Club Destiny 1 Conviction (46 page)

Feeling more than a little
vulnerable, naked in Luke’s arms, she gripped his neck, holding tight as he
ascended the stairs, two at a time.

Once they were at the top, he
opened a set of double doors that led to a darkened room. She couldn’t see
anything around them, didn’t know where they were, why they were there, or what
was going to happen next, but something settled inside of her when she heard
Logan’s footsteps behind her. Since he wasn’t objecting, Sam decided to clamp
down the questions threatening to fly out of her mouth.

The lights were turned up, she
wasn’t sure how, but the room was awash in a soft yellow glow. What she saw
around her nearly stole what little air she’d managed to suck down. The room
was full of things she’d only associate with hard core BDSM and Sam wasn’t
naive enough to believe she had any clue as to what these things were for.
Again, her only experience came in the form of books read in the dead of night,
alone with her own imagination.

But this…

This definitely explained the
dark storm clouds that always seemed to be brewing in Luke’s eyes. She felt
those penetrating eyes on her now, trying to get a sense for what she was
thinking.

What the hell
was
she
thinking?

She wasn’t, that was the only
logical explanation, because the only thing she knew to do was to pull Luke’s
head down, bringing his lips to hers. Brushing one light kiss over his
succulent mouth, she looked directly into his eyes and whispered, “Show me.”

“Baby, I’ll show you everything.”
There was so much promise in his words, her body tingled as his mouth crushed
down on hers, her arms locking around his neck as their tongues dueled.

The kiss was broken long before
she was ready to let go of him, but Luke lowered her to an oversized black
leather sofa, easing himself behind her and then pulling her back against his
hard body. He situated her similar to the way Logan had, although Luke was
nude, his chest hair scratching her back, the hair on his thighs was a sensual
scrape against the underside of her thighs.

It only took a moment to see what
he was doing, positioning her so his cock slid between the folds of her pussy,
from behind. God she wanted to feel him, but he wasn’t edging toward her
entrance.

“Put your mouth back on my cock.”
Luke demanded, the hard edge once again in place, though his hands still
cradled her gently. He wasn’t instructing her, he was talking to Cole, the
other man standing a few feet away, beautifully naked.

Luke kissed the side of her neck,
licked his way around to the corner of her mouth as she turned toward him. She
licked his tongue with her own, sucking it into her mouth, mimicking what he
expected Cole to do to him now.

“Don’t tempt me.” Luke told her,
then turned back to Cole. “Put your fucking mouth on my cock. You don’t want me
to punish you.”

Sam watched Cole, a dark gleam in
his eyes. Apparently the man got off on the pain, something Sam had no idea
about, and she shuttered at the thought. There were some things she would
openly admit to enjoying, even being curious about them, but purposely
inflicted pain was not something she had any desire to try.

But to each his own and all that.

Cole crawled onto the couch,
between their spread thighs, his big, warm hands gripped her ankles, then skimmed
over her calves, the back of her knees, lowering himself closer to where she
wanted him, but he wasn’t going to put his mouth on her.

She didn’t know this man, but she
wanted his tongue inside her, his mouth sucking her clit, driving her to
ecstasy while Luke and Logan both watched. Instead, she watched as Luke’s hard
cock slid deep into Cole’s mouth, the other man laving it with his tongue,
doing all of the things she’d wanted to do to Luke only moments before.

Logan wasn’t sitting with them,
but he’d perched on the arm of the other couch, never far from where she was.
She was grateful for his nearness. While her brain tried to process the erotic
way that one man sucked another, she found she needed Logan. He grounded her,
making her feel safe, though nothing about the situation made her feel safe.
These two hard men, with their raw hunger and uncontrolled lust, as they held
her firmly, made her feel things she knew she shouldn’t, made her want things,
carnal things, that she’d swore she wouldn’t want.

When Cole’s hot tongue slid
between her damp folds, Luke’s fingers holding her open, Sam could only watch
as the fire tore through her. Luke’s cock pressed against her clit, Cole’s
tongue bathing them both, lapping at her juices and sliding his tongue down the
underside of Luke’s cock.

She felt Luke jerk from behind
her, his arms tightening their hold on her. Her hips thrust forward, an
involuntary reaction to the overstimulation, an unsubtle quest for more. She
tipped her head back, her eyes closing as the flash fire started between her
thighs.

“Open your eyes.” Luke demanded,
his hands moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples as she forced her eyes
open, the pain laced pleasure shooting to her core, ricocheting off of the
spiral of heat Cole inflicted with the sexy way his tongue stroked them both at
the same time.

“I want you to watch as he licks
your pussy, the way his hot fucking mouth eats at you while you squirm in my
arms.”

Sam nodded, unsure whether she
needed to or not, Luke hadn’t been asking her permission.

“His tongue is so fucking hot.
His hot mouth like a furnace. God, it’s so fucking good.” Luke groaned, and Sam
thought he might come, but he held back, never taking his eyes off of his cock,
lying between her splayed pussy lips.

Sam couldn’t speak. Couldn’t push
the words past the lump in her throat. She wanted to beg for more, insist that
he stop torturing her; instead she gripped Cole’s head with her hands, pulling
him to her, feeling the silky strands of his golden blond hair brush over her
fingers, another sensation she couldn’t wrap her mind around.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck his
mouth.” Luke urged, biting her neck, small stinging bites, followed by sweet,
gentle flicks of his tongue easing the hurt.

“He likes it when you force him.”
Luke groaned, his eyes glued to the erotic play of tongue on flesh between her
thighs, the way Cole sucked her clit into her mouth, his own grunts of pleasure
echoing through the room.

