Visions of Destiny (Complete Series) Page 18

  Then, reaching around Lisa, Leo tugged the hem of her dress until it was bunched up around her hips. Lisa had an extensive collection of sexy underwear, lacy things that Brett loved to touch, loved to guide down her legs with his fingertips or his teeth even more, but it was always a delightful surprise to discover that she was bare beneath her dress. Her folds were already wet when she adjusted herself and brushed against the root of his cock. Brett moaned softly, then again when Leo’s hand returned between them, giving Brett’s cock another quick, teasing tug before Leo’s fingers slipped against Lisa’s opening.

  “Mmm, nice,” Leo murmured. When he pulled his hand away, his fingers were shiny and slick with her wetness. He brought his hand to his lips and made a show of licking his fingers clean.

  Brett’s cock twitched, and his mouth watered at the sight, but before he could ask for a taste, Leo reached between them once more. He stroked Brett’s cock, slicking it with his saliva and Lisa’s wetness, then held it steady while his other hand guided Lisa’s hips up, then down onto Brett’s cock. When Lisa and Brett both shuddered and hummed at the feeling of being together again, Leo moaned right along with them.

  More than ever, Brett was very glad that Leo had insisted, all those years earlier, that they get a comfortable couch; he was glad that every time the cushions started to become less than welcoming, Leo pointed it out until something was done to solve the problem. He was glad for the comfort, but at the same time he couldn’t move much as he sank into those excessively plush cushions. Lisa was the one doing all the work, hands tight on his shoulders as she raised herself to her knees and plunged back down, fucking herself on his cock. All Brett needed to do was turn his head, and he could have seen the ring, shining on her finger. He never looked away from her eyes.

  His hands remained on her hips at first, reinforcing her rhythm, but it wasn’t long before Leo’s voice rose again, low and gravelly, like sin turned into sound. He was sitting close enough to Brett that their shoulders were pressed together, but even so he leaned in closer to say, “Bet you want to look at her. Touch her, too. She’s so beautiful, our Lisa. Skin like silk and curves so soft…”

  The next time Lisa lowered herself, she all but slammed her hips down, drawing twin moans from her mouth and Brett’s. Leo laughed quietly.

  “See?” he said. “She wants it, too. Aren’t you going to undress her yet?”

  Grabbing the edge of her dress with fumbling hands, Brett tugged it up, peeling the tight fabric off her until she let go of his shoulders and helped him pull the dress completely off. Freed from the snug fabric that had cradled them, her breasts started bouncing lightly when she resumed her steady pace, and Brett immediately cupped the lovely mounds, each of them fitting perfectly into his hands as though they had been made for him.

  “Don’t you want to suck on her tits?” Leo whispered into Brett’s ear, his lips brushing the lobe in a sensual caress. “She always makes such pretty noises when we do.”

  Brett’s mouth was already watering. “Yeah,” he breathed, turning to briefly kiss Leo. “Let’s do that.”

  His hands sliding to her back, Brett drew Lisa closer to him, closer to Leo, too, and they each laid their mouths on one of her nipples. Lisa’s rhythm faltered, although she never stopped, and moans started rising from her throat as they kissed, licked, and sucked on her breasts. Sometimes, Brett could tell that it was his mouth, his tongue that made her writhe tighter against him, that caused those quiet, mewling sounds to escape her lips and curl around his balls like a gentle hand. But at other times, he was sure that it was Leo’s touch that made her buck against him, and the thought that Leo was touching her, too, made Brett’s hips jerk up uncontrollably to meet hers each and every time.

  Breaking free to let out a gasp at a harder push of her hips, Brett rested his head against the back of the sofa and watched them for a few seconds. Leo was still sucking on her right breast, held in place by her hand. Her fingers were clenched on his hair as she pushed him closer.

  A breath fell from her lips, and the sound just might have been a quiet, “Please.” The angle of Leo’s head shifted against her, and at once Lisa closed her eyes, throwing her head back as she moaned aloud.

