Page 50 of The Bro Date
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SHANE
We come home to an empty house, slipping our shoes off by the front door. I’m so fucking glad that Jake and Spencer stayed back at the fair, because I’m ready to kiss Toby with no one watching and no one home.
“Should we?—”
I cut Toby off, pressing my mouth to his soft, plump lips. He leans into me, whimpering and looping his arms around my neck. I run my hands down his back, over the swell of his ass, and grab the backs of his thighs, kneading them through his jeans. Toby gets the idea, jumping up as I lift him and wrapping his legs around my waist.
Something hard presses into me, catching me off guard, but my body instantly reacts. My cock starts to chub up, and I’m not even mad about it. I walk very carefully up the stairs with Toby clinging to me like a baby spider monkey. We crash through my bedroom door and tumble onto the bed.
Toby lands on top of me, straddling me with a sexy little smirk on his lips. I grab two handfuls of ass, squeezing and kneading and trying not to picture him in that tiny black thong. Or better yet, something red and lacey.
Fuuuck.
I’ve got it bad for him. Game over. I give in completely. It’s not even about protecting him anymore or showing him how he should be treated.
I fucking want him.
Toby leans down and kisses me, grinding his erection against my abs while his tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine.
I squeeze his ass cheeks again, pressing him harder into my stomach while his hips rock against me. “Fuck, Tobes. I love your ass,” I groan into his mouth. “It’s perfect.”
I want to bite it and lick it and try everything possible with it.
The sexed-up thoughts fill my brain out of nowhere, and it’s so unfamiliar yet so exhilarating. I’ve never lusted after anyone this hard. Toby trails feather-soft kisses across my jaw and down my neck, nipping the delicate skin and sending goosebumps sprawling across my body.
How does that feel so good?
He pulls my T-shirt to the side, stretching it out and biting the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. My body automatically jerks, and a shiver runs down my spine, making my cock throb painfully inside my pants.
Toby lifts his head, pupils completely blown. “Is this okay?”
I nod, my chest heaving and nostrils flaring. “You can do whatever you want. No one’s watching, and no one’s judging. It’s just you and me, Tobes.” I slip my hand into his curls and pull his mouth down to mine, angling his head just right and sealing my words with a kiss.
He starts grinding against me again, but faster this time, shamelessly seeking more friction. I deepen the kiss, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging lightly.
I’m so fucking hard for him, I feel like I could explode.
I bend my knees and grip his hips, thrusting against his ass while my cock presses into the seam of my jeans. I don’t give a fuck if I end up with a zipper imprint, I can’t stop moving with him.
Toby whimpers, pulling back ever-so-slightly and moaning into my mouth. “I . . . I think I’m gonna come.”
Red-hot desire shoots through me, my heart rate spiking and adrenaline surging.
I’ve never wanted something so badly in all my life.
My cock aches for him.
“Come for me, butterfly,” I whisper, encouraging him to let go.
Toby immediately cries out, stilling against me as his cock pulses inside his jeans. “Oh my God, Shane!”
Hearing him moan and groan and call my name has my whole body twitching as I come without so much as a gust of air on my dick.
“Holy fucking shit,” Toby pants. “I just came in my underwear.” His already flushed face turns crimson.
There’s absolutely no reason for him to feel embarrassed. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I came too,” I admit, reaching down to adjust my pants and grimacing at the sticky mess.
