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.
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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.
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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.