Destiny Calls

by Samantha Wayland

  “Not yet.”

  Brandon"s body actually trembled.

  What next?

  The boys were trying to kill her.

  Destiny couldn"t think of a better way to go.

  As the last spasms rippled, every muscle in her body went limp and she slid down onto Brandon"s chest, catching her weight on her arms at the last moment. His heart 94

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  was hammering against his ribs, his breathing ragged. While she was two earth-shattering orgasms in, somehow Brandon and Patrick had held back. Patrick still knelt behind her, his huge hard-on pressing along the sensitive skin between her cheeks, running his big warm hands up and down her back, soothing and caressing her.

  She"d been sure Brandon was going to come with her. Instead, he was still filling her, his erection rock hard, his chest heaving as he attempted to gather himself.

  She stretched up and kissed him. It was amazing to her that after all these years she could finally be with him, could have him inside her. She"d dreamed of this, fantasized and wondered about it when she was just fifteen years old, and so many times since.

  Not that being with Patrick was ever anything short of spectacular.

  Destiny was very aware of the ache as it bloomed in her chest. It was sweet and scary as all hell. She"d felt shades of it before, only ever for Patrick, and never like this.

  This was about both of them and it was bigger. Too damn big. It freaked her out how good it felt when she forgot to be scared witless. She couldn"t forget for long.

  She tried to end the kiss, to give herself space to think clearly, but Brandon"s hands came up to pull her hair back and hold her to him, teasing her with his magical mouth until her thoroughly sated body began to stir once more.

  Sinking back into the pleasure to be had at his lips, she groaned when he rocked his hips against her, his cock rubbing her ultrasensitive inner walls. Arousal spiraled, lifting her up again.

  God, they really were going to kill her.

  Gasping, she lifted her head and looked down into Brandon"s gorgeous face. His lips were swollen, his cheeks red from the burn of Patrick"s stubble. His electric green eyes glowed. The ache in her chest intensified.

  “You"ve never been more beautiful,” she said, honestly. She smiled a little when he blinked in surprise. He"d never had a real understanding of his appeal. But then again, she wasn"t just talking about his face.

  Patrick planted his hands on the bed on either side of Brandon"s shoulders and pressed his chest and belly along her back, holding his weight off her as he loomed over both of them. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

  “She"s right.” His deep voice sent chills across her skin. Brandon shivered beneath her.

  Turning her head to the side, she pressed her lips to Patrick"s. The kiss quickly turned carnal, his tongue and hips thrusting, his body enveloping her, reminding her that she had two big, lovely, unsatisfied men in the bed with her.

  Her heart rate kicked up a notch. Her body clamored for their warmth, their cocks pressed in and against her. Her body started to climb once more. Brandon"s hips rocked in response to the flood of arousal, his hands pressing her down onto him. Patrick captured her tongue in his mouth, sucking on it before chasing it back through her lips.

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  Each parry of their mouths was mimicked by a twitch of his hips, the velvet head of his cock tickling the base of her spine.

  Brandon lifted himself up onto his elbows and she watched his face closely for any sign that his shoulder was hurting. Then he was there, kissing them both, and she lost the ability to think about anything but the next wave of sensations bombarding her over-taxed nervous system. She pulled back and watched Brandon and Patrick kiss, their tongues moving back and forth, as if fighting for control. For dominance. It was overwhlemingly erotic. They were both so powerful, so confident in life and in bed, it would be interesting to see how they compromised. In the meantime, she was happy to be the one to submit to both of them.

  So very happy.

  The men stopped kissing and Brandon collapsed back onto the bed, his breath rasping as he panted. Patrick turned his bright blue eyes on her. His stark need amazed her. She"d been with him long enough to know when he was in a bad way. He was holding on to his control so tightly and had been for so long that he was desperate from it. His hips moved back from hers, the head of his cock bumping against the tight entrance to her ass.

  He didn"t have to ask out loud. She could see the question right there in his eyes.

