She lifted her body to his, allowing him to change the angle, go deeper and sit up further to pull back from Patrick. Her hips thrashed harder. He heard her gasp as she pulled off Patrick. “Brandon, please!”
He smiled. Soon they"d all have what they wanted, but first he needed her help.
Grabbing her hand from where it clenched Patrick"s ass, he reached for the lube and doused her index finger to the third knuckle, hoping like hell she"d get the hint. Not only did he not want to tip his hand to Patrick, but he wasn"t sure he had enough of a command over his body to actually speak anyway.
Destiny, bless her adventuresome heart, understood perfectly. She shoved at Patrick"s ass, forcing him higher so that Brandon got his wish and could witness Patrick"s lovely huge cock fucking her mouth. As if that wasn"t enough visual stimulation to overload his system, he stared wide-eyed as she circled the tight knot of Patrick"s anus, then eased her finger into the hot depths beyond.
Patrick threw back his head and bellowed his pleasure.
His balls were drawn up tight to his body. He"d been close before Destiny had shoved her finger in his ass. Now he was right there.
His hips kicked harder and he forced himself to slow down. With absolute trust, Destiny was allowing him to fuck her mouth without a hand to guide or block him. One was now firmly seated in his body and the other wrapped around his thigh.
She sucked harder and he moaned louder. She worked him in time to the rocking of her body, the force of Brandon"s thrusts moving her back and forth beneath him. He wished desperately he had eyes in the back of his head so he could watch Brandon"s cock moving in and out of her.
Of course, if he had eyes in the back of his head, he might have seen what was coming. Instead, he learned of Brandon"s intent when another lube-cooled fingertip tickled along the sensitive entrance to his ass. Instinct made him try to sit up, but Brandon"s other hand held him still while his thick digit worked his way in next to Destiny"s more slender finger.
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“Fuck, yes!” he roared, his mind spinning with the sensations tearing at his body.
There was a moment, a pinch as Brandon went deeper, thrust further, but then there was nothing but pure fucking pleasure.
Both fingers held still, no doubt in an attempt to let him get used to the invasion. A low growl surged up from his chest. Only barely conscious enough to be mindful of Destiny"s teeth and gag reflex, he forced his ass back onto their fingers before surging forward into her mouth once more.
Patrick thought he might be losing his mind. Pain, pleasure, need, love, lust and sex crashed over him. Brandon"s hand on his hip gripped hard enough to leave bruises, but let him know how hard and fast Brandon was fucking Destiny. As hard and fast as he was fucking her mouth, as both his lovers were fucking his ass with their fingers.
He forced his orgasm back, ruthlessly ignoring the lightning storm brewing in his balls. Sweat broke out across his body when his lovers" fingers began to move, separating, stretching him to the razor-thin edge of pain, then plunging and retreating in tandem once more. His hands fisted, tightening to the point of pain to give him focus.
He wanted to feel it. To remember it.
Brandon loved him. Destiny did, too, though she wasn"t ready to admit what it meant. And goddamn it, he loved them both so much it made his heart hurt.
He might have told them both so if at that moment Brandon hadn"t stretched him wide, making him teeter on the brink of pain before letting go. Only, instead of simple retreat, he thrust another finger into Patrick, leaving him stretched. Open.
His back arched, his hips jerking to a rhythm he couldn"t control. The fire that had been fighting for release rose up, on the cusp of explosion when Destiny turned her finger and rubbed, long and hard along his prostate.
Patrick threw his head back and howled. Never in his life had he made a noise like that in bed or out, but it was only sane response to the ecstasy engulfing his entire being. Hot surges roared from his cock to be caught in Destiny"s soft mouth, his ass clenching tight around the banquet of texture and feelings he"d only just discovered.
Destiny turned her head, inhaling a deep breath as the last of his release painted her face, then she too fell, arching beneath him and shouting his and Brandon"s names.
And finally Brandon. His fingers digging into Patrick"s hip, his mouth open in gasping relief against the small of Patrick"s back as his entire body shook with the spasms consuming him.
For a moment, no one moved except to drag air into their lungs, letting the echoing reminders of their shared ecstasy linger in the air around them. Then as one, they collapsed.
Replete.
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Chapter Sixteen
Hypervigilance was exhausting.
Of course, Patrick mused as he wandered the aisle of the grocery store trying to remember what the hell he was supposed to buy, a long night of mind-boggling sex probably didn"t help either. But boy, it was worth it.
Wow, he couldn"t wait to get home to his lovers.
It had been a long day spent worrying about Destiny. And Brandon, whenever he was out of sight. He"d had to force himself not to follow Bran into the men"s room, for Christ"s sake.
He wouldn"t have been able to relax at all if he didn"t believe Destiny would be safe tucked into her fancy high-rise at work. They"d put her company and building security on alert, much to her horror, and it had been
