Patrick slowly worked his way up the long column of Destiny"s neck before sucking her delicate earlobe into his mouth. She moaned, arching her back. He knew all her most sensitive spots and looked forward to sharing them with Brandon, so that together they could make her wild.
Christ, he loved it when Destiny got wild.
Skating his lips along her jaw, he nudged Brandon with his shoulder so he could nibble on the corner of her mouth, loving how their bodies bumped and rubbed as they got closer. Capturing Destiny"s mouth, he growled when his tongue slid along hers before dancing with Brandon"s.
Brandon"s moan echoed through him to clutch at his balls.
The kiss became riotous, a meeting and mating of tongues dancing between their three mouths. He didn"t even know whose tongue and lips he tasted and teased at any moment and it didn"t matter anyway. It worked.
Destiny"s hand cupped his cheek, holding him to her. He drew his hand down over the peak of one breast, rubbing back and forth until she groaned from it, then dropping his hand lower still. His fingers met Brandon"s and tangled, their downward path shared, relentless. Brandon pressed closer, his arm and wrist overlaying Patrick"s, their fingers threaded together as they slid through the soft down covering her mound and into her wet, swollen pussy.
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Destiny"s hips bucked, forcing their fingers further along her slick folds, whimpering as they bumped over her clit and pressed against her entrance. The infinite new possibilities, the sheer number of things Patrick wanted to do to Destiny, with Destiny, because Brandon there beside him, sharing in all of it, was dizzying. Twenty fingers, two tongues, countless ideas. The only issue at that moment was that their big hands meshed together made it hard to do most of those things he wanted to do.
No problem. He switched to Plan B. He had enough ideas to get them straight through to Plan Z, for Christ"s sake, and then start back at A again. He swore he was going to try them all eventually.
Smiling, he ran a trail of kisses down Destiny"s cheek and to her ear, easing his body away from theirs, missing the contact, but bent on his mission. He drove her on, sucking on her neck, tickling the soft skin beneath her hair and along her nape, knowing how she loved it. He could feel the goose bumps racing across the soft skin beneath his lips as he circled her, coming to kneel behind her before pulling his hand from between her legs. Brandon was attacking her clit with his fingers before Patrick had fully disentangled his own. Destiny"s cries became louder, the movements of her hips jerkier.
He wasn"t the only one on this mission, a fact he found as exhilarating as it was arousing. How wild would Destiny get with two men to torment her?
Eager to find out, Patrick brought his hand around and slid it down her ass, her hips thrusting back as he tickled and circled the tight rosebud of her anus once then moved lower and stroked the pads of two fingers over Brandon"s hand, letting him know he was there. Brandon"s head came up, releasing a gasping cry from Destiny"s mouth. Brandon leaned over her shoulder and Patrick swooped in to capture his lips.
As he thrust his tongue into Brandon"s mouth, he thrust two fingers into Destiny"s pussy, pushing deep.
Her entire body shivered, her hips rolling as he worked his fingers in and out of her tight passage, the tips pushed forward to rub along the front wall. His tongue thrust into Brandon"s mouth with equal force and speed and Brandon"s free hand came up to fist in his hair, the pain singing through his body as together they rode the rhythm he set. Destiny"s head fell onto his shoulder and she murmured little cries, her movements becoming more frantic. His cock brushed against her silky skin time and again, making him twitch. The muscles in her thighs quivered as he slid his legs between hers and spread her knees wider, knowing how she loved it. She was close. God, he was too. Too damn close already.
Not yet. It wasn"t nearly enough yet. He pulled his hand away.
“No!” She gasped, her hips canting to follow his departing fingers. Brandon ended their kiss and Patrick could see the questions in his eyes. He smiled, a new plan taking wicked shape in his mind as he drew a finger back to the entrance to her ass and pressed there.
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Brandon looked confused as Destiny"s hips bucked, her back arching as she pressed against his invasion. His finger, lubricated with her cream, slipped in, sinking deep before she lifted herself away.