Sam couldn’t deny herself the
chance to run her fingers over the smooth, sleek skin of Cole’s back,
outlining  the well-defined muscles, watching the push and pull rippling over
him as he pressed her thighs further apart, feasting on her pussy like a
starving man. There was a difference in the way he was with her than the way he
was with Luke. There was no defiance in his gaze, no pulsing energy surrounding
him, though he was taking her with a passion she hadn’t expected.

As hot as he was making her, as
close to eruption as she was, Sam wanted more. She wanted everything these
three men could give her, and worse than that, she wanted to watch. Turning her
head so she could see Logan, his hazel eyes, still flecked with more green than
brown, locked on hers, his need evident in the way he stood, the way he managed
to keep his hands to himself, though she could see him holding back.

If he wasn’t going to let her
hold back, then he wasn’t allowed to either.

“I want to taste you.” She
whispered, her voice louder than she expected. All three men turned their
attention on her, waiting to see what she would do next. Logan stood, unzipping
his already unbuttoned jeans and lowering them down his thighs, the thick,
swollen head of his cock peeking out between his fist as he stroked long and
slow.

“Come taste me.” He told her, and
it almost sounded like a dare.

~*~*~

Logan had been sitting to the
side, holding onto the last shreds of his control as he watched Luke and Cole,
one man’s head between her sweet, sexy thighs, the others hands pinching and
prodding her nipples, the rapture apparent on her face.

If she hadn’t just come a few
minutes before in his arms, riding his fingers, he would have thought Sam was
holding back. Then when those crystalline green eyes locked on him, he’d nearly
lost his breath. Though both of those men would bring her more physical
satisfaction than any one man alone, she had reached out to him.

He watched her, the pink tip of
her tongue darting out to lick her lips, and he wanted to feel her mouth
wrapped around his dick so bad, he throbbed with the need. He’d lowered his
jeans and had to grip his cock, holding back the urge to come right then and
there, just from the look in her eyes.

“Come here.” He ordered her, and
she turned back to Cole who was still feasting on her sweet nectar, the glow in
the man’s blue eyes darkened as he took from her what most men would kill to
have. “Now.”

He still wasn’t ready to take her
yet, there was something he needed her to see, but since he wasn’t
orchestrating this carnal seduction, he knew he had to bide his time. The way
Luke openly demanded Cole, Logan didn’t think he would have to wait long.

Holding out a hand, he helped Sam
as she climbed over Luke, leaving Cole still between his brother’s legs, his
mouth wrapped tightly around Luke’s dick, his head bobbing up and down. Though
Logan had never had any interest in having another man touch him, the eroticism
of the act couldn’t be denied. With Luke, nothing could be denied though.

Logan leaned back against the
edge of the couch, keeping his back to Luke and Cole so Sam would have a clear
view.

“On your knees.” He told her, his
control slipping. “That’s it, baby. God your mouth is so fucking hot.” She was
scorching him with her tongue as she quickly dropped to her knees, her lips
pulling him in, her tongue wrapping around him, gliding up and down, making him
crazy with the need to come right down her throat.

The only sound in the room were
those of Luke’s and Logan’s grunts, the sweet sound of Sam’s mouth devouring
his dick and Cole bathing Luke’s cock with his own mouth.

“Suck harder.” Luke’s words
reverberated through the room, the tone hard, laced with an anger that Logan
knew his brother fed off of like a drug. “I’m going to come down your throat.
Take all of me, damn you.”

Logan knew the second the words
sparked a fire inside of Sam because her mouth tightened around him, pulling
him deeper, her head moving faster, bobbing up and down as she used her hands
to stroke him and play with his balls at the same time.

“Fuck!” Luke’s roar tore through
the room, and if Logan was right, Sam had come from the sound alone.

He had no time to think about it
though because she ripped his orgasm from him, gripping her head, holding her
against him as he buried his cock in her mouth, shooting his seed down her
throat as she fought not to gag on him.

~~  ** 
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Sam couldn’t believe what had
just happened. Whatever it was felt wicked and… dirty. Sam hovered on the edge
of panic as she felt Logan lift her into his arms, pulling her with him onto
the black leather sofa that Luke and Cole had apparently vacated.

“Look at me, Sam.” Logan said,
his tone was firm, yet soothing.

She risked a glance at him, and
as their eyes met, Sam saw something she didn’t expect to see shining back at
her. Those weren’t eyes of a man who had just made his woman get on her knees
and suck him off, while, across the room, his twin brother had been blown by
another man. No, these were the eyes of the man Sam had fallen in love with so
many weeks ago. A tender, yet possessive spark burned bright, warming her in
places that had gone suddenly cold.

It made her feel better about
what had happened, but she was still reeling from the fact that she had had an
explosive orgasm and not a damn soul had touched her. She hadn’t even touched
herself. How the hell did that happen? All from the words of a dark, dangerous
man as he sought his pleasure in whatever outlet he could find.

“It’s ok, baby.” Logan whispered,
brushing a kiss near her ear, holding her against him, their naked bodies
pressed tight together, his warmth seeping into her. “That was the sexiest damn
thing I’ve ever seen.”

As much as she wanted to deny his
words, she believed him. After all they had been through, all he subjected her
to, Logan McCoy was not a man to say words he didn’t mean.

“But, I –” Hell, she couldn’t
even say it out loud.

“You what, Sam? You came apart?
You were hot enough to split at the seams, and you came with my dick in your
mouth.” His words shocked her, but looking at him, she got the feeling that was
what he intended to do.

Yes, technically, that’s what she
had done, but she had done it from Luke’s words alone. The way his voice boomed
through the room, the impact of his release jarred her to the depths of her
soul, knowing how he let himself go, how he spared nothing to find his release.

She turned, trying to see if Luke
and Cole were still in the room, but she couldn’t see them. She wondered what
they were doing, and for a moment, she feared they would do it without gifting
her with the pleasure of watching them.