Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland (best books to read for knowledge .txt) 📕

throat as Patrick paused to look at him, a small smile on his face, then Patrick opened his lips and took Brandon"s cock between them.

The smile alone almost brought him to orgasm. The rest was just heaven.

Every muscle in his body locked tight, he tried to give Patrick all the time and space he needed, but Patrick very quickly took to the task at hand. Brandon thanked god and anyone else who could hear his silent exaltation that Patrick was such a fast fucking learner.

Patrick"s tongue went from tentatively tracing his shaft to fervently laving the underside of his cock, his cheeks hollowing out as he successfully sucked the air right 122

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from Brandon"s lungs. He was sure he was going to fall off the damn stool as Patrick"s head bobbed and he took him deep, holding him there for a moment before rushing to the end and tickling the tip with his clever tongue again and again.

Lord, Patrick was a natural at this.

Destiny appeared fascinated even as she gripped the back of the chair and her hips bucked with increasing abandon. He looked away from the sight of Patrick sucking his cock, surely one of the most erotic things he"d ever dreamed of seeing, and looked instead to where Patrick"s thick stalk disappeared into Destiny"s body. Patrick"s shaft shone with her arousal, her moans telling Brandon she was close to reaching her climax.

He wasn"t far behind.

Patrick, though, was the first to go. His eyes squeezed shut, he released a desperate breath through his nose, then sucked Brandon deep and threw his hips up against Destiny. Shouting, she arched her back and rode Patrick back down onto the chair, her ass slapping against his thighs as she landed and came apart in his arms, grinding herself down on his pelvic bone. Brandon imagined what it would feel like to have Patrick"s enormous shaft buried in him as his ass muscles spasmed around it. That, coupled with the ferocious suction of Patrick"s hot mouth was Brandon"s undoing.

Rocking to his toes once more, he tried to hold back, to restrain himself from shoving his cock all the way down Patrick"s throat, but Patrick wasn"t cooperating. He gripped Brandon"s ass and forced him forward, his sensitive head brushing Patrick"s soft palate before the muscles in his throat clamped down around him.

Good Christ Almighty, Patrick was deep-throating him. His free hand fisted in Patrick"s hair, his body bucking, his legs trembling as Patrick sucked a spine-bowing orgasm right up out of his very soul. He shouted Patrick"s name as his body shuddered, racked with pleasure. Patrick swallowed every drop Brandon had to offer as pulse after pulse of cum roared from his body.

Brandon stayed like that for a long while, only releasing his grip on Patrick"s head when Patrick drew back and bestowed a soft kiss on the crown of Brandon"s cock.

Patrick lingered there, his eyes still closed, while he hugged Destiny to his heaving chest.

Then he smiled with pure, smug happiness.

Destiny lay across Patrick"s chest, panting as if she"d run a marathon, and tried to recover her scrambled brains. Sex with Patrick was always hot. Watching Patrick suck Brandon off had very nearly blown her mind.

Wow.

Finding enough energy to lift her head, she pressed her mouth to Patrick"s, her body clenching as she tasted Brandon"s essence on his tongue.

Tearing her mouth from his with a gasp, she pulled Brandon down and thrust her tongue between his lips, forcing him to stumble off the damn step stool, of all things.

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She hummed with pleasure when he righted himself, cupping her face and returning her attentions.

By the time the kiss ended, her body was stirring, coming back to life. She could also feel the bone-deep exhaustion of a short night"s sleep followed by a long, stressful day dragging at her. Unsure which of her body"s demands to follow, her decision was made for her when she saw Brandon"s face crease with concern, his eyes darting to the front of his house.

She could practically see him picturing Patrick"s truck in his driveway.

Standing, she whimpered as Patrick"s shaft slipped from her body. Brandon"s concerned gaze returned to her and she took willing advantage.

“I need a shower. Come on.” She grabbed Brandon"s hand and pulled him with her, smiling over her shoulder as Patrick rose to follow. She tried to yank her skirt back down over her bare bottom and garter belt, but the effort was futile. Instead, she shed her blouse and bra on the stairs, making Brandon laugh as Patrick followed, plucking up the pieces before Farley could get to them.

There were two showers in Brandon"s house but she didn"t hesitate before going to his room and into the master bath. She saw Patrick close the bedroom door behind them and knew he had no intention of leaving this room tonight either.

Reassured that Patrick would keep Brandon from another heroic attempt at saving them all, she slipped into the shower. It was a tiny corner stall with close glass walls.

She wished it was big enough to invite the boys to join her, but she wasn"t sure Patrick would fit in it all by himself, let alone with company.

She washed up quickly, cursing men and their total lack of respect for conditioner, even while being grateful that it meant her time away from the boys was that much shorter.

She knew Brandon. She knew he was thinking too hard. It was only a matter of time before he decided they had to go. She wanted to be settled in for the night, or at least settled into another bout of…distraction…before the conviction took hold.

She barely dried herself before returning to the bedroom, stark naked and refreshed. Patrick smiled at her as she strolled to the bed and climbed in, pulling the soft duvet up to her ribs and propping herself against the headboard.

Brandon stood mute, his indecision plain. Patrick went to him, winking at her from beyond Brandon"s shoulder then more or less shoving