Page 87 of The Bro Pact
Wave after wave of cum splashes against my abs, and his lewd moans do me in, triggering my own release. I surge into him one last time, holding my hips still as my cock pulses, pumping load after load into his tight channel until it starts to ooze out around my shaft.
Holy hell.
Pulling out carefully, I flop to the bed, panting heavily.
We lie in silence for a moment, until I force myself to get up and go to the bathroom, cleaning up quickly and returning with a warm washcloth for Ren.
He wipes the sticky cum from his stomach and dick, but leaves my cum to slowly leak out of his ass.
Hot.
We lie face to face, staring at each other in silence, almost like we can’t believe what just happened, or what we’ve been doing this whole trip.
And maybe that’s true.
But I’ll worry about it later, because right now, I’m fucking spent.
Vibrant shades of pink, red, and gold streak the horizon, painting the ocean with an amber hue that sparkles before us.
We made it just in time.
“It’s stunning,” Warren murmurs, climbing over the railing at the end of the pier.
“Whoa. Whoa. What are you doing?” I grab hold of his elbow as he settles on top of the railing, dangling his feet over the edge.
“Just watching the sunset, Ky,” he replies like it’s no big deal and he couldn’t possibly fall thirty feet to his death.
Unease rolls through me, so I step close, wrapping my arms around him tightly, uncaring who sees. I take a deep breath and relax a little, resting my chin on his shoulder as the colors change before us, slowly getting darker.
Before the last bit of daylight is gone, I lean to the side, appreciating Ren’s strong profile against the glowing backdrop of a Californian sunset. My eyes trace the ridge of his nose down to the pout of his lips and along the sharp cut of his jaw.
Ren tilts his head, peering up at me. “You creepin’ on me again?”
I chuckle, not denying it this time. “Yeah. I mean, you’re kinda beautiful,” I admit softly.
A smug little grin stretches his lips, giving me the urge to kiss him. “Aww. You think I’m pretty?” he asks, fluttering his eyelashes.
“You know you are. It’s why I’ve had to chase so many girlsandguys away the past couple weeks.” I give him a quick peck. “But I’m not sharing you on this trip.You’re mine.”
A bubble of worry tries to work its way up my esophagus, but I swallow it down when Ren grabs the back of my neck, kissing me deeper.
He pulls away, both of us panting. “I think I like this possessive side of you, Ky. It’s kinda hot.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Oh yeah?” I kiss along the shell of his ear, making him shiver. “Can I possess your ass again tomorrow?”
Ren bursts out laughing. “That was bad, dude.Possession denied.”
I shrug unapologetically, and we continue to watch the sunset.
God, I don’t want to go home yet.
Everything about this moment feels perfect.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, so I slip it out, expecting it to be my mom checking in on when we’re leaving.
I open my texts, and my heart plummets to the wooden planks below.
It’s Marissa.
