Three
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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.
God, she was perverse.
“We’re not through, baby.” Logan turned her chin back so she was facing him, and pressed his lips firmly against hers. The taste of him, masculine and spicy, was like a toxin to her bloodstream, sending surges of pleasure so deep Sam had to clinch her internal muscles tighter.
She loved the taste of him, the feel of the corded muscles in his arms, the raspy feel of his chest hair as it rubbed against her nipples, and the light bristle of hair along his jaw. She loved the silky feel of his midnight black hair as it slipped through her fingers, and the way his teeth nipped her bottom lip when he wanted her attention. And above all else, she loved Logan with a depth of affection she hadn’t known existed. He had more power over her than any one person should have, and he could break her heart so easily.
“I love you, Sam.” His voice was low, his body moving over her, pressing her into the cool leather, his thigh pressing between hers, applying just enough pressure to make her heart rate increase, and her body ache to have him inside of her. It had been too long since she felt him inside of her.
“I need to feel you, Logan. Please.” She begged, holding his face in her hands as she pulled his lips closer.
“I know, baby. You will. I promise.”
Sam jerked her head back. Was he denying her this? Was he unwilling to make love to her?
Instead of pressing closer, he pushed up and off of her, his arms flexing from the weight as he rolled off of her, getting to his feet. Then she was being lifted, being carried, and the way Logan held her was so different from when Luke had. She felt safer in his arms, and there was a possessiveness with Logan that she didn’t feel with Luke.
“I need more.” She told him as he moved across the room. She could see a bed, a giant bed, covered with a satin duvet, and a handful of pillows.
“I promise you’ll have more, baby. Give me this. Tonight. Just give me this and you’ll have all you ever wanted.”
Sam wasn’t sure what he meant, but she could see Luke’s form in her periphery, and she suspected what he wanted from her. As much as she wanted to tell him no, to insist that this only be about her and Logan, she couldn’t. She didn’t want to tell him no. Sam wanted to accept everything Logan would give her, even the gratification he found by having her take another man inside her body.
Logan sat on the bed, pulling her down on top of him, their bodies aligning perfectly. She straddled his hips, pressing her wet folds over the hard ridge of his erection, wanting to push him inside, take him within her body and hold him there. His fingers slid through the long strands of her hair, pulling her head back so he could have access to her throat where he planted open mouthed kisses along her jaw.
“So sweet.” His words swept over her skin, her body flush against his, touching from chest to knee, only she wanted to get closer.
“Lift your hips.”
Sam lifted her hips, and Logan lay back, aligning their bodies so the head of his cock pressed against her snug entrance. He was so big, her body taking a moment to adjust to the width of him, as her juices pooled to allow him to go deeper.
“So good.”
And it was. Like heaven on earth, her body flooded with sensation, every nerve ending waking up, the familiar feel of him inside of her imprinted on her synapses. When he didn’t move, she tried to press into him, send him deeper, but he held her hips still.
“Kiss me.”
Sam could never say no to Logan’s kiss, so she pressed her mouth to his, his fingers digging into her scalp as his lips scalded her. It wasn’t a sweet, gentle kiss. This one was laced with dark hunger, an urgent passion and Sam was lost in it.
She felt someone, she wasn’t sure who, slide between her legs, parting her bottom with his hands firmly on her cheeks and then something so intense burst through her.
She whimpered as she soared, the feeling so foreign, and so good at the same time. He was licking her. There. Trying to break away from Logan, Sam found him holding her closer, the sweet invasion overriding common sense as a tongue buried deep into her anus.
“Let it feel good.” Logan coaxed her, her body rocking on his, pressing his cock further inside and then thrusting back against the hot, wet tongue doing unspeakable things to her.
“Fuck me, Logan. Oh God! Please fuck me.” Sam screamed, needing more. Then the warm feeling was gone, replaced by something cool and slick, before someone pressed against her, the remembered feel of being penetrated, being taken so intimately.
Another body moved into her line of sight – Luke – on his knees on the bed, his cock thick and hard, and she wanted to taste him, anything to ease the ache within her.
