Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📗

available to two healthy, flexible bodies. Then he thought of all the variations available to three and a bolt of pure excitement stroked down his spine and up his cock, still clenched in Brandon"s warm, wicked fingers.

Fuck, he couldn"t wait for Destiny to get home.

Brandon dipped his head, pulling one of Patrick"s nipples into his hot mouth.

Okay, he really could not wait for Destiny to get home. His balls were already tight to his body, his cock achingly full. But more than that, he needed to touch Brandon. To begin to learn all there was to know about this man.

Climbing up onto the bed, he forced Brandon to crawl back until they were in the middle of the king-sized mattress. Once he got that far, though, he wasn"t sure where to go next. It wasn"t just his lack of experience, though that didn"t help. It was that his control was frayed enough that he worried he"d hurt one of Brandon"s injuries.

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Brandon, on the other hand, didn"t hesitate. He pushed Patrick back until he was on his ass, his legs sprawled with Brandon kneeling between them.

The hunger in Brandon"s eyes was mesmerizing. When Brandon lifted one brow, Patrick jerked his head up and down in some semblance of a nod, hoping like hell he understood what Brandon was asking. His muscles clenched, begging for Brandon to touch him. Taste him. Do anything to him.

Brandon slowly wrapping one hand around the base of Patrick"s shaft before bringing his face within inches of it. Patrick held himself perfectly still as Brandon hovered there, his breath brushing across the sensitive head, drawing out the culmination of what was becoming painful anticipation. Patrick"s thighs began to shake, quaking with excitement.

A plea locked in his throat, he forced down the urge to thrust his hips up, to push his cock past Brandon"s waiting lips and down his throat. He wanted this. He wanted Brandon"s lips on every inch of his skin, starting with the inches clasped in his fingers.

Patrick could already imagine the moist heat enveloping his shaft.

The reality was better than anything he might have dreamed.

Without so much as a preparatory lick, Brandon dropped his head and took Patrick deep. Patrick shouted out his pleasure, his head falling back, his eyes squeezed shut as Brandon attempted to suck out his soul.

Not that he cared. Brandon could have it.

The hand clamped around the base of his cock prevented his bucking hips from forcing himself further than Brandon could take. Which wasn"t saying much, since, god help him, Brandon could take him a hell of a lot further than he"d ever been.

It was incredible. Mind-blowing.

Brandon set a swift pace, pulling back with a tremendous upward suck that brought Patrick"s ass off the bed in an attempt to follow. How could he not? No one in their right mind would willingly give up so much pleasure.

Then Brandon was swooping down on him, taking in more each time. Patrick was reduced to panting, his breath rasping in his lungs, his heart pounding in his chest, his hips jerking in response to the sensations whipping at his body, along his cock. He lifted his head, his gaze riveted on Brandon"s stretched lips.

“My god, you"re beautiful,” Patrick groaned.

Brandon blinked, almost smiling, but never letting up. His cheeks hollowed with each suck, his tongue running along the underside of Patrick"s shaft with each plunge.

Patrick couldn"t stop writhing beneath the onslaught of Brandon"s loving, his need to tell his friend what this meant, how he felt, coming out in a litany of moans and mutters. He praised Bran"s skill, his talented fucking mouth, he urged him on and begged him not to stop.

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Running his hand over Brandon"s jaw, along his cheek and through his hair, Patrick fought an overpowering need to seize the curls and hold Brandon"s head steady while he fucked those ridiculously clever lips.

Then he was deeper still, the crown of his cock bumping against the back of Brandon"s throat before the muscles clamped around him with a swallow.

“Oh fuck. Oh my god. Brandon!” he shouted, wishing he could find better words, desperate to make Brandon understand how good it felt.

Patrick tried to hold on, tried to make this last for as long as possible, but was soon on the verge, his climax roaring up on him. Brandon was relentless, completely focused on continuing this exquisite torture. Patrick"s balls pulled tight to his body, his back arching with the coming explosion. The physical sensations were huge, but the fact that it was Brandon was what really rocked him.

Perhaps sensing him teetering on the edge, Brandon stopped his driving thrusts, his lips firmly circling the ridge crowning Patrick"s cock, his hand cupping Patrick"s balls and tugging down. The gentle traction forced a groan from deep in his chest, the sound strangling in his throat when Brandon"s tongue danced around the soft head, tickling the sensitive divot underneath, tracing the slit and gathering the moisture oozing from his aching shaft.

Fuck. There weren"t words currently in the English language that could describe what Brandon could do with his mouth. His tongue.

Patrick could see the red spots on Brandon"s cheeks, felt Brandon"s breath gusting over his cock, and knew he was battling back his own needs to see to Patrick"s. It wasn"t at all what Patrick wanted. He wanted to touch Brandon. To attempt to give Brandon one tenth of the pleasure he was currently drowning in.

Patrick didn"t want it to be all about him. He wanted it to be about them.

Clinging to what little control he had left to him, he grasped Brandon"s wide shoulders, marveling again at the strength beneath his fingers, before running his hands down Brandon"s broad, muscled back. He tried to reach Bran"s cock, but even with his height, his arms weren"t long enough.

Brandon looked up, letting Patrick"s cock slip from his lips with a pop.

“Jesus, Bran. That was… I"ve never felt anything like that.” Brandon"s smile was smug, one brow lifting. “Good.” Jesus. He