Page 35 of Branson's Promise

“God, you’re incredible.” He ran his hands fervently along Branson’s hips, tracing the path of the fabric until he had a hand on each cheek and was spreading them apart. Stepping closer, until I was standing over Noel, watching as he rubbed the purple string against Branson’s hole. Branson moaned, pressing his head down into the sheets and fisting them in his hands.

“You wore these pretty panties because you knew they would drive us wild, didn’t you?” I asked. Branson responded with a nod against the mattress. Rubbing my hands over Noel’s shoulders, I leaned forward until I was at his ear. “Taste him, Blue. Tell me how sweet he is.”

Spreading his cheeks again, Noel tore at the thin fabric until it was hanging off of Branson’s hips, then dived down, like a man starved and devoured Bran’s ass. He wasn’t slow or tender, he was wild and untethered and the sounds they both made while Noel rimmed him were delicious.

My parched throat had me briefly stepping away from my boyfriends, reaching for the bottle of bubbly and taking a large sip, the liquid bubbling on my tongue. I brought it back over to where Noel had come up for breath but was now slowly pressing a thumb into Branson’s passage. Lifting the bottle above his head, I poured the sparkling liquid down Branson’s crack and watched as it wet his hole, spreading further down until it was dripping over his taint and onto Noel and the floor below.

Branson released a hiss as the cool liquid hit his heated body and another when Noel moved back down, lapping at the stream that I continued to pour. Noel was still dressed, only nowhis clothing was damp in places, and a mixture of saliva and champagne dripped down his chin. He looked debauched and feral, and I couldn’t have loved the vision more.

My cock was hard as steel as I placed the bottle down and lay half on the bed, so that my face was in line with Branson’s. “Sweetheart, look at me.” He turned, his cheek still pressed to the sheets, and I licked his lips, over and over and then pulled back, smiling as he pushed his head forward to chase me.

“Milo, sweet fuck. You need to taste him. Lie back on the bed,” Noel instructed, his delectable accent making the command even more enticing. With my head on the pillow, I watched Noel lean over Branson and whisper something in his ear. Branson nodded, and with a mischievous grin, he crawled up the bed and climbed over me until his face reached mine. As I tipped my head up to kiss him, he took me by surprise, flipping himself until his beautiful butt was hovering over my face.

Oh shit, oh fuck.My pulse spiked as Branson spread his own cheeks and I got a good look at his puckered star. It was red and wet from the working over Noel had given it. Before I could react, Branson lowered himself down until my face was smothered by him. A position I would gladly remain in.

Replacing his hands with my own, I spread him wider, then paid attention to the tight skin around his entrance, licking around it and savouring his flavour and feel before finally rolling my tongue and pressing the tip inside. Branson whined, canting his hips back and forth.

“That’s it, love, ride his face,” Noel crooned. Branson’s hands landed on my thighs as he fucked himself on my tongue. He was a mixture of sugar and salt, musky with a tang of alcohol. I could barely breathe with the way he was pressing himself to me, but the lack of oxygen and the feel of his hole fluttering around my tongue had my vision whiting out at the edges and liquid hotheat shooting through me. It was all too good, and I didn’t want to stop.

When the bed dipped near my legs and a hot, wet mouth engulfed my cock all the way down to the base, I lost it. Pleasure rocketed through me at a pace I had no chance of controlling, my orgasm barrelled through me and I came with a muffled gasp. My heart thudded in rhythm with my release as Noel continued to suck my soul from my body.

Branson fell forward and the sounds of sloppy kisses being exchanged filled the air, before he rolled off of me. I took in a huge gulp of air, closed my eyes and waited for my breathing to settle.

Noel crawled over me. His shirt was open, his beautifully toned, tanned abs, covered by light hair, were on display and I ran my hands through it, rubbing over the barbell in his nipple.

He smirked down at me. “For the record, you are both delicious. But little artist, we’re not done here yet.” A tingling sensation spread through me, a mixture of euphoria and exhaustion but I nodded, more than happy to keep going.

Chapter 18

Branson

Believe in yourself. Don't leave it to others to believe in you. Be your biggest cheerleader.

Cool air against my sweaty skin did little to tamper the heat inside me as I lay on the bed next to Milo and Noel. They were kissing, their lips moving frantically as Noel pressed his hips into Milo’s. Though Milo had only just come, we’d already discovered he had a pretty quick refractory period.

Noel pulled away first, standing to finally take off his clothing and I tracked his movements, loving as each item of clothing that was removed put more of his golden, taut skin on display. Where Milo's hair was dark, almost black, Noel's was white blonde, like it had seen a lifetime of sunny days. The hair on his chest and groin were a darker shade, more like my own ash blonde. He was uncut, and thick, thicker but shorter than Milo and he had a prominent mushroom shaped head, beaded with drops of precum. In all, he was spectacular.

Milo moved up the bed so his upper body was slightly raised and I took Noel’s spot on top of him, straddling his waist and wrapping my arms around his shoulders until we were chest to chest. His now rejuvenated cock knocked up against my ass and I could feel his heart beating in time with mine.

He was stunning. His brown eyes held gold tones that sparkled in the hotel lighting, he wore a pretty pink blush on his cheeks and his almost black hair was ruffled and standing in all directions. He was breathtaking and I could do nothing but stare. “You’re so pretty Milo. Stunning.” The words fell from my lips, honest and real and his dimples popped, as a blush rose up his cheeks along with his smile.

Milo pushed a strand of hair away from my eyes, then ran the back of his hand along my cheek. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.” The bed dipped behind me as Noel moved into position, straddling Milo's legs. He danced his fingers along the base of my spine and over my hips and ribs, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin.

“Are you going to fuck me now, daddy?” I asked, rocking my aching, neglected cock against Milo, enjoying the sensation of his heated skin on mine. Noel ran his fingers through my hair and pulled gently until I was leaning back against his warm chest.

“Mmmm, I'm going to slide into that snug hole of yours. Press in deep until you can feel me everywhere.” I whimpered, closing my eyes as he continued to grip my hair, only now his other hand had snaked around to work my shaft. Up and down, he moved, twisting as he got to the head, then back down to the base. He repeated the movement and I just stayed there, pressed against his body, enjoying the feel of both of them so close to me.

Another whimper fell from my lips when Milo’s rough fingers pinched my nipple, twisting and flicking it, over and over until the biting pain had turned into burning pleasure and I was riding so close to the edge. I loved how they played with me. Touching and kissing, caressing and adoring. Like I was truly theirs, made just for them.

The sensations rocketing through me had my balls drawing up tight and I used the last semblance of my willpower to bat Noel’s hand away, uttering a breathless, “Stop.” The need I had to come was intense, but it wasn't time yet. I breathed a sigh of relief when they relented, happy I’d managed to stop myself from tumbling into the abyss of ecstasy too soon.

“Fuck me now, please. Both of you. Together. Stretch me wide.” My voice was a whiny plea. I wanted this so badly - to feel them both inside me, taking me, owning me, stamping their names on my body.

Noel’s response was a heavy groan and Milo’s was a very enthusiastic ‘fuck yes.’

“Bloody hell, Bran, you have no idea how much I want that. To feel Milo’s hard cock rubbing against mine while we’re both wrapped in your tight heat. That’s the epitome of paradise,” Noel said as he scooted off the bed, and gathered up a bottle of lube and the remainder of the bubbly.

“Good. Now stop wasting time and get to the fucking.” I wasn't usually the commanding one, but the sense of urgency and need in me had cranked up to the max.

---