“That’s it, Sam. Put your sweet mouth on my cock.” Luke moaned, pressing the head of his cock against her lips, forcing them open as Logan began to rock inside of her, slowly, while Cole buried himself deeper into her ass.
So full. She was so full, all three men buried to the hilt inside of her body. She was going to split apart, fire ripping through her, her muscles tightening around Logan while her body tried to push out the foreign invasion.
God, it hurt.
Luke surged forward, pushing against the back of her throat, but she couldn’t focus, she couldn’t do anything but feel, the overwhelming urge to resist, and the desire to take all that they were giving her.
“Suck my cock, Sam. Use that sweet tongue. Just let us love you, baby.” Luke whispered, his hands sliding into her hair while Logan moved his hands to her breasts.
And then there was only feeling. An overwhelming sense of fullness, before Logan and Cole started thrusting, falling into a rhythm that offered sweet friction where she needed it most. Deeper. Harder. Faster. All three men thrust, not all at once, but somehow managing to keep her off balance, sliding deep, pulling out, then over and over. Oh God, she was going to explode. They didn’t ease up, they moved harder, faster, until…
“That’s it, baby. Come for us.”
The world tilted, bright lights flashed behind her eyelids and Sam flew over the precipice into an all-consuming maelstrom of ecstasy that filled her body with sheer bliss unlike anything she had ever known and anything she would ever know again.
There would always be this.
This first time, these three men.
~*~*~
Logan held Sam against him, she was boneless, her arms and legs unmoving as Cole pulled himself from her body. Even now, after his release had drained him, Logan felt the rigid length of Cole as he dislodged from Sam.
The man was still hard, apparently he hadn’t come, but neither had Luke. And Logan knew exactly what would come next. Logan knew his brother, understood him, and this was something he’d been holding out for.
“Don’t go to sleep.” Logan told the woman lying on top of him, her breathing slowing, her muscles relaxing. “I want you to watch. It’s not over yet.”
Logan didn’t move, but Luke and Cole didn’t appear to need him to. Instead, they readjusted their positions, only a foot or so away from them, as Cole knelt on the bed, Luke’s cock now sheathed with a condom lining up behind the other man.
“You’ve waited all night for this, haven’t you?” Luke demanded, his hand firm on Cole’s back.
Logan felt Sam’s body tense slightly; her eyes open as she watched the two men beside her. Her chest expanded as though she wanted to inhale more oxygen, but she didn’t release it.
“Answer me.” Luke grunted, gripping Cole’s hips and pulling his entire body closer.
“Yes.” Cole bit out the single word.
“You want me to take your ass, don’t you?” Luke used the tube of lubrication that Cole had used earlier, covering his cock, and then thrusting two fingers inside of Cole, easing the cool gel inside of him.
Logan watched, as did Sam, unable to tear his gaze off of the two men. For as long as Logan could remember, Luke had sought pleasure in various activities, and Cole was included in most of them. Having known Cole for a little over five years, he and his brother had been introduced to him before they purchased Club Destiny. Since that time, Luke and Cole had become closer, but as far as Logan knew, their relationship was not exclusive. Well, at least not where women were involved.
Luke had his share of women, and before Sam, Logan had been invited to a few of their trysts. But, Logan knew that Luke didn’t see other men, nor did he have sex with any. Though they maintained exclusivity, Logan got the impression that there was something deeper brewing between the two men, but his brother didn’t talk about it, and Logan didn’t ask.
As he watched, he felt Luke’s intensity. The twin bond had always been strong between the two of them. In Logan’s perspective and based on the research he had done on the dynamics of identical twins throughout his life, what he and Luke shared bordered on the paranormal, and there were many people who wouldn’t believe the depth of their bond.
There were times when Logan could feel Luke’s emotions, feel the depth of his feelings, whether it was anger or elation, it didn’t matter. Then there were times when Logan could feel himself being shut out by Luke.
For all of their lives, he and Luke had been close, best friends most of the time. Yet, as they grew older, settled into separate lives, they still maintained a close relationship, and they knew almost everything about the other. But now, today, Logan wasn’t so sure there wasn’t a deeper side to his brother that Luke kept locked away, hidden from even him.
