Page 64 of The Bro Date
“No, you won’t,” I laugh, rolling my eyes. “You . . . you could jerk off on me again if you want?” I offer. “I really like that.”
“Where?” he growls, his voice deep and rough with lust.
“Anywhere you want,” I reply with a husky tone that sounds nothing like me.
I guess I’m a horny, needy little slut when it comes to Shane.
I watch as his pupils dilate, his intense brown eyes turning solid black like a man possessed. “Anywhere?” he asks just to be sure, and I nod slowly, chewing on my lower lip as my dick starts to thicken for a third freaking time.
Shane tugs his pajama pants down, his hard cock springing free and slapping his lower abdomen obscenely. He starts to stroke himself, staring at me intently while I continue to lean back with my knees bent and my feet flat on the bed. He grips myshin and pushes my knees back, exposing me once again. I gasp when he presses his tip against my opening and starts to jerk off. With each bump and jab of his cock against my tender flesh, I get more and more desperate for him to fuck me.
“Fuck me, Shane,” I beg. “Please, just stick it in and fill me up. My hole is ready.” I pull my knees back even more, practically folding myself in half and completely submitting to him.
“Not tonight,” he pants. His jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, attempting to hold himself back from fucking me, while I continually beg for it. The veins in his neck protrude, and the tip of his cock just barely presses into me. My outer muscles squeeze the life out of his crown as he teeters on the edge without penetrating me. Shane continues to beat his dick until his thighs tense up and he stiffens, shooting load after load directly into my open hole. Most of it drips out, but not all of it. I marvel at the feel of it.
“You like it when I come inside you?” Shane murmurs, scooping up his cum and pushing some back in with two fingers.
I whimper, feeling like I just finished a marathon, and I need to crash. “Yeah,” I breathe out, a pile of boneless flesh. “A lot.”
“Good. ’Cause next time I won’t hold back. I’m going to fuck you so good, Toby.”
I swallow thickly, already desperate and excited for next time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
SHANE
After everything we’ve done, I feel closer to Toby and even more possessive of him. I’ve never felt this way about a girl, but with Toby, I have an obsessive need to always know where he is and what he’s up to. And unfortunately for me, tonight he wants to go to another frat party on campus.
Guess that means I’m going, too.
“Sure you don’t wanna stay in and mess around?” I ask, hoping to coax him into staying home and avoiding another house full of loaded frat boys. I’m sitting on his bed in a simple pair of black jeans and a matching T-shirt, while Toby is standing in front of his closet, trying to decide what to wear tonight.
Toby giggles, his face turning a tempting shade of pink. “I just want to go for a little while. All of our friends will be there, and you know how much I hate FOMO.” He walks over and straddles me on the end of the bed. “But I’ll take a rain check on messing around,” he murmurs. “We don’t even have to stay that long.”
I dart forward, capturing his lips with mine while I slip my hands under his shirt and run them up his bare back, squeezing and massaging.
“Mmm,” he moans into the kiss as I thrust my hips upward, poking him in the ass with my hard-on. “Quit trying to have your way with me, Shane. I know what you’re trying to do.”
Gripping his shoulders, I give him a good squeeze and press him down harder onto my lap. “You’re the one who’s on top of me,” I point out, continuing to dry hump him.
“Fuck, Shane,” Toby breathes, resting his forehead against mine for a moment and enjoying the ride before he reluctantly climbs off my lap and goes back to the closet. “I just wanna go for a little bit, okay?” He grabs a loose tank top that nearly shows his nipples and a small pair of Bermuda shorts that I already know hug his ass so fucking nicely. I watch with interest as a flash of purple and a pair of socks get added to the pile before he hurries toward the door. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna change in the bathroom and freshen up.”
I raise a single eyebrow at him in question.
Freshen up?
Or jerk off?
Toby blushes, adjusting the tent in his pants. “I know exactly what you’re thinking! But I promise I’m not doingthat.”
I smirk at him all cute and flustered, a deep chuckle rolling through me.
“Oh, be quiet, you!” Toby whines, but I can see his dimples. “Besides, I’m saving it all for later,” he whispers huskily. I growl and practically lunge for him as he darts out of the door, laughing all the way down the hall to the bathroom.
He’s definitely going to get it later.
The party is in full swing by the time we pull up to the scene and park a few houses down. Frat Row is littered with cars, liftedtrucks, and drunk college students all over the block. With zero discretion taken to hide all of the illegal activities happening right now, some rich assholehasto be paying off campus security because somehow, Frat Row partiesneverget busted.
