Page 78 of The Bro-code

That makes two of us.

Emotion overcomes me when I think about how much I’ve missed out on since I lost my virginity at seventeen to my high school sweetheart. “I finally understand what all the hype is about. I even thought people were making this up. I mean other girls. No matter what I did, I could never—I thought there was something wrong with me.”

Tears well up in my eyes again and I hate it. Fuck. I am that girl who cries in bed with a guy. I need to stop because there’s definitely nothing more unsexy than this.

“Hey, hey,” Jagger traps my chin between his fingers, just like he did earlier. “There’s no need to think about it. It’s obvious that we’ve solved the problem. I think another orgasm is just what the doctor ordered and I’m here to deliver.”

He winks at me and that’s what does the trick. “I thought you were studying IT,” I tease him, my shame totally forgotten. “But you obviously know what you’re talking about.”

“Always listen to Dr. Jagger,” he smiles, applying that barely there pressure to my clit with the pad of his thumb. “He’ll take excellent care of you.”

I slide down on his pillows, pulling on the waistband of his shorts. “Do you think we could take care of each other? I’m still going to help you with that good luck bj tomorrow.”

He lifts his hips, helping me slide his shorts down his muscular but trim hips.

His t-shirt is the next thing that flies off onto the floor, followed by my dress that was still bunched up around my waist.

Holy shit.

I’ve seen Jagger shirtless before at pool parties, but nothing could prepare me for the perfection of his naked body. Every square inch of his soft skin covers hard, defined muscle.

Talking about hard, I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips when my eyes land on his cock.

There’s no fucking way all of that will ever fit in my mouth. Jagger is… big.

Like, way bigger than the two guys I’ve been with. So thick that I can barely close my fingers around the base of his impressive erection.

Another thing I had never noticed before, is that there’s a lot more to Jagger than the popular frat boy he shows to everyone at parties and around campus.

I can finally understand why he and Cole are best friends.

“Bay, are you ok?” his voice is full of concern, but his eyes close when I move my closed fist up his hard shaft. “Fuck, that feels… good. No seriously, Bay. Why are you looking at me like that? I told you we don’t have to?—”

“I’m fine. I was just a little surprised by all… this.” I punctuate my words with a gentle squeeze as I reach the pink, velvety skin of his tip.

This time he groans, as a bead of clear liquid appears in the small opening of his cockhead. “You’re very big. Bigger than I’m used to.”

He sucks a shuddering breath in as I smear the precum around with my thumb, using it as lubricant to help me move my hand from base to tip.

“You—you don’t say.” He finally says when I stop moving.

“Oh come on,” I laugh. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know you’re way bigger than my ex. You’ve been playing hockey together since you were freshmen.”

His golden eyes open, focusing on mine. “Not really. These days locker rooms have more partitions and offer more privacy. Not that some guys don’t walk around the locker room buck naked, but for the most part we don’t.”

I knew that. Topher told me that last year when I asked him for help determining who sent my twin sister an unsolicited dick pic.

“Well,” I inform him enjoying how he gets harder with every touch. “It’s official. You’re way bigger than my ex.”

He chuckles, obviously pleased. “I don’t hate knowing that. And,” he says, entering me with a long, thick digit as that wicked thumb continues to play with my clit. “Don’t forget I can also do this.”

His finger moves inside me, curling up to scrape against a spot I didn’t even know I had.

My inner muscles spasm as my clit throbs in answering. “Oh God.” I moan.

From that point on, neither of us talks. The room is filled with my moans and Jagger’s soft, low noises as we explore each other with our fingers.

Earlier Jagger said no pressure and I had sort of convinced myself that the orgasm he gave me when he went down on me was the result of all the pent up pressure I’ve been accumulating practically forever but especially in the last twelve months.

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