Page 60 of Just Bromantically Invested

I lean in slowly, both to give him time to change his mind and to live in this moment for the last time. Our first kiss. The ridiculous number of times I’ve pictured this and how it would happen doesn’t come close to the nerves taking over as I close the distance between us.

Then Penn leans in too.

In every single one of my fantasies, I caught Penn by surprise, but as his hand wraps in the front of my shirt and pulls me closer, I’m given something it never occurred to me to want.

Penn needing this as much as I do.

Our lips meet, mouth on mouth, and a wash of lust sweeps through my whole body. Penn’s stubble scrapes my skin, delicious and rough, and the soft sigh he lets out sets my blood on fire. I sweep my tongue over his lips, and he opens for me, tongue meeting mine. Masculine, warm, tasting like Penn and all I’ve ever wanted.

I can’t stop kissing him. He’s having the same problem. Penn’s mouth feels like a dream.

He gently pushes me back until I’m stretched out over the couch and his body blankets mine. All hard lines, solid weight, and way too many fucking clothes.

My cock is aggressively hard, trying to push for more as I take my time, extending our first kiss for as long as I can. I’m not in a hurry, and if Penn only wants to kiss me tonight, it’ll still be the greatest night of my life.

The rushed hand jobs might have been fun, but the crash right after them wasn’t. Here, now, there are no secrets between us, and he’s kissing me anyway.

Penn rolls his hips, bringing his hard dick down into contact with mine, and that’s the thing that has our mouths separate.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp.

“This okay?”

“When it comes to sex, I will never say no.”

He chuckles, and I love the way his eyes light up. “You must have some limits.”

“None.”

“Foot stuff?”

I shrug awkwardly under him. “Not my thing, but with you, yes.”

“What about a golden shower?”

“If it’s what you really want.”

“Well, I’m not into either of those things, but there still has to be something.”

I take a second to actually think about that seriously. “I have no limits when it comes to you.”

He kisses me again, and this time, there’s more urgency to it. More confidence. Penn’s a fucking incredible kisser, and while I hope I’m the first man he’s ever kissed, that isn’t holding him back.

“You’re wearing clothes in my apartment,” he says, nipping my jaw. “You know how I feel about that.”

I swallow roughly and ask, “Undress me?”

“Yes. I’d love to.”

Penn reaches for the bottom of my polo shirt, and I help as he pushes it up and over my head. Then he kneels and reaches for my shorts. Having his hands so close to my aching cock is a recipe for torture, and as his fingers curl under the waistband to gently peel my shorts down my thighs, it’s the first time I’ve ever felt so raw and vulnerable with my clothes off.

I wonder if he likes what he sees.

A shaky exhale gives me my answer, and Penn leans in to swipe his tongue over my nipple.

“Wait.” I sit up, face level with his chest, his dick digging into my pec, and I push his shirt up his body. Penn tugs it over his head and tosses it on the floor, and then I hold his gaze as I undo the button on the front of his work pants.

I’m desperate to get his cock in my hand again, but I take my time, loving that I get to do this. That I get to reveal his body, and this time, I can look my fill.

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