Page 22 of Branson's Promise

Sitting up, I looked further down the beach to where the sand was wetter, from the high tide earlier in the day, and to where Milo was sitting on a towel. He had his knees crossed and a large sketchbook rested on top of them. His back was bent over and from this angle I could make out his arm moving over the page.I’d seen him sketch in this book before back in our apartment, but I had never seen what it was he was drawing.

A cold chill against my shoulder snagged my focus away from Milo, turning to find a smiling Noel with an ice cold can of beer in his hand, which he was casually running over my overheated skin. He plopped down next to me, handing me the beer and stretching his long legs out in front of him. Wearing white shorts and a white linen shirt, he looked every bit the preppy sort that movies had us believe lived in these parts of the world. His hair was windswept, messier than his usual put together style, the odd curl blowing in the breeze and his skin had taken on a sun kissed glow, unlike the red burn I could feel along my arms.

“You’re burning up, want me to top up your sunscreen for you?” I nodded and Noel moved to sit behind me, reaching into the bag we’d brought with us to find the cream. A can cracked open behind me and I hissed as cold liquid ran over my naked back, followed swiftly by the hot velvety slide of Noel’s tongue.

“Noel!” I laughed, turning around and lunging at him. “You said sunscreen, not beer!” Straddling his waist, I grabbed for his can and ended up in a tumble that had me at his mercy, back to the sand, both arms pinned above my head and both of us covered in sand.

“You little shit,” Noel laughed and aimed his award winning smile at me as he held both my wrists in one of his hands, pinning me down and then reaching for a new can of beer.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I ground out, bucking my hips to get the solid lump of man off of me, but failing miserably. Usually, I loved the idea of being pinned down by his solid mass, but the smirk on his face made me aware that I would not like what was about to happen. I watched wide eyed as he cracked open the can one handed, and lifted it towards my face, tipping it slowly.

“Oh, I dare. I so fucking dare.” And with that he poured the cool liquid all over me. The beer coated my skin and drenchedmy clothing, leaving me a sticky, uncomfortable mess, but how could I care when happiness blossomed so strongly in me, erasing every bit of discomfort. The only thing that would have made the whole moment even better was if Milo had been with us and not halfway down the beach in his own solitude. I wanted him closer.

Noel and I hadn’t been intimate other than a few kisses and the odd groping since our relationship discussion earlier in the week, and since he’d brought up our feelings about my roommate. It wasn’t because of Milo - well not entirely - but rather thanks to our busy work schedules, which meant we hadn’t seen each other at all the past week. We’d shared loads of messages and calls and one rather steamy video chat. But now he was here - they both were - and I was hot and in desperate need of a cool shower and a good dicking down. Preferably in that order, but I wasn’t going to be picky.

A shadow came over the two of us as Milo appeared, sketchbook in hand. “I’m going to head back up to the house.” Milo pointed behind us then turned to Mia, “Mi, you coming? You’re as red as a tomato.” Mia blinked up at her brother, a patch of sand sticking to her cheek. She really was very red, sun kissed, but maybe a little too much.

Rolling her head from side to side, she grumbled something under her breath and then pressed up to her feet, picking up her few belongings and standing beside her brother.

“Actually,” I turned to Noel, “I think I’ll go up to the house too. Take a little break from the sun. I could really do with a shower.” Noel nodded, gathered the last of our things including the discarded beer cans and led the way back to the house. Mia ran ahead to walk beside him, pointing out something in the distance. Noel nodded as the two of them spoke.

I hung back, waiting until Milo caught up with me and we fell into step. He was dressed in black shorts and a black sleevelessvest, and he wore a New York Yankees cap backwards atop his mop of dark hair. “Will you show me those one day?” I gestured to the book in his hands.

“Maybe. You going to let me tattoo one of them onto you?” I had briefly considered getting a tattoo when I’d moved here but hadn’t really looked into it nor did I have an idea in mind. There was also that one time August and I got really drunk in Prague and nearly had our own names tattooed on our asses - thankfully the level-headed tattoo artist had refused. But, now that Milo brought up the idea, I suddenly wanted to strip myself naked and present myself as his canvas.Tattoo me, gorgeous, make art on my body.If it was possible for my body to burn any hotter, it was caused by that tantalising thought.

