Destiny Calls Samantha Wayland (the first e reader .txt) 📖

Patrick slid his hands under the hem of her shirt, his fingers stroking over the thin strap of her thong and up her silky belly to her full breasts. Cupping them, he let his thumbs draw over her tightly beaded nipples, circling and tweaking the hard nubs. It had been so long since he"d been with her. He wanted to see her. Grabbing fistfuls of the thin cotton, he lifted it until he reached the point Brandon"s chest pressed to hers.

Brandon, no doubt as eager to finally see Destiny, sat back, ending their kiss as she raised her arms, unresisting as he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it away.

For a moment, he did nothing more than drink in her beauty. Brandon"s hand wrapped around his arm and he looked at his friend staring at Destiny, his eyes wide, his hand clasping Patrick tightly to anchor himself. Patrick smiled. He understood perfectly that look of wonder.

Returning his gaze to Destiny, Patrick tried to imagine what Bran was thinking.

Seeing. She was beautiful. Round, soft hips that tucked into a small waist beneath a long, strong back and full, pouting breasts. There wasn"t an inch of her skin he hadn"t explored with his eyes, his hands, his mouth. He was drawn to her constantly.

Completely. She was a witch who had long ago bespelled him. At that moment, for the life of him, he couldn"t remember why he"d ever let her go, even for a day.

Brandon groaned, leaning in to nibble along her neck. She tipped her head back and looked into Patrick"s eyes. “He has the most incredible mouth. I could spend hours with just his lips on my skin.”

He smiled, watching how Brandon"s lips curved against her skin as he enjoyed the compliment. “I know. Me, too.”

Brandon"s head came up and their eyes met.

How long would it take for Brandon to stop being surprised that he wanted him, was there with him, needing him, ready to touch and taste? Not that Patrick could blame him, since he was still surprised by it himself. But he was well on his way to getting used to the idea. He wanted Brandon to get used to it too. He thought to start convincing him immediately and captured Brandon"s wicked, talented mouth with his own.

He hadn"t been kidding. He would happily beg Brandon to kiss him for hours.

Would happily kiss him back. He sank deep into Brandon"s mouth, rolling under a wave of arousal.

Destiny"s sharply indrawn breath was released on a moan. “God, watching you two is incredible.” She slid a hand into the elastic at his waist, her fingers warm against his 87

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skin as she slowly drew his shorts down and off. The bed shifted as Destiny moved to Brandon and with Patrick"s help, she removed the rest of his clothing before she hastily disposed of her thong.

Patrick sat back, sorry to leave the wonders of Brandon"s mouth, but wanting to take in the scene before him. His friends were achingly beautiful, their bodies strong and sexy, their faces familiar. Beloved. When he reached out to run the back of his fingers down Destiny"s cheek, his hand shook, his heart filled.

“I"ve missed you, Kitten,” he said, quietly.

She smiled softly. “I"ve missed you too.”

She meant this, their time in bed. And he did too. But he also meant so much more.

He was so focused on her face, her striking whiskey-dark eyes, that he didn"t see her hand snaking out, didn"t know what she intended until her fingers wrapped around him. He sucked in a breath as she tugged along his length.

Her smile turned mischievous. “I"ve missed every single inch of you.” She reached out to wrap her hand around Brandon"s cock, looking at him as he stared back. “And I"m looking forward to getting to know every single inch of you.” Brandon"s response was strangled off when she began to work her fingers up and down his shaft, simultaneously running Patrick"s cock through her other hand. He edged closer and Brandon followed his lead. Patrick dipped his head to nibble on the strong pulse beating beneath her jaw while Brandon pressed close, taking her mouth again.

Patrick slowly worked his way up the long column of Destiny"s neck before sucking her delicate earlobe into his mouth. She moaned, arching her back. He knew all her most sensitive spots and looked forward to sharing them with Brandon, so that together they could make her wild.

Christ, he loved it when Destiny got wild.

Skating his lips along her jaw, he nudged Brandon with his shoulder so he could nibble on the corner of her mouth, loving how their bodies bumped and rubbed as they got closer. Capturing Destiny"s mouth, he growled when his tongue slid along hers before dancing with Brandon"s.

Brandon"s moan echoed through him to clutch at his balls.

The kiss became riotous, a meeting and mating of tongues dancing between their three mouths. He didn"t even know whose tongue and lips he tasted and teased at any moment and it didn"t matter anyway. It worked.

Destiny"s hand cupped his cheek, holding him to her. He drew his hand down over the peak of one breast, rubbing back and forth until she groaned from it, then dropping his hand lower still. His fingers met Brandon"s and tangled, their downward path shared, relentless. Brandon pressed closer, his arm and wrist overlaying Patrick"s, their fingers threaded together as they slid through the soft down covering her mound and into her wet, swollen pussy.

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Destiny"s hips bucked, forcing their fingers further along her slick folds, whimpering as they bumped over her clit and pressed against her entrance. The infinite new possibilities, the sheer number of things Patrick wanted to do to Destiny, with Destiny, because Brandon there beside him, sharing in all of it, was dizzying. Twenty fingers, two tongues, countless ideas. The only issue at that moment was that their big hands meshed together made it hard to do most of