Page 58 of The Bro Date
The praise goes straight to my dick, and I want to impress him further, so I lean forward and swipe my tongue along his slit, collecting the glistening beads of precum. Shane sucks in a sharp breath of air as his salty flavor bursts across my tongue.
“Tobes . . .” His breathy plea spurs me on, so I take his entire cockhead into my mouth and suck, teasing the sensitive underside with my tongue. Shane weaves his fingers into my curls, grabbing hold and guiding me. I use one hand to grip the base of his cock and stroke him while I suck. Shane grunts and twitches, tightening his grip on my hair like he’s fighting his control.
I release his cock with a pop, continuing to stroke him. “Just let go, Shane. I got you,” I whisper as I peer into dark, vulnerable eyes. “I promise. I got you.Always.Trust me and let go.”
Without another word, I focus on his dick again and start sucking and stroking him in time with his small, gentle thrusts.
Not even a minute later, Shane’s movements stutter. “Gonna come,” he murmurs, warning me moments before.
Instead of pulling off and letting him finish in my hand, I press my face further into his groin, inhaling his musky, clean scent. Shane’s cockhead fills the back of my throat, triggering his releaseandmine. His dick pulses in my mouth and I suck harder, draining every last drop before his softening cock slips out of my mouth.
“Fucking hell, butterfly,” Shane pants in pure amazement, staring down at me in awe.
I smile up at him with warm cheeks, feeling proud, sticky, and also satisfied after I came in my pants.
Again.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TOBY
Ever since the blow job last weekend, Shane has been more touchy-feely than usual. When we’re around the house, he doesn’t care if Jake or Spencer sees when he gives me a quick kiss in the hallway. But between Shane’s job and my extra practice sessions for the end-of-the-year symphony and concerto, we haven’t had time to hang out or hook up since.
My phone suddenly buzzes in my early morning English Lit class, pulling me from my thoughts. I sneak it out and check my texts under the desk. This class has a hundred students in it, and I’m sitting at the top, so the professor can’t see me.
I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.
The simple yet hot-as-fuck text has my face turning bright red as if the entire class can read his message. My heart starts to beat faster, and my dick chubs up.
Shit.
I take a deep, calming breath and will the boner away.
I can’t stop thinking about your dick.
I hit send before I can second-guess myself, chewing on my lip nervously while I wait for Shane’s response.
Meet me by the fountain in the quad at noon.
I’ll be there.
I put my phone away and attempt to focus on the professor’s lecture. But it’s hard because all I can think about is what else I want to do with Shane’s cock.
My next class crawls by just as slowly, but it’s finally noon and time to meet up with Shane.
I’m sitting on the edge of the iconic pineapple fountain, surrounded by flowers and palm trees, waiting for Shane to get here. A refreshing breeze surrounds me, but the sun’s too bright, so I dig my sunglasses out of my bag and slip them on.
A penny suddenly flies past my head, plopping into the water next to me. I glance up, shielding the sun with my hand.
“Hey,” I say, getting up from the edge and just standing there in front of him.
“Hey,” he replies, sweeping his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head.
“What was that?” I ask, hiking a thumb over my shoulder at the penny in the fountain.
“Just making a wish I hope will come true.”
“Oh yeah?” I murmur as he steps into my space, staring down at me intensely.
