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

wanted to laugh. Wanted to shove his cock back into Brandon"s incredible mouth. But he also wanted to touch and taste for himself. He couldn"t believe he"d been so blind. He"d wasted years, decades, when he could have been with Brandon.

Determined not to waste another second, he forced Brandon to sit up until he could wrap his hand around Brandon"s cock. It was warm, hard, unfamiliar, but not strange.

There was a slight curve to the shaft and the veins stood out in greater profile than his own, the head more purple than red.

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Having had similar equipment his entire life, he hadn"t thought it would be so fascinating. He ran his fingertips up the shaft, his thumb finding the hollow beneath and settling there, rubbing back and forth.

Brandon"s head rolled back on his shoulders, his eyes closed as the air left his lungs in a long hiss. “God. I"ve waited so long,” Brandon groaned as Patrick smoothed his hand along Brandon"s shaft once more.

The admission surprised and pleased Patrick, even as it brought home the fact that he was a complete fucking idiot. “I„m sorry. I didn"t know.” Brandon"s head came up, their eyes locking.

He thought Brandon might have just realized what he"d admitted. He didn"t want Brandon to regret his honesty. “Thank you,” Patrick said, genuinely grateful in more ways than he could express.

“For what?” Brandon asked.

“For being patient. For waiting,” Patrick said, methodically rubbing the divot beneath Brandon"s shining crown once more while he considered how much to say.

“For not walking away two weeks ago when I lost my fucking mind. I"m sorry about that, Bran. I"m sorry it took me so long to figure all this out.” Brandon continued staring at him, wide-eyed and silent, and Patrick couldn"t look away from the dilated pupils and vibrant green irises burning with a hunger matching his own. He watched, captivated, as those eyes narrowed in response to his hand working the length of Brandon"s cock again then gathering the moisture beaded in the slit to ease the friction for the next long stroke.

There was more he wanted to tell Brandon. More emotions bottled up in his chest that were pushing their way to the surface. Their momentum seemed to grow with every kiss. Each touch.

As a rule, Patrick let himself say what he was thinking, no matter what, but this time he had the sense to hold his tongue. Not only because whatever came out might scare Brandon away, but because some of it scared the shit out of him too.

In spite of his inner turmoil he kept his movements languid, trying to regain his focus while enjoying the reactions to his touch as they played across Brandon"s face. His jaw tightened, his cheek clenching as he stared down at what Patrick was doing.

Patrick smiled. Time to move on.

Increasing the pace, he worked at Brandon until his mouth fell open, his panting breathing audible over the pulse pounding in Patrick"s ears. He went faster still, observing every nuance of Brandon"s face as he grew ever closer to his climax. Patrick"s other hand came up to cup Brandon"s balls, rolling them over his fingers.

Brandon was close. Patrick wanted to see it, maybe even to taste it. He looked down at Brandon"s cock in his hand in consideration.

Brandon grabbed his wrists, bringing his plan to a halt. “I won"t last long,” he gasped.

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“So don"t,” Patrick urged, trying to return to what he was doing.

“No. I want to wait.” Brandon eased him away from his cock with a firm hand.

Wait for what?

He watched Brandon collect himself for a few moments, then crawl to the edge of the bed and yank open the little drawer in his bedside table. He pulled out the tube of lubricant and Patrick"s belly knotted.

Suddenly he felt as nervous as a virgin. Shit, in this case he was a virgin.

“You been snooping in my stuff?” he asked, doing a lousy job of hiding his nerves with not-so-witty banter.

“Yep,” Brandon replied without a trace of remorse as he crawled back over the bed, grabbing pillows en route and stuffing them between Patrick"s back and the sleigh bed"s curved footboard.

Patrick didn"t move, his heart pounding as Brandon sat facing him, stretching out his legs so that they slid over his, Brandon"s calves against his hips. Brandon dropped the lube on the bed beside them while Patrick was desperately telling himself to be calm, not to be nervous. He had no fucking idea what Brandon had in mind. Anxiety and anticipation made a heady brew.

He could hardly breathe as Brandon slid his ass forward, his knees coming up to cage Patrick"s ribs. Brandon"s cock brushed against his but he moved closer still, his legs spreading wide, his body exposed. Brandon didn"t stop until the smooth skin of his balls brushed and pressed against Patrick"s sac.

Sweet Jesus. The moment Brandon settled, Patrick reached for their cocks.

It was hard to maneuver with their bodies so close, but goddamn, he was willing to try. Brandon stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, pushing him to lean back into the pillows. With his body tilted away, their bodies pressed together more firmly. It was shockingly intimate. And arousing.

Best of all, now there was room to maneuver and none of Brandon"s injuries were caught up in the mix. Clever.

He reached again for Brandon"s shaft and brought it into complete contact with his, from balls to tip, then wrapped his hands around both of them, creating a tunnel with his fingers. Every trip up their cocks sent tremors through his body, every trip down pulled his balls tighter. His head fell back, his chest heaving for breath as he watched his hands and Brandon"s face through heavy-lidded eyes. Moving his hands faster, he brought his thumbs up and over the soft crowns, gathering the oozing pre-cum from both heads for lubrication and adding another zing to the sensations storming him.

Brandon planted his hands on the bed, his mouth open, and