Seeing the strength in the way Luke handled Cole, Logan could feel something other than sexual attraction radiating off of the man. There was an aggression to their sex, the way Luke controlled Cole. Like they were forcing themselves to hold back, and for what reason, Logan feared he would never know.
“Watch, baby.” Logan whispered to Sam, stroking his hand over her back, up and down her spine.
~*~*~
Sam was watching, she couldn’t tear her eyes off of their masculine forms, Cole’s complete and total subjugation and Luke’s need to possess, to own the man kneeling before him. She could feel something in the air around them, and it had nothing to do with sex. Despite Luke’s harsh words, his need to overpower Cole, Sam could feel a desperation lingering, as though they fought hard to suppress something deeper.
Luke’s hand was pressed against the base of Cole’s spine, pushing him into the mattress, while he gently used three fingers to fuck him, gripping his own cock painfully tight. Sam couldn’t move, could barely breath as she anticipated the moment when Luke would claim him, would take him with utter abandon.
Cole didn’t say a word, but Sam could see the way he thrust against Luke’s fingers, the way his body locked tight when Luke pulled out.
And then, as she lay tense and waiting, Logan’s cock still lodged deep inside of her, she felt her own body come back to life, the images too overpowering to ignore, as her inner muscles milked Logan, trying to pull him into her body, though he was only semi erect.
Luke’s growl was animalistic as he forcefully thrust his cock into the other man’s ass, his fingers digging deeper into Cole’s hips as his entire body went rigid, his muscles defined and rock hard beneath his sweat dampened skin.
Cole held himself completely still, though Luke’s hands gripping his hips looked almost painful. Sam couldn’t see Cole’s face from where she lay, but she could see Luke’s every expression. His lips were a hard, thin slash on his face, his brow furrowed, and the cords in his neck pulled tight.
“Fuck.” Luke began moving inside of Cole, going deep, then pulling back.
Sam knew what it felt like, knew the pleasure marked by an erotic bite of pain, and from the look on Luke’s face, he was barely maintaining control. She wondered what it was like when the two men were alone. There was something strong that linked these two men together, yet Sam got the impression that neither of them would admit it. Even to themselves.
“So fucking tight.” The words were clipped, restraint written on his face, as he took Cole slow and deep, his cock as hard as steel as he pulled back and moved forward again.
“Deeper.” This time Cole spoke out, making his own demands as he rocked backward. “Fuck me, damn it! Fuck me!”
And with that, Luke let himself go, their bodies a blur of motion as Luke pounded himself into Cole, grunting and thrusting, as he leaned over him, holding him tighter, Cole using the strength in his arms to push back against the sensual invasion.
“Damn you!” Luke groaned, and Sam didn’t think the man intended to make this personal, but she felt the hunger in Luke’s voice, felt the need that he tried to deny, saw with her own eyes the pleasure he sought from Cole’s body.
The room erupted in powerful groans, and sensual moans as the two men maintained their defiance, seeking what they longed for from the other, but still holding something back.
Sam felt Logan’s cock stir inside of her, apparently as affected by the sensual onslaught as she was and he began to move, his hips grinding, pushing his erection deeper, angled perfectly as he continued to press against the sensitive tissue, her body igniting as the visual stimulation, combined with the hard feel of Logan, set her aflame.
“Come for me, damn it!” Luke ground out the command, as he impaled Cole repeatedly, harder, faster, then reached around grabbing hold of Cole’s cock and stroking in time with the pounding.
Cole howled out his release, a deep, sensual cry interrupting the otherwise heated silence, while Luke thrust deeper, once, twice, then he followed Cole over, leaning forward and clamping his mouth on the other man’s shoulder as he groaned out his release.
Sam sat up, still astride Logan, still taking him deep inside of her. She locked her gaze with his, seeing the possessive need, the same hunger she had seen on Luke’s face as he buried himself deep inside of Cole’s body.
A hot coal of desire bloomed deep, spreading out through her core, and she exploded around Logan’s cock, her fingers biting into his chest, her legs gripping his hips as the room dimmed in her vision, bright sparks erupting behind her eyelids before everything went dark.