Page 89 of Just Bromantically Invested

“I love you too,” he says in a rush. “I love you so fucking much, Madden. It drives me crazy sometimes.”

Then his mouth is on mine again, groceries forgotten at our feet, and I return the kiss with as much passion as he’s giving me. He tastes and feels like my best friend, but the way he’s kissing me fills that need I’ve had for years.

It’s me and Penn and all of my dreams coming true.

We stagger backward down the hall, only breaking apart long enough for me to push his T-shirt up over his head. Our bare chests collide, hands fused to skin, and I touch him in all the places I’ve ever wanted to touch.

Penn’s hard beneath his sweats, so I push those down to free him and line us up together as our legs tangle, and we don’t get anywhere far.

He’s panting as he laughs into my mouth. “I feel like I have eight legs.”

I thrust my dick against his. “Don’t wanna let you go.”

“Only until we get to the couch.”

I shake my head, redirecting him to his bedroom, andthere’s a question in Penn’s eyes as I back him up into there. “Your bed.”

“My bed?”

“I want to fuck you in it.”

Something flares deep in his eyes, and after a breathless minute, he answers. “Okay. Yeah. We can, uh … will it hurt?”

I stroke his face gently, loving his stubble under my fingers. “Maybe uncomfortable at first. Since you’ve never … but we can stop at any point you want to.”

He turns his head to kiss my fingertips before climbing up onto the bed. “How do you want me?”

“Ahh … on your back like that. Yeah … legs wide.”

I’m suddenly a whole lot more nervous than I was. It doesn’t make rational sense, but I want this to be good for Penn. We’ve had sex so many times before, and I can never stop touching him, but this is new for us. It’s something a lot of men don’t like, but I really want to share it with him, and hopefully, he’ll like it as much as I do.

I grab a pillow and get him to lift his hips so I can stuff it under them. His cock is hard and jutting up toward his stomach, so to remind myself there’s no pressure here, I lean in and suck it into my mouth.

Penn lets out a loud sigh, hips tilting slowly as he fucks my face.

Then I pull off, grab the lube, and get into position.

I pour out some onto my fingers, then give myself a few tugs to take the edge off. The sight of Penn on his back, knees spread and ass offered up to me like that is making it hard to concentrate. I’m determined to make it good for him though, so I push all my needs aside, pour out more lube, and move in closer.

He’s still breathing harder than usual as I run my fingers down his crease. He loves when I tease his hole, and it’s nodifferent now as I find that perfect spot and his inhale hitches with want.

“Feels good, huh?”

“For now.” He lets out an easy grin. “You can give me more though.”

I love that he’s trying to sound confident, but I take my time anyway, loosening up the muscles before I ease the tip of my finger in.

He keeps breathing as I keep moving slowly, watching his face for any sign of discomfort or need to stop. I get all the way in to my knuckle before slowly drawing out again.

“How’s that?”

“Good so far.”

I take my time, fucking my finger in and out, and then, before I add another, I lean in and suck his cock into my mouth. Distracting him with a blow job helps because the second finger is harder, and I’m even slower this time as I give his body time to adjust to the stretch. My main focus is on keeping him hard, on teasing his head with my tongue as I loosen him enough for a third. It’s not until I add the next digit that Penn tenses up.

He slips from my mouth as I glance up. “Breathe, Penn. You’ve got this.”

He nods, eyes vulnerable, making a clear attempt to breathe in deep and relax. He doesn’t ask me to stop so I keep stretching, taking way longer than I normally would, and when Penn rotates his hips, pressing back onto my fingers as he fucks my mouth, I take it as a sign he’s ready.

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