Page 81 of The Bro Pact
Holy shit.
His impassioned words melt my heart, sending a pulse of blood straight to my dick. I spring forward, pressing my mouth to his in a hard, firm kiss.
God, I’ve wanted this for so long.
Probably a lot longer than I even realize, if I’m being honest with myself. Kyle is the one person who’s always been there for me, and I trust him more than anyone else on this Earth.
Breaking away from the kiss, I rummage through the nightstand drawer looking for lube and feeling a little antsy, like Kyle might change his mind about fucking me if I take too long.
When I finally find the little bottle, I toss it to him, rushing to yank my underwear down and free my angry erection.
Kyle stands up to slip his own underwear off slowly, crawling toward me on the bed with his hard cock swinging between his legs.
Fuck.
I want to feel that thing inside me.
He gives me a quick little peck on the lips before taking charge. “Hands and knees, Ren.”
His lip ticks up on one side, a slight blush staining his handsome face. I scramble to obey, never feeling so turned on in my entire life.
I peer over my shoulder, perusing the strong, muscled body kneeling behind me, and my stomach flutters with excited nerves.
Kyle runs a soothing hand up my spine, causing me to arch my back further and stick out my ass even more. “Relax, Ren,” he whispers in a calm, soothing tone. “I got you.”
My head drops, hanging between my shoulders while I try to focus on loosening up as much as I can.
I trust him.
Always.
A cool drop of liquid plops into my crack, dripping over my hole, and I gasp when two fingers begin to rub it in. Moaning without a shred of embarrassment, I press back, attempting to get them to slip inside me.
“So impatient,” Kyle admonishes, and something about his firm tone really fucking turns me on.
“I need your fingers inside me,” I demand. “Now, Kyle.” He’s torturing me with these slow circles, and I can feel my asshole pulsating against his fingers.
Not to mention, my cock is weeping angry tears, hanging hard as a rock between my legs. If I don’t get some sort of stimulationsomewhere, I might implode.
Before I can whine again, Kyle’s finger suddenly slips inside without much resistance.
“Yesss,” I cry out, panting heavily while I adjust to the intrusion.
Kyle holds still, and after a few seconds, I’m ready to go.
“More,” I beg, starting to move my hips and fuck myself on his finger.
He grabs hold of my hip with one hand, stilling me so he can push another finger inside, scissoring them.
I’m a squirming, moaning mess by the time he squeezes a third finger in, stretching my hole to its limit.
“Holy fuck!” I shout through the burn. “Hold on. Hold on. Hold on,” I chant, willing myself not to give up and throw in the towel so soon.
“Deep breaths, Ren. My cock is bigger than three fingers. You can take it.” Kyle runs a soothing hand up and down my spine, caressing my ass cheeks and reaching around to give my cock a soft tug.
A slight sheen of sweat coats my body, and my legs tremble. I take a few deep breaths like Ky tells me to, relaxing even further.
I bear down, pulling his fingers inside me and squeezing them tightly.
