19. Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Branson
Believe in yourself. Don't leave it to others to believe in you. Be your biggest cheerleader.
C ool 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.
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'd ever 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 while Milo 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.
“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 in my 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 with a 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.