Page 36 of Branson's Promise

Noel chuckled. “Patience, kitten.” He slid back into position behind me and nuzzled his nose against the mark Milo had left on my neck earlier in the night. “We need to prep you first. Lean forward onto Milo, while I stretch that needy hole.”

Milo scooted lower down the bed, flattening himself more against the pillow and pulled me towards him. Slowly, with an unbelievably sweet amount of care, Noel spread my cheeks, massaged over my entrance and slid in a finger. There was only a moment of resistance before it was all the way in. One finger soon became two as he drizzled on copious amounts of lube, before pressing in a third. He moved them inside me, brushing against my prostate as he explored and stretched. My blood hummed, all my nerve endings lighting up as he did it again and again until I was a sweaty, writhing mess on top of Milo.

“You're doing so well, sweetheart,” Milo said as Noel widened his fingers, stretching me open even more. The burn was intense but not unbearable, and I turned my attention to Milo who was now making steady work of sucking more marks into my throat and collarbone. At this rate, I'd be wearing his marks like a necklace.

“Mine,” I mumbled as he moved on to the other side. “Both of you. All mine.” I'm not sure if I was telling them, reassuring myself or just putting it out there into the universe but the words needed to be said. They both hummed in agreement but didn't stop their exploration of my body.

When Noel added a fourth finger, I tensed, the muscles of my back tightening in response. “You okay, love?” He asked, stilling his movements and withdrawing his fingers.

Expelling a long breath, I nodded. “Yes, daddy, keep going.”

“Breathe, beautiful, let our man in,” Milo said from below me. Breathing through my nose and bearing down, my body relaxed as Noel pushed four fingers past the tight ring of muscle and deeper inside. He rotated his hand, stretching me more than I'dever been stretched before. I felt so full but still so incredibly empty. There was only one thing that could satisfy me now - my men.

“I’m good, please, put your dick inside me,” I begged.

“Milo goes first,” Noel said, removing his fingers.

Milo’s body trembled slightly beneath me. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Just excited. I’ve never done this before - well I’ve had sex before just not the um… two of us at the same time.”

“Me either. But I want this, and I know you will both take care of me.”

“Of course, Bran.”

“Ready?” I asked and the smile he gave me spoke volumes.

“Sit on his dick, kitten,” Noel ordered from his spot behind me. He didn’t need to tell me twice. Rising up, I scooted so my ass was directly above Milo’s crotch, then, gripping his cock with one hand, the other resting on his chest, I slowly lowered myself. His blunt cockhead pushed at my entrance and I bore down, sinking lower until my ass was flush with his pelvis and he was fully seated.

“Fuuuuck,” Milo ground out, canting his hips upwards. “You’re even more perfect than I imagined. So fucking incredible. Your walls are clenching my cock so hard.” Milo lifted his knees, planted his feet on the bed and took over control, ramming into me with force, then slowly, then harder again. With zero rhythm to his movements, he was driven purely by want.

Each upward thrust knocked against my sensitive spot and I keened, crying out as he lit me up from the inside. “Just like that, yes, fuck. Again. More.”

Noel groaned from where he watched from the foot of the bed. “I get it now, Milo. The watching. It's so hot the way his needy hole is sucking you in.” Noel ran his finger along my rim whileMilo continued to fuck me. “I cannot wait to push inside your pretty, stretched out hole, Branson.”

“Shit, I need to slow down or I’ll be coming in a heartbeat.” Milo was panting and a line of sweat coated his forehead. I kissed him hungrily, wanting him to feel how wild he made me, how much I wanted, no, needed him.

Noel kneeled on the side of the bed next to our heads, taking a gulp from the bottle of champagne then leaned over Milo. A look passed between them and Noel opened his mouth and dribbled the drink into Milo’s, a steady stream of the alcohol passing between them. They had a thing for sharing, having done this before with spit and cum. It was erotic to watch and had heat pooling low in my belly, my ass contracting around Milo. Then they were kissing, and I leaned in to join them. Tongues, teeth and lips battled together and I had no idea who was kissing who and where I ended and they began.

“Get inside him now, Noel,” Milo rasped, his voice hoarse.

“With fucking pleasure.” A moment of nervous energy buzzed in me as Noel got into position then his warm hand was pressing on my back until I was as far forward as I could go.

Milo took my face between his hands and our eyes locked, his flashing, tender and warm, filled with emotion. My heart told me it was love swimming in the depths of them. But that couldn’t be right, it was too soon, wasn’t it? Could he already feel so deeply about me? Did Noel? Was I making it all up?

Noel climbed over me, spreading me open, pouring more cold lube onto both of us then started pressing his cock in above Milo’s. But all I could focus on was the whirring thoughts in my head.

Could they both love me one day? Did they already? What happened if one didn’t? Because I was certain I was falling in love with both of them. That my heart was complete when the two missing pieces slotted into place. Them.

My mind raced, my thoughts coming at me from all directions. I registered the pain then, the burn like none other and my chest constricted, choking me on a breath and I clenched, blocking Noel’s entry.

“Hey, hey, beautiful, come back to me.” A haze blurred my vision and I was staring at Milo but not seeing him. As I listened to his voice, and focused on the feel of his rough hands on my skin, and Noel’s softer one’s caressing my lower back, my body began to relax, the tension in my muscles easing. “There you are. Do you want to stop?”

“We can stop love. I don’t want to hurt you, I will never hurt you,” Noel said from behind me, moving one hand to rest on my hip. Milo placed his hand over Noel’s and the sweetness in the gesture had my eyes burning.

“No, keep going. I just had a moment, but I’m back and I want this.” My dick had flagged and Milo noticed, sliding his other hand in the small gap between us and gently cupping it, toying with the head until blood rushed there once more.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Milo demanded and I did, staring deeply into his soulful browns. A sharp bite of pain told me Noel had started pushing inside again but it wasn’t like before, I was in the moment, focused on the two of them and how incredible they were making me feel. All the what ifs and questions floated away.

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