Page 68 of The Bro Date
My dick is rock-fucking-hard for him.
“Come here, butterfly,” I demand, pulling the covers back and thrusting my hips upward to show him just how hard my cock is.
Toby bites his lip, the blush I love so much settling into his cheeks. I glance down and nearly come at the sight of his erection stretching and straining against the tiny dick pouch in his underwear.
I’ve never seen something so fucking alluring in all my life.
Slowly making his way over, Toby slips into the sheets, facing me.
“Hi,” he says innocently, hiking a leg over my thigh and rubbing our cocks together.
“Mmm. Hi,” I moan, grabbing a handful of his plump ass and pressing us harder together. I capture his lips, kissing him deeply while we grind against each other.
Toby suddenly pulls back. “We need to be careful, Shane. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says softly, chewing on his lower lip. “You’re injured.”
I chuckle at how thoughtful he is. “I’m fine. You won’t,” I tell him. “Your kisses only make me feel better.”
“But you still need to ice it,” he insists, setting the pack on my bruised eye once again. “Right away.” Toby kisses me while he holds it there, raking his other hand through my long, unruly hair.
I grab his waist and haul him on top of me, slightly grimacing at the pain in my shoulder from when I tackled that asshole.
“What’s wrong?” Toby asks observantly, his eyes searching my bare torso, but finding nothing. “What hurts?”
“I’m fine. Just a little sore from the fight.”
“Where?” he questions further, running his hand over my bare chest and brushing against my nipples.
“Shoulders,” I murmur, staring at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Let me draw you a bath, then. It’ll help your sore muscles,” he offers. We have a separate tub that nobody but Toby uses, so I know it’s always clean.
“Okay,” I agree, staring at his ass while he climbs out of bed, imagining burying my face between his cheeks while warm water splashes around us. I lick my lips, allowing my eyes to slowly roam his body until I get to his smiling, blushing face. “Only if you take it with me.”
“These are my favorite bath salts,” Toby says, sprinkling a handful of something that smells like vanilla cupcakes into the water. “It’s all natural and scented with essential oils, so it’s really good for your skin.” He mixes it around with his hand, allowing it to dissolve into the hot water.
Once the tub is nearly full, Toby turns it off. Steam hovers in the air, fogging up the mirrors. Beads of moisture cling to my skin before I even get near the water. I drop my boxer briefs and climb into the old porcelain tub, sinking down into hot, soothing water. “Mmm,” I hum, feeling better as my tense and bruised muscles instantly relax.
“I was right, huh?” Toby teases, “A bath always helps.”
I peek my good eye open. “Then join me,” I murmur, and we lock gazes as Toby slowly steps out of his thong, leaving the tiny pile of fabric on the bathroom floor.
His cock is hard and desperate for release, the tip a pretty dusky pink. I lick my lips, wanting to tasteallof him.
Toby steps into the tub while I hold one of his hands, helping him settle between my legs with his back to my chest. He gets comfortable, and I know he can feel my erection digging into his back.
Toby sighs, leaning his head against my chest. “The water feels amazing, and so does your cock.”
I chuckle, wrapping an arm around him and tracing small circles on his belly. “A bath is nice with you in my arms,” I admit, letting my sore muscles soak.
“Mhm,” Toby agrees, and we both close our eyes, relaxing into one another and allowing the silky water and fragrant steam to dissolve our stress.
Toby suddenly jolts in my arms as if on the verge of sleep, moaning when I press my cock against his back, reminding him where he’s at. I start drawing circles on his stomach again, continuing lower this time, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin as my hand wraps around his cock. “This okay?” I murmur into his ear, nibbling on the lobe.
“Y-yes. More,” he encourages, arching his back for me. I kiss his neck, sucking on the tender flesh. I’m sure I’m leaving marks, but I don’t care right now.He’s mine.
I let go of his cock, making him whine until I slip my finger underneath his balls and circle his hole. Toby whimpers, bending his knees and exposing himself further.
“You like that, don’t you?” I whisper into his ear. “When I touch you here?” I press my finger firmly against his hole without penetrating him.
