Page 72 of The Bro-code

Sweet Jesus.

I could just kiss this woman all day and it would never get old.

Since the second I found her at my door, I’ve been dying to touch her hair and it’s even softer and silkier than I remembered.

I have no idea how long we kiss. I just know that kissing Bay erases any other kiss I’ve ever had.

My teeth graze her bottom lip and the little noise that comes from the back of her throat, the way she fists the fabric of my t-shirt to keep me from moving away, are fucking everything.

The explosive chemistry between us makes me want more. I mean, I know there’s gonna be more since she just offered to blow me, but I realize that I don’t want to wait until tomorrow to get closer to her.

The last time we kissed, we were in front of pretty much half the campus population, so I had to keep things strictly PG.

This is different since we’re in my room and we have privacy.

My hand leaves her hair, caressing its way down the column of her neck, tracing her delicate collar bone; the journey continues down her side as my fingers tease the side of her breast, testing the waters.

Bay doesn’t move away, she leans into my touch, deepening the kiss even further.

I don’t waste any time and close my hand over the perfect globe of her tit, feeling its weight; it’s round, soft and yet perky, a little more than a handful. Which is something, considering that I have big hands.

“Oh.” She moans as the pad of my thumb finds her little hard nipple.

That’s it.

I need to see her tits, to close my mouth over her nipples and suck and lick.

Another idea springs in my mind. She’s gonna make me come tomorrow in the locker room, it’s only fair I return the favor.

And since I’m a very giving kind of guy, I’ll pay it forward and make sure that Bay comes over and over and over before she leaves my room.

With my mind made up, I lift her up, encouraging her to wrap her sexy thighs around my hips.

I don’t miss the opportunity to slip my fingers under the hem of her dress and tease the silky skin of her buttocks.

Who said that men can’t multitask? I do all that while I keep kissing her and I walk us to the king sized bed that takes most of the wall opposite my bedroom door.

BAY

We land on Jagger’s bed in a heap of hands, mouths and tongues. That’s when I realize that the kiss I wanted as a quid pro quo for helping with his good luck ritual has turned into a full blown make out session.

God, everything he’s doing feels so good and he’s so handsome that I would do anything he wants. I would blow him right here and now.

That’s the thought that ruins everything.

It hits me what I just promised him to do tomorrow and… what if I blow it?

Normally the pun I just came up with would make me laugh, but this is serious and the fear that I might not measure up to all the bunnies he’s done this with is too much to handle.

A pained groan escapes me just as Jagger closes his mouth on my taut nipple through the fabric of my dress and sucks hard, biting softly at the end.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he murmurs, raising his head and searching my gaze with his. “Did I hurt you?”

It would be easy to lie and let him believe that’s what’s wrong with me, but it wouldn’t be fair.

I shake my head, second guessing every decision I made in the last twenty minutes.

“Bay,” Jagger scoots up, cupping my face with a big, gentle hand. “If I did something wrong, I’m sorry. I?—”

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