Page 67 of The Bro Pact
It’s an angry reddish-purple, pointing straight up and rubbing against my stomach as I pull my knees back further, allowing Kyle more access.
My body is loosening up and relaxing, coasting toward that happy place, but then I feel a slight stretch and burn as something works its way into me next to his tongue.
His finger slowly pushes in, stretching me further.
Oh God, I feel like I could come hands-free this way.
By the time Kyle’s finger is fully sheathed inside me next to his tongue, I’m a moaning, whining mess.
My chest is rising and falling rapidly, and a slight sweat covers my forehead and upper lip. I don’t know how he does it, but he starts to lick and probe even deeper.
My thighs are trembling out of my control, and he hasn’t even touched my cock.
“I-I think I’m gonna come,” I gasp, holding the building flutters at bay.
Kyle clearly can’t speak at the moment, considering his tongue is so far up my ass his nose is jammed into my sac.
“Keep going. Just like that, Ky. Just like that,” I chant, encouraging him.
He finds that sweet spot deep within me, and I jerk, crying out as he begins to stroke it with his finger while wiggling his tongue.
Every time his finger presses into that sensitive area inside me, I feel like my cock is being touched from the inside.
It’s addictive.
Without warning, Kyle suddenly pulls his tongue and finger out, making me gasp.
But before I have time to cry over the emptiness, Kyle lifts me under the hips, folding me in half and squirting lube on my spit-soaked hole. He pushes two thick fingers in to the hilt without so much as a second thought.
I suck in a strangled breath of air, holding it in and not letting it out.
My hole pulses around the invading digits.
“Breeeeathe, Ren,” Kyle urges, hovering above me and staying still while my body attempts to adjust. “I’m gonna need you to take a big breath for me,” he whispers, staring deep into my eyes.
I let out a pathetic whimper when he pulls his fingers out slowly, sucking in another sharp breath of air when he shoves them in forcefully.
Fuuck.
Kyle never slows his pace, leaning over me so that even more of his body weight settles on top. He stares directly into my eyes, not an ounce of shyness between us.
His brows are creased with concentration—intense and focused—as he starts to stroke himself while still expertly finger-fucking me.
My cock pulses, and my balls draw up as I race toward the edge, ready to soar.
He curls his fingers on every thrust, rubbing against my new favorite spot.
“Gonna come,” I warn before thick ropes of cum shoot out of my bouncing dick, landing on my chest and making me flinch when some hits my chin.
Before I have a moment to come down from my release, Kyle slips his fingers out, leaving me wide open and whimpering.
He quickly maneuvers himself so that his swollen tip is pointed directly at my hole, without touching it.
“This okay?” he pants, and for a moment, I think he means fucking me, but when he starts to jerk off, I realize what he wants.
I nod my consent and Kyle scoots forward, jerking off against my entrance. The blunt head of his cock brushes against my quivering hole, teasing me and nearly making me beg him to stick it in.
Kyle stretches me farther, pushing down and testing my limits. His face contorts while he gives himself a few more pumps before pressing his tip to my gaping hole.
