Page 31 of The Bro Date (Best Bros Forever #2)

“ Both of us, ” Shane growls, his eyes zeroing in on me and not the lingerie, as if he’s dying to see me in it.

The next piece I hold up is a silky purple thong and matching crop top cami. I love it.

“Did Tate help you?” I ask, thoroughly impressed with his choices.

Shane just shrugs with a coy little smirk on his lips, keeping his secrets close to his chest as always. “Couldn’t decide what I wanted to see you in, so I bought it all.”

Oh my God. My heart.

“Thank you,” I murmur, feeling so loved and cherished by him.

“I love everything. Seriously. I’m gonna try this one on.

” I grab a shiny silver set, completely distracted by his intense stare and that lock of dark hair hanging in front of his eyes.

I’m not even sure what I grabbed, but I rush to the bathroom to find out.

I shut the door and lean against it, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Once I slow the heartbeat whooshing in my ears, I look down at the metallic silver scraps in my hands. Holding up the pieces, I realize it’s a crop top and cheeky boy shorts. One side of my lips pulls up.

I really like this one.

As soon as I slip into the sexy, metallic lingerie, I feel so confident. Strutting down the hallway like a supermodel, I do a little twirl when I get back to the bedroom so Shane can see how hot my ass looks in these booty shorts.

Shane’s eyes widen in shock for a brief second before darkening with lust. “ Butterfly . . . ” he growls out the nickname I love so much, giving me full-body goosebumps. “Come here,” he says softly, holding his hand out for me while he leans against the headboard.

I place my fingers in his, and he pulls me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.

“Hi,” I squeak when he grabs my ass with both hands.

“Hi,” he murmurs back. “You look so fucking hot right now, baby.”

I grind my hardening cock against his erection, desperate for more friction. “I wanna feel you against me,” I breathe into his mouth before pulling back and helping him tug his boxers down.

Shane’s hard cock springs free almost comically, slapping against his lower abdomen and making an obscene sound that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.

He grabs his length, giving it a few pumps before we start moving against each other and kissing.

I’m still in the lingerie, and there’s something so sexy about being restrained by the fabric while Shane’s hardness rubs against me.

“I . . . I want you to come on my underwear. I wanna see it. Jerk yourself off on me,” I plead, loving it when he comes on me.

Shane rolls me over, kneeling between my open thighs. He hovers above me, slowly stroking his cock. “I’m gonna paint you with my cum, baby. Just the way you like it.”

I whimper, my dick twitching in the tiny boy shorts. I’m so horny right now, desperately spreading my legs further as Shane picks up his pace.

“Gonna come,” he grunts, and I watch in awe as his muscles tense up and he shoots load after load onto the silver fabric, painting it with ropes of cum.

“ Oh fuck, ” I cry, so turned on by the sight of his jizz on my underwear.

“Damn. You look so beautiful covered in me, butterfly.”

“I need to come. Please. I need you.” I reach for him, panting and desperate.

Shane’s pupils fully dilate, making him look like some sort of sex demon as he yanks down my bottoms and leaves me with nothing but a crop top and a hard cock.

“You look so pretty all dressed up for me,” he says, running his hands up my body and under the top, pinching both of my nipples and making me arch my back.

“Mmm. Touch me more,” I beg.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

I’m so horny, I do as instructed right away and arch my back, looking over my shoulder at him while I expose my ass.

A large hand rubs my cheeks, giving me a squeeze before following the contour of my spine all the way up to my neck.

He rubs and massages the tense muscles there before returning to my ass and spreading me open for his viewing pleasure.

I hang my head and close my eyes, enjoying the admiration and the anticipation of what he might do next.

“ So fucking sexy, ” he growls, his hot breath ghosting over my sensitive hole.

I gasp when I feel something warm and wet along my crease.

A loud moan pours from my throat as I sink into the incredible sensations.

Shane’s done this a couple of other times, but I swear he somehow gets better each time.

“Oh my God, Shane,” I breathe out, shamelessly arching my back and quietly asking for more.

He licks me again, running his tongue along my taint and circling my hole. His thumbs apply pressure and spread me open just enough to allow the tip of his tongue to slip in. “ Ungh! ” I cry into the pillow, my thighs shaking while I near the edge.

As if he can sense it, Shane’s tongue retreats, and he reaches around, squeezing the base of my cock and stopping the building orgasm. I whimper unintelligibly, my legs ready to give out.

“I’m not done with you yet. That was just the warm-up.” Shane presses down on my upper back, making me stick my ass up in the air even more. “Ready for me to stretch you open?”

“Yesss,” I hiss out as he circles my rim with his lubed-up finger. “ Please. Fuck me, Shane.”

