Addicted (Club Destiny #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  When he leaned down and kissed the sensitive skin of her neck, she forgot for a brief second what she had been worried about.

  “Well, I for one can’t wait to get you naked.” Logan’s deep, sensual voice warmed her from the inside out.

  “Right here? In front of all these people?” Sam asked, keeping her voice low and controlled. She wanted to make him burn with lust, and if this was what Logan needed, Sam might just rethink the idea.

  “See that couch over there?” He asked, turning her in his arms until she was looking at the big, black couch sitting in the corner of the room.

  “Yes.”

  “I can picture you laid out on that couch with Tag between your legs, licking your pussy while you’re sucking my cock.”

  His words sparked a flame in her belly, making her thighs quiver with excitement. She could almost picture it as well.

  “I want to feel your mouth on my cock, Sam.” He groaned, his hands gripping her waist firmly, his fingers biting into her skin. “Do you really want to do this here?”

  Sam heard the unmistakable lust in his tone. He wanted this. He didn’t have any qualms about stripping her naked right here in a room full of people.

  Glancing around, Sam noticed that she and Logan weren’t the only ones getting close at the moment. She wondered if they had sparked the trend or if it had been going on before she got lost in his passionate words.

  Venturing a glance at Sierra, Sam noticed she was now crushed between Luke and Cole and the woman didn’t appear to have any issues with making out in a room full of people. Cole had his hands around her waist, her shirt bunched up above them, although the only thing showing was her tiny waist.

  It was hot as hell to watch.

  Then she turned her attention to another couple across the room. These two were much more comfortable with being naked because at the moment, the woman was halfway there. Her shirt was off, and the man was unhooking her bra until her breasts spilled free moments before he was latching onto one puckered nipple with his teeth.

  Sam moaned. She couldn’t help it. It was like watching porn in 3D, only these people weren’t acting, and they weren’t worried about what was going on around them.

  “Do you, Sam? Do you want to stay here? You have to tell me, baby.” Logan stated, kissing her neck and moving to her side so that Tag could press against her other side. They were making sure not to impede her view.

  “Damn that’s fucking hot.” Tag whispered in her ear, tilting her head in another direction where a stunning red head was leaning against a wall, completely nude while a dark haired man was kneeling between her thighs.

  It was fucking hot, just like Tag said and Sam pressed against them both, wanting to feel more of them.

  “You like watching while she gets her pussy eaten?” Tag asked, gliding his hand down her arm, but still not touching any pertinent parts.

  “Yes.” She admitted openly.

  Logan groaned in her ear. “Tell me, Sam. If you don’t, I’m going to carry you out of here and find somewhere private so I can bury my tongue in your pussy.”

  Oh God! He was going to make her come.

  “Then what will you do?” She asked, not wanting to leave just yet, but not committing entirely to getting naked in a room full of strangers.

  Logan pressed his mouth to her ear, turning her head back toward Sierra and Luke. Sam gasped. Sierra was on her knees, right there in the middle of the room, and Luke was holding her head as he fucked her mouth.

  “Can you handle it, Sam? Can you handle being on display in here? Sucking my cock while others watch?” Logan asked, his labored breathing making her aware of what this was doing to him.

  Then he turned her in his arms, fully facing him, palming her head in both hands and staring her right in the eyes. “Tell me.”

  Sam held her breath, unsure of what she wanted. It was definitely kink in its finest form, hotter than hell, and she didn’t want to leave, but her nerves were rioting, and she wondered how she had even gotten to that point.

  “If you say yes, I’m going to strip you right now and watch Tag crawl between your thighs and lick your pussy until you scream.”

  “And if I say no?” She didn’t want to say no. She really didn’t want to say no.

  “Then I’m going to take you to Tag’s room, strip you naked and bury my cock in your mouth.” Logan whispered. “No one else will touch you. No one except Tag. I promise you that.”

  Sam hadn’t even considered that, but she probably should have. “I want to stay.” She finally said, her breathing just as labored as his. “Please, Logan.”

  Chapter Eleven

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  Logan knew what she wanted. He knew that Sam wanted to stay, wanted to experience just what it felt like to be watched by all of these people, although he could have told her that they were going to be busy and likely not going to notice much of anything going on around them.

  “Turn around.” He told her, wanting her to see what was now going on. The smell of sex permeated the air, lust filled moans echoed around the room as couples, or threesomes, or even the five in the far corner, were getting down right dirty.

  Logan knew it wouldn’t take long, but he had wanted Sam to come in before they let loose. She’d had a moment to acclimate herself and then she had been overwhelmed by the sensuality that penetrated the air like a fog.

  Sam turned in his arms, her back against his chest, and Logan put his hand possessively against her stomach, the other over her breasts. He nodded at Tag so he understood they were moving forward. Sam had given her permission, which was crucial up to this point. Logan had warned Tag if, at any time, she decided she wanted to go, they were going to go without question. He had agreed.

  Logan nipped Sam’s ear. “Look at your friend.”

  Sierra was completely naked, sitting in Luke’s lap in a chair while Cole was kneeling between their legs. Logan had seen it before, but the last time it had been Sam in between the two men.