God, she was so hot like this, fucking herself in the ass with his finger. As much as he"d like to lose himself in Bran"s intense green gaze, still locked on his, he couldn"t resist looking down into her upturned face.
Destiny"s eyes screwed shut as she rocked on his hand and Brandon"s fingers. He mouthed the word one to Brandon, glancing down meaningfully, hoping he"d understand. Bran slid his fingers back until he felt the finger impaled in her ass. His eyes widened, then a slow smile bloomed across his face. Brandon immediately slid his other hand down her body.
Patrick smiled. It was true what they said about great minds thinking alike. He and Brandon had always made a great team.
If Destiny"s desperate groan was any indication Brandon wasted no time resuming his torture of her clit. Patrick almost felt sorry for her. Almost. His finger was thrust high in her ass when she cried out. He felt the press of Brandon"s fingers against his through the thin wall inside her body.
Brandon looked at him and lifted both brows, smiling a little before mouthing the word two.
Patrick grinned.
Destiny went into overdrive.
Her body shook, her hips grinding in little circles, pressing their fingers in and out of her body, the speed climbing with every thrust.
His hand on her hip was less about controlling the cadence of her bucking pelvis, so much as holding on to the tempest in his arms. Patrick pressed a second finger against the tight ring of muscles protecting her ass, throwing himself headlong into the storm.
“Oh, oh yes Patrick. Please, more,” she pleaded.
Who was he to deny her request? He only wanted what she wanted. He looked at Brandon"s flushed face and wide, glowing eyes. What they wanted.
With a gentle push, his second finger sank into Destiny. He smiled at Brandon. Two.
He might have led them on this merry chase, but he had no illusions about being in control. Destiny"s arm came up around his neck, locking him close, her other hand fisting in Brandon"s hair and pulling him in, trying to press her mouth to his. Brandon winked at him, sending a bolt of excitement straight into his aching cock, and mouthed three before clamping his mouth down over Destiny"s.
He felt Brandon push a third digit into Destiny, their knuckles rubbing through the thin wall that separated them as Brandon hooked his fingers to rub hard on Destiny"s G-spot. Patrick thrust harder into her ass, scissoring his fingers just enough to give her the sting, the stretch she loved.
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Destiny tore her mouth from Brandon"s, gasping, the hand around Patrick"s neck gripping him painfully as she undulated against him. Against them. The muscles in her tight, hot ass squeezed around his fingers, her hips thrusting again and again. He could feel the force of Brandon"s movements against his own, could see Brandon"s biceps flex as he urged Destiny ever upward, all the while staring at the wanton writhing in his arms with awe. Patrick felt a remarkable, giddy joy because he knew Destiny loved it.
Knew how she loved when urgency trumped gentleness. He and Brandon, together, had made her come apart at the seams.
It wasn"t something he would ever forget.
He suspected none of them ever would.
With a final gasp and push, her back arching, she froze. Then her orgasm roared through her, tensing every muscle and tearing a long, keening cry from her throat.
Brandon shuddered as he watched Destiny climax. She was so expressive, so uninhibited. And Patrick, god love him, knew how to play her body like a finely tuned instrument. He had led the three of them like the conductor of the most beautiful orchestra ever t
o grace Brandon"s ears. Or eyes.
It was all he could do not to follow Destiny over the edge. He could barely maintain a grasp on his tattered control. He"d had all kinds of sex in his life, from the almost anonymous to marathon sex with someone he loved. It had never felt like this. This limitless. This intense. This honest.
Destiny"s body went lax, sliding down onto the bed and twisting so she could look up at them, her legs still tangled with theirs. Her eyes were mere slits and her chest heaved, but still she looked like she wanted to eat him alive.
He knew he was staring at her the same way. “Is she always this hot?” he asked Patrick without looking away.
Patrick"s voice was a rough promise, “You"ve only seen the beginning.” His hand wrapped around Brandon"s biceps as they both stared down at her.
