Good god, he wanted it. Beyond reason, beyond doubt, there was the incredible need. He could no more ignore it than he could stop the beating of his heart.
Thrusting his cock along Destiny"s belly, he tilted his hips up, running Patrick"s cock along his electrified skin in clear invitation. Patrick didn"t move and Brandon closed his eyes to pray for patience. For control.
His balance marginally restored, he looked down into Destiny"s eyes. She smiled up at him and winked. “Are you sure?”
His nod was jerky, but heck, at least he had control over some parts of his body.
Destiny looked over his shoulder at Patrick. When he didn"t move, didn"t say a word, Brandon pressed his forehead to Destiny"s, frustration whipping at him.
“I wouldn"t want him to do anything that would make him uncomfortable,” he offered, refusing to pressure Patrick, even if he did want to cry and beg for it.
The bed shifted and the departing heat of Patrick"s chest exposed his back to the cool air of the room. Brandon sagged in defeat.
Shit. They"d been so close.
Destiny tried to rub the warmth back into his skin. He kissed her gently, rallying his senses for some equally tremendous pleasure he was certain the three of them could find together.
When the little drawer in the bedside table snapped shut and a tube of lubricant hit the mattress beside his elbow, the kiss ended. Abruptly. He turned to watch Patrick climb back onto the bed and kneel behind him, Destiny"s hands clutching his arms almost painfully. The anticipation was lethal, his need ferocious.
Patrick"s strong arms hauled him up off Destiny and he made a noise he would never admit to, but might have been a whimper. Patrick"s warmth returned, his broad body wrapping around Brandon, Patrick"s knees and thick thighs spreading his so that his ass ground down against that glorious cock as they knelt together.
Brandon"s head spun, his blood surged, plunging south, his erection growing immediately fierce and painfully full. His heart thundered, his entire body throbbing as he pressed back against Patrick, trying to tell him how much he wanted this, but not trusting his voice enough to say the words aloud.
Desperate, he looked down at Destiny. His heart tripped in its wild gallop when he saw the look on her face. She loved them. He knew she did, but seeing it there so plainly written was a triumph and a terror.
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That thought alone might have brought him crashing back to earth, but then she curled her fingers around his shaft and Patrick"s arms coiled gently around his ribs, and he was lost once more in the stratosphere of desire. He wanted to purr when Patrick"s wide palms rubbed over his pecs, abrading his nipples with calloused warmth.
Patrick"s lips brushed his ear, sending tremors skittering across his skin.
“I want to fuck you, but only if you trust me. I"ll understand if you"re not ready for this, for me,” Patrick offered, his voice hoarse. Brandon could feel the air shuddering into Patrick"s lungs, his arms squeezing tighter as he fought for control. “God, I want to fuck you, Cub.”
Cub?
Brandon sucked in a huge breath, his eyes wide. His heart, already tender from one hell of a rollercoaster week, gave a sharp twist. Shit. Destiny"s lips curved into a soft smile of understanding as she blinked back tears. It was marginally reassuring that he wasn"t the only complete fucking sap in this bed.
He"d long believed Kitten might be the sexiest nickname ever. He"d once asked Patrick how he"d come up with it. He could still picture Patrick perfectly as he"d shrugged, a touch of red in his cheeks, and said, “I don"t know, that"s just who she is to me. She"s my Kitten.”
How he"d scolded his traitorous heart not to be jealous. He"d told himself time and again that he was being an idiot and that he would never want a silly little made-up pet name like Destiny"s. And certainly not from Patrick. But now?
He was so screwed. He was completely in love with this stupid, sweet man.
Clearing his throat, afraid he might embarrass himself, he admitted to only a small part of what he was feeling. “I trust you more than anyone.” Patrick"s hands ran down his chest, across his belly, just avoiding the spike begging for his touch. “Good,” he said, and Brandon could hear the smile in his voice. Brandon wanted to kiss him, needed to, but before he could turn, his attention was drawn to Destiny by her hand tugging firmly along his shaft.
Her tears were gone, replaced by a grin that was pure sin. “I"m going to distract you now,” she assured him.