  Both of them in her at once. The idea alone nearly sent her over the edge.

  “I want it,” she said, her voice breathy.

  Patrick sucked a deep breath into his chest. “Are you sure? It"s been a while, Kitten.”

  He was always so damned worried about his size. About hurting her. And by god, he was huge, but her body had never been more ready. She pulled him to her. Kissed him again. “Please, Patrick. Please.”

  He lifted himself away from her and the cold air sent a chill down her spine. She tried not to focus on Patrick retrieving the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table, distracting herself instead with nibbling on Brandon"s lips, running her mouth along his jaw, kissing each of his soft blond eyebrows. It wasn"t that the lube scared her, it was that the idea of Patrick stretching into her ass made her feel so hot she got lightheaded.

  Her breath hitched when Patrick"s well-lubed fingers tickled across her skin, teasing and tickling, bumping over the tight entrance to her ass before pressing home. Another chill ran down her spine. The first finger slipped into her easily, her body offering no resistance to what it wanted so badly. She hadn"t had anal sex since she"d last been with Patrick, more than two years ago. She was glad she"d waited, but now she wanted him to hurry up.

  Brandon was still breathing hard beneath her, his arms around her ribs holding her to him so that her ass was tilted up, presented to Patrick and his wicked ministrations.

  Patrick drove a second finger in, plunging deep, and her pussy spasmed, the muscles tightening around Brandon"s cock. Brandon"s eyes went wide. She considered teasing 96

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  him about the stunned look on his face, but then Patrick started scissoring his fingers, thrusting and stretching her at the same time.

  It was her turn to be wide-eyed. Gasping, she scolded herself to relax.

  No sooner had she taken her own good advice that the third finger slid into her.

  The pleasure spun out and she swore every hair on her body stood on end. Her moan was long and loud, forced up through her body by the incredible pressure. So good. So good so good so good.

  Patrick was a wizard. He knew just what she could take and how fast she could take it. She thought she might burst into flames each time he thrust deep and spread his fingers, loosening her muscles, the burn and stretch just on the good side of pain.

  And still she wanted more. She wanted Patrick"s long, thick, gorgeous, enormous cock buried in her ass to the hilt.

  Now.

  Trying to suppress the grunts that Patrick was forcing out of her, she tucked her knees higher, careful of Brandon"s ribs. She arched her back, canting her hips up to Patrick while grinding her clit down on Brandon"s pelvic bone. Patrick increased the pressure still more.

  Brandon"s cock twitched inside of her. “God, I can see on your face how good it feels.” His voice was hoarse.

  “It"s incredible. He"s got…” she paused, gulping air, “he"s got amazing hands.

  And—” She couldn"t stop another moan as Patrick pushed deeper still, stretching his fingers apart and pushing her to her very limits. “And it gets even better.” Brandon, his face taut, his eyes hungry, stared up at her. She tried to smile down at him, but given that she no longer had control over most parts her body, it was probably little more than a grimace. When Patrick abruptly pulled all three fingers from her, she could only close her eyes. A moment later, a cold flood of lube filled her ass.
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  “Just wait, Brandon. Just wait until it"s your turn,” she said, her voice little more than a reverent whisper.

  Brandon shook beneath her and she knew how much he wanted it. She wanted to be there, to watch Brandon"s face the first time Patrick shoved that big cock up his ass.

  She knew how incredible it could be and she wanted that for Brandon.

  She stopped thinking about that, stopped thinking about anything, stopped breathing when Patrick"s hands gripped her hips, held her still, and the smooth head of his cock pressed to her back entrance. She could feel the ring of muscles guarding her ass was ready, stretched and accepting. Even so, there was a moment of resistance. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out fast, releasing the tension that held Patrick"s invasion at bay.

  The head slipped in, locked into her body. Where she wanted it.

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  Aside from the tremendous pleasure, the burning pressure that she loved, the pounding of her heart, there was the peace of knowing she was exactly where she belonged.

