Addicted (Club Destiny #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  When Sam slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs, Tag reached forward and helped to ease them down her legs.

  “Your wife is so fucking hot.” Tag grumbled, his deep voice resonating through the empty kitchen.

  “Now the bra.” Logan instructed, his eyes glued to Sam’s hands and the stunning body she was uncovering. “She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Logan added.

  “Does her pussy taste as sweet as it looks?” Tag asked.

  “Ambrosia.” Logan said, feeling damn near in awe of his wife. She was absolute perfection, laid out naked on the table like a feast.

  When her eyes met his, Logan made sure she could see everything he felt – every ounce of love, respect, and total infatuation.

  “Please, Logan.” Sam pleaded.

  Logan could deny her nothing, and when she looked at him like that, he knew he never would. “Put your feet on the table and spread your legs.”

  Sam did as instructed, putting her heels on the table and widening her knees so her pussy was open and beckoning. “It’s time for Tag to taste you, baby. I want to watch while he eats your pussy.”

  Logan hadn’t been this excited since the very first time he’d shared Sam with Luke. Watching her pleasure was mind blowing; being able to direct it was a gift.

  Chapter Seven

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  Tag didn’t appear to require any further direction because he made his way closer to the table, placing his big hands on Sam’s small ankles before gliding them up her calves, over her knees and down her thighs. He took his time touching her, likely enjoying the soft, smooth texture of her skin against his.

  Logan watched intently, knowing exactly what it felt like to be where Tag was. To inhale the sensual scent of Sam’s arousal, the see the dampness lining the soft, pink folds of her pussy, only moments before he was lapping at them.

  Moving around to the other side of the table, Logan took each of Sam’s hands in one of his and held it above her head, wanting to touch her, but also wanting an unobstructed view of Tag’s bald head between Sam’s splayed thighs. Her moans were increasing, her body writhing against the hard wooden table, and her eyes were open and locked on the same place Logan’s were.

  “Does it feel good, Sam?” Logan asked, leaning forward so his mouth was close to Sam’s ear, the subtle intoxicating scent of her assaulting his senses and making his cock that much harder.

  “Yes. God, it feels so good.” Her words of encouragement seemed to inspire Tag because the man used his fingers to spread open her labia, his tongue easing between the folds, tasting every inch, but never delving into her pussy or over her clit, which Logan knew would drive Sam wild.

  “Don’t make her come.” Logan warned Tag. He wanted her wild.

  ~*~*~

  Sam wanted to throttle Logan for that little bit of instruction. What in the world was he thinking? Here she was on full display for both Logan and Tag, her pussy being intently lavished by a highly skilled tongue, and she wasn’t supposed to come. In her opinion, that was almost cruel.

  Apparently Tag knew the rules because he listened, easily moving his mouth from the place she needed him most to the inside of her thigh. When he began trailing smoking hot kisses over her pelvic bone, then her stomach, Sam had to grit her teeth. She hoped like hell he was going to do something because she was going to burn alive.

  When he reached her breast, he plucked her nipple with his finger and thumb, making it pucker and beg for attention. Logan moved to her other side, releasing one of her hands, but she wasn’t free for long before Tag twined his fingers with hers, successfully holding her down again.

  Sensory overload was a term she had recently gotten all too familiar with, at least since she had met Logan, but right now, with both men latched onto one of her breasts, their hot tongues teasing her, she was at the breaking point. When Tag used his free hand to squeeze her breast before sucking her fully into his mouth, Sam nearly came up off the table. The pain was intoxicating.

  She needed to come. Her orgasm was lingering, but not nearly close enough and if one of them didn’t do something, she was going to scream.

  Logan released her from his wicked mouth, standing to his full height before letting go of her hand. She waited patiently for what he would say next; instead, he said nothing, shooting her a mischievous grin before ripping his shirt up and over his head.

  Lord have mercy the man was a sight to behold. All of that tan muscle... those washboard abs and thick, powerful arms made her mouth water.

  There were days when Sam wondered how she had managed to land a man as intensely sexy as Logan McCoy. Those thoughts were usually followed by a reminder that she was the luckiest woman on the planet.

  Then there were times like now when he wanted to tease her to death, making her delirious with pleasure. In those moments, she just wanted to strangle him. “Logan.”

  “Yes, baby?” He asked in that innocent tone that drove her mad.

  “Make me come!” She screamed, only to have her attention redirected to Tag.

  The man was sex appeal at its finest. He’d released her breast and was standing beside the table, staring down at her, making her feel entirely exposed, which made sense because she was laid out on the kitchen table naked.

  When he mirrored Logan’s actions, pulling his shirt over his head with one hand, Sam looked her fill. Lean and toned, the man was gloriously sexy.

  Although he was bald, he had dark hair over the rest of his body. His chest had a light dusting of hair that arrowed down his stomach and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans, and Sam had a sudden longing to see him naked. As far as she was concerned, it was only fair.

  “Let’s take this outside.” Logan said, breaking Sam’s attention before he lifted her from the table and carried her through the French doors that led to the back.

