13. Milly
It isn”t cold when we emerge from the water, and I think it”s because of the warm feeling I get whenever I”m close to Branch, which is happening now with Archer. Branch leads me out and makes his way to the large daybed at the end of the beach.
Archer leaps up in front of us and rushes ahead, shucking his shirt and pants along the way. He then crawls to the head and sits with his legs spread apart and a dazed smile on his face.
Branch takes my shoulders and spins me around so I”m facing him.
”Are you okay with both of us?” he asks softly, tipping my chin up so I can look into his eyes. After I give him a nod of consent, he pushes me down on the bed in front of him, and Archer reaches forward grabbing a wrist in each hand. He then hauls me to the head of the bed with him and crosses my hands over my chest, his own entangled with mine but leaving the lower half of my body unrestrained and exposed.
One side of my bikini top has come loose, and Archer moves his thumb in circles around the hard nipple popping out, his big hands massaging the rest. Branch looks down at us hungrily, and I lick my lips when I notice the top of his erection peeking out from his shorts.
”Let”s take care of that bikini for you,” he says, reaching down for the ties and taking his sweet time undoing each side. Now, I know I tied them tightly, but there is no way they are that secure, and I feel like he”s purposely tormenting me by moving at a snail”s pace.
I let out a moan of frustration, but Archer cranes his head in front of me and swallows it in his mouth.
”Little impatient, are we? Tisk, tisk,” Branch says, clicking his tongue at me. ”What should we do about that, Arch?”
I can feel Archer”s rumbling laugh behind me as he slips his hand under the other side of my bikini top and squeezes both my tits from behind.
”You”re one to talk, Branch, you”re two seconds away from dry humping the sand,” he says while rolling his fingers over each nipple and pinching until I let out a small squeal. I arch my back against him, and he chuckles before burying his face in my neck. His teeth graze against my throat as he sucks possessively on the tender skin, and I feel my body shiver in pleasure.
”That”s what we rabbits do best,” says Branch. ”Tiger types, like you, take too long to do anything.”
Branch bends over both Archer and myself, his hands on either side of my hips, and uses his head to nudge Archer”s hands away from my chest. Archer lets out a long sigh that sounds like a deep, rumbling purr as he repositions my arms to take each of my wrists and hold them down by my sides.
I wiggle against the day bed, and with my bikini bottoms long gone, the sea breeze tickles the sensitive folds between my legs. I push my hips up, desperately seeking some sort of touch, but Branch ignores me and instead starts drawing long circles over each of my breasts with his tongue.
I can push my chest towards him, but with Archer holding my hands against the bed, I can”t move much beyond that. He must sense my squirming because he lets out another purring laugh and shifts himself behind me. His erection is rock hard against my back, and the heated tip of his cock feels moist against my skin.
Branch stops licking my tits and moves forward on the bed so he can better grab each breast in his hands. He then takes one in his mouth and suckles at my nipple, rubbing his palm against the other and then pushing them together for a delicious tension.
He brings his head up and nuzzles his face into my neck. While breathing in deeply, one hand releases me and reaches behind my back to take hold of Archer, and with a deep groan of pleasure, Archer releases my hands. But Branch is quick and snatches his hand away in an instant to grab at my waist and flip me around so that I”m on my knees facing Archer on the bed, and Branch is kneeling behind me.
Branch taps at my ass cheeks with his hard length and tickles his fingers over my aching pussy. His actions make me groan as a greedy tightness builds between my legs.
”You”re such a tease,” laughs Archer, folding his arms behind his head and watching us.
”And you”re a lazy lout, just sitting there and letting me do all the work,” answers Branch as he continues to tickle my core with his fingers.
”Would you two stop bickering and fuck me already,” I blurt out and immediately gasp at my outburst.
”That gasp is so cute,” Archer murmurs, leaning forward and grabbing the sides of my face with his hands. His mouth claims mine in a frenzy, his tongue moving in demanding circles inside my mouth. Our teeth clash together as I return the kiss just as hungrily, and I gasp again into his mouth when I feel Branch insert two of his fingers into my throbbing opening from behind.
