Fifth Vision of Destiny - Brett (5 page)

As he finished, he could see something
shining in her eyes, like the beginning of understanding. He had
tried to tell her this, or variations of it before, but she had
never listened, always interrupting him before he was done, turning
it all into a joke, or requesting sternly that they never talk
about her Sire again. He wondered if he had gotten through to her
this time, if she finally understood that he meant this.

She leaned forward for a kiss that had never
been so tender, her arms sliding easily around him. He pulled her
onto his lap and held her closer, deepening the kiss as tears
trickled down her cheeks. Lifting his mouth from hers, he kissed
her tears away and was still caressing her cheeks with his lips
when the front door opened and Leo walked in.

Leo stopped two feet from the sofa, and the
look of shock on his face was all too clear, and all too
understandable. Lisa had stopped crying, but when she turned her
face away, it was obvious that she was wiping the tears off her
cheeks. Brett wondered if Leo had ever seen her cry before; Brett
never had.

Hoping to forestall Leo’s questions, Brett
tried to put as much teasing as he could in his voice when he told
Leo, “I was beginning to think you decided to pick up an extra
shift at the bar.”

“Well, I did,” Leo said, raising both his
hands and showing the three tall champagne flutes he held by their
stems in one hand and the bottle in the other. “But just for us.
And did you know we’re getting low on champagne?”

Brett frowned, his mind already sliding back
to manager mode, but Lisa’s salty wet fingers pressed to his open
mouth and stopped him from saying anything.

“If either of you says one more word about
work,” Lisa said, sounding very stern, “I’ll—”

“Not a word,” Leo cut in as he sat next to
them on the sofa. He handed them the flutes, and Lisa held his,
too, while he deftly uncorked the champagne without spilling a
drop. He filled all three glasses before setting the bottle on the
coffee table, then seemed to change his mind.

“Wait,” he said as he stood from the sofa. He
left his glass next to the bottle and hurried to the kitchen. When
he came back, he had the round jewelry box that held Lisa’s ring in
his hand.

Sitting down again, he grinned at Lisa.
“Aren’t you even a little curious?” he asked, teasing, as he
balanced the small jewelry box on the back of his fingers.

“Let it go,” Bret said, sighing. “It doesn’t
matter.”

But Leo’s gaze didn’t leave Lisa, while hers
remained on the box he was still playing with.

“I’m not curious,” she said softly. “I’m sure
it’s gorgeous. Do you think it’d fit on my right hand?”

Leo’s grin widened a little more. “Only one
way to find out.”

He opened the box, keeping it facing him so
that Lisa couldn’t see inside. His fingers covered the ring when he
pulled it out and slipped it on the fourth finger of her right
hand. Even when it fit snugly at the base of her finger, he kept it
covered and drew her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

Chuckling quietly, Lisa drew her hand free.
“Come on, let me...”

Her eyes widened a little when she finally
saw the ring. Her mouth fell open on a quiet little, “Oh.”

“You like it?” Brett whispered, laying a kiss
on her cheek.

She turned her face to him and practically
beamed. “It’s gorgeous.”

This time it was Lisa who kissed him, a quick
peck of a kiss against his mouth.

“Pretty sure I said that two hours ago,” Leo
said, tongue in cheek. “But since we all agree now, can we finally
toast?”

He picked up his glass again and raised it.
Both Brett and Lisa raised theirs to clink against it. The
champagne was sweet on Brett’s tongue, but not as sweet as Lisa’s
and Leo’s lips when they both leaned in for a three-way kiss. It
was wet and sloppy, champagne bubbles still tingling on their lips:
perfect.

Leo soon pulled back, leaving Brett to focus
on Lisa’s mouth. Brett held her face cupped in one hand and wanted
to caress her with his other hand, too. As though reading his mind,
Leo took the half empty champagne glass from him, then took Lisa’s
as well. Brett barely noticed. His entire mind was on one simple
but important task: kissing Lisa and making her feel good. He had
one hand in her hair now, the other skimming up her thigh to the
edge of her bunched-up dress. She let him caress her tongue and
palate for a moment, then pushed into his mouth to return the soft
touches, before letting him take the lead again.

For a moment, after he put the glasses
away, Leo was still. Even without looking at him, Brett was sure
Leo was watching them kiss. Brett could even picture Leo’s small
smile, could imagine him saying, “
See? I told you she’d wear your ring and
come back to us
.” But
all Leo said was a quiet, “Let me,” before his hand slipped between
them. He tugged Brett’s t-shirt out of his jeans and pulled it up,
forcing Brett’s and Lisa’s lips apart as the t-shirt came off.
While their mouths found each other again, he unbuttoned Brett’s
jeans and carefully guided his hard cock out, stroking it lazily in
a loose fist until Brett gasped into Lisa’s mouth.

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 hands. 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 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 started
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.