10. Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Branson
Trust your heart. It's a very wise organ and not as fragile as you'd think.
“ S o, a daddy kink, huh?” Noel asked as he climbed on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and nuzzling his nose into my neck.
“Urgh, do we have to talk about it?” My cheeks flushed, this time not from arousal - though I couldn’t deny my dick was perking up with every slow thrust of Noel’s hips against me. I’d just never said it out loud before. Yes, calling Noel daddy turned me on, as did the way he handled me like I was a precious gem.
Who could blame me? The man was tender, passionate and a natural caregiver. August had told me he was a playboy, that he wasn’t the kind of guy who developed attachments. He had warned me to be careful, to not hand over my heart too easily but, I think August was wrong. Or at the very least, I think Noel was different with me.
Fuck, it was going to hurt if I was wrong. I'd planned to resist him, all that nonsense about not surrendering to his charm. But I was weak, and I crumbled at the first flirtatious smile. I never said I was strong, I just said I'd try. Tried and failed. Well done Branson.
Noel kissed down my neck and I could feel his erection against my still naked body.
“Hmmm, well I loved it when you called me daddy. Don't be embarrassed.”
Lifting one hand to cup his cheek, I brought his lips to mine. “Yes, okay. I’ve thought about it before but never actually said it. I like the way you make me feel. I like that it feels so right with you. Now no more talking, I want to kiss you.” Pressing my lips firmly against his, I swallowed whatever words he was about to say.
Noel’s tongue parted my lips, fucking into my mouth, tasting, plundering, stealing the air right from my lungs. The intensity of his kiss sent me soaring as ecstasy took over and the lack of oxygen had my head spinning. My dick rallied, rubbing against his still confined in his trousers. I wondered how we looked together - him fully dressed, pressing my naked body into the mattress. That thought had me thinking about Milo and about what he saw when he looked at us.
I’d watched Milo watching us. His eyes darting between me and Noel until his gaze crashed with mine as I came. His breath caught on an inhale and he slammed his eyes shut as he followed behind me. And then he ran. Stumbled backwards and bolted away from the door before I could catch my breath to stop him.
Noel pulled back, breaking the kiss and looking down at me. His crystal blue eyes were hooded and his lips were kiss swollen, pink and puffy and so fucking sexy. “Kitten,” he said, his voice raspy and his words sounding like a beautiful plea. “I really need to come. So fucking badly, sweetheart.” I smiled up at him as I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, loving the feel of his strong muscles under his black shirt. With one hand, he reached down and undid his button, pulling down the zip of his trousers and releasing his cock so it lay hot and hard against mine.
“What do you need, daddy?” I asked, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Noel traced my top lip with his finger, while he held himself up with the other hand. Then, he gently pulled my lip free and pressed two fingers into my mouth.
“Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and stay just like this.” He pushed his fingers against my tongue, pressing them deep into my throat. I resisted the urge to gag, breathing through my nose as he fucked his cock against mine, his fingers working in the same rhythm. “You’re so perfect. So beautiful. Gorgeous. So good for daddy. So perfect for me.” On and on he babbled, words of praise and affection falling from his mouth as he continued to hump my crotch and finger fuck my throat.
“I’m so close,” he said, then sat up, straddling my waist, spat into his palm and wrapped both our cocks in his giant hands.
“Oh fuck!” My eyes rolled back as pleasure rocked through me. The feel of his hard length moving with mine, pushing me right to the edge. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” Without realising I was doing it, I turned my head towards the door.
“Are you looking for him? Do you wish he was there, watching me jack us off together?” I nodded, not ashamed that the thought was sending me out of control, barely hanging on to that edge.
“So do I.” Those words set me off, skyrocketing me over the cliff until I was falling. Pleasure crashing through me like a train off the rails, cum erupting in thick ropes. Noel followed right behind me, falling forward and taking my lips in a bruising kiss, his release coating my stomach.
“Have I told you lately how perfect you are?” He asked breathlessly, and I couldn’t fight my smile nor could I hold back the laugh that bubbled out of me.
“Hey Noel?”
“Yeah?”
“Friend’s don’t suck their friend’s dicks.”
He laughed, gripping my hips and rolling us so I was sitting on top of him. Both of us were covered in cum, his black shirt streaked with it and I grimaced as the cool air hit my damp skin. “You’re trouble. You better get that friend crap out of your head because we are way past that now, love.”
I fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, as both our laughter died down. “We should talk about -” my words trailed off and I waved my hands around “-about things.” Things meaning him and I, whatever this was between us. And Milo. We needed to talk about whatever the fuck happened today.
“Shower first. There’s plenty of time to talk about everything. I promise. Come on.” Noel patted my thigh, and I climbed off of him. “Let’s shower together.” He stood and grabbed my hand.
“Um babe? My shower is tiny, it would barely fit you on your own. No chance it will fit us both.”
His nose scrunched up and lines appeared on his forehead as he considered my words. “Oh, okay.” Then his face lit up and a cartoon lightbulb appeared above his head. “I’ll have to buy -”
“If you say you will buy me a new one, I will smack you. You will not replace my shower.”
“Fine.” And then the giant blonde baby pouted. “And the sofa?”
“We can discuss the sofa. Now you sit, I’m going to clean up. Try not to spend any money while I'm gone.” I smirked at him, and he swatted my ass as I grabbed a towel and headed out the door.
The apartment was quiet when I climbed out the shower. Neither Noel nor Milo were anywhere to be seen. “Huh.” I threw myself down on the sofa, sitting crossed legged then reached for the remote just as the front door burst open.
“Coffee!” Noel beamed, carrying a tray from my favourite coffee shop, Beans and Toast . He briefly looked around the room before his eyes settled on me, lines creasing around his twinkling eyes as his lips curved up into a glorious smile. The sight of which had quickly become one of my new favourite things.
“I got you a caramel latte. Figured you'd like something sweet.” Noel handed me the drink, kissed me on the forehead and placed the other drinks on the table then sat in the empty spot to my right. The whole movement was comfortable and familiar like we'd been doing it for a lifetime already.
“You bought one for Milo?” I asked, seeing the third and final cup on the table.
Noel sipped on his coffee. “I did. He may dislike me but I'm not a dick.”
“He’s not here. I think he must have left the apartment straight after, you know.” My stomach pinched at the thought. Maybe Milo was disgusted by me? Maybe I'd crossed a line and that's why he'd run?
“What's with the frown?” Noel asked, tracing his finger along the lines on my forehead.
“Do you think I did something wrong? Maybe I shouldn't have asked him to stay. We should have just stopped and shut the door. He looked like he enjoyed himself but maybe not. What if I fucked up somehow? He's very sensitive, I've noticed. I think we made him uncomfortable. I'm such a -”
A warm hand covered my mouth, blocking my words.
“Bran, you're rambling. Take a breath. I promise, we didn't make him uncomfortable. If anything, I'd say he was a little surprised by himself.”
I looked at Noel, so confident and imposing next to me. His blonde hair was ruffled, the curls falling in every direction, his black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a chest sprinkled with light hair and his sleeves were rolled up, strong, toned forearms on display. He looked so calm and collected, unlike me. My stomach churned with a feeling I couldn't name and I picked at my nails. I felt restless.
“You think?”
“I've seen him, kitten. Watching us, watching you. And not just today, last night too. I think it turns him on. I've seen the look in his eyes and the way his skin flushes when you're near him. I'm pretty sure he likes you, wants you. The same way I do.”
Nodding, I thought back to the conversation Milo and I had before the bedroom incident, the one where I had told him I wanted to give this thing between Noel and I a chance.
My mind snagged on his words - not only about Milo but about himself. “You like me? As in, you want to fuck me or -” Noel chuckled, then pulled me towards him, manhandling me so I was lying flat on my back, my legs stretched over his lap. I don't think I'd ever tire of the way he moved me at his will.
“Cards on the table, that's how it started. I had fun at the wedding, and I wanted to relive it again. I've never been the kind to, um...”
“To form attachments?” Noel nodded. “August told me, well he warned me.”
“That fucker. But yes, he's not wrong. The people I have been with in the past never wanted more from me, so I never put more on the table. Sex and a good time, maybe the odd date or invite to some high society gala was all they asked for and I was always happy with that. It’s not that I’m afraid of commitment or that I’ve never wanted a relationship, I’ve just never met someone I wanted that with. Until you.”
“Why me though?”