“Deal,” I said, with absolutely no hesitation. A smile settled on his lips.

“Perfect. I look forward to leaving my mark on you, Bran,” Milo winked at me, before bounding up the stairs and disappearing inside.

Skin tight and red from the afternoon sun, a light sheen of sweat, sand and beer coating my neck, I climbed into Noel’s enormous shower, alone. Horsing around in the sand with Noel and a conversation laced with innuendo with Milo left me feeling horny as fuck. Hard and ready to party.

I should have invited them to join me, but I hadn’t for no other reason than that I had no idea how to broach the subject.Hey guys, want to congregate in the shower? Someone want to wash my back and dick for me?Yeah, that was not going to work. We should probably have some form of grown up discussion before jumping into bed - or the shower - together. I knew how I felt, I knew Noel’s feelings, but Milo was still amystery to me. He’d admitted to liking me, but that was one thing, asking him to what…fuck…or date…the both of us, was a totally different thing.

Looks like I was on my own. Turning so my back was in the stream of the shower, I took my hard dick in hand, lightly rubbing from base to tip, twisting on the upthrust and increasing the speed and pressure. My new favourite fantasy played out in my mind as I stroked myself. Me, naked and writhing beneath two very specific men. Noel inside me as Milo sucked my nipple, biting at the small nub until I was crying in ecstasy.

My breathing picked up and I reached out for the body wash on the shelf, pouring a generous glob onto my dick, jerking myself at a punishing pace, then slamming my free hand against the shower wall as pleasure pulsed in my veins. I wished it was them here, taking me in hand, bringing me to the absolute tip of satisfaction. The thought of both Noel and Milo manhandling me, taking turns with my body, and me doing nothing but accepting every drop of their attention had my legs trembling, and I shot my load with a muffled cry down the shower wall. The release had been satisfactory, but not enough. Not nearly enough.

Drying off and dressing, I made my way to the lounge, where Noel, Milo and Mia were all sitting around a table laden with wine bottles and snacks. Mia was too young to drink, so she nursed a lemonade topped with lemon slices. Taking the seat next to Noel, I settled snugly into the soft fabric, and rested my feet on the table. Milo sat on a single sofa on the far end of the lounge, his face down, scrolling through his phone. Exhaustion from the week and the relaxed feel of sun and sea crept over me and at some point I must have closed my eyes and drifted off. When I woke up, that brief thought of ‘where the fuck am I?’left me momentarily disoriented, I shook my head and stretched my limbs before noticing that the sun had started to set.

The television was showing a nature documentary and Mia and Noel were deep in conversation while Milo looked out at the sea beyond the glass doors. He’d obviously gotten up at some point to shower because his hair was damp, and he had switched his black shorts out for grey ones.

I tuned into Noel and Mia’s conversation, listening as she rambled on about my country of birth. “I’ve loved England and everything English for as long as I could remember.” Shifting my body, brushing up against Noel, had him turning towards me. He placed a quick kiss on my cheek then returned his attention to Mia.

“Ah, an Anglophile.” Noel’s statement was met with a scrunched up nose and raised brow.

“A what?” Mia asked.

“An Anglophile. Someone who is a huge fan of England - the food, the culture, the people.” He winked at her before turning his face to Milo and asking, “Are you a fan of the English too, Milo?”

Milo, who had been ignoring them but no doubt listening in on the conversation, moved his eyes from the horizon to meet Noel’s intense stare. He shrugged, “Some of them, yes, others not so much.”

Noel grinned, amused at Milo’s quick wit. Like I said, the man was smitten, seemingly having a thing for snarky, gorgeous Americans.

He turned back to Mia. “So have you been before?”

She shook her head, “No, our dad….” Mia turned to face Milo, her forehead creased in thin lines, communicating something to him silently. He nodded subtly and she smiled. “Our dad said he would take us one day, but he never did. I really would love to go.”

“Well Mia, I think a trip to London is in order. What do you say?” Noel asked and Mia’s smile was positively magnificent. Ishared the excitement of going home and of showing these two parts of my world.

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