  The temperature was near perfect, especially considering she was naked. She knew before long it wouldn’t matter because her body had overheated twice already, a third time was a given. Glancing up at Logan, she took the opportunity to kiss him, pulling his head down to hers until their mouths met.

  Licking his bottom lip, she slid her tongue inside his mouth, exploring, teasing and pleading all at the same time. She needed more, and he knew it. To her surprise, he didn’t break the kiss, he laid her on the oversized couch and maneuvered above her, his mouth fused with hers.

  Tag was close enough Sam could hear his labored breaths, and feel the warmth of his body heat near her arm. When Logan did break the kiss, he was immediately replaced by Tag and Sam was lost to the new, strange sensation.

  His mouth was firm, his lips fuller than Logan’s, but there was something much more demanding in him. Yet Sam could feel in the way he thrust his tongue inside of her mouth that he was looking more to give pleasure than to receive it. She wanted to give back.

  In a daring move, she sucked his tongue gently; mimicking what she hoped would be the next interlude in this fiercely erotic bout of evening foreplay. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes, and Sam saw storm clouds brewing in the exotic gray color.

  “Your husband’s right. You taste like ambrosia.”

  His dark voice rolled over her, touching every nerve ending and seeping into some she hadn’t even known she had.

  Sam’s eyes met Logan’s when Tag stood back up, her body suddenly cold without either of them close. To her delight, Logan had stripped and was standing naked as the day he was born, beautiful and masculine and making Sam’s internal temperature raise some more.

  “Sit up.” He ordered as he came closer, his erection standing tall and stiff from his body, one hand gripping it at the base. “Put your mouth on me.”

  Sam immediately did as instructed, longing to taste him, to explore him as he watched her. Sam secretly adored giving her husband blow jobs, mainly because he seemed to love getting them. When the head of his cock slipped past her lips, she rolled her tongue around him, teasing the tip
before taking him fully into her mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. Suck me.” Logan encouraged her.

  Sam could feel Tag’s eyes on her, watching her every move as she slowly laved her husband’s cock, wanting to bring him the utmost pleasure.

  As she tried to remain focused, she couldn’t help but watch Tag undress beside her, obviously not one bit worried about the fact that they were outside or that any one of their neighbors could see what they were doing. Granted, the shrubbery was strategically placed to keep prying eyes out, but Sam knew if someone wanted to see bad enough, they’d get a good show. That was part of the intrigue, at least as far as she was concerned.

  ~*~*~

  Logan slipped his hand into Sam’s long blond hair, holding her head in place as her mouth bathed him in magnificent, wet heat. He loved having his dick in her mouth, the way she eagerly tried to please him. She was wanton and wicked when she wanted to be, and Logan loved that about her. Hell, he loved everything about her.

  When Tag came up beside him, naked finally, Logan moved slightly to the right, allowing him to walk right up in front of Sam.

  “Stroke his cock while you suck me.” He told her, his body getting harder by the second. He never could hold back when Sam put her mouth on him, and tonight he’d have to break away just to keep from coming.

  Gripping her hair more firmly, Logan held her head still as he thrust into her mouth, letting her lips slide up and down his shaft, her teeth scraping him lightly from time to time. When he had met Sam, she’d had remarkably little experience when it came to giving him head, but over the last few months, she’d made it her mission to improve on that talent whenever possible.

  He wasn’t complaining.

  Logan allowed her to take control of the situation for a moment, when she pulled him out of her mouth, her hand circling his shaft, slowly stroking him the same way she was stroking Tag.

  “Harder, Sam.” Tag said, taking her hand beneath his and squeezing firmly, increasing the pace.

  Sam leaned forward placing a light lick to the head of Tag’s cock while stroking both of them at the same time. Logan watched when she wrapped her lips around the engorged head and sucked him into the hot recesses of her mouth.

  Tag’s legs locked, his body going rigid beside Logan and he knew what the man was feeling. Sam’s sweet, soft mouth was so generous, so loving, and he momentarily envied the other man.

  But tonight Logan wasn’t looking for quick and dirty. He wanted Sam to burn bright and hot before the two of them took her at the same time. Oh, yes, Logan longed to be buried in Sam’s ass while Tag fucked her wet pussy, but he had a couple of other ideas first.

  “Stand up and let Tag lay on the couch.” Logan stated firmly. Sam’s hands were beginning to work faster, and if he didn’t make a change, it’d be too late to worry about anything else because Logan would be coming in her hand.

  Chapter Eight

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  Sam didn’t waste any time when Logan told her to get up. When Tag lay down on the couch, Logan helped her straddle his chest, then his head, the man’s tongue snaking out to feast on her pussy once again.

  “Logan.” Sam moaned his name as he came to stand at the end of the couch. From where he stood, he could see the top of Tag’s head, but his face was buried between Sam’s thighs and she was grinding down on him.

  “Tell me, baby. How does it feel?”

  “So good.” She whispered.

  “Is he fucking you with his tongue? Sucking your clit?”

  “Yes. God, yes!” Sam screamed.

  Logan placed his hands firmly on Sam’s breasts, squeezing gently before bending down to pull her nipple between his teeth. He nipped her before sucking harder, pinching the other nipple with his hand.

