28. Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Noel
T he door bounced on its hinges as I pushed it open, my lips firmly connected to Branson's and my hand on Milo's arm, pulling the two of them with me into our room.
“Off, get these off,” I mumbled against Bran's lips while I fumbled one handed with the button on his jeans. Breaking our kiss, I turned to Milo, gripping the back of his neck and hauling him into me. His solid body crashed against me with a hmpf and I covered his lips with mine. He tasted like the red wine and chocolates we'd just shared on our picnic.
The rest of the day had been good. Milo was quiet for a while, but once Branson had started regaling us with his tales of trips around Europe with August and the mishaps they'd faced, the laughter started and the shine returned to Milo's eyes.
“You too, Milo, jeans off,” I panted, feeling untethered and desperate to remind them that they were perfect. How could anyone not see that?
I'd nearly lost my cool earlier when Martin had spouted his bullshit about them, but I hadn't and I deserved a fucking pat on the back for that. The way he'd spoken to Milo and about Branson? Anger swirled through me trying to dampen my arousal just thinking about it again. I knew Milo's full name, but never did I think his father was Martin Montague, someone my family had been doing business with for years. His services were good, reliable and sure maybe replacing them would be a pain but fuck him, I wasn't doing business with that reprehensible, abusive asshole.
The prickly parts of Milo where money was concerned made sense now. Martin Montague ran in the same social circles as my family, though we'd never met before now. I knew he was a showman, flaunting women like accessories and his wealth as though it was endless. He had a charm about him though that had people flocking to do business with him. The dark parts he kept hidden from the world, but I knew now and there wasn't a chance he'd see business from Bennett Properties again.
Pushing all thoughts of Milo's father away, I focused instead on my boyfriends.
“On the couch, kitten.”
Branson had done as I'd asked, removing his jeans but had left his t-shirt on. He fell to the sofa, spreading his legs wide. His cock stood hard and flushed against his stomach and his blue eyes were dark, his pupils dilated. He licked his lips and I flicked a furtive glance to where Milo stood, naked from the waist down.
“Fuck, you're both so gorgeous. I am one very lucky man. On the couch too, Milo.”
We both moved towards where Branson was sitting, languidly stroking his erection. Milo sat next to him mirroring his stance, at the same time I fell to my knees between Branson’s legs.
I watched, my heart trying to break from my chest, those three words tingling on my lips, as Milo gripped Branson's t-shirt with both hands and pulled him forward, slamming their lips together. Branson groaned, his dick bobbing at the movement.
I couldn't look away, content in taking in the raw beauty of my men. Admiring the way they looked, the way they touched each other, the sounds they made and the way their combined scents filled the room.
They smelled like home and happiness.
I'd worn a mask for a long time - playboy Noel who didn't form attachments. But they'd both stripped me of it, revealing the person I really was underneath. I was different with them, because of them. It was like my soul knew them from the moment they came into my life, like it knew the same way my heart and body did, that they were mine.
Mine .
My kind, compassionate, full of life men with smiles that turned my world upside down on a daily basis. How was it possible to feel so much, so soon and so intensely?
“I love you.”
Their kiss broke, as they both slowly turned to face me, looking down at where I still kneeled at their feet. Maybe this position was symbolic in some way.
“You love us?” Branson swallowed audibly as his bright blue eyes drank me in, hope blossoming in their depths.
“So much. I can't think of a word big enough to express how much. I only hope I can make you feel it, every single day for as long as you’ll let me.”
In one swift, graceful movement, Branson slid off the couch, pushing me onto my back. Climbing on top of me, he blanketed my body with his partially naked one. Then, placing his arms on either side of my head, he pressed up until our eyes met.
Thank fuck I'd dropped the playboy act with him all those months ago.
“I love you too,” Branson said and my already racing pulse kicked up a notch. “You have no idea how much. And to answer your question, I’m going to let you love me every day for the rest of our lives and whatever comes after. And I'll do the same, because the three of us? Endgame.”
He placed feather soft kisses on my cheeks and down my neck as he repeated the words against my skin. I love you, I love you.
Once my skin was dotted with kisses, he slid off me and crawled the short distance to where Milo was still sitting, his eyes wide, a grin curving up one side of his face. His hands were resting on his thighs, but when Branson approached, Milo tugged him up and onto his lap, their naked groins pressing flush together. Branson took Milo’s cheeks in his hands, tipping his face until they were eye to eye.
“I love you. You're the other part of this three part equation. Ours, always.”
“An equation huh?” I said, Branson turning to face me.
“I’m a numbers guy, and you two are my favourite denominators,” he shrugged. He was so adorable, if I hadn't only just blurted out that I loved him, I would have done it right then again.
