Page 57 of Branson's Promise
Suddenly the shirt I was wearing felt too tight, too confining and I ripped it off, sending buttons flying across the room. Then I stood, ripping my trousers off as fast as I could and positioning myself back behind Branson. I was hyper-aware of every part of my body, from the goosebumps that rose on my skin as Milo ran his hands along the globes of my ass, to the blood pumping in my ears, the ache in my balls and the tingle of anticipation in my stomach.
Pouring a generous amount of lube onto my hand, I worked Branson open, building up from one finger to three, by which time he was fucking himself back on my hand. “So needy, you want more? You want my cock?” I bit my bottom lip, focusing on the friction on my dick as I coated myself with lube with my other hand.
“Yes, daddy. Want you.” Branson buried his face in the sofa cushion as I removed my fingers and guided my cock to his fluttering hole. I pushed in, watching it breach the tight ring of muscle. I couldn't look away, mesmerised by the way he sucked me in, watching as inch after inch of my shaft disappeared inside him. I sped up, not holding back, giving him all of me - and not just physically. Branson keened, a high pitched sound that reverberated around the room and I fell forward, kissing the back of his neck.
“I love you,” I whispered just because I could and because now that I’d said it once, I’d be saying it a million times more.
A hiss escaped me and I closed my eyes, feeling a shiver race down my spine as Milo poured cool liquid down my crease. Then he massaged it into my hole, his finger dipping inside as he did. “God, you’re so tight.” Two fingers worked at opening me before pushing inside and I jerked my hips, driving into Branson.
They were surrounding me and I'd never felt anything more intoxicating in my life.
Behind me, Milo replaced his fingers, guiding his cock to my entrance and I released a breath that I’d been unconsciously holding in. He didn’t take it slowly like before, instead, he drove his blunt cockhead roughly into my body, only pausing once he was completely seated. The burn, mixed with the feeling of Branson’s ass contracting around my cock had my body humming with pleasure.
Milo stroked his hands up my back, gripped my shoulders and hauled me upwards until my back was flush with his chest.Placing one hand on my hip and the other over my Adam’s apple, he thrust his hips, wild and relentless. The angle and the pressure on my throat had my eyes rolling as the hum of pleasure morphed into white hot heat that was consuming me from every direction.
Branson took over, fucking himself on my cock, rocking back and forth. “That’s it Branson, use him. Such a good fucking boy.” Milo sped up and the two of them found a rhythm. Every push forward had Branson slamming back and I was lost - lost to the sensations and the sounds and the pure bliss of touching and being touched by them both at the same time.
“Fuck, your ass is magic. I’m going to come and then I’m going to lick it out and feed it to our boyfriend. Show him how much I love fucking you.” Dirty talking Milo had my balls drawing up tight and as he stilled inside me, grabbing my hips in a bruising grip and biting down hard on my shoulder, I arched my back, my muscles tensing as I came right along with him.
“I love you,” he said, licking over the stinging bite he’d left on my shoulder. Then he was pulling out of me, pushing me forward onto Branson, who lay breathing heavily beneath me. Moments later, Milo did just as he said he would. Filthy, slurping noises filled the room as he sucked every last drop of his cum from my body.
When he’d moved away, I pulled back and turned Branson over. Lines from the cushion were etched into his pretty pink cheeks and his hair stood in all directions. He was breathing heavily, his stomach contracting with the effort. “My pretty kitten,” I said, taking in his cock which was once again hard. Wasting no time, I dived down, took him deep into my mouth and sucked, hard and fast, twisting my hand at the base. With my eyes on Branson, I watched as Milo kneeled on the floor and fed Branson the cum he had pooling in his mouth.
My dick twitched at how erotic the action was. I was so drawn to them I didn’t notice Branson was coming until a thick jet of salty fluid hit the back of my throat, making me cough. He let out a groan and I swallowed down everything he had to give.
Sweaty, sticky and smelling like sex, we bundled back onto the sofa, a tangle of limbs. Branson's head lay on my lap, the lower half of his body sprawled over Milo.
“Well, that was -” I started but couldn’t get my brain to land on a suitable word. Which for a wordsmith like me was pretty annoying. They’d literally fucked the words right out of me.
“I think sex is better when you’re in love.” Branson said, matter of factly.
Milo chuckled. “Everything's better when you're in love.”
Branson hummed in agreement, nuzzling his nose against my spent, oversensitive cock. Knowing what he wanted, I placed a hand on the back of his head and guided him closer until the warm heat of his mouth engulfed me and my cock rested heavily on his velvety tongue. He let out a content sigh, relaxing into me further as his eyes drifted closed.
A comfortable silence fell through the room and moments later the gentle sounds of snoring came from Milo next to me.
My thoughts drifted unexpectedly to a message my mum had sent earlier in the day. She'd said that dad was doing well and the side effects of his medication had seemed to have settled down, but that he’d wondered when he'd get to see me again. Realistically, I knew I should have shared his illness and my mum’s wish for me to return to the UK, with Branson and Milo ages ago. It was something I knew I needed to tell them but couldn’t bring myself to do. Not now, not when we were so happy, because as happy as we were, there was always a chance one or both of them wouldn’t understand that Ineededto leave and Ineededthem to come with me. And I couldn’t shatter us with the risk that they wouldn't.
Not now. Not yet.
I ignored the part of me that whispered that I couldn’t put it off much longer and that time wasn’t going to change anything. The cold, hard honest truth was that I couldn't let my dad down, I needed to head back to the UK for the foreseeable future. Hopefully not alone, but accepting the sinking feeling that it was a possibility.
Chapter 28
Branson
Make memories.
The smile on Mia’s face was everything. “I could get used to this, not flying with a gaggle of strangers, no cramped seats, no baggage allowance. This is pure luxury.” She stretched her legs out to emphasise her point.
We were on Noel’s jet, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, heading to spend Thanksgiving weekend in London. Though weonly had five days in the UK, Mia had a list long enough to fill three weeks. There would need to be some serious prioritising.
“I’m with Mia on this. I never want to see a commercial airline ever again,” I said, sipping from a flute of champagne, fully indulging in the private jet experience. “I knew you were rich, but this is rich, rich. You sure your family only made their money by owning hotels?” I stretched my legs out, mirroring Mia’s position.
Noel chuckled. He sat on the opposite side of the aisle from Milo and I, on cream leather recliners. He was sitting upright, his laptop open on his lap. While he had the five days off to spend with us, he had work to finish before our holiday could begin.
"Well, not just hotels. Bennett Properties owns and operates a range of properties. We have twenty three five star hotels, nine all-inclusive beach resorts, one ski resort, a collection of private villas and three stately homes which are mostly used for weddings these days.”