  Making his way back up, he licked her neck before cupping her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. “It’s so hot to watch Tag fuck your pussy with his tongue, baby. I want to watch you ride his cock, take him all the way inside your hot fucking body until you make him come.” He told her, watching her eyes light up with excitement.

  ~*~*~

  Logan was going to make her come just from his words alone. The way he held her head in his hands, keeping their eyes locked was thrilling. All the while Tag was sucking her clit, sparks firing through her womb in all directions.

  “Then I’m going to bury my cock in your ass.” Logan held Sam’s head in his hands as she began to grind down on Tag’s mouth.

  Bright lights began to flash behind her eyelids as her orgasm began to blossom inside of her. Sparks burst forth from her spine, her clit throbbing while Tag skillfully flicked his wicked tongue back and forth, pushing her closer to the edge. She was going to explode at any moment, she could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs, spiraling upward until...

  Tag sucked her clit hard, and her body detonated in a rush of light and sound, the tingling sensation ripping through her, straight up her spine until she screamed into the still night air.

  “Damn you’re beautiful.” Logan said, still holding her head in his palms before crushing his mouth down on hers.

  “Please fuck me.” She whispered into his kiss, her body still throbbing with need, but more so from the desire to be filled completely.

  For so long she’d waited for this day, to have her body filled completely while two men fucked her until she was oblivious to anything else. She needed it. The feeling was like a drug, an addiction that she craved.

  “Soon. First I’m going to watch you ride Tag’s cock.”

  Those words were music to her ears because although she might not have them both, at least one of them was going to be inside of her.

  “Sit on the couch.” Logan instructed Tag who was still laying between Sam’s legs, lapping at her, bringing her closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. She was too sensitive right now, her body having just ruptured at the seams.

  Sam had to move so Tag could get up, and when she did, he easily pulled her back on top of him, his mouth finding hers once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close and kissing him back with the fury that was building inside of her. His tongue was hot, and she tasted herself on his lips, smelled the tantalizing scent of sex mingling in the air.

  When he gripped her hair, pulling her head back slightly, their mouths separated, and he planted his lips on her neck, licking and nipping as he moved down to her collar bone. She could see Logan in her peripheral vision, standing to the side, watching and giving Tag free reign for a moment.

  He took without asking and Sam gave freely, relishing the feel of his mouth on her. He palmed her breasts, squeezing them together as he licked and sucked each puckered tip simultaneously.

  “God yes.” She moaned as she pressed against his lips, trying to increase the friction, needing that little bite of pain to take her mind off of the need that was building intensely between her thighs.

  Sam leaned back, watching what Tag was doing to her as she pulled his head closer, wanting him to consume her completely. The feeling was intense, and as much as she knew she shouldn’t want it, shouldn’t want this stranger touching her, tasting her, she did. God she did. She wanted him to fuck her into oblivion, sating her body like it had only been sated so long ago.

  A few minutes passed as Tag continued to feed on her breasts while two of his fingers had found their way inside of her, spearing her, but not giving her enough to send her into the ether where she longed to be.

  “Please fuck me.” She begged, not caring which of them heard her or which of them actually did as she asked.

  Then Logan was back beside them, tossing a condom down on the couch, which Tag immediately grabbed, unleashing his mouth from her breasts so he could rip open the foil packet.

  Sam moved so that he could sheath his cock before she finally, finally was right where she wanted to be.

  “Fuck her, Tag. Fuck my wife while I watch. But don’t you dare fucking come until I say so.” Logan’s
words were harsh, demanding, and Sam knew he was venturing closer to the edge himself.

  Sam leaned over Tag, placing her hands on his shoulders as she slid down the length of his cock, letting her body acclimate to his size. He was huge, longer than Logan, but not quite as thick, but he filled her nonetheless.

  Long seconds passed as her body adjusted, allowing him to push further until she was once again sitting on him, the backs of her thighs resting on the tops of his.

  “So fucking tight.” Tag groaned, and the words sounded as though they were torn from his chest. “So wet. Ride me, baby.”

  Sam didn’t waste another second, lifting and lowering herself on Tag’s cock, taking him in deep, then lifting until he was nearly out.

  She must not have been doing something right because Tag gripped her hips and began helping her, adjusting his angle until he was thrusting harder, faster than she could go.

  “Fuck!” Tag bellowed, his warm breath caressing her face, his deep voice bouncing from the walls. “Baby, I’m going to come if you keep it up.”

  Sam didn’t know what it was she was doing because he seemed to be doing all the work.

  “You’re so fucking tight. Feels so good.”

  ~*~*~

  Logan couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the tube of lubrication from where he had stashed it earlier, strangling his cock with one hand to keep from coming just from the sight of Sam being fucked.

  “Lean into him.” Logan told her as he squeezed the cool gel into his hand, coating his cock with it. When Tag moved so that Sam could lean over more, Logan slicked his fingers with the gel and eased them into Sam’s ass.

  “Yes.” She moaned, once again beginning to lift and lower on Tag’s cock.

  “Slow, Sam.” Tag told her, the strain in the man’s voice apparent. He was close, and Logan needed to be inside of her when he came.