Page 116 of The Bro Pact
I step closer to his big body, trembling with nerves and grabbing his hand. “Am I a fool for thinking it’s you, Kyle? My best friend?” I stare into his bright blue eyes, swirling with what feels like long-repressed emotions. “Is it really that crazy to think we were meant to end up together?” I ask, needing to make sure he’s okay with this. “I’m really vulnerable right now, Ky. My heart is on my sleeve.”
The history we share is both overwhelming and magnificent. The kind of easygoing relationship I have with no one else on this Earth.
I can’t allow him to crush me twice—I wouldn’t survive.
“I think I always knew,” Kyle whispers, and it’s so soft I almost don’t hear him. “It’s you, Ren.It’s us.Always has been.”
It feels like a dream come true to hear the words, and I pounce on him, peppering hot kisses along his jaw and sucking on his neck before I even make it to his lips.
I need to mark him.
Let everyone know he’s mine.
“Do you have lube?” Kyle pants into my mouth, and I nod frantically, getting my wallet out and grabbing the small packet from it before tossing it to the side.
My shoes are next, then my pants and shirt, and soon enough I’m standing before him in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs.
Kyle squats before me, peering up with a shy little smile that reminds me of the very beginning. “Can I?” he asks, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and tugging slightly.
I nod, chewing on my lip in anticipation of feeling his mouth on me once again.
He pulls my briefs down, allowing my erection to spring free in front of his face.
I’m so fucking turned on that I moan loudly when Kyle leans forward to lick the bead of precum from my slit.
“Fuuuck, Ky. Do it again,” I beg.
He obliges, licking around the head and tracing the bulging vein along my shaft with his tongue. “Swallow me,please,” I groan desperately, weaving my fingers through his hair and applying a little pressure.
Kyle’s soft lips envelop the head of my cock, and he wiggles his tongue against my length as he takes more of me into the back of his throat.
“Fuuuck. I missed your mouth so much, baby.”
Kyle bobs faster with my words, so I keep it up. “So good. You’re doing so good. I’m gonna come,” I warn, and he pulls off, leaving me on the edge and wanting. “Argh!Kyle!Fuck!”
“Turn around and bend over,” he suddenly commands with puffy red lips. His calm words cut through my annoyance, and I immediately listen to him, completely unashamed with presenting my ass.
I’m ready.
“Ahh!” The high-pitched squeal that comes out of me when Kyle licks a long stripe from my balls to the top of my crease proves that I was in fact,notready.
Kyle just chuckles, before going back in for more. He circles my hole with his tongue, pushing and probing until he spears it inside.
I’m bent over and touching my toes while Kyle eats my ass.
The thought alone nearly sends me over the edge, but he once again pulls away at the worst possible moment, leaving me on the edge.
“Kyle! Goddammit!” I pant, working up a sheen of sweat on my forehead.
I stand back up on shaky legs, and he steadies me when all the blood rushes to my head. If this is his way of making up, I’m not so sure I’m into it.
“Be patient,” Kyle chuckles, but I think by now he knows that’s not my strong suit.
He peers around at the lack of furniture, his blue eyes landing on our only option—the kitchen island. A slow smirk curls his swollen lips, and I laugh as both of us move in unison.
I toss him the packet of lube, and it doesn’t take long before I’m bent over the island with two fingers sliding into me. I groan at the pleasant stretch, already having had his tongue soften me up.
“God, I missed this, Ky,” I whisper as he begins to pick up the pace.