He stroked a finger across and around her navel. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh. Yeah.” And she wasted no time. With quick movements she fisted him, hand over hand, mercilessly drawing down on his cock as it flooded with yet more blood. His head fell back onto Patrick"s shoulder as sensations swamped him, spiraling up from his balls through his body to his fingertips.
Patrick moved away, nibbling on Brandon"s neck as he reached for the lubricant.
Brandon tried to focus on anything but what was about to happen. With quick fingers, he plucked at Destiny"s clit, dragging his fingers through her folds and finding her wet and swollen. He dipped into her channel, thrusting for a few quick strokes then retreating and following the warm glide of her arousal down to the entrance to her ass.
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She squirmed, spread out before him on the bed, her breathy pants making him crazy.
When just the tip of one finger slid in, she whimpered.
“God, Brandon, don"t tease me.”
He laughed. “Now who"s distracted?”
She opened her mouth to protest, he was sure, but before she could admonish him, he tucked his hands under her hips, lifting her and plunging his cock into her pussy, burying himself to the hilt in one long stroke.
Holy. Christ.
She"d been ready, but still her channel clasped him tight, holding him deep.
Patrick"s moan told him he enjoyed watching the two of them together. He pushed Brandon down. Pulling his hands from under Destiny"s ass, he dropped his chest to hers and tucked his knees higher, offering full access to Patrick.
Bent in half over Destiny, her thighs caging his ribs, he could do little more than work his hips in sharp circles, his cock fully sheathed within her, rubbing her in all directions as he ground down on her clit. She writhed back, moaning and thrashing against him through this soul-stirring fuck.
He felt the touch of cool lube only seconds before Patrick thrust his first finger deep into his ass. He welcomed the invasion as never before. It felt great. Too great. If he didn"t get a handle on himself, he was going to go too fast.
He stopped moving, that is, if the panting didn"t count. Destiny smiled up at him.
“Do you remember how I told you he"s really good as this?” Clenching his teeth, he nodded really fast. He did remember and bringing it up wasn"t helping.
A second finger followed the first. Without so much as a preparatory thrust, Patrick began scissoring his fingers, working at the tight muscles of Brandon"s ass, stretching them as fingers spread to the point of burn and let go, again and again. It was obvious from the pleasure radiating from Brandon"s ass to his entire fucking world, that Patrick knew what he was doing. When the stretch was big, bordering on huge, and Brandon was considering that it might be time to slow things down, Patrick backed off without a word, knowing the limits of Brandon"s body.
“His fingers are magic,” Destiny purred, watching him carefully.
“Duly noted,” he gasped.
Her smile widened. His eyes bulged.
Three fingers in. Patrick started thrusting.
Destiny ground up against him and their moans mingled. “God, Brandon, I can only guess what he"s doing. I can remember. I can almost feel it just by thinking about it.”
The three fingers in his ass stretched wide, stealing his breath as he skated along the ragged edge of pain. He felt as open as he"d ever been. As ready as any man had ever been.
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Lube flooded his ass. He felt twitchy, desperate to feel the press of Patrick"s cock.
Desperate to hold him inside his body.
Destiny brushed her hand down his cheek, drawing his attention. “You can"t believe how good it can be.”
Patrick chuckled. “He"ll know how good it can be soon. He"s almost ready,” Patrick promised in a rough voice.
Almost ready? Christ, Patrick made it sound like there was more.
The fourth finger was unprecedented.
What was Patrick trying to do to him? The thought gave him pause. He’s trying to fuck you, you idiot, maybe you should cooperate.
Sucking in a huge breath, he forced himself to relax and let out the air slowly through his nose, his body settling further onto Destiny"s. Every muscle eased and with them, every nerve ending came to life.
He thought he might die of pleasure as those four fingers sank deep once more, bumping over his prostate, sending electric pulses ricocheting through his entire body.
He was close, so damn close, and then those wicked fingers slowly withdrew. Before he could draw his next breath, the thick head of Patrick"s cock pressed to his ass.
“Are you ready for me?” Patrick asked, his hands clenching Brandon"s hips and grinding him down onto Destiny"s clitoris and into her tight sheath.
