Page 91 of The Bro Date
He stomps over to the passenger side door like an angry caveman retrieving his spoils and bringing them home to ravage. He opens the door and gently sets me down before going back for my bike and carefully lifting it into the bed of his truck.
I need something to take my mind off of everything because practicing the violin in my favorite spot wasn’t enough to do the trick.
I need Shane.
I need my safe space.
We’re barely in the door before we’re going at it like two horny teenagers who finally have the house to themselves. We stumble toward the kitchen, our lips locked together as we continue to make out passionately.
“Spencer and Jake aren’t home,” Shane breathes into my mouth. “I want you right now. Right here.” He nips my bottom lip. “Wanna hear you scream my name.”
“Yes.” I tip my head back, moaning as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
“Let’s get you out of these,” Shane murmurs, pressing the buttons and releasing the shoulder straps on my favorite blue jean overalls. They fall to the floor with a thud, leaving me standing before him in nothing but a cut-off white T-shirt, lacey thong, and fuzzy purple socks.
Shane steps back, staring at me in wonder. “So sexy,” he whispers, licking his lips like he wants to devour me.
My stomach flips at his compliment, and I step out of the fallen overalls in eager anticipation. Without warning, Shane drops to his knees and presses his face to the soft, sheer fabric cradling my dick. He inhales deeply, and my face gets hot with arousal.
“Mmm,” he hums, squeezing my bare ass.
Ever since Tate introduced me to wearing thongs, and Shane bought me a box full of pretty lingerie, I’ve enjoyed wearing them under my everyday clothes. It’s like a naughty little secret that only I know about.
And Shane.
He mouths my dick through the thin lace, and the wet heat of his mouth has desire pulsing through every cell in my body.I whimper, thrusting my hips forward and silently begging for more. He carefully stretches the fabric down, allowing my hard cock to pop out of the top.
Shane licks around my sensitive crown, tonguing my slit and driving me wild. When he finally swallows my full length, I bite my fist and stare down at him in awe. Seeing a big, strong man on his knees and sucking me off has my orgasm racing down my spine. Before I get there, he pops off and pulls away, leaving me panting and my thighs shaking.
“Shane!” I cry out in utter devastation, yanking on my curls. “I was so freaking close.”
Instead of giving me what I want, Shane stands up with a cocky smirk. “I know.” He casually strolls over to the kitchen island, as if he didn’t just cruelly edge me with his mouth. “Bend over the counter,” he commands, slapping the cold, hard marble with his palm. His tone is dark and possessive, and his eyes are two bottomless pits I’d willingly dive into.
“W-what?” I gasp, glancing at the front door as if our roommates are going to walk in at any moment. A small thrill shoots through me knowing there’s a chance.
“You heard me, butterfly. Shirt off, but leave the underwear and socks on, and bend over,” he repeats with a little more force that makes my desperate cock twitch.
Shane smirks as I scramble to obey, bending over and presenting my lingerie-clad ass to him. He slips a finger under the G-string, running his knuckle along my crease and making me whimper.
“You like that?” he asks, pressing against my hole the next time he brushes over it.
“Mhm. Yes,” I moan. “More.”
Shane’s fingers disappear, and I whine at the loss of his touch before I hear a packet of lube being torn open. He pulls my thong to the side, holding it there while cool liquid drips down mycrack. “You’re so beautiful in this color,” he whispers, praising me sweetly while he drags his fingertips across the lace fabric encasing my sac. He continues exploring my body, traveling up my taint until he gets to my hole, tracing soft circles around and around.
“Oh God,” I moan as he gently works one then two fingers inside, stretching me open and getting me ready to take his cock. When he adds a third and grazes my prostate, I have to fight off the orgasm. “Okay. I’m ready,” I pant. “Fuck me, Shane.Please.”
He continues to hold my thong to the side, teasing me with his wide cockhead. He slowly rubs against my hole, adding more and more pressure until I’m whimpering and whining and begging.
“So needy for me.” He pushes forward until his crown pops in, making me cry out. He doesn’t give me but a second to acclimate before he’s sinking the rest of the way into me. A garbled scream tears from my throat at the sudden intrusion.
“Fuck, baby. The sight of my dick disappearing into your ass while you’re wearing something so soft and pretty is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He pulls back, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting into me again.
“Oh God,” I grunt at the impact.
“Not gonna last long,” he grits out through a tightly clenched jaw.
“Me neither,” I moan as he picks up his pace, and we find our rhythm together.
