Page 90 of Just Bromantically Invested

I let his dick free again and straighten up, slowly drawing my fingers out of his hole.

“You ready?”

He tries to smile. “I have no way of knowing that.”

“True.” I tear open the condom and roll it down my length before covering it in a ridiculous amount of lube. “I don’t careif I’m balls-deep inside you and you need to stop. If it happens, you tell me.”

The look in Penn’s eyes makes me weak. “Promise.”

I position myself at his hole, dick aching at how close I am to pushing inside, and I hold back for a moment while I savor it.

I’ve got him stretched enough that there isn’t much resistance as I push forward, and it’s bone melting the way his body wraps around me. My dick is in heaven, and while the lube and the way his ass is sucking me in would make it so easy to push forward with one thrust, everything in me is holding back. I have one hand braced on his thigh and the other fisting my balls as I force myself to take my time. I’m watching Penn, and his gaze is directed toward where I’m entering him.

“You good?” I check.

“I’ll tell you if I’m not.”

I’ve got to keep trusting him to do that.

It feels like an eternity before I give the last small push and I’m fully inside. My muscles slowly unlock, and I carefully lower myself until I’m hovering over Penn. He immediately wraps his legs around my waist.

“Need a minute?”

“I think so.” He shifts in position, and it feels so good on my cock. “I think it feels okay.”

“Can I move?”

“Give it a try. Slowly.”

It’s torture to draw myself out and slowly sink back in, and when his lips part and he doesn’t protest, I do it again. My first few thrusts are slow and measured to let him adjust to the intrusion, but the more I move, the more lust flares to life in his gaze.

“Ahhh. That felt good,” he rasps.

I give him the same angle, and his nails bite into my shoulder.

“Keep going.”

There we are.Knowing Penn’s at that stage where he’s enjoying it is exactly what I needed. I don’t give in to the urge to fuck him hard but press deep, move faster, loving the way I fill him.

“Shit, Madden.” He twists a hand into my hair and pulls me into a kiss. My scalp stings under his grip, and the pain trickles down to my balls. I’m so fucking hard it’s nearly impossible to keep up my steady rhythm, but somehow, I manage to stay in control.

His hips rock to meet mine, mouth bruisingly hard, and his legs wrapped around my waist are tugging me to him over and over.

It’s so hard to believe this is Penn. After wanting him for so long, dreaming about this, touching myself to fantasies of him riding me, we’re actually here, doing it, and he’s as eager for it as I am.

He grunts into my mouth, grip on my back hard as he runs his nails down it. “More.”

I give way to my instincts. I curl fists into the sheets as I break our kiss and fuck him as hard and fast as I can. My mind-melting orgasm is so close, and when Penn starts making delicious noises under me, when he reaches for his cock and I get to watch him jerk off while I fuck him, it’s a struggle not to let go.

I really doubt I can make it, but I’m determined to see him come before I do. With his first time under me, I want to give this to him. My eyes are glued to the way his cock peeks out of his fist with every down stroke, precum leaking steadily out of the darkened tip, and just when I think I’m not going to last, Penn clamps tight around my dick and comes. His cock pulses with every shot of cum, and that sets me off.

I unload into the condom, milking the high for as long as I can before collapsing on top of him.

When I’ve finally caught my breath, I force myself to pull out, and then I get up, ditch the condom, and duck out of the room to grab a wet cloth so I can clean him up.

Penn’s biting down on his lip when I get back. “So …”

“Did you like it?”

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