Page 38 of The Bro Date (Best Bros Forever #2)

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 my crack.

“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.

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.”