Page 37 of Branson's Promise
“Tell me I'm pretty,” I begged, wanting to hear the praise. Needing it. And they both did, giving me exactly what I craved.
“You're so pretty, Bran. Beautiful,” Milo said, his voice sweet as honey.
“Gorgeous kitten. So fucking gorgeous. And such a good boy taking both of us.” Noel moved slowly until he was all the way in before pulling out a fraction then pushing back in again, all the while Milo remained motionless. I had never been fuller inmy life - body and heart - but nor had I experienced this level of pleasure nor this intense a connection.
“Milo,” Noel panted. “You’re so hard, I can feel every inch of your cock, rubbing against mine. I’m not going to last.” Noel did all the moving, thrusting in and out, knocking against my prostate as he did and sending white hot heat tearing through me. Milo tightened his hold of my dick and stroked me in time with Noel's movements.
“Damn Noel, that feels amazing. Your dick rutting against mine inside Branson’s tight, wet heat. I've never felt anything like this. Don't stop. Please don't stop.” Noel moved faster, the two of us being pushed along with every snap of his hips.
“Good boy, so fucking good, taking daddy’s cock so well,” Noel rambled on and on, a sign that he was close.
“Yes, daddy, yes, yes. Holy shit, you two feel huge inside me.” I writhed between them, sweat cooling my skin as Noel fucked me harder, all the while running his hands over my back, and down my spine.
With both cocks inside me, the burn of the stretch morphing into something so incredible and Milo working my cock, I was powerless to stop the heat that crackled up my spine and through my limbs. I came and thick ropes of cum shot out, landing on Milo’s chest and chin. Then Noel was rocking into me harder, one, two, three more times and he tensed, a shout leaving him as he came deep inside me. His seed lining my walls and covering Milo’s cock.
“Don’t pull out, I want to feel you both when I come,” Milo said as he rocked up into me. “You're so wet and sloppy, Bran. Dripping in Noel's cum.” He snapped his hips, pressing deep and when he came, it was with my name on his lips and his hand entwined with Noel’s.
“That was…” I tried to find the words but couldn't. What we'd just done transcended sex for me. My blood pumped wildly witha mix of adrenaline and oxytocin and feelings overwhelmed me as I lay sandwiched between my boyfriends.
Milo kissed my sweaty forehead, “I know, Bran.”
“Perfect,” Noel started, “You're both so perfect.” He pulled out and stood up, coming to the top of the bed. “Now stay still, I’m going to start the shower. Milo, you carry him through in a moment.”
“I can walk myself to the shower, you know.” I laughed at the look Noel gave me - all stern with pursed lips and frown lines across his forehead. A few moments ago he was dicking me down like I was invincible and now I was a fragile being, his little kitten. Oh well, who was I to complain if the two of them wanted to pamper and adore me?
Nuzzling into Milo, I asked, “Are you really going to carry me to the shower?” He kissed my nose, a chaste playful kiss before rolling me to the side and then climbing off the bed with a groan. “Gotta do what your daddy says,” he joked as he swept me up as though I was his blushing bride.
In the mammoth rain shower, which had multiple heads and a bench along one wall, Noel and Milo took turns washing me. From my toes, up between my legs and then into my hair. Their hands roamed every inch of my skin, their soft lips peppering me with kisses. By the time they were done, I was rock hard again but perfectly content to just bask in the attention. Placing me down on the bench, I watched as the two of them playfully tousled with the bottle of shampoo, wrestling for it like teenagers until Noel had Milo pinned against the wall.
“Let me wash you.” Noel brushed his nose against Milo's before Milo slanted his lips over Noel's, teasing him with a kiss before biting down on his lower lip.
Noel pulled back and Milo smirked, his lips tipped up wickedly as he handed Noel the shampoo bottle. “Okay, have at it but make sure you use that pretty mouth of yours to clean my dick.”
Laughter filled the steamy room.
Yeah, I was definitely falling in love with both of them. August always said I fell in love too quickly, gave my heart away too easily. I think this time though, I was giving it to the right people.
Chapter 19
Noel
“This deal is not going to happen if he keeps making demands. The contracts are drawn up and ready to go, this is getting ridiculous now,” I seethed. My lawyer sat, legs crossed, in the seat on the other side of my desk. Archer Flynn had been with Bennett Properties for the last four years. He was young, having only recently graduated when he joined the company. But he was quick witted and smart and I didn’t ever want to land on the bad side of his sharp tongue.
“I know, Noel. And I have said as much to his lawyers. The man is old and frail and holding on to that property even though he is crumbling in debt.”
The property we were talking about was a large derelict hotel built in the late nineteen thirties. It was situated a stone's throw from Turtle Creek Park in Dallas. It wasn’t the hotel I was after though, it was the land. But that was part of the problem. When Mr Willis learned I wanted to tear down his family-owned hotel, his demands increased. And to date, I’d met every one, including agreeing to keeping the original fountain that stood in his once thriving rose garden. I was also offering far more than the property was worth.
“Offer him another ten thousand but then that’s it. If he won’t sign after that, then we’re out. I’ll find another spot of land in Dallas to put a Bennett Hotel on.” It was times like this that I really wanted to pack it all in. I didn’t care about hotels in Dallas, or anywhere to be frank, but my father did. He’d wanted this specific spot for years and even though he no longer had any say in the running of the business, I wanted to give him this.
“Fine,” Archer said as he pushed his chair back and stood. “But just know that you may lose it.” That was a risk I was going to have to take. I’d spotted a few strands of grey hairs this morning and it was probably this fucking job giving them to me.
“Understood. Thanks Archer.”
“No problem, Noel. I’ll keep you posted.” He left my office and I spun around in my chair until I was facing the floor to ceiling window that looked out onto the busy streets below. I had two offices in New York. One in a large office block downtown, and this one on the top floor of our flagship hotel, The Starlight. I preferred working from here because not only was it quieter, and plusher, it had the added bonus of being on the same floor as one of my private hotel suites. The same suite that I often spent the night in with my men. We’d only ever spent a few nights atthe other hotel - mypied-a-terre -because this one was far more convenient and larger.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I turned to my desk and began reading through a contract Archer had left with me for a property we were buying in Paris. Bennett Hotels had started as beach resort hotels back when my great great grandfather started the company but now, we were expanding into major cities as well as increasing our number of beachfront properties. While most were five star residences, with price tags to match, we’d recently added a handful of budget hotels under our umbrella. It was my hope that Bennett Properties could one day be an affordable choice for thousands more people. Those looking for luxury without all the added frills. It was optimistic but I was one determined motherfucker.
My father had welcomed the idea. He may be one of the wealthiest men in the United Kingdom, but he was humble.