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

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 tofuck you, you idiot, maybe you should cooperate.

Sucking in a huge breath, he forced himself to relax and let out