  “You’re beautiful,” Brett murmured, and although he was watching Lisa, he meant it for them both.

  Leo pulled away from her breast, and Brett immediately noticed the two red marks on her pale skin, on either side of her areola. A shiver ran through him as he realized Leo had bitten her, and on Lisa’s next slide down, his hips jerked forward again, accentuating her movement. Lisa’s head fell forward. She pressed her lips to Brett’s for a quick kiss, then sought Leo’s. When they separated, they looked at each other. Neither of them said a word, but something must have passed between them, because Leo scrambled off the sofa, tore his t-shirt over his head and dropped his pants.

  Knowing what was coming, Brett shifted on the sofa, turning sideways and letting himself slide down until he was lying flat on the cushions with Lisa kneeling on top of him. Leo climbed on behind her, and his hand joined Brett’s on her back. Brett drew Lisa down to him, his gesture accompanied by Leo’s stroking hand, until she was lying on top of Brett, her chest tight against his, still now except for the trembling of her body.

  She framed Brett’s face with her hands and covered his lips with hers. When she moaned into his mouth, he knew exactly why. He could feel Leo’s fingers sliding inside her. Leo caressed Brett’s cock and, at the same time, stretched Lisa a little more to accommodate his cock too, teasing each of them in turn and drawing the same breathless moans from their mouths, moans that they each kissed off the other’s lips.

  Leo’s preparations seemed to last forever, and in the end Brett couldn’t have said if those clever fingers were offering torture or caresses. He wanted to move inside Lisa, find the friction his cock craved, but every time he tried to thrust up, Leo would distract him by massaging his cock with no more than his fingertips, a promise of more yet to come. And every time Lisa started to move against him, she soon stilled again with another moan, so that Brett had no doubt that Leo knew just how to gentle her as well.

  At long last, Leo moved closer behind Lisa, and it wasn’t only his fingers pressing against Brett’s dick inside her. Leo started pushing his cock deeper inside, and Brett only realized he was holding his breath when Lisa moaned into his mouth. To him, the sensation was exquisite, Leo’s hardness sliding alongside his own, both held tight together by the soft, yielding walls of Lisa’s body, as though she had cradled them in her hands. The part of his brain that wasn’t completely consumed by pleasure and lust wondered what it felt like to her; he had asked her once, afterwards, and while all she had said was, “Good,” her wide grin had added volumes to that succinct description.

  Leo moved very slowly at first, pushing inside Lisa half an inch at a time to give her body time to adjust. They didn’t do this very often, but every time they did, Brett could only marvel at how much closer he felt to them both, Lisa’s slick walls encompassing him, Leo’s hard dick pressing tight against his and setting every one of his nerves on fire.

  Cupping Lisa’s face into his hands, Brett watched her closely as Leo continued to press inside, kissing her cheeks or lips every time the shadow of discomfort crossed her features.

  By the time Leo let out a deep, shuddering gasp, the clear sign that he was all the way in, Lisa was shaking between him and Brett, shallow little gasps escaping her lips every so often. Brett brushed the hair out of her face and started asking if she was all right, but before he could finish she interrupted him, her eyes wild and her voice like a croak.

  “If one of you doesn’t start moving now, I swear I’ll—”

  She never finished her threat. Right then, Leo pulled back, his cock sliding against Brett’s, then pushed back in. The three of them moaned together. As infrequently as they did this, the rhythm always came back to them at once. They s
tarted rocking against each other, small movements that complemented and accentuated each other, like a dance in which each step was closely coordinated, each beat bringing them all to the grand finale.

  Brett’s hands moved over Lisa’s back with a mind of their own, caressing skin as delicate and as fine as flower petals. When she raised herself, hands flat on his chest, he moaned at the change of angle and let his fingers trail over her arms, then back up to her breasts.

  “I love you,” Brett murmured when she looked straight at him, and was relieved when she answered with a small smile, soon followed by a moan just as quiet when Leo picked up his rhythm.