  This time, Sam was a bystander, only able to watch the pleasure that both men were giving Sierra. If the look on Sierra’s face was anything to go by, she wasn’t concerned about a damn thing other than what those two were doing to her.

  Logan moved his hand when Tag reached for the button on Sam’s jeans, easily unhooking it before lowering the zipper. Once he began to ease the denim down her legs, Logan took the hem of her sweater and lifted it up and over her head easily. Before her jeans were entirely off, he freed her breasts from the confines of the black lace bra she wore.

  He caught the eyes of a few people who were watching them intently and Logan’s dick throbbed, all of the blood rushing between his legs, making it hard to keep standing.

  “Do you like to watch, Sam?” He asked, nipping her ear lobe. “Do you like to see the pleasure on someone else’s face?”

  “Yes.” She whispered.

  Logan turned her head to the side, “See the group over there?”

  There was a group of people, five to be exact, who had taken to the couch in the far corner. One woman was on her back on the couch while another was laying over her in the sixty nine position. On each end, there was one man who was encouraging the two women to feast on one another while the man assisted. Each woman was getting licked by two tongues at the same time and the fifth person, another man, was sitting back watching, stroking his cock.

  “Oh!” Sam moaned, and Logan noticed her attention was now directed to the man in front of her.

  Logan couldn’t see Tag, but he knew what he was doing. He was kneeling between her legs, torturing her clit with his tongue. Logan lifted Sam’s thigh, opening her further to Tag.

  “That’s so fucking hot.” Logan groaned, holding Sam up as she began to grind down on Tag’s mouth. “Watch him. Watch while he sucks your clit, baby.”

  Sam tilted her head down, and Logan knew she was watching. And so were a couple of others. Sierra and Luke, for one. They seemed to be riveted to what was going
on across the room, what Tag was doing to Sam to be exact.

  “Tag.” Sam groaned his name, trying to push against him.

  Logan was standing there, fully dressed, holding his naked wife against him while another man knelt between her legs, using his tongue to get her off. “Come, Sam. Come in his mouth.”

  Sam didn’t need any more encouragement because her body went rigid and she moaned, not quite as loud as normal, but she could be heard by all in the room.

  “So sweet. I love when you come for me.”

  Logan lifted her in his arms and carried her to the far side of the room, away from most of the others, He didn’t mind an audience, but he didn’t know if he could restrain himself, so the farther away they were the better.

  “Undress me.” Logan told her as he stood with his back to the room, shielding her somewhat from the wandering eyes of others.

  Sam’s eyes were wide, but he didn’t see fear, he saw ecstasy glowing in the crystalline green. With the hardest part out of the way, Logan didn’t know how long they would last if she turned all of that pent up determination on him.

  She did exactly as he told her, undressing him with ease before turning to Tag as instructed. Within minutes, she had them both totally naked and she was kneeling between them. Logan hadn’t instructed that. As much as he wanted to see it, from here on out, this was her show, even if she didn’t know it.

  “Suck me, Sam.” Tag told her, gripping his cock in one hand and sliding his other hand into her hair. “Fuck yes.”

  Logan watched, stroking his dick, praying he wouldn’t come too soon because this was just too much. Admittedly, he’d never attended one of these, not by himself, and not with anyone else. He’d been intrigued by the idea, but never had he considered it a possibility with Sam. Now he wondered if she even had any limits to her sexual fantasies.

  Sam turned her attention on him suddenly, taking the head of his cock in her hot mouth, licking and sucking as she moaned. The vibrations were going to set him off if her talented tongue didn’t do it first.

  Gripping her head, he held her in place, pushing in and pulling out, letting her tease him with her tongue. And then she turned back to Tag, bathing the man with the same wicked skill and making him groan.

  Logan wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. From his peripheral vision, he could see a handful of people, all in various stages of undress, doing erotic things to one another all while his wife was on her knees giving him and Tag the blow job of the century.

  Sliding his hand into her hair once again, he eased her upward, not pulling, but guiding her back to her feet. When she was standing once again, Logan crushed his mouth down on hers, stealing a kiss hot enough to melt the last of his remaining brain cells.

  “I need to be inside you.” Logan told her none too discreetly. At this point, he didn’t give a shit who heard, or who watched.

  Sam kissed him again, hungrier this time, giving him her silent approval as she wrapped her arms around his neck and all but climbed his body.

  ~*~*~

  Sam knew where she was, knew what was going on around her, but just like every time Logan looked at her as though she were the only woman in the world, the room all but disappeared.

  With Tag’s warm body pressed against her back and Logan pressed against her front, there was no place she would rather be than right there in that moment.

  Overwhelmed. That was the only word that came to mind as she used her tongue to explore Logan’s mouth, her hands to latch onto his hair, and her body to soak up his heat.

  “Logan.” She needed him more than she’d ever needed him before. Inside of her. Filling her to overflowing until she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

  She caught Logan’s subtle nod toward Tag and a sigh of relief escaped. He wasn’t going to torture her any longer. Although Tag had sent an orgasm spiraling through her only minutes before, she was aching to be filled by them. Both of them. At the same time.

  Logan took her hand and led her to an empty couch in the corner before pulling her down on top of him.