“Because you intrigue me and you thrill me and when I’m with you, I want to soak up everything you have to say and when I’m not with you, I can’t get you off my mind. I want to get to know you, Branson, not just in the bedroom. Trust me when I say, it's shocked the shit out of me but I've never been one to doubt myself and I'm not starting now.”
My heart tripped over itself, beating an unsteady rhythm in my chest as Noel absentmindedly ran his hands up and down my legs, massaging the muscles as he did. His blue eyes never broke contact with mine as he continued speaking.
“So, to answer your question, yes, I like you. Obviously, I want to fuck you but I’d like to um…” He paused, opening his mouth and then closing it again, seemingly trying to find the words. I cocked an eyebrow at him, loving the way he became momentarily flustered. Can’t say I’d ever seen this big, cocky businessman so out of sorts.
“You’d like to?” I prompted, wiggling my legs to get him to continue massaging them. If the man was going to pamper me, he’d best keep at it.
Noel let out a long breath, his words rushing out in one quick sentence. “I’d like to date you.” Butterflies fluttered around behind my ribs because yes, fuck yes , I wanted that.
Initially, friend-zoning Noel had seemed like the best move, until it wasn’t and the idea of keeping him at arm's length made my stomach ache uncomfortably. My thoughts had done a one-eighty since the bar - how I ever thought I could resist him I don’t know. I wanted to be with him and I wanted to give this a shot - maybe I would end up hurt but that wouldn’t be anything new. Take the risk, Branson, I thought to myself
I held back a laugh at the nervous expression he wore - his brows furrowed, his bottom lip lodged between his teeth but I couldn’t help playing with him a little. “Well I never, the infamous playboy, Noel Bennett, wants to date little ol’ me. Wants to be my boyfriend?” I joked and he responded by slapping the side of my thigh.
“Don’t be a brat,” he huffed.
“I’m just messing with you. Okay let’s do this. Date the shit out of me.” I winked at him, loving how one corner of his mouth tipped up into a devilish smirk.
Noel pulled me up, moving me until I was straddling his hips. “We need to talk about Milo though.”
“What about him?” I shuffled myself backwards on his lap so I could meet his eyes.
“He likes you, and you like him, don't you?”
“I do, but we've literally just established I want to be with you. It's just a little crush, don't worry.” How was I already about to screw this up? I wasn't going to lie and say I didn't like him, but I needed Noel to know I didn't plan on acting on it. A schoolboy crush on my roommate, that's all it was.
“Oh, I'm not worried but I am fine with it. I want you to know that it's okay if you do want to act on your feelings towards him.”
My mouth dropped open and my shoulders stiffened. “You mean you want us to see other people too?”
Noel tightened his grip on my hips. “Fuck no. Any other guy touches you and I'll give them a parachute free skydive from my jet, but Milo… I'm good with Milo.”
To say I was shocked was an understatement. Was he really suggesting I pursue something with both of them?
“But why? You don't even like him.”
“Not true. I am in fact very fond of him. I am an even bigger fan of the way he makes you smile. I'm possessive but not where Milo is concerned, especially if it makes you happy. I feel like all I want at the moment is to make you happy.”
I mulled over his words for a moment completely speechless before circling back to what he said. “Do you want to be with him too?”
“Not if it would upset you and, the guy seems to have an issue with me so it’s probably not even something we need to discuss. But honestly, yes. I don't know him very well - a fact I would like to change if not for his obstinance - but I won't lie and say I'm not incredibly attracted to him. Or equally intrigued by him the way I am by you. I feel something unexpected towards Milo and I feel….” His words halted and he went silent for a moment before continuing, “I feel like the three of us would be good together. Like I said, it’s unexpected because I’ve never been in a serious relationship with one person, yet alone two. And, if it’s not something you’d like to entertain, I understand, I just needed you to know it’s okay with me.”
Would it upset me? Did the idea of sharing Noel with Milo bother me? No part of my body reacted negatively to the thought. In fact, one particular part was thrilled and fully on board with the idea.
I liked them both, so much. Could I really have this? Did I want to? Would it ruin things? Would Milo even want that? Holy shit, I was going to collapse under all the questions whirling around in my mind.
“You're going to give yourself a migraine thinking so hard. Come lie here and let me rub your shoulders. We can shelve this discussion for another day.”
Oh sure, as simple as that. Let's just tell my dick to calm the fuck down and discuss fucking two guys at a later date. Yeah, simple. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.