Page 76 of The Bro Pact
Before I can kiss him further, the tables are turned and Ren suddenly flips us so that my back is pressed to the blanket and he’s leaning over me.
“My turn for a taste.” His grin is sinful, and for some reason, I feel like I’m about to be debased.
He reaches for my waistband, intent on getting me naked.
“Ren.It’s broad daylight. Someone could see,” I hiss. “I can’t get arrested if I want to go to law school.”
Ren laughs, pulling my shorts down anyway, allowing my erection to spring free. “No one’s here, this place is completely vacant. Just relax and don’t worry about it. Simply enjoy.” He pushes my legs apart, settling in between them on his belly.
My cock is throbbing, desperate for his wet mouth and pierced tongue, but I can’t ruin my future over one watermelon blow job.
“Ren—”
But as soon as he leans forward and swipes the tip of his tongue against my slit, swirling it around the sensitive skin underneath my crown, every concern melts away.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I moan, closing my eyes as he takes me into his warm mouth, sucking me slowly and deeply before popping off.
“Keep your eyes closed, Ky,” Ren whispers seductively.
A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine and up my dick, making it pulse with desire.
Something cold and wet drips onto my hard cock, and I gasp at the shocking sensation.
“Ren!” I cry out, as the feeling is countered by his hot mouth sucking me like a fucking popsicle.
I bend my knees, placing my bare feet against the blanket and using my leverage to fuck into his mouth.
He reaches between my legs and grabs hold of my balls, tugging on them and driving me wild.
“I’m coming!” I shout, threading my fingers through his soft hair and pressing his head down while I surge forward, shooting my load into the back of his throat.
My cock continues to pulse with aftershocks when he pulls off and flops next to me, coughing a little. “Holy shit, dude. You just owned my mouth.”
I snort at his casualness. “Sorry?”
“No, you’re not,” he chuckles.
“You’re right. I’m not, ’cause I know you fucking loved it.”
“Yup,” he agrees with a raspy chuckle. “I sure as fuck did.”
“For real though, you okay?” I ask, wanting to be certain.
“Perfectly fine, Ky. But thanks for caring,” Warren assures me with a wink before he leans forward and shoves his tongue into my mouth.
He tastes like watermelon and cum.
I smile into the kiss, loving every second of it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KYLE
After the watermelon blow job, we finally leave Arizona, crossing through Nevada, and ending up in California—our final destination.
But before we take PCH up the coast, we stop for a day or two in SoCal to enjoy beach life.
The energy in the RV is thrumming, both of us practically bouncing in our seats as Ren takes the next exit, leading us to the small, secluded beach he found on some random surfing blog.