  “Ride me, Sam. Sit on my cock, baby.”

  His lewd words were the equivalent of the flash point of diesel fuel, igniting every molecule until the fire inside of her burned bright and hot. Not wasting another second, she straddled his hips, sitting up so she could guide him exactly where she needed him.

  “Logan.” He took her hands in his, holding her up and allowing her to find a rhythm that sent shards of pleasure bolting through her.

  Being with him was just as magnificent as always, but being here, in this place, was overloading her circuits. From where she was, Sam could see a handful of people, each of them doing their own thing. The group of five was engaged in an extremely complex situation, something she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams.

  Across the room, Luke, Sierra and Cole were doing the same thing Sam hoped to be doing any minute now. With Tag finally joining them on the couch, she was getting closer to where she wanted to be.

  “Inside me. Now.” She told him when she stopped moving on Logan as he pulled her flush against his chest.

  She couldn’t speak after that because his mouth found hers in an explosive kiss. The room once again disappeared, and Sam was left with only feeling.

  “I’ve dreamed about fucking your ass, Sam.” Tag said as he leaned over her, using his finger to imitate what he would soon be doing with another part of his body.

  Sam couldn’t help but rock between the invasion in her ass and her husband’s cock lodged deep inside of her. It was too much, but not enough.

  “Be still, baby.” This time Logan caught her attention. “Look at me.”

  Sam stared down into hazel eyes filled with passion and love, and she knew they were going to have to do something fast. She was losing her nerve the longer they waited, especially when she noticed there were others who were doing nothing more than sitting on the sidelines taking in the whole debacle.

  When Tag lined up behind her, his huge cock pushing against her, trying to gain entrance, Sam stilled.

  “You love to have your ass and pussy filled at the same time, don’t you, baby?” Logan asked, causing her to stare down at him once again. “Move forward.”

  Sam moved up a little, far enough for Logan to draw one nipple fully into his mouth, and she couldn’t stop the scream that broke loose. It was exquisite. He freed one hand so he could pinch her nipple while sucking on the other, and the alternating sensations were intense.

  “Tag.” This time Sam called out for the man gripping her hips from behind. She wanted him to get closer.

  “I’m here, baby.” He consoled her as he leaned over.

  Pain gripped her momentarily as Tag eased inside of her, Logan remaining motionless beneath her except for his thorough manipulation of her breasts.

  Sam glanced around, and noticed the beautiful red head she’d seen earlier, now bent over the edge of a couch, the man behind her ramming hard and fast as he pulled her head back by her hair. She was moaning, and the look of pure satisfaction on her face was enough to send a shockwave through Sam.

  When the pain eased, Sam was awash in sensation. Heat bloomed from her core as Logan and Tag began to move in unison, Sam’s attention once again focused on her husband. His hand snaked out and wrapped around her head, pulling her down to him. He didn’t kiss her though, simply held her face close to his.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman in the entire fucking room.” He told her as he began to thrust eagerly. “Damn your pussy’s so tight. Fuck me, Sam. Right here. Right now.”

  And with that, the rest of the room once again faded into the background, the only thing she could see was Logan. The only thing she could feel was the glorious friction.

  “Damn, baby.” Tag groaned into her ear. “Your ass is so tight. I can feel Logan’s cock inside of you.”

  Sam could feel it too, both of them, filling her, impaling her over and over until they were moving in unison, one
thrusting hard and fast as the other retreated.

  Her orgasm rippled, taking hold as a tingling sensation built deep in her womb, her pussy spasming around Logan’s cock.

  “That’s it, Sam. Come for us.” Tag urged, holding her hip as he plowed into her over and over.

  “Fuck.” Logan growled. “I can’t hold on.”

  “Don’t.” Sam insisted. “Come for me, baby.” She urged her husband seconds before her orgasm detonated, taking off like a rocket and barreling through her at the same time she felt both men still inside of her, their groans of release echoing through the room.

  Epilogue

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  [McCoy, Logan – 5:54pm] You almost ready to go?

  [McCoy, Samantha – 5:55pm] I need about 30 minutes

  [McCoy, Logan – 5:55pm] Ok. Let me know when you’re ready.

  Logan sat in his office, wondering what in the world Sam was doing on a Friday night. It was the first Friday in quite some time that Xavier hadn’t insisted that Logan stay late. That was probably because the man was out of town on business, not expected back until late Wednesday. Logan knew that meant he had the opportunity to get some more pressing things done, but he just wanted to get home and relax for a while.

  Sam had come in early that morning because she had an extensive meeting planned, so he figured she’d be just as ready to go home as he was. He couldn’t imagine what she was working on. Instead of bothering her, he immersed himself in one of the project updates he needed to modify to present to the board next week.

  When seven o’clock rolled around, Logan was just about to walk down to Sam’s office when his door opened, and she walked in.

  “Hey.” He greeted her. “I was just about to come get you.”

  “Yeah?” She asked as she shut the door behind her. Then a slight click sounded as she locked it.

  He could only stare back at her. What was she up to?

  “Did you need to talk about something?” Logan asked as she made her way across the room, perching on the edge of his desk in front of him.