Destiny"s smile should have been one of absolute exhaustion, but he could see the need. God, she could barely catch her breath, but she was ready for more. She turned to smile at Patrick as he stretched out beside her, his hand gently stroking her soft belly and along the undersides of her breasts.
“Do you want more, Des?” Patrick asked as he nuzzled her ear. “Do you want Brandon"s beautiful cock filling you?”
Just hearing Patrick say the words sent electricity racing through Brandon"s veins, his skin prickling with anticipation. Destiny"s eyes locked on his. His cock throbbed when she nodded slowly, the vague look in her eyes replaced by sharply focused desire. Stretched out before him, with Patrick"s bigger, thicker body pressed close along her side, they looked like a perfect offering from the Gods.
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What had he done in his life to deserve this? To deserve the friendship and desire of two people he loved so much? He just might be the luckiest bastard on earth.
With a gentle hand on her cheek, Patrick turned Destiny"s face to his and kissed her, long and hard. Brandon watched, momentarily transfixed by the bounty before him.
Then he was moving closer, drawn inexorably toward them.
He ran the tip of his nose up Destiny"s calf, filling his head with her scent, the smell of her musk teasing his senses even from her ankle. He kissed the back of one knee, brushed his cheek along her inner thigh. She shifted, opening her legs to him and he was briefly tempted to go there. To lick and suck and fuck her with his tongue. But it would have to wait. His need was riding him too hard to delay.
Slowly, he crawled up over her, kissing her hip bones, dipping his tongue in her bellybutton, stopping to draw a nipple into his mouth. It puckered instantly against his tongue and he sucked harder, loving the sound of her moans swallowed by Patrick"s busy mouth, the feel of her body as it writhed against his. He released the nub reluctantly, still mindful of his goal, but was distracted again quickly. He"d seen her response to Patrick sucking on her neck, could see the red marks on her fair skin and pulled one into his mouth, no doubt darkening the little spot.
Brandon lifted his face and Patrick left her lips to capture his instead, kissing him deeply.
Destiny obviously loved to watch them kiss. She squirmed against him, bringing her legs up to hug his flanks. Her hips tilted and the head of his cock ran along the folds of her pussy, gathering moisture from her swollen lips. His hips jerked and he dipped deeper, bumping against her clit, his body screaming at him to sink in, to thrust. To sate.
Destiny touched his face and he and Patrick stopped kissing, both turning to look down at her. “Please, Brandon.”
Sweet Jesus. Yes.
He couldn"t look away from her face as he eased forward, her warm heat stretching to take him in. She"d already come, hard, so she was wet and ready, but still her sheath hugged him tight, the inner walls clasping his cock as he pushed further. It felt like heaven. Only better. Hotter, wetter, tighter and so fucking good. He twitched and thrust, eased and bucked, not stopping until he was buried in her to the hilt.
Already he was panting, his balls tight. Dropping his head, he nuzzled one gorgeous breast and told himself to breathe, to hold it together. He was fucking Destiny. His sweet, darling, wonderful, sexy friend. And Patrick was there, watching, running a hand down his shoulder, skimming his warm palm over Brandon"s ribs and along his tightly clenched ass. Brandon"s heart swelled in his chest.
God, he loved them so much already. The intimacy of the moment was off the charts. Enormous.
When he couldn"t stand it any longer, he began to thrust, exalting in the clinging walls of Destiny"s pussy as they held him close, the friction and heat unbearable.
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Patrick"s hand running along his body made him hotter, harder, increasing his speed, plunging and retreating quickly. Destiny"s arms locked around his neck and she moaned her approval.
He adored how she looked at him. How she felt. He glanced at Patrick to find him stroking his own cock, tugging it in time with their thrusts. Patrick"s hungry eyes devoured them, lingering where their bodies were joined, his enjoyment of the sight before him etched into his face.
Brandon almost came undone. He might have, had his still bruised shoulder not begun to ache just enough to pull his focus out of the moment.
Shit. He needed to stop supporting his weight with his arms. Quickly. But, by god, there was no way he was going to stop.
