Page 24 of Branson's Promise

"Make me," Noel grinned, his nose brushing the other mans. Milo fisted the fabric tighter, and then he tipped his chin, bringing their lips infinitesimally closer. He let out a small puppy-like whimper as Noel gripped the back of his neck with vampire-like speed and slammed their lips together.

"Holy fucking shit!" I squeaked as I watched what could only be described as Noel devouring Milo like a snack. Milo, now gripping Noel’s shirt with both hands, leaned into the kiss, matching Noel’s ferocity. It was all teeth and lips and groaning and I wanted in.

Before I could say anything, Milo froze then pushed Noel, forcing him to take a step back. “What the hell, Noel?” He turned to face me. “Branson, shit, I’m so sor-”

“Kiss him again,” I said, my voice gravelly, my hand unashamedly rubbing over the bulge in my shorts. Milo looked at me, his kiss pink lips dropping open, tilting his head to the side. “Do you want to kiss him again, Milo?” I stepped forward until I was standing in front of him, and Noel stepped behind me, pulling me so my back was flush against his front. I could feel his arousal firm against my butt and I chanced a glance down to find the effect mirrored in Milo.

“I, I, um, I don’t understand?” Milo turned from me to Noel. The look on his face was adorable. - a mixture of want and confusion and I really wanted to kiss the uncertainty away.

“It’s a simple question, Milo.” I didn’t touch him, didn’t step any closer. Waiting for him to make a move, to consent towhatever this was that was happening. “Do you want to kiss Noel again?”

“Or maybe,” Noel interrupted, “you want to kiss Branson?” Milo gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing thickly as a dark crimson blossomed on his cheeks. He alternated his gaze from me to Noel, surely going to give himself lust induced whiplash if he wasn’t careful.

“You’re okay with this?” Milo was looking at me, but I wasn’t sure who the question was aimed at. I nodded and I could feel Noel behind me doing the same. Not how I envisioned this conversation going, but it was a start.

“We have some things to talk about, but yes. We’re good with it.Verygood. Like extremely good. Like, please don’t make me beg, good with it.” I had zero chill left.

“Then, yes,” Milo started, “yes to both.” He dipped his head ever so slightly and that was all the answer I needed. Stepping forward, pulling Noel with me so I was sandwiched between the two of them, resting my hands on his hips, I tipped my head upwards and kissed Milo. He hesitated at first, keeping the kiss sweet and gentle, until Noel’s hand came up beside us, to grip the back of Milo’s neck.

“Kiss him, Milo. Give our kitten what he wants.” Milo released a growl, grabbing my cheeks between his hands and kissing me hard. His tongue delved in, tasting every inch of me, licking at my teeth, and tangling with my tongue. Behind me, Noel dipped his head, and pressed tender kisses up the side of my throat, mumbling words of praise in my ear as he did. Milo felt and tasted different to Noel. He was rougher, kissing like he was afraid for it to end.

Tightly held between them, I was barely able to catch my breath but I didn’t care. This was everything I had dreamed of. Fuck, it was so much better than any dream. Their scents mixed together, along with the smell of the ocean on the breeze, wasan intoxicating elixir surrounding me. They moved me between them, hands exploring from all angles and a rush of heat sparked in my toes, spreading up through my chest and there was suddenly a high possibility I was going to come in my pants.

Breaking the kiss, I took in a deep breath, easing the tightness in my lungs though still firmly pressed between two hot, hard bodies. Noel leaned over my shoulder, wiping his tongue across Milo’s lips.

“I still don’t like you very much,” Milo said, but there was no power behind his words.

“Whatever you say, little artist. Now give me your fucking mouth.” And Milo did. He surrendered to Noel and fuck if it wasn’t a stunning sight. With Noel rubbing up behind me, Milo’s hard cock rubbing against my front and a combination of the noises they were making and the way they smelled and I was about to detonate.

“Guys, guys. Um, stop,” I said between panting breaths and they broke apart.

“What’s wrong?” Milo asked, a look of concern on his face.

“I’m about to embarrass myself here prematurely. I don’t want this to be over.”

Noel chuckled behind me. “Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?”

“Yes, that. Let’s do that. Milo?”

Milo was silent, his eyes darting between Noel and me. Sensing his uncertainty, I had the sudden sinking feeling that he was about to bolt.

“What do you want?” I asked, running the back of my hand down his cheek.

He shuddered under my touch and his brown eyes blazed when he replied, “To watch you two fuck.”

That heat that had bloomed in my chest was now a roaring inferno and I instinctively gripped my dick tightly.

“What do you say, Bran? Shall we give our voyeur a little show?” Noel asked, pressing his rock hard cock into my ass.

“Yes, that. Let’s do that.” I repeated because any other words were too hard to find.

Chapter 12

Noel

The excitement on Branson’s face when I led them both up to the master bedroom on the first floor, was priceless. I’d had a lot of sex in my thirty seven years, but never before had this level of anticipation existed to the point that had me wanting to throw two grown men over my shoulder and race them up the stairs. Knowing that even for me, that would be an impossible feat, I steadied my pace, finding my "chill,” as Branson would say and shut the door behind us once we were all inside. The moon was high in the clear sky, and it bathed the room in an ethereal silver glow.

Branson wasted no time, stripping himself and then sprawling onto the bed, his hand snaking down his belly and coming to rest on his hard cock. It glistened with a drop of precum and he swiped his finger through it before bringing the digit to his mouth. I wanted to dive on top and lick the salty tang from him, but I also didn't want to rush this. Didn't want what the night promised us to be over too quickly. Who knew what morning would bring, or how soon the bubble might burst.

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