Page 17 of Branson's Promise

"Yes, daddy, so close, so fucking close. More. Please, more,” Branson rasped, canting his hips faster, chasing my hands and my mouth. I increased the pressure and speed, eating up the noises that came from him. Sweet and delicious.

Branson tensed below me, and his other hand shot out, gripping my hair painfully as his back bowed off the bed. “Noel!” he shouted as he flooded my mouth and I gulped down every drop of his release.

Once he was soft, he slipped from my mouth and I took in his form splayed across the bed. His skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat and his chest raised and fell rapidly with his panting breaths. Climbing over him, I leaned my full weight down and kissed him fiercely, loving the way his tongue toyed with mine.

I looked up then, hoping to see our voyeur but was disappointed to find the doorway empty.

“He left,” I said, more to myself than to Branson. But he nodded, his voice soft when he said, “Yeah, he did.”

Chapter 9

Branson

Trust your heart. It's a very wise organ and not as fragile as you'd think.

“So, a daddy kink, huh?” Noel asked as he climbed on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and nuzzling his nose into my neck.

“Urgh, do we have to talk about it?” My cheeks flushed, this time not from arousal - though I couldn’t deny my dick wasperking up with every slow thrust of Noel’s hips against me. I’d just never said it out loud before. Yes, calling Noeldaddyturned me on, as did the way he handled me like I was a precious gem.

Who could blame me? The man was tender, passionate and a natural caregiver. August had told me he was a playboy, that he wasn’t the kind of guy who developed attachments. He had warned me to be careful, to not hand over my heart too easily but, I think August was wrong. Or at the very least, I think Noel was different with me.

Fuck, it was going to hurt if I was wrong. I'd planned to resist him, all that nonsense about not surrendering to his charm. But I was weak, and I crumbled at the first flirtatious smile. I never said I was strong, I just said I'd try. Tried and failed. Well done Branson.

Noel kissed down my neck and I could feel his erection against my still naked body.

“Hmmm, well I loved it when you called me daddy. Don't be embarrassed.”

Lifting one hand to cup his cheek, I brought his lips to mine. “Yes, okay. I’ve thought about it before but never actually said it. I like the way you make me feel. I like that it feels so right with you. Now no more talking, I want to kiss you.” Pressing my lips firmly against his, I swallowed whatever words he was about to say.

Noel’s tongue parted my lips, fucking into my mouth, tasting, plundering, stealing the air right from my lungs. The intensity of his kiss sent me soaring as ecstasy took over and the lack of oxygen had my head spinning. My dick rallied, rubbing against his still confined in his trousers. I wondered how we looked together - him fully dressed, pressing my naked body into the mattress. That thought had me thinking about Milo and about what he saw when he looked at us.

I’d watched Milo watching us. His eyes darting between me and Noel until his gaze crashed with mine as I came. His breath caught on an inhale and he slammed his eyes shut as he followed behind me. And then he ran. Stumbled backwards and bolted away from the door before I could catch my breath to stop him.

Noel pulled back, breaking the kiss and looking down at me. His crystal blue eyes were hooded and his lips were kiss swollen, pink and puffy and so fucking sexy. “Kitten,” he said, his voice raspy and his words sounding like a beautiful plea. “I really need to come. So fucking badly, sweetheart.” I smiled up at him as I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, loving the feel of his strong muscles under his black shirt. With one hand, he reached down and undid his button, pulling down the zip of his trousers and releasing his cock so it lay hot and hard against mine.

“What do you need, daddy?” I asked, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Noel traced my top lip with his finger, while he held himself up with the other hand. Then, he gently pulled my lip free and pressed two fingers into my mouth.

“Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and stay just like this.” He pushed his fingers against my tongue, pressing them deep into my throat. I resisted the urge to gag, breathing through my nose as he fucked his cock against mine, his fingers working in the same rhythm. “You’re so perfect. So beautiful. Gorgeous. So good for daddy. So perfect for me.” On and on he babbled, words of praise and affection falling from his mouth as he continued to hump my crotch and finger fuck my throat.

“I’m so close,” he said, then sat up, straddling my waist, spat into his palm and wrapped both our cocks in his giant hands.

“Oh fuck!” My eyes rolled back as pleasure rocked through me. The feel of his hard length moving with mine, pushing me right to the edge. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” Without realising I was doing it, I turned my head towards the door.

“Are you looking for him? Do you wish he was there, watching me jack us off together?” I nodded, not ashamed that the thought was sending me out of control, barely hanging on to that edge.

“So do I.” Those words set me off, skyrocketing me over the cliff until I was falling. Pleasure crashing through me like a train off the rails, cum erupting in thick ropes. Noel followed right behind me, falling forward and taking my lips in a bruising kiss, his release coating my stomach.

“Have I told you lately how perfect you are?” He asked breathlessly, and I couldn’t fight my smile nor could I hold back the laugh that bubbled out of me.

“Hey Noel?”

“Yeah?”

“Friend’s don’t suck their friend’s dicks.”

He laughed, gripping my hips and rolling us so I was sitting on top of him. Both of us were covered in cum, his black shirt streaked with it and I grimaced as the cool air hit my damp skin. “You’re trouble. You better get that friend crap out of your head because we are way past that now, love.”

I fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, as both our laughter died down. “We should talk about -” my words trailed off and I waved my hands around “-about things.” Things meaning him and I, whatever this was between us. And Milo. We needed to talk about whatever the fuck happened today.

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