Milo remained silent, his eyes darting from me to Branson and then back again, listening to our exchange. It was okay if he didn’t say it back, if he wasn't ready. I thought he felt the same - or maybe it was that I just had a shit ton of hope.
Pulling myself off the carpet and flattening my ruffled hair, I took the spot next to Milo. Once I was seated, Milo wordlessly lifted Branson and placed him on my lap.
If Milo's silence was making Branson nervous, he didn't show it. Instead, he relaxed into my arms.
Milo adjusted his position so he was facing us. His eyes shone and he wore a knowing grin, like he was in on a secret and everything in me settled as though subconsciously I already knew what was coming.
“For as long as I can remember, the concept of love has been foreign to me. I know my mom loved me and I know Mia does as much as a sister can. But true love was always felt so out of reach, like a secret I was never meant to be privy to. Until the two of you came into my life and that secret was finally in my grasp.”
He took my hand and placed the other on the back of Branson’s neck.
“I love you both. I have for a while now. I have never had anyone care about me the way you two do. Never felt like I actually mattered until you came along. In the beginning, I worried that my past would turn you away and that it wouldn’t be worth exploring these feelings between us. That what you had was beautiful and I'd only taint it, but you never once let me feel that I wasn’t worthy of your attention. I don't know if I know how to love you the way you both deserve, but I'll try, every single day.”
Milo leaned over us, sliding his lips against mine, delivering a tender kiss, then turned to do the same to Branson. We took turns exchanging kisses until we were three bodies mashed together on a hotel sofa, loving each other the way we were made to. Because we were made for each other, three parts of an equation that equaled this right here.
Us.
Branson broke the embrace with a chuckle. His lips were swollen, his cheeks chaffed from the grazes of our stubble and I wanted nothing more than to dive back in again.
“What’s so funny?”
He looked down at his naked lower half before answering. “We’ve just shared probably the most romantic moment in our relationship to date, and Milo and I are pantsless.” He laughed harder and I squeezed him around the waist, kissing his neck.
“Pretty fitting for us, I think,” Milo said before he joined in with the laughter.
Warmth surrounded me at the shared sounds of happiness and I never wanted it to end. For as long as I could, I planned to keep those smiles on their faces.
“I like you naked.” Tickling my fingers up Branson’s inner thigh, I noted his sharp intake of breath as his laughter died down. “And I think it would be a shame not to make use of it right now.” Taking his half hard cock in my hand, I stroked until he was fully erect and whimpering. Milo moved so he was bent over Branson then licked at the slit, before wrapping his lips around the flushed head and sucking, dragging out the most beautiful moans from Branson.
“Yes, hmmph .” Unintelligible words fell from Branson’s mouth as Milo took him deeper until his nose was brushing against the light blonde hairs at the base of Branson’s cock. I lifted Branson’s t-shirt, gaining access to his pert nipples and he groaned louder, writhing in my lap with each pinch and twist. I pulled his top off, leaving every inch of his smooth skin on display. A crimson flush spread up his neck and cheeks and I laved my tongue over it, from his collarbone to his earlobe.
“Look at you,” I whispered. “So flushed and beautiful, letting us do whatever we want to you.” My eyes caught Milo’s as he sucked on Branson, saliva running down his chin. “I want a taste.”
Milo smiled around the cock in his mouth but didn’t stop. Instead, his dark eyes taunted me as he took Branson deeper, moaning around him. My own dick throbbed, reminding me I was still fully clothed.
“That’s it, just like that, don’t stop.” Branson’s body trembled on my lap, his breath stuttering as he thrust his hips upwards chasing his release. Milo coughed but didn’t let up.
“Come, kitten, fill his mouth. But just know that I will be getting my taste later.” His back arched, and I gripped him tighter as he came, releasing his seed into Milo’s waiting mouth. Milo sucked him dry, licking up every drop. Branson flopped forward, his forehead coming to rest against Milo’s.
Once Branson had caught his breath, Milo climbed off the sofa and I pushed Branson forward until he was face down, his face on the sofa cushion that Milo had just vacated. His gorgeous toned ass was in the air, calling to me. “Perfect, so fucking perfect.” Milo returned a moment later and handed me a bottle of lube. He wore a devious smirk and when my eyes landed on the second bottle in his hand, I chuckled.
“Got plans of your own, do you?”
He grabbed my chin roughly and angled my face towards his before letting a drop of saliva fall between our lips. I lapped it up, savouring the bitterness left behind from Branson’s cum.
“Sure, do. While you’re burying yourself in that sweet ass, I’ll be burying myself in yours.”
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 I needed to leave and I needed them 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.