Club Destiny 1 Conviction (47 page)

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.