  Brett clutched her hips, forcing Lisa to become still. Leo’s hands covered Brett’s and their fingers entwined, holding Lisa tight between them as Leo’s rhythm increased yet again. Every push of his cock inside her was the most intimate caress against Brett’s dick; every slide back, and it was just Lisa’s flesh around him, slick and smooth.

  Catching Leo’s gaze over Lisa’s shoulder, Brett said the words again, hoping that Leo understood he meant it for both of them. Leo grinned, mouthed the words back, and twisted his hips on the next thrust, drawing gasps from both Lisa and Brett.

  Lisa’s eyes were tightly shut now, her mouth open on a near-continuous moan that slid against Brett’s skin—against his mind and heart—like a loving caress. He kept his eyes on her, on her chest, heaving with those shallow breaths she didn’t need, watched her press back against Leo behind her, her head tilted to one side in clear invitation. Leo pushed inside her one last time at the same time as he bit her, his eyes never leaving Brett.

  Brett couldn’t have said which of his two lovers came first: Lisa cried out, her body contracting around both their cocks, at the same moment as Leo’s dick jerked against Brett’s, spurts of come cool against it. It didn’t matter who was first, which of them set off his own orgasm. The only thing that mattered was that the three of them were there, together, sharing this, and even when their bodies separated, when they fell forward and blanketed Brett, he held them close and cherished the moment.

  Lisa’s lips brushed against Brett’s earlobe, in a caress or kiss, he first thought, but then he heard her whispered words.

  “Maybe… maybe some day I’ll manage to say it, too.”

  She spoke so quietly, for a moment he wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. As the words replayed through his mind, though, he realized what she was saying—and what she was trying to say. He kissed her temple, breathing out into her hair, “It doesn’t matter. I know you do.”

  And he did. He really did. He always had.

  * * * *

  After what Brett had confessed to her, Daisy was more anxious than ever to see him pull out of the vision. She hoped he was seeing what he needed to see to believe in his own happy ending. And if she didn’t close the window completely, leaving a wide enough gap that she would hear anything he said when he ‘woke up,’ it wasn’t exactly by accident.

  It seemed like the longest vision yet, but Daisy remained behind the window the entire time. The voices of her friends in the other room had quieted down, and they were talking softly. She let the words wash over her without trying to understand what they were saying. For now, all she wanted was for Brett to find happiness.

  When he finally took a deep breath, like breaking through the surface of the water after a long dive, Daisy breathed right along with him, her hand already tugging the window open wider.

  Looking up at Woods, Brett observed him for a few seconds, then cleared his throat. There were two bright spots of color high on his cheeks. “You saw it all, didn’t you?”

  Of all her friends who had gone through this so far, Brett was the first one who had asked Woods if he had shared their vision. Daisy wondered what he had experienced that could make him blush about what Woods had seen.

  “I did,” Woods said, his voice flat and expressionless.

  “Even the more… intimate parts?” Brett insisted.

  Woods shrugged. “Sorry. That’s the way it works.”

  Brett’s hand clenched on the arm of his chair, and his voice rose a little higher in pitch and volume. “You didn’t tell us you’d see everything we did!”

  “Would it have changed your mind if I had?”

  For a moment, Daisy couldn’t understand why Woods was so detached, why he was answering almost as though he were bored by the conversation. And then she realized: he had done this before. Out of the hundreds of people he had given visions to, surely Brett wasn’t the first one to realize that Woods had shared his vision of the future. He must have been asked the same question before, which meant that his answers weren’t new either.

  A few seconds passed. The harsh, angry lines of Brett’s face softened again, fading along with his anger, until he finally asked, more quietly now, “Will it really happen?”

  “As far as I know,” Woods replied, still calm and cool.

  “But I don’t even like men!” Brett blurted out, leaning forward in his chair as though by being closer to Woods, Brett could convince him of the truth of his words.

  Woods’ smile was kind rather than amused. “Well, I wasn’t in your head, but it seemed to me that you liked him a lot. You did more than like him, I think.”

