Page 3 of Branson's Promise

I scoffed, “You’re trying to rile August up aren’t you? You know he doesn’t like people teasing his fiancé.”

Noel bumped his shoulder against mine, and I couldn’t help the smile that rose on my lips - matching the vibrant one he wore. He really was a very attractive man.

“Me? Never.”

“Your funeral, Mr Bennett.” Heat flashed in Noel’s eyes at my words and I turned away, not meeting his gaze again until my speech was written.

The feel of his hot breath against my ear again shook me from the memory and catapulted me back to the present where he had moved closer, so close that I could smell every note of his cologne.

“Wanna fuck?”

Heat engulfed me and I pulled my head back to look into Noel’s darkened eyes. He was entirely serious and my cock reacted to not only his question but his intensity.

“Is this your way of wooing me?” With the frustration over my recent failure of a date fresh in my mind, annoyance at my string of bad relationships and my attempts to find my Mr Right, I knew right away that I’d say yes. He may not be Mr Right - I knew he had a reputation as a playboy - but Noel was hot, he smelled good and I knew without a doubt that he’d make it worth my while. Maybe blowing off a little steam with a hot guy was just what I needed. A sort of press of the refresh button before I got back on the proverbial horse.

“I’m not trying to woo you, Branson. You don’t want to be wooed right now, you want to be fucked. I can see it in your eyes and,” he glanced down my body, his eyes caressing a trail down my chest to the bulge tenting my suit trousers, “your body.”

Swallowing thickly, I nodded, then silently, Noel turned and headed towards the exit of the reception room, and I followed with no hesitation in my hasty steps.

“Fuck, you’re tight. So good, so fucking tight. Ahhh, feels so good.” I rolled my eyes at the blonde Adonis-like asshole behind me. The one railing into me while bending me over the wash basin of the hotel bathroom. His perfectly slicked back hair had fallen out of place and a stray curl fell in front of his eyes.

Around us, pieces of our clothes lay in disarray in the posh bathroom. Matching cummerbunds, jackets and bowties in expensive grey linen and green silk lay on the floor and on the basin counter, a sign of how fast and needy we’d both been once the door had been locked.

“So tight, so fucking tight,” Noel mumbled as he pushed in and out of me in a steady rhythm. His breath was hot, fanning over the back of my neck as he interspersed his ramblings with butterfly soft kisses to the back of my neck.

“Do you always talk so much? If I wanted a conversation I’d have stayed at the wedding.” I caught his eye in the mirror in front of me. His blonde hair was a mess, his shirt unbuttoned and his trousers hung just below his ass. “Less talking and more fucking. Please and thank you,” I said, throwing a grin his way. He was taller than me and slightly broader too. His hands were large and strong and the sight of him manhandling me was enough to have me almost busting on the spot

Noel gripped my hips tighter. “Oh, you’re a tetchy one. I like that, kitten,” he chuckled and fuck me, if it wasn’t the sound of an evil, villainous mastermind. His grin matched my own and I preened at the devilish glint in his eyes.

I arched my ass further back, giving my dick ample space to ensure it wasn’t rammed into the marble countertop. It had occurred to me to ask him why, since he owned this hotel, we were screwing in a bathroom attached to the event space and not some plush room or say, the penthouse suite. But I didn’t. This was a quick fuck. It would be over in fifteen minutes so the location didn’t really matter.

Noel released one hand from my hip and a moment later, his finger circled my rim, rubbing alongside his cock. I watched his expression in the mirror, his eyes trained on my ass, his lips parted as he pounded into me.

“So, so good, look how well you take me,” he said, not heeding my earlier request to quit talking. Then, in one swift move, he bent me forward even more, pressing my back down until my forearms were braced on the counter, my face almost flush with the surface. With the tip of his dick now pegging my prostate on every forceful thrust, I was riding on the edge. I slid one hand along the cool marble and down, taking my dick in hand and jerking it quickly.

It wasn’t long before my balls drew tight, and a hot flush washed over me, sending tingles through my limbs and I came with a loud groan, thick ropes of cum landing on the tiled floor at my feet.

“Fuck yes, kitten, squeeze me.” Noel’s thrusts grew erratic before he suddenly halted, falling over my back and shuddering against me, his orgasm momentarily stealing his words.

Noel was heavy, his thick body plastering mine to the marble below me.

“Hey hotshot, I need to breathe.” Pressing my forearm against the surface I made to stand and he straightened, pulling out of me slowly while running his hands over the globes of my ass, reverently like he was committing each curve to memory. He gave me one last squeeze, before walking over to the bin and discarding the condom. I knelt down and cleaned up the mess I’d made.

Once we were both dressed, I waved him off and made my way towards the toilet. “I’m gonna take a leak, I’ll see you out there in a bit.” I turned away from him, undoing my trousers and aiming my spent dick at the bowl. I waited to hear the sound of the door but when it didn’t come, I turned my upper body to find Noel leaning against it, his ocean blue eyes boring into me.

I scoffed, “Are you just going to stand there and watch me piss?”

“Yes.” His throat bobbed and I rolled my eyes again, sure he was messing with me.

“You want to hold it for me too?” I asked jokingly, playing along with whatever this was.

“Yes,” he said again as his eyes trailed down, over my chest, landing on my dick.

He had to be joking, surely?

It would be easy for me to blame alcohol for my next words, but the truth was, I was a little tipsy but I knew exactly what I was doing when I said, in a voice that didn’t even sound like my own, “Okay.”

Noel pushed himself up from the door and joined me in three quick steps. He spread his legs and stood so close I could feel his breath on my neck. Turning to face forward, I took a deep breath, willing my rapidly beating heart to steady itself. Tentatively, he rested one hand on my hip while the other came around my front, pushing my own hand off my dick and taking it in his grasp.

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