No,I think.
Tonight, I’ll have some fun.
4
JORDAN
Feeling a spark of courage, I push Bronson’s pants down. His cock springs out, so hard and... long.
Very long.
Longer than I expected.
“Jordan,” he says when he catches me staring.
“Sorry!” I say. “That’s, uh… that’s one handsome dick you’ve got there.”
“Thank you.”
“Looks... sturdy.”
“Sturdy?”
“Not sturdy! That’s the wrong word.” I peek at it again. “Actually, no. That’s accurate.”
Bronson chuckles. “Jordan.”
“Hm?”
“You can call it whatever you want,” he says, his kiss falling to my neck again. “As long as you moan it.”
I blush nervously. “Oh, okay.”
Bronson sits back on his knees. He touches my thighs, crawling his hands to my shorts. This time, when he pulls them down, I don’t stop him. I straighten my legs, letting him pull them down to my ankles and toss them aside.
And just like that, I’m naked.
And so is he.
I take in the thickness of his arms and the flow of his abs. Biting my cheek, I glance again at his cock, so hard and prominent, pointed up toward his navel. Meanwhile, his eyes wander my breasts as he glides his hands along my thighs.
He looks at my pussy and he bites his bottom lip.
“What?” I ask cautiously.
He looks me over again.“Sturdy.”
I smack his arm. “Don’t make fun of me!”
Bronson chuckles as he grabs my wrists, his mouth forming a deep smirk as he pins my hands above my head. He leans over me and kisses me again. We resume that delightfully familiar rhythm of our bodies flush against one another, our parts teasing and tempting. This time, it’s skin on skin. Body heat on body heat.
“Bronson,” I whisper, his cock so close, my pussy so wet.
He twists to grab his pants, reaching into the pocket for a condom. Seconds pass in a blur, the moments between now and the point of no return getting shorter and shorter. He puts the condom on. He aligns us. He kisses me deeper and deeper still.
Only one thrust away from changing our friendship forever.
Doubt curls in my stomach again, weak but present.