Page 65 of The Bro Pact
Chelsea and I exchange social media while our best friends drunkenly argue over the last jalapeño.
“I need to wash my hands,” Ren says, standing from the table and peering around for the bathrooms.
“We’ll catch you later. It was fun hanging out!” I holler to Chelsea as I follow after Ren, making sure I don’t lose him in the crowd.
I push through the men’s room door, glancing around at the few other people standing at urinals or washing their hands.
Ren is at one of the sinks, so I stand next to him with my arms crossed, waiting for him to finish.
“So, you think it’s nice when I suck your cock?” Ren says way too loudly, and the man two sinks down stares at us in the mirror with wide, unblinking eyes.
My dick starts to harden in my pants despite the uncomfortable situation.
I shush him, grabbing his wrist and storming out of there and straight for the exit.
The ride home is ripe with sexual tension as the oblivious Uber driver bobs his head to the EDM song he’s blasting.
My cock is throbbing in my jeans, so I subtly press the heel of my palm to my straining erection, adjusting it.
The driver drops us off right in front of the RV, and as soon as he drives away, Ren practically launches himself at me.
Our lips seal together, and our tongues tangle as we stumble to the RV.
Ren struggles to get the keys out of his tight jeans, so I brush his hand away impatiently, shoving my own deep into his pocket and grazing his hard cock along the way. I slide them out and unlock the door, swinging it open and kicking it shut behind me.
We shed our clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs as we make our way to the bedroom.
I need to feel his mouth on me, and I think I’m ready to give him that same pleasure in return.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
WARREN
Kyle shoves me to the bed, climbing on top and kissing me fiercely.
No,possessively.
Fuck, it’s getting me hot.
He kisses across my jaw and nibbles on my earlobe before sucking on my neck and licking at that tender hollow behind my ear. My hands start to roam his broad back, enjoying the feel of his smooth, hard muscles.
Kyle’s attention moves south, and his soft lips brush over my nipple, tugging on the piercing and teasing my sensitive flesh.
“Do that again,” I breathe out, sounding desperate but not caring.
I never liked when girls played with my piercing, but when Kyle drags his lips over the tight little bud for a second time, I feel like I could explode.
His soft mouth continues exploring my chest, licking along the ridges of my stomach until he gets to the place that’s straining for his attention.
But now that my cock is directly in front of his face—mere inches from his lips—I can see the nerves and uncertainty shining through.
I reach down, cupping his jaw. “Hey.” Kyle peers up at me, my cock bobbing in between us. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.Ever.With me or anyone else.You hear?”
“It’s not like that.I want to,” Kyle says, glancing off to the side for a second. “I just . . . I don’t want to be bad. What if I’m terrible at blow jobs? What if I accidentally put my teeth all over you and gnaw on it like a dog with a bone?”
It takes everything in me to hold in my laughter, deciding to reassure my best friend instead of snickering at the ridiculous visual he just painted. But I can see the true worry and hesitation in his baby blues, and he needs to know that’s not even a possibility.
“You could never be terrible because it'syou, Kyle. I’m pretty sure you could make me come from one lick.”
