Page 82 of The Bro Date
We soak in silence, allowing the minerals and heat from the earth itself to soothe our bodies and rejuvenate our souls. I grab Shane’s hand under the water, squeezing tightly. I will never forget this experience or this trip.
We showered at the spa, knowing our power would most likely still be out when we got home. And we were right. Luckily, Shane found a container full of candles and a box of matches, and we lit enough of them to turn the once scary and dark room into a cozy, candlelit cabin.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmur, getting up from the couch without another word and carefully picking up a small candle. I disappear into the bedroom, digging through my gift box full of lingerie to pick out the lacy purple set.
I come strutting out of the dark hallway with a candle in hand and do a little twirl for good measure. I know Tate would be so proud right now.
“Fuck, Tobes,” Shane murmurs breathlessly. The flickering flames dance across his face and reflect in his dark eyes. “You’re stunning.”
“I want you,” I whisper, setting the candle down and slowly strutting toward him.
His stare is intense, never taking his eyes off of me. I grab his hand, and he stands from the couch, silently following me to the bedroom. When I push him onto the bed, he falls back willingly, leaning on his elbows and staring up at me in adoration.
Feeling bold and confident in my purple lingerie, I crawl up Shane’s big body and kiss all my favorite spots along the way. I straddle him, sitting on his lap while I stare into his seductive eyes. Without a single word spoken between us, I press my lips to his and kiss him deeply. Thoroughly. “I want you inside me,” I pant into his open mouth. “No prep. No nothing. I fucking need you,” I whimper impatiently.
Shane wraps his strong arms around me and flips us so that he’s now on top. He pins my wrists above my head and settles between my spread thighs. Our cocks bump, and I’m so fucking ready that I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my back, wanting him to just impale me through the lacy fabric already.
“Slow down, Tobes,” Shane urges. “You gotta be prepped.”
“I want it to hurt a little,” I plead.
“No,” he says sternly. “Never.”
He reaches down and tugs my lacy underwear off, along with his own. Then I hear the click of a cap, and suddenly my legs are being pushed back. Cold lube drips down my crease, and two fingers press against my opening. I jolt, realizing I can never just jump into sex if I can’t even handle two fingers. Shane switches to one, and then I’m moaning loudly, writhing on the bed and spreading my legs further. After a minute, he adds a second digit, and this time, there’s no trouble.
“More,” I demand, and Shane squeezes in a third, making me feel oh so good. “Give me your cock,” I pant desperately.
Shane growls, nearly showing his teeth as he quickly lubes up and presses into me, not stopping until he pops past the first ring of muscle.
“Ahhh!” I cry out, tipping my head back and exposing my neck.
Shane bites down, sucking hard and surely leaving a mark. But I don’t care. I’m his now.
“Fuck me harder,” I chant over and over.
Shane’s sweat drips from his brow, landing on my face and trickling into my mouth. I lick my lips, not giving two fucks when he’s already had his cum all over every inch of me. He practically folds me in half, driving into my ass with a skilled precision and nailing my prostate.
I nearly scream, my balls drawing up and my dick exploding against my chest while Shane continues to fuck me. I lift my arms above my head and brace myself against the headboard, providing resistance to his plowing.
“Mmf! Mmf!” I grunt as he fucks me roughly. A few seconds later, Shane stills, grabbing hold of the headboard with both hands and grinding his cock into me as deep as he can possibly go. Shane spurts inside me, and I can feel the warmth in my channel. “Ohhh,” I moan, reaching around and grabbing two handfuls of firm ass while he pumps into me. He leans down and messily kisses me, our sweat and saliva mixing.
I love being this close to Shane. I want him to stay inside me forever and never pull out.
As if he hears my embarrassing thoughts out loud, Shane settles his weight on top of me, staying inside as long as he can until his softening cock slips out on its own.
Shane finally rolls to the side, taking a deep breath. I unfold myself from the pretzel position I was being fucked in and finally stretch my legs. Shane’s cum instantly oozes out of my hole, and I whimper, wishing I had a plug to keep it there.
“I’ll get you a plug as soon as we’re home. Don’t worry,” Shane says as if he read my mind again. I hum my approval, excited that he seems to like toys too. He pulls me into his chest, and we just lie here for a moment, sticky and satiated.
It’s been so nice not having to worry about being interrupted or being too loud. “We should get our own place next year,” I blurt out, unable to keep the thought inside my head. “We already live together,” I reason when he doesn’t say a word. “It’s not like I’m asking you to move in with me. We’d just be moving out. Together.”
Shane’s mouth quirks up on one side.
“Are you laughing at me?” I scoff, crossing my arms with indignation, but I can’t stop the smile from spreading.
“Never. I think it’s a great idea.” Shane wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly.
I can’t wait for this private weekend to be our new reality.