  Patrick wasn"t in the mood to linger, thank Christ, since she wasn"t in the mood to dissect what she was feeling. His hips immediately began a series of short, sharp thrusts that sawed his thick shaft further and further into her, stretching her. She gasped in time with Patrick"s movements. Brandon was breathing synchronized to theirs too, his eyes narrowed as Patrick rocked her body on top of his.

  Patrick"s cock got thicker as it neared the base and her ass felt stretched to the limit already. She knew he was barely more than halfway in, knew what was to come. At this rate, she"d lose her mind before he sheathed himself fully.

  She wasn"t in the mood to wait. She wanted all of him. Now.

  Without warning Patrick, she bore down and pushed back against his cock, muscles blooming. On his next plunge, he sank all the way in.

  That was what she wanted.

  Brandon"s eyes snapped open. “Sweet Jesus, I can feel you. God, Patrick, I felt your cock run along mine. Jesus.” He gulped, his gaze swiveling to hers. “He"s making you even tighter. Shit. He"s…he"s…”

  Destiny"s lips quirked as he trailed off, his eyes vague. Brandon was no longer capable of speech, not that she blamed him. She didn"t know what to think, let alone have the ability to articulate it.

  She"d thought this would be fun. An adventure. She hadn"t anticipated it would be this. She could feel both men moving within her, shifting above and beneath as they settled into her. Her body fought to adjust, to accept, the tension singing through her.

  The rush was fierce, a natural high that stole her focus and spun her head. She thought she might like to float like this forever, but she shook her head to clear it instead.

  She didn"t want to miss a minute.

  From one deep breath to the next her muscles relaxed and Patrick"s hips came to rest more firmly against her ass, his weight bearing her down onto Brandon.

  Patrick wrapped himself around her back and buried his face in her hair, his panting breath tickling the sensitive hairs before his teeth clamped down on the nape of her neck. She knew he was trying to find his control. She didn"t know why—she had no intention of letting him retain it.

  Eventually, he released her. “God, Des. You"re always so hot and tight. You can"t believe how beautiful you are. And now…God, I can feel Brandon in your pussy. It"s fucking incredible.”

  She was happy for him. For Brandon too. She really was. But by god, she had other priorities. “Please.” She begged, wriggling her hips. “Please, Patrick. Brandon. Fuck me.

  I need you to fuck me. Now.”

  They didn"t need to be asked twice.

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  Patrick rose, his hands trailing down her back until he was kneeling behind her. For the time it took her to take a deep breath, to prepare and wonder what it was she"d begged for, Patrick held still. Then he began to thrust. Hard.

  Thank god.

  Anchoring her elbows on the mattress, she lifted her chest off Brandon and pulled herself forward, Brandon"s cock running along the tight walls of her vagina, every inch sending a world of pleasure arching through her body. She hadn"t expected that she"d be tighter because of Patrick"s huge presence in her ass. Hadn"t considered what that would mean.

  She whimpered when the ridge of Brandon"s swollen head ran over her G-spot. Yes.

  Just there.

  It took her a couple tries, but eventually she timed her movements to Patrick"s, pulling herself off Brandon as Patrick"s cock slid almost entirely from her ass, dropping herself back so that both cocks plunged into her at the same time, bumping and rubbing through the wall that separated them.

  Both men shouted their pleasure, muttering her name and each other"s, listing the reasons she was perfect.

  She felt perfect. Complete. More alive and joyful than she could ever remember being. This kind of happiness was something only these men could give her.

  She relished it. Relished them, thanking them the only way should could at that moment, working her hips harder. Faster.

  It was incredible. Unspeakably wild, the friction so intense she thought she might catch fire. She"d never in her life been so full. So thoroughly filled up, touching their bodies in so many places, flooded with sensations. She felt vulnerable and strong.

  Powerful and completely out of control. It could have been scary but these were her boys. The men she trusted most in the world. She didn"t have to think. To worry. All she had to do was let go.