Pulling one of Destiny"s legs higher, he pinned it to her ribs and, for a moment, lost track of his goal and instead relished how his cock sank even deeper in her heat, his pelvic bone digging in against her clit. Destiny"s groan told him she approved.
He was never making fun of her yoga classes again. Ever. Hell, maybe he"d chip in for extra sessions.
His arm trembled. Fuck. Before his shoulder could give out, he pressed his chest tight to Destiny"s and rolled them both, her leg tucked under the unbruised side of his ribs, not stopping until he was on his back and she was lying on top of him.
Destiny looked down into his eyes from inches away, her honey hair a curtain around them, her concern telling him that his gymnastics hadn"t fooled her at all. Before she could voice the questions in her eyes and send them all off track, he ran both hands down her back and clasped them around her ass, grinding her down on his cock. Hard.
His groan mingled with hers, then her hands were planted on his chest, careful to avoid his bruises as she rose above him. Her long body arched to take him deep, her head thrown back so her hair trailed down her ribs, tickling the backs of his hands as he drew them up to her waist. She was a goddess, lifting herself up, almost allowing him to slip from from her clinging sheath, before sinking back down again. He ran his hands up her body to cup her breasts, his thumbs stroking over her beaded nipples. Within three strokes, she was lost to it, her eyes closed as she rode him swiftly.
He stared up at Destiny in wonder. Had there ever been a more beautiful woman?
Had he ever taken more pleasure from a woman? He didn"t think it could possibly get any better, any more intense. Then Patrick"s broad frame rose up, his long legs framing Destiny"s, straddling Brandon"s thighs to bring his chest to press along her back.
Patrick"s blue gaze held his, the corner of his mouth kicking up as he began to move with Destiny.
Oh, god. It could get better.
They both sank down above him and he groaned, his desire almost painful.
Patrick"s cock was trapped between their bodies, rubbing and sliding along the side of his shaft as Destiny rose and fell. Destiny, being a clever, clever girl, was careful not to press down too hard, but still hard enough to slicken Patrick"s cock with her juices.
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Brandon barely held onto his control. Again. His hips kicked and swiveled up and against his lovers, his hands frantic as they ran over breast and chest. Soft belly and firm. There was so much of Patrick and Destiny he wanted to touch. To taste. To have access, to be able to skim his palm from her soft thigh to Patrick"s hard one, coarse with hair and flexing beneath his touch as he rode along with Destiny, was overwhelmi
ng.
Patrick didn"t look to be in much better shape. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark, the skin tight across his face as he moved with Destiny. His big hands stroked her breasts, Brandon"s belly, ran up her thighs to rest on her hips before stealing across Brandon"s chest once more.
Destiny stared at him, her soft brown eyes sightless. Her strokes came faster, her legs working as she took him deep time and again. One of Patrick"s hands stroked down her belly and Brandon watched, fascinated, as Patrick"s finger began a quick and constant flick across her swollen clit. He"d only just begun when he pulled his cock from between them, no doubt sensing what was coming by the mounting tension in Destiny.
Brandon missed the press of Patrick"s heat between their bodies, but it wasn"t enough to stop the climax clawing its way out of his soul. He was so fucking ready. His hands shook as he grasped Destiny"s hips and pumped his cock up into her, frantic for release.
Destiny plunged faster. Harder. Then one last time, thrusting him deep and shouting out her pleasure. Rippling muscles rolled over him while she ground herself down on his cock and he pressed deeper, her spasms milking his shaft fiercely. His balls tightened to his body and he exalted in the telltale tingle at the base of his spine.
Fuck, yes. Finally.
His eyes were rolled back in his head, the shout already passing from his lips, when strong fingers reached between their bodies and clamped down, hard, on the base of his cock while others tugged his balls firmly.
Shit.
His eyes flew to Patrick, his body shuddering as it fought against Patrick"s control, trying to force his release past the barriers Patrick had created. And failing.
Sweet Jesus, Patrick had cock-ringed him.
Patrick"s smile was downright feral as he looked down over Destiny"s shoulder.
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