Page 6 of The Step Dare

“Got it.”

I make a quick adjustment before crawling onto the deck and getting our towels from our nearby lounge chairs. I dry off and wrap mine around my waist before helping Bren discreetly get out of the pool. Then we head back to our lounge chairs. I throw my shirt on as Brenner picks up his phone and checks his texts. He takes a minute, responding to someone—someone who caught his attention.

“Your boyfriend text you?” I ask.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, and you know it.”

Even though I meant it as a joke, I probably wouldn’t be bringing it up if there wasn’t this flare of jealousy burning in my chest.

Brenner doesn’t have a boyfriend. Over the summer, we became friends with this frat guy Lance whom we have mutual friends with. Brenner and Lance got pretty tight—tight enough that they were gonna share a room on this trip.

“So is it Lance?” I press, surprised by my interest.

“Yeah, it was him. He’s feeling a lot better.”

“That’s cool,” I say, reminding me of what a fucking asshole I am.

“So…” he says, slipping his phone into his pull-string bag, “your room is closer.”

As his attention returns to me, the tension Lance’s texts stirred eases. We head to the cabins, taking our usual walk back to the room. Since the cruise started four days ago, he’s only blown me once in a restroom, and for obvious reasons, we had to make it quick, so it’ll be nice to have a moment to take our time and fully enjoy the experience.

When we get to the room, Brenner heads in first and practically drags me in behind him. The guy’s so fucking fast, it’shard to keep up with how he even got both our towels on the floor. He pushes his abs up against mine so that our cocks are sliding up against each other. His body radiates heat, his warm breath pushing against my lips.

“Jealous of the little Alpha Theta Mu prez, are you?” he asks as he removes his sunglasses and tucks them into the waistband of his Speedo. “You think I invited him along to give him some of these BJs?”

“Whatever. You know I’d be fine with that.” I haven’t hooked up since that first time we messed around. Knowing him, he must have at some point, which, as I said, is fine by me. “But after we move into the new place, if I find out you’re playingCall of Dutywith him behind my back, I’m gonna lose it.”

“You worried I’m gonna be inviting other buddies over while you’re out making food deliveries?”

A.k.a. my part-time gig while studying finance at Peach State. Perfect for a guy who doesn’t love chatting and wants to work his own hours.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” Bren assures me. “You’re my number one guy.”

It probably shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but I like him calling me that. “Well, your number one guy needs to get off right now.”

He leans back and reaches into my board shorts, his hand sliding over my stiff cock. A smirk plays across his lips as he offers a few pumps.

I fall back against the wall, moaning. “Fuck.”

He pulls his hand away and licks his palm before gripping my cock again and getting to work.

“Fucking hell, how do you do that so good?”

“Lotta practice,” he says, which makes me burst into laughter.

It’s not how I laugh when I’m around other people. With Bren it’s free, uninhibited, because he’s one of the few people I let see me. Really see me.

As my laughter subsides, I notice he’s staring at me—don’t really get why.

“Take these fucking things off,” he says, removing my sunglasses. He slips them into the pocket of my board shorts, continuing to jerk my dick, then leans close, whispering into my ear, “I can feel a future finance bro precoming already,” his hot breath hitting my flesh, making it prick with sensation. He offers another big pump that hits my nerves just right, and my body vibrates before he pulls back and watches my expression again.

“What?” I ask.

His brown eyes light up. “Kind of wanna see yourcome face.”

“Huh?”

“The face you make when you come.”

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