Page 92 of The Bro Date
Shane tilts his hips just right, jabbing into my prostate on every thrust.
“Ungh!” I shout, gripping onto the sides of the island for purchase while my fluffy socks slip and slide against the hard floor. “Mmf! Oh my God!”
“You like that?” he grunts, increasing his pace until he’s ramming my prostate at warp speed.
“Harder, Shane, harder!” I chant, pushing off the island and rocking backward to meet him aggressively. He grabs my hips with both hands and yanks me back as he thrusts forward. His strokes are hard, deep, and unforgiving.
Just what I need.
“Shane!” I cry out, pinching my eyes shut as his cock pistons in and out of me without losing rhythm.
“That’s it. Say my name, baby.”
“Fuck me,Shane,” I groan into the counter.
“Louder,” he grunts through gritted teeth, digging his fingers into my hips and making me see stars.
“Shane!” I holler, the moisture in my eyes building with every slap of skin against skin. “I love you,” I cry, my voice shaking as I drag the words out. Pressing my cheek to the cold marble top, I surrender to the orgasm building inside of me as we chase our release together.
“Come for me,” Shane demands, and it’s like a switch goes off.
I cry out, clamping down around his cock and squeezing his length while I paint the side of the kitchen island with my jizz. My release triggers Shane’s, and he explodes inside of me, a rush of warmth filling me up.
Shane collapses on top of me, his full weight pressing me into the countertop. “I love you too,” he whispers into my ear, breathing heavily.
He slips out of me, and I carefully stand up, feeling his cum dripping down my leg and into my fluffy socks.
“Need to get cleaned up. But first, we need to take care of that.” Shane nods toward the island, smirking at the mess on the side like he’s proud of himself, while I just feel guilty.
First the bathroom sink and now the kitchen island.
I really need to stop coming on communal surfaces.
“I can’t believe we only have a week of school left. Sophomore year has really flown by,” I say with a yawn as we lie in bed together after cleaning the kitchen and showering.
“It has,” Shane agrees. “But it’s been good. Particularly the second half.”
I smile thoughtfully. “Were you serious about getting our own place? Because I was,” I ask vulnerably.
Without a single pause, Shane answers. “Very serious. In fact,” he says, leaning forward and reaching for the laptop on the nightstand. “Let’s search for apartments right now.”
“Really?!” I squeak, my stomach flipping upside down at the thought.
A loud fart blasts through the door, followed by the sounds of Jake and Spencer's laughter echoing down the hallway.
“Deadass,” Shane grumbles, shaking his head at how obnoxious our roommates can be.
I burst out laughing because the timing couldn’t have been more poetic.
“Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s go apartment hunting.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
SHANE
After a disastrous dinner with Toby’s parents, for some reason, I decide I’m going to tell my mom about us. Just to get it over with, and so she can’t ever claim I was hiding it from her.
“Hey, Shaney,” she says in greeting.