  She looked down at Brandon"s beautiful face, his concentration fierce as he strove for the climax he"d put off for too long. His hands gripped her hips hard, his fingers interlaced with Patrick"s. It thrilled her that they were sharing this. Sharing her, as she shared in them.

  When their pace increased, she gave herself over, letting the men anchor her with their hands and bodies so that she could simply ride out the ecstasy. She closed her eyed to absorb every moment, every movement. The flex of Brandon"s biceps beneath her hands, the slap of Patrick"s skin against her ass.

  Her men. Exquisite. There was almost nothing left of her consciousness. Just sweet, hot sensation.

  When she went over the edge, she thought perhaps her dear men had finally succeeded in killed her, as for one glorious moment time stopped.

  One heartbeat. Two.

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  Pleasure exploded out from her center. She screamed, her hips kicking in circles she couldn"t control, her legs giving out so that she slammed down on Brandon"s up-thrust hips and rode him down onto the mattress. She clung to him, his cock jammed into her to the hilt, bumping her cervix as another explosion of pleasure burst from within, this one accompanied not by her scream, but by Brandon"s hoarse shout. Hot cum splashed into her as her pussy rippled over his shaft.

  Glorious.

  Patrick slammed deep into her ass, his groan loud in her ear as he convulsed around her, releasing her hips to wrap his strong arms across her ribs, his body bent over hers as his hips shoved and bumped against her ass again and again, grinding her down onto Brandon. The pulse of his cock in her ass, the heat of his release, coupled with her clit grinding against Brandon and the expression of pure ecstasy on Brandon"s face as he looked up at both of them, sent her over again.

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  Chapter Nine

  Brandon felt like he"d been run over by a Mack truck. His shoulder throbbed, his ribs ached and his thigh was one flex away from the mother of all charley horses.

  He"d never been happier in his life.

  He was face down on the mattress, pinned to the bed by various limbs belonging to his sleeping lovers. Opening one bleary eye, he saw Patrick"s alarm would go off in five minutes. His alarm at home was going off now, which was no doubt why he was awake so early.

  That and the pain.

  Shifting gently, he dislodged Patrick from his back and rolled to his side, encouraging Destiny"s leg off his ass to settle ins
tead between his thighs. It worked out pretty well for him, since it meant she was supporting his sore thigh with her softer one, keeping his cramp at bay and distracting him from the agony shooting down his arm with the feel of her smooth skin against his.

  Shifting again in an attempt to get his shoulder to stop screaming at him was a mistake, sending a path of fire from his neck to his fingertips. He wanted to shout, to thrash around in the bed, do something to channel the agony, but strangled it all down to one small gasp. When Destiny stirred behind him, he gave up the luxury of breathing until she settled once more.

  Not that he wasn"t looking forward to seeing his friends" faces, soft with sleep and the memory of shared passion, but he knew what they"d do if they saw he was in pain.

  He wasn"t in the mood to be coddled and he most certainly wasn"t going to do anything that might make them stop touching him. Vigorously.

  Lying still, he concentrated on his breathing, hoping the pain would mellow. It didn"t work worth a damn, but by the time the alarm went off, he thought he at least looked serene again.

  The moment the loud classic rock station blasted into the room, Patrick opened the one eye that wasn"t smashed into the bed. And smiled. A slow, sleepy, smile that took Brandon"s breath away. He could happily wake up to that look every day for the rest of his life.

  Destiny was slower to come out of her dreams, but her smile was equally satisfied.

  And satisfying.

  As happy as he was to share a morning-after moment with them, he was even happier when they both kissed him gently and tucked him in again. It was the first time this week he was glad to have a day to convalesce in bed. The minute they left the room, he collected exactly enough strength to sit up and pop one of the narcotic ass-101

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  kickers the docs had sent home with him, then curl up under the covers once more. He hated how the drugs fucked with his head, but one now and one at lunch would let him sleep and heal—hopefully enough for whatever might happen that night once Destiny and Patrick returned home.

  He was already looking forward to it.