Addicted (Club Destiny #3) (6 page)

“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.

~~  **  ~~  **  ~~  **  ~~

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.

Logan
penetrated her with one finger, slowly fucking her ass as she pressed into him.
Sam enjoyed anal sex, so she was used to the little bite of pain now. Not
stalling for time, Logan entered two fingers into her ass, before stroking his
cock a couple of times and then lining up behind her.

He
had to put one foot on the couch in order to better the angle, but once he did,
he was able to slide into Sam, feeling the ridge of Tag’s cock through the thin
barrier inside of his wife. Damn it was tight.

“Lean
forward more.” He told Sam, pushing down on her back until she was flush
against Tag. A little maneuvering put them into a better position, allowing
Logan to thrust slow and steady at first, Tag mirroring his movements from
beneath Sam.

“Fuck
me, Logan. Harder.” Sam groaned, trying to rock back into him.

Gripping
her hips, Logan did as she requested, he began ramming into her ass while Tag
thrust upward, over and over, the two of them alternating until Sam’s body
tightened painfully around his cock, trying to milk him for all he was worth.

“Fuck.
I’m gonna come.” Tag groaned, obviously trying to hold out.

“Come
for me, Sam.” Logan urged, slamming into her once, twice... “Come for me, baby.
That’s it. Fuck!” Logan roared his release when Tag did the same, both of them
lodged to the hilt inside of her as she screamed Logan’s name over and over.

~~  **  ~~  **  ~~  **  ~~

A
solid month had passed since the last time Tag came to the house and Logan
could feel Sam getting anxious once again. After Tag had come over for three
weekends in a row, Logan figured she needed a break. Apparently not.

For
a month, he’d been rocked by Sam’s enthusiastic attitude toward sex. Not that
she hadn’t been a wildcat before Tag came into their lives, but since, the
woman was damn near insatiable. Logan was just out of ideas at the moment.