  Daisy blinked very slowly, then frowned. Were they talking about Mike? She had been certain Mike had just been teasing him, but now she wasn’t so sure anymore.

  “I did, didn’t I?” Brett said very quietly, a bit of awe and wonder coloring his words. He shook his head, his eyes widening a bit in incredulity. “Damn. And I loved her just as much.”

  Her? Daisy was more confused now—and more than a little guilty about her eavesdropping, but she couldn’t make herself close the window again.

  Brett moved away from Woods, coming to stand by the banister and clutching it with both hands. “And they were both vamps, for crying out loud!” he said very loudly, as though addressing the ocean at his feet. “How in hell could I possibly fall in love with two vampires?”

  “Brett?” Woods said cautiously “Are you sure you want to discuss this with me?”

  “Who else is there?” Brett turned back toward the house and gestured at the window. “If I told any of them they’d think—” His eyes widened when they met Daisy’s. His mouth fell open, and he lowered his arm. “You were there,” he said, quieter now, his voice shaking a little.

  Stepping onto the balcony, Daisy drew the door closed behind her and leaned back against the glass. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, and meant it. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just worried about you.”

  Brett shook his head. His eyes seemed a little unfocused, as though he had been contemplating something that wasn’t really there. “No, I mean… In my future. My vision. Whatever this was. You were there. When I bought the rings, you—”

  “Brett?” Woods cut in warningly. “Remember, the more you talk about it, the faster you’ll forget.”

  Looking at him, Brett raked his fingers through his hair in a furious gesture. “Maybe I do want to forget,” he said almost mutinously. “Maybe it’d be better if I did, so I don’t freak the hell out.”

  His burst of laughter took Daisy by surprise, and she stared at him, at the same time curious and a little worried. She had never heard Brett sound so maniacal. So lost, too.

  “Damn,” he stopped laughing as abruptly as he had started. “Damn. Vampires. Two of them.” Shaking his head, he turned an incredulous look toward Daisy. “Can you believe that?”

  She didn’t quite know how to answer. She gave him a hesitant smile, and a just-as-tentative, “You never do things halfway.”

  Brett blinked very fast and lunged forward, catching Daisy’s shoulders in both his hands and holding just a little too tightly. “You… you said that!” he said very fast. “In the vision, I mean. You said…” Letting go of her, he pressed his fingers to his te
mples and shut his eyes tightly as though to concentrate. “It’s fading. But you were there.” He opened his eyes again and looked at her—at her stomach. “You were pregnant and—”

  A jolt of fear and excitement coursed through Daisy. It was her turn to clutch at Brett’s shoulders. “Don’t tell me!” she asked, practically begging. “Please. I don’t want to know.”

  Looking vaguely apologetic, Brett touched her hand gently, comfortingly, until she let go. “I’m sorry. I just…” He chuckled, but it sounded forced. “This is just so… strange. It’s like I’ve been shown this person, and I know he’s me, but at the same time I have no clue who he is.” He turned towards Woods at that, as though seeking confirmation.

  Woods stood, and nodded gravely. “He is you,” he said. His eyes flickered toward Daisy, and he seemed to pick his next words very carefully. “He is the person that your experiences and encounters will shape you to be.”

  Brett lowered his eyes to the floor, and for a moment he looked lost in his thoughts—in his memories, maybe. When he looked up again, he seemed a little calmer. “I think… I think I kind of like future me. He looked like he knew what he wanted.” He grinned as he finished, but his gaze, when it found Woods’, was hesitant again. “And he had it, too. Didn’t he?”

  “It certainly looked like it,” Woods said cautiously.

  Suddenly, Brett’s eyes widened, and he snapped his fingers. “On the edge!” he exclaimed. He started patting his shirt and pants pockets frantically, pulling a slim spiral-bound notepad from his back pants pocket, and a pen from the front of his shirt. “I have to remember that,” he muttered, as though to himself, as he clicked the back end of the pen with his thumb and set the tip to the paper. His hands were trembling. “I should write it down, and their names so when I meet them I’ll…”