”Fuck her for me, Branch,” hisses Archer against my lips.
”With my hand, the whole dick, or just the tip?” asks Branch, and Archer growls into my mouth and gently bites at my lips as if he were taking some of his frustration out on me.
”Don”t you want him to fuck you?” Archer moans into my mouth and continues his deep and commanding kiss, so I can”t even respond. I reach out to grab his hard length and find that I have to use both hands in order to stroke his entire pulsing erection.
The tip of his cock glistens in the sunlight with pre-come, and I can”t help but stare at it with wide eyes before bending over to take part of him in my mouth. He lets out a deep moan as he leans back, hands folding behind his head once more.
I can feel Branch crane his neck around to look, and a thrill creeps up my spine at having him watch me give someone else pleasure.
”How about this, Arch?” Branch asks Archer as he begins to pump his fingers inside my wet opening, and I feel Archer”s cock twitch inside my mouth in response.
At the same time, Archer pushes his hips up, and because he”s so large, it triggers a gag reflex, and I make a small choking sound and pull up from him. As I do, pre-come and saliva coat my chin, and Archer leans forward to wipe my face with his fingers.
”Just use your hands, Milly, I don”t want you to choke,” he chuckles. ”Besides, your mouth is wonderful but I”d rather be buried deep in that warm, sweet pussy of yours.”
”Sorry, Arch, but it”s my turn,” Branch teases, pulling and massaging my ass cheeks like he did the night before. ”You can have next.”
”Fine,” Archer says, leaning back. ”But you better stop screwing around and actually fuck, or I”m going to have to cut in line.”
”You two are terrible,” I try to say, but the words come out in a tumble because Branch has suddenly removed his fingers from me and is sliding his hot, solid member inside my needy center.
Archer scoots back on the bed, propping himself on several pillows, and takes his cock into his own hands as he watches me. He strokes it slowly with hooded eyes as the first of Branch”s thrusts make my whole body lurch forward on the bed, my tits swinging under me.
I let out a gasp as Branch pulls out almost completely before driving back inside with a moan of deep pleasure. His rocking hips make the whole bed quiver beneath us, and I reach out to place a hand on either of Archer”s calves to help steady myself. It”d be a big mood killer if I were to get thrusted off the bed and land face first in the sand.
”Lick him,” Branch commands as he reaches down and grabs my hair in one of his hands. He puts gentle pressure on my scalp to bend my head and shoulders towards Archer”s outstretched and throbbing cock. ”Lick him like he”s a melting ice cream cone.”
Archer moves his hands towards the thick, tree trunk base of his member and tilts himself upwards so I can get to him easier. Then I start by placing soft kisses on his knuckles before leaning in and slurping my lips just above his fingers.
Branch”s pumping makes it hard to keep upright, so I have to grind my elbows into the bed while still holding onto Archer to keep from being thrown overboard. I don”t mind, though, because he”s hitting all the sensitive, hard-to-reach places deep inside me, and the tension that”s building up is so delicious that I suddenly can”t hold onto it anymore, and a tidal wave of pleasure releases. My muscles contract around Branch”s cock and make him utter another deep pleasure-filled groan as he continues to thrust himself inside my quivering center.
When the last of the rocking waves subside, I lick my lips and build up some saliva in my mouth before proceeding to drag my tongue upwards and over the head of Archer”s massive cock. I heed his advice and don”t take him in, and instead circle the tip”s opening with my lips, teasing and tickling him so much that his own hips buck towards my mouth and his eyes roll back in his head. I make sure to pull away before he can come, though, and he lets out a low, groaning sound at the sweet torture.
Concentrating on Archer becomes impossible because my whole body is responding to the fullness I feel from Branch and the warm glowing pull between us. It”s not as frenzied as before, but there is still an unmissable connection between us, a string pulled tight, one end on him and I on the other.
But that same original pull is also there with Archer, and my mind attempts to work at it to understand what is driving me to get that same attached feeling with Archer as I do with Branch, but, well, it”s hard enough to concentrate on not falling off the bed, let alone to ponder the mysteries of fucking.