Destiny gasped, her back arching, her groan a soft vibration to accompany the clench of inner muscles, running like glorious torture along his cock. Christ, Patrick had sent her over the edge to orgasm. Brandon couldn"t begin to take credit. He wasn"t even moving, frozen as Patrick worked him against her, locking him in her clenching channel as she surged against him.
It was all he could do to nod his head and ride it out.
Afraid that Patrick wouldn"t take that as permission enough, he gasped out his plea. “God, yes, Patrick. I"m ready. Fuck me. Please.” Patrick was fucking frantic to shove his cock deep into Brandon. Releasing Brandon"s hips, he watched how his hands shook, his normally coordinated fingers fumbling with the tube of lubricant as he quickly slicked up his shaft. Teeth clenched, he returned his clasp to Brandon"s hips, holding him still as he eased forward, wasting no time in pressing the head past the tight outer ring of muscles.
He froze when Brandon grunted. Fear of hurting his friend, of tainting this incredible moment, locked him in place. He wondered if he should pull out and prepare Brandon some more.
He got his answer when Brandon pushed himself back, forcing at least an inch of Patrick"s rock-hard shaft into his own ass before he stopped to pant. Brandon pressed back again and Patrick snapped out of his euphoric stupor and held Brandon still with the hands on his hips.
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Jesus. Brandon was going to hurt himself.
Brandon, though, was determined and tried to wriggle backward again. Christ. He was so responsive. So needy. Giving in to his lover"s demands, Patrick began to thrust.
Each drive forward was short, a sharp movement designed to ease him, centimeter by centimeter, into all that fucking tight heat. It would take forever to get himself fully seated at this rate and it would be fucking heaven for every second of it.
“God, Patrick, hurry the fuck up,” Brandon groaned, laughing a little. “Literally!” Destiny"s laugh was muffled by Brandon"s mouth as he captured hers for a devouring kiss. He watched how Brandon curled his hands around her shoulders, seeking leverage, an anchor. As soon as he had it, Brandon rocked forward, thrusting down into her and then back onto Patrick.
Holy Jesus. Brandon"s ass was vise-tight, but still he impaled himself, trying to take charge, forcing Patrick deeper.
Patrick wasn"t in the mood to play that way. He hadn"t waited this long to find heaven, just to surrender to it. His Cub would learn quickly he wasn"t just going to fuck his ass. He was going to own it. Just as he did Destiny"s.
Gripping Brandon"s hips until he knew he"d leave bruises, he widened his knees to plant himself firmly on the bed and rocked his hips forward as Brandon shoved back.
Two more inches of his cock disappeared and Brandon arched his back and yelled his name.
Patrick froze, terrified he"d hurt Brandon, but Brandon urged him on. “Don"t stop!
God, do that again.”
So he did. With pleasure.
Never had anyone taken him as quickly and with such abandon. Brandon was wild beneath him, Destiny groaning and writhing in response, her eyes wide as they locked with his. Brandon"s movements became more frantic as he threw himself back. Every inch lost to his tight, hot passage forced a grunt or groan up out of Brandon"s throat, every retreat was accompanied by a gasp. He was making a racket.
Patrick fucking loved it.
He fucking loved them.
With a forcefulness he"d never in his life allowed himself, he rammed himself into Brandon, his friend"s roar of pleasure bouncing off the walls, ending on a sharp grunt when his pelvis smacked sharply against Brandon"s firm ass.
He froze again. Only this time, nothing Brandon could say or do would make him move. Nothing in heaven or hell could stop him from taking this moment to absorb the sensations storming his body. His nervous system was blown wide open. The crisp hair on the back of Brandon"s thighs rubbed against the tops of his, the muscles of Bran"s glutes flexed under his fingers and against his belly. He was transfixed by the ripple of powerful muscles across Brandon"s broad shoulders as he arched his back and groaned, 143
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his hips still kicking as he fucked down into Destiny, the movement brushing their tight sacs together.
He started when Destiny"s slim fingers laced with his on Brandon"s hips, binding Brandon to them both. Blinking, his eyes refocused.
Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph, he thought with a shudder, now he needed to move.
He withdrew. Slowly. Brandon"s hot passage clung to him, refusing to let go. When he couldn"t take it any longer, he threw himself forward and back into all that glorious heat.
“Yes!” Brandon hissed. “Do it again.”
Destiny smiled and laughed and groaned all at once. Her dark eyes and pink cheeks glowed. “Yes, Patrick. For god"s sake, do it again!” Who was he not to listen to his brilliant and beautiful lovers?
He wanted to give them everything they asked. Everything he had. He set a furious pace. It wasn"t just the speed of the thrusts, it was the depth, speed and force with which he fucked them. It was how far he"d withdraw before plunging again. Brandon"s moans were a litany of praise, encouraging Patrick to be more uninhibited than he"d ever been. Destiny"s cries, her hands beneath his guiding Brandon"s hips, further shredded his control.
He could feel the tingles at the base of his spine and ruthlessly ignored them. He wanted to stay like this forever. To fuck Brandon and Destiny forever. He refused to give over to his climax.
Brandon, though, had other ideas. “Now! Fuck, I"m going to come now!” he cried hoarsely, hips bucking, the muscles of his stretched ass clamping tight, locking down around Patrick"s cock.
Shit. Lightning shot from Patrick"s balls, bowing his spine and arching his neck even as it raced down his cock. His cum boiled out of him, pulse after pulse as Brandon pushed back, taking him as deep as he could go, the jerk of his hips dragging him further into bliss.
Destiny"s cry was sweet in his ear, his name beautiful on her lips, as she followed them over the edge.
It was perfect. More than he"d ever hoped for.
His entire body shuddered one last time and his muscles went lax. Christ, he was going to collapse.
Pulling his still mostly erect cock from Brandon"s sweet ass, he fell to the side, feeling both sorry and infinitely satisfied when Brandon moaned at the loss.
The moment he landed on the mattress, he reached out to haul them close. Brandon rolled to him first, capturing his mouth in a soul-sucking kiss that spoke volumes.
Then Destiny was there, her tongue tangled with theirs, her body stretched along his other side.
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Destiny lay in a pile of bodies, her lovers" limbs wrapped around hers, warming her, and felt the sweet lethargy seep away. Brandon was snoring softly, his face buried against Patrick"s chest, glowing with pleasure even in sleep.
Patrick"s eyes were heavy, sinking closed quickly. Soon he would be as dead asleep as Brandon. She couldn"t blame either one of them. Reaching up, she ran her hand down his cheek.
“What is it, Des?”
“I love you.” She didn"t know why she said it, but it was true. She"d always loved him. And Brandon. And in that quiet dark she felt the need to say it.
Patrick smiled, his eyes closed. “I love you, too, Des. You and Bran. Always. You"re it for me,” he said quietly, his voice soft and deep, near sleep.
She stilled, the warm glow slipping a little. “What?” she asked, unsure she"d heard him correctly or that he"d meant it the way it sounded.
Patrick shifted, settling himself deeper into his pillow while pulling her and Brandon closer. “You and Brandon are my life,” he muttered.
She was wide awake now. “You mean like friends, right?”
“I mean like happily ever after,” he mumbled, smiling into the pillow. “Destiny.” Somehow she didn"t think he was saying her name.
For a moment, she was struck dumb. By the time she opened her mouth to utter whatever protest she could muster through her rioting fear, Patrick"s breath had gone deep and even. His face relaxed.
He was asleep. That fucking jerk ruined everything and then fell asleep?
She thought about shaking him awake. About railing against him and his stupidity.
Instead she looked at Brandon curled up next to him and paused.
They were beautiful. Perfect.
She didn"t need to yell. To scream and shout. She needed to leave.
He was talking about love. Romantic love. Real, live, big, scary love. She couldn"t do that. She would never allow herself to be vulnerable like that to anyone. Let alone two people.
Damn him! He knew that. They both did. How could they forget the lessons they"d learned at the hands and knees and lawyers" offices of their lousy fucking parents?
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