Page 72 of The Bro Pact
I do as he says, closing my eyes and allowing the sensations to take over. His warm, wet tongue travels down to my nipple, licking and lapping.
“Oh God, I didn’t know that could feel so good.” Ren tugs on the tender nub with his teeth, distracting me from my sadness.
Continuing his assault down my abs to the edge of my briefs, he stops for a moment and presses his face into the fabric, inhaling deeply and catching me off guard.
Marissa always complained if I had the faintest musky smell, so to have Ren relish and appreciate me, enjoying my body for what it is, has me ready to come in my underwear like an overeager teenager.
My erection is straining against the front of my briefs, dying to be released. Ren slips his fingers into the waistband, yanking them down to my thighs and allowing my cock to spring free.
He presses his face to my groin once again, breathing me in. “Fuck, Ky. I love your scent.” He starts to pepper kisses around the base of my cock, flicking his tongue ring out and trailing it up the underside of my length.
A long groan escapes me as he gets to the tip, gathering the precum there.
“And I love your taste.” He swallows, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking hard.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, grabbing onto the back of his head and gathering the long hair there. I use my grip to push him down further, getting a sick thrill out of the gagging noise he makes.
I ease up, allowing him to take a breath before pushing him down even further. We continue at this pace, and it doesn’t take long before I’m shooting down his throat.
“You’re a hair-puller,” Ren teases, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not gonna lie, that’s pretty fucking hot. I’m used to it the other way around, but I can’t deny I like to be on the receiving end.” Warren winks, and I can feel the heat traveling to my cheeks.
I’m afraid to take things as far as actual sex. There’s no coming back from that.
There just isn’t.
If you fuck your best friend, things either end up absolutely magical or completely fucking toxic.
And ruined.
I would hate for Ren and I to end up as the latter.
Just as Ren starts to pull his briefs down, my phone goes off.
“Shit! It’s my mom. I need to answer this. I missed her call last time we were messing around, and you know how worried she gets.”
Warren throws his head back onto the bed, adjusting his dick in his underwear. “Preparing for blue balls,” he whines, and I toss a pair of shorts at him before slipping on my own.
I grab my phone as we both sit against the headboard, FaceTiming her back.
“Well, don’t you two look cozy!” she says in greeting.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hey, Mama Carol.”
“I’m a little hurt you haven’t kept in touch better, but it seems like this trip has brought you boys even closer together, and that just makes me so happy.”
This is awkward.
Why do I feel so awkward?
“See? You don’t always need girls around to have fun. Two boys can have a perfectly fine time together.”
I nearly choke on my own spit, my face on fire.
I hope she doesn’t notice.
“If she only knew,” Ren mutters, and I kick his leg off camera.