Then Branch pulls out quickly and flips me over to my back, the shock of pulling me out of my thoughts and back into a hazy, dreamlike state. I think he might finish on my stomach, but he strokes his slick cock and holds it above my chest.
”I”m going to come all over your tits,” he tells us, and I whimper in reply because one of his hands holds his twitching member over my chest, and the other reaches down and pinches my clit. ”But you need to come for me one more time.”
His deep, needy voice doesn”t have to tell me twice, and I feel my body respond to his words. Archer lets out a moan as he watches from behind, and I bend my head back to look at him. His eyes are on Branch”s fingers as they press, circle, and tweak at my sore and expecting pussy.
”Come for us, Milly,” says Archer as his hands move in jerky motions up and down the red, pulsing skin of his memorably long cock. And at his words, I feel the sparks and waves come crashing down on me at the same time Branch releases his hot, sticky come over my breasts, smothering my pink nipples in white cream.
Archer lets out a deep moan but hasn”t come yet, and just when I think he is about to, someone once again interrupts us by calling out in a shrill voice through the leaves at the beach”s entrance.
”Branch Thicket!” a woman screams, and both Branch and Archer freeze. The blissful after-sex feeling all but evaporates from my senses as I scramble for my towel and hastily wipe myself down before wiggling back into my bikini and clothes.
”Was that... Mrs. Thronewill?” asks Archer, his erection deflating in front of my eyes.
”Couldn”t be,” says Branch with narrowed eyes. ”Colt wouldn”t let her on the island, would he?”
”No, I wouldn”t,” a secondary voice says through the trees and is followed up by the island”s owner, Colt, walking onto the beach with us. He won”t make eye contact with me but doesn”t seem put out by Branch and Archer standing in the nude in front of him.
”Then why am I hearing her scream my name?”
”Because that woman is loud, and even louder when she”s upset,” answers Colt, pinching his nose between his eyes as if in pain. ”I sort of barricaded her in the plane she flew in on.”
”How”d she even get here? I thought Flint was the only one who knew the route to our island,” asks Archer.
”I don”t know, but I”d like to find out,” Branch grumbles, cracking his knuckles and staring with a frown toward the foliage concealing the island before us.
Archer turns to me, his face stoic, and Branch does the same, but his expression reads concern. Colt, on the other hand, looks directly at me now, his blue eyes reaching into my soul and tapping at a long-buried memory that refuses to surface. I can”t wrap my head around why he looks so familiar as if I should know who he is. It”s making my mind hurt trying to figure it out because I”ve been so tapped out mentally since I got to this island.
”Mills,” Colt says softly, turning towards me. ”I think you know why Pamela Thronewill is here.”
And there it is, my name ”Mills” coming from that mouth and the scattered memories rushing at me. They push me off my feet and floor; I sit down on the nearest lounger, looking up at the three faces staring down at me.
”Colt, why do I think I”ve seen you before?” I ask, shaking my head at the memories that don”t really seem to be coming together. I know this man, but I don”t.
”Don”t change the subject,” Branch chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and then looking back at Colt.
”Do you know her?” asks Archer, ignoring Branch.
”I did...once,” Colt answers. ”But I don”t think she can remember, maybe the memories were damaged because...”
”Because I was damaged? What do you mean by that?” I ask, gripping my hair and looking down at the sand between my toes. I”m beyond frustrated with all these jumbled thoughts and memories! ”Everything has just been so confusing since I got here. I can”t think straight and it”s not just because I”m surrounded by hot men...”
”Aww, you think I”m hot,” hums Branch.
”Not the time, Branch,” Archer grumbles.
”I just want someone to explain to me what”s going on,” I say, wrapping my hands tightly around my stomach and at the pit of fear growing inside. ”If one of you knows something you”re not telling me, you better spit it out now.”
”I can explain some of it,” says Branch, leaning down to my level and lifting my face.
”I also have theories,” Archer says, putting a hand on my shoulder.
”I can help too, but only if you talk to us about how you forged all those documents and made yourself heir to the Taylor family fortune,” says Colt, and my stomach drops in fear.