Addicted (Club Destiny #2.5)(23)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“You love to have your ass and pussy filled at the same time, don’t you, baby?” Logan asked, causing her to stare down at him once again. “Move forward.”

Sam moved up a little, far enough for Logan to draw one nipple fully into his mouth, and she couldn’t stop the scream that broke loose. It was exquisite. He freed one hand so he could pinch her nipple while sucking on the other, and the alternating sensations were intense.

“Tag.” This time Sam called out for the man gripping her hips from behind. She wanted him to get closer.

“I’m here, baby.” He consoled her as he leaned over.

Pain gripped her momentarily as Tag eased inside of her, Logan remaining motionless beneath her except for his thorough manipulation of her breasts.

Sam glanced around, and noticed the beautiful red head she’d seen earlier, now bent over the edge of a couch, the man behind her ramming hard and fast as he pulled her head back by her hair. She was moaning, and the look of pure satisfaction on her face was enough to send a shockwave through Sam.

When the pain eased, Sam was awash in sensation. Heat bloomed from her core as Logan and Tag began to move in unison, Sam’s attention once again focused on her husband. His hand snaked out and wrapped around her head, pulling her down to him. He didn’t kiss her though, simply held her face close to his.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the entire fucking room.” He told her as he began to thrust eagerly. “Damn your pussy’s so tight. Fuck me, Sam. Right here. Right now.”

And with that, the rest of the room once again faded into the background, the only thing she could see was Logan. The only thing she could feel was the glorious friction.

“Damn, baby.” Tag groaned into her ear. “Your ass is so tight. I can feel Logan’s cock inside of you.”

Sam could feel it too, both of them, filling her, impaling her over and over until they were moving in unison, one thrusting hard and fast as the other retreated.

Her orgasm rippled, taking hold as a tingling sensation built deep in her womb, her pussy spasming around Logan’s cock.

“That’s it, Sam. Come for us.” Tag urged, holding her hip as he plowed into her over and over.

“Fuck.” Logan growled. “I can’t hold on.”

“Don’t.” Sam insisted. “Come for me, baby.” She urged her husband seconds before her orgasm detonated, taking off like a rocket and barreling through her at the same time she felt both men still inside of her, their groans of release echoing through the room.

Epilogue

[McCoy, Logan – 5:54pm] You almost ready to go?

[McCoy, Samantha – 5:55pm] I need about 30 minutes

[McCoy, Logan – 5:55pm] Ok. Let me know when you’re ready.

Logan sat in his office, wondering what in the world Sam was doing on a Friday night. It was the first Friday in quite some time that Xavier hadn’t insisted that Logan stay late. That was probably because the man was out of town on business, not expected back until late Wednesday. Logan knew that meant he had the opportunity to get some more pressing things done, but he just wanted to get home and relax for a while.

Sam had come in early that morning because she had an extensive meeting planned, so he figured she’d be just as ready to go home as he was. He couldn’t imagine what she was working on. Instead of bothering her, he immersed himself in one of the project updates he needed to modify to present to the board next week.

When seven o’clock rolled around, Logan was just about to walk down to Sam’s office when his door opened, and she walked in.

“Hey.” He greeted her. “I was just about to come get you.”

“Yeah?” She asked as she shut the door behind her. Then a slight click sounded as she locked it.

He could only stare back at her. What was she up to?

“Did you need to talk about something?” Logan asked as she made her way across the room, perching on the edge of his desk in front of him.

“Something.” She stated, still sounding very strange.

“Is everything alright?” Logan was beginning to worry because Sam never came to talk to him in his office. She was adamant that they not show any affection to one another during work hours. It wasn’t professional, she’d told him.

“It will be.” In a surprising move, Sam slipped off her sandal and put her foot on the edge of his chair, pushing him away from his desk.

“What’s going on, Sam?” Ok, so he was past the point of being worried.

“Nothing’s wrong.” She grinned for the first time since walking into his office. “I was just thinking.”