Relaxed from his tongue, Shane easily slips a digit in. I groan at the wonderful fullness, rocking against his finger and wanting more.

“You like that, baby?” Shane asks, adding another finger and scissoring them but never hitting that spot deep inside that I love so much.

“Yes. More,” I beg shamelessly.

Shane squirts more lube on me and pushes a third finger into my ass, stretching me wider.

I whine at the slight burn, so Shane pauses, leaning over to pepper feather-soft kisses along my spine.

“Relax, butterfly,” he whispers into my ear, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh while he slowly begins to move his fingers until he fills me up.

Shane curls them, hitting that spot deep inside me and forcing a loud, mangled cry from my throat.

“ Ungh! Oh my fucking God. Shane!” I squeeze the pillow while I bury my face in it and scream.

Shane continues to milk my spot until I’m on the edge, and my body tenses up. He slips his fingers out, leaving me empty and wanting. My hole pulses with need. The need for Shane to fill it up.

“Please,” I whine. “Fuck me, now.”

Shane squirts more lube directly on my hole, stroking his cock to get ready. He presses his tip to my opening, teasing me with slow, relentless circles without applying any pressure.

“I need it,” I beg, trying to push back against him.

Shane grips my hips and stills me. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby. There’s no one within miles to hear your cries.

Don’t hold back.” He presses his cockhead into me slowly, stretching me to the point that it’s almost too much.

I bear down and push against him until he slips past the tight ring of muscle and his head pops in.

I cry out, panting heavily at the intrusion.

“You okay?” he murmurs, holding his body still.

“Yeah. I’m good,” I pant, a slight sheen of sweat forming on my face and body.

Shane’s cock slowly fills me the rest of the way, and I let out the longest, loudest moan as if his dick physically pushes all of the air out of me.

He stays still for a moment, letting me get used to his size.

He feels so deep like this. I peer over my shoulder, meeting a pair of dark, lust-filled eyes.

His bare chest is sweaty, and his hair is in complete disarray.

He looks fucking hot.

“Fuck me,” I demand, ready for him to start moving.

Shane slowly pulls his dick out, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I once again press my face into the pillow, surrendering to his slow, deep thrusts.

“ Mmm, ” I moan. “Faster.”

Shane picks up the pace, never losing his rhythm. “Let me hear you.”

I start to moan with every thrust, not holding back at all.

“Louder,” he demands.

“Harder!” I taunt, even though he’s fucking me faster and harder than I’ve ever experienced.

Shane curls around my back, holding himself up with one arm and wrapping the other around my chest while pounding into my ass. “Hard enough, butterfly?” he growls, curling his hips and grazing my prostate.

“ Ungh! Shane! ” I scream loud enough to wake the neighbors, if we had any out here.

“That’s it, baby. Say my fucking name,” Shane grunts, and I’m so turned on right now, I’m moments away from coming.

“ Shane. I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet,” he demands, banding an arm across my torso and pulling me up so we’re both on our knees.

Shane slips a hand under my crop top and pinches one of my nipples, twisting and playing with the tight bud while he continues to plunge into my ass.

“You’re doing such a good job taking this cock,” he grits out.

Shane finally grabs hold of my leaking cock and strokes me roughly, smearing my precum around the head while he continues to torture my nipples and fuck my ass.

It’s overstimulating in the best ways possible.

“ Ungh. Yes. Yes, ” I chant, bouncing between his fist and the dick in my ass. I tip my head back, resting it on his shoulder, while I completely surrender my body to Shane.

“I got you, baby. I got you,” he whispers into my ear, licking the lobe and continuing his praise.

I explode, my cock pulsing in Shane’s hand while my ass contracts around his length. The moans that come out of my mouth are obscene, but I don’t care because no one’s here but us, and Shane loves it.

He grunts, pressing deep inside of my ass and holding himself there. His cock pulses and warmth shoots through me.

“ Oh my God, ” I cry. “Fill me up, Shane!”

He continues to unload inside me before his softening cock slips out, and we both flop to the bed, panting and exhausted. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, and I know I need to get up and take a shower, but I hardly have the energy.

I must have drifted off because Shane’s suddenly kneeling in front of me with a couple of warm washcloths.

“Pull your knees back,” he demands, and even though we just had sex, a blush still fills my cheeks. I do as he says, allowing Shane to clean me up. “You, uh . . .” Shane clears his throat awkwardly. “You probably need to use the restroom to get it all out.”

“I like the way it feels to keep some of you inside me.”

“ Yeah? ” he asks in amazement.

“Yeah.”

“Then I’m getting you a plug,” Shane informs me, and I can’t deny the thrill that shoots down my spine.

I want it.