxious. She wanted them to move this along, get completely naked, both of their hands on her, their mouths, filling her to overflowing.

  Luke’s large hands gripped her calves, moving up over the back of her legs, until they cupped her bare bottom, her thong providing little cover. Drowning in the exquisite sensations, while unable to see Luke, Sam focused her attention on Logan. He remained seated, perched on the edge of the couch, his eyes trailing his brother’s movements, returning periodically to catch her gaze.

  “Spread your legs.” Logan commanded.

  Sam did as she was told, Luke’s hand sliding between her thighs, making her spread them even wider, giving him access to where she wanted to feel him. Instead of giving her what she was begging for, Luke rubbed between her thighs gently, teasing her by barely grazing her mound, causing her to groan with aggravation.

  “Come here.” Logan instructed, taking her hand and pulling her onto the couch.

  Sam had to kneel on the couch, crawling forward until she was far enough forward that she could reach the back, gripping tightly as she anticipated what would come next.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  Sam shifted so her legs widened, her pussy soaking the tiny scrap of fabric still between her legs.

  Luke moved between her legs, his back on the couch, his legs extending over the edge. When he gripped her hips, pulling her down until she was directly over his face, moving her panties to the side, Sam shuddered with excitement. Even the anticipation of his tongue sliding into her was enough to set off a mini detonation of desire.

  When he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, she gasped, wanting to press down against his face, force his tongue on her clit.

  “So fucking hot.” Logan groaned, leaning back on the couch so he could see between her legs, his hand fondling her breasts, teasing her nipple with his roughened fingertips.

  Sam pressed against Logan’s hand, hoping he’d apply more pressure. She needed something… something more. As Luke’s tongue explored her pussy, his hands holding her open so he could go deeper, Sam tried to press down, increase the friction of his tongue. His forearms held her in place, limiting her ability to apply the necessary pressure to push her over.

  “You like having your pussy eaten?” Logan’s voice thundered around her, bringing her attention back to him. “Watching you sit on his face while he tongue fucks you makes my dick hard.”

  Logan had pulled his cock out, stroking the satin length, making Sam’s mouth itch to taste him. To know he was stroking himself as he watched her get her pussy licked by another man sent a flood of moisture between her thighs.

  She could feel her orgasm building, the way Luke’s tongue lapped up her juices, the look on Logan’s face, the sound of his voice, watching as he stroked himself faster… she wasn’t going to last. If she could only… yes, that’s it.

  “Not yet, baby.” Logan said, taking her nipple in his mouth, his teeth biting hard enough to send an arrow of pain straight to her clit.

  They were going to kill her. She couldn’t take the teasing, she didn’t want slow. She wanted hard and fast. She just needed Luke to…

  Just when she thought her body might explode from the pleasure, Luke slid out from under her. Sam watched Logan, anticipating his next command. Wanting him to instruct her next move. Instead, he pulled off his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the ground. The hard, tense muscles in his shoulders stood out in stark relief as he pushed his jeans down his legs, releasing his cock completely to her hungry gaze.

  “While Luke removes his clothes, I want you to turn and face me, put your legs up.” Sam followed his instructions, putting herself on display for him

  “Lift.” Logan instructed, sliding her thong down her legs. “Damn your pussy’s wet, baby.”

  More than he knew. Her juices were steadily flowing, and the more he looked at her, the wetter she got.

  The couch dipped behind her with Luke’s weight. He pulled her back against him, lifting her knees and spreading them wider, putting her on full display for Logan.

  She needed one of them to touch her, but they were dragging this out, torturing her.

  “I bought you some toys, baby.” Logan stated, bringing Sam down from her high.

  What was he going to do?

  He picked up a plastic wrapped item from the table in front of him. How had she not seen it? Looking closer, she noticed it was a vibrator. A large, pink one at that.

  “This is for the times when I can’t be with you.” He stretched forward, placing the silicon tip against her clit, then turning on the vibration, eliciting a moan from her.

  “Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not there.” He demanded, and this time Sam could hear the strain in his voice.

  Served him right.

  She reached for the vibrator, but she didn’t remove it from her clit. That was exactly where she needed it. Now that she was in control, she could increase the pressure and… oh God that felt good. Too good. She felt the knot of pleasure tighten in her womb, the vibration just enough to give her the release she so desperately needed.

  Luke pinched her nipple… hard, and the vibrator jerked off of her clit. With little grace, Sam continued to play with herself, sliding the pink toy between her pussy lips, using her own juices as lubrication.

  “Fuck yourself.”

  Sam’s eyes jerked to Logan’s and she could see the passion there, the sheer pleasure he derived from watching her was enough to have her shoving the silicone toy deep inside her cunt, the vibrations strong enough to…
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  “Harder.”

  This time Luke was instructing her, taking the vibrator from her hand and impaling her on it, harder, faster.

  “Take it.” He ordered, still holding her tight in his arms, her legs still splayed open, Logan watching as she did as she was told, fucking herself with the large pink toy.

  She mirrored Luke’s pace, pushing herself higher until… oh jeeezus! He had a small vibrator on his finger, and he was grinding it on her clit. Unable to focus on the effort to fuck herself, Sam’s hand dropped, Logan picking up the toy, slamming it inside of her while Luke continued to vibrate her clit until…

  “I’m coming!” Sam gritted her teeth, her body tightening, her orgasm slamming through her until she no longer knew where she was.

  When she came back down to earth, she was lying on the couch, Luke no longer behind her, but Logan was perched over her, his eyes hooded, his breaths ragged. “My turn.”

  The demanding tone of his voice brought her completely to.

  “Turn over.”

  Sam used what little strength she had left to flip herself over onto her stomach. Logan immediately pulled her back onto her knees, while Luke maneuvered in front of her, his cock in his hand.

  Luke’s fingers combed her hair back, twining into the long strands as he pulled her head forward. “I want you to suck my cock, just like you did the other night. I want to feel that hot mouth on me.”

  Tomorrow she might be embarrassed by how hot their words made her, but tonight, it was all about the satisfaction she could find in the arms of these two men. Despite the tidal wave of sexual bliss that had washed over her moments ago, Sam was anxious for more. She didn’t want this night to end, didn’t want these two men to stop until she passed out from the pleasure.

  She ran her tongue over the swollen head, his hands tightening in her hair, pulling her closer. Her attention focused solely on Luke, sucking, and licking him as he groaned, his cock pulsing in her mouth, Sam almost forgot about Logan. Until she felt his hands on her hips.