Page 49 of The Bro Pact
He hesitates a moment before blurting out his question. “Am I a good kisser?”
I hate seeing Kyle unsure of himself, so I smash any lingering insecurities away. “A fucking champion, bro.”
His smile is lopsided and so fucking endearing I have the overwhelming urge to kiss him again. “Truth or dare,” I ask, hoping he chooses the latter.
“Dare.”
Yes!
I do a mental fist pump.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
Kyle’s baby-blue gaze darkens, and without either of us uttering another word, we stand, set our drinks down, and collide in the middle. Nothing but firm grips, soft skin, and hard muscles.
But it’s his move to make, not mine.
Catching me off guard, Kyle lunges forward, pressing his lips to mine in a demanding kiss. My impatience must be wearing off on him because his tongue snakes out, slipping into my mouth like a starving man. We’re feasting on each other as if we don‘t know where our next meal is coming from.
Kyle reaches up, wrapping a strong hand around my throat and squeezing gently while he continues to explore the deep recesses of my soul with his tongue.
An embarrassing whimper escapes my lips at his possessive grip.
My stomach flutters, and my dick hardens.
Fuck. I like it.
Our erections grind into each other and Kyle shifts, shoving a thick thigh between my legs, allowing me to rub myself against him as we kiss like our very lives depend on it.
I finally pull away, panting heavily as Kyle chases after me for more.
There’s just something so sexy and so different about being ravaged by a man, and I can’t help but feel curious for more.
We sit down again, focusing back on the game.
“Truth or dare,” Kyle breathes out, his eyes at half-mast, lips red and puffy.
He looks as horny as me.
I choose truth again, wanting him to ask me something else juicy before I choose dare and most likely get too drunk to answer any questions.
“What did you think of that random boner we saw?” A slight blush stains his cheeks, and for some reason I’m glad that my cock was the first one he laid eyes on in real life, and not the stranger from the beach.
I chuckle, picturing the surprise on the dude’s face when he finally noticed us. “That guy had a big ’ol sausage dick. Imagine poor Cassie, whoever she is, trying to take that thing.”
“You’re a pig,” Kyle laughs, throwing a grape at me, but I catch it in my mouth instead.
“You know you were thinking the same thing when you saw that massive cock.” I shrug casually, but if I’m being honest with myself, there’s no denying the strange curiosity bubbling deep in my gut.
“You seem awfully set on thinkin’ ’bout dicks,” Kyle mumbles, looking a little tipsy even though he’s only been sipping his beer.
Lightweight.
“Nah. Besides, it was your question, not mine. Seems like you’re the one thinking about cock.” I sip my beer, covering the sudden awkwardness with more alcohol. “Anyway. Truth or dare, Ky,” I ask, returning our focus to the game.
“Uh. Dare,” he replies, somewhat hesitantly.
“Take two shots of whiskey.” I pour whiskey in red plastic shot glasses, handing them over.
